Big Bug - 14

My saturday morning grew into a much more extended shopping spree than I had planned. Well, it didn't actually matter, I knew my pet securely detained in my car: preventively, and regardless of his new size and his anyway inconscious state, I had not only tied his limbs together, but also slipped his much more handy corpus into one of my socks which easily swallowed him as a whole, knotted the sock and coffered it in the lockable glovebox of my car while I was out to stop by the mall - he needed to turn out as a little Houdini to get even close to leave the car. I had considered simply carrying him in the inside pocket of my jacket, but at 8 inches he appeared still quite huge-grown for that purpose.

Yet it had been so deeply satisfying to subject him to the next round of downsizing, and so was the result. Actually I had enjoyed the preparation almost more than the process, subduing his tiny bod and perceiving his intimidation. He had been dearly pleading this time instead of cursing, and he hadn't put on much of an anway futile fight. Even for his boneheaded character, the difference between us was just too overwhelming not to bow to the obviousness of my upper hand, and while I bound him to keep him calmly in place, he uttered the cutest little submissive pleas, appealing to my big heart and pity and magnanimity and all, it really made me smile. If he plugged along this line, maybe the little fucker and me could still become sort of friends.