Bug, Naked & Horny
By Jackson Williams
Published For Smashwords by Crescent Suns Publishing
Copyright Jackson Williams 2011
Cover Design by J. M. Drake
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Bug, Naked & Horny
Chapter One
“My God, help me. Someone, please, help me!” The girl screamed over and over as she ran through the dense forest. She had no idea how she had gotten to the forest and an alien one at that from the looks of it, nor how she had come to be in a place where there were monsters, but there she was, running between giant trunks of some kind of plant that was relatively flat and grew pointed as it narrowed toward the top. The trunks were green, so they obviously grew on chlorophyll with the same basic principles of the plants she had grown up around, but that was where all similarity ended.
The worst part of all this to her wasn’t that she was somewhere unfamiliar or the creatures there were dangerous monsters out to kill her and probably eat her, but the fact that when she woke she was completely naked. Sure, she’d looked into naturism or nudism as a college student when some friends decided to visit a nudist club one weekend and see what it was like, but even though she had enjoyed herself that weekend and the few more when they’d all gone again, that was all voluntary nudity in a pleasant social setting with a lot of other people all enjoying themselves with water sports, volleyball, potlucks, and lots of relaxation stretched out on sandy beaches or grassy lawns getting a beautiful all-over tan. Running for her life from a rampaging monster with four legs, a furry brown coat, large black eyes that seemed to pop out of its head, and huge, sharp incisors that she knew could remove her head from her neck in one easy bite.
She continued running, dodging through and around the giant stalks of whatever this alien plant was, for it seemed certain to her that she was on some alien world, though she had no explanation as to how she possibly could have gotten there, doing her best to lose this monstrous creature that had decided she was to be its dinner.
Suddenly she tripped and found herself falling down into a pit that had appeared out of nowhere. Had she been walking or even trotting for the fun of it she most likely would have seen this hole in time to avoid it, but fleeing for her life as she had been it had been there before she knew it and there she was, tumbling along from the light to the darkness.
“Unnggh!” The breath was knocked out of her as she hit the bottom of the pit. At least it hadn’t been too far from the top to the bottom and she didn’t think she’d broken anything, though she realized she wouldn’t know for sure until she picked herself up from where her face lay buried in the slightly muddy ground and try moving about.
She pushed back so she sat on her calves with her feet tucked under her slight derrière. She hadn’t felt any twinges as she’d moved into a sitting position, so that must be a good sign. She looked at her hands and realized they were covered in mud. Looking about she realized she not only had nowhere to wipe her hands, but the entire front of her body was covered in the same mud, from her toes to her face with her firm, round breasts looking like…
“What the hell?” she mumbled to herself in shock. She looked down and examined each of her breasts. Neither of the mammary glands that had been upon her ribcage since puberty had started them growing to adult size had ever been anything like this. She placed her hands beneath each breast and pushed up, amazed by the sheer size and weight of each one as she bobbled them in her hands, like testing the weight and balance of bowling balls before using them for a juggling act.
“My God, Paula! Where did these come from?” Paula Sterlington had always been a pretty girl, before and after puberty, though as her body filled out in her teen years she had been slightly embarrassed by the attention she’d gotten from so many boys and it had gotten her into trouble more than a few times. But she had never had a body like what she was seeing now, at least as much of it as she could see. For once she seriously wished she had a mirror handy.
Paula stood to her feet, the mud beneath her causing her to slip about a bit until she figured out how to stand with her legs spread wider, giving her a better stance. She looked all about her and twisted about, gasping as much over the ample, round ass-cheeks where before had been a pair that were nice, but nothing to match what was on the backside of Jennifer Lopez. J.Lo had some serious “bootage” going on her that all the men seemed to love staring at and drooling over, and now it seemed, so did she. The question was how?
Paula looked up at the walls of the hole she had fallen into. The questions of what had happened to her body and where the hell she was would have to wait until after she extricated herself from this hole. No one was liable to find her if she remained down here.
She realized the absurdity in what she had just thought and she began to titter, first a slight sound that was barely a giggle and then louder and louder until had she heard it coming from someone else she might have thought the person completely unbalanced and deserving of a padded room with a coat that had long arms stretched all the way about so the person couldn’t hurt herself. That was how she sounded.
Finally she got her nervous laughter under control, though for several minutes she still continued to breathe heavily. Her mind convinced her body it was okay to be frightened, just not maniacally mad.
Paula decided the only way out was to climb, though she’d never been what anyone would call athletic. The water sports and volleyball at the nudist clubs had been about the most advanced activities she had ever been involved in. She reached forward and pressed her fingers against the wall of dark dirt, amazed at how easily she was able to push her fingers in deep enough so she would be able – hopefully – to scale this wall. But could she pull herself up that high with only her hands? Wouldn’t she need her feet working along with her hands?
She lifted a leg and stiffened her toes, then pressed them against the dirt, pleased when her toes likewise broke easily through the wall. Now if this soft dirt would only support her weight until she reached the top she’d been in fat hog heaven.
