Weirdness

“Who the fuck is that?”

“Will.”

“Just, between your boobs?”

“Yeah.”

“How?”

“Stole my big sis’s science project. Some big research thing for MIT or whatever, but it’s a shrink ray. Pretty handy, too. I can show you it after school if you wanna come over.”

“That doesn’t even… how long has he been under there?”

“Okay so I sort of had Will stuffed under my shirt during like all of first and second period. That’s not weird, right?”

The entire table was silent. There wasn’t really much that could be said when a close friend pulled out her boyfriend from between her boobs like a magician would pull a rabbit out of a hat. Will was dangling, Colleen was certain of it. Ariel held him pointer finger and middle finger, barely holding his twig of a right leg in place as he dangled upside down. Stretching and twirling like a small animal or bug might when caught in a web. He wasn’t getting far. Delicate and stubby as the fingers were, the slight pressure they put on his toothpick legs was enough to keep him right where Ariel wanted him. Colleen wasn’t sure whether she was more fascinated by the two inch tall human that her best friend was dangling in front of their eyes or the fact that, up til that point in the conversation, no one else had noticed. There was just a live human, stuffed between Ariel Hartley’s breasts, and she was the only person in the school, in the world that knew. Well, her and Will, but she suspected that he had his own concerns on his mind right now.

Will did in fact have his own thoughts on his mind right now. The world was loud, colorful, and way, way too fucking big. If he were to admit to himself honestly, at first it was okay. It was night. He was drunk. Ariel was drunk. They fooled around a bit. Ariel pulled out a weird neon colored nerf gun, and from there his memories cut directly to him waking up ass-naked on a huge wooden field overlooking a vast canyon that looked suspiciously like a high schooler girl’s bedroom and a mountain range that strangely resembled his girlfriend. He’d like to think that he bravely faced down his monstrous lover. He’d like to think he didn’t immediately crawl up in a ball and break down sobbing in her all-encompassing shadow and all reaching heat. He’d like to think he didn’t just stay there limp like a doll when she picked his flimsy body up and stuffed him in her cleavage like a misplaced quarter. And he’d most certainly like to think that he didn’t somewhat enjoy the last few hours spent basking in the hot, sweaty darkness, tightly caressed on both sides by two of the most comfortable mattresses he had ever had the pleasure of falling asleep between.

The blood flow was starting to get to him. He was struggling to make sense of his surroundings, but as best as he could make out he was looking at the wide looming frame of Colleen Anderson, Ariel’s best friend at school, and as far as anyone else could tell in the world, ever. Colleen was Ariel’s shadow. Where Ariel was a bright, bubbly social extrovert and social climber destined for success under some spotlight or another, Colleen stayed inside, studied, and kept her mouth shut. Right now though Colleen seemed less sheepish bookworm and more bizarre alien landscape. He could almost trace along the endless forests of dark black hair that passed along either side of the plains of reddened cheek. A little upside down triangle for a hill, passing over the two glass walls over tiny eye ponds…. The blood flow was definitely starting to get to him.

“Are you sure the blood flow isn’t starting to get to him?” said Colleen. Vibrations rolled up and down Will’s bare skin.

“Probably yeah,” said Ariel. She let go of Will’s leg, letting the boy tumble to the cold, hard cafeteria table far, far below. Colleen opened her mouth as if to say words, but only empty wind passed between them.

Ariel looked down at the boy lying motionless on the table, then back up at Colleen’s horrified expression. “Oh don’t worry about that.
I’m pretty sure that little bumps like that really don’t hurt him all that much.”

“Um, I’m not really all that sure, not that I’m saying you’re wrong, it’s just that, well, that’s a pretty long fall for him maybe?”
Down below, Will began to crawl slightly towards Colleen’s direction.

“I mean it’s not like he hasn’t had it worse since I got dressed. It’s like, fine, see?”

She gestured towards the boy as he slowly inched across the table. He moved slowly. It seemed less like Will was moving across the table and more as though he were dragging himself across the table. Colleen looked back at Ariel, grinning like a child caught in a bad lie.

“I know that I don’t really get what’s going on here but, uh, are you sure that he’s okay?”

“Wait a second…”

On cue, the limping form of William Matthews popped up slightly above the ground. His tiny frame instantly snapped back into form with a slight pop. He dropped back down to the table. Ariel looked back at Colleen. Colleen looked away with embarrassment.

“It’s fine, Colleen, we all have our days of being wrong. I think it’s a quirk of the shrink gun thing; it seems to keep whatever it shrinks completely safe.” said Ariel.

“Sorry.”

“You really do have to trust me more.”

Back down on the table below, Will looked up at the two goddesses arguing far above his head. It was really a sight to see, watching two goliaths conversing with each other. It felt weird, vaguely. From this perspective, at this distance, it felt as though he were spying on their conversation. He was so close he could feel the heat radiating off their skin, so small he could crawl up in a ball and quite possibly go unnoticed until one or the other remembered that he was here. Each was certainly something quite to behold. Ariel always talked with a fiery conviction in her voice, as if her life depended on selling the person next to her their own soul. You could see it in her eyes, each blue iris now magnified to little wardrobe windows. Her vanilla hair fell as it may, pounds and pounds of it piling up on her shoulders. Then there was Colleen. Colleen was no Ariel. She wasn’t royalty, she wasn’t a butterfly. Her hair framed her face well, and that was about it. She talked when she needed to. Yet even she became something else, something larger than life itself from this perspective. Every move she took moved with weight, every word she spoke rang clear like gospel. From down here, Colleen and Ariel might as well have been two different sides of the same coin. From a bug’s perspective, even the servants looked like gods.

