Fellow Shrinkee
Cheating Death
chapter 10
by
copier
· original author:
spiralwriter
"Goddess Sarah..." You began, not quite sure how to begin your line of questioning. You were never one to question your beautiful goddess, her judgement and words were always true, but something like this, a literal deal with a woman who could be called the devil on all terms made you feel uneasy just thinking about the horrid contract and whatever services it had bound your goddess-wife to. What if Rouge would have Sarah go through painful and terrible trials to reclaim you? Or to a lesser degree, be her servant for the rest of her life, the latter sounded much more suitable to the she-demon, she did love demeaning anyone, no matter what size they were.
"What...what did you agree to?" You asked upwards to her large face a hundred feet above, a look of concern on your tiny features mirrored in her own gigantic expression as she gazed down to you standing cupped between her palms. Her eyes shifted ever so slightly into a worried glance, but quickly reverted back to their original, hard state. You yourself frowned further as well as she switched to glaring down at you, making your knees buckle and your entire half-inch self sag in defeat. It was a look she gave you whenever she was disappointed with either life, her daughters, or even you, and it always meant plenty bad for you, such casually being tossed into a shoe and walked on all day, placed in a sandwich and sloshed around in her mouth, or various other deeds performed for punishment by the goddess.
Now though...this one seemed a bit more intent than usual. Goddess Sarah opened her mouth to speak, blowing booming words in your direction and making you cringe a little, being so close to her face only amplified her already powerful voice. "What I did we can discuss later, if I even feel like speaking with you again, insect. What I do want to say is," She narrowed her eyes. "How could you choose Rouge over me. How. Could. You." She nearly hissed, anger strongly evident in every syllable spoken from her lips.
Of course, you had no real answer. You stuttered out some gibberish and fiddled with your hands, trying to form a coherent thought and force it into words. What could you say? That you feared Rouge more than her? That you worried that she would deliver a punishment far worse than any other you had received beforehand? No, none of those explanations could help your situation. With a downcast look, you sighed.
"I'm...I'm sorry my goddess." You said sadly, biting your lip sd you looked down and examined the lines of her palm. "I did not know what I was thinking at the time...but I truly do love you more than goddess Rouge...I do."
"When you are around me, you are to refer to her as just Rouge. Or bitch." Sarah said through grinding teeth, but her tone seemed to lessen a bit from angry after hearing your apology.
"Yes, goddess Sarah." You nodded, but gulped, hoping Rouge wouldn't hear that. The click-clack and thud of her boots on the tiled floor announced that the purple-clad woman was returning.
"Sarah darling!" Rouge chuckled as she entered the room, followed behind by her squad of muscle-men. "Everything's all set, if you'll just follow me, when can begin the procedure."
You looked up cautiously to your wife, eyebrow raised. "...Procedure?" You asked, but Sarah did not reply, only nodded at Rouge and stood up, walking beside her as they were lead by Rouge's men down another hallway. You looked around, still carried protectively in Sarah's hands, and you caught Rouge glancing over at you every once in a while, smirking down at you when the two of you made eye contact. You shivered a gulped, a byproduct of simply being looked at by Rouge.
Eventually the area darkened as Sarah and Rouge went down a flight of stairs, descending them quickly. The stairway was dimly lit by dying lightbulbs, bathing everything in a orange and yellow eerie glow. You got a bad feeling about all of this, but did not feel like being vocal about it. Years of subjugation and torture had made you quite subservient and meek enough not to voice your opinion.
"And here we are! Rouge Enterprises and the fruits of its labor." Rouge said in almost a grand tone, holding out her arms widely. Before you all was a wide and vast what could only be described as an scientific facility. It appeared to be an underground parking lot, but was renovated to hold everything here. Dozens of men and women in white lab coats ran about, some muttering to themselves, others furiously scribbling onto clipboards. Large machines overhead buzzed and hummed almost ominously.
Past by many experiments did you all walk. Some seemed almost impossible in design. One in particular caught your eye though. A diagram over the area of the experiment made it perfectly clear. It showed a picture of Rouge stepping into a chamber, and after some sort of process, she stepped out. In the following panels of the diagram, it seemed to follow a process of time. In a week, Rouge was as tall as a skyscraper, then had a city at her feet in a month's time, then finally had the entire planet held in her hands by the end of the year. Beyond that...there was simply a question mark followed by the infinity symbol. You gulped, the diagram's name was 'Project Goddess'.
