“We
should throw a Halloween party this weekend,” Henry offered to
everyone in his small study group. The collective group looked up
from their notes or books that they were going over for whatever
exams that were coming up.
“Why,”
Dustin asked, not too thrilled at the thought. Being Henry’s best
friend since middle school he never let his mind not be expressed in
front of Henry. Some of the times those thoughts would have been best
unsaid, like how much he liked Henry’s sister. That was totally not
something he ever wanted to hear.
“Because
every year someone has a party and we never go, why not make it
different this year? Why not do it on our own?” Henry suggested to
everyone at the table.
Ben
shrugged, he was probably the newest person to the group. Ben was a
classmate in one of Henry’s classes and that just started to hang
out in their little study group, as both of them majored in the same
subject. “I mean I’m free this Halloween.”
Henry
looked over to the only girl at the table, Trisha. Trisha happened to
be Henry and Dustin’s crush since middle school. Neither of them
had the guts or the balls to ask her out. Maybe because they were
worried about what each other thought or would say if they made a
move. Whenever Henry tried to ask, it always came off weird or as a
social invite. Like just right now, Henry wanted to invite Trisha
over just the two of them, but somehow it came out as a group invite.
Henry watched as Trisha slowly nodded in agreement, “I’m free.”
Henry
smiled at the news. Maybe this could be his chance to ask her out,
finally after so many years, what could go wrong?
“Well,
my parents are out of town. My sister has plans, especially since it
will be Halloween,” Henry told everyone. Henry couldn’t help but
see Dustin perk up at the mention of his older sister.
“She
still lives with you and your parents,” Dustin was more curious
than he needed to be with his sister.
“Yeah,”
Henry retorted, trying not to sound annoyed with his buddy.
“So
like, is it a costume party,” Trisha asked, sounding excited.
Henry
slowly nodded as a plan started to come to him. A thought that would
make this night unforgettable for everyone. “Yeah…” Henry
replied as he looked at Ben grinning. “What about you? Kind of
can’t do this without you.”
Ben
looked perplexed at the statement as everyone was looking at him for
an answer, “Wha- me, why?”
Henry
looked at his other friends and then back at Ben, “Because…”
Henry remarked hoping he caught on to the hint, which he didn’t.
Slowly Henry went on, “The project we are working on… for our
degrees…”
Ben
frowned as he looked more confused than ever, “What? What are you
talking about?”
Henry
slapped his face with his hand in disbelief. Both of them had been
working since freshman year on this shrinking device to present to
their professors and peers. Something that had taken several years to
even get off the ground. With something so revolutionary both Henry
and Ben were hoping it would land them a job in some fancy lab or
government sector once they step off that graduation stage.
Deciding
not to make Ben more confused or his other friends feel uncomfortable
about it, Henry told everyone about his plan. “We can all dress up
to a certain theme, eat a literal ton of chocolate or whatever candy
you really like, stream a bunch of cheesy horror movie on an enormous
BIG ass screen-”
It
was now that Ben caught on as he blurted out the surprise, “You
want to shrink down for Halloween?!”
Henry
tried to calm the startled Ben, but Trisha and Dustin were already
peppering him with more questions. It took him a few moments to calm
them down, “It’s safe, we already did a million trial runs and
everything is fine. Yes, I wanted to shrink down. Think about it, you
buy a kids size candy bar for like ten cents, or whatever, a quick
snack that’s not even that filling. But if you shrink down now you
have a billion or whatever servings of your favorite candy!” The
table was quiet for a few moments as his friends thought about it,
each one imagining what he said. Going on Henry added, “And we all
have been to the movies before, with the giant screens like seventy
five feet wide… well imagine it being three hundred!”
Now
things seemed a little more appealing. However it seemed Ben, Trisha,
and Dustin were still debating on the idea. Finally Trisha turned to
Ben, “Is he telling the truth, is it safe?”
Ben
gave a weak shrug, “I mean it is, we tested it on ourselves plenty
of times but like…” Ben gave a ‘I don’t know why’ gesuter
to Trisha, “To just use it for a stupid party... That just seems
immature to me.”
Henry
felt insulted at his unique and fun idea, but didn’t attack Ben on
his point. The scientist in Henry would have roasted anyone asking
what he was of his friends, but this was one of those crazy ideas
that would be epic if pulled off right. Which is exactly why he
needed Ben there to double- NO, triple check everything. Last thing
Henry would want would be changing something by accident or
miscalculating the shrinking procedure.
Dustin
was the first to jump on board, as he was Henry’s best bud, it was
kind of his style. “You know what, why not. You had me at candy.”
Henry
didn’t bring up the fact that Dustin had a certain look in his eyes
since the mention of Henry’s sister. He was sure he had him at
SISTER and not CANDY, but what the heck, that was one down. Henry
looked to Ben, who seemed to be crunching numbers in his head about
probability or whatever, but finally he sighed, “Yeah… yeah I’ll
help out.”
“Sweet!”
Henry nodded as he turned to the last one of the group.
Trisha
looked sheepish at the idea. Something that Henry couldn’t blame
her on. However, seeing the pressure of everyone else looking at her
seemed to cave her resolve as she nodded, “Fine, but this better be
a fun night.”
Henry
was delighted at the news, “It will, I swear it. It’s a night
none of us will forget. Now about costumes…” Henry chuckled as he
told everyone, “Just think small okay?”
Henry
loved the confused looks on his friends as they all muttered the same
word, “Small?”
“You’re
not going to a party tonight,” Hazel asked Henry, with a certain
judgmental tone, as he sat on the couch looking up what movies were
on stream tonight.
Henry
wanted to give his big sister a certain look, but she was walking
around the house grabbing her stuff, not glancing at him. A purse
left on a chair, make-up from the bathroom, and God knows what else.
When she finally came back into the room Henry gave his answer to her
a cocky answer, “I am.”
It
was now that Hazel paused her walking around, “What? YOU?! My
little nerdy brother is going to a party… as in with other people-”
Henry
snapped at his sister, “YES! Is it that hard to believe?”
Hazel
thought about it for a few moments and gave a soft shrug, “Uh…
yeah? I mean, when do you party? This doesn’t sound like my little
baby brother.”
“When
I fucking want to,” Henry snapped at the belittling remarks she
used.
“Whooooa
cool your jets there MR. smarty pants,” Hazel scoffed. “No need
to be bitter about the truth.”
Henry
folded his arms over his chest while still trying to cue up some of
the cheesy but still good horror films for his Halloween party. Sure
he could have told Hazel about his party at home but he knew that she
wouldn’t count that as an actual party and maybe even make fun of
him. She would call it hanging out or it isn’t a REAL party. Which
was somewhere she was going to tonight. Not that Henry cared what she
thought, he just didn’t want to deal with his bratty older sister
right now. “Whatever,” Henry muttered as he got a nice movie list
set up that he hoped everyone would like.
Hazel
grabbed her jacket and asked, “So, where is this party, and when
will you be back-”
Henry
was still feeling sore about his sister's remark and barked out,
“Whenever the hell I feel like it!”
It
was now Hazel turned toward him looking upset. She didn’t shout or
scream at him, but Henry could see the hurt and disgruntled look on
her face when she spoke with a tone of surrender, “Fine… okay.”
Henry didn’t know why but that look of gloom from Hazel kind of
stung. However he was tired of Hazel being that overbearing sister
that always constantly talked down to him or stepped on his plans or
corrected him. Hazel grabbed some shoes and sat down near Henry, as
he continued to pretend to be looking for movies to watch. “Just do
me a favor little bro…”
Henry
sighed at the annoying term she NEVER let him forget. Being the
bigger sibling, both in age and height, Henry looked at his sister
who slipped on some shoes, “What?”
“Just
be careful, okay? I know you don’t party much, but like… look out
for what you drink? Who you hang out with…” Hazel warned in a
loving manner. Henry rolled his eyes before she went on, “And more
importantly don’t do anything I wouldn’t do, okay?”
Henry
replied in a dry tone, “So basically do the opposite of what you
just warned me NOT to do.”
Hazel
scoffed and rolled her eyes as she smiled, “Don’t be a smart ass
with me.” Hazel got up and quickly headed over to Henry. Before he
could dodge or get out of the way, his sister grabbed his head and
smooched his forehead in a loving manner. “See you when I see you.”
Henry
made a disgusted noise, as he felt his sister kiss his forehead.
“Ewww, stop doing that, I’m too old for that shit.”
Hazel
laughed as she headed for the front door, “Never, you’ll always
be my little itty bitty baby brother.” Before Henry could say
anything Hazel was out the door.
Henry
was still fuming at how embarrassing that was, while sitting on the
coach... along with Ben and Dustin nearby. Ben looking EXTREMELY
uncomfortable at what he just witnessed, and Dustin still longingly
looking at the front door in hopes that Hazel came back in,
forgetting something.
Finally
Ben spoke in a timid voice, “That was your sister?”
Henry
felt a tinge of embarrassment at the question but answered it,
“Yeah.”
“Soooo
hot,” Dustin commented.
“Dude,”
Henry replied with an unbelievable annoyance in his best buddy.
“SHE
IS THOUGH,” Dustin defended himself. “Like she is so-”
“DUDE,”
Henry barked, now angry at Dustin’s callous empathy to Henry’s
feelings about the subject of how attracted he was to Hazel.
Ben
broke the silence, “Uh… so should we set up the device now? Isn’t
Trisha coming over?”
The
change in the subject broke Henry out of his anger toward Dustin over
his smoking hot sister. “Yeah, she had a few things to do, but
she’ll be here soon. We should set up the shrinking device, it’s
gonna take a while.”
Henry
got up off the couch and slowly helped Ben pull out the parts and
devices needed to set up the shrinking machine. Although it wasn’t
a lot, calibrating and setting everything to the right levels was
gonna be the most time consuming part of this project. As Ben and
Henry went into ‘geek mode’, Dustin seemed to be grabbing snacks
and other things needed and bringing them out to the coffee table in
the living room. Henry had got the movies ready, Dustin was in charge
of setting up a good movie experience for everyone, which meant
treats and seating. Being tiny they couldn’t use a couch to watch
TV, so they needed something else to sit on.
With
everyone working on something for the party, Henry didn’t even
notice when Trisha showed up. The doorbell rang and Henry jerked up
from the many parts he had to connect to the shrinking device.
“That’s got to be Trisha.” Hurrying to the door not too far
away, Henry yanked it open to see that it was indeed Trisha. “Hey!
You made it. I almost thought you weren’t going to.”
“Uh,
Yeah,’ Trisha nodded quickly before looking past Henry. “What’s
going on here?”
“Uh,
just setting things up. Got the shrinking machine and foodstuff set
up, just got to touch up on a few things.”
