Shorty (Patreon)

Continuation: https://www.patreon.com/posts/shorty-96026513

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- What the fuck?! Who the fuck are you and where the fuck am I?!

Quentin nearly screamed, pulling himself back from a deep and sensuous kiss upon suddenly discovering his tongue in another guy's mouth. Only as the high school jock took a step backwards he quickly realized the full extent of his current situation and how it only got much worse and more confusing!

He had to raise his head up to take a closer look at the face of that impudent person who was kissing him for some reason. The stranger seemed to him just some kind of giant, but at that moment his thoughts were distracted by the strange unusual sensations of how long hair was now tickling his skin a little.

Looking down, Quentin discovered that he was no longer wearing his T-shirt, but instead was wearing a white women's blouse with the obvious fabric of a hard bra underneath. And it became obvious to him now why it seemed to him that he was without pants - all because of the short skirt above the knees.

- Is something wrong, Shorty? Were you excited about our first kiss after our engagement?

Said a well-dressed stranger who came closer. His palm slowly, unnoticed by Quentin, seeped through the hair to the back of his head, massaging and bringing strange sensations of simultaneous pleasure and humiliation.

- Why the hell did you call me Shorty? And what the hell is an engagement?

Removing the stranger's hand from his neck, Quentin said, starting to look around the room, which really looked like a honeymoon suite. There was a poster on the wall with a happy young couple - a girl in a wedding dress, almost short, but beautiful, and next to him stood a man who was a complete copy of the one who was now opposite Quentin with the inscription at the top “Happy Shorty and Craig McDonovan!” A sinking feeling going straight to Quentin gut as he quickly realized just why the guy had been so handsy with him before and why they'd been in the middle of making out together. This was just the foreplay leading up to the main event, sex!

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Meanwhile from the real world Mark, the school nerd and Quentin's favorite punching bag, just snorted and laughed with some sort of crystal ball in hand. When Mark had first discovered the strange little artifact that allowed its wielder to fashion worlds from their imaginations, to explore and create in, he was beyond ecstatic as it sounded better than any video game he could think of. Turns out it was also the perfect tool for trapping individuals in a world of his own design for a little revenge and voyeurism.

"Maybe this'll teach the asshole never to call me "Shorty" again."