"Stand here." Rouge's words snapped you to attention, thinking they were meant for you, when in reality she was speaking to Sarah. Your wife/goddess complied and stood in a small square marked on the floor. "Now," Rouge grinned her wide, toothy-grin outlined in her plump plum-colored lips. "Hand over the slave to me. We don't want him to be harmed if you have any...reactions to the treatment."
"..." Sarah looked down at you then back to Rouge, frowning. The she-devil herself frowned as well.
"I said give him to me." Her tone was much colder and demanding.
In a few moments, Sarah reached out and extended her palm towards Rouge, who happily plucked you up tightly between her fingers and dropped you back into the rightful spot of her cleavage, making sure to squish her boobs around you just so it was painful. Despite yourself, you began to massage and kiss almost on instinct.
"Now we can begin." Rouge smirked, snapping her fingers to signal her cronies. "The process may be a bit painful at first, but it's all in theory really. You're our first test subject!"
"That doesn't make me feel better." Sarah replied stoically as a scientist scurried over to her, a syringe needle in hand. He gently took Sarah's arm and prepped her with a warning before sticking the needle right into a vein, injecting whatever lay in the syringe's contents into her. Once he was done, he pulled it out of her and slapped a bandage onto the injection site, scurrying right off to whatever he was doing beforehand.
"How do you feel?" Rouge asked calmly.
"...Fine. Bit dizzy though." Sarah shrugged.
"Good. That means it's working." She laughed. "In a few moments, it should fill your entire system, drenching your cells, your nervous system, your very being." Rouge said almost dramatically. "You'll be just like our little slave here."
"Like I had any choice." Sarah grimaced, stumbling a bit as she tried to walk towards Rouge. Just what was going on?
"Now, give him...back...." Your wife muttered before collapsing to the floor, right at Rouge's feet, who only laughed at her. You gasped, trying to squirm free to get a better view of your fallen goddess, but no such luck being wedged between two fleshy walls.
"Hmm...I wonder how much she'll shrink? We made her just like you, slave." Rouge chortled, patting you with a finger. "Whenever her body comes under too much strain or damage, she shrinks. We made sure to inject some cyanide into her along with the shrinking condition." She explained, kneeling over to examine your dwindling wife as she shrank down to...
"What...what did you agree to?" You asked upwards to her large face a hundred feet above, a look of concern on your tiny features mirrored in her own gigantic expression as she gazed down to you standing cupped between her palms. Her eyes shifted ever so slightly into a worried glance, but quickly reverted back to their original, hard state. You yourself frowned further as well as she switched to glaring down at you, making your knees buckle and your entire half-inch self sag in defeat. It was a look she gave you whenever she was disappointed with either life, her daughters, or even you, and it always meant plenty bad for you, such casually being tossed into a shoe and walked on all day, placed in a sandwich and sloshed around in her mouth, or various other deeds performed for punishment by the goddess.
Now though...this one seemed a bit more intent than usual. Goddess Sarah opened her mouth to speak, blowing booming words in your direction and making you cringe a little, being so close to her face only amplified her already powerful voice. "What I did we can discuss later, if I even feel like speaking with you again, insect. What I do want to say is," She narrowed her eyes. "How could you choose Rouge over me. How. Could. You." She nearly hissed, anger strongly evident in every syllable spoken from her lips.
Of course, you had no real answer. You stuttered out some gibberish and fiddled with your hands, trying to form a coherent thought and force it into words. What could you say? That you feared Rouge more than her? That you worried that she would deliver a punishment far worse than any other you had received beforehand? No, none of those explanations could help your situation. With a downcast look, you sighed.
"I'm...I'm sorry my goddess." You said sadly, biting your lip sd you looked down and examined the lines of her palm. "I did not know what I was thinking at the time...but I truly do love you more than goddess Rouge...I do."
"When you are around me, you are to refer to her as just Rouge. Or bitch." Sarah said through grinding teeth, but her tone seemed to lessen a bit from angry after hearing your apology.
