You were never really the type of person to pay attention in class. After all, there was way more to do in life than to waste your time learning something you probably wouldn't even need in your future. Who needs math in times of computers and calculators? You much rather liked to spend your free time with your biggest hobby. Superheroes. There wasn't really a minute you didn't think about them. Adventures, fighting against evil and good stories were just a few things you liked about this genre. And then all these characters, be they good or evil, there was something so fascinating about them. Of course you had your favorites, but they kinda varied from time to time. Mostly whatever was new at the time played a huge role in how you picked your favorites.
But there were also those you always kept very high in your ranking. Like Black Widow for example. You had an entire shrine dedicated to her. Too much? Well, maybe a little bit. But this character deserved it. There were alot of things you liked about her. Like her backstory, her design, or the fact that she didn't have super powers. Well, depending on the source material. What had sparked this fascination of yours for her, was probably her portrayal in the MCU Films by Scarlett Johansson. And that's also the reason as to why you liked the movie version of her the most. Well the attractiveness of Scarlett Johansson probably played a bigger role in that than her actual acting, which was of course also good.
You actually wanted to write her a fan letter for a long time but you never really got past writing her name and address on the envelope. In terms of what you wanted to write to her, you didn't really know how to start. So at the moment, you only had a blank paper. Despite being into comic books, you weren't really that good with words. And therefore this was a little hard. And everytime you thought you came up with something good...she entered your room. She? Your stepmother of course. She absolutely despised you. Always telling you about how you should start getting better in school, because she wanted to throw you out of here as soon as possible. Of course she never said these things when your father was around. She knew how much he liked you, being his only son after all.
Unfortunately for you, your father worked as a scientist for some sort of corporation which focused on creating useful items for everyday life. Therefore he wasn't around much. The only other two family members, who might have been able to help you, were your two little sisters. But they couldn't care less about you. They actually benefitted from ignoring your struggles. While you got scolded for everything you did, they got whatever they wanted, despite having multiple faults themselves. And you were sure, your stepmother told them to ignore you. All of this, of course, only contributed to you isolating yourself more, trying to fill this void inside of you with a hobby. This was what you wanted to do atleast. But instead it seemed as though this was the last time you ever got to do that.
Just as you sat down in front of your desk, ready to indulge in your hobby some more, your stepmother entered your room, pissed off as usual. "Another F? You know they talked to me about you having to repeat the year again and this is what you deliver? This is it, young man. I won't stand for this for another minute." You had heard her say stuff like this for years now. She had never followed up on her words. That being the case, you just couldn't stop yourself from making a comment "Oh yeah? What will you do this time? Nothing? As always?" but instead of her storming out of your room like always, she had a small smile on her face. "Not this time. You see, your father recently forgot one of his inventions the last time he visited us." She showed you some sort of remote. "I don't quite know what it does. But I know of a way we can find out."
You didn't like where this was going. No way would she just use this on you without even knowing what it did. You slowly moved your hands in front of you, trying to calm her down. "Let's think about this... What if it is dangerous? You wouldn't want to hurt your son, right?" You started sweating, thinking about how this situation could end. Your stepmother on the other hand didn't really seem to care as much as you did. "As far as I'm concerned, I don't have a son." The next thing you saw, was a bright green light, before everything around you changed. After that, your vision became blurry. You only experienced a few snippets of what was going on after she used the remote. You felt like you were being thrown around or something, while she was talking to you.
Though you could only understand half of it, you were certain she was complaining about what you did in your free time again. Then she stopped, probably thinking about something. As she opened her mouth again to talk, you could understand one single word. Letter. Had she found your letter? But by this time it was hard for you to stay awake and you notice how everything around you became dark. Before you could think about whether or not she was talking about your letter, you had already lost conciousness. When you opened your eyes again, you were blinded by light. As your eyes adjusted, you tried to think about what had happened to you. Right now you weren't even sure when it happened. Whatever it was that happened. You actually didn't seem to know anymore.
