It was a breezy Sunday morning, the sun had just
arisen, and the rest of the family members still had yet to fully wake up. This
was set to be Marie’s final day in her model city paradise, one last breather
on her vacation before returning to her regular size and back to her life.
However, what transpired turned out to be far from what she ever expected or
desired.
Far away from the still destroyed model city in her bedroom, two stories down
her house, in the deep, dank dwellings of her parents’ basement, the two-millimeter
woman was busy running for her life. Clad in only a tiny, discarded piece of
toilet paper hastily wrapped around her body, the tiny woman was covered in bruises
and dirt all over her body, and carried a splinter almost as tall as herself. Panicked,
she stopped and hid behind what appeared to be a loose lip balm cover, trying
to catch her breath.
Marie’s eyes were filled with intense fear as she gripped the splinter hard to
her chest, and turned back around to face her pursuer: a mere bed bug. An
insect that to any normal person would be an insignificant existence, now was a
beast that stood about as tall as Marie, and found itself curious upon
stumbling across an unknown entity at its size.
Marie had no idea exactly how dangerous the bed bug could be to her, but she
did not want to risk anything at all, especially after running from it for the
past half an hour and it not letting up one bit. She tried to look around the
large expanse of the basement floor, but despite the amount of trash and pieces
leftover, nothing was a perfect hiding spot. Even the cracks in the floor would
just be an easier way to corner her.
Having waited too long to find her next place to hide, Marie turned around and
saw that the bed bug was practically on top of her, causing her to shriek out
in fear and fall over backwards. The bed bug, which to her was about the size
of a small horse, pounced itself right on top of her, mandibles biting on the
splinter she held up to cover her body, as she continuously pounded away at its
stomach with her feet.
The bed bug stuck its antennae downward, pulling down part of the toilet paper
she used as a tunic, exposing her left breast. Screaming in frustration and
fear that she was about to be mauled, Marie furiously and desperately kicked at
the hungry creature. The weight of the bug forcing itself on top of her made it
harder to fight back, which was made even worse as one of its legs grabbed
ahold of her leg, while the others started to grab her back. “Oh fuck, no!”
shouted the tiny woman, as the insect began pulling her closer to is snapping
mandibles.
This ongoing struggle turned the girl’s anxiousness into anger over the
domination the disgusting creature was placing on her. How pathetic it made her
feel that this microscopic mite was now merely toying with her and using her as
a plaything. She did not even care if it did not have any intentions to hurt
her, this was going too far and she refused to let a goddamn bed bug let itself
have its way with her.
Once she was able to find an opening during a quick pause in the bug’s actions,
Marie rolled over to her side, and began to sprint around the lip balm cap,
with the bed bug giving chase. The moment she was out of view, she hopped up
onto the cap, quickly crawling herself up to the top, and noticing a metal nail
sticking out of the ground right next to it, hastily jumped on top of it.
The bed bug reached her location, but lost sight of her, pacing back and forth,
not having looked up yet to see its prey. But Marie knew it was only a matter
of time before it did notice, and she had a plan for that.
The moment the bug peeked itself up trying to sense her, Marie ripped the
toilet paper off her body and threw it downward right on the bed bug. It was a
very momentary daze, but it was just enough to give the now naked Marie the
chance to charge, leaping off the nail, screaming as she held the splinter up
high ready to strike, and stabbing it directly into the bed bug, using her
remaining strength and force of hitting the ground to slice the splinter,
leaving a giant gash in its abdomen.
The defeated bed bug began to squeal as it shook and squirmed, its guts
spilling all over the place, while Marie sat a comfortable distance away,
gripping the juice-covered splinter trying to regain her breath. Eventually,
the bed bug finally gave into its wounds, and keeled over dead. Marie slowly
walked over to it, poking it with her splinter to confirm, before sighing a
huge relief as she said to herself “Good fucking riddance…”
---
This was probably the most amount of success Marie has had since she was thrown
down into the basement by her mother the previous night. She had assumed all
she would have to do is find some place to safely wait out her remaining
“shrinking sentence,” but had forgotten just how much of a junk heap their
basement was.
