This choice: Piper, she sounds down in the kitchen he might be able to make it there. • Go Back...Chapter #8Piper, she sounds down in the kitchen he might ... by: Unknown "Well I might as well go for mom, knowing I can't be crushed this sort of helps the predicament." He then starts on his trek to the kitchen, he makes it to the bottom step when suddenly something comes over him and he falls to the floor in pain. He passes out only to wake up a minute later to find out that he grew, just a little but he grew none the less. He was now 2 inches tall, which is still bug size and extremely hard to spot unless you're looking for something or for him. He then said screw it and continued on his quest for his mother Piper. "Well I made it to the dining room and Aunt Phoebe still hasn't come back." Right as he said that Piper came in to the Dining room to finish making the table and dinner. He has to find a way to contact her and he has to do it now. She was moving way to quickly for him to grab on to anything. Seeing how Piper was wearing black leather high heel boots, some gray dress pants, and a black long sleeve shirt. He could have tried to jump for the pants but they were way to high for him. So he decided to climb the side of a chair being able to see the cracks in it, he started to climb it at incredible speed, probably because of his size. In two whole minutes he makes it to the top of the chair and sees Piper and starts to wave his arms at her yelling. He was too small for his voice to even register in her ear, and she reached to put something on the table and her front crotch area bumped into the chair sending Chris plummeting toward the cushion below. All he saw was Piper's front crotch area slowly disappear as she didn't even notice the young white-lighter fall to the cushion, so she continued to set the table putting the food in the center as Chris continued his fall, his size making the fall a lot slower. He then hit the cushion, but the force from the fall knocked him unconscious. He awoke to many different loud voices coming from above, laughing, chatting, and welcoming. Chris then looked toward the cushion and saw that his foot was stuck in it. He tried to pull it out, but nothing would work. Then a shadow appeared above him, and he looked up to see his Aunt Phoebe smiling as she pulled the chair he was on back. "Aunt Phoebe, don't sit on me! I'm down here!" His voice couldn't be heard by his huge Aunt. Phoebe started to sit down slowly as Chris watched to see his Aunt's butt slowly head towards him, blotting out more and more of the light from above. Chris then started to pull harder on his foot trying as hard as he could to get out of the way, but it now seemed inevitable.
Phoebe then lowers herself into seat not realizing the the young white-lighter was under her. She then adjusts herself in her seat to get more comfortable, scooting her ass from side to side, pushing down into the cushion. Chris sees his Aunts black dress pants slowly lower on top of him, pushing him into the cushion. He feels pressure on himself and again starts to deflate. "Well how could this get any worse." he spoke in a mumble as his face was shoved into the soft butt cheek of his Aunt. Chris then feels the cushion start to shake, just then his aunt started to adjust herself into the chair freeing him from his cushion prison, but moving him closer to her crack. She finally stops adjusting in the chair and Chris is stuck in between her butt cheeks. He knew he could do something now, he could try and wiggle his way out of the predicament, and find another way to contact them. Or he could stay where he is and maybe he will be safer that way. Not knowing if he could still die in other ways...   indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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