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Ch 4: Jen returns home (2nd preview)
🕑 Added 2024-04-16 12:38:15 +0000 UTC(Still workin on renders for this part, so these renders don't quite line up but here's how Jen looks after taking off heels)
Jen gasped. Her subconscious had been imagining him at least a foot taller, like old times. More imposing. Menacing. But this little fella inching out from the shadows was possibly the least threatening thing she’d ever, ever seen!
She damned near burst into laughter. Her illusion of him as a stern authority figure instantly vanished. He may not have been currently dressed in his Mouse suit, but that’s all she could see in her mind’s eye. A harmless Mouse … who looked even soooo much smaller than before, thanks to her six inch heels.
She heard a noise from him, sort of a strangled little grunt, as his jaw worked up and down. Wow--he was trying to speak, and failing! Lololol, she tried to imagine how gigantic she must look to him. Her anger floated away; she didn’t even need that now.
“Come here,” she prompted, beckoning. She saw his shoulders hunch and his eyes widen. His Adam’s apple shot up and down his throat. She saw it all. With a growing smile, she beckoned again. “I won’t bite.”
Do you have any idea how powerful it feels, to see someone literally tremble at the thought of stepping toward you? And then do it anyway, because they were more afraid of ticking you off? Ho-o-oly shit, she felt like an absolute goddess as her miniscule teammate shuffled forward.
He closed half the distance. Tingling, she beckoned again. Hesitantly, he stepped to the edge of where her arm could reach. But she wanted him closer; wanted him to feel the difference. She beckoned; and when he didn’t move, she arched her left brow just a little.
And he did it.
Shiiiiit. This was fucking euphoric. She let him stand there in her shadow, letting the moment sink in. His head was below her tits! He had to crane his neck so far back, his gaze was almost vertical. And the energy in the air was unmissable, him trembling and her smiling. Things were different now, between them. Oh yes they were.
“Holy fuck, huh?” she hummed, feeling a twinge of mischief. “Isn’t this WILD?” She chortled at his reaction, seeing his eyes dart all around her body … “The show, I mean. That we fucking won!”
She heard his breath rasp. He literally swayed. Interesting: he was staring at her bicep, which had just uncurled. She flexed it again, and his eyes grew wider. Very, very intriguing.
She shot her hands onto his shoulders, just to see what would happen. Looool, he nearly pissed his pants! “Here,” she quipped, marveling at how easy it was to spin him around, like a little turntable, as she faced him toward the back wall of the kitchen and marched him in front of her.
“Wha--!”
It speaks! Lol.
“Wh-What are you--!?”
“Shush,” she hummed. “Your Mighty wants to show you somethin’.”
Theo was beyond freaked out. Being pushed by Jen felt like being caught in front of a freight train. He tried to plant both feet but it didn’t even slow her down. He tried to veer left or right, but even his strongest attempt yielded no deviation. He stumbled the last several steps in cowed, frightened acquiescence, then yelped from the jolt of her sudden stop.
‘Asserting his authority’: that seemed so impossible now.
