Vengeful Cousin
Anime Shrink Interactive
chapter 14
by
copier
· original author:
fearboy
“Gwen! What’s going on, why are you huge?” Ben sputtered as he stared at his cousin’s colossal face. Her face hung above him as big as a house. She was leaning forward, cupping the bottom of her head in her hands with her elbows on the ground. Ben stared up her massive pillar like arms to look Gwen in the eyes. Gwen’s face filled Ben’s vision; leaving him with his mouth gapping wide and a stunned look on his face. He could see himself reflected in her bright emerald eyes but saw something else in her gaze, a look of amusement.
“I’m not huge dweeb, your small,” Gwen cruelly informed Ben, who could only blink as he was unable to fully understand. His eyes pulled away from his cousin and he looked around him. The hard ground he had been lying on was the table inside the Rustbucket where he usually hanged around during the trip. Everything was so big to him now. He had been small before when he transformed into Graymatter, a bug-eyed alien the size of an action figure, but that size was huge compared to how big he was now. The inside of the Rustbucket seemed like a small town could fit inside it. He could see the ground and it was miles away from him. He had to be less then an inch tall, no bigger then a bug. It was freaking him out and the more he freaked out, the more Gwen smiled. Looking back at Gwen, Ben demanded some answers.
“What’s going on?”
Gwen rolled her eyes, not thrilled that Ben was getting mouthy already. She drew away, leaning back into the soft chair behind her. Ben thought she was ignoring him and was about to ask again, but then she lazily explained, not bothering to look at him. “After you passed out like a wuss, the Rustbucket’s engine overheated and smoke started billowing out. Grandpa stopped the RV at the side of the road and then left on foot to see if he could get something to fix the Rustbucket at the gas station a few miles back. He left me in change of you while he was gone.”
Ben stomped his tiny feet, not caring about what had happened while he was out other then why he was tiny. “That’s not what I meant, stupid! I want to know why I’m small, now!” Ben screamed, finding the tiny bit of patience he had long gone. He was never good at listening or being polite about anything, but he suddenly realized he should start thinking about it when he saw the relaxed look on Gwen’s face turn into a look of disdain.
Before he could react, Gwen’s hand shot out at him, plucking him off the table. Her fingers wrapped around the tiny boy completely. Within her fist, Ben squirmed helplessly; his arms pined to his side leaving him unable to reach the Omitrix. Pressure surrounded Ben, squeezing the air from his lungs and sending pain shooting through his body. He was blind until everything turned to the side and the fingers relaxed, opening up to show the huge angry face of Gwen only a few feet from him. Her hot breath blew on her shrunken cousin, making his hair blow back. Ben gulped, knowing that things were not looking good for him.
“I shrunk you dweeb and if you ever insult me again I’ll make you even smaller. I used a spell I learned last week to make you this size and I can use it again to turn you into nothing but a speck on my finger. So shut up Ben, or this will only get worse for you. You’re going to suffer now Ben, just wait and see,” Gwen snapped, her hand jumping as she talked, nearly throwing Ben off. He clung desperately to her fingers as he stared up at Gwen with fear for the first time. He knew that they didn’t get along, but this was way beyond just cousin’s bickering. Gwen looked ready to murder him and it left him wondering why.
“What I ever do to deserve this?” Ben asked and knew he should have taken Gwen’s advice and shut up when she scowled at him. Narrowing her eyes at her cousin, Gwen wrapped her fingers around him again, but this time made sure his head was sticking out from atop her fist. She brought him right up to her mouth, close enough that Ben could see the wrinkles in her lips. For a second, he thought she was going to bite of his face, but instead she only explained why she had done this to him in a booming voice that made his ears ring.
“Last Tuesday. We had stopped Dr. Animo and come back to the Rustbucket to rest. I lied down to take a nap, but you stayed awake to pull one of your juvenile pranks on me. You took of your shoes and socks and rubbed your dirty, smelly feet on my face. You thought I was slept through it, but I woke up just as you were rubbing your toes against my lips. I pretended I was still asleep, I didn’t want you to know that I knew what you’d done. What you did was humiliating and disgusting. I can still taste your toes in my mouth. Why’d you do something like that Ben?”
“I…I thought it would be funny,” Ben honestly said and tried to shrug his shoulders around Gwen’s massive fingers. It was just a harmless prank, he thought it would be funny to make his annoying cousin to smell his feet why she was asleep. The prank still seemed funny to him; Gwen was just overreacting. His feet couldn’t have been that bad.
