While getting the stuff out of Sheila's car's trunk, you heard a stomach growl and instinctively looked at Lillian, but Jen blushed instead.
"I... I actually slept in and missed breakfast to be here on time, so, I think I should grab something to eat" she said apologetically
"That's fine. I'll go with you. I figured we'd also need some drinks" Lillian shrugged. Then you heard another, louder stomach growling, but it came from behind you.
"I guess I'm not the only hungry one" Sheila laughed, patting her belly.
"So, uh... want something?" Lillian asked you, quickly recovering after her mom's noises interrupted her current train of thought.
"Well, I had breakfast not too long before, but I'd be down for a soda" You reply with a shrug, and go back to the car to grab your backpack and get some cash from your wallet to give her.
"People usually say what kind of drink they'll want" Lillian said with a smug look
"I think you've known me long enough to know my favorite... and if you miss that, I guess you should turn over your 'best friend card' " You reply with equal smugness, and she laughs
"Touché. But if I can't find it, it'll have to be something else" She warned
"You easily know my top 5 drinks" You chuckled
"More like 10, or even 15 if I think about it" Lillian said "Welp, we'll go get that while you set up our stuff, ok?"
"Yeah, but how will you know where to find me?" You asked with a raised eyebrow
"There's a huge chunk of the beach with hardly any people in it, and you're like 7 feet tall, I don't think you're easy to miss, duh" She said, flicking a finger on your forehead.
"Okay, got me there. Anyway, I'll try to be in a straight line from here, you should easily find our parasols" You said
"Besides, mom can probably like sniff you out or something" Lillian chuckled, and Sheila playfully stuck her tongue out at her daughter for her remark.
"Alright! See ya in a few!" Lillian waved and the 3 of them left, they headed to a bunch of food stands you saw in the distance. You shrugged and grabbed the stuff. The good thing about your size was that it let you get away with being quite strong despite not being a health nut nor a gym addict, so you grabbed everything in one go and walked to a nice, fairly secluded spot close to the sea but not too close.
It was a bit of hard, physical work, but you got it, and in a few minutes, you had put the towels, the parasols and the three beach chairs to have a nice, relaxing vacation day at the beach, you sigh in satisfaction and lay on one of the beach chairs and browse your phone for memes. Not too long after, you're not sure if it's the heat or something else, since you're not exactly the kind of guy to tire out easily, but you suddenly feel sleepy, very sleepy.
Your body feels weak, and you can no longer move. You feel scared. It's normal instinct that when you're falling asleep you feel like you're falling, as your brain sends a drastic electrical signal to jolt your body back to life, but this time, that jolt never comes, and you can't even move your limbs anymore. You think about screaming for help, but even your mouth and vocal chords fail to respond you.
'What the hell is this?!' You think, and fruitlessly try to will your body into moving to no avail.
'Is... is this how I die? I didn't even do anything stupid! I didn't eat or drink anything weird! C'mon!' You think and struggle harder, but that only depletes what little energy you had left, which dwindles down by the second. Soon, the darkness gets its cold, ruthless grasp on you.
'You've got to be freaking... kidding... me...' You think, still angry at the sheer absurdity of this situation that escapes your comprehension as your conscience gradually drifts away into the endless void.
An unknown amount of time later, you suddenly wake up, although your eyes are still closed, you can still see that there's sunlight over you. You wonder is that was some sort of day-nightmare, or sleep paralysis, but you're glad to be alive, and that whatever happened is over. However, something feels off, and you open your eyes. There's a hell of a lot more open space around you, very strangely; you look down next, and you see that a similar material to your beach chair is under you, but it extends miles and miles into the horizon, and as your eyes regain their focus, you can see that the thing still has the same colored stripes, but they're much larger and spread much farther away.
You scratch your head, wondering if this is some kind of fever dream, as you weren't the kind to do drugs. You stand up and feel the sunlight heating your skin, but that could be simulated in a dream, or so you think. You next pinch yourself, which only succeeds in making you feel pain, but this weird illusion you seem to be trapped in won't go away. You then slap yourself, to no effect, and before you can think of anything else, there's a series of earthquakes that knock you off your feet.