A few seconds passed, as you laid there on the ground. Looking up, you could have sworn that your ceiling had changed or something. You didn't remember it having this color. Also, did it just move? It took you a few seconds before you realized what you were looking at. Right in front of you was something you just couldn't believe. You weren't just looking up at something, it was looking back at you. Well, actually it wasn't an it. It was a person you knew. Right there in front of you was a giant Scarlett Johansson, wearing her Black Widow costume. She didn't look at you and seemed to be invested in reading a note. You weren't sure whether or not you were dreaming. Obviously this situation was too bizarre to be real. You had to be dreaming.
But as you sat there, breathing in the air, touching the wooden surface of the ground beneath you, you felt as though this was real. Wooden surface? It was then that you took a look at your surroundings. Other than the giant Scarlett there were a few other things you noticed. First up you found out you seemed to be inside a big room. From your perspective at least. Comparing Scarlett's size to the room, you realized that for her it was probably a very small room. Next you looked down at the supposed ground you were sitting on and came to the conclusion that this wasn't actually the ground, but rather a wooden table, evidenced by the fact that you could see the exact line of where it stopped. And though you couldn't quite see it, you were pretty sure Scarlett was sitting on a chair in front of said desk.
Behind you was a big mirror, which made it quite evident how small you were in comparison to the actress. Even her smallest finger was bigger than you. But now you were wondering, why exactly were you here? And where is "here"? Little did you know, that your questions were about to be answered, as Scarlett laid down the note and turned her attention to you. "You know I've got alot of weird fanmail, but yours takes the cake. I mean shrinking down and sending yourself to me in a letter already seems extreme. But you also tell me I should do, whatever I want to do with you?" You didn't know what she was talking about. You never even started writing the letter you wanted to send to her.
And at that moment it hit you. Your stepmother, she had shrunken you down and stuffed you in that letter. Of course you didn't know what this was all about, you didn't have anything to do with this. But now you were here at the mercy of one of your biggest idols. Obviously you knew she wasn't the person to hurt someone else, but then again, at your size she seemed quite dangerous to you. It would probably be for the better if you tried to explain your situation to her. "I think there seems to be a misunderstanding. You see..." You began, but before you could finish the sentence, she grabbed you and brought you up to her face.
"I'm on a tight schedule here, so we're gonna have to do this quick. I could have my fun with you now, which probably would be pretty short. I could take you with me in my diaper, or I'm gonna leave you here and we'll continue this later. The choice is yours." She said, completely ignoring what you just said. "Diaper?" You asked, not knowing what she was talking about. Without hesitation, she pulls down the zipper of her costume to reveal she is wearing a diaper. "I don't get alot of toilet breaks while shooting a movie and it's not like anyone can see it underneath the costume." She explained. You imagined her putting you inside her diaper for a second and how odd this whole situation is, before quickly brushing the thought aside. "Can you please choose something already? If you don't I'll do it for you."
But you didn't want to pick what she would do with you. If you had the option you would pick the option in which you could explain everything to her. But right now there didn't seem to be any time for that left. Maybe it would be best if you would wait here for now. Then again, what would happen if someone else found you here? So, would it be better if she would take you with her? But then you would have to spend time inside her diaper. And what did she mean by having fun now? One thing was for sure, the only way you could get out of this situation, was by picking one of the options.   indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
| Members who added to this interactive story also contributed to these: |
<<-- Previous · Outline  · Recent Additions © Copyright 2025 robobroxt (UN: robobroxt at Writing.Com). All rights reserved.
robobroxt has granted Writing.Com, its affiliates and syndicates non-exclusive rights to display this work within this interactive story. Poster accepts all responsibility, legal and otherwise, for the content uploaded, submitted to and posted on Writing.Com. |
View Portfolio
Visit Notebook
Send Gift Points
Awards
Badges
Send Email
Community Newsfeed
General Discussion
Sponsored Items
Book of Trinkets
Static Items
Books
Groups
Interactive Stories
Audio
Campfire Creatives
Community Notes
Crossword Puzzles
Documents
Folders
Images
In & Outs
Madlibs
Photo Albums
Polls
Product Reviews
Quizzes
Survey Forms
Web Pages
Word Searches
More by this author