At breakfast the next morning, Emma watched with growing irritation as Kate and Brad continued to enjoy their bizarre relationship. Kate had at last put down her one inch tall boyfriend, this time inside her bra, which gave Emma a chance to speak.
"Katie, would you like me to look after Brad while you're at work today?" she whispered.
"Thanks Em that would be great."
Pinned between Kate's breasts, Brad had missed this important development and could only look on in horror as Kate gently plucked him out of her bra and into Emma waiting palm. Brad tried to attract Kate's attention, but Emma's fist snapped closed around him instantly and seconds later she thrust her closed fist into the depths of her jeans pocket where he was lost from sight.
When Kate left for work, Emma locked the front door behind her and engaged the security chain to make sure she couldn't return. Emma walked to her bedroom and locked that door too. She slipped out of her jeans and stood in the middle of the room wearing only white t-shirt and white panties, gripping Brad tightly in one beautifully manicured hand.
"You can help me with my artwork little boy," Emma said as condescendingly as possible.
She picked up an old cushion and a tube of glue and sat down on her bed. With a big smile on her face, she squeezed half of the glue out on to the cushion and placed Brad, face up in the middle. "This glue sets very quickly," the blonde warned as she pinned the struggling guys down with just two fingers.
Brad struggled, but that only made Emma giggle more. Emma was now kneeling up on the bed and prowling above him like a lioness waiting to devour her prey. She continued to hold him down for another minute by which time it was too late, the chemical reaction had happened and the glue had taken hold.
"Now try and get out of that sticky situation," she growled for effect before swooping down with her red lips apart. He flinched and she laughed, "I won't eat you," she giggled, "if I did, I'd have nothing to sit on."
Emma placed the cushion on her stool and dropped down on to him so that his legs and body were pinned beneath her, with only his head showing between her open thighs. Brad could see up to her smiling face and full lips that were singing along to the radio. Her smile scared him, but it was better than looking at her white panties that towered like a cliff above him. The thought of being put back inside those terrified him even more.
Emma stood up to reach a paintbrush and when she sat back down, her butt covered him completely. Brad was crushed in an inescapable, dark, scented cell, but Emma didn't seem to notice and continued to draw, oblivious to the guy crushed beneath her.
She spent the next half an hour drawing and painting, the radio was on, the sun was shining and the wind was blowing in through the open windows. She was humming and singing along to the music and almost dancing as she moved from her desk to the sofa, to her easel and back to her desk, taking her beloved cushion with her wherever she went.
"Time for my fun," Emma finally announced as she took her cushion over to her bed and lay down in the warm sun that flooded through the windows.
She opened her flexible gymnast's legs wide and gently worked the cushion and Brad's body into crotch. Wow, he was just the right size and shape and he moved in just the right way to make her tingle. Her tanned legs snapped together for a moment to allow her to remove her underwear and then Brad was brought back into her damp, shaved pussy. He fitted perfectly between her lips and once in there, Emma could massage herself slowly and sensually from side to side.
"Fuck...fuck..." Emma's cries were getting louder as she peaked.
Brad could hear her cries and looked forward to some reprieve once the horny blonde was satisfied. But while Emma did stop grinding herself against him, her legs snapped shut and crossed tightly, holding Brad helplessly in place.
Emma wanted to go on, but her body couldn't take the stimulation that Brad's provided and so she grudgingly released her grip and slipped her underwear back on. Then, without letting go of Brad for even a second, she placed the cushion back onto her chair and sat on it.
"You know I really wanted you," Emma confided, looking down at Brad's tiny head between her towering thighs, "why did you have to choose Kate?" She sighed, "I know you're going to hate me forever because of this, but I just needed to feel you inside me, one way or the other."
Emma's honestly had surprised even her and she coyly closed her legs to stop Brad from watching her. What would he do when he returned to size? He was tall and strong and could do anything to get his revenge, but in Emma's twisted, aroused mind, with her crotch still tingling, even that thought excited her.
