Try and sneak out
Shrinking in excitement
chapter 7
by
copier
· original author:
tier-fett
You rant behind the toilet seat and curled up into a ball trying to fit behind the cold porcelain seat and the cold tile wall. COLD, shit your winky was deflating and you felt your shoulder starting to squeeze inside the space. Your mom, still far taller than you passes in front of you. Her long skirt brushed against your knees. You look up and watch her turning to look at the mirror over the sink. She turns on the water and has her back facing you.
You take this opportunity to try and escape why you can. You try to get up but to your horror you are stuck. You grew too much and can’t get your shoulder out from the space under the toilet without trying to extend yourself out but that would…you look up at your mom who is opening the medicine cabinet.
There is only one way out of here. You curl back up and tuck your hand into your lap…fortunately or unfortunately at that moment your mom dropped her skirt exposing her long legs and her panties…desha’vu. And with both apprehension and relief you feel the space you are in get bigger.
You are small enough to slip behind the toilet and head to the door. You steal a look at Mom to make sure she is looking away, then dash for the door. You plaster yourself against the side of the bottom cabinet. Your titanic mother is not just around the corner, literally looking over you, and if she turns just to her right you know she will see you. In a desperate jump you reach the door handle. Your hand grabs it but to your shock it does not move, it holds still…it’s locked.
You drop back to the floor, and plaster yourself against the cabinet side again. You guess yourself to be about 15 inches now. You can stand up straight and not reach the counter top. You would barely rise above your mom’s calf. Speaking of calf you look around the corner and see your mom’s giant leg rise above you so close that you can touch it. The sound of water in the sink stops…what is she doing you wonder…
You take this opportunity to try and escape why you can. You try to get up but to your horror you are stuck. You grew too much and can’t get your shoulder out from the space under the toilet without trying to extend yourself out but that would…you look up at your mom who is opening the medicine cabinet.
There is only one way out of here. You curl back up and tuck your hand into your lap…fortunately or unfortunately at that moment your mom dropped her skirt exposing her long legs and her panties…desha’vu. And with both apprehension and relief you feel the space you are in get bigger.
You are small enough to slip behind the toilet and head to the door. You steal a look at Mom to make sure she is looking away, then dash for the door. You plaster yourself against the side of the bottom cabinet. Your titanic mother is not just around the corner, literally looking over you, and if she turns just to her right you know she will see you. In a desperate jump you reach the door handle. Your hand grabs it but to your shock it does not move, it holds still…it’s locked.
You drop back to the floor, and plaster yourself against the cabinet side again. You guess yourself to be about 15 inches now. You can stand up straight and not reach the counter top. You would barely rise above your mom’s calf. Speaking of calf you look around the corner and see your mom’s giant leg rise above you so close that you can touch it. The sound of water in the sink stops…what is she doing you wonder…
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June 2
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