After the traumatic experience and with his mind fully focused on getting away from the giant monster he was trapped with, there wasn't really a lot to decide. Timmy figured the hallway was the zone with the biggest risk as all Vicky needed to do was open the door to spot him, so he decided to turn right and slip through the crack of the closed door towards the bathroom.

And even there, he knew all Vicky needed to do was to open the bathroom door to find him again so he was still restless about finding a place where he could feel at least mildly safe. Looking around he saw from his diminished perspective the familiar bathroom with its white and blue tiles, the cabinets and sink on one side and the toilet in the other, and ahead of him the shower stall protected by a glass door he was not sure if he could slid through.

Timmy decided to stick close to the ledge of the bathroom walls, walking slowly towards the cabinets and finally taking some time to breathe, try to calm down and assess his options. The good news about the room he chose is that he could probably find a way to clean himself up and get rid of the scent of Vicky's cum that still haunted his body, as if he needed an external reminder of the great danger he faced if he dared to go back to his room. Unfortunately, that's where the good news ended.

Timmy sighed knowing he would need a miracle to recover his size. Not only would he have to go back to his room, he would also have to take the box out of his drawer and find a way to control the device. Escaping the house would also be a foolish option, even if at 1.5 inches he could probably get past the security system his mother installed his chances of surviving outside were easily worse than the only viable option remaining, hiding himself from Vicky until she left the house.

The hopelessness of the situation could have reduced him to tears if the smell around his body wasn't giving him some immediate motivation, Timmy felt he would probably have a better idea of what to do when he got rid of the smell of Vicky's pussy, sweat and cum. He had three options to achieve this: The shower stall that might have some remaining water but was covered by the glass door, the sink that involved a good deal of climbing and figuring out how to turn the faucet to get some water, and the toilet that had some water already available but also involved a difficult climb and, well, it was the toilet.

What happens next?