*
It was almost 1pm when Emma finally slid back to reveal the tiny guy beneath her. "That glue has really set hard on you," Emma observed as she held a tube of glue dissolver above him, "This is the only way out and there's not much left."
Emma squeezed the remaining contents out and started to massage it around Brad's body. The chemical reaction that had trapped him and held him rigid all day was finally reversing and releasing its grip on his body. Finally free of the cushion, Emma washed and dried him and put him down in the middle of her floor.
This was Brad's chance. He waited until Emma turned her back and then made a run for a gap that he had spotted between the skirting board and the wall. He was fast, but at his size the three meter dash was likely running a marathon. He was almost there when Emma's foot landed in front of him and he could do nothing but crash into it. Before he could get to his feet, Emma stood on him, her big blue eyes looking down at him as she shook her head.
"Oh dear," she said gravely as she dropped him helplessly into an almost empty jar of face cream and screwed the lid on tightly, "I need to 'really' lock you up."
Brad sat dejectedly in the bottom of the jar, knowing full well that the blonde bitch wouldn't give him another chance. He watched as she removed her white silk panties, folded them over on themselves and started to stitch them together around the edge. Once she had almost finished, she picked Brad up and dropped him inside the used silk material and continued to sew him in.
"Sewn up inside my panties," she breathed as she finished the last few stitches and put the underwear on the floor, "Now that might slow you down just a little," she smiled as she sat with one leg stretched out either side of his silk cell.
Brad pulled himself to his feet and stood with the partially translucent silk resting on his head. The material was light and he found that he could lift it and move along almost like a hamster in a wheel, but progress was painfully slow and hard. After only two inches, and still between her towering thighs, he collapsed on to hands and knees to catch his breath. Emma was in hysterics.
"That looks like hard work, but that's your punishment for trying to run away."
She pulled on a short blue dress and clean underwear and returned to her artwork, with Brad on his knees, looking at her through the white silk. His old self would have thought her very cute, but now he looked at her with fear.
Emma let him struggle forward in her underwear until he had almost reached the wall before picking him up and putting him back in the middle of the room, exactly where he had started. She saw how exhausted and frustrated he was after the pointless effort and giggled.
"Now I hope you'll be a good boy while I go out."
Emma pushed him to one side of his silk cell and wrapped the spare material tightly around him. She then picked up her yellow gym shorts, unzipped the small back pocket and stuffed Brad and her silk panties inside. She zipped up the pocket and pushed the zip back on itself to lock it tight.
"Getting harder to move now, isn't it!"
Emma then rolled up her yellow shorts and in turn stuffed them into the back pocket of her favourite pair of jeans. The jeans pocket also closed with a zip which she used to secure the shorts inside. She then fetched Kate's metal cash box and squeezed her rolled up jeans inside, having to kneel on the lid to get it to close. She locked the cash box and then placed it inside her safe.
Brad was now inside Emma's panties, inside her shorts, inside her jeans, locked inside Kate's cash box and locked inside Emma's safe. His silk prison was crushing him from all directions and he spent the first few minutes just trying to lift his hand from his side up to his face. He then fought to bend his legs. It was pitch dark and silent and Emma's scent pervaded everything. Escape was obviously impossible.
What made it even worse was that it would be so easy for Emma to just leave him there forever. The magic woman had said that he didn't need to eat or drink while shrunk down. Emma could leave the safe locked for a week, for a year, for ten years and there was nothing he could do about it. She was almost thirty now and could easily leave him locked up inside the safe until she was 35 or 40 and he wouldn't die.
What would that be like? She'd be a beautiful, worldly thirty something. She'd have travelled, played, explored and lived life. He would have spent most of his adult life held prisoner in some woman's safe.
Outside, Emma sat on top of the safe and looked down at the steel beneath her. She had been getting increasingly aroused as she'd increased his confinement and now with no-one to watch, she finished the job.
*
By the time Emma returned to the flat, Kate was already home from work and desperate to see her boyfriend.