You struggle to stand up and turn to look, and you feel your blood run cold: Before you, though at what must be several miles away in your scale, Sheila, Lillian and Jen stand with their backs turned. For them to look so large and yet be so far away, they must be beyond huge to you. You then quickly put two and two together, and a horrid realization hits you like a bucket of cold water: Somehow, you shrunk to an incredibly small size. You're decent at calculating the size of things without rulers, but this is absolutely ridiculous. Still, by your own estimation, you must be a fraction of an inch tall compared to the chair.
"What the friggin he-?!" you mumble to yourself when suddenly, a thunderous explosion roars from their direction, and soon after, what felt like a massive, warm hurricane's worth of wind harshly knocks you over and shortly after the smell hits you.
"Mom!" Lillian groaned. Sheila simply giggled in response and Jen had an embarrassed look herself, but she refrained from saying anything.
"Whoops, excuse me" She said.
"Can you please go easy with the farts?" Lillian frowned. She was fond of passing gas herself, as both you and Jen knew, but even Lillian considered her mom's to be just plain excessive.
"Hmm... well... I can try, but I can't really guarantee anything" Sheila said, lightly patting her belly, which grumbled in response, almost ominously so.
"Besides, you should be used to them" She then nonchalantly ripped a second one, which was longer, louder and smellier than the first. Despite the considerable distance between them at you, you were hit by her raging winds just as hard as the first time, and your ears rang painfully from its sheer blaring noise. The smell worsened considerably, as you expected and your back hurt a bit, since she knocked you down on it twice in a row already,
"Ugh... I might be, but no one else is on that kind of tolerance level" An annoyed Lillian remarked.
"Jen here's gonna end up needing a gas mask if you keep it up... Plus, they're really bad, even for you, and Blaise's right over there..." She added, eliciting more giggling from her mother, who seldom took these things seriously. Meanwhile, Jen was almost desperately fanning the offensive smell away from her own face.
"Oh please, you fart a lot more than I do and don't even bother holding them in" Sheila said, but Lillian and Jen looked at each other, that was a very dubious claim, one that even Jen didn't believe, as she'd been around Lillian's house long enough to have hear and smell the kind of devastation Sheila unleashed on a regular basis.
"And we know you do that a lot when you're around Blaise, or directly on him, or in his face when you can help it" Sheila added, and this time, Jen couldn't help but snicker, as that was indeed true.
"Yeah yeah, whatever... but please let's not ruin this beautiful day so early" Lillian facepalmed, pinching the brigde of her nose in annoyance, feeling an incoming headache from having to deal with her mom. She couldn't help but feel that she wasn't even supposed to be here.
"Besides, Blaise's a gentleman and he's never complained about it... at least he hasn't complained about mine" Sheila said, adding more smug playfulness towards the end of her sentence.
"Well, I guess he owes it to us that he knows girls fart too" Lillian chuckled, Jen's snicker stopped and instead she blushed.
"I'd say you can relax and let loose too, but we both know yours are even worse than mine or mom's... those might be toxic for real" Lillian whispered into Jen's ear, making her blush intensify and her lips quiver, wanting to angrily retort at her, but feeling to embarrassed to put her thoughts together.
"Don't say that when Blaise's near!" Jen then replied, feeling very flustered at her friend's remark.
"If you plan on spending more time around him, he'll have to know sooner or later... you might hide the noise, but there's no way you can do that with your smell" Lillian smiled, almost like the Chesire cat, knowing that she easily pushed Jen's buttons going by the look of her face.
"He doesn't have to know anything! Besides... I don't want to gross him out or something" She said, her anger waning as it was overpowered by her growing embarrassment.
"Well, if you're that worried, how about you give me that tasty chili dog you got?" Sheila then interjected, surprising both girls, who temporarily forgot she was right there, though she didn't seem to mind.
"You know what? Yeah, I dunno why I chose this kind of food" Jen said, handing the large chili dog.
"I mean, you should've thought about that before eating two of those before" Lillian shrugged, and with that, they began heading towards the chairs, which was real unfortunate for you, as you were shrunken down to a tenth of an inch and stranded on one of them, you could only pray for a miracle...
