I was on mission, infiltrating the enemy stronghold. I'd done my best to keep out of sight, and had for the most part been successful, but that was about to change. just as i was about to enter the main lab where the chemical 'x2976' was kept, i let my guard down and was spotted. I looked at the guard and he looked back at me with equal surprise, then he brought his gun to bear and we began trading shots. I took cover and the alarms began blaring out. all that noise accompanied by the sound of ricocheting lead was enough to spike my adrenaline. I returned fire a few times, and then dove into the lab. As i ran i continued firing at my pursuers behind me and scooped up a canister of the chemical, but what happened next seemed to go in slow motion. A stray shot from the guards hit a tank of gas built into the wall, and it exploded with fiery rage. Shrapnel scratched my face and, more importantly, pierced the canister i was holding. Its explosion set off a chain reaction that torched the building and ripped me apart, causing me enough pain that when darkness came, it was a welcome comfort.
The strange part is...
I woke up six months later in a hospital bed, without even a scratch. Not even a scar. I lay there for a moment thinking it must have all been a bad dream, until i took in my surroundings... everything was massive, and i couldn't have been any more than 2 inches tall. everything in my immediate vicinity was tailored to my size, but beyond that, the walls, the lamp, the draws... it was all huge. i started to panic, until i spotted the doctor coming over, and the n questions just started pouring out of my mouth. She was cute, black hair with green eyes, and a decent sized ass.
‘’what happened, where am I, why am I so small, who are you’’ I said. She stifled a little smile and said ‘’I’m Dr Thurlestone, but you can call me julie. You’re at Moorhaven medical centre London, because you were in a severe accident whilst on mission, which left you the size you are’’. It all came flooding back to you and you had one more question. ‘’ how long have I been out ?’’. She shifted a little, looking almost nervous, and came I so close I could feel her warm peppermint breath. ‘’Six months’’.
In the weeks that followed, I spent most of my time finding my feet again, with the help of Julie. Having to hold onto her finger whilst my legs got used to walking again.
Eventually (once I was fully mobile again) she got permission to take me home with her, and set me up a little bedroom on her bedside table. The rules were: No peaking, Don’t do anything dangerous, and not to go in the bathroom without her, as she was worried that I might fall in the toilet, or get washed down the drain. Whilst living with her for a few months, we grew close, and we found out more about each other. I found out she was 34, had a daughter of 19 at college studying music and dance and her fella buggered off after birth, she loves peanut butter, and having her feet rubbed. She found out I was 26, am fascinated by technology, love extreme sports, and hate being tickled.
As mornings usually go, we’d get up and take a shower. I’d stand In the soap dish and face away, out of respect for her privacy, and we’d take our shower.
I later came to the realization that I must be showering in the water that falls off her, which from then on made me blush every time we had one.
After we’d dried and got dressed, we’d get breakfast, and I would have a little off of whatever she made, and she is a damn good cook.
When it was time for her to go to work, she’d slip me in her top pocket, next to her left breast, to give me a comfortable stowage. She didn’t mind this as both of us knew it wasn’t meant in a sexual manner, but it did prove interesting if she had to run somewhere, carry something, or squeeze up against something.
When we got home in the evening, it’d usually be a mix of housework, movies and TV. Lunch and dinner were much the same as breakfast.
On Saturdays we’d just chill and have fun. One Saturday evening we were giggling away, whilst watching something funny on TV, when she looked down at me in her lap. ‘’um...
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