“Boyfriend!” Poppy capped her sentence with an evil laugh. It wasn’t really any good, like a teenage girl acting in a mediocre school play, but it worked fine from your point of view. This girl seriously just shrunk you, so you knew she was a villain!
“No way am I going to be your boyfriend!” You protested. “I wouldn’t even consider you at my normal size. Definitely not now when you’re the reason I shrunk so small!”
Poppy laughed again, in a slightly more effective cackle, “It’s cute you think you have a choice. Cute, but pretty dumb. But a dumb boyfriend is good, it makes me look smarter as a super villain.”
“I don’t care what you want, I-Ah!” You cut yourself off with a painful shout as Poppy squeezed you once again. The fact that her squeezing actually hurt was scary, but you couldn’t dwell on it while speaking to a giantess’ face.
You’re talking too much.” Poppy stated. “Can you, like, be a quiet dumb boyfriend? Hard to be a villain with a yapping little dummy for a boyfriend.”
You growled. You wanted to tell this little girl off and demand your size back, but you didn’t want to get squeezed again, so you kept that to yourself. “Why do you even want a boyfriend? Seems like a liability for a villain.”
Poppy smirked and laughed (seems like she did that a lot), “I’ll tell you once you refer to me properly.” She grinned, exposing her races and conveniently reminding you that you were helplessly under the control of a teenager.
What did that even mean?
“Um… why, Poppy?” This got you another painful squeeze and a gleeful declaration of “Wrong!” from the redhead.
“Sweetie? Ah!”
Another squeeze and the sound of a buzzer from Poppy.
“Honey?”
Squeezed again.
“P-pookums?”
Poppy squeezed you again as she decided to take a seat and get comfortable. “You’re definitely the dumb boyfriend type.”
What followed was several minutes of you blindly trying any generic affectionate nickname or pet name you could think of and getting a painful squeeze for a response. Between thinking of any random name idea and the squeezing, you lost track of what you said before and how many times you got squeezed. You could only guess that you repeated ones from Poppy’s amused snickering whenever it happened. And she was very entertained by your repeated failure and penalty, so getting this correct was the only way you had out of this. After going through every generic thing you could think of, you desperately tried something.
“My… evil girl?” You winced, expecting to get squeezed, but it never happened. Poppy still had an expectant look, but since you didn’t get squeezed…
“My evil girl?” This time you got a squeeze, making you groan after your shout of pain. “Why!? You didn’t do that the first time I said it!”
Poppy giggled, more naturally and not trying to sound evil, “Definitely ‘Dumb Boyfriend’ material. That was a hint that you almost had it.Use that tiny brain of yours to guess correctly right now and I’ll reward you, boyfriend.”
Subconsciously, you were annoyed that you had practically surrendered to being Poppy’s girlfriend, but you just wanted this situation to end. You couldn’t be bothered to protest right now! Taking extra time to think about what this wanna-be-villain would want, you guessed again.
“My super villain super evil genius?”
Poppy laughed, but didn’t squeeze you! “I would have been fine with just ‘my evil genius’, or just ‘evil genius’, but I’ll accept that too. I’m a villain of my work, which usually wouldn’t mean anything to a non-villain, but your answer pleased your girlfriend, so you get your reward.”
Poppy brought you up to her face and puckered her lips! She was going to give you a nice big kiss because what else could a boyfriend want from his girlfriend? So she gave you the biggest kiss literally ever before moving you away again, certain you loved it. How could you not after being kissed by an expert like her? In reality, it was an incredibly awkward, clumsy kiss for you like you’d expect from a teenage girl. Being literally held in her hand made it worse and you had more saliva on your face than you ever wanted to have when you were moved away.
“Now, boyfriend, it’s time for you to really show how devoted you are to me. Or, maybe I should say really ‘shoe’ me.” She laughed at her dumb pun and released you from her grip. You didn’t have it in you to yell as you suddenly started falling. You could’ve sworn you asked Poppy something earlier she promised to answer, but you completely forgot. You hit her sneaker before you reached the ground, bouncing off of it with a grunt before landing face first on the ground.
“Your task is to climb me, starting from down there at my shoes until I tell you to stop. Don’t disappoint me, my cute, dumb boyfriend!”
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