"I... I actually slept in and missed breakfast to be here on time, so, I think I should grab something to eat" she said apologetically
"That's fine. I'll go with you. I figured we'd also need some drinks" Lillian shrugged. Then you heard another, louder stomach growling, but it came from behind you.
"I guess I'm not the only hungry one" Sheila laughed, patting her belly.
"So, uh... want something?" Lillian asked you, quickly recovering after her mom's noises interrupted her current train of thought.
"Well, I had breakfast not too long before, but I'd be down for a soda" You reply with a shrug, and go back to the car to grab your backpack and get some cash from your wallet to give her.
"People usually say what kind of drink they'll want" Lillian said with a smug look
"I think you've known me long enough to know my favorite... and if you miss that, I guess you should turn over your 'best friend card' " You reply with equal smugness, and she laughs
"Touché. But if I can't find it, it'll have to be something else" She warned
"You easily know my top 5 drinks" You chuckled
"More like 10, or even 15 if I think about it" Lillian said "Welp, we'll go get that while you set up our stuff, ok?"
"Yeah, but how will you know where to find me?" You asked with a raised eyebrow
"There's a huge chunk of the beach with hardly any people in it, and you're like 7 feet tall, I don't think you're easy to miss, duh" She said, flicking a finger on your forehead.
"Okay, got me there. Anyway, I'll try to be in a straight line from here, you should easily find our parasols" You said
"Besides, mom can probably like sniff you out or something" Lillian chuckled, and Sheila playfully stuck her tongue out at her daughter for her remark.
"Alright! See ya in a few!" Lillian waved and the 3 of them left, they headed to a bunch of food stands you saw in the distance. You shrugged and grabbed the stuff. The good thing about your size was that it let you get away with being quite strong despite not being a health nut nor a gym addict, so you grabbed everything in one go and walked to a nice, fairly secluded spot close to the sea but not too close.
It was a bit of hard, physical work, but you got it, and in a few minutes, you had put the towels, the parasols and the three beach chairs to have a nice, relaxing vacation day at the beach, you sigh in satisfaction and lay on one of the beach chairs and browse your phone for memes. Not too long after, you're not sure if it's the heat or something else, since you're not exactly the kind of guy to tire out easily, but you suddenly feel sleepy, very sleepy.
Your body feels weak, and you can no longer move. You feel scared. It's normal instinct that when you're falling asleep you feel like you're falling, as your brain sends a drastic electrical signal to jolt your body back to life, but this time, that jolt never comes, and you can't even move your limbs anymore. You think about screaming for help, but even your mouth and vocal chords fail to respond you.
'What the hell is this?!' You think, and fruitlessly try to will your body into moving to no avail.
'Is... is this how I die? I didn't even do anything stupid! I didn't eat or drink anything weird! C'mon!' You think and struggle harder, but that only depletes what little energy you had left, which dwindles down by the second. Soon, the darkness gets its cold, ruthless grasp on you.
'You've got to be freaking... kidding... me...' You think, still angry at the sheer absurdity of this situation that escapes your comprehension as your conscience gradually drifts away into the endless void.
An unknown amount of time later, you suddenly wake up, although your eyes are still closed, you can still see that there's sunlight over you. You wonder is that was some sort of day-nightmare, or sleep paralysis, but you're glad to be alive, and that whatever happened is over. However, something feels off, and you open your eyes. There's a hell of a lot more open space around you, very strangely; you look down next, and you see that a similar material to your beach chair is under you, but it extends miles and miles into the horizon, and as your eyes regain their focus, you can see that the thing still has the same colored stripes, but they're much larger and spread much farther away.
You scratch your head, wondering if this is some kind of fever dream, as you weren't the kind to do drugs. You stand up and feel the sunlight heating your skin, but that could be simulated in a dream, or so you think. You next pinch yourself, which only succeeds in making you feel pain, but this weird illusion you seem to be trapped in won't go away. You then slap yourself, to no effect, and before you can think of anything else, there's a series of earthquakes that knock you off your feet.