“So do you wanna take him?”

“Take him?”

“Yeah, do you wanna keep him for the rest of the day? I need him back for Wednesday but you can keep him overnight if you want.”

“I, I don’t think I should…”

“Oh come the fuck on Colleen. You don’t do anything, ever. You don’t do sports, you don’t do theater stuff, you just stay inside all day playing your dumb piano music and doing homework and reading books. Come on, don’t tell me you’ve never wanted your own little pet boy before, right?”

“I don’t think I ever knew something like this was even possible until now.”

“Well now you do! And now you can do whatever you want with him. Beat him up, squish him, he’ll be fine, probably. Honestly do you know how many times I felt him go splat when he was cramped up in here all morning?” asked Ariel, pointing to her chest.

“It’s just that, I mean he’s your boyfriend,”

“And I’m telling you its fine. Honestly you have no idea how much fun it can really be. I haven’t had much fun with it yet but there’s so much you could do with it! Check this out.”

Ariel gestured down towards the table. She laid her palm out flat. It came up to Will’s waist.

“Oh Will, could you just climb on board for a second?”

Almost mechanically Will climbed on, struggling to find footing against the soft flesh flooring. Ariel grabbed tightly around Will, completely enclosing him in her fist, bringing the fist down to her legs. Colleen looked on, horrified yet too fascinated to say anything else. Without a second thought Ariel shoved her hand underneath her doughy thighs, the tight cotton tights pressing against them. When she brought it up again, the hand was empty, her magic trick complete. But Colleen wasn’t focused on Ariel’s hand. She was focused on Ariel’s thighs, where she was fairly certain that Will wasn’t having the best of days. She could only imagine what was going on underneath.

Will didn’t have to imagine. Will was having the worst of days. He didn’t even have a moment to second guess his decision when the world suddenly turned black and very, very shaky. Everything was still black, but the vomit inducing motion was replaced with an overbearing pressure. It was like a giant blanket, miles thick, was smothering him. He couldn’t breathe. He was starting to sweat, or feel sweat drip over him, or perhaps both. He couldn’t breathe. Time was starting to feel a little fuzzy. He couldn’t breathe. He could feel the air squeeze through his lungs, as he began to compress like a deflated balloon into shapes not physically possible and as his senses started to fail him. He was alone, with just the flatness of the world around him, the tight hug of cotton covered thighs, and his own thoughts to keep him company. He kept thinking back to Ariel. She was always a dominating personality, she was always a driving force, but this felt like something different. This didn’t feel like teasing. It didn’t feel like a human to human relationship at all. It felt like a demonstration. Right now he was being down off like a product by one titan to another titan. Was she even thinking about him right now? Was anyone thinking about Will Matthews right then?

Colleen couldn’t tell any of this. As far as Colleen could see, Ariel was just sitting down eating lunch as usual, occasionally adjusting her seat placement. As far as anyone knew, Ariel was having lunch with a close friend. No one else knew that Ariel was balls deep in the middle of a godhood power trip, suffocating another student below her thick thighs. Colleen knew many a classmate who would have killed to have been right where Will was right now. She also knew that there was something deeply wrong with everything that was going on right then. Will was still a person. He couldn’t just be treated like that. Yet there was also something attractive in it as well. Right now Ariel had more power than anyone else in the world. There were dictators and presidents with unprecedented control over world economies, vast armies, and weapons of mass destruction, yes, billionaires with more money, power, and influence than anyone could know how to handle, certainly, but Ariel didn’t need those tricks. She right then and there had the most primal sort of domination, over force, the senses, and inevitably the will. She was big. Will was small. That was all that needed to be said. No studying for stupid hard tests. No bored nights browsing Instagram and thinking inappropriate thoughts about which classmates, male and female, she’d love to fuck. No more loneliness and isolation. Just her, her toy, and the infinite fun they could have forever.

She was still staring at Ariel’s legs when Ariel continued talking. “So, you change your mind yet, or are you just going to keep thinking about how much you wanna motorboat me?”

“I- no, I wasn’t-“

“I was kidding! I mean I’m not saying I wouldn’t take you up on it if you offered, but…”

“This is getting kind of weird.”

“Weird is fine with me. So do you wanna keep him or not?’

“I, uh-, I mean, well, I’d like to, it’d be, uh, interesting? But I don’t think it would be-“

At once all the bells in the school rang, calling up all the students to their next classes.

“Settled! I’ll ask for him again tomorrow, try not to hurt him too badly, okay?”

Ariel stood up, leaving her toy nearly completely flattened, stuck like clay to the texture of the seat below. She brushed off her
clothing and left, waving at Colleen as she did. Colleen looked down at Will, back at Ariel, almost gone from the room, then back down at Will. She really didn’t know what she wanted to do with him. She had so many ideas, so many fantasies, but could any of them really work out in reality? Would she even have the guts to try? Her eyes tried to stare deep into Will, still recuperating, his body slowly starting to reform again. What did he think about this? Was he feeling hopeful? Was he feeling miserable? Was he getting a little aroused at the thought of it?

Did it even matter what he thought?

Colleen snatched Will up from the ground. He fit into her hand perfectly, dwarfed by the pillar fingers surrounding the palm. She thought about crushing him right then and there, just to see what would happen, but she had places to be. Things to go. Parts of herself to experiment with. Taking a deep sigh, she pulled out the neckline of her shirt a bit, just enough to reveal her cleavage. Shoving the hand in, she buried Will deep in her chest, deep enough to forget about until she could think of something else to do with the boy. It just seemed like the sensible option.