Trisha
looked hesitant before slowly walking inside, “We… are we really
doing this? Shrinking? Like for real, for real?”
Henry
nodded, giving her a sense of comfort as he smiled, “It’ll be
fine. We did it like ten thousand times in the lab. If it freaks you
out we can change you back to normal, lickety split.”
Still
not sure, Trisha sternly spoke, “I’m not freaking out, I just
want to make sure there isn’t some kind of issue.”
Henry
was about to reply when something jumped out of the corner of the
room catching his eye, it darted up on the coffee table nearby. Henry
turned toward the sudden appearance of the unsuspecting object that
came out of nowhere. It took him a moment before he saw what it was,
Cici, the family pet cat standing on the table like it owned the
place. Slowly walking across the hard top and eyeballing the sweets
left out. Henry sighed seeing the distracting creature, “Cici…
down,” Henry told her however the creature had its own plans as it
sniffed a few things disregarding Henry’s words. It did a circle
around the table top before finally jumping down.
“Awww,
what a cutie,” Trisha said watching the cat march around like it
didn’t it owned the home.
Henry
rolled his eyes as she called and beckoned the cat toward himself.
Cici slowly followed Henry as he led Cici toward the back door,
“Don’t need her messing or bumping into anything while we're
shrunk.” Henry explained as he opened the door and shooed the cat
out of the room and shut it closed. “Last thing we need is her
rubbing into the shrinking device and messing it up.”
Trisha
looked saddened by the news of the cat leaving but nodded in
agreement. Trisha watched Henry return to the living room and stood
there with the others, as they watched Henry and Ben finish up. All
four of them stood around waiting for Henry to explain what was going
on tonight.
“Okay,
so…” Henry sighed after dealing with the cat. “Everyone got
their outfits?” Dustin held up a book bag and Trisha pointed to her
bag she dropped by the door. Ben nodded at Henry’s question. “Good,
so we're all gonna change into them and come back here. When we do,
the shrink machine is gonna be set to change everyone into the actual
size of their costume.”
There
was a murmur from everyone and confused looks before Henry went on,
“Whoever has the SMALLEST costume, and shrunk down to that size,
will win. What they win… is … uh… well respect???”
The
others seemed less than happy at Henry’s prize. Henry held up his
hands, “Well shit, I don’t know, I wasn’t really planning on
anything. I just thought this might be fun and interesting.” Henry
told everyone.
Dustin
was the first to break the silence, “Well… I guess we should
change right? I mean, I don’t know about you all but I know I got a
fucking killer outfit.” This seemed to spark some kind of
enthusiasm in everyone as Ben retorted that he had a tiny outfit.
Before Henry knew it the other three left the room to go change.
Not
letting his moment escape, Henry decided to change right here in the
living room. His outfit was definitely the smallest for sure. How
could he lose?
“This
is bullshit,” Dustin announced looking at everyone else in their
costumes.
“What,”
Ben remarked.
“I
want a rematch,” Dustin replied angrily.
“I
said small,” Henry went on.
Dustin
shook his head in anger and defeat as he looked at the others. Dustin
was in a large green pickle or it actually looked like a cucumber,
something that Henry wasn’t sure which it was. Looking at the
others, Ben picked a small mouse costume with fuzzy ears and even a
little wiggly tail. Henry wasn’t sure who was smaller but he had
picked a simple bug, a beetle or whatever, however Trisha picked an
M&M candy costume. Henry wasn’t sure which was smaller but they
were tied for the smallest outfit.
“Yeah
well if I knew what was going on I would have picked something
smaller,” Dustin huffed at not knowing the rules.
Henry
shook his head as he went on, “Okay, so ready to shrink?”
Everyone, including Ben, was indecisive. “Fine, if everyone is that
worried, I’ll go first.” Not wasting much time, Henry stepped in
front of the shrinking device and prepared for the miniaturization
process. It only took a few moments before Henry was in a world
beyond his own. Everyone was towering monsters standing in the room.
Large mountains towering into the sky looking down at Henry’s small
insignificant body. The distance to the table was like running
several soccer fields long. Henry felt out of breath when he reached
the small long yarn strand that he left out to get up. Shimming up
the long red wire like object, took some time but once he was on the
table he gave everyone a thumbs up before shouting, “Okay who's
next?”
No
one jumped the gun. Henry thought they couldn’t hear him, but
finally Dustin scoffed, “pussies… fine, I’ll go next.”
Ben
adjusted the device and soon, Dustin was no bigger than the normal
size of the object his costume would have been. As Dustin climbed up
to meet Henry, it wasn’t till now that Henry focused on the outfit.
Examining it he frowned, “Are you sure you're a pickle? You look
more like a cucumber.”
“A
fucking-what? They're the same freaking thing!” Dustin barked
annoyed at Henry’s comment.
Henry
held up his hand in defense, especially at their different sizes,
“Okay, okay. I’m just saying that you’re not that wrinkly and
fermented… you know, like a pickle should be.”
Dustin
slowly shook his head looking upset, “Fucking nerd. I’m a fucking
pickle… like that one show! Just shut up will you,” Dustin told
Henry, clearly aggravated. Henry did so as the larger person walked
by in his towering oblong green outfit. One by one everyone shrunk
down to their respective size to their respective outfits. Everyone
was a different size ranging from pickle to a bug, well except for
Trisha and Henry as they were relatively the same exact size. All of
them were on the table looking around at their new size and outfits.
Thankfully they had the preparations set up for before they shrank.
There were little chunks of everyone’s favorite candy set out for
them, sliced and cut into enormous chunks of deliciousness.
Henry
smiled as he watched the Tv’s timer slowly count down as the first
of many Halloween films started, “And here we go,” Henry
announced as the screen changed to the familiar display of an opening
of one of many horror films he had lined up. As the opening credit
rolled Henry listened to his friends. Dustin was getting critical
about his “pickle” outfit. Ben in his mouse outfit, as he munched
on what was an enormously large three musketeer trait. Dustin was
being ordered to help out everyone else, since he was the largest of
the tiny squad. Seeing Trisha, Henry decided to chat with her. “So
an M&M? An interesting costume.”
Trisha
snickered as she looked at Dustin’s outfit “Smallest I could
think of, besides being a disgusting bug.”
Henry
scoffed, “Disgusting? I’ll have you know I washed this three
times to get the disgusting part out.” Henry laughed as he watched
Trisha smile.
“I’m
sure,” Trisha responded at his words as she showed off the green M
& M she was dressed in. She had to be about the same size as
Henry as she shifted toward the candy. However this contest wasn’t
that strict on everyone’s inches. Henry didn’t mind taking the L
for this one. He kind of wanted Trisha to win. “So what movies did
you have saved for us,” Trisha asked as she looked toward the
gargantuan screen that was across from them.
“Oh,
well, just some of the basics,” Henry replied as the TV showed off
the first of the cued up movies for the night. “Did you see what I
had out for you,” Henry remarked pointing to the clear bowl of
fresh M&M candies in them. Trisha gasped and looked at Henry
shocked at the surprise treat for her. It wasn’t till now that
Henry shrugged at her excited behavior trying to play it cool, “I
might have spotted your costume the other day…” Trisha shook her
head, but the grin on her face showed her true emotions. “I can
help you up there,” Henry suggested as he offered his help. “You
know if you want to lay in a sea of candy.”
“That
doesn’t sound too bad actually,” Trisha giggled at the idea of
being in a similar sized candy bed. With the help of the others,
Trisha ended up in the bowl of multicolored M&M’s. Henry
watched Trisha scurry around till she found her “perfect” spot to
rest in a bed of circular candies.
“Can
you serve up our Halloween treats,” Henry asked Dustin as he stood
nearby clearly larger than everyone else.
“Why
me?” Dustin asked, sounding upset at the request.
“Because
as a CUCUMBER, you're the biggest of us all. So the only one that can
do the job is you…” Henry remarked, making Dustin complain but do
as he was asked. It didn’t take too long before Dustin got everyone
their own personal candy snacks. A small slice of twixt for Henry, a
bit of three musketeer for Trisha, and a butterfingers cut up into
little bit sizes for Ben. With their treats spread out for everyone,
it was now time for the film to start. With no words from Henry, the
streaming on the TV started to play the first movie on his long cue
of film. The very stereotypical movie, The mummy, started to play on
the screen. Henry smiled as he and Trisha lay in a large bowl of
candy next to each other as they watched the film. Laying next to her
in a sea of spherical candy orbs brought out a side of him that he
didn’t think would come out. Trisha looked so cute in that
balloon-like costume of fake colored candy. As Henry watched Trisha,
he couldn’t help but notice how cute she was. In the middle of the
film he finally, after years working up the courage, Henry moved his
hand toward hers. Henry touched Trisha's hand. At first she flinched
in surprise, but just when Henry thought she was gonna pull away, she
turned and smiled at him before accepting his invitation to hold
hands. Grinning at the new sensation of holding Trisha’s hand,
Henry held on as he turned back to the film to enjoy Trisha's company
all to himself in the large bowl of M&M’s. It didn’t take
long before the film ended and the next one was starting to play,
Frankenstein.
Hours
passed as they watched an old film after another, back to back.
However Henry wasn’t even paying attention to the film as he stared
off in the distance enjoying that warm and soft grip on his hand. It
never left him as he slowly munched on his Twix in his left hand.
“You know,” Henry whispered loud enough for Trisha to hear, he
waited till she turned toward him in that funny suit. “I was
thinking… maybe you might want to go out some time to grab
something like a coffee or lunch?”
The
sounds of Frankenstein's monster growling in the background filled
the air, but Henry was too busy listening to Trisha’s response.
That smile creeping over her face made Henry’s night light up as
she nodded, “I would love to.”
Henry
smiled goofy as he nodded back, “G-good! I mean that’s great…”
Looking at each other a little while longer, it didn’t take too
long before their attention went back to the film playing. However
their hands never separated.
Hours
passed and several films later, Henry noticed it was getting late. It
was well into the night, soon his sister would be getting home and
they didn’t need to be here when she got back. “Alright I think
that’s enough.” Henry said sadly getting up from his position
near Trisha to tell the others. “We should probably wrap it up.”
Dustin
protested looking up at the candy bowl Henry was hanging off of, “Oh
seriously?!” Dustin was apparently having an amazing time as he
wanted the night to go on, “No, we can do one more movie, Right?
Come on.”
Henry
wasn’t sure but looking at the others he felt like he had to
obliged as they clearly all wanted to spend more time like this.
Especially Trisha, “One more,” Henry repeated, “But just one
more, okay?!” Henry told him. “Then we all turn back to normal.”
