Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. Any likeness or
resemblance to any actual person, living or deceased, or to any factual
occurrence is merely coincidental.
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It’s ill-timed that
Laura and Jessica must run the health centre on a sunny Saturday
afternoon. Jessica was reluctant to
leave me alone in our home because of my minuscule size, so she opted to drop
me at my younger sister, Winkie’s pristine studio apartment on the corporate
grounds. Indeed, I am pleased that she
has earned her residency as the newest doctor in Laura’s research team and
received a full dose of the Nano Intelligent Cells (NIC). Since she has received the injection in her
mid-20s, her body would be aged at a snail's pace, she would maintain her prime
for the next two decades.
Winkie’s good-humoured
personality has quickly increased her popularity within the corporation, while
she got invited to be a member of the “Superior” volleyball team, as every
member is NIC enhanced. Since then, she
is also known as “17”, as that’s the number on her jersey. Her position is an opposite hitter, as the middle
blocker position has been filled by a taller team member.
While Winkie is a bit disappointed that she can’t be the middle
blocker, she is in high spirits due to the astonishing improvement from the
NIC. She has a feminine, petite frame,
at approximately 5 feet and 5 inches tall, with a figure of 32,26,33. In reality, she has reduced considerable body
fat to just 16%. That means she could
eat a lot of various cuisines and get away with it and she has been taking
advantage of the circumstances.
For lunch, she ordered
half a rotisserie chicken, with a large side dish
of steamed vegetables, and macaroni & cheese. She has torn a nibble of each of the dishes,
which made a big meal for my minuscule body.
So, here we are having lunch together, Winkie has placed me at the
center of the table, as I was watching her consuming her meal. Since she is my younger sister, she dined
casually and opted to use her hands to consume the chicken. To me, it was like watching a scary movie, as
it was comparable to watching a Tyrannosaurus eating its prey.
Winkie
took hold of the breast of the
chicken with her supple right hand, then grabbed onto its wing with her left hand, and effortlessly tore it
out of the carcass in a carefree way.
While her forearm muscles barely flexed, the chicken’s wing ripped with loud
cracking and popping sounds. Then the munching
began biting on the mid of the wing with her fine-looking, mighty, white teeth,
which incised into the meat and a bite mouthful of it was pulled into her mouth
by her muscular tongue. As Winkie
enjoyed the scrumptious morsel, lip-smacking mastication was audible, which
ended with a subtle gulp. The swallowing
reflex caused a set of rhythmic and involuntary contractions by her esophagus
and the bolus was gone. It took about a
minute for her to bite off most of the skin and meat from the pathetic chicken
wing. Then, she noticed that I was watching
with an overwhelmed face and she started chuckling and placed the leftover wing
in front of me.
“You’re acting weird
again, sis.”, Winkie spoke humorously, but her natural tone was like being
generated by the amplifiers of a cinema.
“I am captivated by the
way you’re eating the chicken.”, I shouted politely. Fortunately, I was on the table and Winkie is sitting near it, as my shout was barely
perceptible to her.
“Well, watch this,
sis.”, Winkie spoke mischievously.
Winkie
pushed the plate closer to me,
then took hold of the breast of the chicken with her supple right hand, then
grabbed onto its thigh with her left hand, and started to gradually pull on it. This time, I have a front-row seat to her vigorous
strength. Even though the chicken thigh was
like a monstrous limb to me, it seemed that Winkie’s hands possess the comparable
physical strength of a goddess. She
tightened her grip and slowly pulled and twisted on the chicken thigh at the
same time, the whole chicken leg was ripped from the carcass without much
effort. The cracking and popping sounds were
much worse than the wing, as they were rather ear-splitting. She briefly held the ripped chicken thigh in
front of me, just to show off, as the rotisserie aroma was surely mouth-watering. Then, she pinched off a small piece of the
meat with her thumb and index finger and served it to me for my dining
enjoyment. Afterward, she started to feast
on it.
Upon sinking her teeth
into the scrumptious chicken calf, the juice was squirting out from the corners
of Winkie’s lips. The taste was so delicious,
that it triggered an actual mouth-watering effect in her mouth. She looked embarrassed for a moment, then
quickly regained her poise by subtly using a paper towel to wipe her lips. She resolved to take smaller bites, as she elegantly
stripped the meat off the Chicken calf and thigh. While she was being well-mannered, the cracking
and popping sounds persisted, with the lip-smacking mastication. Realizing that I was watching, she glanced at
me with a smile. Around ten minutes
later, she stripped the whole chicken leg to its bones. Again, she
noticed that I was watching with an overwhelmed face and she started chuckling
and placed the leftover leg in front of me.
Winkie was more civilized
with the Chicken breast, as she opted to use a knife and a fork to meticulously
carve the meat from it. She wanted to
practice her surgical skill on it. She
offered me another slice, but I asked her to give me a slice of carrot, which
was like a whole, mid-sized pizza to me.
When she was done with the entire half of the rotisserie chicken, she gathered
all the scraps and presented them in front of me.
“Hey, can you hark
back to the time before you were shrunken?
You used to hate it whenever I would not finish my meals. Then, you would eat my leftovers.”, Winkie
asked playfully. She pointed at the leftovers and humorously said, “Let’s see if you can
find any goodies.”, as she took a photo of me standing next to the huge mound
of leftover chicken bones.
“You’re still my little
sister, and you’re being disrespectful.”, I shouted.
To be continued --