You close your eyes and push the shrink button. ZAP! In a blinding flash of bright blue light Brian is reduced to a world of dirty laundry.
When you open your eyes you see his clothing in a mound on the floor "Brian?" you instinctively ask as you stand up and cautiously approach the pile of clothing that now occupies the space where he once stood. "Brian?" you ask again as soon as you get close enough you poke at the mound with your foot.
The first poke you felt nothing, but oddly, on the second poke you could feel a soft lump move under your toes. You draw your foot back, then extend it out one more time. this time you are a bit more liberal with how much contact you are willing to make, and you rub the strange mass with the ball of your foot. this time you also heard a faint moan come from the pile.
Yep, there's definitely something there under that shirt, and if your invention worked the way it was supposed to, you know exactly what it is.
Tired of being off balance, and unable too find you other shoe you slide your foot out of your shoe. and squat down to listen carefully. " Oh Briiiiaaaan?" you ask again as a smile creeps across your face while you watch a tiny lump in the middle of his shirt start moving around. You slowly reach down for the shirt, then quickly pull it away to reveal a now naked and far less threatening 4 inch tall Brian Edward...
You're overtaken with excitement and start to gush "OH MY GOD, IT WORKED! it really worked!" You cant help but to laugh out loud.
Brian responds "Laugh it up Bitch, but When I'm big again You'll be in a world of trouble."
You look down at Brian with mischievous smile as you say "Oh? And what makes you so sure you're ever going too be big again?" You then stand up with your arms crossed over your chest as you loom over him " So, If I'm such a 'Judgmental Half wet-back Limey bitch', then I should probably crush you like the bug you are. Right?" You raise your foot and position it over his tiny body and start to slowly lower it toward him to make sure he fully understands the gravity of the situation.
you can barely hear his miniscule grovelling as he puts his hands up and turns his head away. "I'm sorry! Please! don't hurt me!"
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