A fair trade, Update

Despite that little...something I am really warming up to her. It's like we've known each other for years...

I watch TV for a bit.

I say watch cos it's like everyone's drunk and stumbling over their words today super hard to understand, even news anchors.

Whatever, TV has always been shit anyway. I find stuff moving around on the screen waaay more interesting.

I hear Bridget in the kitchen and it makes my ears flinch as I watch, in the corner of my eye she's reaching for the tuna again and my throat spasms weirdly.

The screen catches my eye, a wildlife show of some kind.

I see birds...that's all that matters. I LOVE birds.

A can opening jerks me back, TUNA!

Oh man it smells better than before how is that possible?

I can barely contain myself, I want to hold back to restrain myself.

I feel the need to not show my weakness to her, but I just cant.

The smell fills my mind and pushes away rational thoughts.

That vibration in my throat again, an involuntary sound escapes my lips.

I shut myself up but my throat continues to spasm.

Bridget heard it of course, nothing gets past her. I look up at her unable to keep the need from my face. I feel ashamed, weak but more than that hungry and the hunger wins.

"Oh? You don't want this do you?" She smiles broadly without an once of malice.

The spasm again wavering my voice.

"Iyy...y cc can't think of anything I've wanted more."

I wince at myself. Where's this giddiness coming from?

"Awww, So I can see cutie."

"Let me just get this in a bowl for you."

She scoops it out into a dish.

She leans down strangely to the floor.

A pang of rationality bubbles up, what's she doing? I think to myself

She stops looks at my confusion and sets it the dish on the table.

"Oh..sorry i..wasn't sure?" She say's, awkwardly.

I lose myself to this meal, cutlery seems necessary. I stop using the fork halfway through.

Its such a rich experience I hardly notice the loving eyes beaming down at me from Bridget.

Some tuna manages to find its way on my brow from the force of my eating and she brushes it back on to my dish.

I say nothing, just feel a flush of embarrassment.

I want to go out today, I meant to this morning, get out and stretch my legs, I'm feeling an uneasy energy today, like I could run a mile even though I don't think I've ever done that before in my life.

I start to form an idea of something to do but I just can't think of anything, like what is there to do?

I have people to go see right?

I'm not that unsocial surely?

My mind just draws a blank, I can feel a hole in my mind and tease at it.

I guess...not? I think to myself.

I'll go out anyway, I've been stuck inside since forever...wait!

I look down.

I'm not wearing pants.

Why am I naked?

I run back into my room as if I hadn't just spent the morning chatting up Bridget.

How did I forget to put my pants on??

Why didn't she say anything?

Was she being polite?

My shirt hung loosely over my frame, enough to cover my junk, maybe she thought I was wearing underwear?

Jesus! That was lucky!

Panic subsides, I convince myself that's what she thought and I shouldn't mention it to her.

I take a couple of deep breaths, "Act normal. nothing happened."

I open my dresser only to find neatly folded girls' clothes, I pause for a moment, "what?" I say out loud to myself. "Wait, what am I doing? This is where Bridget keeps her stuff."

"But where..?" I rub my head feeling the fine hairs circulate on my forehead.

I see a neat stack in the corner under a table. "Oh duh!" Of course they're there, what's wrong with me?

I unravel a few of them noting the faded patterns and colors on all of them as if they're sun bleached or washed out. The Iron Maiden shirt I wore just yesterday looked so faded that the letters were nearly illegible. I thought hard, was it this bad then?

I can't picture it, who keeps tabs on how old their shirts are getting anyway? I must be forgetting stuff again, I've been doing that a lot lately...The thought of sitting next to Bridget naked below the waist fighting off a boner flashes in my mind. I shudder.

I grab underwear and pull them up, they're elastic and thankfully hold in place.

But don't cover my junk fully, but that's normal with its odd shape and all. That's why I like baggy shirts so I can properly cover up.

I pull up my pants, but I knew from picking them up they were massive, they don't just hang off me, they crumple around my legs without catching on any part of me like I just hitched up a sack of potatoes.

I sigh heavily, When were these ever good for me? I look at the label.

Why would I buy XL jeans? I've always been a medium at most. I must've been an idiot.

I step out of them kick them away as they catch on a nail.

I remember my order and pick up the phone off of Bridget's desk.

This can not come fast enough, I guess that means I can't go out today.

The screen flashes up and I struggle with the unlock screen, I don't even bother with the scanner now.

Just pressing the keys feels like I have to beat up the phone.

Finally I'm in!

The home screen is a picture of Bridget smiling with some older woman, her mother maybe? And someone younger, maybe a sister.

Bridget has her characteristic over-the-top smile plasters across her face like its Christmas morning.

"Ugh, whys that here."

I look at my order again, delivery some time tomorrow afternoon. Thank god, I can maybe do something then I guess.

I grab a second shirt and tie it around my waist, the action is a little tricky though as my hands feel stiff for some reason, like I strained them. I feel a lot less naked now anyway, even though I still feel uncomfortable.