It was a dank, unfurnished place, pretty much only used for storage and doing
laundry, so it was already uncomfortable to be in at normal size. But for the
miniscule and nude Marie, it was a hellscape. And that isn’t even beginning to
mention the insects that resided there.
Almost immediately after gaining her bearings that previous night, she had
heard scurrying around which turned out to be from a centipede, its appearance
which caused her heart to drop. After running aimlessly to evade the
monster-sized beast, she was able to evade it by jumping inside the completely
dirty and dusty crack in the floor, causing the centipede to simply walk onward
with its many, many legs over here, completely unaware of her existence. What
made it even worse is that she had jumped directly onto the undead husk of a
beetle, causing her to throw up from the unbelievable stench.
The weight of the situation filled her with immense dread as she tearfully
wandered the floor for over an hour, desperately hiding from more monstrous
bugs that traversed the landscape, which included several ants and cockroaches.
Eventually, she stumbled upon a loose piece of toilet paper, which alone could
fit several houses for her in it, ripping off a long corner part to wrap her
naked, cold body up. She also had found a loose stick on the floor, which in
fact was just a tiny splinter, picking it up and caressing it for protection.
She eventually stumbled upon a ginormous lone white sock, seemingly the safest
possible place to be for now, so she aimlessly dragged herself inside the sock
hole. She had no idea whose sock it was, and at this point she didn’t care. She
was as tired and sad as she ever could’ve been and just wanted to sleep it off
and pray for something better in the morning.
That was not to be as she was woken up earlier than expected by something
tickling her feet. She shook her legs for a bit, not imagining it to be
anything of note, but she finally opened her eyes to see, having emerged
through a tiny hole in the sock, was the bed bug, peering itself closer to the
girl. Seeing the creature before her jolted her awake with a loud scream,
stabbing its front face with her splinter staff, forcing her to flee away and
bringing her back to the present.
---
Leaving the bed bug corpse behind, reclaiming a now even more ripped piece of
her toilet paper cloth barely covering anything, Marie looked over her options.
She knew that it had to be less than 12 hours at this point until her shrinking
wore off and she would finally be free from her torture and return to her
normal size.
She would normally find some place to camp out and seal herself away until the
time comes, but as she reminded herself, after those 12 hours, if she is stuck
in an area without efficient growth room, the shrinking effect will not undo
until she’s out of there. And if she stays stuck like that for too long, the
automatic shrinking undo will cancel out completely, meaning the only way to be
grown back is manually through her machine. And Marie desperately did not want
this option.
Knowing her luck, if she tried to hide in a crack in the wall, someone will
cover it up. If she hid in a box, someone would shut it tight. And given the
impossibility of getting her family’s attention, having them re-grow her was
also completely not an option. Her only choice was to keep moving. Don’t let
any of the monsters or threats scare her. Fight for her life at all costs.
--
Continuing to trek across the floor and try to find relatively safe and open ground, Marie began to daydream and fantasize about getting back to normal size. She couldn’t help but think of what she would do when she found her family again. All the things she could scream at them. Maybe she’d even give them a taste of being shrunken.
“Huh? What the hell!?” Marie screamed. She
cursed herself for losing focus and realized she had flung face first into what
appeared to be some kind of net. She was happy it broke her fall, but less so
when she noticed how incredibly sticky it was, and no matter how much she
squirmed she couldn’t get out.
Looking around, Marie also noticed a black ant, roughly the size of her body,
which was also trapped in the sticky substance. A cold chill ran down her spine
when she saw this creature was also desperate to escape, but seemingly had no
way out.
The sense of relief soon vanished as seeing the ant’s sudden keeling over in
defeat and taking a harder look at her surroundings caused her to realize a
truly terrifying thought: she was stuck in a spider web. And just as the ant
had been ensnared in its trap to be its next food, so had she.
