July Flash tale #2 - "Obviously

Ngatea

The English girl laughs a lot, and I’m not all that funny. We’re in a bar, so maybe she’s just drunk, but she doesn’t seem drunk, you know? She just seems like she’s having fun.

Her name is Seren, and she’s pretty without having to try too hard. Girl next door kinda thing, you know? I haven’t made an effort tonight, just showed up at the bar in T-shirt and shorts. This girl in the blue summer dress, she looks too good for me, and yet she’s the one who came over and started chatting.

“You look awfully thirsty. Let me buy you a drink.”

Awfully. Her accent makes me think that ‘next door’ for her back in England is somewhere pretty expensive. I think she might have some money to inherit.

So, what is she doing in Ngatea?

“I got stuck here during Covid, obviously,” she says. She shrugs, as if saying the name of the virus tells me everything I need to know - and maybe that’s true.

“You’re still here,” I say. I grin. “They opened the airports. You could go back home if you wanted.”

“That’s true.” She laughs her tinkling laugh.  “Maybe I like it here better.” And then she gives me a look that promises all kinds of things.

She’s seems older than me, maybe mid-twenties. When she asks what I’m doing in a place like Ngatea, I tell her that anywhere is better than home.

She swirls her glass. “What’s so bad about home?”

I sip my own drink, a sweet cocktail Seren insisted on me trying, and I tell her about my blended family, Dad ending his forties by leaving Mum and then marrying a younger woman and having more kids. Me beginning my twenties babysitting new brothers and sisters, or even when I’m not left in charge, picking up another box of Rascal and Friends from Four Square.

“Had enough of dirty nappies?” asks Seren.

I wrinkle my nose. “Obviously.”

She laughs, motions for me to finish my drink as she tips back her own glass. She says she’s going to take me back to her place. Looking at her, I’d be crazy to refuse.

It’s a ten-minute walk to Seren’s house, which I’m glad about, because I was starting to feel a little sleepy. Still, as we go inside, I can’t help noticing I’m knackered. At her request, I slip off my jandals before we enter the living room.

She turns the lights on low, and I realize that I never asked her what she does, but as I look around the room, it’s obvious. There’s kid stuff everywhere. Toys, dolls, and a plastic potty chair.

“You’ve got…how many kids?” I’m annoyed by the complication.

Seren laughs. “They’re not mine,” she says, taking my hand and leading me across the rug. “I just look after them.” She smiles. “They always seem to like me.”

Of course, she does. It’s obvious. As obvious as the tingling in my feet, a sensation that travels up my legs and then across the rest of my body until it finishes in my scalp, making me reach up to touch my hair self-consciously.

“Feeling a little funny?”

I nod. “Little bit.” My lips feel heavy, it’s an effort to speak.

“That’s okay.” Seren swings my hand gently back and forth. “I love looking after little ones.” She giggles. “Especially the funny ones.”

I blink, eyelids as heavy as my lips, and then I produce a giggle to match Seren’s. I blush at the sound, and then I look down at my crotch. I’m getting hard. Obviously.

Seren sighs. “How absolutely perfect.” She kisses my cheek. “I had a feeling about you.” She rubs my back, and I know that if she were to touch me between my legs, I would lose any sense of control.

Is this what it feels to be hypnotized? Have I been drugged? I think back to the cocktail, and then I’m face to face with Seren, gazing into her eyes, and when she tells me that we’re going to have so much fun, I nod and smile.

Because my head is shrinking even as my penis is growing, and Seren loves looking after little ones. I understand what she means, as I crouch down on the ground making my way on hands and knees across the rug, the tingles on my skin and in my mind increasing until I feel as though I may just burst right there. I pick up a toy car and turn it over in my hand, spinning the wheels.

This all seems so strange, and yet it’s becoming more normal by the second. Because of the tingles. Because of the pretty lady.

Seren stands over me, clucking approvingly. “You have a play with your toys. And when you need to tinkle or poop, tell Seren, okay?”

I look up at her, and I nod. “I tell.”

The pretty girl smiles at me, tells me I’m being a good boy, and I feel my hardness ache.

“You won’t need those silly nappies, will you,” says Seren.

I shake my head. “No way! I not…I not…” I stumble over the reply. “Big boy!”

Seren nods. “That’s right!” She points at the red potty chair. “You can use the potty like a big boy. And then you can have your treat.” She gives me that look she’d given me before, the one at the bar, and I understand what’s in her eyes, even as I wonder what I was doing in a bar in the first place.

“What a good boy,” says Seren, and she laughs so sweetly that I might just be falling in love with her. I kneel on the living room rug and push the toy cars back and forth, and I understand, in a sleepy, fuzzy way, that I’m going to do whatever she says.

THE END

Dan gets talking with a pretty girl at a Ngatea bar - she finds it funny when he tells her he came abroad to get away from stinky diapers - Byron