Night Skies Hotel IV The Lost Worlds
- 3 years ago
- 32
- 0
Melissa's World free porn video
Based on the 1959 short story "The Malted Milk Monster" by Philip Klass
* * * * *
Melissa's World
by Pretzelgirl
The instant I opened my eyes, I knew where I was. The unnatural blue of the
sky, the perfect shape of the puffy white clouds, the exaggerated slope of the
cartoon hills in the distance. And the suffacatingly overpowering smell of
chocolate in the area. No doubt about it. I could stand here staring at the
perfect white ovals that passed for clouds in this solid crayon-blue sky for
hours breathing in the nauseatingly heady aroma of sweets all day long. But it
couldn't change the fact that somehow I was in Melissa's World.
"And damn it all to hell, now it's MY world, too!" I thought aloud.
It was that puff of multicolored smoke and the flash of strobe lights and the
gutwrenching pull, like my very soul had been on fire! I had said goodnight
to Kate and started towards my car. I was already plotting out the schedule of
our second date and what I'd hoped would happen ... when I'd seen Melissa
spying on me from behind a shrub. The little witch had followed me!
Then of course the flash and the ripping sensation ... a momentary spell of
dizziness, and here I was. This all came about from taking Kate to an ice
cream parlor instead of an honest bar. But I had my reasons. Kate was a
sweet girl and a young schoolteacher in the area. A guy's got to start out nice
with a special lady like that. A nice, non-threatening movie followed by a
leisurely chat in someplace like the Dairy Freeze. Besides, it's just not kosher
to take a schoolteacher into a bar in her home neighborhood. You walk her
home, thank her for the pleasure of her company, kiss her innocently, say
goodnight ... and plan for date #2.
But you don't ... you CAN'T plan for the unseen mental powers of an 8-year
old freak.
There wasn't much point in exploring my new environment. From what Kate
had told me, I pretty well had the layout understood. I wandered towards the
perfectly straight river bubbling through the surreal landscape. It looked and
smelled just like chocolate syrup. Wonderful! I speculated on where the
river's never-ending supply of chocolate came from ... and shuddered with
the thought of it raining liquid chocolate here. That damned little fat girl!
Kate had sympathized with her.
"She's just a bit overweight. Very intelligent, but withdrawn ... and likely
curious about the dashing young man treating her teacher to an ice cream
sundae."
"It's weird and unnatural," I had told Kate. "I've counted her going through
five chocolate shakes since we've been here. She just sits there at that booth,
eating and staring at us."
"Bob, it's not weird," Kate said. "She's a lonely outsider craving love and
attention. In her world, chocolate equals love."
I nodded. Kate was right. I had just finished my MBA and as a consequence
had taken a few applied psych courses. Mainly PR and advertising related,
but I was familiar with the Freudian theories of substitution.
"You're a sweet woman," I smiled warmly. "Only someone so very kind and
caring could see past that little ball of lard--"
"She is no such thing, Bob!" Kate exclaimed. "It's bad enough all the other
kids tease her and constantly torment her. She could do with some
understanding from adults. All the other children have made a sort of witch
out of her. They tell stories about how she can absorb things straight into her
body, which is why they say she's so fat. It's sad really, Bob. And you
know what really gets me? I asked all the kids to write about the happiest day
of their lives. Melissa wrote a stunning paper on a day in her fictional dream
world. I've gotten to know her dream world quite well over the semester. It's
the only thing she ever does for her art projects. Pictures of these rolling hills
coated with lollipop trees, and a chocolate river always running straight
through the middle of the landscape. It's so sad ... she writes at the level of a
child two or three years older, but she draws like a first grader."
I nodded. "She sounds like a maladjusted little kid. I'd love to watch her do a
Rorschach Ink Blot test!"
We chatted a bit longer, and I gently tried to pull the topic of conversation
away from Melissa. Kate seemed to be pretty interested in me, despite my
earlier faux pas mentioning Melissa. I noted for future reference not to bring
up the topic of kids from her classroom.
After we had left, Melissa had obviously followed us back to Kate's place.
And as soon as Kate had gone inside, she had ... well "absorbed" me
somehow into her dream world. But how could I escape from here? In this
dream world the every whim and fancy of that little fat witch became a Law
of Nature.
I looked up just then and discovered I was no longer alone. A half-dozen
rosy-face blonde girls all dressed in matching pink dresses, white ankle
socks, and black maryjanes surrounded me. They had materialized out of thin
air and were now jumping, running, laughing, playing all around me. And
standing just in front of me was Melissa.
Only she wasn't the fat little girl from the Dairy Freeze. She was taller and
much thinner. She looked more like a teenager now. But her face and hair
were the same. And she wore the same chocolate-stained sweatshirt and
bluejeans she had been wearing earlier ... only adjusted to fit her new, trim
body.