Henry
didn’t think that this would have been as enjoyable an experience
as it was. It was weird seeing his friends enjoy this new experience
but oddly the expectation was a once in a lifetime thing to witness.
Slowly the next horror film came to an end and the credits were
rolling sooner than Henry thought. Finally satisfied, Henry decided
it was time to change back to normal. “Alright it’s getting
pretty late. Time to wrap up this party.”
Now
it seemed like everyone was on the same page and in agreement as they
had spent hours laying around watching movies and eating candy. Henry
decided to climb down to the floor and head over to the shrinking
device. He would make sure to regrow himself and then grow everyone
else afterwards, one at a time. It would have been a pain in his butt
if the TV was turned off, as the light coming off the screen helped
illuminate the hardwood flooring he was crossing toward the wall with
the device leaning up against it. Of course it wasn’t like he could
trip over anything at his current size, he had a much bigger chance
of tripping on his own feet in this shitty little bug costume he was
in. Still Henry appreciated the light that helped him walk toward the
size changing machine.
It
wasn’t till Henry was near the device that he should have probably
placed it much closer to the table everyone else was standing on
There was no need to walk this far to it. In fact, the only reason he
put it in the corner of the room by the front door was due to the
outlet spacing and the only open socket in the entire room was by the
stupid door. A very dumb and lazy housing design in Henry’s mind.
If someone wanted to charge a phone, they would either have to use an
outlet in another room or leave their phone plugged in on the far
side of the room near the door. A concept that never seemed to
trigger Henry more than right now.
Walking
the last little distance to the device, Henry heard a weird sound,
something that he was least expecting at this very moment. Keys
jingling and jostling near the front door. Henry couldn’t help but
freeze as he shifted his attention toward the darkened door and the
noise just beyond it. There seemed to be some issues on the other
side of the door before finally the latch turned and the door was
quickly sung open with little regard to the force applied to it.
Henry
was stunned as he watched the enormous door swing open with such
force, a harsh cold breeze from outside rushed him. Henry shuddered
in his little bug costume as the cold night air swarmed him from the
wide open door. The chilly air kept Henry more than distracted as he
stood still on the ground waiting for the biting air to stop stinging
his exposed skin.
“SHUT
THE DOOR!” Henry shouted as he glared up at his enormous sister
stupidly standing in the doorway like a statue. Hazel seemed to be
trying to figure something out, or maybe thinking of what to do next.
The several moments she stood there looking around the darkened room
made Henry’s teeth chatter from the chilling cold. Before he could
shout again, Hazel finally took a step into the home and shut the
door behind her. The slamming of the door made Henry jump at the
extreme force Hazel put into the closing of the door.
“Ooo,
shhhh,” Hazel muttered to herself as she told herself, sounding a
little giggle at her own words.
The
next thing that Hazel did was blinding, quite literally, as she
flipped the room lights on, blasting Henry with so much light he
swore he went blind. Wanting to bark at his sister’s stupid
actions, Henry was too busy cupping his face to keep the light from
searing his eyes. He could only hear his sister continue to talk to
herself as she stood somewhere nearby giggling, “Oh, right… no
one is home.”
“That’s
not true,” Henry grunted as he finally removed his hands from his
face and blinked back the bright lights. As his eyes were adjusting,
Henry heard something loud and deafening slam onto the floor followed
by another meteor sounding object striking the floor. Henry felt his
body shudder from the force of the noise. Henry’s head turned
toward the loud sound to see Hazel’s long black boots discarded to
the side nearby Henry. If he was just a few inches to the left he
would have found his whole world coming to a crushing conclusion.
“H-Hey!” Henry stuttered seeing the heel of one tipped over shoe.
“You almost hit me!” Henry cried out spinning around toward his
stupid sister.
Henry
glared up at Hazel, who was now looking at where her shoes had
landed, or maybe she was looking at Henry himself as he eyes waved
and swayed around trying to focus. It was now Henry could see what
state Hazel was in, a very intoxicated one. Her face was red and
blushed, her eyes were almost glazed over with a goofy smirk
constantly on her face, and her body was swaying to a mysterious
force she could feel. If that slight wobble in Hazel’s stance
didn’t give it away, the scent of alcohol surely did as it slowly
reached Henry’s nose now. Hazel was drunk.
The
awkward silence lasted for a few moments as Henry watched Hazel and
she soon started to watch him. Finally she spoke. A look of disgust
came over her face as she spoke with absolute disapproval, “Ugh, a
bug.”
Henry
didn’t know why, maybe it was that he had never been this small in
his home before, or he was used to his sister pointing out bugs for
him to get rid of. Whatever the reason behind it was, Henry spun
around expecting to see an actual bug. It wasn’t till he was
looking at the empty floor and the angle he was with it, that things
slowly clicked with him. She wasn’t talking about a bug, she was
talking about Henry. It soon dawned on him that his bug outfit must
have really seemed realistic, or at least to a drunk Hazel. “Wait,”
Henry quickly said, turning around toward his sister. In the split
second it took for him to look behind himself and turn back around to
her, Hazel was already on him. Henry gasped as he watched his sister
already lifting up her right pantyhose covered foot high up in the
air.
“Disgusting
looking thing,” Hazel muttered as she seemed to be aiming her foot
to stomp on Henry, right where he stood. Hazel went on as she lined
up her stomper with Henry’s fear locked body, frozen unable to
move, “Come into MY home… and than just standing there like the
dumb little bitch that you are.” Hazel scoffed, as Henry could see
the patch work on her pitch black leotards, crisscrossing under her
enormous foot hovering in the sky.
Henry
tried to scream up at his sister, but all he got out was her name,
“HAZEL-”
The
wall of dark fabric came crashing down and smothering Henry into an
oblivion. The hot humid atmosphere coming off his sister’s soles
smelled of sweaty soap as it smashed into him. A nice salty smell
that stung but seemed slightly familiar. Henry felt the impact of his
sister’s foot flatten him on his back. The wall of black fabric,
smelling funky, smashed into Henry and pinned him down with such
force that Henry felt the air in his body expel from the crushing
weight hitting him like a car or bus. His sister was trying to crush
him! She wasn’t playing around as the ball of her foot mashed into
Henry’s face and body, holding him still as more pressure was
applied, crushing his tiny body into the hard ground like he was
nothing more than an insect. Every bone in Henry’s body creaked and
cracked, as he felt things scream in protest, that his own voice
couldn’t produce from the crunching force applied to him. Henry
felt himself blacking out, or maybe it was just the darkness swarming
him as his vision faded from all the dark black fabric around him.
Suddenly
the pressure was lifted off of Henry and he gasped and wheezed, as
fresh non-sweaty stinky air flew into his mouth and nose. Coughing,
Henry tried to move but felt his body protest as he couldn’t roll
off his back from the flattening he experienced.
Then
his sister’s sadistically cruel voice called out from above, “Yuck,
still squirming?” Henry felt his eyes focus on his enormous sister
peering down at him as she hiccuped. She looked like she wanted to
burp or throw up for a moment, however she quickly got control of
herself. Just in time to tell Henry, “You can just, like, die
already.”
Henry
felt fear and horror fill his weakened and bruised body as Hazel’s
foot came back into view blocking out the light again. There wasn't
much warning as the large looming leg landed on his body. Henry again
coughed out any air in his lungs and was hit by a sticky wet patch
that was laced in his sister’s leggings. The smell and liquid sting
harder than before as it got into Henry’s mouth and eyes. He was in
pure hell, but figured it was just a matter of moments before it
ended. Either crushed to a mushy mess or left to lay there in
agonizing pain. Just as Henry thought he was gonna split open like a
watermelon, his sister removed her foot and again looked down at
Henry’s flattened body.
This
time, he knew better, he acted deader than a doornail. It wasn’t
hard considering how his limbs and body felt. It was like he had
shattered every bone in his body. He didn’t even want to breathe in
case his sister could see his chest move. Sure enough she peered down
at Henry for a good solid minute or two. Then she sighed, “Finally.
Yuck...”
Henry
relaxed a degree as his sister stood up straighter in a wobbly sway,
clearly satisfied with her job assaulting his body. He just had to
wait for her to walk away, than he could unshrink and-
Hazel
started to dig around in her purse. Henry was confused as he watched
his sister stumble around and shifted stuff around looking for
something. Finally she grabbed what she wanted and pulled it out of
her purse. Henry felt his heart flutter at the white sheet of paper
pulled out. A tissue paper. Hazel held the paper in her hand, if
Henry had any hope that it was for her to blow her nose, it soon
vanished as Hazel started to bend forward with the white blanket of
tissue aimed for him. Henry screamed as he was quickly scooped up and
twisted up in a tangled mess of white sheets. The cloth wrapping and
rolling over his body as Hazel covered him in layers of paper.
“HAZEL! STOP!! HELP!!!!” Henry screamed as he felt her grip on
him tighten to a terribly merciless hold.
Not
knowing where he was going or what Hazel was thinking, Henry was
helpless as he was carried off to God knew where. Some more walking
and something snapping on and suddenly the enclosing hand soon
vanished, letting him go. Henry was falling in a could of fluffy
white as he continued to fall aimlessly. Suddenly he hit something
solid and wet at the same time. Cold freezing water hit his skin and
he felt the layers around him turn into a damp wet fabric that soaked
around him as he started to choke and drown on what tasted like
water. Henry's muffled screamed bubbled around him as he frantically
tried to escape his watery doom….
Dustin
watched his best friend get stomped to death by his sister and picked
up to be tossed away like trash. Dustin could hear both Trisha and
Ben’s screams of horror as they mirrored just how Dustin felt right
now. They just watched their best friend get smothered to death by
his fucking own sister. Now they were in the living room waiting for
something to happen…
“I
gotta get out of here,” Ben quickly remarked with panic.
“Wait,
where are you going,” Trisha called out from her candy bowl.
“I
NEED TO GET BACK TO NORMAL!” Ben almost screamed, as he quickly
tried to clamor down the same way Henry did. Dustin watched the gray
fuzzy guy hurry as fast as he could down to the floor. Dustin peered
over the table to see Ben landing on the ground and was about to head
to the shrinking device. However the sound of some stumbling
footsteps approaching, made Ben freak out. He quickly dove for the
couch as he tried to hide. Sure enough Dustin watched Hazel, that
sexy she-beast that killed her little brother, stumble into the room.
She didn’t look so hot, well she was still HOT HOT, but not like
looking very sober. She was practically leaning into the wall as she
slumped into the room.
She
entered the living room, Hazel had to walk through the kitchen that
connected the living room with the rest of the house. As she headed
into the kitchen, Dustin saw Hazel pause before letting out an Aww,
noise. “Cici…. did Henry leave you out there all night? Awwww
poor baby,” Hazel whined, as she opened the backyard door to let
the family pet back inside. Dustin could hear the sounds of meowing
and purring in the kitchen. Cici was back inside and it sounded like
she was giving Hazel some loving attention for getting her out of the
freezing cold night air.
