Wrong Turn
Shrinking in excitement
chapter 9
by
copier
· original author:
tier-fett
Linda left and went up stairs without so much as a glanse behind her. If she had she would have seen a real sight. Jack grew back to his normal 5'11'' hight, completly naked.
Jack opened his eyes slowly. Everything hurt. And he was cold. It took only a moment before he remembered the close call. OWW! His ribs felt like they had been caved in...well they may nearly have been. But all of this was nothing compared to the numb and burning sensation that was Jack's face. Slowly and with great effort the 18 year old grabs onto the cold sink and lifts himself up. WIth his one hand he tryes to close the door but it only shuts part of the way. Everything hurts.
Jack manages to open his eyes and looks at himself in the mirror. There is blood dripping from his nose, cuts that look like they were made with steel wool are on his cheeks and forehead. Running his toung over his bloody gums he is releaved that he still has all his teeth. That was the closest to death he had ever come. Jack knew he was lucky his mom didn't bite off his head. He turns on the sink and tunks his face into the water. It stings...a lot.
A few moments later Jack starts to feel more like himself. He stagars out of the bathroom. Blinking he thinks he needs to find his room and...and...lay down. This morning had been worse than a full day. Maybe he can just hide in his room and recover. He could call Samantha, she would understand, she might even come over. With these comforting thoughts Jack forgets he is naked and wanders off into the hallway.
Leaning up against a wall for support Jack's head starts to clear up and he remembers his room is up-stairs. He is in...the living room? He is about to turn around when he starts to hear thump,thump,thurmp, thump coming down the stairs. Instictivly he knows its his mom...what son doesn't know his own mother's steps. And with the same instinct he places his hands down trying to cover himself.
Linda grabs her glasses off the dresser and heads back downstars to reclame her top. She doesn't see anyone and there doesn't seem to be anyone but her at home so she doesn't bother putting it back on right away. She is rather comfortable in just the bra, letting the air touch her. Coming out of the bathroom she holds her shirt over her arm and walks into the living room. Seeing no one she goes to sit on the couch and reaches for a magazine on the coffee table. Somewhere around here there is a remote for the TV.
The blinds are down so Linda doesn't worry about anyone pinking in to get a look see at her. Linda leans back, opening her magazine. One foot she slides partly out of her 3'' sandals and places ontop of a pile of magazines on the coffee table. The other rests partially under the couch. Lazily Linda starts to work her way through the laminated paper. This could be a easy morning...
Jack opened his eyes slowly. Everything hurt. And he was cold. It took only a moment before he remembered the close call. OWW! His ribs felt like they had been caved in...well they may nearly have been. But all of this was nothing compared to the numb and burning sensation that was Jack's face. Slowly and with great effort the 18 year old grabs onto the cold sink and lifts himself up. WIth his one hand he tryes to close the door but it only shuts part of the way. Everything hurts.
Jack manages to open his eyes and looks at himself in the mirror. There is blood dripping from his nose, cuts that look like they were made with steel wool are on his cheeks and forehead. Running his toung over his bloody gums he is releaved that he still has all his teeth. That was the closest to death he had ever come. Jack knew he was lucky his mom didn't bite off his head. He turns on the sink and tunks his face into the water. It stings...a lot.
A few moments later Jack starts to feel more like himself. He stagars out of the bathroom. Blinking he thinks he needs to find his room and...and...lay down. This morning had been worse than a full day. Maybe he can just hide in his room and recover. He could call Samantha, she would understand, she might even come over. With these comforting thoughts Jack forgets he is naked and wanders off into the hallway.
Leaning up against a wall for support Jack's head starts to clear up and he remembers his room is up-stairs. He is in...the living room? He is about to turn around when he starts to hear thump,thump,thurmp, thump coming down the stairs. Instictivly he knows its his mom...what son doesn't know his own mother's steps. And with the same instinct he places his hands down trying to cover himself.
Linda grabs her glasses off the dresser and heads back downstars to reclame her top. She doesn't see anyone and there doesn't seem to be anyone but her at home so she doesn't bother putting it back on right away. She is rather comfortable in just the bra, letting the air touch her. Coming out of the bathroom she holds her shirt over her arm and walks into the living room. Seeing no one she goes to sit on the couch and reaches for a magazine on the coffee table. Somewhere around here there is a remote for the TV.
The blinds are down so Linda doesn't worry about anyone pinking in to get a look see at her. Linda leans back, opening her magazine. One foot she slides partly out of her 3'' sandals and places ontop of a pile of magazines on the coffee table. The other rests partially under the couch. Lazily Linda starts to work her way through the laminated paper. This could be a easy morning...
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