My cell phone, which seemingly fell from the heavens appears to still work as it lights up for a moment to show me the time. I let out a small laugh at this, thinking that finally The Trickster messed up. He probably thought this would be a good torture. You know, put the one thing that could save me so close yet so far because I can’t reach it. Only he must not know about hands free calling or voice activated assistants.
“Oh hey!” I yelp in a very high pitch tone as my cell begins to ring. Something touched me. Something touched me in a place that isn’t supposed to me touched. Touched me right in my private place. And it still is. Something is touching my clit.
I attempt to step back to get away, but I’m stuck. Next I look down, finding a new issue I’ve never had before, which is that I can’t look over my new huge tits. This makes me have to tilt my head to one side to try and see. When this doesn’t work, I tilt my head the other way. I repeat this, embarrassed to not even being able to do the simple act of looking down my own body.
This goes on for longer than I like to admit as I’m not able to position myself well enough to see. In the end I have to look between my boobs in that small sliver of space there. My gosh, how do busty girls handle this?
When I see what is touching me, I let out a groan that is filled with not just embarrassment but a great deal of unique humiliation. When my cell landed on that thin branch, it pushed it downward. Now the end of that branch, which has a leaf, is pressed right where it matters…right on my clit. It’s pressed firmly too, making sure all of the leaf is pressing against me.
Now that the cell is ringing and vibrating, it’s making the fucking thin branch move, thus making the leaf pressing against me move up and down just a bit. In short, my cell is making the leaf rub against me rather forcefully.
“You got to be fucking kidding!” I exclaim in annoyance and anger. My head whips about trying to see if the bastard Loki is actually here, watching this prank get worse and worse. But like before, I’m alone. There’s not even the sound of animals mucking about or the sound of a bird chirping.
Despite it not being a person doing it, my body still reacts. I have a feeling this is due to the magic of the pool and the crude sense of humor it possesses. Otherwise I don’t think I would ever react, at least not to this. But then again, I’ve never been helpless like this before. Nor have I been naked in such a public setting.
For a brief moment I consider this. Could being helpless or naked in public be some sort of kink for me? A secret kink that I never knew I had? My first thought is NO. Of course not. After all, this is so embarrassing. Sure, there’s a weird sort of freeing feeling from this, but over all it’s so overwhelming. It can’t be making me aroused. Right?
Yet my cell keeps ringing, making my clit get rubbed more and more. It doesn’t take long to feel my body start to fully get into the feeling of what is happening either. I mentally tell myself to toughen up and not to focus on anything, but I can’t. Could anyone when they are having something so personal done to them?
Finally, the cell stops ringing, which makes the branch stop moving. I take this moment to breath several fast and deep breathes, thankful for the break. Then I wiggle and try to move the damn branch from where it is.
Only no matter how I move or where I wiggle, it stays between my legs. It’s almost like it is glued to me somehow. I even sort of rock my hips in hopes of maybe making it move up or down on me so it isn’t touching at such a precious place.
“Damn it!” I grunt as my cell starts to ring again. In the brief moment before it starts to vibrate, the screen lights up. When it does, I see it is a going to be a call from a classmate. A classmate that I really dislike. A classmate that I was forced into working with for a project. You know the type, they think their way is the right way, won’t listen to others, thinks they are the smartest.
“Nope. Not….not going to feel it,” I say out loud as if talking to the classmate or maybe even Loki himself. The rubbing of my clit seems to get more intense, causing my body to start to squirm out of reaction. The familiar tingling I get during foreplay has started, making me moan softly.
I tell myself that I can fight this. That this prank won’t get to me, and I’ll figure a way to stop it. That I won’t let this prank succeed. I’m stronger than that.
I close my eyes and try to fight the pleasant feeling that is moving over me. It started as a violating or invading feeling but it’s now changed. It’s now lighter and more arousing, making it seem not so horribly humiliating. In a way, it’s sort of freeing, like being one with nature due to being naked. Feels warm and close, like getting into a hot tub.
“E-Emily?” A familiar voice asks, very puzzled. My eyes open at once, to which I let out a strange noise. I was attempting to say the name of the person I see, as well as apologize, but also yell for him to not look. All this sort of came out at once, making it sound like a noise Chewbacca would make. This noises makes him take a step back.
“P-P-P-Professor Gent,” I finally spit out as I see my Celtic Studies professor standing in front of me, along with one of my classmates. Both look at me with wide eyes and confusion, much like they can’t understand what they are seeing.
In another twist to this horrid prank, I see that I’m no longer where I was. Sure, I’m still trapped as I was, but instead of being deep inside the forest I’m off the trail. I spot the winding dirt path not too far away, in which anyone walking on it would be able to spot me here. I’ve been moved.
“J-J-Jenny. Nice to see you, again,” I tell my classmate who stands next to my professor, trying to seem casual and calm, like nothing is wrong. As soon as I say this, I know how stupid it is. The first thing I should have done is yelled and screamed for them to free me. That Loki is out to get me. To at least cover me and my big honking boobs before a freaking news team comes to broadcast this to the world.
Only I know the moment has past for me to say any of this. If I said it now, it would come out as a bad actor trying to pass on a lie. It’s not a lie in any way, but I know they wouldn’t believe me. Hell, I wouldn’t believe me.
“Emily…what are you doing?” My professor acts, still extremely confused. When he asks me this, he is looking right in my eyes. In a weird way, it makes me want to laugh. The entire situation is just so extremely unbelievable. Now he asks me as if this is some sort of social experiment.
I open my mouth to explain everything. To tell him how I found The Pond, but fell into it on accident. That the magic has been pranking nonstop until it got me like this and that’s how I got stuck like this. That it’s all Loki’s fault. That I need help and have never been so embarrassed in my life.
My mouth closes before I say a single word because I can see how utterly insane I would seem if I say that. Professor Gent is a rational, no-nonsense type of person. He doesn’t believe any of the gods or stories that he teaches are real. He views everything he teaches as historical standpoints of a past culture. If I tell him the truth, he’ll no doubt turn me in to be mentally evaluated. It’ll tank my grades in his class for sure and he’ll never take me seriously. What if I need to work with him in the future or something?