I barely even registered his words, barely
knew what I was agreeing to. "Sure. Fine.
Whatever. Just let him go!"
From below, from his nearly encased
position in Doug's ass cheeks, Matthew
let out a tiny howl of protest, but I ignored
it. The way I figured, he could shrink me
anytime he wanted to, anyway. At least
this would ensure that Matthew went free.
Still, my stomach turned over at the
thought of being so helpless under
Doug's control. His wide smile as he
turned around to face me (hiding Matthew
from view again) told me he was thinking
of the same thing. "You made the right
choice," he said.
Tears flowed down my cheeks. I could
only hope that this was a temporary
arrangement. When Matthew went free,
he would certainly be able to bring help.
As I watched, Doug reached down into
his fallen pants and pulled out something
that looked like a Palm computer.
Realizing these could be my last seconds
as a full-sized human being, I cried
harder as he made his adjustments.
And then . . .