How Long Can you Hold Your Breath?
Shrinking (Mis)adventure (imported 23-06-10)
Chapter 12
Billy watched his mother's arm reach beyond him and there was the sound of mettle on mettle and then water being released. Soon after steam was visible and Billy could feel a heat source nearby to his side. He didn't try to move, however, afraid any movement would alert mom and get her attention. He heard footsteps leading away and took the chance to survey his surroundings. He was maybe 10 feet in over the ground (10 feet to him). The sink was filling up. Why was that? Billy smelled the spilled milk and crap that had gotten over him and his shirt...was, was he going to get a bath? No, that can't be it. There was the sound of music suddenly and the THUMP THUMP THUMP of his mother returning. Billy laid back down trying to keep the illusion going.
Billy's act was relatively pointless because he was defiantly about to get some attention. Billy was contemplating how to get off the sink counter when the now familiar feeling of a vice being clamped down around his midsection. Billy was lifted up awkwardly. His head lulled back and he got an upside down view of his mothers giant bosom before the rotation stopped and he was looking over the now full sink of hot water - THEN HE WAS DUNKED.
Billy's head and shoulders were submerged. He hadn't been ready and was quickly out of air. Billy's arms were free since his mother's grip was around his midsection. His arms flailed but Patricia didn't notice. Her other hand was holding a washcloth and it dove into the hot water and started scrubbing away at the back of the "toy's" head trying to clean the sticky milk off before it set-in. Patricia had her cell phone playing a playlist of upbeat toons as she took care of this inconvenient task.
Billy's forehead hit the bottom of the sink as something grabbed him from behind and started battering at him. Everything was going dark and his movements were slowing down. Suddenly, Billy was yanked up and he felt cold air on his face. He tried to breath in but the grip around his midsection prevented him from taking a full breath.
"THESE HAVE TO BE ERICA's OLD BABY CLOTHS..."
Billy was right-side up and saw himself in the mirror. His mom was holding him with one hand and then...YONK...she pulled his boxers off and tossed them into the sink. Billy kicked once but Patricia didn't notice as her free hand grabbed Billy's waist and hips, clapping his thighs together. The nail of her pinky finger curled in on the soft artificial padding. Billy however doubled over once his mom's hand let go of his torso...he felt like he had been gut punched. This too was ignored as Patricia was already yanking up the oversized t-shirt and pulling it up and over Billy's head.
To Patricia it was clear the doll had been dressed in cast-off baby cloths. Whatever the doll had originally warn was probably long since lost or destroyed. She pulled the articles away and tossed them into the sink to soak. She then inspected the toy's fabricated hair to make sure nothing was sticking.
Billy sucked in a breath but it was short lived because his mom flicked her wrist and he was flung backwards and then his head was being pinched and prodded. It was like getting hit in a what Billy would guess was a boxing match.
Content Patricia grabbed her hair dryer and then started drying the toy off.
A loud mechanical roar was going on and Billy's already dizzy and oxygen deprived mind was dazed. MEEERRRRR! SCULDING HOT AIR was BLASTED against him. Billy closed his eyes and tried to shield his head but he was tossed back and forth as his mom oriented him around the hair-dryer. This lasted over a minute and then it was done.
Patricia left the bathroom and put the doll on the vanity while she got dressed.
Billy's act was relatively pointless because he was defiantly about to get some attention. Billy was contemplating how to get off the sink counter when the now familiar feeling of a vice being clamped down around his midsection. Billy was lifted up awkwardly. His head lulled back and he got an upside down view of his mothers giant bosom before the rotation stopped and he was looking over the now full sink of hot water - THEN HE WAS DUNKED.
Billy's head and shoulders were submerged. He hadn't been ready and was quickly out of air. Billy's arms were free since his mother's grip was around his midsection. His arms flailed but Patricia didn't notice. Her other hand was holding a washcloth and it dove into the hot water and started scrubbing away at the back of the "toy's" head trying to clean the sticky milk off before it set-in. Patricia had her cell phone playing a playlist of upbeat toons as she took care of this inconvenient task.
Billy's forehead hit the bottom of the sink as something grabbed him from behind and started battering at him. Everything was going dark and his movements were slowing down. Suddenly, Billy was yanked up and he felt cold air on his face. He tried to breath in but the grip around his midsection prevented him from taking a full breath.
"THESE HAVE TO BE ERICA's OLD BABY CLOTHS..."
Billy was right-side up and saw himself in the mirror. His mom was holding him with one hand and then...YONK...she pulled his boxers off and tossed them into the sink. Billy kicked once but Patricia didn't notice as her free hand grabbed Billy's waist and hips, clapping his thighs together. The nail of her pinky finger curled in on the soft artificial padding. Billy however doubled over once his mom's hand let go of his torso...he felt like he had been gut punched. This too was ignored as Patricia was already yanking up the oversized t-shirt and pulling it up and over Billy's head.
To Patricia it was clear the doll had been dressed in cast-off baby cloths. Whatever the doll had originally warn was probably long since lost or destroyed. She pulled the articles away and tossed them into the sink to soak. She then inspected the toy's fabricated hair to make sure nothing was sticking.
Billy sucked in a breath but it was short lived because his mom flicked her wrist and he was flung backwards and then his head was being pinched and prodded. It was like getting hit in a what Billy would guess was a boxing match.
Content Patricia grabbed her hair dryer and then started drying the toy off.
A loud mechanical roar was going on and Billy's already dizzy and oxygen deprived mind was dazed. MEEERRRRR! SCULDING HOT AIR was BLASTED against him. Billy closed his eyes and tried to shield his head but he was tossed back and forth as his mom oriented him around the hair-dryer. This lasted over a minute and then it was done.
Patricia left the bathroom and put the doll on the vanity while she got dressed.
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June 10, 2023
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