Dibs: House Guest (Part Seven)

“Oh my god!” she squeals. “I like, can’t even with you right now! You’re so cute I just wanna like, eat you up!”

She puts him in the dollhouse, holding him like a doll and making him bounce around as she speaks for him in a mockingly squeaky voice. “I’m Princess Bunny! I’m the prettiest little doll in the whole kingdom!”

“Stop it! I don’t belong to you, you spoiled little brat! I don’t belong to anyone! I’m a human being!”

She just laughs. “Such a feisty little pet! I am gonna have so much fun training you, Bunny.”

“Leave me alone you fucking bitch!”

“Aww, so grumpy! Okay cutie, get some sleep. Dream about all the ways you’re going to please your new Goddess.”

She finally lets go of him and slowly stands up. He can’t help but watch her perfect body rise before him, towering above the dollhouse like a sky-scraper. The hem of her skirt is level with the roof of the dollhouse; her smooth, sculpted thighs emerging from its canopy like unthinkably huge trees. Then she bends over and puts her face into the dollhouse, pushing him up against the back wall with her nose. Her tongue emerges from between her lips and she slowly drags it up the length of his body until her enormous mouth is level with his terrified face. Her warm, steamy breath washes over him as she whispers “Next time you see me, I’ll own you. That’s a promise.”

He’s shaking with rage but the visceral fear of her enormous mouth before him makes it impossible for him to speak. She puts her lips to his face and engulfs him in a wet kiss, gently sucking him into her until she’s sucking on most of his head, her tongue swirling around him in the powerful wash of her saliva.

After what feels like an eternity, she releases him, gasping for air. She stands up straight again and winks at him as she closes the dollhouse, sealing him in darkness. He hears a thud as she puts something heavy against it, locking him inside. He waits until he hears her flick the light off and walk out, and then he tries to open the dollhouse. It won’t open. He slams his body against it, but nothing happens. He needs to get to a phone, needs to talk to Diane. He doesn’t even care that she’s cheating on him anymore, he just needs to make sure she won’t give him away like a stray kitten to that fucking brat.

He tries again and again to escape from the dollhouse but it doesn’t move. Cassie has him trapped. He refuses to give up, throwing himself against the wall again and again until he’s covered in bruises. After a particularly furious attempt, he collapses onto the plastic couch to take a break and catch his breath.

He wakes up in a panic as the dollhouse shudders violently. He doesn’t remember falling asleep. Is this an earthquake? No…

Oh god. He’s being carried somewhere.

“Hey! HEY!” he screams, pounding against the wall of the dollhouse. Whoever is carrying it is not being very careful about it. He’s tossed around inside like a rag doll in the dryer.

Finally, the quaking comes to a stop. He can hear muffled voices outside. He recognizes Diane’s voice, and Sasha’s.

“Wow, so that’s it? I just sign here and it’s done? Doesn’t he need to sign anything?”

“Nope. The woman at the legal clinic said you can just sign for him because like, you’re his legal guardian. I mean he’s basically like a dog or something, so like, it’s fine.”

Holy fuck. This can’t be happening. How can they already be doing this? What really gets to him is how casually they’re talking about it. They’re about to upend his entire life, turn him into a toy for a bratty cheerleader, and they didn’t even take a full day to decide on it!

He pushes against the wall of the dollhouse, and this time it budges open a crack. He peers through it to see that they’ve set him down on the kitchen island. Diane and Sasha are looking at some paperwork at the other end. No sign of Cassie.

He pushes against the wall again, widening the crack enough to squeeze through. Just as he gets out, he watches with horror as Diane lowers her pen to the paper. He starts sprinting towards her but it’s like it’s happening in slow motion, like a terrible dream where he’s trying to run as fast as he can but it’s as if he’s running through deep water. He watches the little scribbling motion of the pen, such a tiny action but so significant. Sealing his fate before his very eyes.

“Diane, wait!” he screams, gasping for breath. Then, out of nowhere, something as huge as a building comes down in front of him and blocks his path, appearing so quickly that he runs straight into its soft surface and bounces off it, landing flat on his back on the granite countertop.

He slowly looks up to see Cassie, sitting on the counter between him and Diane. She’s kicking her feet in the air playfully and sucking on a lollipop as she smiles down at him.

“Good morning Bunny!” she says cheerfully.

“Oh god…”

“Goddess,” she corrects him, tapping him on the head playfully with the sticky end of her lollipop. He gawks at her. She’s not wearing her cheer uniform this time. Now she’s wearing an even shorter skirt, along with thigh-high stockings. He recognizes the top she’s wearing as one of Diane’s, but she seems to have crudely cut it to turn it into a skimpy crop-top. The heels she’s wearing are Diane’s as well.

It was the side of her huge ass that he ran into; she must have hoisted herself up and sat down just in time to block his way.

“What are you... How can…”

“Remember what I promised you little guy? About the next time you saw me?”

“I… This can’t be…”

“I keep my promises.”