Melissa surveyed the area and finally spoke. As she did, all the identical little
children grew suddenly silent.
"This nice man is going to play with us, aren't you?" she said to me. "We're
going to play 'House' and this nice man is going to be the Daddy. I'll be the
Mommy and you are all our many, many children."
"No," I started. "Melissa, I'd love to stop and play with you but I --"
My body was no longer moving under my control. I found myself suddenly
walking towards Melissa with outstretched arms.
"Hello, honey!" I heard myself say in a forced voice. "I had a long day at the
office. How was your day?"
"Oh, I just can't get my dishes spotless!" Melissa replied. "I've tried
everything!"
"It's okay," I answered. "We'll go out to dinner! Come on children. Who
wants to eat Ice Cream for supper?"
All the little girls clustered around my legs screaming and cheering. I couldn't
believe this hackneyed scene Melissa had created. And somehow I was just a
marionette in all this, with no control over my voice or my actions. I couldn't
help but play along and read this insipidly puerile dialogue.
We played along with this silly game for lord knows how long. Finally it
seemed to end. The sky grew abruptly dark and the little girls disappeared.
Melissa's clothes suddenly altered and she was wearing a slinky, sequined
dress. I noticed her face was coated heavily with poorly applied makeup and
her fingernails were unnaturally long and bright red.
I noticed I was now dressed in an equally absurd looking tuxedo.
"So at last we are alone," she breathed.
"We were meant to be," I found myself answering. "Living beneath the same
stars, we share a destiny together that can never be shaken."
God, this was awful. Her game of 'House' had become some frightening
scene from a bad romance movie. But now things had started to make sense:
she was competing with Kate for my attention. This was awful. I had to
break out of this string of clich?s before it went too far and I wound up
losing my personality in this mire.
"Do you love me so strong, so truly deeply?" she asked. "Look into my eyes
and tell me you cannot forget me after so long and that your heart might still
belong alone to me!"
"Don't ever doubt my word, darling!" I replied. "You are the only one for
me, forever and always. As long as there is sky above and earth below, my
heart shall beat alone for you."
I had to seize the opportunity and do something. I had to snap her out of this.
I stared away from her off into the distance as she began to speak. So long as
she concentrated on her own poetic ramblings, maybe I could exert control
over myself.
"I had grown lonely and feared you had found another," she continued.
While she spoke, I gathered up all the strength of my mind ... my identity,
my own personality. I built up all the internal energy I could.
And suddenly, abruptly, I slapped her.
I didn't hit her hard ... but I have to confess, I tried. It was a gentle slap at
best, but it was the most I could do, and it shocked her speechless. She stood
agape at me ... her eyes wide with terror. This was HER world, yet I had
seized a small piece of control. And she couldn't have that.
The world blinked out of existence and I found myself in a grey, bodiless
limbo. I had no idea how long time passed that way, but the next thing I
knew I was out in her world again. The same clouds overhead, the same
heady smell of chocolate in the air ... and the same blonde-haired pink-dress
little girls running about everywhere.
Except now I was one of them. I looked down at realized I was no more than
three and a half feet tall at best. My tiny feet were encased in the same white
ankle socks and black maryjane shoes the other little girls wore, and I found I
was wearing the short, ruffled pink dress to match as well. I felt a pair of
pigtails weighing on the sides of my small head.
"Whee!" I found myself yelling. "Let's play house, Melissa! You be the
mommy, 'cuz you're so good at it!"
She had changed me into a terrible caricature of a little girl. I suppose all the
little girls are other innocent people sucked into her world. This is where she
puts us when she's done. We wear our hair in little pigtails. We dance and
prance about the meadows and hills in our cute pink dresses, playing house.
Melissa is always the Mommy. Sometimes she'll change one of the other
girls into the Daddy. Thankfully she hasn't sucked anyone else in here for
that role ... yet!
But she seems to remember which one I am ... and metes out a special
punishment for me. Maybe I was the only guy who ever challenged her.
Maybe she just got bored with the others, but only I had exerted power over
her in this bizarre world. But when we play house, I almost always become
the baby.
She puts me in diapers and strips me of the ability to do any more than crawl
on my hands and knees. I cry ... I say 'goo and gahh' ... I get put down for
naps and taken on walks ... and sometimes she makes me soil myself, just so
she can scold me for being a bad little girl, and change my diapers.
The bad part is that I start losing my mind when she infantizes me. It happens
so quickly, I hardly realize that I'm not really a baby girl until it's over ... and
I'm back in my pink dress and blonde pigtails. I wonder if my mind is
starting to slowly suffer in this state too. Somehow, I've got to escape this
place ... before Melissa's World really becomes my Real World as well.
(the end)
Sherry
- 12.03.2020
- 28
- 0
Queen of the Underworld
- 1 year ago
- 25
- 0
Night Skies Hotel VI Destroyers of Worlds
- 3 years ago
- 27
- 0