Marie knew she had to escape NOW. She pushed and squirmed and moved her body
but all it did was break off the remaining fragile pieces of her toilet paper
cover, resulting in her being butt naked once again. And even more so, the
spider’s webs began to tighten all around her body, pulling on part of her arm,
squishing her boobs downward, and rubbing in between her privates, causing her
to let out several tearful moans.
“T-this can’t be happening—AAH” the web’s stickiness yet sharpness began to
protrude itself over Marie, resulting in a sense of painful ecstasy as the
bondage twisted her into more uncomfortable positions, taunting her hopeless
futility.
It was another unknown amount of time of being resigned to the spider’s
chokehold until the reckoning finally came. Turning her head around, Marie’s
terror-induced face lit up once again as the visage of the spider finally came
into view, delicately stalking its way toward its prey.
The fully black beast with eight legs first stopped at the ant, which after
being still for so long suddenly began to squirm again, like as if it had been
sparked awake by the spider’s presence. Marie had been given a front row
preview for what was about to happen to her, as she witnessed the spider using
its legs to push the ant downward, and through the hole on its butt shoot out
the web which then began to masterfully and particularly weave around its food.
Marie could only stay there mouth agape as the ant disappeared before her very
eyes, cocooned around the thick white net, before the spider let out a loud
*CRUNCH* as it bit right into its creation, killing it for good.
The spider left its tied up food alone for now, and focused its attention on
the second prey that found itself wandering into its trap. With the monster now
completely towering over here, Marie let out as much spasms as she could muster
in a desperate attempt to escape its jaws, all the while the spider simply stood
there and observed the miniature girl doing its thing, like it found her
useless flailing observing.
Marie let out a high pitched yelp as she felt a tingling on her feet, which
meant that she knew that horror was about to happen now. She could feel her
legs being slowly forced together as the spray of the clean web ejecting itself
out of the beast tightened around her skin, as if she’s on the verge of losing
all feeling in the body.
The only words Marie could let out as this transpired were “Please!” “No!” and
“God!” Over and over endlessly. It was all she can do as she felt her movements
being constricted harder and harder, as the multiple eyes stared deep into her
soon to be extinguished soul.
With all but her head now entombed up, Marie could barely see as her
tear-filled eyes completely blurred her vision. All of her near death
experiences she was able to escape through sheer luck, but she truly didn’t
know how she would make it out of here. This was to be her true last stand. And
yet…
“BOOM!”
Suddenly five massive pink digits slammed itself downward, effortlessly
destroying the web and launching Marie and the spider through a cloud of dust.
Marie was still tied up and screaming, unaware of what just happened until she
landed on a hard surface, rolling downward until she found herself caught
between two softer ones.
She was thankfully upright as her body was “safely” stationed in-between the
two massive pillars, unable to move. It didn’t take her long for her vision to
return, as she began to notice, unfortunately, very familiar details along the
surfaces, and what exactly had just saved her.
“…m-mom…” she was able to whimper out.
It was the middle of the afternoon, and Carrie had decided now was the best
time to do the laundry. She had intended to do it the previous night, but ended
up getting wrapped up in “romantic time” with her husband, just like they had
done on Friday night, and will probably do again tonight. She also knew Marie
was supposed to be returning home tonight, so wanted to get some stuff cleaned
up and ready for her arrival. She had already discovered the destroyed model
city in her bedroom earlier and had “cleaned up” most of the mess for her,
thinking to herself how she was going to apologize to her about her project getting
ruined, while nonchalantly picking up and tossing the clothes in the basket
into the washer. She also had no idea that she had just saved her daughter from
being devoured by a spider and was now currently stuck in between her first and
second toes on her right foot.
Marie was grateful for her mom once again inadvertently saving her life from a
bug, but also once again, she found herself in an uncomfortable and disgusting
spot on her foot. What made it even more troublesome was still being stuck in
the spider’s webbing, unable to break free, which meant she was now completely
at her mercy.
