Little Mikey
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Ch. 8: Preview #4
🕑 Added 2024-10-09 00:55:45 +0000 UTCNote: Preview #3 got blocked for violating Patreon rules. I think it was the use of the "M"-word regarding Alice's roleplay. I'm trying to get that post released again and hopefully I won't have issues with future posts. Anyway, here's the next preview.
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He was dragged very much against his will across the house, a dour expression on his face as they exited the back door and--
For the love of all things holy, that was Lola. Her basketball-sized glutes strained the limits of her swimsuit, below a labyrinth of densely-packed muscle rising high, high above him. He drew back in a literal knee-jerk reaction, as he would for any human of such size; but Alice only tugged him closer.
A hauntingly familiar, deep rumble of laughter emanated from the powerhouse woman already conversing with Jen. “… would certainly agree, yes! You gave us all quite a show. Well, well done.”
“Thank you so much!” Jen effused. Even she seemed to look up at Lola with an extra air of respect, taking special pride in the woman’s praise. “And your advice was incredibly helpful. I can’t even begin to, um…” She noticed him next to Lola, and seemed almost hesitant to keep talking.
What advice? When had Jen even talked to Lola?? But Lola glanced, registered his presence, and cracked a wry smile. “No thank-you required. Seeing you find your true calling was all the reward I need.” As she spoke, her thick, brutish hand reached back – and found his shoulder.
He was immediately locked into place as surely as a wheel boot on a car. Eerily, freakishly immovable. Alice disengaged, wandering toward the cooler nearby. He reflexively tried to follow her – but Lola’s grip was next-level. He barely even saw the stacked muscles of her arm twitch in response to his frantic effort. He was equally frightened and aroused. “And how are you feeling about Thursday?” the woman continued on, as if he didn’t even exist.
Jen blinked at Lola’s grip on him, seemed impressed, but shook it aside and answered, “Pretty great!” She smiled self-confidently. “It really does feel like my true calling, I gotta say. I’ve never felt so alive; so at home with myself! I just feel like, whatever the exhibition and the Champions Round throws at us, we’ll be ready.”
“’We’? Mmm, that’s delightful to hear. So your Mouse hasn’t been making too much trouble for you, then.”
Theo felt his cheeks redden. ‘I’m right here!’ he wanted to say, but couldn’t find his voice. Just stood there as Lola’s prisoner, trying not to gawk too openly at her surreal proportions. He’d lost height since he’d last seen her; but jesus, had she grown too? She seemed almost beyond human, his mind trying to process her as—
Oh shit. His erection was painfully, alarming obvious.
As the conversation continued on, he took the huge risk of adjusting himself right in Jen’s view. If he pinned it up flat against himself, just so, it wasn’t as immediately visible to the eye. Somehow, amidst his surreptitious maneuverings, Jen didn’t look down at him even once. Thank god.
“… honored to have you here, Jen,” he tuned back in, as Lola’s free arm clapped Jen’s shoulder like a pile driver. “The only rules tonight: have fun, and let loose. There’ll be food and drinks in just a short …” Her eyes scanned; her mouth frowned. “Ned was supposed to be out here by now.”
“Oh, I can wait.”
“No, you shouldn’t have to. That man made a promise, and … Hmm.” Without further warning, the full force of Lola’s attention was on him; zero to one hundred just like that. And suddenly it was too much to bear.
“Little one.” Her voice boomed like a loudspeaker now that it faced him. Her stoic glare demanded every ounce of his attention. “Your first errand: find my husband and give him a hand. Tell him we are waiting.”
Theo blinked. The abruptness of it; the demeaning tone. “E-Errand?”
Her steely hand shifted from the base of his neck to the top of his skull, dominating him, owning him, as she swiveled his head a full 180 degrees. Where his head went, his body was forced to follow. “Run along,” she commanded, as if he’d never spoken at all.
“I—”
Her palm propelled him, not quite a shove but enough to send him stumbling forward. He whirled, distressed and outraged. Who treats a GUEST like this?! He opened his mouth to—
“Teammate,” his daughter warned, robbing his voice. “Don’t be rude to our host. Do what she says.”
Shock crossed his face. So much for hiding that Jen was his boss now. Mortified, his face paling, he made for the door.
He found Ned standing on a footstool now and frantically mixing a bowl. “Hey dude,” Theo said, forced-casually.
Ned spun. “Oh, Theo! Hey! How’ve you—” He froze. “Oh heck. Lola sent you, didn’t she?”
“Huh? Um … no,” he downplayed. Then winced. “I mean, sort of. But—”
“Craaaap!” Ned went into overdrive, dolloping filling onto sliced baguettes on a tray but spilling a fair bit in the process. “Oh man, I screwed up!”
“What’s the big deal? She can wait.”
Ned shook his head emphatically. “No. A deal’s a deal. I told her I wanted to do a big spread to impress her friends. Hors d’oeuvres, drinks, the works. She said OK, as long as it was ready in time. Said she’d be upset if her guests had to wait. Oh criminy!”
“Oh c’mon,” Theo said uncertainly, “what’s the worst that could happen?”
Ned gave a sardonic laugh. “For this? Five. Heck, maybe ten, if I’m not out there fast.”
“Ten what?”
“Spanks, of course. Hey, could you get the mushrooms out of the oven?”
Theo gaped; almost thought he must’ve misheard. Ned had said it so casually. He felt dizzy as he got the tray out of the oven; tried to move past this matter but couldn’t. “She spanks you?”
“Well, yeah,” said Ned, confused. “What, hasn’t Jen spanked you yet?”
The tray nearly slipped from Theo’s grip. “Wh… Why would—” he gasped. “Who told you--”
“Oh, nobody. With how bad you screwed up on the show, I assumed she’d have put you in your place the moment you got home.” Ned met Theo’s shock with a commiserating smile as he plated the stuffed mushrooms. “I was embarrassed to talk about it too, early on. But this kind of thing is more common now than you think. And you get used to it. Well, mostly. It always hurts like heck, buddy! But that’s the point, right? And I gotta say: like it or not, it sure keeps you from forgetting who’s in charge. Makes things a lot simpler in some ways. Know what I mean?”
Theo could do nothing but stare, shellshocked. “Jen… doesn’t spank me,” he finally managed.
“Oh – really?” Ned hmphed in surprise. “You lucky dude! Well, she could always change her mind. That’s just how these things go.”
