Before the sock could make it into the hamper you slip down the soiled cotton tube and out the top. You hit the side of the hamper then bounce landing at the feet of your Brother and his Buddy, Steven. You look up just as they stop in their tracks and looks down. There are four huge work boot clad feet infront of you.
“Shit that’s one big bug” Steven says and lifts his boot to stomp you.
Instinctively you raise your hands but its too late, his boot slams down on your. You feel the pressure exerted by the 6 foot 4 inch tall man but no pain. You lay there Pressed flat as his foot grinds side to side.
“Stange” you think. You should not even be thinking at all, you should be dead.
Steven lifts his foot and turns it to the side, exposing your flattened body on his sole.
“Dude, that’s one weird bug”
Ron leans in to take a closer look. “That’s no a bug, that a little guy !” He looks closer. “OH my God” I think that’s my little Brother !”
After a few seconds you begin to regain your shape, yet still greatly reduced. As you do you pull free from the dirty boot sole and drop to the floor again. Catching your breath you sputter out….”Ummm hi guys”
They gasp. “Alan?” Ron says. “Is that really you?”
His giant hand reaches down and picks you up. He carries you to the kitchen where he and Steven sit at the table where you are also deposited. You explain how you go the size and apparent consistence you have become. Ron shakes his head.
“You know dad forbid you from all that witchcraft and spell stuff. I mean, Look you almost ended up as a smudge on the bottom of Steven boot”
Steven was rubbing his crotch under the table, at the power trip he was having thinking about that. He loved picking on guys younger and smaller then him and you could not get more of either at the moment.
You reply, “I know I see that now. Help me get back to normal and no one needs to know about this. Ok?”
“Gee I don’t know, Steven says. “I think you need to be taught a lesson. Maybe you should stay like that for a while. I mean its like you can really get hurt apparently.”
You implore your brother to help you. Instead you watch as he walks into the living room, picks up the spell book and sets it high atop the bookshelf.
Ron then grabs a jar and drops you into it. You yell at him shouting to have him take you out. He just shrugs and gets a beer for himself and one for Steven. Steven then pick up the jar looking at you like you’re a bug caught for a science experiment.
He comments, “Back in high school for science class I had to catch bugs like him and pin them to a board. I always did mine while they were still alive to see how long it would take for them to die.” He chuckled.
They drink their beer trying to decide what to do with you.
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