Being a star football player meant staying in pique physical condition, and fortunately for Derek this was the case. Despite the incredible grip his sleep-drunk mother had on him, he managed enough freedom of movement to get hold of the hip holstered shrink ray. He froze for a moment as he realized how close he was coming to Debbie's open mouth and couldn't fully fathom his situation.
The shock of the moment lost the tug-of-war for Derek's sanity and Self-preservation spurred him to action before his rapidly approaching fate (literally) swallowed him up. There was a bright flash, as before but this time Derek felt the world rushing in around him as he pushed down hard on the button that would bring his restoration.
The weight of Derek's rapidly expanding body made Debbie's lazily moving arm drop. As he grew she shifted and her limp forearm fell out over the side of the bed. Derek managed to drop from Debbie's fingers before his weight did her any permanent harm. In the few seconds his growth had taken, Derek managed to land on his back on the carpeted floor.
As the flash from the shrink ray dissipated he found himself back to his full-size but slightly dazed by the whirlwind, near-death encounter he had just narrowly escaped. Without much thought, he chuckled "Holy shit, I'm alive."
Debbie sat up as if she had been startled from a bizarre dream. Her sudden movement caused her arm a shot of pain and she winced as she pulled it in to her chest. For some reason, her elbow and wrist both felt like they had been taxed beyond the normal. She rubbed her forearm and shook out her hand while muttering to herself "Way to sleep on your arm wrong Debbie,"
It hurt, but she wasn't injured. More surprised by the sensation than anything else.
Swinging her legs over the side of the bed Debbie moved to stand. Derek had shifted his leg and moved to sit up as his mom's feet hit the floor next to him.
Debbie looked down at her son, still holding her arm close to her body. One eyebrow raised up so much that it would rival Dwayne Johnson's famous mean-mug. She was, for want of a better notion thoroughly confused. Debbie took a moment and looked back to see her husband still sound asleep before returning her attention to the unexpected intruder. In a voice just above a whisper she asked the obvious "Derek why are you on the floor next to my bed?"
Still sharking off the absurdity of the last few minutes, Derek wasn't sure how he should respond. He knew that look on his Mom's face meant she was somewhere between worried and pissed off. He looked at the shrink ray in his hand and ran through his very limited options before...
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