This choice: You tell her that this isn't being caused by magic, but science • Go Back...Chapter #9What Beatrice wants by: chaos   “Listen, Beatrice, I’m not your pet and I’m not your boyfriend. I have a sickness that is causing me to lose size. There is no spell; you have to believe me. This is all one big misunderstanding. I do think you’re a super kid, but I can’t be your boyfriend with the whole dying thing going on. So, how about letting me go?” You try to tell Beatrice this as respectfully and kindly as possible, which isn’t easy wit her huge fingers around your waist. She looks at you with confusion at first, then slowly it changes to anger. Her grip tightens around you and the air is forced from your lungs again. You look into Beatrice’s big angry eyes, now red from the tears she’d shed in happiness a moment ago.
“You are my pet! You are my boyfriend! Don’t you think that you can convince me otherwise. You love me as much as I love you and you want to be with me forever and ever and ever!” Spittle flies from her mouth as she creams, splashing against your face and into your eyes. You blink away the spit and stare into Beatrice’s red face. She’s very upset with what you said and for a moment you think she might be thinking about crushing you. After a moment, the anger on her face diminishes, but doesn’t disappear. Beatrice narrows her puffy eyes at you, a tiny grin forms on her trembling lips.
“Maybe the spell wants me to train you? That must be it! You’re my pet now and boyfriend and I have to train you to be both.” Beatrice giggles and you start to get very worried. How does this delusional thirteen-year-old plan to train you? Hopefully it won’t involve making you sit up and beg for food because you were really hoping to die with at least some of your dignity intact.
Beatrice has started mumbling to herself. She’s lost in one of her fantasy worlds, probably trying to figure out how to properly train you. Her voice is low, but you can hear what she’s saying and it makes your stomach drop into your feet. “Yep, that’s got to be it. I got to train you to be a good boy and I’ll use reward you with those things that they did on the Web. Yah, that’s it, I’ll give you blewjobs and orgosoms like they do on the Web.”
“What!” You scream at the last words Beatrice said. She may have mispronounced the words, but you know what she means. Blewjobs and orgosoms could only mean one thing and that was not something you liked. You saw yourself losing your virginity in a lot of ways, but never to a thirteen-year-old giantess.
“Quiet,” Beatrice shushes you. “I know all about the strange thing mommies and daddies do when they are alone. I found lots and lots of pictures of it on the Internet. They gave me a weird feeling in my tummy, but I know enough to make out that the mommy and daddy liked it very much. I’m really excited that I’m going to get to do things with you that only mommies and daddies can do to each other. Although, I guess I might have to improvise cause your thingy is so small.”
Beatrice starts giggling like crazy, finding your tiny endowment hilarious. You can’t even be insulted by her remark because your still trying to grip with the notation that Beatrice wants to have sex with you, but doesn’t even know what to call it. Obviously, her parents haven’t sat her down and explained the birds and the bees to her and everything she knows came from the Internet. The idea of a unbalanced girl doing through puberty all alone with a tiny boy she likes has horrifying potential. If you don’t escape soon, you’re going to be Beatrice’s sex slave for the rest of your short, but degrading life.
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