This choice: Hide in the bottle and see if the shrinking effect will go away over time • Go Back...Chapter #3Soda bottle shelter. by: sneakyk   The barnyard... a field of grass tamed and claimed by humanity. Or at least, claimed by humans. A specific human family that you've never met, no doubt. The vastness of the field serves as a humbling warning of the scale of power you are dealing with. At your tiny scale the acreage of the farm would be multiplied near five-hundred-fold. An averaged sized farm would rival the size of a town, at this scale, its owner serving like a governor.
And you? You are little more than a vermin. A near naked rat of a human, charming though you may be. Unless you are badly mistaken, you were not invited here...and if you were, that only brings up more questions! What might happen if someone spotted you rustling through the grass? A single stomp would gore your body under boot or hoof. What's more, farms tend to be guarded by hounds...and although the grass around you might provide you with visual cover, you could likely be sniffed out by a diligent doggy. There is also the issue of birds and bugs. The cover afforded by the grass would offer you little against predators attacking from overhead, and you can be sure that bugs, either Pokemon or otherwise, lie in wait.
But the Electro-Lite Energizer bottle? Well. That could be a godsend. You humbly thank whatever unseen god (or giant, rather) left it behind and approach the bottle's cap. Whoever dropped it did not remove it. Circling the bottle, you find that there appaers to be a small pool of orange-colored juice at the bottom of it, untouched by bugs. You cannot be certain how long the liquid has been left stagnant, but it could be just as good a food source as any.
Returning to the front of the bottle, you get to work on the cap. You grip at its lid, your hands pressing against ridges designed for fingers the size of your entire body, and attempt to twist it open. It refuses to budge. You grip harder, hugging your arms around it , and attempt to turn. It begins to just barely budge. You grit your teeth as you really work at the bottle's lid, sweat gradually soaking your skin more and more. You are forced to wipe your arms dry against the grass to free yourself of the slick sweat. This might be a simple bottle lid, but to you it's more like a giant valve wheel, suitable for a bunker or vault... not a 100P soda!
As you work at the lid, you realize that you might wind up pulling one of your muscles if you keep it up this way. You need to work smarter... not harder. Considering your options, you begin exploring the field in the bottle's immediate vicinity, making sure not to venture far enough to get lose. Eventually you arrive at a small twig. Deciding you might as well use it, you bring it back into bottle and wedge the twig into the gap between the lid and the top of the soda bottle. Using the leverage of the twig, you attempt to pry the already partly-twisted-off lid cleanly off of the bottle. You hear a snap, and the lid seems to loosen... but it still isn't enough. Worse, the twig seems to be stuck in the gap, too!
You sit beside the bottle, sorely wishing you could be inside of it, to take full advantage of the shade provided by its wrapper. But you are tired. And hot. And alone. The sun hangs high overhead; many hours of scorching light await you. And worse, the screeches of birds can be heard, no doubt gearing up for a bug hunt. Just when getting into the bottle begins to seem impossible, you get an idea. A stupid, desperate idea, but one that just might work.
You approach the bottle lid with a theory in mind. There might be something that is holding the lid in place...dried saliva, left there by the bottle's prior owner. If you could only get rid of the stuck saliva, you might be able to pop the lid off. Happening to be male, you possess a certain tool that might do the trick. You approach the lid from the size, hold your hands atop it, lower your briefs, and proceed to press your cock right against the opening. You close your eyes, embarrassed of what is about to transpire even if there is no one to observe it.
You proceed to piss right into the gap between the bottle and its lid, a blush forming on your cheeks. As your stream dries, you begin to wonder if this humiliating display will be for nought. There's only one way to dry. You grip at the twig and push and push until... pop! The bottle lid comes off, unlocking its interior at last. You tuck your girth back into your briefs and approach the opening.
The air smells heavily of Energizer sports drink juice, an aroma which thankfully overpowers the smell of your own pee. That is, if your pee even has a scent. If it does, you certainly don't notice it! Strange. Regardless, you slip into the opening, your hips narrowly fitting through the gap, grinding against the bottle's plastic mouth. The bottle's opening , having absorbed the sunlight directly for who knows how long, is hotter than you anticipated. You crawl forward, into the shade beneath its wrapper. Lying in the shade, you find that the bottle is not quite as cool as you anticipated. You are no longer exposed to direct sunlight, but the bottle itself serves as a miniature greenhouse. It's a few steps shy of being a sauna in here!
You then turn your attention to the soda. The orange liquid seems suspect to you... but it's certainly there, and there's a reasonable chance of it being fit for human consumption. You ease towards it and cup your hands into the drink. As you gaze into the liquid held in your cupped hands, you feel your knees smarting from contact with a part of the bottle exposed to direct sunlight, but the pain is tolerable. After a moment of hesitation, you drink from the liquid...
And you find it to taste just as good as new! Actually, this is some of the best soda you've ever had. You shamelessly scoop up a second handful, and then a third, before finally retreating into the shaded portion of the bottle. Turning back to the left over liquid, you find that you have quite a good bit left. Whoever drank the cup left about 3% of its juices unconsumed. At your size, that's about as much juice as you could expect from a full twelve pack!
As you assess your situation, you stop to think about the implications of the taste of the liquid. Why did it taste so good? Could it perhaps be that your tiny anatomy has given you an appetite similar to that of a fruit fly? This humbling revelation graces your mind for a moment, but you strike it down quickly. You are still you. A human being, not an insect. You only hope the soda is actually just as good for you as it tastes...
As you lie in the soda bottle, you begin to grow very tired. If you remain in the cup, its ambient warmth will likely coax you to sleep. You should be fine as long as you hide in the shade of the wrapper...but would you truly be safe? You might need to think about taking steps to improve your shelter...  indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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