Paula reached as high as she could with one hand and dug in, then did the same with the other hand. She raised one foot and pressed her toes in as well, then pushed up on her foot as she pulled upward on her hands. She pulled the opposite hand from the foot that was buried in the surface of the wall, lifted it higher up the wall and repeated pushing it into the dirt, then lifted her other leg and dug in with her toes, once more lifting herself with her legs and arms working in concert. The lifting was grueling work and she knew she could never do this for long, but if she could just hold out until she reached the top she’d be fine.
Over and over Paula Sterlington raised one foot and one hand, dug in and pushed upward, then the other foot and the other hand and pushed upward. Again and again she repeated the maneuver until she knew she couldn’t possibly repeat the process one more time. Add to that the fact that her newly acquired centerfold-style breasts made it much harder to climb such a wall as this due to their pushing her upper body farther away from the wall than she previously would have been. Scaling a wall was something, she realized for the first time, that was easier when a person could hug the wall, keeping her body close. These damn breasts, something she had coveted and dreamed about since she was fourteen, were now her worst enemy. She’d gladly trade them for more stamina and a light body without the monster bazoombas and wide ass. God, what a time to develop a killer body.
She craned her neck to look upward and was pleasantly surprised to see light over the edge of the ground at the top of the hole not two feet above her head. Hell, she could climb that distance in her sleep. Paula pushed up with her feet and legs, forcing her now heavy ass and boobs to rise higher than they wanted. Her muscles screamed in agony as she pushed and willed them, “Just a little bit more, guys, you can do it.” She had always talked to herself this way whenever she faced something difficult and needed encouragement she wasn’t likely to get from anywhere else.
Finally her hand flopped own over the top of the ridge. She dug her fingertips in as deep as she could, then reached with her other hand and did the same. She scrabbled with her feet, her toes now numb from all the unfamiliar climbing and wanting to give out on her, but Paula Sterlington managed to push herself over the edge of the opening and onto the flat of the ground.
She rolled herself over with her last bit of energy and lay on her back, her enormous breasts now rising and falling with gusto in a way they never had before. Paula tilted her head and stared at the large boobs she had no recollection of before waking in this nightmare realm.
Had someone experimented on her without her knowledge? That was the only thing she could think of, though she didn’t know how that could happen. What was the last thing she did remember? She thought back to the previous night and recalled going to a bar with some friends, coworkers, actually. They had convinced her she’d have a great time and that it would be a lot better than sitting around in front of a television night after night waiting for that mythical prince to arrive on a white horse, like that would ever happen to someone living in the middle of Manhattan, right?
Paula had consented and at the bar had noticed a man who kept looking at her as much as she kept looking at him. She thought over and over that if he would just come up and ask her to dance she’d be his forever. And then he did. He walked right over to the table where she sat with her friends and asked her to dance, had actually held his right hand out to her for her to take as he helped her from the table and across the dance floor to an open spot where he took her in his arms and their bodies had swayed together to the music. She felt the magic of the moment as her mind became aswirl with emotion and he leaned in and pressed his lips against hers. She had kissed him back and their arms enwrapped one another’s bodies, pulling each other so close someone dancing next to them had actually said, “get a room,” meant only as a jest from the way the man had chuckled, but she had taken it literally.
“My apartment isn’t too far from here,” she’d said in a dreamy fog.
“Mine is lots closer,” he’d responded, his forehead gently touching hers. They kissed once more and without stopping only long enough at the table where her friends were to grab her purse, Paula was out the door and sharing a cab with this stranger whose name at the time she didn’t even know. Talk about a total moron driven by lust! What had she been thinking?
They lightly made out in the back seat of the taxi and by the time they arrived at his place she hadn’t even the presence of mind to look about and figure out where he had taken her. For all she’d known he could have been a serial killer, someone who collected lonely young women and cut their heads off and placed them in the freezer for safe-keeping. Or ate their victims strip-by-strip while they were still alive. But her emotions had gotten the best of her and Paula had been led up to his apartment where he had plied her with expensive wine – as far as she could recall, though it could easily have been Annie Green Springs for all she remembered – and undressed her as she stood there in his living room.
It had all been so sensuously erotic as he had kissed her throat and clavicle, then unbuttoned her blouse as he continued kissing all the way down her upper body to each of her breasts. With her blouse off he had deftly removed her bra and tenderly kissed each nipple before taking them into his mouth one at a time, making each feel as though it was the only nipple in existence, which was exactly how she had felt – as though she were the only girl in existence, and at that moment she had been.
He had continued kissing the front of her body, removing her skirt and dropping it to the floor, then her panties – with his teeth! Just like in the movies. Then he had gently kissed all about her pelvis and finally kissed on and within her vulva so deeply she thought she would scream just from the hotness of his lips. Then – then he had slipped his tongue of all things within the folds of her vaginal lips, locating her clitoris easily and nibbling and licking and sucking on it so tenderly and firmly that she had to bury her knuckles in her mouth, actually wedge them between her teeth in order to keep from screaming at the top of her lungs.
