This choice: 'CLAIRE CAN HELP.' (Claire is shrunken) • Go Back... "HMM," Cathy mused, casually gazing down at your tiny efforts to dislodge the miniscule pebble from her sister's shoe. Claire, who was already leaning forward, hands on her knees to watch the action, caught your step-mom's attention. "CLAIRE," Cathy boomed, "MAYBE YOU COULD HELP HIM."
You looked up to see Claire's grin widen as she reached down toward you, intent on dislodging the pebble with her nail. "I'LL SHOW THE TWERP HOW IT'S DONE!"
"ACTUALLY... THAT'S NOT EXACTLY HOW I MEANT IT" Cathy said, and Ann looked over at her with a grin as if she already knew what was coming. Claire looked up in surprise and then gasped as she realized it all too late.
And it was too late. In the next second, Claire disappeared. You looked around, and then down, and saw a Claire your size, still in her tiny bathrobe and slippers. She stood before her now massive mother, whose white slippers where on either side of the girl, and below the hovering bare feet of her aunt, as Ann had her legs crossed. Ann flexed her toes, cracking her knuckles, and Claire hopped back a few steps. Any one of those toes could swallow her up between or under them and crush her like a grape.
"Mom!" You heard Claire call. "This isn't fair!"
Your goddess like step-mother leaned forward and frowned down at her tiny daughter. "WHAT ISN'T FAIR IS THAT YOUR AUNT ANN HAS HAD TO WALK AROUND ALL DAY WITH A PEBBLE IN HER SHOE. NOW GET TO WORK OR ELSE YOU'LL SPEND THE REST OF THE DAY AT YOUR SIZE NOW, MAKING SURE YOUR AUNT'S FEET FEEL GOOD."
Ann had leaned in, too, and she was grinning ear-to-ear. "OOOH... I KNOW FROM EXPERIENCE THAT YOU'RE GOOD AT THAT, LITTLE CLAIRE," Aunt Ann teased, wiggling her toes just about the tiny girl as if she'd snatch her up at any moment.
Claire reeled from the two giantesses and ran toward the shoe you were on. You simply watched, and she climbed up and crossly stomped over to you. "Why aren't you trying to get the pebble out?" She screamed, her face bright red. "Stop gawking and keep pulling!"
It took you both a while but, under constant harrassment from the two giant ladies - from teasing remarks to your Aunt's massive, bare foot threatening to slide back in and bury you both under tons of smelly foot flesh - you finally manage to pull the pebble free.
Cathy and Ann hardly noticed as they started chatting amongst themselves, but you finally heard an quip "OH, LOOKS LIKE OUR LITTLE HELPERS ARE ALL DONE!"
Cathy leaned in and squinted. She was still frowning. "IS THAT TRUE?"
Claire was leaping up and down. You were too exhausted to really do anything as your step-sister shouted: "Yes! Mom! We're done! Change us back!"
Cathy shook her head and sat up. "I CAN SEE CLAIRE CAUSING A RUCKUS BUT I CAN'T HEAR HER."
Ann tried to look innocent. "SHE'S PROBABLY TELL ME TO SLIDE MY SHOE BACK ON AND SEE HOW COMFORTABLE IT IS..."
Cathy giggled. "OH ANN, BEHAVE! THEY DID HELP YOU OUT AFTER ALL. STILL, THEY COULDN'T DO IT ON THEIR OWN. IT'S A PITY. MAYBE THEY COULD MAKE IT UP TO US IF WE..." | Members who added to this interactive story also contributed to these: |
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