M****n
2019-12-28
First of all, the story is plain awesome. I love the mental domination and the desire for figuratively breaking little Mick, the desire for molding him into a plaything.
Warning; possible spoilers ahead. After reading the story, I just started thinking, and my first fanfic became reality!
Little Mick is finding himself outside once again, doing another tour around the block. Suddenly, his parents appear to be back and they see him walking around like that. It's not hard to see where he got his genes from, the whole family is basically the same height, with mom being maybe two inches shorter and pretty thin. Mom is horrified, dad mocks him. Dad is one of those guys that wants to seem manly, having married a shorter woman just so he could be the boss. They follow him to her home, and as such he doesn't finish his assignment properly.
At home, Rebecca had assumed he'd finish properly and has dressed up for his reward. Perhaps a schoolgirl outfit, perhaps something with leather, but definitely something with heels. She'd quickly lifted some weights as well, both to get her body all pumped up, and because lifting makes her horny. Way too soon, she sees the trio coming back through the window and immediately realises what has happened. Naturally, she has a hard time hiding her excitement. This evening was only getting better.
They enter through the front door and go to the (empty) living room. Mom is surprised about the decorations so high up in tree. Dad mockingly says something about the little girl that has done this to his son. "are you talking about this little girl?" they hear from above. Behind them is the most humongous and inappropriately dressed girl they've ever seen. Bulging muscles are everywhere.
"You must be mommy and daddy mouse," the giant girl speaks, "welcome back to my home. I thought I'd only have little Mickey mouse to train tonight, but seems like the class just grew in size a little." Rebecca is holding two extra t-shirts that she quickly fixed up with a sharpie. In big, black letters, they now read "my son's girlfriend is a bodybuilder..." on the front. On the back, it reads "mommy mouse" and "daddy mouse". She throws the t-shirts at the frightened little people and waits, immensely enjoying towering over this family of tiny people.
But they don't listen. Throwing the t-shirts on the ground, they refuse to put them on. "You're completely crazy!" mutters daddy mouse, but there's virtually no authority in the voice. Mickey looks at his towering girlfriend with a scared look on his face. He doesn't know what she'd going to do next, but his parents are not going to like it.
The giant girl moves a step closer. The tiny family looks even smaller next to the already giant girl, whose size even even more exaggerated by her heels and pumped up muscles. Slowly, she reaches out and wraps her big hand around their necks, forcing them to look up at their tormentress. She enjoys their faint struggles and the feeling of power, the feeling that she could just crush them in her bare hands, two at a time. "I'm—not—asking—twice—", Rebecca says, with a deliberate pause between each word, and slowly, their feet leave the ground as the impossibly strong girl finishes her sentence "—puny—little—mice." She holds them like that for a few more seconds, enjoying not only the looks on their faces, but that on their son's face as well, before dropping them back to the ground.
A few minutes later, Rebecca is standing behind the window once again. Watching the three tiny people shivering in the cold outside gets her instantly wet. "This is just the beginning, little mice." she thinks as a devious smile spreads across her face.