"Yes, goddess Sarah." You nodded, but gulped, hoping Rouge wouldn't hear that. The click-clack and thud of her boots on the tiled floor announced that the purple-clad woman was returning.
"Sarah darling!" Rouge chuckled as she entered the room, followed behind by her squad of muscle-men. "Everything's all set, if you'll just follow me, when can begin the procedure."
You looked up cautiously to your wife, eyebrow raised. "...Procedure?" You asked, but Sarah did not reply, only nodded at Rouge and stood up, walking beside her as they were lead by Rouge's men down another hallway. You looked around, still carried protectively in Sarah's hands, and you caught Rouge glancing over at you every once in a while, smirking down at you when the two of you made eye contact. You shivered a gulped, a byproduct of simply being looked at by Rouge.
Eventually the area darkened as Sarah and Rouge went down a flight of stairs, descending them quickly. The stairway was dimly lit by dying lightbulbs, bathing everything in a orange and yellow eerie glow. You got a bad feeling about all of this, but did not feel like being vocal about it. Years of subjugation and torture had made you quite subservient and meek enough not to voice your opinion.
"And here we are! Rouge Enterprises and the fruits of its labor." Rouge said in almost a grand tone, holding out her arms widely. Before you all was a wide and vast what could only be described as an scientific facility. It appeared to be an underground parking lot, but was renovated to hold everything here. Dozens of men and women in white lab coats ran about, some muttering to themselves, others furiously scribbling onto clipboards. Large machines overhead buzzed and hummed almost ominously.
Past by many experiments did you all walk. Some seemed almost impossible in design. One in particular caught your eye though. A diagram over the area of the experiment made it perfectly clear. It showed a picture of Rouge stepping into a chamber, and after some sort of process, she stepped out. In the following panels of the diagram, it seemed to follow a process of time. In a week, Rouge was as tall as a skyscraper, then had a city at her feet in a month's time, then finally had the entire planet held in her hands by the end of the year. Beyond that...there was simply a question mark followed by the infinity symbol. You gulped, the diagram's name was 'Project Goddess'.
"Stand here." Rouge's words snapped you to attention, thinking they were meant for you, when in reality she was speaking to Sarah. Your wife/goddess complied and stood in a small square marked on the floor. "Now," Rouge grinned her wide, toothy-grin outlined in her plump plum-colored lips. "Hand over the slave to me. We don't want him to be harmed if you have any...reactions to the treatment."
"..." Sarah looked down at you then back to Rouge, frowning. The she-devil herself frowned as well.
"I said give him to me." Her tone was much colder and demanding.
In a few moments, Sarah reached out and extended her palm towards Rouge, who happily plucked you up tightly between her fingers and dropped you back into the rightful spot of her cleavage, making sure to squish her boobs around you just so it was painful. Despite yourself, you began to massage and kiss almost on instinct.
"Now we can begin." Rouge smirked, snapping her fingers to signal her cronies. "The process may be a bit painful at first, but it's all in theory really. You're our first test subject!"
"That doesn't make me feel better." Sarah replied stoically as a scientist scurried over to her, a syringe needle in hand. He gently took Sarah's arm and prepped her with a warning before sticking the needle right into a vein, injecting whatever lay in the syringe's contents into her. Once he was done, he pulled it out of her and slapped a bandage onto the injection site, scurrying right off to whatever he was doing beforehand.
"How do you feel?" Rouge asked calmly.
"...Fine. Bit dizzy though." Sarah shrugged.
"Good. That means it's working." She laughed. "In a few moments, it should fill your entire system, drenching your cells, your nervous system, your very being." Rouge said almost dramatically. "You'll be just like our little slave here."
"Like I had any choice." Sarah grimaced, stumbling a bit as she tried to walk towards Rouge. Just what was going on?
"Now, give him...back...." Your wife muttered before collapsing to the floor, right at Rouge's feet, who only laughed at her. You gasped, trying to squirm free to get a better view of your fallen goddess, but no such luck being wedged between two fleshy walls.
"Hmm...I wonder how much she'll shrink? We made her just like you, slave." Rouge chortled, patting you with a finger. "Whenever her body comes under too much strain or damage, she shrinks. We made sure to inject some cyanide into her along with the shrinking condition." She explained, kneeling over to examine your dwindling wife as she shrank down to...
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