Cry Havoc

Chapter 14
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Chapter Description: from Book Two: Submission

tuesday 10 october – 12:00 AM

“I’m actually surprised you made it in for a nightcap,” Impulse smiled at the gorgeous, young woman he had brought home from, of all places, a physical rehabilitation center. “I thought women preferred their men to, y’know, have a little meat on their bones. Any meat on their bones.”

They shared a laugh and Kelly accepted the Natural Ice that Impulse had offered to her. “Thanks. But, you know, if there’s one thing you learn by working in rehab, it’s that the weakest are always the strongest.”

“I’ll drink to that,” Impulse smiled, and he did.

In 15 minutes, Troy had Kelly screaming his name. He lavished her nipples with his tongue, he dragged it into her belly button, and he proceeded to pleasure her in ways the likes of which she had never even come close to feeling. Kelly felt as if she was scaling a rollercoaster... that had been built on a wooded French mountain.

But then-- it stopped. It simply stopped.

“Troy? Something the matter?”

“Kelly...” he panted. He climbed up from between her legs as if he had suddenly been conquered by exhaustion. “...Something’s happening to me.”

And, as Troy knelt inside the triangle formed by Kelly’s spread thighs, she therapist could see exactly what was happening. Troy wasn’t the 5’6” charmer with whom she had gone home. He wasn’t even the 4’6” charmer. He was the 3’6” charmer, and dwindling fast.

Troy climbed up onto Kelly’s torso. “I don’t know what’s been happening to me.” Three feet tall. “This could be it.”

Kelly shed a tear, but she embraced Troy and ran her hand along his back. When he shrunk to about two feet tall, the size around which he was a toddler, he gazed upwards longingly at Kelly’s exposed breasts, wondering if such a thing would be the last source from which he might ever derive comfort and affection.

The therapist seemed to have detected the one-foot-tall 17-year-old’s thoughts. “It’s okay, sweetheart. You can have a suckle.”

Troy curled up around Kelly’s breast and latched around her nipple, readopting a sucking motion he figured he had buried a decade and a half prior. The nipple continually swelled in his mouth, getting ever-larger... partly because of the milk she gave to him, but mostly because he was six inches tall and fading quickly.

But he maintained his dripping erection from their lovemaking, and he couldn’t help but rub it against her tit in the hopes of perhaps attaining one final ejaculation. And he did, at about the time he had shrunken to three inches tall. It appeared as five arcing lines against the underside of Kelly’s breast, each a millimeter wide-- sort of a monochromatic rainbow.

Kelly had to chuckle at that, as horrifying as something like this tends to be. Boys will be boys.

Then, Troy was a single inch tall, then a quarter-inch tall, and finally left the world of the observable.

He tumbled down, down, down Kelly’s breast, his face landing in a streak of his own cum. He was too weak to pull himself out of its viscosity, to raise his head out of its sperm-rich mire. He began to drown.

Impulse awoke, his thumb in his mouth, his eyes intently fixed on a darkened bedroom wall. One side of his face was still killing him from when #1 had introduced it to his fist. In a way, Troy was grateful that the standard television trope of a person sitting up bolt-right in bed after a nightmare is an uncommon thing in real life; the last thing he wanted to see when he woke up was a sobering reminder that he was becoming a shrinking, thumbsucking freak.

to be continued