Shelby needs help Shrunk in an Amusement Park chapter 17 by Louka31

The door to Leslie’s room opened and Shelby walked in, and came over to the bed. She looked at you on Leslie’s belly, and looked at Leslie and rolled her eyes.

“What! I thought it would feel near to have him walk on my belly!”

“And you indulged her. Typical Mike and Leslie,” Shelby laughed.

You hadn’t thought about it, but Shelby was right. You’d given Leslie feet and back rubs in the past, chauffeured her around, and even done a few homework assignments for her. You guessed it was no surprise that even though you were conflicted about what had just happened, you had given in.

Your relationship with Shelby was different. She was a little bit older than you, so she’d always kind of been like a second mom. But you shared some of the same interests, so you’d always had a lot more conversation with her.

“While I’m sure prancing around on our sister’s belly is no doubt a ton of fun, I was hoping you could actually help me - you know, something useful,” Shelby said.

“Ummm, this is useful,” Leslie said, blowing more smoke on you.

“You’re an idiot,” Shelby said, as she lifted you off of her sister’s belly. Shelby walked down and to her room and took you inside and sat at her computer desk, and sat you down on the table between her small decorative ashtray and a stack of multicolored sticker notes.

“Okay, look at me and tell me what’s different about me,” she said. You studied over your sister. Her face was plain but pretty. And it hit you.

“You’re but wearing your glasses!” You exclaimed.

“And circle gets the square,” she replied. “A screw fell out and they won’t stay on. I can’t find my little repair kit. I know the screw popped out right here at my desk. I was helping mom, then came here to blog. I saw it hit the carpet, but I can’t find it.”

“Oh yeah, I can help for sure,” you said.

Your giant sister picked you up and sat you in the floor near her massive feet. As you scanned the ground for the screw you heard a lighter click and the all too familiar smell of a menthol cigarette wafted through the air. You quickly spotted the screw, which while tiny to your sister would’ve been about knee height to you.

“Got it!” you exclaimed, grabbing the giant, to you, screw. Shelby lifted you back onto the table and you screwed the screw back in for her. She slipped her glasses on and you saw a sigh of relief on her face.

“Thanks little bro!” she exclaimed, lifting you up into her stream of smoke and to her lips where she planted a grateful kiss on your tiny body. She pulled you away and had an awkward look on her face. She took another drag and brought you close to her mouth, giving you a smoky kiss that rivaled the ones Janelle gave you.