Never in her life had she experienced anything that erotically sensual. And that was only the beginning of what this mysterious, handsome, erotic stranger had done as he had penetrated her vagina with his mouth and brought her to her first orgasm of the evening. And then her second.
After that everything became a blur, but she knew he had gotten her into his bedroom where they had made mad, passionate love – well, perhaps love was stretching it a bit far, but certainly it had been the most erotically-charged sex she had ever had or ever hoped to have. All she recalled for certain was that they hadn’t stopped until sometime after the sun had risen. By then she had orgasmed more times in that one night than she could remember orgasming in the best previous several months of her life, which had been with a professor she had taken Organic Chemistry from in her third year of college.
Sometime after the sun rose she had lost everything else. Paula didn’t know if she had finally fallen into a deep sleep after all the riotous sex or – and this was something she absolutely refused to believe, seeing as how he had been her one and only Prince Charming – he had drugged her. But why, after such great sex would he bother to drug her?
Unless being drugged was the reason why she had experienced such great sex.
Now she was beginning to worry. She propped herself up onto her elbows so she was sitting up in an angled position. But that only caused her to once more catch site of her enormous breasts that until today she had never had. And they were still covered in mud, as was the entire front of her body. How had marathon sex with that stranger caused her body to undergo a metamorphosis like this?
A sniggering thought crept into her brain and she sat all the way up so she leaned slightly forward. What if he had been looking for someone specific for an experiment he had in mind? What if, entering the bar where they’d met, he had seen her and decided she would be perfect for that experiment?
“God, Paula” she chastised herself, “your imagination hasn’t slowed down any over the years.” She leaned to one side and got to one knee so she could push herself to her feet. Every muscle in her body protested over the sudden effort. They all wanted to lie there and rest, perhaps sleep for a few hours before doing any more work.
She recalled while in her Organic Chemistry class that there had been things about DNA and genetics and molecules and so many strange and exotic things that had caused her to become enamored – for about half a semester. Then she had gotten bored with the whole idea and lost interest. Fortunately it hadn’t been an integral part of the curriculum for her degree, which was in management. The OC class had simply been what she had chosen that year for two reasons – she had needed a science credit, and the professor had been seriously hot and oversexed – just like she had been.
Okay, still was. Maybe even more so now that she’d matured, if last night was any indication. Unless she had been drugged, which was still a viable possibility. Very viable. That was what had gotten her thinking about the Organic Chemistry class, right? She wondered if there were drugs that could overstimulate her sexual drive and later make her fall into a heavy slumber or at least forget anything else that happened?
She might never find out. Not unless she could get back to Earth and locate that handsome, mysterious stranger once more.
“Now why did you think that?” she asked herself. She meant the phrase, “get back to Earth”. Why had she even considered that she might not be on her planet of birth any longer?
Paula looked above her at the tall, stalks of plant-things. They certainly had no similarity to anything she had ever seen on Earth, so how could she possibly be on Earth?
“Knock it off, Sterlington,” she hissed more loudly. “This isn’t some cheesy science fiction show on the SyFy channel. This is reality.” She once more looked about her. “At least I think it is. Maybe it’s not. Maybe you’re just dreaming? Hallucinating? Maybe he did give you drugs and this is the drug-induced fantasy?”
Then Paula heard a noise from behind her and she turned in time to see a large – very large – monstrosity of an insect flying right at her from up above. It had two sets of wings and was all iridescently blue-green, which in her frame of reference made it a…
“Dragonfly!” she screamed even as she began to push her legs as fast as she could convince them to move after all they had already been through. She knew the insect chasing her down was hundreds, thousands, hell, hundreds of thousands of times larger than anything produced on Earth, which once more assured her she couldn’t possibly be on her own planet any longer. Earth didn’t have prehistoric insects attacking people. Except in movies.
Paula ran and continued to run and once she slipped, falling head-first in a slick patch of ground, but that had been a good thing, because the dragonfly-thing had swooped on past, missing her by inches. At least so she had thought until she felt a pain in her back, right between her shoulder blades. She reached back as far as she could and found a lump the size of a casino chip, perhaps a bit larger, almost centered on her back. And it hurt like hell.
“Aaagghhh!” she screamed as the pain intensified and she did her best to pat it into submission and make it stop hurting, but nothing was working and she had always heard that if she got stung by an insect, don’t scratch it. Scratching only multiplied the damage already existent and could cause it to spread, right?
So she fell onto her back on the ground and began rubbing it into the dirt. That couldn’t be good for her, either, but she hurt like a son-of-a-bitch and something had to be able to give her relief from the burn that was growing and growing with each passing second. Then something else happened where she had felt the welt from the sting, or perhaps she should say something was beginning to happen there.
She rolled over onto her front and felt her back with both hands. And located something that was definitely not a lump or welt or anything natural from an insect sting, but felt exactly like…
“Wings? No fucking way! It can’t be!”