You struggle to stand up and turn to look, and you feel your blood run cold: Before you, though at what must be several miles away in your scale, Sheila, Lillian and Jen stand with their backs turned. For them to look so large and yet be so far away, they must be beyond huge to you. You then quickly put two and two together, and a horrid realization hits you like a bucket of cold water: Somehow, you shrunk to an incredibly small size. You're decent at calculating the size of things without rulers, but this is absolutely ridiculous. Still, by your own estimation, you must be a fraction of an inch tall compared to the chair.
"What the friggin he-?!" you mumble to yourself when suddenly, a thunderous explosion roars from their direction, and soon after, what felt like a massive, warm hurricane's worth of wind harshly knocks you over and shortly after the smell hits you.
"Mom!" Lillian groaned. Sheila simply giggled in response and Jen had an embarrassed look herself, but she refrained from saying anything.
"Whoops, excuse me" She said.
"Can you please go easy with the farts?" Lillian frowned. She was fond of passing gas herself, as both you and Jen knew, but even Lillian considered her mom's to be just plain excessive.
"Hmm... well... I can try, but I can't really guarantee anything" Sheila said, lightly patting her belly, which grumbled in response, almost ominously so.
"Besides, you should be used to them" She then nonchalantly ripped a second one, which was longer, louder and smellier than the first. Despite the considerable distance between them at you, you were hit by her raging winds just as hard as the first time, and your ears rang painfully from its sheer blaring noise. The smell worsened considerably, as you expected and your back hurt a bit, since she knocked you down on it twice in a row already,
"Ugh... I might be, but no one else is on that kind of tolerance level" An annoyed Lillian remarked.
"Jen here's gonna end up needing a gas mask if you keep it up... Plus, they're really bad, even for you, and Blaise's right over there..." She added, eliciting more giggling from her mother, who seldom took these things seriously. Meanwhile, Jen was almost desperately fanning the offensive smell away from her own face.
"Oh please, you fart a lot more than I do and don't even bother holding them in" Sheila said, but Lillian and Jen looked at each other, that was a very dubious claim, one that even Jen didn't believe, as she'd been around Lillian's house long enough to have hear and smell the kind of devastation Sheila unleashed on a regular basis.
"And we know you do that a lot when you're around Blaise, or directly on him, or in his face when you can help it" Sheila added, and this time, Jen couldn't help but snicker, as that was indeed true.
"Yeah yeah, whatever... but please let's not ruin this beautiful day so early" Lillian facepalmed, pinching the brigde of her nose in annoyance, feeling an incoming headache from having to deal with her mom. She couldn't help but feel that she wasn't even supposed to be here.
"Besides, Blaise's a gentleman and he's never complained about it... at least he hasn't complained about mine" Sheila said, adding more smug playfulness towards the end of her sentence.
"Well, I guess he owes it to us that he knows girls fart too" Lillian chuckled, Jen's snicker stopped and instead she blushed.
"I'd say you can relax and let loose too, but we both know yours are even worse than mine or mom's... those might be toxic for real" Lillian whispered into Jen's ear, making her blush intensify and her lips quiver, wanting to angrily retort at her, but feeling to embarrassed to put her thoughts together.
"Don't say that when Blaise's near!" Jen then replied, feeling very flustered at her friend's remark.
"If you plan on spending more time around him, he'll have to know sooner or later... you might hide the noise, but there's no way you can do that with your smell" Lillian smiled, almost like the Chesire cat, knowing that she easily pushed Jen's buttons going by the look of her face.
"He doesn't have to know anything! Besides... I don't want to gross him out or something" She said, her anger waning as it was overpowered by her growing embarrassment.
"Well, if you're that worried, how about you give me that tasty chili dog you got?" Sheila then interjected, surprising both girls, who temporarily forgot she was right there, though she didn't seem to mind.
"You know what? Yeah, I dunno why I chose this kind of food" Jen said, handing the large chili dog.
"I mean, you should've thought about that before eating two of those before" Lillian shrugged, and with that, they began heading towards the chairs, which was real unfortunate for you, as you were shrunken down to a tenth of an inch and stranded on one of them, you could only pray for a miracle...
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May 12, 2023
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