Dustin
looked to see if Ben was going to head toward the shrinking device,
but he was out of sight right now. Turning to Trisha, Dustin couldn’t
tell what he should be doing next, “What do we do?” Dustin asked
her. Trisha still seemed mortified at what they saw just moments ago,
the question seemed to go over her head. It took Dustin a moment to
realize she was in shock right now. “Trisha!”
This
seemed to help snap her out of her gridlock as she looked out from
the bowl she was in and at Dustin, looking just as horrified if not
sickened as he was right now. Dustin waited for some words of wisdom
or plan from Trisha, but before he could hear them the sound of
falling footsteps approaching reached Dustin’s ears. He slowly
turned around to watch that gorgeous body of Hazel walking in a not
so straight line toward him.
Swallowing
whatever fear he could, Dustin decided he would try and wave her
down. Dustin waited till Hazel was closer and nearly towering over
the table before he tried to jump up and down to get her attention.
It was now that Dustin realized that he had a problem. The elongated
outfit he was in, restricted all his movements. He couldn’t really
bend his knees, and unable to move his knees meant unable to spring
up as much as he wanted. The amount of height he got from his jumping
was so little, he swore his feet didn’t even come off the table.
Dustin attempted a few more tires straightening his legs to try and
break out of the green outfit.
“Whaaaat
thhhhe… why,” Hazel muttered out loud slurring her words from
above.
Dustin
stopped trying to jump as he looked up at the puzzled and confused
looking woman. Her eyes were blinking a few times as if to focus or
make out what she was seeing. Noticing that she was looking, Dustin
went to wave his arms as she started to shout out Hazel’s name.
Sadly this didn’t seem to do much help as Hazel only leaned forward
and reached out with a wide and uncaring hand. The palm of Hazel’s
hand soon overwhelmed Dustin before he could react. He only got out
Hazel’s name in a very worried and confused cry, “Hazel?-”
The
force of Hazel’s palm smashed into Dustin and her long fingers
wrapped around him like a freaking lasso made of steel. Dusting felt
the crushing grip hold him firm and tightly as she lifted him up less
gently than he hoped for. He could feel his lungs and ribs compress
from the force of the fierce giantess picking him up. Air left his
body faster than he could cough up as she squeezed him firmly like a
squishy toy. Gasping for air, Dustin couldn’t’ say anything as
Hazel looked him over for the briefest of moments before she snorted,
“What’s this doing out of the fridge… fucking weird…”
That
was all Hazel responded just before walking away and lowering Dustin
from her face and ears. Dustin felt light headed and on the verge of
passing out as he couldn’t breath and was being swung around in
Hazel’s crushing grip. Dustin saw the floor moving as his vision
started to black out. Just as Dustin thought he was gonna pass out,
the crushing pressure on his body let go and he was falling. Dustin
was too busy taking in the fresh cool air to scream out for help. It
wasn’t long before he landed on something soft and comfy, something
that broke his fall. Dustin was coughing and trying to sit up in his
awkward suit as he tried to recover from his ordeal.
Dustin
heard the delighted voice of Hazel snort as she spoke, “Sweet, some
beer,” the sound of stuff being pushed and moved around above hit
Dustin’s ears. Where was he, beer?
Trying
to ignore his question, Dustin was starting to get enough air into
his lungs to try another scream as he noticed the ground under him.
Dustin was sitting on a bag of lettuce. There was a box or container
of red spheres about the size of his head. A bag of orange slightly
large cone like objects. A thing he had no idea what it could be, way
off in the corner. It all started to dawn on him where he was right
now. Looking up at the large white door open and Hazel’s hand
grabbing half a six pack from above told Dustin that he had to be in
the fucking fridge right now. In fact the objects around him were all
vegetables in the freaking crisper! She put Dustin in the goddamn
fridge!!!
The
shock of it lasted for a split second. Which was all the time Dustin
had to speak. “HAZ-”
The
door was slammed shut, shoving the drawer he was in with all the
chilled veggies back into the fridge and shutting out lights leaving
him in the dark. Dustin was tossed backwards with the slamming of the
refrigerator door and now as in the deep freezing cold confines of
the fridge. He was stuck….
Trisha
kept calling out for Ben to help or to do something. She never got a
reply. All she heard was some muttering and grumbling from Hazel
before a delighted cheer for, “BEER!” came from the kitchen.
Something shutting could be heard, before the sound of Hazel moving
in a stumbling motion, filled the home again. Trisha desperately
called out for Ben to do something, but she didn’t see him anywhere
or even hear him nearby. He was gone. Trisha was just understanding
this when something loud slammed down nearby. Spinning around in the
sea of candy, Trisha saw several large canisters towering over her.
The look of fresh cold cans of beer stood over her, yet there was one
figure that was MUCH taller than those metal looking towers, it was
Hazel. She was a behemoth sized beast, massively tall as her body
stood well above Trisha’s position. Trisha was still watching Hazel
as she held a remote in her hand.
“Could
go for a horror film… it’s still Halloween or whatever,” She
chuckled as she clicked a few buttons. Trisha watched as Hazel pretty
much chucked the remote toward the coffee table she was on. Ducking,
Trisha curled up in a ball as she heard the plastic device slam into
the table top. The sound of the TV playing whatever Hazel picked
filled the quiet room, soon it was followed by a massive body of a
person slamming down on the couch nearby. The creaking and crunching
of cushions and couch filled the room for a moment before Hazel let
out a loud sigh, “What a night.”
Trisha
continued to stay still hoping that Hazel didn’t see her. She
didn’t need to be squished like Henry, or have whatever happened to
Dustin happen to her. Trisha stayed oblivious to the loud world
around her as she tried to blend into the surrounding color coated
candies around her. Her whimpering was soon shattered when a loud pop
and fizzing sound could be heard, as Hazel snapped open the top of
one of her drinks. Trisha covered her ears as she heard the slurping
and sucking coming from the giantess nearby. It sounded like someone
turning on a jet engine as the slurping of the nearby drink filled
the air, even drowning out the sounds of the horror film starting. It
lasted for a while before the resounding echo of the can of booze
slapped the top of the table nearby. Trisha could feel the vibration
of the can hitting the table top through the many candy coated treats
around her.
It
was only after a few minutes that Trisha figured she couldn’t stay
here. There was no telling when someone would notice her-
Suddenly
her whole world rocked and swayed as candy boulders her size shifted
and moved around her. Trisha cried out as she felt a few roll over
her before shoving them off her. It wasn’t till a lingering face
came into view above, eyes wide with hunger glaring down from the
heavens. “Oooo candy,” Hazel smirked as she grinned with an open
mouth. “Don’t mind if I do…”
Trisha
wanted to protest, but before she could those long lengthy fingers
came down from above. They stabbed into the bowl of colorful candy
and gathered up a hefty amount. Trisha cried out as she felt herself
being dragged and pulled with the current of candy. She watched as
hundreds of small circular candies shaped like her rose out of the
bowl in a fist locked together to make a cage to hold them. A few
stray bits fell back down around Trisha, but the majority of them
were trapped. Trisha was horrified as she watched Hazel not even look
at her fist of chocolate as she smashed them into her enormously
gaping maw. The fist tossing them in like they were nothing before
the loud chomping of teeth slamming together with billions of
crunches and shattering candy shells filled the air. The sound of the
snack being obliterated into tiny pieces muted the horror film as
Trisha silently screamed at the sight of what the oblivious giantess
was doing. Any hope that a handful of M&M’s was all Hazel was
craving, evaporated when the unaware woman reached her hand back into
the small bowl of sweets toward Trisha.
“HAZEL!
HAZEL, OH JESUS,” Trisha screamed as she tried to out run those
fingers coming down. However those digits descended down faster than
Trisha could react. Hazel’s pinky just grazed Trisha as it carved
out another chunk of chocolate candy from the bowl. The massive fist
already pulling them up toward the still chewing and munching mouth
before spraying Hazel’s maw with more munches to replace the ones
swallowed. “OH FUCK OH FUCK,” Trisha panted as she spun around
and looked for a way out of the bowl. She hurried over the mounds of
candy as the crunching and crushing of the many M&M’s were
heard above. It wasn’t till Trisha reached the side of the bowl
that she realized she had a problem.
She
wasn’t tall enough.
Out
of the few handfuls of candy that Hazel had downed already, she
lowered the level just enough that Trisha couldn’t climb out. It
was like trying to jump out of a trap hole but with the ground
beneath her slowly sinking. “no no no,” Trisha wept as she
attempted again and again.
The
sound of heavy slurping and a loud sigh from above, brought Trisha’s
attention back to Hazel who was watching TV while sucking down her
beers with M&Ms.
The
TV was muted by a loud and a broad burp escaping Hazel for a moment.
She smirked and laughed, “That was a good one.”
Trisha
looked sickened by the sound of the disgusting burp from above, but
those thoughts vanished as the callous and uncaring hand came back
for more treats. Trisha screamed as one of Hazel’s fingers dug
toward her. The large wall of flesh stabbed near her and scooped up
several candy orbs. Trisha was discarded to the side as the pillar of
skin sliced through the dwindling amount of treats. Looking up Trisha
watched as another handful of chocolate vanished from the candy bowl
and into Hazel’s ravenous mouth. The countless crunches and
destruction of candy filled the air as Hazel ate away without a care
in the world. Trisha watched as microscopic sized color coated candy
covers sprinkled down from Hazel’s sloppy eating. It was like a
rainbow of colorful dust sprinkling down… which only reminded
Trisha of her fate if she didn’t find a freaking way out of here!
Panicking,
Trisha sprung up and climbed up a wall of candy as she tried to
calmer up a wall of porcelain material. Sadly she was even lower than
before as Trisha couldn’t reach the lip of the container. Freaking
out, she started to grab body sized M&M’s to try and stack them
up to get out. However even before she got close, a hand descended
and a massive indent of missing treats caused Trisha and the rest of
the M&M’s to sink downward even lower than before. Trisha was
horrified to watch the outlining ring above her rise up in the sky,
or for her to sink lower down, making escape that much harder.
This
worry wasn’t long lived as Hazel’s hand came back down once
again. The mass of M&M’s mashed into Hazel’s hand, to be
scooped out a major amount of sweets in one clawed hand Looking up at
the fist full of treats, Trisha watched as they were disposed of with
disregard into Hazel’s gaping mouth. Not even a second later the
slamming of teeth thundered above. The shattering and shredding of
M&M’s meet Trisha’s ears with sheer horror. Trisha watched
the unnoticing Giantess chomp and chew with enough force to
obliterate everything in her mouth without care. The clueless Hazel
was too occupied with her drinks and that stupid fucking film thrown
on, to even glance down toward Trisha.