Paula leapt to her feet, her hands yet trying their damndest to feel what was on her back. Was there another large insect there and she was feeling the wings on its back? If that was so, she needed to get the damned thing off before it did serious damage. Like being stung by Mothera’s dragonfly cousin wasn’t already damage enough.
The wings on her back had grown – were continuing to grow – even as she felt them they were larger and larger until she was able to crane her neck about and see the wings continuing to grow over each shoulder.
“My God, I’m growing wings?” Paula scratched and tugged at the wings, but they refused to be ripped from her back as though they now were rooted within her musculature or skeletal system or both, whatever the hell such wings did and how they were attached, she had no idea, she didn’t think anyone had any idea, not on something as bizarre and impossible as this was turning out to be.
As she continued jumping about and trying to remove the wings, she felt one more oddity to be added to the mix – like she needed one more oddity at this moment. She felt something move and realized the wings had flapped – repeatedly. Fast. Just like the wings on that goddamned mammoth dragonfly-fucker that had stung her.
“You goddamned son-of-a-bitching-mother-fucking-dragonfly-cock-sucker!” she screamed at the top of her lungs. Paula Sterlington was pissed and she didn’t even have the dragonfly at hand to scream obscenities at. The best she could do was to scream them incoherently with no one to hear except herself.
Then something came flying at her and she was pushed off to one side as she was struck and tumbled about. When she came to rest she looked up and saw…
“A football?” Her eyes looked hard at the thing that sat not twelve feet away from her, only this football, recognizable by the obvious oblong, spherical shape that looked like a pregnant cigar, with a white stripe around each end, was at least twenty-feet long and twenty-feet wide.
She sat up on her heels, her legs bent underneath her, and she barely missed getting trampled as a large foot, make that a whole bunch of large feet, stomped down all about her, and there were legs attached to the feet that were as large as the football was long and the legs went up so high that when she looked up from where she crouched next to a mammoth tree that had to be at least six-hundred feet wide at its base, she realized she was looking at boys – human boys – only these were all giants that had to be – hell – she had no idea. They were hundreds of feet tall, though the clothes they wore were identical – as far as she could tell at that size – to the clothes she saw any other kid wearing these days.
“This can’t be happening,” she said as she plastered her back against the trunk of the tree, standing on one of the humongous roots for support. It was the only way she could ensure she didn’t get trampled in the onrush of the boys playing football. What the hell kind of world was this where the people were hundreds of feet tall, but otherwise identical to her own world?
“My God,” she barely whispered, her hand going to her head. Why did she always have to get migraines whenever she got stressed this way? Of course, she realized that nothing she had ever been through was as stressful as what she was going through at that moment. Nothing.
Then a thought occurred to her and she looked back over toward the “kids”, who now were further away and looked more like normal-sized people to her. “Did someone shrink me?”
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Chapter Two
“That’s got to be the answer,” Paula Sterlington whispered to herself, though she wondered why she was whispering. If she was right and she had been shrunk to half the size of a plastic Barbie doll or smaller, what were the chances of anyone of normal size hearing her? “I’ve somehow been shrunk so I’m as small as a bug.” She shook her head and then began crying – really crying – like big buckets of crocodile tears, though at her current size she would have to cry for the remainder of her life in order to fill the proverbial bucket referred to in that saying. As she was now, she couldn’t even begin to fill the dent made by sticking a safety pin in a wooden board and withdrawing it.
“Why?” she finally cried out loud, her sobs as loud as she could make them. All about her all was quiet, however. No one else near her, and she now realized from the perch where she stood that there were indeed many people of all sizes playing, picnicking, Bar-B-Qing and in general just having a grand old time, though from where she had been on the ground surrounded by the blades of grass that seemed like trees, she hadn’t seen them until now, could hear her crying. She sat on the tree root and bawled for a long time until she was cried out and had no more tears to shed.
She sat silently for a bit and then wiped her face and realized that not only were her face and hand still covered in mud, but her crying had made the matter worse. She needed a bath. But how to get somewhere so she could get cleaned up without getting stepped on and flattened like a - bug?
Paula stood and looked back at the wings that had formed on her back. She no longer felt any itching or pain. The wings looked as though they had stopped growing and shimmered in the bright daylight. They were as iridescent as the wings she had seen on the dragonfly earlier. The damned S.O.B. that had stung her.
Why had the insect sting given her wings? It made no sense at all. But for now, at least she had these wings and if they actually worked, she was going to make use of them and see if she could locate a pond or even a puddle or a – birdbath? She stretched as tall as she could at this height and thought she saw something off in the distance that might be a birdbath, but she couldn’t be certain. So she concentrated on flapping her wings and – they buzzed just like any typical dragonfly’s wings should. Both sets fluttered rapidly so they were difficult to see and – she felt herself levitate slightly.
