Misssergiantess - Don't be a pushy little lap pet

Misssergiantess - Don't be a pushy little lap pet

As she settled into her comfy armchair, Misssergiantess couldn't help but notice the tiny figure by her feet. It was just a scrap of fabric, really, barely visible, but she'd felt it shift slightly under her gaze. A faint whisper of alarm tickled the edges of her mind - had someone sneaked into her home while she was working? What if they were up to no good?

Deciding some intimidation was in order, she slammed her meaty foot down onto the floor, grunting loudly as she did. But there was no response - not even a whimper from the tiny thing beneath her giantess formidable presence. It just remained where it was, motionless, like some sort of annoying bug that wouldn't scurry away when you tried to swat it.

Sighing heavily, Misssergiantess bent down and picked up the tiny, shrinking man by the collar of his shirt, holding him up before her eyes. His once proud face was now a pale, shriveled thing, barely distinguishable from the rest of him. She raised an eyebrow in judgment, her crimson eyes glaring down at him.

"Now, now," she said in her most commanding voice, "you know better than to be a pushy little lap pet. Don't you?"

The tiny man squirmed in her grip, but couldn't find the words to answer her. Misssergiantess knew what he was thinking, though - nothing good. She could see it in his eyes. With a sneer, she turned him over and placed him back on the floor, keeping him within sight but out of easy reach.

"I might be big and beautiful," she growled, "but that doesn't mean you can just do whatever you want. Now, I'm trying to get some work done here. Are you going to behave yourself or am I going to have to take drastic measures?"

The tiny man knew what those drastic measures were - he'd seen them before. Fear gripped him tight as he shrank back against the wall, his heart hammering in his chest. He swore he wouldn't make a sound, wouldn't disrupt her work. Just a good little thing on her lap, that was all he wanted.

But Misssergiantess wasn't convinced. She watched him warily for several minutes, a frown on her face, then shook her head. It was clear he wasn't going to learn his lesson the easy way. With one massive, pointed finger, she quickly snapped it out, catching him by surprise and pinning him to the wall.

"Now, don't you move," she said, one brow raised in warning. "I mean it. Not one little twitch."

And with that, she returned her attention to the computer on her lap, the shrunken man forgotten for now. He could only stare up at her with wide, frightened eyes as his goddess settled in, unaware of the tiny man pinned to the wall just a few feet away.