Trisha
found that her words weren’t making their way toward Hazel’s
ears, or if they did, it was drowned out by the obnoxious noises from
Hazel’s mouth or the freaking TV. Trisha was on her own to find a
way out of here. The sides of the bowl were growing taller as the
amount of filling in the entrapping container dropped, lowering the
rocky floor that Trisha was on. Her hands wouldn’t even reach the
side of the bowl if she jumped. If she couldn’t get out then she
needed to get Hazel’s attention, which was almost impossible. The
giantess only glanced down for a moment to make sure her hand would
reach the bowl of treats before switching her attention back to the
TV. Trisha was sure all Hazel saw was a bunch of candies…
“MY
FUCKING COSTUME!” Trisha nearly screamed realizing that she
probably did look like any fucking piece of candy. She needed to get
out of the outfit if she even wanted to remotely get the drunken
Giantess’ attention. Trisha quickly started to look for the zipper
on her M&M suit. It was easier to get in the outfit but getting
out was more difficult than she thought. Trisha was bending and
twisting to reach that little metal bar to undo the clothing on her.
“Almost got it… just … a few more…” Trisha grumbled and
growled as she felt like she was twisting her arms all the way around
behind her back. Trisha felt her fingers touch the tip of the zipper
and felt a sigh of relief hit her as she grabbed it and started to
undo the back of her costume. Trisha was super lucky that nothing
distracted her, like maybe a giant hand scoping up candy…
Wait,
where was Hazel’s hand…
That
thought hit Trisha almost as hard as the actual impact, but sadly
only one of them was physical. Hazel’s massive palm slapped into
Trisha so hard that she felt herself black out for a moment. The
sound of her whole world coming undone, woke her up from that split
second. It took just a second for Hazel to grab a handful of M&M’s,
which sadly included Trisha in it. The dozen of colored candies hid
Trisha’s body in their multicolored designs. Trisha felt a red M&M
pin into her side as a brown one pushed up against her pinning her
hands from moving much. Trisha could just see past an enormous fleshy
finger as she was being lifted out of the bowl and toward a most
horrifying place.
The
loud TV was overshadowed by Hazel’s annoying chuckling, “Awww
poor thing, you were toooo slow. Now it’s time to say bye bye…”
Hazel's laughter made Trisha want to scream out at how close to home
the mocking was. Her voice was getting much closer as Hazel went on
teasing her, unaware of Trisha's situation, “And you were so close
to getting away…” Trisha knew that Hazel had to be talking about
the horror movie she was watching, but part of her couldn’t help
but feel that Hazel was doing this on fucking purpose. Like she
fucking knew she had Trisha in her palm!
Trisha
felt her stomach turn as the clamped hand turned and redirected
toward the speaking mouth. “Welp, it sucks to be you,” Hazel
laughed out loud and right into Trisha’s face. The smell of Hazel’s
drunk and chocolate breath made Trisha want to vomit. The combined
smells made Trisha sick, but the approaching dark cavern of a mouth
gaping open was what made Trisha’s stomach really heave. It was
dark, and only black patches of brown chewed up chocolate littered
the open pit. Hazel’s tongue was still wagging and swirling around
from her laugh, as her teeth, stained with the previous snack, caught
some light from the outside room. The same deadly objects that
smashed the Trisha sized candies into sloppy sludge a few moments
ago. The slimy layers of slobber pooled and oozed around the mouth.
Trisha couldn’t help but gag and shudder at what was about to
happen to her and the other candies around her.
To
Trisha’s credit, she didn’t scream like the silly actress on the
TV screen. The high pitched cry for help filled the room as Hazel
started to shove her fist into her mouth. Trisha felt her throat clog
up preventing any words. One moment she could see the mouth, the
next, she was in it. The hot slimy mouth coated her in liquids so
fast, Trisha felt like she was shoved into a fucking shower… only
if the shower water smelled like booze and chocolate. The bitter
scent of alcohol hitting Trisha’s nose was just as hard as the
sweet scent of chocolate. It was a disgusting mixture of smells, but
that was the least of Trisha’s problems as Hazel started to chew.
Trisha
screamed and begged for mercy, only to get a lump of chocolate coated
spite lodged in her mouth. Hazel’s drunken mouth was a true hell as
she chewed and threw food all over the place as she mashed and
gnashed her food around. Trisha was upside down, standing up, flopped
down on her face and then tossed somewhere else in a matter of
microseconds. She could do nothing but scream with a mouth full of
sweet M&M gunk goo hit her, as she continued to cry out in
Hazel’s mouth. The sounds of the horror film echoing into the
slightly open maw last just for a split second only to be silenced by
a deafening chomping and chomping of crunchy candy parts. Trisha
waited for a moment that everything would end when she was chewed up
into tiny parts. Or maybe she would lose a limb? Trisha couldn’t
tell what was going on or where she was in Hazel’s mouth, but when
everything stopped Trisha found she was in one piece and unharmed…
“I-I-,”
Trisha spit out the warm slime she had in her mouth. The taste of
Hazel’s chocolate booze tasting spit was worse than the smell all
around her. Trisha could only think of it like kissing a drunk person
after eating a bar of chocolate. Trisha sat there for a brief moment
recognizing that she was in fact in one piece. “I’m alive,” She
muttered in joy and shock.
However,
like most of the night so far, that was short lived.
The
sound of more screaming was heard as a hole opened in front of
Trisha. She could see outside of Hazel’s mouth, and the metal wall
approaching. The open hole came closer as Hazel went to sip her beer
to wash her mouth out. Trisha could only open her mouth to replicate
the same scream from the horror film as a tidal wave of booze washed
in toward her. The gallons of alcohol hit Trisha like a fire hydrant
going off as it launched her from her spot. One second Trisha was
sitting in a hot sticky swampy pool of mashed up chocolate candy, the
next a frigid wave of smelly beer water hit her and shoved her
backwards like a tidal wave. Trisha couldn’t breath as the surge of
drink collided with her and everything else in her mouth. The torrent
of liquid lasted for a few moments, but that was all the time Hazel
needed. One second Trisha was drowning in beer, the next she was
being gulped down like some common piece of candy.
Trisha
mentally screamed, only because she didn’t want to drown in beer as
she was chased down Hazel’s throat with a pool size amount of booze
around her. It was only a few seconds of near drowning before Trisha
felt the dragging sensation turn into a faint falling sensation. She
immediately hit a hot pool of liquid as sounds of gurgling and
groaning filled her new room. The chamber was filled with obnoxious
and disgusting sounds bubbling and roaring around her, but what was
worse was the smell. The horrible nasty scent of Hazel’s nightly
meal and drinks from the many hours she had been out, it hit Trisha’s
nostrils along with a very burning biting scent.
Trisha
already felt the effects of Hazel’s stomach on her. Her costume
provided little if no help of protection from the active stomach.
Before Trisha could think up a plan, a loud splashing was heard as a
wave of cold beer and chunks of chocolate rain down from the dark.
The cold brew helped a little… but not much.
“I
got-” Trisha gagged and coughed, “Out of…” Trisha realized
talking didn’t help. She needed out, RIGHT NOW! Trisha did the only
thing she could think of. She screamed as loud and as hard as she
could, her voice echoing around the fleshy walls around her and
making her throat sore, “HAAAAZZZEEEELLLL!! HEEEEEEEEEEEEELP
MEEEEEEEEEEEE!”
Hazel
took another gulp of her beer after polishing off the tasty candy in
the bowl. The faint sounds of screaming from the TV were slowly
fading away. She thought she was hearing random screams that seemed
out of place in of the horror film, like someone out side or whatever
screaming for help, but it was a stupid cheesy horror film. Hazel’s
drunk mind chalked it up to background noise in the film. Setting the
empty can of beer down on the table next to the empty bowl of M&M’s
and her other trash, Hazel sat back and sighed. She closed her eyes,
feeling her stomach gurgle and shift around digesting it’s new
content. The several beers and the many handfuls of chocolate candies
deposited in her gut. The sounds of her stomach working over time
made Hazel smile as she patted her slightly filled gut. The sounds
quickly turned into a loud burp that echoed through the house as
Hazel let out the gasses trapped in her tummy.
“Excu-”
Hazel stopped before smirking as she recalled, “Hehe, no one’s
home…” Hazel cocked her head and frowned as she thought about it.
Wasn’t Henry home… no he was at a party… “My brother, at a
party,” Hazel chuckled at the thought before leaning deeper into
the couch letting her stomach pop out and relax. “Wonder if he’s
getting lucky,” Hazel smirked with a goofy grin before frowning in
thought, “Ewwww, don’t want to think about that shit.”
Hazel
leaned forward and picked up a beer can and found it to be empty. So
was the next one she tried. However the third, she found just a
little left that she sipped less than a mouthful of beer before
crushing the can. Sighing Hazel leaned back into the couch with her
dizzy head and sloshing belly, “God…. It’s been forever since I
got laid….” Hazel let out a huff as she tried to recall the last
time she made love or just fucked something to be more accurate. It
was all a blur, well everything was a blur for her right now.
A
memory emerged from Hazel’s drunken state, someone she slept with.
The feeling, the touching, the fucking done. Hazel closed her eyes as
she recalled the event so clearly… or as clearly as she could like
she was right now. The thrusting, the kissing, the biting, heck even
the words that were used….
“Fuck…”
Hazel muttered as she could feel herself already getting into the
mood in her fucking blitzed state. Sadly she burned that bridge with…
Greg? Tod? Oh who cares what his name was. Hazel was just so turned
on right now, she needed to get off with fucking someone, ANYONE.
Hazel opened her eyes as she felt that burning desire in her crotch.
Not anyone… anything….That need to stick something inside and
just mix her insides up till she pops off. Hazel needed a-
“Cucumber…”
Hazel’s mouth turned into a goofy smirk at the sudden reminder of
the veggy she found.
Dustin
fidgeted in the dark fridge. He was fucking COLD. Not cold like frost
on his skin, but cold like he wanted a damn blanket and some hot
coco. He was so tired of rolling around on a bag of salad and bumping
into what he could only think was a very large carrot. What was worse
was he was shivering almost none stop at how cold it was. It took
Dustin a while to determine if he should still be dressed as a pickle
or keep it on as an extra layer to stay warm. The fact that Dustin’s
freezing fingers couldn’t fiddle with the zipper, kind of forced
his hand to keep his outfit on. Still, Dustin wasn’t enjoying his
time in the chilly crisper. The sounds of the enormous fridge motor
running every so often left his body shaking from not just the cold
but the sound. Dustin rolled over and bumped into something that
smelled like an onion.