“Omigod!” she cried out, more surprised that scared. She looked down and her feet had left the tree root, but she was hovering only a few feet, for her size, above the root, which meant in her old, normal size she was only an inch or less above the root. “This is fantastic!” Paula leaned to her left and her new wings carried her left, though she noticed she was a bit wobbly. She changed and leaned to her right and she moved right, still somewhat wobbly. She knew she needed practice before she left the vicinity of this tree so she wouldn’t get squashed, so she continued to hold herself close to the tree while she worked out the kinks of flying under her own power. Soon she had learned to control her wings at least enough so she could fly a few feet – in real size, not her current size – above the ground and move forward or backward or to either side. She was so elated that she spun herself around while hovering in the air. The spin made her so dizzy she fell over and landed on her ass, albeit a rather soft and exciting ass.
“Oof!” she hit the ground hard and picked herself up, shaking her head to clear the cobwebs. “I guess I won’t do that again real soon.”
Reorienting herself Paula sited in on what she thought might be a birdbath and revved up her wings. They buzzed rapidly and she was somehow calmed by the whirring noise. Putting herself in gear she sped forward, her sudden speed surprising her. She still wouldn’t be able to outrun a fly swatter if someone were to swing one her direction, but at least she was moving and it was forward in a semi-steady motion.
“That’s a lot better,” she saw the object she had pegged as her target and was glad to be on-course. As she came closer she realized she’d need to get some altitude unless she wanted to ram herself into the base of the thing she was now certain was a birdbath. It wasn’t easy, but she finally figured out the angle necessary for getting air under her wings and soon she was rising upward. Then she saw that she was indeed going to run into the bowl above the pedestal and leaned a hard left, hoping to veer off and miss it. She was almost good enough for this maneuver, but not quite. She scraped her right arm along the edge of the bowl, then pulled her arm out of the way, but her sudden movement caused her right hip to swing toward the bowl and she felt that scrape even harder.
“Shit!” she screamed out, tears once more filling her eyelids, but this time because of physical pain, not emotional. At least she had made it to a position above the rim of the bowl, so she lowered herself and her bare feet touched down on the large, hard plastic dish that spread out and was full of water warmed by the afternoon sun.
“Oh, God, this feels soooo good.” Paula lowered her entire body into the tepid water and splashed about, scrubbing her flesh clean and taking special care to cleanse the area she had scraped raw by her misjudgment. She inspected the red, slightly bleeding area and decided it should be all right – if it didn’t get infected. She looked about her at the birdbath and realized that although it had felt good to her dry, filthy skin, it was also dirty from many days – perhaps weeks or even months - use by who knew how many birds. She suddenly wondered what kind of diseases birds carried and if people could catch them? She decided possibly through an open wound, such as her scraped arm and thigh and shook her head. What was she supposed to do? If she was permanently stuck in this size and with these wings, she would have to rely on items like birdbaths for her continued existence. There was no way she was about to live in filth just because some other creature might have “dirtied the water”.
Then she realized how thirsty she was and that was something where she did need clean water. Drinking the water she had bathed in would certainly make her ill if not kill her.
She flapped her wings once more and rose from her bathing bowl, looking her body all over. She smiled, pleased with how she now looked. Even her breasts, which she had been concerned with before, now pleased her even better since they were clean and looked gorgeous.
Hmm, maybe that was it. Perhaps her breasts and ass had rounded out because of her shrinking in size, becoming more compact? That was possible, though she couldn’t be certain. Something she would have to consider and if she ever got the chance to talk to someone with more knowledge than she had on the subject, she would certainly ask.
For now she…
“Mommy! Look! Tinkerbelle!” She heard the high-pitched squeal of the little girl and her ears rang. Paula clapped her hands over her ears, but looked in the direction of the shrill voice. Oh God, a little girl - and she was running straight toward her.
“What dear?” the voice of the mother called out, not paying enough attention to her little girl. The tiny tyke made a bee-line for what she saw as that playful winged sprite form Disney fame, wanting more than anything to wrap her grimy little, candy-coated fingers about the miniature magical creature and take her home where she could dote on her forever.
“Omigod!” Paula shrieked and ordered her wings to fly as fast as they possibly could. She whirred backward, since she was looking forward at the yet onrushing package of unstoppable danger in the form of a three-year old child. Then she spun herself around and zoomed as fast as she could, which still wasn’t quite fast enough, but at least was taking her in the opposite direction from where the girl was and anywhere that girl wasn’t was a good place for her to be. Only she wasn’t watching where she was going and ran straight into a small dog that was catching a Frisbee thrown by its owner. She struck the canine in its left ear, it yelped, she screamed, the dog whipped its head about and snapped its jaws, barely missing catching her left leg as the “fairy” flipped her body over into a somersault that carried her out of reach of the still snapping dog’s teeth.
“Stop! You’re hurting her!” the girl screamed even more shrill as she caught up with her fairy only to find “Tink” battling for her life against a ferocious beast that was fighting for its Frisbee.
“Tracy?” the mother called out, looking about for her little girl and not finding her where she thought she should be. “Tracy! Where are you?”
