Truth or Dare - Chapter 8 (Patreon)

I think the last time I posted I said I didn't know how long it would be until my next post, days or weeks or months; guess it was the latter 😅.

I won't try to bs anyone about me taking so long to write a single chapter of a story. Obviously, even if I'm a slow writer, it doesn't take me a whole day to come up with two sentences at a time. My heart's just not in it like it used to be, maybe cuz I'm older, maybe cuz it became too much of a job, maybe cuz of a lot of things. Idk. But I at least have a duty to fulfill a few commissions, so we'll see how long those take, and go from there.

Also, on another note that I'll try and write a post about later cuz I need to leave soon, there's a few changes that Patreon has implemented or will implement that I'm a bit hesitant about, so I'll likely be making the switch to DeviantArt (where I already have had subscriptions set up since last year), or SubscribeStar. Again, I'll explain more later, I'm not sure the exact timing of Patreon's changes because it isn't 100% clear, but for now, I'll probably be good to post at least through February.

Thanks to everyone who continues to read what I post :)

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The line that differentiated dreams from reality had become blurred for Ted. His everyday life now closely mirrored the dreams he had had for so many years growing up, being in the presence of giant women and being used as their play thing. He wasn’t sure if he could ask for anything more. As he woke up the next morning, with his roommate’s thick, pillowy thighs entangled around his body like a snake, he wasn’t even fully sure he was waking up from his dream. Cuddling with a pair of giant legs was a dream he’d had plenty of times before, and only once she pulled her bed covers away was he sure that he really was awake.

But the dreamy cuddling session came to an abrupt end once Abby saw what time it was. “Shit, we gotta go,” she said, hauling her legs over Ted’s head and swinging quickly out of her bed. “Hurry up and get dressed,” she directed him as she grabbed a tank top from her dresser, not bothering to grab a bra; “I won’t even have time to put my makeup on.” Ted glanced at the clock - 8:51. They didn’t have ten minutes to get themselves out the door and across campus, and here he was sitting in his underwear still gawking at the time.

“If you’re not dressed in the next 15 seconds, I’m leaving without you,” Abby muttered, wiggling her hips as she strained to pull a pair of jeans up. Her roommate flailed out of bed, throwing on the nearest pair of shorts and a t-shirt before slipping his feet into some his slides. “Good enough,” Abby nodded approvingly as she slung her backpack on, put her hair into a ponytail, and then grabbed Ted by the wrist to yank him out the door.

She quickly positioned the shrunken boy against her hip, like a mother holding their child, her arm around his back while her other hand held him upright. “I didn’t get my backpack!” Ted pouted as Abby hurried down the dormitory hallway and rushed down the stairs.

“I’ve worn you in my clothes for half the classes you’ve been to so far,” she reminded him without slowing down, “This ain’t really the best time to be saying something. You can share my notes, you always do.” Ted stayed silent, but was thankful for Abby carrying him as she jogged across campus. Even if he full-on sprinted, it would probably take him twice as long to get to class.

Only once they reached the classroom did Abby let Ted down, opening the classroom door with seconds to spare. “Wait, which class is this?” Ted whispered up at her, looking around at all the faces he’d never seen before.

“Macroeconomics,” she answered, once they’d seated themselves near the back, out of earshot from the professor. “You probably don’t recognize it because this is the first time you’re not under my ass or trapped inside my belt.” Ted blushed, looking around to see if anybody had heard her. “Now pay attention, and I might hide you in my bra the next time we come.”

~

After the class was over, Abby and Ted headed to the dining hall since they hadn’t had time to eat breakfast beforehand. Abby was walking slowly, but Ted still had to jog at a light pace to keep up with her since her natural walking speed was more than 3 times faster than his. He felt like he was following her around, rather than the two of them going somewhere together, once again reminded of when he was younger and his mom would take him shopping. He’d tag along, never knowing where they were going next, but always making sure to stay close by her side.

“Do you think you could slow down a little?” he asked.

His roommate chuckled, “This is me going slow. Or were you just being sassy? Cuz I can speed up if that’s what you were trying to say.” She increased her gait to how she’d normally walk if Ted weren’t there, and he had to resort to sprinting just to keep pace with her legs.

“Wait! I wasn’t being sarcastic, you can go back to your old speed,” he managed to yell, which caused him to slow down a little since it strained his oxygen supply. Abby ignored him for a few seconds just to tease him, but eventually slowed back down, stepping slightly into his path and causing him to run into her before he could slow down. His face collided with her thigh and nearly made him fall over, prompting a round of laughter from Abby (and some of the students passing by who had seen). “Thanks,” he breathed, slowing back down to a jog as they approached the cafeteria.

“I need some water,” he said, looking around, trying to find a water fountain that wasn’t taller than he was (fountains short enough for him were practically nonexistent, but at least some of them had stools nearby).

Seeing his plight, Abby stepped over him and walked right up to a water fountain, holding her hair back as she leaned down and drank from the nozzle for a few seconds. She gave him a smirk, looking down at him with her hands on her hips as he jealously eyed the water. “Does Teddy want uppies?” she teased, as he nodded and held his arms out to her like a child asking to be picked up. With a single hand, she grabbed both his wrists and hoisted him into the air. “Ooof, what a big boy you are,” she giggled, draping his body slightly over the water fountain so that his torso pressed the button to turn the fountain on. He ignored the infantilizing comments (if anything, getting a little turned on by the subtle humiliation), and greedily drank from the water as best he could. Since he was suspended in mid-air and couldn’t pull his head away, he messily got splashed in the face anytime he tried to take a breath, but he still managed.

