This choice: She takes you to the lab • Go Back...Chapter #7Twice the shrink, double the fun by: c.   You're shivering on a table that extends seemingly for a mile in each direction. The surface is cold on your feet. Two giant people are talking, seeming like distant gods compared to you. Finally, a slim hand with cherry red nail polish appears in your view and pinches you up painfully.
You're held in front of the pretty face of a youthful lab technician. You can see your terror reflected in her glasses. She smirks at you. A pathetic little man, smaller than her finger. You're completely in her power, and she finds it hilarious. That was why she took this job. She loves to watch little people, especially little men, cower before her.
Now you're in a glowing cylinder. You feel relieved, knowing that this nightmare will soon be over. Jenna had been talking to you as if you were a potential "fwb" for the future, although weren't planning on taking things in that direction. You weren't sure you could see her amazing ass again without being distracted with memories of the terrifying turds it could produce that had almost buried you alive.
"Are you really sure you can make him that small?" said Jenna.
Wait.
You pound on the glass, screaming. But, it's too late. Everything glows white, and the next thing you know you're in the clammy palm of the lab technician. Her giggling face looms over you. You scramble to your feet. You can feel the deep textures of her hand, and you're coated with a very thin layer of sweat from where you were lying on it. The two giants keep talking, ignoring your pleas for attention. You must now be less than half your original shrunken height.
You scream and curse at Jenna as she picks you up in her fist, knowing to leave a space so you can breathe.
Back home, she sets you next to a microphone you use to communicate.
"Can't you find someone else to terrorize?" You yell at her. "You lying bitch!"
She coos at you and makes a popping sound with her lush pink lips. "But you're so good at surviving compared to all the other shrinkies I've enlisted. Nobody else can handle my voluptuous body." She turns around. You have to admit, her figure is just about perfect, with just the right layer of fat in the right places. She wiggles her jean clad ass at you, its size now unimaginable. You can't help but admire its amazing shape, even if at her age it's starting to sag a little.
"Don't worry, all is not lost my little delight," she says as she brings you up to another room. "My subscribers gave me an idea for a game. Win, and you earn your freedom. Lose, and, well, let's just say things are going to be shitty for you for a while longer."
She places you gently in a tall, very narrow glass jar. There's a camera beneath the glass and another pointed down from above. Her creamy scent leaves with her hand, and she blows you a good luck kiss. "To win, you have to climb your way out in thirty minutes. How are you going to do that at your size, you ask? Well, my ass is going to lend you a little help." She pulls off her jeans, not without some difficulty, and whirls. The two pale globes hover over the entrance. Then, the gap between them opens, and you scream as a long brown shape descends from it, accompanied by an oily stench.
"I know my shits have been pretty wet lately, but I ate a proper diet yesterday so this one should hold its form for you."
Your back is to the edge of the glass as the mammoth turd hits the bottom. It's thick, too, and her asshole had to widen quite a bit to squeeze it out. It does like drier than what you're seen from her. There are even some fibers holding it together, and a kernel of corn or two to provide a solid handhold. Lovely.
She stands up and admires her work, waving her hand in front of her nose. You have to admit, she's pretty talented at the shit she does. The turd leans against the entrance of the jar. It's a straight climb, albeit across a chunky, sticky surface. She sets a timer walks away to lie down on the couch and read.
When you're done retching, you grip the edge of its surface. Your skin crawls with its slimy texture. It takes you a while to start the climb. Some parts of it suck at you like quicksand, and you climb up fibers like a rope. You climb over a disgusting corn kernel. When you're two thirds of the way there, you notice the surface has gotten drier. The shit sticking to your skin has disgustingly dried as well. Then, you feel something move beneath your feet. You beg and plead with the enormous turd, but the change in composition after drying out has compromised its structural integrity. Put simply, you're about to be in real deep shit.
The whole thing comes down, and it's a miracle you don't end up crushed. You stare up at the brown smear trailing down the side. It goes all the way to the top. You try to make up it, but the handholds are too far apart at your pathetic size. You sit and sulk in the middle of the jar, feeling as insignificant as ever.
Footsteps approach. Time is up. You shudder as you wonder what she has planned for you next.   indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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