Dustin
let out a cold tired sigh, which if there was light he was sure would
have given off a cloud of moisture. “So freaking cold…” Dustin
muttered again, rubbing his hands together and breathing into them.
He didn’t know how much longer he could last. Hopefully someone
would find him soon and let him out of this damn-
The
sudden jerking of the enormous fridge door hit Dustin with shock. He
wasn’t expecting anyone to find him this soon. The outside light
coming through the large solid door illuminated the silhouette of
someone. Dustin could only assume he knew who it was. There was only
one person in the house last time he checked, Hazel. Dustin held out
hope that someone got big recently and was going to help him, but the
moment the crisper drawer was yanked open with such force, Dustin
hope was dashed away. The sloppy looking Hazel gazed over a few items
before resting on Dustin. Dustin frowned, unable to speak as he
wasn’t sure what was going on. Was Hazel making a salad or
something?
“Found
it,” Hazel announced with slurred delight, as she reached forward
toward Dustin.
Dustin
opened his mouth as he watched Hazel’s enormous hand heading toward
him. Dustin didn’t even consider trying to move as he gasped as the
massive paw pounced on him. Dustin felt the shout in his lungs get
squeezed out as Hazel’s iron grip grounded out any sounds he wanted
to make. The crushing clasp on him was enough to make his ribs hurt
as the drunken Giantess picked Dustin up with no effort at all.
Dustin was shocked at how warm Hazel’s hands were compared to the
cold chilly chamber he was in. The warmth seeping into him from just
the touch of her palm, however he could have done without the
strangling grip on his body. As much as he liked not being chilly,
the fact he couldn’t make a noise from the monstrous hold she had
on him frightened him. Especially when she didn’t recognize him as
himself, and only as a… what did she see him as? What was she
planing to do with him, cut him up and eat him as a fucking snack?!
The
thought of a blade cutting into his costume and through him, made
Dustin silently scream what little air he had left in his lungs.
Dustin panicked and tried to move, but the hand clasped around
Dustin’s body and the cylinder like costume he was in didn’t do
him any favors. His body was wrapped up tighter than a burrito from a
Mexican restaurant.
Hazel
was the only one able to say anything, and in the state she was in,
most of it wouldn’t make sense. Something about being alone, having
fun, and freaky time? Dustin couldn’t understand the slightly
slurring giantess, and the throbbing from his lack of blood to his
head didn’t help him understand. Dustin felt his body being jerked
around as he was swung back and forth as Hazel walked out of the
kitchen and to another room. A light turned off with a snap of a
switch, was soon followed by another switch turning lights on in
another room. Dustin was violently swinging around as Hazel carried
him through a hallway. Another few light switches flipping on and off
and a slamming of a door brought Dustin to a sacred place, Hazel’s
bed room.
Dustin
caught a glimpse of a bed and some of the floor before he was
carelessly thrown through the air. Barely having time to breath,
Dustin flipped and tumbled through the air for a few moments before
hitting the softest material he ever knew. Bouncing a few times on
the fluffy bed, Dustin ended up face down on the sheets. Turning his
head to the side to gasp and cough, he quickly recovered his breath
from his journey here. Dustin was still coming to terms that he was
in Hazel’s bedroom with her in it. It was like a dream come true…
That
dream was slowly turning into a nightmare when there was a sudden
creak and shift on the ground around him. A large arm planted itself
next to Dustin. Dustin panted as he felt himself rolling over from
the change in the landscape, his arms still having trouble slowing
himself down. Soon he was on his back and looking up as Hazel was
already crawling onto the bed. Like a great magician, she had
magically made her clothes vanish in the small window of time of
tossing Dustin on her bed. Hazel was only in a bra climbing over
Dustin. Her body was more magical than he dreamed, the peak of
perfection, curves in the right spots, smooth and soft looking skin.
Her nude body was a sight to behold.
It
took Dustin a moment to realize that she was nude.
If
it was hard for Dustin to speak before, now it was impossible as he
caught sight of Hazel’s nether regions coming into view high above
him. Those pink perky pussy lips hanging just above Dustin as Hazel
clambered into bed. It wasn’t till her whole body was hovering over
Dustin that things started to click, especially why he was brought to
her bedroom.
It
dawned on him the moment a small little dribble of goo came dripping
down like a stray raindrop and landed on his face. “oh…” Dustin
whimpered at seeing how aroused Hazel was right now. His stunned
expression turned to pain as one of Hazel’s hands carelessly
captured Dustin in its grip. Sure enough the pain of the fierce
fingers wrapping around Dustin’s body felt like his body would be
crushed. Dustin tried to shout out Hazel’s name as he struggled in
the iron tight grip around him. His panic soon turned to amazement as
he was slowly brought up to that lovely opening. The one that he only
dreamed of seeing. The small but cute looking hole that he would have
loved to enter… but not like this.
Dustin
could feel the top of his pointed costume poke into the tight looking
opening. The sound of Hazel slowly inserting Dustin into herself
filled the room around him as the slick and sticky sounds crept over
him with each passing millimeter he was inserted. Dustin could hear
Hazel inhale deeply before exhaling loudly. The slow ascension of
Dustin into Hazel was suddenly changed into a jump upward as Dustin
felt at least a fourth of his body get slurped up inside of Hazel’s
relaxed tunnel. Dustin one moment was outside of Hazel’s honey
canal, and the next he was neck deep in it. Suddenly assaulted by the
smell and the strength of Hazel’s insides made Dustin sputter and
scream for mercy. He never expected to experience Hazel like this,
but Dustin had no say in how things were gonna turn out. Struggling
to get away, Dustin felt more of his body being shoved upward slowly.
Slimy tendrils of female liquid oozed over Dustin's face and through
his suit, which turned out not to be as waterproof as he hoped.
Strands of the gunk rolled over his body as it seemed the deeper he
went the wetter it got. What was Dustin just spitting droplets of the
fluid out of his mouth, soon turned to coughing and hacking up
mouthfuls of vile creamy cum. Dustin felt the liquid rubbed and
smeared in his face as Hazel used him as a living dildo. Keeping his
eyes closed, Dustin couldn’t help but feel like he was being
waterboarded by how much was being shoved and forced into his face.
Suddenly
Dustin was yanked out of the hell hole and freed from such torture.
The
panting and gasping sounds of Hazel filled the room as she held
Dustin firmly in her tight fist. Dustin didn’t know why he was
yanked out but he didn’t waste the time to spit and cough up
whatever was in his mouth and throat. He was too busy trying to pray
it was over to witness Hazel shifting around him. The sound of the
bed creaking and groaning was followed by Dustin feeling a change in
gravity. He did the best he could to shake his head dry and open his
eyes. Dustin felt sick to his stomach as he was now held upside down
and looking down into what he once thought was a heavenly hole, only
to find out that it was actually a hell hole. Hazel’s pulsating and
dripping dungeon was gaping open for more action. The quivering lips
looked hungry and desired more attention. Something that Hazel was
about to comply to. Dustin panted and sputtered before he screamed
out the name of his tormentor. However Dustin heard the shouting
scream leaving his compressed chest in a weak whimper,
“Hazzzzzeeellll!”
There
was no acknowledgment if she heard Dustin, as Hazel went back to
doing her business in her bedroom. Hazel’s hand came down with such
force and accuracy, it would have amazed anyone at the skill,
especially at how drunk she seemed. Dustin one moment was gasping for
air before he was jabbed back into his jail. The tight and terrible
tunnel he was tossed in, slurped him up in its slimy embrace. Dustin
was dunked into Hazel’s depths, submerged in her suffocating
secretion. Jerked up and down and spun around a few times and smashed
back in. Dustin felt like he was being grounded into goo. The only
breather he got was when Dustin slipped out of Hazel’s hand or she
switched positions for a better angle. These only gave Dustin enough
time to recover before Hazel was back at it slamming him back into
her never satisfied love tunnel. Dustin continued to be assaulted by
waves of fresh female fumes and the never ending bumps and groves
that lined the inside of Hazel’s body. The surging slime washed
over Dustin like an ocean current. Waves of the fluids flowing over
his body only to be pulled out of the surf for a split second, just
to be dunked back in for more. The scent of Hazel was baked into
Dustin’s skull as that was all he could smell and taste as Hazel
once again shifted positions.
Dustin
vomited up what he thought was a gallon of Hazel juice as he tiredly
looked up at the pulsating pussy panting for more above him. She was
once again straddling the bed with her hips up in the air lined up
above Dustin like a hammer about to pound a nail in. The mouth of
Hazel’s lower body matched in sync with Hazel’s own breathing.
Fast and sloppy.
“Alllllmooooost,
thhhhhheeeere,” Hazel muttered and purred in some sleepy sloppy
slur that Dustin barely made out.
At
this point, Dustin was done. He just wanted it to be over. The sooner
she came the sooner she would be done with him.
Once
again, back into the fray, Dustin was tossed in. The motions were
more sloppy and lazy as he felt his face slam more into Hazel’s
inner walls than ever before. It seemed Hazel was doing as she
wanted, to hurry up and finish, disregard technique. It was all about
speed and pace now. Dustin felt himself being shoved and twisted,
spun around and yanked about like the fuck toy he was. His face and
limbs being jostled around like he was a rag doll in a storm. Waves
of sticky steamy like slime slid over his body as he was yanked and
pushed around with disregard for his safety. Dustin wasn’t sure if
he would ever feel dry after this. It was like his soul had been
drenched for life. Cum oozed from every opening he had, from his nose
and ears down to his… well other parts. The invasive cream coated
him to a point he didn’t know was possible, not even a shower had
touched him like this. Still Hazel didn’t let up as she submerged
Dustin in her deep depths over and over again.
Finally
it happened. Dustin felt the hand on his feet hold tighter and move
more fiercely. The walls his face was battered into countless times
started to react and twitch. The muscles squeezing and retracting.
Everything got tight and made it harder for Dustin to move or breath,
as he was jiggled around like some kind of stirring rod. Dustin was
pulled out for a split second, enough time for fresh air to hit his
face. Gasping like he had done a million times before, Dustin
prepared for the finale. What a finisher it was…
Dustin
was forced so far inside his head and the top of the costume collided
with a brick wall, or cervix of Hazel, the literal end of the tunnel.
