Heather's Personal Hell
Revenge of the Geek Gal
chapter 28
by
copier
· original author:
penslayer5
Heather continued her journey through the deep valley of flesh and mucus, her thoughts a jumbled mess of anger and confusion. She was angry at the geek girl (Obviously), her current situation, and the world. But at the same time confused if she'd made the right choice. She must have, right? She'd won.
So why does her victory taste like ashes?
Why?
Eventually Heather tried to force herself to think about something else. If she didn't she'd most likely snap. For now she had to stay focused on the slimy flesh pit Edna called a vagina, and find her friends... or at least the exit.
While walking, Heather felt her stomach begin to grumble. When was the last time she'd eaten? Probably earlier that morning. "Damn it." the microscopic idol cursed. She doubted there was a convenient store in here.
She'd just have to suck it up for now and deal with her food situation later. Once again she returned her attention to her trek, Walking seemed to take forever as it felt like she was making no progress in her strides. Even though this long valley seemed like was a valley, it actually just a wrinkle in the geek girl's vagina.
For all Heather knew it could take hours before she made any true headway. This was just another horrible reminder about her new life as a microbe. She was small, insignificant, weak, and it would take her hours to get anywhere. Again she felt the hot tears sting her cheeks.
Damn Edna McCoy!
Damn her situation!
Damn the world!
Damn it all to Hell!
She'd made the right choice, didn't she?
Before she could ponder this any further, the microbe known as Heather Miles was sent sailing through the air as her world shifted. The shrunken girls screamed as she impacted one of the walls. Just like her friends previous she stuck right to it. Try as she may, her struggles amounted to nothing at her size. These walls weren't like the dildo.
Heather wanted to scream... To vent her frustration.
So she did.
This new world of hers... Was hell.
So why does her victory taste like ashes?
Why?
Eventually Heather tried to force herself to think about something else. If she didn't she'd most likely snap. For now she had to stay focused on the slimy flesh pit Edna called a vagina, and find her friends... or at least the exit.
While walking, Heather felt her stomach begin to grumble. When was the last time she'd eaten? Probably earlier that morning. "Damn it." the microscopic idol cursed. She doubted there was a convenient store in here.
She'd just have to suck it up for now and deal with her food situation later. Once again she returned her attention to her trek, Walking seemed to take forever as it felt like she was making no progress in her strides. Even though this long valley seemed like was a valley, it actually just a wrinkle in the geek girl's vagina.
For all Heather knew it could take hours before she made any true headway. This was just another horrible reminder about her new life as a microbe. She was small, insignificant, weak, and it would take her hours to get anywhere. Again she felt the hot tears sting her cheeks.
Damn Edna McCoy!
Damn her situation!
Damn the world!
Damn it all to Hell!
She'd made the right choice, didn't she?
Before she could ponder this any further, the microbe known as Heather Miles was sent sailing through the air as her world shifted. The shrunken girls screamed as she impacted one of the walls. Just like her friends previous she stuck right to it. Try as she may, her struggles amounted to nothing at her size. These walls weren't like the dildo.
Heather wanted to scream... To vent her frustration.
So she did.
This new world of hers... Was hell.
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