“Hey, Boner, what’re you doing you stupid dog? Bring me the fucking Frisbee!” the owner of the dog called out in a much less loving manner. The teenage boy all of perhaps fourteen who had trained “Boner” to catch Frisbees saw the dog snapping and snarling and mistakenly thought the dog had gone crazy and was trying to bite a little girl. In fear for what his dad would do if he allowed his dog to kill or even maim a little kid, the teen took off at a mad dash straight toward his dog.
The mother finally spied her little darling – about to get her face bit off by a rabid dog and her face went completely white. “Oh my God!” she screamed, finally finding her voice. She too went off running, seeing the danger her child was in and knowing she had to get to her immediately or she might not live to turn four.
Both the teenage boy and the mother had one objective in sight, which is why neither noticed the other running to fill the exact same spot in the vast city playground known as Central Park. Within moments of beginning their race to snatch up the little girl, both the mother and teen collided, slamming harder than two freight trains moving at full speed in the dead of night.
“Unngghhh!” thy both grunted hoarsely, or something to that effect. Both went flying on the rebound and landed on their asses, their heads smarting as they each heard bells ringing, but couldn’t figure out where the sound was coming from.
Boner continued snapping at the buzzing insect that had stung his ear and Tracy had fallen on her three-year old butt and sat screaming in tears for her “Tinkerbell”. Paula was zigzagging every which way she could in order to stay one snap ahead of Boner’s gnashing, flashing, less-than-white canines. Finally she got angry enough over the circumstances not of her making and screamed at the dog. The dog, of course, ignored her completely in favor of trying to bite her in half.
Paula felt her anger burning greater and greater and suddenly she felt something in the back of – well – back and realized the burning sensation was coming from her ass.
“Oh my God, just what I need at a time like this – a venereal disease.” She was too confused to realize something of what she was thinking would undoubtedly be felt in her vagina, since she had never indulged in anal sex. But the situation being what it was, she understandably misread the signs.
Then she felt a more than burning pain as something erupted from about where her anus should be. She whipped her head about, careful to still keep watch on “Fido” in case he got in a lucky bite. Even more surprised than when she first realized she had wings growing out of her back she now realized she had something that looked a lot like a stinger sticking – or at least growing – out of her ass, right where the crack of her ass began, so it was actually higher than her anus, perhaps right above the anal opening where she got rid of her waste by-product. A long tube began projecting out from just beneath her lower spine and formed a slightly curved shape until the entire section of tubing was approximately one-and-a-half to two-inches long, but to Paula, in her diminutive size, it looked a lot longer.
As she watched both perplexed and amazed at what was happening at the crack of her ass she felt something more happening inside of her, as though she might be getting indigestion and was about to shit her pants, only she wasn’t wearing any pants, or even panties. The discomfort continued and she found the “stinger-like” tube curving between her legs so it looked a lot like a penis sticking out from her pelvic region. It pointed in the direction of the still snapping and snarling dog, even though its owner had recovered and was trying his best to pull the dog away, all the while shouting out to the mother of the little girl, “Sorry, lady. I’m real sorry. I don’t know what set him off. He’s never acted like this before.”
Boner still had the flying menace in his sight and the only thing in his mind was to rend the bug to pieces. He fought harder and harder to get free of his owner’s grasping arms, even snapping and snarling at the teenage boy he had known all his life.
Paula felt something akin to a bowel movement and suddenly a colorless liquid shot forth from the end of the tube. The liquid shot out toward Boner, struck him in the face and the dog began whining even more ferociously than it previously had been snarling. Boner pushed his face to the ground and pawed at his eyes over and over repeatedly, his owner, now confused as to the sudden change in disposition, grabbed at his dog and was bit in the process.
Paula found herself free from the snapping canine and flew as fast as she could to get away. As she sped, she looked back to be certain the dog hadn’t gotten it into its head to follow after her. That was when the butterfly net came down over her and pinned her to the ground.
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Chapter Three
She fought as hard as she could against the net, but the man who held onto it had quickly wrapped it around, trapping her even more inside and she found the holes in the net were too small even at her size to squeeze through. That didn’t stop her from struggling, but she soon found she was already too tired from the other ordeals she’d been through during the day, not the least of which had been trying to stay away from that crazy hound. That had nearly drained her as it was, and now here she was trying to escape a butterfly net. It just wasn’t going to happen.
The man – no – she could see as she focused on him better now that she wasn’t fighting for her life, that he was a teenager. A bit older than the one who owned the dog, but still only a teen. He took her over to where he had his items spread out and flopped down onto a blanket. Then he pulled the net with her in it to his face so he could inspect her more closely. His eyes grew big as he realized what he was looking at.
“Shit. A tiny girl?” He couldn’t believe what he was seeing.
“A woman,” she stated flatly, feeling suddenly self-conscious about her nudity and crossing her arms over her chest. “I’m a full-grown woman, thank you, not a girl.” She did that sometimes with certain men, when she wanted to establish that she was past her teen years, but in truth she mostly thought of herself as a girl, too. It was nice thinking in terms that kept her youthful.
“I know you just said something,” he said to her, “but I’ll be damned if I know what it was. Did you speak in English? Is it possible you speak English?”
