A dirty situation
Shrinking in excitement
chapter 9
by
copier
· original author:
tier-fett
Jennifer carefully balances herself while she digs into the soft black dirt. It squishes around her toes. As she pulls out another weed and tosses it behind her she spots a lump of cloth behind her tulips. Reaching over she grabs up a set of pants and under it are a shirt and shoes with socks and underwear. Frowning she missteps and plants her hole foot on a flower crushing it…”Oh Damn.” She says and tries backing out at the same time not killing the rest of her plants.
You can’t figure out what is going on but run to get out of the flowerbed. Figuring whatever Sam’s mom was doing she was doing it in the flower forest you head for open ground. You will have to hide but better than being buried alive. You wipe the soft dirt out of your eyes which only gets more in, “Aw, stupid soil.”
Breaking out of the flower canopy you try to sprint trying to get to the other side of the house but hit something about thigh high and pitch over it. You splay out not sure what you ran into since you are now half blind with the wet gooey turf in your eyes.
Jennifer clumsily steps on more of her flowers kicking up huge piles of dirt. Taking the risk she jumps up and lands outside her flowers just barely avoiding calamity by falling into them. Regaining her balance she looks at the pants that were in her flowers. Strange, why would pants be in the flowers? She searches through the pockets at the same time she casts a side glance for her flip-flops.
You clean the dirt out of your eyes enough to see you were on a flat platform like a patio or deck…you notice the arch and realize what it is…however it was too late as you feel the force of a sonic boom. It picked you and the shoe up and bounced. Stunned you clung to the deck then when you recovered you had no time to react as the massive semi of a foot covered in black dirt fell on top of you.
Jennifer slides her filthy feet into her flip-flops, left then right kicking off glops of the wet earth as she did so. It was caked around her does and under her feet so she headed back to the yard still holding the pants and a shirt. Finding a pocket with a wallet inside she saw the ID was non other than Sam’s boyfriend, Jack. She stops frowning trying to make sense of this. “Why are Jack’s Pants in the garden?”
She had no idea that her daughters boyfriend was now buried under the arch of her left foot being slowly crushed while she stood on top of him trying to figure out the reason his cloths had been among the flowers.
You can’t figure out what is going on but run to get out of the flowerbed. Figuring whatever Sam’s mom was doing she was doing it in the flower forest you head for open ground. You will have to hide but better than being buried alive. You wipe the soft dirt out of your eyes which only gets more in, “Aw, stupid soil.”
Breaking out of the flower canopy you try to sprint trying to get to the other side of the house but hit something about thigh high and pitch over it. You splay out not sure what you ran into since you are now half blind with the wet gooey turf in your eyes.
Jennifer clumsily steps on more of her flowers kicking up huge piles of dirt. Taking the risk she jumps up and lands outside her flowers just barely avoiding calamity by falling into them. Regaining her balance she looks at the pants that were in her flowers. Strange, why would pants be in the flowers? She searches through the pockets at the same time she casts a side glance for her flip-flops.
You clean the dirt out of your eyes enough to see you were on a flat platform like a patio or deck…you notice the arch and realize what it is…however it was too late as you feel the force of a sonic boom. It picked you and the shoe up and bounced. Stunned you clung to the deck then when you recovered you had no time to react as the massive semi of a foot covered in black dirt fell on top of you.
Jennifer slides her filthy feet into her flip-flops, left then right kicking off glops of the wet earth as she did so. It was caked around her does and under her feet so she headed back to the yard still holding the pants and a shirt. Finding a pocket with a wallet inside she saw the ID was non other than Sam’s boyfriend, Jack. She stops frowning trying to make sense of this. “Why are Jack’s Pants in the garden?”
She had no idea that her daughters boyfriend was now buried under the arch of her left foot being slowly crushed while she stood on top of him trying to figure out the reason his cloths had been among the flowers.
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