The Omnitrix Hates Ben
Anime Shrink Interactive
chapter 16
by
copier
· original author:
fearboy
Ben reached towards his wrist where is Omnitrix was ready to be activated. He knew that he was taking a gamble by disobeying his god-sized cousin, but he refused to allow her to win this. If he kissed her smelly, sweaty feet, she’d never let him forget it. He’s forever be reminded that he was the boy that gave in. The severity of his situation hadn’t sunk in for Ben yet. This was to him just another game of dominance between him and his cousin. If he had known how far things were and that the game was over, he would have listened to Gwen. Gwen owned him now and his fate and very life was in her hands or rather feet. All he could do was make it worse, which he did when he slammed his palm down on the Omnitrix.
A bright green light exploded out from under Gwen’s smelly foot. Gwen stared dumbly as the light passed, knowing what it meant and surprised at how stupid her cousin could be. Gritting her teeth, she lifted up her foot slowly, ready to bring it back down on Ben once she saw what he had become. “You’re in big trouble, you little dweeb. I’m going to make wish you had licked my toes,” she hissed, meaning every word of it. She stared at the tiny, sweat covered person under her foot and quickly her snarling face broke into a look of delight.
“This is too good,” Gwen laughed. Ben had transformed all right, but not into any of his strong, powerful aliens. He hadn’t transformed into the tiny Greymatter either. Ben had turned into Ripjaws, a fearsome, razor-sharp toothed, underwater alien. The key word there was underwater.
“Damn,” Ben wheezed as he found his lungs quickly burning, this time not from inhaling the thick stench of Gwen’s feet. He couldn’t survive on dry land in this alien form and he couldn’t return to normal until the timer in the watch ran out. He was literally a fish out of water in the middle of the desert.
He flapped around on the table and Gwen moved her foot away to better look at her suffocating cousin. She watched him clutch his throat, finding something missing in Ben’s suffering. She wanted him humiliated and in pain, but this didn’t please her. It hit her in an instant that it was because she wasn’t responsible for this, Ben’s own stupidity was. She wanted Ben to suffocate, but not on fresh air. She wanted the smooth bottom of her sole to be what smothered the little bug. Seeing that Ben was starting to black out, Gwen quickly got up to ‘help’ him.
“H-help me,” Ben squeaked, hating to beg even in this instant. He could see Gwen getting something and his eyes widened with relief when he saw her get a clear glass. He knew that she would save him. She walked back to the table, walking strait past a sink, and sat right back down. The empty glass was put down right beside Ben’s thrashing body.
“What are you doing?” He gasped out, clutching his scaly chest as he lay their licking his lips trying to find moisture. Gwen paid him no heed, paying more attention to her only covered foot. Quickly she removed the only sock she was wearing, wrinkling her nose in disgust as the horrible smell hit her. Holding the sock between both hands, she lifted it above the glass and started wringing it out. She had been sweating a lot and her wool sock had absorbed all the thick liquid. As soon as started twisting it, her sweet started dripping down into the glass. She wrung her sock out as hard as she could, only getting a few inches of sweat to fill the glass, but it was enough. Grabbing Ben’s semiconscious body by his webbed feet, she lifted him above the glass filled with foot sweat.
“No!” Ben screamed out with all the strength he had left. Gwen let him go and he plunged head first into the cup. He hit the hot pool of sweat with a splash. Ripjaws could survive in saltwater, clear water and, as he discovered to his disgust, pure sweat. The murky, salty water filled his gills and Ben drank it down, retching every time it filtered through his alien body. The taste of feet and sweet filled all his senses. It was like his previous torture in liquid form. He was safe, but Gwen had humiliated him more then ever before in his life. He was swimming in her foot sweat, things couldn’t get any worse.
“Enjoying your swim Ben?” Gwen cruelly asked as she looked down into the glass as Ben swam circles in his glass prison. Another thing he noticed was that the walls were too high for him to jump and too smooth to climb. He was stuck in the glass, swimming in foot sweat until Gwen let him out. He stared angrily back at Gwen, promising his own revenge.