“Of course I’m speaking English you fucking dweeb,” she huffed, hurt that he would think she was anything but American. What did he take her for? Then she remembered that to him she was no bigger than a bug. Just like with her he was the biggest giant she had ever seen.
“Damn, this is awesome,” he rolled over onto his front and pulled the net with her in it over so he could lay it on the blanket before him. He rested his chin on his folded arms and stared at her, studying her body.
“You look exactly like a real girl, only a lot smaller,” he laughed. The sound of his laughter hurt her ears. She covered them with her hands and grimaced. “Oh, sorry,” he whispered. “Did that hurt? Guess I do have a pretty loud laugh when I think something’s really funny. Hope this is better for you.”
In fact it was. Paula uncovered her ears and sat back on her heels. She placed her hands on her thighs, uncovering her breasts. What difference did it make if he saw her naked body? She was only – what – three or four inches tall at the most? Even if he stared at her for hours on end, which he seemed as though he was actually going to do, her breasts, even as enlarged as they were to her, were still no bigger than dimes on her chest to him. It wasn’t like he could possibly do anything to her sexually at this size.
The boy got up, walked over to his backpack and reached inside. When he pulled his hands out he held a large jar with a red lid. He unscrewed the lid as he flopped back down in front of her and grinned as he fumbled with the net, unwrapping it so he could reach inside with one hand.
Paula saw what he was intending and tried to keep away from his hand, but the net kept her from moving well enough and within seconds she was trapped in his hand. She wondered if she could use that stinger tube thing and shoot whatever that liquid was at him? Shouldn’t it be as effective on him as it was on the dog? But before she could figure out how to use her new weapon, he had pulled her from the net and dropped her inside the clear, plastic jar.
She fell awkwardly and landed on her ass with an “Oomph!” She hadn’t fallen far, but it was enough to knock the wind temporarily out of her. When she looked up he was screwing the lid on and all hope vanished as she saw that she was now seriously trapped. There was no way she was ever getting out of this jar without him letting her out.
Panic seized her and she stood to her feet and began banging against the side of the jar with her fists. The boy took note of her actions and tilted the jar to take a closer look at her, causing her to slide backwards and hit the side of the jar. Thank goodness it was soft plastic, but still, it hurt enough and now she was back on her ass again.
“Let me out!” she screamed, panic on her face. “Please! Let me out of here! I can’t stay in this thing. I can’t. There won’t be enough air to breathe and I’ll die.” Her words caused her to look up at the underside of the lid, where she noticed there were holes punched in it. She would have a constant supply of air, but she needed more than that; she needed food, water, a comfortable place to sleep. Freedom. He looked at her as though he knew she was saying something, but her voice was too tiny for him to hear, plus the fact that there was a wall of plastic between them caused her words to be obliterated before they got to him.
The boy tilted the jar back-and-forth, looking at her from different angles, but each time he tilted it she fell in the direction of the tilt so he wasn’t able to get a good look from any angle.
Smiling at his prize find the boy began packing everything he had in his backpack. When he was done he placed the jar with her in it inside the pack at the top and zipped it closed. Total darkness engulfed her world and Paula sat back, weeping once more.
As she finished crying – really – how many tears could a couple of eye-ducts produce in one day? She sat back at the awkward angle the jar gave her. She crossed her legs and folded them underneath her, trying to make her position as comfortable as possible, knowing it would never be truly comfortable.
Suddenly a small light began to glow and she looked up, wondering where it was coming from. It wasn’t much of a light, but at least it was something. Then the light began growing, making the inside of the pack less dark. She glanced about, trying to see where the light was coming from and was horrified when she realized it was emitting from her lower abdomen.
“What the fuck?” she whispered, too tired to scream or yell. How many more weird things was her body going to do today? As she watched the light grew brighter and the inside of the pack was filled with a soft glow that at least caused her a bit of comfort. She was still trapped, but at least she could see. The human animal was funny that way; give them light and even if they’re a prisoner they feel as though they have a little respect and decency.
She inspected the area where her body was producing the light and touched it with her fingers, caressing it softly. When she pulled her fingers away their tips were covered with something that glowed almost as bright as her pelvis. “What the fuck?” she repeated her words of confusion from before. How in hell was she able to make light from her body to begin with and how was it transferred onto her fingers?
She thought furiously and her mind once more drifted back to that lame class on Organic Chemistry. They had studied bugs and insects for part of the time and she had learned that the common firefly produced a light something like this at its abdomen. Was that was this was? She recalled as a small girl visiting her grandparents in a rural setting quite different from where she had grown up in Queens, New York. During the night fireflies had come out in droves and amazed her for hours with the lights that shone from their bodies. She and her brothers and sisters had caught some of the fireflies and squished them, getting the liquid light onto their fingers and rubbing it on their faces. It had been fun to see parts of their features glowing in the dark like fireflies. Now she wasn’t so amused.