Clothing always felt a little wrong to me though, fabric rubbing against my hair makes me shiver.

I need to adjust myself in the hall mirror, my shirt keeps reversing the flow of my hair and it just riles me up something fierce.

Bridget calls out to me.

"Oh sweety I forgot to mention we're having a little get together tonight."

I turn to face her.

"That's cool with you yeah?" She asks me.

I feel a little nervous but my first response was out of some reflex I didn't know I had.

"Are any of them hot?" I blurt out

Bridget however is not at all phased by this and instead a puzzled expression crosses her face.

She nods slowly: "Yes I think some of them are actually." Nodding more meaningfully now. "Yes I can picture a couple at least that are quite attractive, but I've never actually met them so I guess we'll see."

Strange, Must be friends she's met online?

"but don't worry. they'll love you." She smiles to herself and continues with some cleaning. "How could they not?"

I think on that for a bit, but honestly the bigger issue here is that I'm half naked and cant show myself anyway.

"I do have a bit of an issue though." I say sheepishly.

"my...er, clothing position at the moment is...not great."

"Oh don't be silly I barely noticed it earlier and the others won't notice anything wrong at anyway." She smiles

She had noticed! I feel my face blush in shame.

"They'll just see you for what you are anyway, a cutie."

"Wait so they won't mind me being...under dressed?"

"Not at all!"

This must be some super casual type thing.

I spend the rest of the day watching TV and snoozing on the sofa while Bridget prepares snacks and drinks. I grow tired of trying to understand what's on TV, its easier just to let my mind wander and let the noise fade to nonsense.

I can feel something building in the air around me, a pressure.

It's mild, like humidity on a summer day. but it grows as time passes and when some people show up it hits harder.

Maybe I'm sick?

Before I know it there are many, many people in the apartment, too many. The place is filled with a dozen loud voices, shouting, laughing talking passionately about something or some such.

I can't make out much of it.

It must be the sheer volume.

This feeling of pressure is still beating down on me but the overwhelming noise of people makes it less obvious.

I try to talk to people, try to make some sense of it. But I find myself being ignored and I slide back to the corner, back to a wall I can feel safe near.

I'm not used to so many potential enemies.

Someone, a girl, makes eye contact with me. The first time tonight that someone has.

She's beautiful, but like Bridget I feel no attraction to her. She stands there in a close fitting red dress holding a plate of something smelling amazing, but it all smells good to be honest.

I see Bridget mouth at her, telling the girl my name. The girl smiles at me with a puzzled look. A snippet of Bridget's conversation reaches me.

"Yes, it is a strange name isn't it ha."

"Go say hi to him. He doesn't bite."

The girl walks over making some weird noises that makes my ears twitch.

"Ooooh aren't you adorable." She say's to me.

"I am? Thanks?" I blush.

Wow! She's so nice!

"My name's Bradly, what's y..."

Interrupting me she reaches down and scratches under my chin, and I go crossed eyed mid sentence, trailing off.

"...name?" I finish in my daze.

She ignores my question and moves her other hand along my head pressing one of my ears flat.

Oh god! No that's my weak spot.

"H...n...hey, n...stopp."

My legs go weak and collapse on the floor.

"Oh, he's so cute!" The girl say's

Bridget now, breaking through my trance: "He's the best, isn't he? I don't know where I'd be without him."

I literally feel high, the room is spinning around me as she presses both hands to my ears.

My crotch tingles and I reach to secure myself when I hear others approach.

The attention of a few more people come to me now, though I'm splayed out on the floor rolling around like someone on heroin.

I feel that pressure again, in my ears on my face and bristles. It's both there and not there. something so powerful it doesn't need to show itself clearly.

I feel myself sinking inwards, is it the trance? Did I take anything?

Three people now, one of them rubbing at the fine hairs on my belly.

Another itching the spot between my shoulders sending my foot twitching.

THIS IS NOT OKAY!

A voice in the back of my mind screamed.

I DO NOT CONSENT TO THIS!

It said again.

MAKE IT STOP!

Each time getting quieter, drool pooled on my lips and dripped down on to the carpet.

"I don't give a shit, this is better than sex".

I say back to it.

I practically pass out during the orgasmic abuse I'm exposed to. Eventually the group leak away joining back with the others and I'm left cross-eyed on the floor, people stepping around me.

"erhHhh..." A dry whisper escapes my lips.

I get up feeling a little shaky now.

My shirt tied around my waist is loose, probably from that...rubbing.

I'm rock hard again, but I can hide it quite well since it doesn't stick out much.

The hair around it looks thicker somehow, was it like that earlier?

I quickly tighten my shirt up again.

I consider leaving to sort myself out, that experience has made me super horny, maybe I should make an excuse and jack off for a bit.

But maybe that would be too obvious.

I look around, I hate being so short, why did I have to be so damn small? Even the shortest girl here is still taller than me. So embarrassing.

