This choice: Linda, your Mom walks in on you both... • Go Back...Chapter #6Linda, your Mom walks in on you both... by: carnaj   You get a sudden breath of air as your sister's oversized hand leaves your face. You feel the bed shift and shake as you gasp for air trying to roll away but still feeling your legs pinned. You look up to see Isabel still kneeling over you and holding you down with her legs but she is now looking back over her shoulder. Wearily you turn your head to follow her gaze.
You see your mother, Linda standing in the doorway dressed in blue jeans and a tee shirt with her brown hair pulled back into a short tail from a day of house cleaning.Her mouth is a wide 'O' of shock as she stares at the strange scene on the bed, her dark eyes huge in disbelief as she focuses on you.
"Mom!" Isabel gasps out to see your mother suddenly standing there. You feel her great weight ease off of you a bit as she straightens up, not quite sure if she is about to get into trouble or not. You take the opportunity to kick at the bed and scramble backwards until you push up against the pillows at the headboard, sighing in relief to finally be free.
"What the hell is going on?" your mother almost shouts. Her voice is shrill and excited as the words come tumbling out in a quick panic: "What are you doing? What's happened to David? How did he get so small?" Her sentences and questions string together as she finally starts moving forward towards the bed. In two quick strides she is suddenly at your side and towering over you, taking in your tiny naked body. You feel your skin burn in embarrassment and start to shade a deep red as you move your hands to cover your crotch.
"What is all this?" she asks turning her attention to Isabel who was clearly in charge of the situation. She's breathing hard you can see; her breasts heaving and her blood pressure no doubt rocketing with the stress. Isabel looks speechless as she scoots back a bit more, a deer caught in a semi's headlamps for a moment; at least until she turns back to you. Her smile quickly broadens as she sees you almost cowering before them both, the two Giantesses.
"Isn't it cool?" Isabel almost squeals with delight. She reaches out and grabs your ankle between her thumb and forefinger and quickly tugs you closer. You shriek at the pain and the sudden movement. She moved so fast for someone so big that you did not even have a chance to react.
"Isabel!" your mother snaps. "Stop it! You're hurting him."
"Sorry." Isabel pokes out her lower lip giving her best phony pout. You can see though by the twinkle in her eyes that she's not the least bit sorry.
"But how did this happen?" your mother says trying to focus. "People don't just shrink." Then back to Isabel: "What did you do?"
"I didn't do nothin'," your sister whines. "David was tickling my feet and I shoved him an' he just shrunk!"
"That's crazy," your mother says in disbelief. She turns her gaze to you again but even as you try to explain Isabel's louder voice cuts you off.
"It's true! He was like half my size and his clothes got all baggy. I thought maybe it was my feet shrunk him so I grabbed my sneaker an' made him smell it an' he shrank again!" Isabel giggled and started looking around obviously for her discarded sneaker so that she could prove her story to your mother. Your mother however still looked confused but unconvinced.
"That's ridiculous," your mother says then looks at you again. She folds her arms under her breasts and seemingly gives your body a thorough going over as though trying to come to terms with the whole bizarre situation. "Is that true, David?" she finally asks and places her hands on her hips. Her expression suddenly shifts from confused to irritated as you try to cover up against her scrutiny. You don't know why she should be irritated but you nod your head in agreement and quickly start to retell your sister's tale.
"I can't hear you," your mother says and she bends at the waist placing her hands on her knees. Her pretty face is huge as it hovers over you.like some movie screen visage; her lips frosty pink in a determined line as her dark eyes bore into you looking for lies.
You quickly rattle off the story again matching Isabel almost word for word in a louder voice. There's not much to tell and no reason to lie. And you definitely need Isabel to somehow change you back to normal. When you finish your mother shakes her head and stands up straight again, crossing her arms once more.
"It's just so crazy," she mutters almost to herself before turning back to your sister again. "Show me."
"Mom! No!" you shout in horror but your pleas fall on deaf ears drowned out by your sister's delighted laughter. She's obviously enjoying your situation way too much. "She'll shrink me away to nothing!" You scramble back pushing even deeper into the pillows as you look around horrified. You see the edge of the bed and your mother's huge, denim clad legs beyond and think about making a run for it.
Isabel meanwhile is looking around for her sneaker again. She remembers then that she tossed it over the side of the bed but spies the toe of one of her socks poking out from beneath the sheets. She had taken them off at some point over night when she had gotten too warm but she was certain they'd work as they hadn't been washed for a few days and had been worn to soccer practice at least twice. She yelped with glee and quickly snatched it up, balling the sock as she lunges at you.
"Nnnmmmph!" you scream as your sister's left hand slams against your chest forcing you even deeper into the pillows while the sock in her right engulfs your face. You immediately smell the foul stench of her unwashed sock as she scoots closer holding you trapped. You try to struggle but again can barely breathe from the pressure of her enormous hands and the only air you get is being filtered through the horrid foot odor in her stocking. You hear her giggling as your tiny fists beat futilely on her arms and you start to sweat and feel that strange sensation again.
Your mind swims and spins as you feel the weight of your sister increasing. You try to kick but your legs are so heavy. You hear your mother's voice muffled and far away whispering to God and Jesus and your sister just keeps laughing.
"That's enough!"
Your eyelids are heavy as the sock is pulled away and you gasp once more for fresh air. You squint and blink as your sight comes back into focus, the mammoth shadow looming over you slowly morphing back into the form of your huge grinning sister. You whimper too see that she is even larger than before. You turn away in a panic and see that your mother too looks taller as she stares down at you in astonishment. You try to move but your sister's left hand is still planted in your chest holding you in place and this time your mother does nothing to stop her torment.
"I never would have believed it," your mother says as she leans closer again this time resting her hand on the headboard of the bed above you. "David... You must be six-inches tall now." You have no idea but figure she must be right as the whole world seems bigger than it was before. You really don't care however. You just want your sister to change you back and let this nightmare be over with.
You can see by the curious expression on your mother's face however, that she has something else in mind.
"Mom..." Your eyes grow wide as you see your mother lift her leg and reach behind her with her right hand.
"I wonder if it works with my feet," she says more to herself than you or Isabel and you watch in horror as she slips her old, leather black flat off of her foot. You start to struggle again as best as you can, seeing what's coming.
"Mom! No!" you scream thrashing about.
"Hold him down, Isabel," she says as your mother lowers the raggedy rank insole of her old shoe over your already tiny body...   indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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