His head bumping into the firm but fleshy ceiling above… or below
him? Dustin was pushed inside, with his whole body having to be
stuffed up Hazel’s cunt. Then came her climatic climax. As if a
series of dynamite sticks went off, waves of collapsing tunnel walls
crushed in on Dustin as they pinched and smashed into his body to
squeeze him like an orange. His arms pinned and legs were smashed
together. Dustin felt his body get compressed like he was in a trash
compactor. A torrent of hot humid human lube came crashing and
flooding all around Dustin’s head. The tidal wave of sticky slim
slathered him to the depths of his core as he could feel it ooze
around him. The climax went on for a few moments as more and more
female fluids flooded the chamber and pooled around him. It surged
over Dustin submerging him in the almost syrupy like material.
By
the time Hazel was done orgasming, Dustin was recovering too. He had
managed to suppress his breath without losing it this time. His lungs
held the air in as he felt the walls around him relax a few degrees.
It was just enough that his body wasn’t being pinched to death. The
liquid around him was still sticking to his skin, lessened in
pressure but still pooled around. Dustin kept his breath in as he
waited. Just waiting for Hazel. All she had to do was extract him
from her innards. Any minute now….
Any…
Second…
Now…
Dustin
started to feel panic rise as he felt his breath growing stale. He
needed air, but he was too stuck inside Hazel to escape himself. The
walls offered no movement and he was beyond chest deep in fluids. The
liquid was everywhere and threatening to drown him. Panic started to
set in as Dustin heard a deep drunk droning sound. A rumbling that
shook Dustin deeply, a loud snoring sound.
Hazel
was passed out.
Dustin
felt his worry hit him full force as he let out a muffled bubbling
cry for help. The air leaving his lungs was soon filled with the
material around him causing him to gag and gulp what he could to try
and get fresh air. His arms moving and slipping form the slick
surface and lack of leverage. He couldn’t get his limbs to push him
out as they slipped or were unable to get any decent push off or
movement. HE WAS STUCK!
All
of Dustin’s frantic flailing and movements got only one reaction
from Hazel. She let out a loud snort, followed by her rolling over,
leaving Dustin still trapped deep in her depths to drown in her
dungeon between her legs. The opening that Dustin needed to leave
from, was slowly closing up as Hazel sealed Dustin inside for the
rest of the night...
Ben
hid under the couch. He didn’t know how long it had been, he just
knew that Hazel, Henry’s sister, got up to leave the room. Her
chewing, laughing, and whatever else she was doing came to an end as
the sound of her getting off the couch above filled Ben with rejoice.
The thumping of her feet leaving the room made Ben all that more
relieved that he was safe. She didn’t know he was here. Sadly he
didn’t know what happened to the others, Trisha and Dustin. However
he prayed that they were safe. Ben’s attention was on the dark
outline of his machine by the door, the object he desired to use to
return him to full size and out of this fucking nightmare. The sounds
of Hazel doing more stuff in the kitchen was irrelevant to Ben. It
wasn’t till he heard some lights switching off, followed by the
dead of the night filling the home, and finally the sound of a door
slamming shut to signal the end of Hazel’s reign in the house. She
went to bed.
Ben
felt a deep held sigh leave his lips as he quickly realized he was
holding his breath the whole time Hazel was in the room. Taking a few
deep breaths to relax and prepare for the quick journey to the
resizing machine, Ben patted his chest to calm down from the heavy
beating.
“Oh
shit. That was a close one,” He muttered to himself as he slowly
walked out from the couch. The dark room was hard to see through, but
Ben knew the general direction to head toward. The size machine was
basically in this direction, and if he missed it… well he just
needed to turn left or right and crawl along the wall. Once he turned
back to his normal size he would-
There
was the sound of movement in the dark that made Ben freeze. It was
the sound of something shifting in the dark. If something was moving
besides him, that meant that Ben wasn’t alone.
“wh-who-who
is that,” Ben called out, frightened at the sound. He turned around
and looked through the darkness but found nothing. The sound seemed
to vanish with the owner too as Ben saw nothing out of the ordinary
in the deep dark night, however he knew he heard something.
“H-Hello?” Ben called out, but he got no response. Frightened by
the mysterious noise, Ben picked up his pace and started to head
toward the device faster now. He didn’t know if he was imagining
things, but he was terrified at whatever made that noise. As Ben
hurried toward the machine, there was another sound, something
landing on the coffee table behind him. Unable to stop himself, Ben
turned and looked in the pitch black darkness to see what the sound
was. All he saw was a pair of bright yellow eyes glowing above the
area the table was, locked in on his position.
“OH
FUCK!” Ben screamed seeing the orbs hovering there. He had no idea
who they belonged to, but they were fastened in on him. Ben panicked
and bolted for the resizing machine. He ran as hard as he could.
Panting his legs pumped as fast and ferrous as they could. Yet the
sound of something gracefully landing nearby and hurrying toward him
with an alarming speed made Ben scream in fear at how fucked he was.
Ben was so close to the device… however something hard and strong
came out of nowhere and swiped at him on the left. The force of the
object was enormous as it slammed into Ben and launched him across
the floor like a hockey puck. He flipped and skidded to a stop with
what he could only assume with a broken arm or leg. Ben weakly tried
to get up, whimpering at the pain he was in as he lost sight of the
eyes. Glancing around, he saw nothing but darkness. “Wh… what?”
Ben muttered as he tried to find his assailant. “Where ar-are you…
what do you… want,” Ben gasped holding his injured limb.
As
Ben looked he didn’t notice the object from off to the side as
something large slapped into him again. The impact slammed into his
back like a raging bull out of nowhere. Ben went tumbling across the
hard floor as the force battered him into a dazed state. Ben couldn’t
help but sit up muttering as his body felt numb and in pain. By the
time Ben came conscious of what was going on, it was too late. A
large towering object with bright brilliant yellow eyes gleamed down
at him from above. The size of this creature was enormous to Ben. Ben
looked up at those eerie eyes as they looked down at him… with
delight.
“No…
no!” Ben shouted as he started to crawl away from the enormous
beast before him. It was too dark for Ben to see, but as he crawled
away, something large slapped down on his back. The large fuzzy
object slammed into him and pinned Ben’s squirming body to the
ground. He could feel something sharp poking into his back like
blades. Unable to move, Ben was stuck in place as the large object
held him in place. Ben furiously tried to run away, but it didn't
help. Suddenly Ben felt a large wet object touch his legs. The almost
large carpet-like structure started to crawl up Ben’s body as he
felt the hot saliva of this beast drip on him through his costume. As
the wave of dampest came up Ben’s body he felt a horrible sensation
as his small mouse costume started to peel apart. He could feel part
of it jerking off from the scraping motion. The strong forceful
object licking up his body was pulling and yanking up the fuzzy
particles of his costume. It took only two licks before Ben knew his
suit was shredded to nothingness. “STOP! NO NO NO!” Ben squealed
under the hard pressing mass on his back. The slightly sharp claws
digging into his back harsher as he struggled, he was stuck as the
licking continued. Sadly the creature above him didn't listen to any
of his pleading, as it started another attack on him. Again the large
damp dredging sensation came back up Ben’s back. He could feel the
pinching sensation of his own body hairs being yanked off his body as
the weird wet object ran up his legs and back. Every body hair he had
was being pulled out from his skin. Hairs he didn’t even know he
had plucked, as the smooth but rough sensation of that object slid
off his body. It wasn't’ till the third pass over that Ben felt his
back being smoother than a baby’s bottom. Any natural hair he had
was yanked out harshly. There he lay pinned with the force of a truck
sitting on him, butt ass naked and skin bare to this creature.
It
wasn’t till he heard a harsh meow from above, that Ben realized
what was attacking him. Horrified at the almost harmless creature was
doing to him, Ben tried to persuade the animal to leave him alone,
“BIBI! OR MIMI! FUCK! CAT STOP STOP STOP!!! OMG PLEASE!” Ben
screamed his heart out. However the sudden feeling of hot feline
breath on the back of his neck made him weep as he knew what was
coming next. The nasty smell of cat food oozed over his head. The
droplets of sweat were mixed with the moisture of the kitty’s
breathing. Ben knew this was it, he knew how cats hunted… and this
was no exception. “Please,” Ben whimpered as he felt the hard
solid sharp feeling of teeth at the back of his neck wrapping around
it. Ben wanted to say something, but he was a mess as he felt the
full weight of the pet cat pushing down on him to keep him from
getting away. The harsh feeling of teeth to skin, the smelly scent of
old nasty cat breath washing over him as he wiggled to get free.
Finally the sensation to end it all as Cici went in for the kill. The
last thought Ben had was, “Why did I pick to be a fucking mouse…..”
Hazel
felt her head throbbing as she started to wake up with the worst
hangover in history. Before she could even groan or move she felt
something else, a more intrusive feeling down between her legs.
Slowly moving and grimacing the whole time, Hazel slid her very
confused hand down there and touched the weird object half sticking
out of her snatch. It wasn’t till she touched it that a flash back
to last night of her and a fucking cucumber came to her recollection.
Along with a large nasty hangover.
“Ohhhhh,”
Hazel groaned, feeling her tired and exhausted body screaming at her
for going way too hard last night. Her head was pulsating with each
pump of blood to her skull. With one hand on her head and another on
the vegetable half sticking out of her crotch, Hazel went to sit up
in bed. Slowly she pulled the now spoiled veggie out of her sore
snatch. Sleeping with an object inside her was NOT a good idea,
something she had no idea how she could have done that. Not even
looking at what had to be a pickle from the overnight soaking it went
through, Hazel got up off her bed. Slowly walking toward the kitchen
for some water, Hazel groaned as she made the long journey there.
Hazel entered the kitchen and spotted the trash can, not even looking
at the once edible food now dirty trash, she chucked it with a loud
thump into the trash can before grabbing some water. “I guess I’ll
need to get another cucumber,” Hazel sighed at her drunken self.
Still she couldn’t help but smirk at the fact that she actually got
off with a vegetable like that, she felt so dirty doing so, yet kind
of kinky...
It
wasn’t till the second glass of water that Hazel noticed that Henry
wasn’t home, or maybe he was in his room. Either way, Hazel felt
proud for her little bro actually having fun at a party and possibly
getting laid. She knew he had it in himself, he was her brother after
all. As Hazel gulped down her water she heard a meowing nearby.
Curious at what Cici was making a loud fuss about, Hazel shuffled
into the living room. At first Hazel thought Cici got into something,
but then she spotted what was left of the ugly looking mouse she
caught last night. At first Hazel was disgusted at Cici mess that she
was still playing and picking at, but than mice and rats were fucking
disgusting pest. Proud of the family cat doing her job, Hazel went to
pet her… however something stopped Hazel from getting too close.