I spot Chris through the forest of bodies, but I'm looking for Bridget.

I push my way through into the kitchen people reaching down and stroking my head several times.

"Ohhh little man's hungry" Someone say's. Ugh! What a dickhead!

He has a point though. I suppose.

I can't find her anywhere, she's normally in the kitchen but all these people are definitely not her.

I want food but the cupboard she keeps it in is out of reach for me.

I was hoping something to eat would distract me from my horniness. The two feelings are similar.

But something is keeping me up, something on the air is driving me wild but what?

It's a smell, that's it. Something smells like pure sex.

The room is a constantly shifting mass of bodies with a wide variety of smells mixing and moving. My bristles twitch as I try to focus in on it.

I close my eyes, and it opens up to me like sunshine through a gap in the clouds. There's a girl in the corner with a man leaning over her. I push my way to the back to get to her.

The conversations now have sunk back to their usual nonsense noise as the field of my attention focuses entirely on my quest.

I approach the girl but the smell isn't there, she has traces of it but I'm pulled sharply to the side of her, the source that's stronger.

Her coat?

Something on her coat holds Ten times more attraction to me than the whole room put together.

I press my nose to the fabric and breathe in.

My member pushes up against my shirt and I worry about showing it again.

The smell drives me insane with lust, I can't control myself.

I can smell her, whoever she is!

Nothing comes to my mind but someone has been on this coat and she smells incredible.

Before I can think further I have the coat in my mouth, why am I biting it?

It doesn't make sense,

I sink my teeth into the thick weave of the coat taste it.

"Oh man!" I exclaim aloud to myself.

Someone grabs me under my arms, there's a voice too. It's angry sounding but I can't understand it. I don't let go.

It's the woman she's yelling at me now loud enough to silence some of the nearest people.

I grip the coat with my hands feeling my nails grip the fabric.

"Bugger off" That made sense to me.

Someone lifts me off my feet.

"Whaa" I scream "Dude! Not cool."

I drop the coat and the man drops me.

I grab at him in reflex and hear him screech back. A red line on his cradled hand.

Did I do that?

I make moves out of that situation after that, don't want to get into a fight in my own home.

The smell lingers in my mind though and I can't think straight so I go to my room and shut the door.

I don't think I've ever been so horny.

What the hell was in that stuff?

I have to get some relief, I can't go back out there. I have to jack off, I haven't got a choice, it simply must be done.

I emerge a few hours later having cleaned myself up, I was a little raw.

My hands are too coarse for the amount I needed to settle myself down.

Everyone has left now and it's just Bridget and Chris cleaning up. I offer to help feeling guilty for myself.

Chris ignores me of course but Bridget gives me some leftovers on a plate and I'm all too happy to get rid of it for her.

I ask her gently about earlier.

"Oh, you're fine sweety." She said in her calm warming way. "We only got compliments about you. You're a popular one it seems."

She rubs my chin.

"You're a natural at this you know? admittedly I was a little apprehensive about tonight since you're not fully settled in."

"But you were great, perfect in fact."

I just nodded as she continued to rub my chin, that always made problems go away.

Bridget rustles my head. "There just like that. I can see you enjoyed it.".

I'm still not entirely sure what she meant by all that but I felt generally good about the whole thing.

I go to walk away tightening my shirt again.

As I approach my door, Bridget calls back to me.

"Oh I noticed earlier you got a bit uhh, excited?" She winked. "Actually I didn't notice but my friend Claire did."

"She has a beautiful cat, Freya, maybe we can set up a play date later on?" She grins slyly at me.

"It's only fair, I suppose."

My nose twitches, "Uhh...sure?"

"Great!" She smiles.

What the fuck? Did she just imply that I have sex with a cat? I pushed the thought away, but admittedly it did linger a little longer than I was comfortable with.

Untying my shirt for bed I remember my order.

I grab the phone and go to unlock, it's almost impossible now. The screen just does not respond to touch anymore, it's insane, I had to rummage around Bridget's desk, finding a stylus I try that and luckily It works no problems now. weird.

The pen slips out of my hand a few times though.

My hands do feel strange today, like thick and clumsy, maybe I need some hand cream.

I cramp my hand a few times just trying to grip the stylus hard.

One of my nails looks dirty,

no wait not dirt, blood? Dried blood?

my nails long and thin are just another part of the same genetic disorder that was born with of course, come to think of it that's why my hands are the way they are too. Huh weird how had I forgotten that?

Thinking back now I can remember in school being bullied for my size and how the kids would chase me with an electric razor.

And yeah I had an awful time writing. It's why I don't really do any to this day, not that I'm sure I could even form letters on a page anyway.

The memories came suddenly almost unprompted.

I laugh at myself a little, how could all that just have slipped my mind like that?

I went to bed, still troubled by the thoughts I had earlier though, this cat, this pet.

What was her name?

Freya?