As Carrie casually scrunched her toes, it forced Marie downward into the
darkness in between the two, where she slammed face first into a piece of toe
lint. Every subtle movement of the toes forced Marie’s body further into the
lint, the smell overtaking all the senses, coughing up a storm.
The tapping of the toes kept going faster and faster, causing Marie’s webbed
body to vibrate and shake, twisting all around, pushing her into the sweat that
began to drip and cover her up, sending her downward into the crack of the two
toes. She expected that she was eventually going to fall and drop between the
toes, but instead just as she entered free fall, she was slung right back up.
It turned out that a part of the web had attached itself to Carrie’s big toe
nail, causing Marie’s dangling body to swing back and forth, constantly
slamming into the toe walls. Not even the splashes of sweat she collided with
seemed to stop her.
Then, Carrie made one big jerk up with her leg, which sent Marie flying out of
the humid toe prison back into fresh air, only to be slingshot backward as the
stray thread of the web preventing her from escaping knocked her backwards
underneath the toenail, dangling upside down.
Marie started to wonder in the deep part of her mind that her mother secretly
knew she was always here and is just messing with her, because now her mom
really started to be active with her movement, flinging Marie’s helpless body
as if she’s being forcefully swung on a vine.
The large individual ridges that make up her skin constantly pound away at
Marie each time she smacks into it. Ramming and rubbing against the remnants
and grit and dirt just continued to rough her up. She cursed her mother for how
terrible she was at cleaning her feet, especially after the horrible close
encounter she had with her in the shower the previous day.
Eventually, another quick movement of Carrie’s feet was enough to finally break
free of the web, sending Marie flying upward until she landed directly on the
hard surface of the big toenail. She was still trapped in the webbing around
her body but could feel it slowly starting to loosen, so just needed to try and
drag herself to safety until then.
But, suddenly another familiar figure made its grand return. The spider had
survived, and it was also standing on Carrie’s foot, ready to make its way
toward the vulnerable Marie. She couldn’t believe how even after all this, it
still intended to finish the job.
In all the absurdity of the situation, all the tiny woman could do was have her
scream out in her completely hoarse voice, “Mom! Help me! Don’t you feel that
fucking thing? Get it off you!!”
As if her mom could actually hear her, Carrie scratched her right foot using
her left foot, crushing and swiping the spider away in an instant, unaware of
what was causing the itch. And almost shortly afterward, she bent down to use
her finger to scratch another itch she had missed, flinging Marie off the toe
and onto the floor right next to the basket of clothes.
Even though she was safe from the entrapment of the toes, Marie was
still tangled up in the webs, unable to move. She was panting as she could see
Carrie’s monstrous feet making its slight pounding and stomping movements on
the floor, knowing that one wrong mis-step could get her squished and all her
efforts to survive would be for nothing.
But instead, something else happened. Darkness
suddenly enveloped her whole being, before being swept up far into the air.
Carrie had accidentally dropped one of her panties, picking it back up and unknowingly
carrying a passenger alongside it. She was about to toss it into the washer,
but decided to look at it for a brief moment.
“HMM. IS THIS REALLY DIRTY?” a loud booming voice
erupted as poor little Marie was now sitting directly in the middle bottom of
the panty, getting another clear terrifying look at her mother’s gigantic head,
staring down on her like a goddess. And before she could even further
comprehend, the goddess descended closer and closer toward the insignificant
figure until…
*SNIFF* Two blackholes sent out a whirlwind of
tornados that instantly swept Marie up into the air, twirling and twisting her
body in circles as she was helplessly ascended upwards right into her own
mother’s nostrils.
After taking a long sniff on her own panties,
Carrie gave off a goofy smile to herself and said “Eh, why not?”, tossing the
underwear into the washer, before dumping the final little bits of clothes
alongside it. After starting it up and letting the loud washer rev up, Carrie
began to take a closer look around their basement and reminded herself of what
an absolute dump it was. Having just swatted off something that was just
scratching her toes and seeing the remains of several dead and squished insects
lying about, she decided she should finally try to do something about it.
