Found but Not Yet Safe
My Shrunken Life (Re-Upload)
chapter 12
by
Bobob1
Shuddering at the feeling of the filthy mass of gunk between her fingers, Kim hurriedly dumped the offending object on the bed, and furiously wiped her fingers off on her tight jeans. She had been sorely tempted to just throw the thing in the bin but the fact that it had come off all at once was nagging at the back of her mind and telling her to give it a closer inspection.
For her part Claire frowned as her housemate deposited a mound of gunk on her nice clean bed, biting back a complaint but not able to resist the temptation to roll her eyes. The only thing that stopped her from throwing the dirty clump in the bin herself was a desire not to touch it if at all possible, so instead she just looked down curiously as she waited for Kim to act.
Though you were still barely lucid, every instinct in your body was screaming at you to move, to twitch, to do something to tell these looming giants that you were something more than just a piece of dirt. As two pairs of eyes peered down at you the best you could manage was an almost invisible vibration, the sort of thing that could easily be dismissed as a movement in the bed itself.
For a moment Claire felt that she had seen the gunk move, but quickly dismissed it as a trick of the eye. Fed up with waiting, she opened her mouth to tell Kim to clean up after herself, before closing it again with a snap as she saw another wriggle, leaning in for a closer look. Her housemate noticed the movement as well, the Asian girl reaching down to poke curiously at the tiny thing. Both girls gasped as it moved again in response, and a hand flew to your sister’s mouth in dismayed recognition.
“Oh geez, it’s Ben!” Kim’s eyes snapped to Claire at the outburst and the younger girl elaborated. “I’ve seen him like this before, once or twice. When he’s so badly crushed that he just a shapeless blob that can barely move.” She chuckled, though there was no humour in it. “Guess that tells us where he’s been for the last couple of weeks. You really did a number on him.”
Unable to speak at the revelation, Kim looked down at you in horror, tears starting to well in her eyes at the magnitude of what she’d done. For your part you could only vaguely make out what was going on, but you could tell that things were finally starting to go your way as Claire reached down to gently run a finger over your body, shooting you a small sad smile as she did. Your sister’s face turned away to yell something down the hall and soon after your mother and elder sister entered the room as well, displaying varying degrees of relief and sadness as they looked down at you.
Sarah reached down to snatch you up, ignoring both the grime that covered you and the mild protests of her mother as she watched your struggle to reform up close. It had been awhile since she had seen you in a state this bad, and she couldn’t help but be fascinated by your odd nature. You didn’t mind so much being held like this, but you did wish she’d stop poking you so roughly.
Before Mary could take any steps to reign in her oldest child she was distracted by a whimper from her right, turning to see Kim in tears as she kneeled sadly on the bed. Getting the quick story from Claire, she did her best to comfort the crying girl, ensuring her that this kind of thing just happened sometimes and they’d chalk it up to a learning experience. She ensured the exchange student that you wouldn’t hate her for it, unaware that she was helping to nurture the girls feelings for you.
By the time Kim had finally calmed down enough to be left on her own, your senses had almost fully returned, though you were still a basically amorphous blob of dirty flesh. You were just able to see enough to see your mother’s hand descending on you as she took you away from your sister, squeezing harder than she had probably intended as she clenched her hand around you and shook her head at Sarah. “You have to be more careful with him than that. I’ll put him somewhere safe while he reforms. You girls can go back to whatever you were doing before.”
You were thankful that you were going to be taken to safety. You just hoped that this wouldn’t work out like so many times before when ‘safety’ translated to more pain and humiliation.
For her part Claire frowned as her housemate deposited a mound of gunk on her nice clean bed, biting back a complaint but not able to resist the temptation to roll her eyes. The only thing that stopped her from throwing the dirty clump in the bin herself was a desire not to touch it if at all possible, so instead she just looked down curiously as she waited for Kim to act.
Though you were still barely lucid, every instinct in your body was screaming at you to move, to twitch, to do something to tell these looming giants that you were something more than just a piece of dirt. As two pairs of eyes peered down at you the best you could manage was an almost invisible vibration, the sort of thing that could easily be dismissed as a movement in the bed itself.
For a moment Claire felt that she had seen the gunk move, but quickly dismissed it as a trick of the eye. Fed up with waiting, she opened her mouth to tell Kim to clean up after herself, before closing it again with a snap as she saw another wriggle, leaning in for a closer look. Her housemate noticed the movement as well, the Asian girl reaching down to poke curiously at the tiny thing. Both girls gasped as it moved again in response, and a hand flew to your sister’s mouth in dismayed recognition.
“Oh geez, it’s Ben!” Kim’s eyes snapped to Claire at the outburst and the younger girl elaborated. “I’ve seen him like this before, once or twice. When he’s so badly crushed that he just a shapeless blob that can barely move.” She chuckled, though there was no humour in it. “Guess that tells us where he’s been for the last couple of weeks. You really did a number on him.”
Unable to speak at the revelation, Kim looked down at you in horror, tears starting to well in her eyes at the magnitude of what she’d done. For your part you could only vaguely make out what was going on, but you could tell that things were finally starting to go your way as Claire reached down to gently run a finger over your body, shooting you a small sad smile as she did. Your sister’s face turned away to yell something down the hall and soon after your mother and elder sister entered the room as well, displaying varying degrees of relief and sadness as they looked down at you.
Sarah reached down to snatch you up, ignoring both the grime that covered you and the mild protests of her mother as she watched your struggle to reform up close. It had been awhile since she had seen you in a state this bad, and she couldn’t help but be fascinated by your odd nature. You didn’t mind so much being held like this, but you did wish she’d stop poking you so roughly.
Before Mary could take any steps to reign in her oldest child she was distracted by a whimper from her right, turning to see Kim in tears as she kneeled sadly on the bed. Getting the quick story from Claire, she did her best to comfort the crying girl, ensuring her that this kind of thing just happened sometimes and they’d chalk it up to a learning experience. She ensured the exchange student that you wouldn’t hate her for it, unaware that she was helping to nurture the girls feelings for you.
By the time Kim had finally calmed down enough to be left on her own, your senses had almost fully returned, though you were still a basically amorphous blob of dirty flesh. You were just able to see enough to see your mother’s hand descending on you as she took you away from your sister, squeezing harder than she had probably intended as she clenched her hand around you and shook her head at Sarah. “You have to be more careful with him than that. I’ll put him somewhere safe while he reforms. You girls can go back to whatever you were doing before.”
You were thankful that you were going to be taken to safety. You just hoped that this wouldn’t work out like so many times before when ‘safety’ translated to more pain and humiliation.
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April 23, 2025
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