After getting his fill of water, he once again followed Abby into the main dining area. “Have you ever actually eaten here with me before?” she asked. “Like actual food?” He’d gotten a snack there by himself a few times, but realized he hadn’t yet had a regular meal in the cafeteria with his roommate yet, so he shook his head. “Cuz I know I’ve been here with you before,” she continued, “I just don’t think we both ate something. I’m pretty sure I ate something, but I think the closest you ever got to real food at the time was sucking on my toe while I kept you in my boot.” She shivered at the thought of her own tongue actually making contact with someone’s foot, even if they were a relatively clean person. “Ugh… salty!”

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After getting lunch, the two students had headed to their Intro to Marketing Dynamics class, in which they were given an in-class assignment by the professor intended to introduce them to copywriting. Everyone was to pair up with a partner, interview each other for several minutes if they didn’t already know each other, and then write a short blurb about their partner that advertised as many qualities as they could in 30 words or less, to be shared privately before receiving feedback.

Since they already knew each other, Abby and Ted didn’t take the interview portion very seriously, and as a result, when they started writing their lines about each other, she didn’t take that very seriously either. “Little Ted is petite, smaller than any man you’ve met. He’s portable, wear him as clothing if you’re in a hurry! But most of all, he’s a pet: servile, subservient, and soooo so submissive.” It wasn’t technically a false piece of advertising, nor was it that bad for a college freshman’s first go at a rudimentary assignment (she sure did love her alliteration).

Ted paused; “That’s 34 words,” he teased.

“Oh, big woop,” Abby rolled her eyes. “Those four words really made a huge difference.”

“Abby, you went 13% over budget,” he replied with mock seriousness. “Imagine taking on a client’s ten million dollar ad campaign and telling them they’ll need to pay an extra million dollars.”

“Oh my God, just go, it’s your turn now.”

Ted glanced at what he’d typed on his phone, replacing half of what he’d written at the last minute in an effort to one-up his roommate. “Watch how it’s done,” he muttered, and then set his phone down and crossed his arms.

“Abigail Prescott is playful, endlessly fun and effortlessly cheery. She’s picturesque, with an arresting, unnerving beauty. But most importantly, Abigail is polite, always listening to and addressing your worries.” At first annoyed that she’d gone first, Abby was quickly taken with how much more heartfelt she saw Ted’s as compared to her own. Her ad had been about the qualities of Ted that most interested her and satisfied her specific interests; his had been describing Abby’s qualities that, while still of interest to him (it wasn’t a surprise that he, as a man, would choose to focus on her physical appearance), were qualities that almost anyone could appreciate. In other words, while she liked how small and submissive Ted was, it wasn’t something most people cared about, nor was it something most people would want to be. But being fun, cute, and respectful were all attributes that people admired, all attributes that people desired.

“And I came in one word under,” he added with a grin, a detail that warranted no other response from his Amazonian partner other than to roll her eyes and ruffle his hair, like someone congratulating a dog on a job well done.

~

Back at the dorm, after what was the two roommates’ first real day of classes together, Abby had just finished filling out some applications on her laptop while Ted was laying on his bed browsing TikTok. Closing her computer, she looked over at him, and thought again about what he’d said during their marketing class. He probably thinks he’s into me more than I’m into him, she thought. But I just like him in a different kind of way. Ted’s attraction to her was foundationally simple: she was hot, so he was into her. Her size and kinky demeanor were bonuses because of his fetishes, but at its core his turn-ons were simple. By contrast, Abby’s main attraction to Ted stemmed from his size and submissive demeanor, whereas his physical appearance was the bonus. But that wasn’t to say that she would’ve been attracted to any meek-mannered guy that was two feet tall; he was special.

She stood up and walked over to him, sitting down gently on top of his body, as if she was merely sitting on his bed and he happened to be under her. The pale blue denim wrapped around her hips easily covered his body from head to toe. “I felt a little bad about how that assignment went earlier,” she explained, ignoring the fact that his inhales were strained beneath her gargantuan weight. “I don’t see you as any other guy, like just someone who I can take advantage of because I know they’ll simp for me whenever I ask. If anything, the reason why I tease and dominate you so much is because I really like you. I’m not just a bitch to anyone. Or at least I hope I’m not.” He couldn’t quite respond, still focusing on trying to breathe while she sat on him.

Setting her hands along the edges of the bed to steady herself, she started bouncing her butt on top of Ted, giggling as his strained breathing became strained gasps as each brief respite was followed by a crushing blow to his diaphragm. “That being said though, like, I love the way I can control your body, and all the things you just let me do to you. Even when you’re struggling to breathe—” she paused, her big butt wiggling tantalizingly above him, and when his only reaction was to blush and display a hint of a sheepish smile, she crashed her ass back down onto his body once more, “—you still don’t even bother asking me to stop. Some boys throw the word ‘goddess’ around a lot when they talk about women, but you really do make me feel like a goddess in a way I can’t imagine any other person doing.”

Ted was touched by Abby’s words, and smiled a little bigger, and she laughed at his reaction while continuing to fiercely bounce herself over and over on top of his meager frame.