Right as she’s about to leave, she felt a little
tingle in her nose, causing her to scrunch her nose for a moment, stopping
herself from sneezing. “Huh, was there something else I got stuck up there?”
she mumbled to herself, questioning if there was some dust she had
inadvertently sucked in after smelling her panty.
At this moment, Marie had now found herself in an
increasingly pulsing environment, the walls emanating a pink gelatinous
substance, a jungle of nose hairs that hung itself from the top like
stalactites, and deep puddles of snot that slowly tried to consume Marie. What
she was thankful for was the stickiness of the snot was finally enough to break
her free of her spider web bondage, but now threatened to trap her into another
disgusting prison.
She was able to tumble into a puddle of snot that
had not hardened yet, and used the chance to wade through the rancid sludge.
She was hastily trying to get as far away from the threatening vortex far in
the back of the nostril, constantly breathing in and out, with one wrong move
sending her flying backward straight into her mom’s throat.
Another sudden sniffle was followed by Carrie’s
massive finger entering the domain, scratching at the walls and terrifying
Marie for how easily it could nonchalantly squish her. One swipe caused by the
tip of her fingernail upon exiting resulted in Marie being unexpectedly jolted
downward, landing face first into the pile of snot with her mouth still open.
She thrashed and screamed trying to get the horrible taste out of her mouth,
while also attempting to pull at the hardened pieces that were getting stuck up
her ass.
Just as this was occurring, a big gust of wind
breathed inward sending Marie flying upwards, getting tangled in the jungle of
nose hairs. She could now see that the dank hole which served as the entrance
to her mother’s mouth was getting closer and closer, so tried to use this
chance to get away. She used all her remaining strength to swing through the
nose hairs like vines, but every bit of movement, an air pocket would send her
backward, leaving her stuck in another loop of entanglement and disgust.
The exhaustion of the entire day finally started
to get to Marie as she became unable to hold her grip on the hairs as one
smacked right into her face, knocking her back down into the wayward snot. The
lack of air was starting to get to her, her head was beginning to ache from the
pain, and the snot felt itself hardening ready to swallow her whole.
Then in an instant, all the breathing in the
nostril stopped. The walls began to subtly expand themselves outward, which
Marie either knew meant a large breath in, or a large breath out, which would
determine her fate. Sure enough, an enormous cannon of air burst Marie and her
accompanying snot far outside of the nostril enclosure, colliding directly into
a sea of white fabric. Marie’s body felt the force of the wind against her back
while massive and small chunks of snot crash landed all around her new
environment.
Carrie returned to the basement, and after having
enough of the weird tingling in her nose, she grabbed a piece of tissue paper
and blew into it hard, rubbing her nose a bit to ensure all the junk had been
cleaned up, before casually tossing the crumbled up ball onto the floor.
Marie had felt all of these sudden shifts and
shaking movements stuck in the middle of the tissue, with the weight of the
fabric thankfully breaking her fall as it landed back on the floor where she
started. All the dirty, bruised, fluid covered Marie could do at this point was
drag her body through the tissue until she reached an opening, re-exposing
herself to the outside world, before dragging away on the floor.
She had no more energy left, she was tired,
humiliated, and on the verge of giving up. She didn’t even know where she was
trying to go, she could tell that there was a group of ants that had appeared
on the floor that she was crawling her way towards, but that was how desperate she
was to find somewhere to survive. She would take the risk with the insects then
leave herself out in the open to let herself get sat on by her brother, pinched
by her dad, peed on by her cat, whatever! She just wanted this hell to end.
But, the worst of it had reared its ugly head. As
she saw the bugs began to scurry away to the corners of the basement, a loud
*SHUD* erupted behind her. With the most hesitation possible, she slowly turned
her body around, legs stretched out, arms holding her up, and exposed to the
world, all the color in Marie’s face drained as she witnessed the hulking
behemoth that her mom had just brought downstairs with her: the vacuum cleaner.
