This choice: Cleaning, so you and her head to the bathroom to start cleaning. • Go Back...Chapter #4Cleaning the bathroom by: bobob1   "I think we should just clean the bathroom first. That sounds like the worst out of the three chores and if we get it out of the way first then we can relax and enjoy the laundry and baking later." You responded up to your mom. Truth be told you didn't want to help with this chore at all, the bathroom was one of the most terrifying rooms in the house for a person of your stature. You had nightmares about getting sucked down drains, submerged in bath water, or... god forbid... stuck in the toilet. But you knew your mom needed help with these chores and you would have to bite the bullet sometime, so you figured now is a better time than later.
"That makes perfect sense to me! You really are a genius, Sammy." Shannon beamed a smile as she spoke back to you. You hadn't really even said anything smart at all, just practical, yet in your mother's ditzy mind your decision was worthy of a Nobel Prize. Quickly Shannon stood up from her bent over position in front of you on the dresser and scooped your body up on her right hand. She squashed you slightly in her fist as if she was picking up an inanimate object of some sort, which annoyed you to no end. No matter how many times you told her to carry you on her palm it seemed like she simply couldn't grasp the concept. Shannon quickly sauntered out of her room down the hall into the bathroom, opening her hand above the counter and dropping you a few inches onto its hard surface. Your legs squashed slightly against the porcelain, causing you to facepalm yet again. Sometimes it seemed like your mom forgot that even though you could recover from being crushed, it still wasn't a pleasurable experience for you in the slightest. Looking up at Shannon while your legs popped back into place you saw her tapping her chin in thought.
"Hmm, okay Sam, I feel like cleaning the tub might be a bit too big of a job for you, so I'll take care of that. That means, well... do you mind scrubbing some of the gross little stains out of the inside of the toilet bowl?" Shannon rushed through the second sentence sheepishly, obviously knowing that you would not be happy about being assigned such a nasty task. Before you could respond Shannon tried to justify herself, "Because the stains are kind of... exactly your size and I think you would do a better job than I could at cleaning them." Your mind shuddered and your stomach felt a bit queasy hearing that you were the same size as the stains left by Shannon and Stacy in the toilet, but regardless of that the plan still made little sense to you. Shannon could easily scrub the entire thing in mere minutes while it would undoubtedly take you much longer, AND force you to have to get up close and personal with them. The reality was that Shannon just hated cleaning out the toilet, it was her least favorite chore by far, and she was praying for any way to get out of it. You were about to respond when Shannon cut you off yet again, her normal sized voice easily overpowering your one inch voice speaking up to her, "I know just how you can do it too!" Shannon quickly opened the cabinet and took out an old, slightly nasty toothbrush as well as some floss. She quickly unraveled about 18 inches of floss before ripping it off, her eyes darting back and forth between you and the toilet the whole time. Shannon then grabbed your body yet again, just as you finished reforming, and began tying one end of the floss around your waist in a knot. She then, dipped the brush head of the toothbrush in some soap and placed it on the counter, reaching towards the other end of the floss. All of the sudden Shannon whisked you in the air, your body hanging precariously by the floss tied around your waist. From your dangling perspective you observed Shannon tying the other end of the floss around the toilet paper holder! With one end of the floss now anchored, Shannon lifted the toilet lid up, moving your body towards the opening. Just as she reached the toilet you managed to shout up at her.
"MOM WAIT" Shannon paused and looked at you. You continued, "Do I really have to do this? It seems like it would be much easier if you just did it?" Shannon looked a bit dejected as she paused and said in a voice absolutely intended to guilt-trip you, "Oh, okay. I just figured I came up with a good idea for once so we should use it, but if you don't want to help then I get it." She slowly began to lift your body, but as she did you couldn't help but feel bad about letting her down like this. It was very uncommon for Shannon to have any sort of idea, it would be unfair to discredit it by refusing to help her. You shouted up again, "Mom, you're right actually. This is a really good idea by you. I'll be able to handle this job no sweat thanks to you." Almost immediately you saw your mom's face light up again. Not only did she not have to clean the toilet, but she actually thought of a (relatively) smart solution for once. Shining her perfect smile she said back down, "Thanks Sammy! That means a lot. Good luck down there! I'm going to work on cleaning the tub in the meantime." With that she let your body hang, causing you to endure a brief but terrifying freefall before the string pulled taught. Shannon then reached back and grabbed the old toothbrush, handing it to you before shooting you a quick wink and walking to the bath tub. You were hanging in the middle of the toilet bowl, and as you looked around you couldn't help but feel grossed out. Now Shannon and Stacy were by no standards dirty people, but through extended use of the toilet it had become relatively dirty. To be honest from a normal sized person's perspective it wouldn't look too bad, just from the point of view of a one inch tall man you could make out every spec of grime on the porcelain walls. You attempted to mentally block out the images of whatever processes must have caused these stains, because if you didn't then you wouldn't have the fortitude to finish the job.
You mustered up the courage to swing yourself over towards the first spot. It was disheartening that these stains truly were almost as big as your entire body. It was moments like these that really drilled into your mind just how huge the size disparity was between you and your family members. Stains that they wouldn't even notice that they caused were practically as big as you. Begrudgingly you began to start the slow, gross process of cleaning out these stains. You almost felt your mind go blank as you worked your way around the bowl of the toilet. Despite how bad this situation was you still didn't want to let your mom down, and for that reason you really put some elbow grease into cleaning up the spots. Almost 35 minutes later you had shimmied your way all around the bowl and made it spotless. The entire process was beyond disgusting but at the very least you could take pride in the quality of your work. You had no other choice but to hang in place until Shannon came back to lift you out, and after a few moments you saw movement up above you. Looking up you saw...  indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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