When the amazement over her glowing pelvis subsided she began to get depressed once more. First she had grown the wings of a dragonfly, then the – she searched her memory of bug terms and only thought of the word abdomen. That was all she could recall it being called on a dragonfly and couldn’t remember anything else like it in any of the other insects they had studied. Admittedly bugs were only a tiny portion of the class and they hadn’t spent much time on them at all. Had she not had her memories of those fireflies as a child she might never have paid that much attention in class to the insect phase of it at all.
She had no idea why she had “shot” that – acid – she believed it had been, at the dog. Dragonflies don’t shoot acid. A few types of ants do and maybe some other insects, but not dragonflies and certainly not fireflies, so where had it come from? She shrugged, making her wings buzz momentarily. She glanced back over her shoulder at them and sighed. Was she doomed to remain in this state, tiny and sprouting portions of insects all over her body? The only good thing to come out of it so far had been these enormous jugs in place of her previous breasts. Those had already been good, but these were fabulous.
Paula cupped her hands beneath her breasts and juggled them slightly, enjoying the sensation. Somehow the movement caused a stirring inside her loins and she felt her vagina grow moist. A wave of sensuality washed over her and she moaned as she continued juggling her breasts in her hands. If this was so good, she wondered what it would be like to masturbate? She shrugged once more, with the same results as before. Hell, she had nothing else to do while she was stuck inside this backpack. She may as well get something enjoyable out of her time in enforced solitude.
Paula sat back, got as comfortable as she could under the circumstances, and spread her legs, exposing the lips of her vulva. She spread the lips with the fingers of her left hand while inserting the fingers of her right hand within. There was her clitoris. She moaned even as she began “tickling” it, as she liked to think of playing with herself this way. Her eyes closed as she leaned back, finding it only a bit less comfortable with her wings in the way, but she figured she’d have to get used to them now. Her fingers continued manipulating her “love button”, as she called it, and she moaned out loud several times.
God, this was soooo good. The first really great thing she’d had all day, actually. While she played with herself she thought back to when she’d first discovered masturbation as a very young teenager. At first she thought she might be sinning, since she had been going to Sunday School and Vacation Bible School in the summers since she was only about eight years old. But it had felt so good to play with her little button and push her fingers as far within herself that she had continued on with it, regardless of what the people at church might have thought. Later she had found other ways to pleasure herself, like dildos whenever she didn’t have a special guy in her life.
That all caused her to think back to the previous night and the man she had met and gone home with from that bar. It had been the most pleasurable and sensual night of her life, but there had to have been something he had done to her, since when she awoke she had found herself on the beginning of the worst experience of her life – becoming a bug.
Paula was so involved in pleasuring herself inside the jar, with her eyes tightly closed, that she failed to notice when the backpack opened and a hand reached in and withdrew the jar with her in it. The boy who had captured her stared at his new prize possession and his eyes grew big as he understood what was happening inside the jar.
“Fuck me,” he exclaimed softly, his mouth hanging open in amazement. He was only seventeen and not exactly a hunk, so he hadn’t attracted a lot of girls the way some boys did at school. Besides, he was more of a studious type who liked to study insects, which is why he’d been out in the park collecting new specimens – for him – of butterflies and whatever else he could find. Coming upon this miniature girl with the wings had been the greatest thing ever. And now she was fucking herself right in front of him. Awesome!
Paula continued moaning as she brought herself to orgasm. When she finally finished her eyes fluttered open and she was surprised to find she had an audience. Her face suddenly flushed deep red and she slammed her legs together, once more wrapping her arms about her upper body to conceal her breasts. The boy staring at her laughed and she thought he sounded nervous.
“Do that again,” she thought she heard him say, but the words were distorted by the plastic jar between them.
She got an idea and she hoped she hadn’t telegraphed it to him when her eyes flared at the thought conceiving inside her mind. Maybe she could use his interest in her masturbation to set herself free.
Paula leaned toward the boy and cupped a hand behind one of her ears. She shook her head slightly and tilted her cupped ear toward the boy. He got the message. She hadn’t heard what he’d said, so he repeated himself.
“Do it again,” he said louder this time. She shook her head once more and leaned closer, as though she were trying to hear him. He brought the jar right up to his face and spoke his words clearly, one at a time, as though that might help.
“Do – it – again. Fuck – your – self,” he said even louder.
Once more she shook her head, then shrugged her shoulders as though she were as frustrated as he was that she couldn’t understand what he was saying. She held her palms up and open as she shrugged and shook her head. She pointed to the lid above her and then to her ear, shaking her head repeatedly.
The boy finally got the idea she was trying to get across. He set the jar down on the desk in his room, and she looked about, realizing she was indeed inside a teenage boy’s bedroom. He twisted the lid off and was about to lean over the opening so he could speak to her when she activated her wings so they flapped as fast as they could and she flashed past him on her way out of the jar. The boy jerked back, startled by the sudden and unexpected movement, his head craning upward and back as the fairy-like mini-girl with wings zoomed up and over his head. He turned to see where she had gone, and found her heading for the door, which he had stupidly left open.