“Why…why now….” Of all the times her mother could
decide to try and clean up their hellhole of a basement, it was at this
specific moment.
She wanted to run. She wanted to try and hide. She
could slip back into the cracks in the floor, grab ahold of side, and pray that
was enough to resist in the incoming terror. She was only a few hours away from
her shrinking wearing off. She had managed to survive every method of torture
thrown at her the past week. But now it was all for not.
She already resigned herself for what to expect.
She was about to be sucked in the cleaner, like the pathetic scrap of dust like
she is now. She will be trapped in there for God knows how long, cancelling out
the growth, leaving her stuck at 2 millimeters tall. Eventually, they will toss
the trash out of the vacuum and throw it to the curb. Maybe she’ll escape then
into the yard, maybe she’ll be dragged all the way to the dump. Either way, her
life as she knew it beforehand would be over.
Tears once again flowing down her face, Marie let
out light mumblings to herself, just as Carrie turned on the vacuum cleaner.
The revving was unbelievably loud and the sucking was instantaneous. A tornado
of death consumed all in its path on the basement floor: lint, dust, bug
corpses, leftover wrappers, tiny leftover threads, and Marie herself. Her nude
body faced an intense amount of whiplash flung toward the whirring beast. She
couldn’t even scream for long as the pressure knocked her into several large
chunks of rocks, which in conjunction with everything else she dealt with that
day, knocked her unconscious. Her near lifeless body swept itself directly into
the tiny opening, a tube which sent it plummeting into the ginormous mound of
dirt, before being buried as more trash began to rain down on her.
---
“We really need to do a thorough cleaning of that
basement. I didn’t realize how many bugs we had living rent free down there.”
Carrie had just returned to the main floor with the vacuum cleaner in tow after
spending a decent amount of time attempting to clean up while waiting for her
laundry.
“Yeah well, that’s partly our fault for not taking
better care of it. I should find some stuff to evict them all real soon, heh.”
Victor jokingly responded to his wife, aware of the mess that they had let brew
and knew it was an issue they’d have to resolve eventually.
“I even noticed one of the mouse traps got
activated, but no mouse or cheese. I guess we must have some smart vermin on
our hands too.” Carrie observed as she was tinkering with the latch on the
vacuum cleaner to get it open. It turns out it had gotten very heavy and was on
the verge of being full, and since the following day was garbage pickup day,
she thought she might as well dump it off into there now.
“Hey have you heard from Marie?” Victor asked
Carrie. “Sent her a few messages but she hasn’t responded to them at all.”
“Nope, it’s been the same for me,” she responded.
“But hey, that’s how she usually is. She’s got a lot on her plate, she deserved
a rest from everything. We’ll just have to give her a warm welcome once she’s
back.” Carrie gave Victor a little peck on the cheek, causing him to give a
winking face in response, as the two silently agreed to continue their ‘usual
fun’ for that night.
Carrying the tied up bag containing all the junk
from the vacuum cleaner, Carrie made her way outside, where the sun was
beginning to set, and unceremoniously dumped the bag inside of a bin right next
to another trash bag on the curb of their driveway. She cleaned her hands of
the mess, happily making her way back inside, blissfully unaware that she had
just thrown her own daughter out. Also unaware to her was an unseen figure
peeking itself from behind a nearby fence, preparing to make their way toward
the house.
---
It was another unknown amount of time when Marie
finally awoke from her unconsciousness. She was still lying on a mound of
garbage, only now to find three dust mites, each the size of puppies, nibbling
on parts of her body. She pounded away at them, scaring them away as they
burrowed themselves underground.
Marie had no idea what had transpired in-between
waking up and had assumed she was still in the vacuum cleaner staring onwards
at the never-ending expanse of the graveyard she now resided in. Her eyes were not
adjusting to the lack of light and she knew she could do nothing but resign
herself to the fate she had been dealt. Standing up, letting the muck drip down
over her nude body, she began to walk.