The table shook slightly as Gwen put her now both naked feet up on the table. She slipped back on her sock and then lay back, putting her feet right beside Ben’s glass. The massive feet rested right before Ben and he was forced to look at them. They were Gwen’s prime choice of torture and he could not escape them. He wondered how long it would be before Gwen fixed him and he could begin plotting his own revenge. Ben didn’t know much about the severity of his situation, but of he knew that Gwen hadn’t even considered turning him back since he first shrank, he would be scared. Stone cold scared.
A bright green light exploded out from under Gwen’s smelly foot. Gwen stared dumbly as the light passed, knowing what it meant and surprised at how stupid her cousin could be. Gritting her teeth, she lifted up her foot slowly, ready to bring it back down on Ben once she saw what he had become. “You’re in big trouble, you little dweeb. I’m going to make wish you had licked my toes,” she hissed, meaning every word of it. She stared at the tiny, sweat covered person under her foot and quickly her snarling face broke into a look of delight.
“This is too good,” Gwen laughed. Ben had transformed all right, but not into any of his strong, powerful aliens. He hadn’t transformed into the tiny Greymatter either. Ben had turned into Ripjaws, a fearsome, razor-sharp toothed, underwater alien. The key word there was underwater.
“Damn,” Ben wheezed as he found his lungs quickly burning, this time not from inhaling the thick stench of Gwen’s feet. He couldn’t survive on dry land in this alien form and he couldn’t return to normal until the timer in the watch ran out. He was literally a fish out of water in the middle of the desert.
He flapped around on the table and Gwen moved her foot away to better look at her suffocating cousin. She watched him clutch his throat, finding something missing in Ben’s suffering. She wanted him humiliated and in pain, but this didn’t please her. It hit her in an instant that it was because she wasn’t responsible for this, Ben’s own stupidity was. She wanted Ben to suffocate, but not on fresh air. She wanted the smooth bottom of her sole to be what smothered the little bug. Seeing that Ben was starting to black out, Gwen quickly got up to ‘help’ him.
“H-help me,” Ben squeaked, hating to beg even in this instant. He could see Gwen getting something and his eyes widened with relief when he saw her get a clear glass. He knew that she would save him. She walked back to the table, walking strait past a sink, and sat right back down. The empty glass was put down right beside Ben’s thrashing body.
“What are you doing?” He gasped out, clutching his scaly chest as he lay their licking his lips trying to find moisture. Gwen paid him no heed, paying more attention to her only covered foot. Quickly she removed the only sock she was wearing, wrinkling her nose in disgust as the horrible smell hit her. Holding the sock between both hands, she lifted it above the glass and started wringing it out. She had been sweating a lot and her wool sock had absorbed all the thick liquid. As soon as started twisting it, her sweet started dripping down into the glass. She wrung her sock out as hard as she could, only getting a few inches of sweat to fill the glass, but it was enough. Grabbing Ben’s semiconscious body by his webbed feet, she lifted him above the glass filled with foot sweat.
“No!” Ben screamed out with all the strength he had left. Gwen let him go and he plunged head first into the cup. He hit the hot pool of sweat with a splash. Ripjaws could survive in saltwater, clear water and, as he discovered to his disgust, pure sweat. The murky, salty water filled his gills and Ben drank it down, retching every time it filtered through his alien body. The taste of feet and sweet filled all his senses. It was like his previous torture in liquid form. He was safe, but Gwen had humiliated him more then ever before in his life. He was swimming in her foot sweat, things couldn’t get any worse.
“Enjoying your swim Ben?” Gwen cruelly asked as she looked down into the glass as Ben swam circles in his glass prison. Another thing he noticed was that the walls were too high for him to jump and too smooth to climb. He was stuck in the glass, swimming in foot sweat until Gwen let him out. He stared angrily back at Gwen, promising his own revenge.
The table shook slightly as Gwen put her now both naked feet up on the table. She slipped back on her sock and then lay back, putting her feet right beside Ben’s glass. The massive feet rested right before Ben and he was forced to look at them. They were Gwen’s prime choice of torture and he could not escape them. He wondered how long it would be before Gwen fixed him and he could begin plotting his own revenge. Ben didn’t know much about the severity of his situation, but of he knew that Gwen hadn’t even considered turning him back since he first shrank, he would be scared. Stone cold scared.
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March 13, 2025
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