“oh…”
Hazel groaned as she felt something going on in her guts. Something
last night wasn’t sitting well with her. Maybe it was all her
drinking, or maybe it was that weird midnight snack she had when she
got home. She couldn’t recall what she ate, the sign of the
remaining six pack of empty beers told Hazel that she didn’t head
to bed when she got home. “Stupid stupid stupid,” Hazel
complained as she felt the heavy shift in her telling her there was
no time to blame her drunk past self.
Leaving
Cici and her prize alone, Hazel headed toward the bathroom. She was
only a few steps away when she felt the most unholy feeling run up
from her backside and spine making her shudder, “Shit shit shit
shit.” Hazel hardly made it to the bathroom when she felt like her
colon was about to collapse. Her butt was barely on the toilet before
the bathroom fan came to life. She didn’t bother shutting the door
as she was the only one home. A very small reprieve that no one would
hear what was about to happen.
Hazel
just prayed that Henry didn’t walk in on her using the bathroom,
cause this shit was gonna get messy...
Henry
shivered in the damp cold water. After Hazel dropped his injured body
into the toilet with the tissue she covered him in, he nearly
drowned. However Henry was lucky enough to escape the white wall of
paper as it sogged up and sank into the waters. Now he had the
problem of floating in cold water surrounded in darkness. Hours and
hours passed as Henry did his best not to go into shock from his
injuries and to stay afloat. He was exhausted, mentally and
physically. He thought he swam to the edge of the water but after so
many hours, he figured he'd been swimming in circles, it wasn’t
easy using just one arm.
The
only hope that Henry had all night was that someone told Hazel or got
big, however as the evening turned to day, Henry’s hopes slowly
died. Someone should have done something by now, but they hadn’t.
Which meant something had to have happened to all of them, right? Or
did they forget about him or did they think he was dead?!
Henry
didn’t know what had happened to the others, but it seemed so
illogical that any of the others forgot about him, right? Was it
possible that they assumed he was a goner and didn’t say a word to
Hazel? Henry couldn’t help but try and tackle this thought as he
floated in the dark waters.
Suddenly
the water quaked and shook as waves started to ripple around him from
vibrations outside. The sound of thumping grew louder as something
massive came closer. It wasn’t till Henry thought the waves in the
unseeable waters were gonna flip him that a bright light flash all
around him. The water reflected the blinding light from all angles,
making Henry gasp and shut his eyes. The thunderous sounds increased
for a few moments before it stopped. Something loud slamming down
caused Henry to wince as he tried to get his eyes to adjust to the
light. Sadly they never did as an enormous shadow blackened the sky.
Henry blinked a few times before he saw a sight he really didn’t
want to see.
It
was a butt.
The
enormous ass above was one that Henry had never seen before, but it
didn’t take a rocket scientist to deduce whose butt that was. Henry
felt his face twist at the thought of seeing Hazel’s naked booty
coming down from above. That was till Henry recalled where he was,
and what this might mean for him at this very moment. The round
elliptical object hanging above him continued its downward descent
till a deafening plop echoed around him from the impact. Hazel had
just sealed Henry’s fate as she sat down above him.
Not
one to give up, Henry started to scream for his sister’s attention.
Every word he shouted bounced off the porcelain walls but never
seemed to escape the bowl. His splashing and thrashing around only
disrupted the water around him, most likely the waves died down
before even reaching the side of the toilet bowl. Henry was floating
in near darkness as he waited for any response from his older sister.
The
response he got was not the one he was looking for.
There
was nearly no warning as a gigantic splashing sound hit the water
with a continuous roaring flow. The water started to ripple as Henry
frowned at what was happening. Only the distant smell of alcohol
spiked urine hitting his nostrils told him that his sister was
peeing. The surge in the water current was already pulling at Henry
as he was soon caught in the tide. The cold water was sadly warming
up, something that Henry wasn’t sure if he should be happy or
disgusted at the more relaxing rise in temperature. The aroma filling
the toilet was becoming a toxic nauseous smell that made Henry gag
whenever he inhaled. Still the explosive sound of liquid hitting
liquid filled the chamber as Henry did his best not to fall victim to
his sister’s piss. Henry had given up trying to scream for help, as
he clearly wasn’t heard before the eruption from Hazel’s urethra,
now it would be like trying to talk across an active war zone. The
explosive pee hitting the toilet caused plenty of droplets and mist
to form, carrying the vile mixture throughout the chamber. Henry had
to cover his face so as not to inhale the vapors of his sister’s
piss.
It
lasted only for a few moments, but Henry thought he was in hell for
years. The hot bitter liquid filling the toilet left him in a
horrible state as he laid in the warm morning piss. The lingering
smell told Henry a little more information than he wanted about his
sister’ diet.
Floating
in the disgusting ocean of sister pee and water, Henry could only
think of what was next. The sudden surge of water and turmoil that
would follow a flushing, was something that Henry wasn’t ready to
fight. If there was ever a time to escape, now was the time. Henry
splashed around forcing himself forward from his darkened position
under Hazel’s ass toward the back of the toilet. As Henry made his
way through the endless water, there was an awe shattering light that
shone in from behind him. Henry turned around and watched as a
triangle of light started to peak in. Shocked and confused, Henry
looked upward.
Henry
watched as his sister’s legs started to splay open. He gazed up as
his sister was starting to lean backwards on the seat above. As she
started to sit more relaxed and pressed backward, more light shone
into the dark seas below her legs. Henry paused… he didn’t know
what was going on, but his sister wasn’t flushing yet. She hadn’t
even wiped yet. This gave him time to escape, or maybe time to scream
for her to notice him. Henry was torn between trying to climb out of
the water by heading to the side or deeper in the water to get
noticed from above. Seeing as he wasn’t too far from Hazel’s
gaping legs, he figured that was the best way to get help. Even if he
made it to the side of the toilet, he was still fucked without Hazel
noticing him. Hoping this was the right move, Henry splashed through
the pee filled pool of water to get into Hazel’s line of sight.
The
swim was exhausting for Henry as he made his way toward the bright
opening that could possibly save him. Henry spat out more mixed water
from his mouth as he tread and swam the best he could. Henry didn’t
have too much further to travel to be in the revealing light, the
signal that he could be seen by the one up above. The glistening
gleam from above would let Hazel spot him out of the yellow murky
waters below. Henry just had to make it there.
The
black line in the water showing off where the light touched was just
inches away from Henry. He was so close he could feel the light on
his skin. He just had to pass beyond that point…
Just
as the light shone on Henry’s batter body, there was a disgusting
sound from above. The sky ripped open with thunder and a deep loud
bass rumbling sound rocketing out from the heavens. Henry paused as
he heard the heavy fart being ripped high above.
The
roaring winds cast down on Henry made all his hope for safety vanish.
The rancid smell hitting Henry’s nose made him cry out in alarm as
he did his best not to smell his sister’s disgusting fart. As long
as the fart started, it slowly started to evolve into something else
that Henry truly felt despair. Once the sound of the gas exiting his
older sister vanished, there was a very calm silence in the rotten
smelling toilet of stench. That silence lasted for just a moment, a
calm before a hellish storm. Henry was still gagging at the atrocious
smell when he heard something grumbling. His sister’s guts let out
a rumble so loud that he was sure he felt the toilet water vibrate in
tune to it. Henry had enough time to look up to see that asshole
pucker for a moment. Henry felt tears in his eyes as he knew what
kind of shit show he was in for. Trying to get his sister’s
attention was the worst move he could have made…
Henry
had no time to turn and flee as the quivering booty hole shivered one
last time before it opened up. Like a flood gate being opened on a
dam, the most unholy of sights vomited out from that sphincter
hanging above. Countless gallons of gunk gushed out. Henry watched as
the downpour of dirty water collided with the already soiled water he
was in. Not too far from the nasty geyser of grossness, Henry felt
the water ripple from the enormous impact of Hazel’s personal
horror show. The waterfall of waste slammed into the yellowish water
instantly turning it into a muddy mucky mess. The corrosive color
spread out and washed over Henry who was still stuck in the storm of
shit. The roaring rage of Hazel’s asshole blew away any sound as
all Henry could hear was the pounding putter of poop plopping down
from the sky into the liquid below. Tidal waves of muddy water flowed
around Henry catching him in the current and spinning him around with
everything else that came out of Hazel. It felt like minutes as the
torrent of terror never ceased. Parts of crud that made it through
digestion and clumps of crap were surging around Henry to the point
he wasn’t sure if he wanted to live through this ordeal.
Finally
the force of Hazel’s dump slowed down and finally Henry was left
with just sputtering spasms from above spewing speckles of shit
downward. The sounds of Hazel trying to empty more of her now
completely empty tank, was heard with her harsh grunts. Add the
sounds of wet splats from her anus, only made Henry shudder as he
stewed in this shit show surrounding him. Unmentionable things
touched or bumped into him making him want to gag as he somehow found
a way to stay afloat among the debris. Henry was ready for the end,
at this point he had gone through such horrors, that he couldn’t
imagine living knowing what he just experienced.
Something
bumped into him, something firmer than what he was expecting. Henry
slowly glanced over to his side to see what it was. His confusion
turned to disgust as it was something not completely digested by his
sister. Looking at the crumpled up dirty looking green object made
Henry wonder if it was a pea or whatever Hazel ate the other night.
It wasn’t till the object came back closer that Henry let out a
horrified sound as he realized what it was. The tarnished M letter
coating the green top let him know that it was the costume belonging
to Trisha.
“Trisha?!
Trisha!!?!?” Henry screamed before gagging from the horrible filth
that he tasted and smelled around him. Henry felt a disgusted feeling
in his gut, and it wasn’t because of the shit around him. It was
the shit he knew that happened to Trisha. Hazel ate her… judging by
no one else coming to his rescue his hope for someone surviving were
drastically dashed away as it seemed he might be the only survivor…
at least for now.
The
thought was dashed away as something crumpled up fell from above. A
ball with marks of white, yellow, and brown dropped from above. The
meteor hit the water with a sudden splash followed by a few more.
Henry
looked up as Hazel groaned and started to get up. Henry shuddered at
the idea of his oblivious sister killing not just his friends, but
him too. He spat whatever foul taste he had in his mouth as he
started to splash and scream as loud as he could. He watched as his
sister turned around and looked at the horror scene she made in the
toilet. Those exhausted eyes gazing around, as if looking but not
seeing. Henry felt them staring right at him as she huffed a grunt
from her lungs.
“Hopefully
Henry got luckier than I did, the little punk deserves it,” Hazel
sighed as she reached for the flusher with Henry doing everything in
his power to be noticed. “Because this was one SHITTY Halloween…”
Hazel snorted at the crappy joke she spoke as she finished her
business with a loud roaring flush. Henry was forced to experience
the aftermath of his sister’s shity night, and a very much crappier
morning as he joined Hazel’s Halloween leftovers on their journey
down the pipe…