She traversed the onslaught of trash, completely
in awe how it appears to go on forever in every direction. Just another point
in perspective to highlight just how insignificant she truly is now. She ended
up stumbling across another group of puny dust mites chewing on an old piece of
candy, sitting down right beside them, grabbing a chunk off of it, and chewing
it. The mites seemed to pay her no mind, as she uncomfortably attempted to
crunch the hard rock, trying to get herself used to the bug life she was
destined to live with now.
However, in an unexpected turn, she felt the
outside world shaking. The increasingly faster reverb scared off the dust
mites, leaving Marie alone to try and regain her balance. She had wondered if
this was her mom simply moving the vacuum cleaner somewhere else, but instead
she heard a lot of loud rustling sounds coming from above. And then, a loud rip
as the heavens opened up to her, light pouring down, making her unable to see
anything.
She was so confused to what was going on she
hadn’t even immediately comprehended that she wasn’t in the vacuum but a
garbage bag, and that someone was currently ripping open the top. And once it
was finally fully exposed, a slightly familiar face was greeted to Marie: her
neighbor, Martin.
Martin was a boy who lived two houses down from
Marie’s family. His mom was good friends with Carrie and they would often get
together to talk about life. Marie had talked with Martin on occasion a few
times in recent years but had never really got a handle of what kind of person
he was, since he was usually kept things to himself and always acted awkward
when around her. He was eighteen years old now, though he was still ten years
younger than Marie. She had actually baby sat for him when he was younger and
she was in high school. She didn’t know why, but something felt off.
As it turned out, Martin was incredibly obsessed
with Marie. Anytime he got the chance he would stare at her from afar, snapping
pictures to save, and just imagining all sorts of fantasies he desired to
indulge in with her. It had reached the point of intensity that recently he had
been secretly going through the family’s trash in order to scoop out any
“undesirables” of Marie’s that she no longer needed.
After having ripped open the first trash bag and
had quickly nabbed himself a “hidden gem”, Martin ripped open the second bag to
take a look. Eyes filled with a disturbed sense of wonder, and licking his
lips, Martin rifled his fingers into the bag and started digging.
“Wait…is that Martin? And how is he--” Marie was
still in utter shock and disbelief that she still hadn’t comprehended she
wasn’t in the vacuum anymore, and one of his fingers went slamming straight
downward toward her, creating an impact that sent Marie flying further downward
into the bag. Each shift of Martin’s fingers threatened to crush or bury the
puny girl as she was flung and knocked over into various junk and dirt mounds
that would rise and fall.
She had tried to hold on to his fingernail for
dear life, but he just inadvertently flung her down back into the trash pile. Her
fall was slightly stopped by landing straight into the bristles of an old
toothbrush that had been forgotten about and had long been laying around the
bathroom. The sharp strands brushed her body painfully, but also gave her
something to grasp onto to avoid the rest of Martin’s rampage.
He soon came across said toothbrush which caught
his attention, plucking it out very carefully, while Marie screamed and gave
one the strands a tight bearhug for safety. Martin gave a very close look at
the brush, examining it thoroughly like he was a collector, yet still missing
the girl of his dreams who was now literally right under his nose.
“Nah, this isn’t hers.” Martin stated
disappointingly. He had started to imagine all the things he could do with her
old toothbrush in his possession, but having determined it might not be hers,
he dismissingly shook it off, tossing it on the floor of the bin.
This movement launched Marie outside of the
bristles’ confines, flung downward into the bin, onto another piece of fabric.
She was still so dazed she had yet to understand what was going on when Martin
grabbed ahold of the thing Marie had just fallen into, and it in fact being the
“hidden gem” that he had just uncovered: an old bra.