His juvenile reason didn’t further enrage his cousin, but rather put a wicked smile on her face. Ben gulped nervously, not liking that look one bit. Gwen dropped him back to the table, where he landed with a thud. He had been dropped several dozen feet, but nothing seemed broken. Gwen stared darkly down at Ben and licked her lips. “Well Ben, I have some funny ideas of my own that I want to try out. Your going to pay for what you did Ben, along with all the other immature stuff you’ve done to me over the summer. Time to begin regretting everything you did to me Ben.”
“I’m not huge dweeb, your small,” Gwen cruelly informed Ben, who could only blink as he was unable to fully understand. His eyes pulled away from his cousin and he looked around him. The hard ground he had been lying on was the table inside the Rustbucket where he usually hanged around during the trip. Everything was so big to him now. He had been small before when he transformed into Graymatter, a bug-eyed alien the size of an action figure, but that size was huge compared to how big he was now. The inside of the Rustbucket seemed like a small town could fit inside it. He could see the ground and it was miles away from him. He had to be less then an inch tall, no bigger then a bug. It was freaking him out and the more he freaked out, the more Gwen smiled. Looking back at Gwen, Ben demanded some answers.
“What’s going on?”
Gwen rolled her eyes, not thrilled that Ben was getting mouthy already. She drew away, leaning back into the soft chair behind her. Ben thought she was ignoring him and was about to ask again, but then she lazily explained, not bothering to look at him. “After you passed out like a wuss, the Rustbucket’s engine overheated and smoke started billowing out. Grandpa stopped the RV at the side of the road and then left on foot to see if he could get something to fix the Rustbucket at the gas station a few miles back. He left me in change of you while he was gone.”
Ben stomped his tiny feet, not caring about what had happened while he was out other then why he was tiny. “That’s not what I meant, stupid! I want to know why I’m small, now!” Ben screamed, finding the tiny bit of patience he had long gone. He was never good at listening or being polite about anything, but he suddenly realized he should start thinking about it when he saw the relaxed look on Gwen’s face turn into a look of disdain.
Before he could react, Gwen’s hand shot out at him, plucking him off the table. Her fingers wrapped around the tiny boy completely. Within her fist, Ben squirmed helplessly; his arms pined to his side leaving him unable to reach the Omitrix. Pressure surrounded Ben, squeezing the air from his lungs and sending pain shooting through his body. He was blind until everything turned to the side and the fingers relaxed, opening up to show the huge angry face of Gwen only a few feet from him. Her hot breath blew on her shrunken cousin, making his hair blow back. Ben gulped, knowing that things were not looking good for him.
“I shrunk you dweeb and if you ever insult me again I’ll make you even smaller. I used a spell I learned last week to make you this size and I can use it again to turn you into nothing but a speck on my finger. So shut up Ben, or this will only get worse for you. You’re going to suffer now Ben, just wait and see,” Gwen snapped, her hand jumping as she talked, nearly throwing Ben off. He clung desperately to her fingers as he stared up at Gwen with fear for the first time. He knew that they didn’t get along, but this was way beyond just cousin’s bickering. Gwen looked ready to murder him and it left him wondering why.
“What I ever do to deserve this?” Ben asked and knew he should have taken Gwen’s advice and shut up when she scowled at him. Narrowing her eyes at her cousin, Gwen wrapped her fingers around him again, but this time made sure his head was sticking out from atop her fist. She brought him right up to her mouth, close enough that Ben could see the wrinkles in her lips. For a second, he thought she was going to bite of his face, but instead she only explained why she had done this to him in a booming voice that made his ears ring.
“Last Tuesday. We had stopped Dr. Animo and come back to the Rustbucket to rest. I lied down to take a nap, but you stayed awake to pull one of your juvenile pranks on me. You took of your shoes and socks and rubbed your dirty, smelly feet on my face. You thought I was slept through it, but I woke up just as you were rubbing your toes against my lips. I pretended I was still asleep, I didn’t want you to know that I knew what you’d done. What you did was humiliating and disgusting. I can still taste your toes in my mouth. Why’d you do something like that Ben?”
“I…I thought it would be funny,” Ben honestly said and tried to shrug his shoulders around Gwen’s massive fingers. It was just a harmless prank, he thought it would be funny to make his annoying cousin to smell his feet why she was asleep. The prank still seemed funny to him; Gwen was just overreacting. His feet couldn’t have been that bad.
His juvenile reason didn’t further enrage his cousin, but rather put a wicked smile on her face. Ben gulped nervously, not liking that look one bit. Gwen dropped him back to the table, where he landed with a thud. He had been dropped several dozen feet, but nothing seemed broken. Gwen stared darkly down at Ben and licked her lips. “Well Ben, I have some funny ideas of my own that I want to try out. Your going to pay for what you did Ben, along with all the other immature stuff you’ve done to me over the summer. Time to begin regretting everything you did to me Ben.”
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March 13, 2025
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