This choice: Isabel gives Linda her sock and your mother brings it down... • Go Back...Chapter #8Isabel gives Linda her sock and your mother bri... by: carnaj   "I'm sorry, David, but I have to do this," your mother says all business-like as she takes the proffered sock from your excited sister's giant hand. "We have to do this," she corrects herself as her hand swiftly drops over you pressing the rancid, unwashed soccer sock over your helpless body; her huge fingers shifting to make certain that all you can inhale and smell is the foul odor of your sister Isabel's feet.
You try to scream as the sock descends again but you have no breath. The impact of your mother's huge finger that sent you sprawling just seconds before has left you gasping and weak; totally helpless for her latest experiment. Somehow you manage yo raise your hands but Linda easily flicks them aside and the sock quickly engulfs your six-inch frame. The weight of her hand is not as great as your sister's has been but she still easily holds you in place as she adjusts the grip and pressure to make sure you get no oxygen not filtered through the rank material of your sister's sock.
"We have to see if you can still shrink... If it's your sister's feet that sets you off or if you are done. Don't worry..." your mother says, her voice God-like and high, far away.
You start to cry at your mother's clinical indifference to your condition and plight. Your feeble struggles slow and finally stop altogether as she casually holds you in place on the mattress of your sister's bed. You feel the heat as your body starts to sweat again, your head swimming and spinning as the dizziness returns making it impossible to think beyond the simplest functions like breathing. And every breath is saturated with the foul scent; the taste of your sister's nasty feet. You feel your body start to tingle and convulse like it has before and you know that you are starting to shrink again.
"OOooooo..." You hear Isabel's voice muffled and far away, but you can also hear the excitement as she watches your helpless body dwindle away. "He's shrinking again!" she shouts with glee and you vaguely realize somewhere in your soul - just as she does - that it's totally her that has this power over you. Her feet, her scent, her whim that can shrink you to the size of a helpless mouse; the fate of your life now in the hands of an eight-year-old girl. You're at her mercy and you realize slowly as your body continues to shrink that she probably has none, at least where you're concerned.
And as quickly as it began the pressure on you vanishes and you see the shadowy tube of the sock fluttering up and away into the sky. Precious fresh air washes over you once more as you gasp, gag and cough. Your stomach finally rebels after all the torment and you roll onto your side retching. You hear Isabel's disgust though the puddle you make is probably barely visible to her; a tiny spot easily wiped away with a tissue. You heave and moan as you clutch at the sheet beneath you, finally collapsing in the dampness you've created; perspiration, vomit and by the smell even a bit of urine. It seems when you shrink your body likes to expel your excess liquid waste. Something in your memory nags at that but Isabel's laughter pushes those thoughts aside.
"It's me!" she shouts gleefully. "I can make David tiny! Just me!". You can barely focus but you realize that your sister sounds way too happy about that.
"It seems that way, Sweetie," Linda agrees but you hear hesitation in her voice again. You struggle to stay awake and listen, but the past... What? The past hour has been so intense and exhausting, it's hard to concentrate or even keep your eyes open. You try to talk and start hacking again, spitting up more phlegm, wondering where it's all coming from. you're weak and helpless before your family...
"But we have to be careful. We don't know just how small he can get." You feel your mother's huge finger nudging you, rolling you out of the damp spot. You tumble easily under her direction, finally rolling onto your back again and looking up at her. "He's about three inches now. Any smaller and he will disappear."
"I'll be careful," Isabel says.
"I know you will, Sweetie," Your mother agrees and you feel her fingers closing about you. her thumb and index finger press into your sides and you are swiftly lifted off of the bed to dangle helplessly between the huge faces of your female relatives. "But can you change him back?" your mother asks as you squirm in her fingers; trapped.
"I dunno," Isabel says somewhat deflated. "I didn't know I could even shrink him till a little while ago."
"Better I keep him with me then, Dear," your mother says, nodding. You feel her grip shift as you roll uselessly into the palm of her hand. You try to gather your wits but you are still weak and breathless. You feel your mother's fingers rise up in a cupping motion; trapping you in a loose grip. "I don't think you can resist playing with him."
"I can!" your sister protests but you all three know that's a lie. Another minute with Isabel and you would be a speck of dirt under her toenail. Despite your mother's indifference, you feel just a little safer with her.
"No, I'll keep your brother with me for now," she says holding her hand flat before her. You can barely make out her huge face as you look up from the palm of her hand. You wonder why she seems to be smiling... "I think that's best..."
There's a sudden fast movement and the motion and pressure become too much in your abused and weakened state. The world swims by in rapid swirling colors as the heat of your mother's body overwhelms you.
Blessed darkness rolls over you and the world fades away...   indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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