Even though he couldn’t confirm exactly if it was
Marie or her mother’s bra, the result being close enough was good enough for
the horny boy who mentally jumped for joy as caressed his fingers though the
openings and holes around the bra. His true treasure was to find one of her
panties, or one of Marie’s old dolls that he could pretend was really her, but
he was satisfied with this for now.
Giving into his urges, after giving it a quick
sniff, Martin brought the bra up to his face, stuck out his tongue, and began
to rub it straight up through it all. Doing this caused him to think about
licking his tongue across the real Marie, which then shifted to a fantasy of
licking a doll size Marie, which only served to make him feel harder and
intensify the passion.
Marie, however, was at a complete loss for words.
She wasn’t even able to question why Martin would be perusing through their
trash and collecting the bra when the monstrous, wet tongue revealed itself and
started its journey to devour Marie.
“WHAT THE FUCK! THIS IS DISGUSTIN—AAAA!” Her
exclamations were abrupted as the tongue reached its unaware prey, sticking
Marie right to the tastebuds as it continued to rub its way all over the bra.
He eventually finished his indulgent, folding the bra into his pocket, and
slowly starting to re-enter his tongue into his mouth.
Marie tried to squeal out in panic as she realized
she was on the verge of being swallowed yet again, when it finally clicked into
her that she had been outside the vacuum cleaner this entire time. And also,
that it was already nighttime by now, which meant…
“OW! Huh…” Martin suddenly felt a hard rock form
inside of his mouth. “Did I taste some extra dirt by accident?” he thought to
himself, spitting it out back into the trash bag. He was about to stand back up
and leave, but instead a rustling began to emanate from the trash bag. Just as
he was about to peer in and see what was up.
*CRASH*
Like a magic trick, bursting out of the garbage
bag, a five and a half foot, still completely naked and absolutely covered in
trash Marie, stood there with an immense shock on her face, while Martin just
sat on the ground completely dumbfounded. She ended up just standing put for a
good minute without moving, processing the fact that she was finally free, no
longer a pathetic two millimeters tall. She had survived everything.
She finally looked down at Martin, who had just
been staring there in awe at Marie’s breast and privates unembarrassed. In an
instant, her face shifted from one of ambivalence to terror as her eyes glared
with fury at who she assumed was just a seemingly harmless neighbor boy.
“GET OUT!” She yelled forcing the boy into a
sprint, dropping the bra and fleeing back to his house. Marie looked back down
at her body, reminding herself of the nude state she had gotten used to over
the past couple days, no longer embarrassed by it, even when exposed to the
world. All she could do was angrily sigh, as she stepped out of the trash, and
with her bare feet stomped her way back to her house.
Marie slammed the front door open, no longer
caring for courtesy, trudging down her hallway until she reached the main room
where all her family members were there, stopping what they were doing to stare
at the sudden surprise.
“M-Marie? What happened to you?” Carrie was eating
ice cream when she voiced out her concern for her daughter.
“Is this part of some kind of prank?” Victor
responded next, who was currently trying to rationalize the weird state to see
his daughter, while also casually flipping a coin up in the air.
“Is this some new fetish you got going on with
your boyfriend?” Eddie commented toward his sister, while he was currently
talking with Heather, looking back through all the pictures he had sent her
about the model city several days ago.
“Meow.” Ruby then appeared from under the table,
rubbing herself on Marie’s bare leg and starting to lick it.
Seeing everything her family members have been
doing, including the basket of laundry in the corner, the vacuum cleaner next
to it, the opened door to the basement, and a fly landing right on her nose,
all of it did nothing but bring back all the horrible memories of her past
week, and the pressure couldn’t to build until she couldn’t take it.
“FUCK!” was all Marie could exclaim as she stomped
her way past her confused family members, walking loudly up the stairs toward
the bathroom, another thought which sparked a furious memory from her psyche.
She ignored all the comments of her parents and brother calling out to her, all
she wanted to do was clean up and find some way, ANY way, to put this whole
week behind her. Even though she knew that was to be very unlikely.