Occupied
Family's New Shrink Ray
chapter 18
by
copier
· original author:
pats2015
Debbie softly patted down the pocket that now held the pint sized Ron. He might come in handy later but first she had to find Madeline. The unfamiliar house took on an eerie presence at that moment as Debbie quietly walked through the empty halls. As she ventured deeper into the house the light source of the front foyer got farther away. Debbie listened closely for any signs of where Madeline may be. Despite her best efforts all she heard was the creaking of the floor under her footsteps and Ron's occasional muffled screams coming from her pocket.
Having throughly searched the downstairs and seeing no sign of Madeline, Debbie decided to head upstairs. As she ascended the stairs it didn't take her long to notice a small sliver of light peaking out from under a nearby door. Debbie silently shuffled towards the door. She placed her ear on the door frame she heard several female groans of distress. Throwing caution to the wind and unfazed by what she may see on the other side she went to go turn the knob only for it to not budge.
"Dammit". She said under her breath.
Madeline had locked herself in the bathroom. And by the sound of things her constipation had only gotten worse. Despite all the bizarre twists and turns of the last day the one thing that drove Debbie insane was not knowing what was going on. Debbie wanted answers and if that meant breaking down the bathroom door to get them than so be it.
Along with the bodily sounds coming from the other side of the door Debbie also heard the high pitch screams that resembled little squeaks coming from Ron. Maybe she wouldn't have to bust down the door after all she thought.
Debbie carefully dug around in her pocket before she pulled out the speck of a husband and brought him before her face. Seeing he was covered in some of her pocket lint Debbie blew on his face pleating Ron with her spittle.
"You bitch! When I get big I'm gonna get you back I swear it!" Ron said while wiping away spit from his face.
"That's some big talk from such a little guy. I would've thought you would've learned that I'm in control here. Remember Ron, it's not just you you have to worry about. Hear that?"
Both were silent and heard more audible groaning coming from the bathroom.
"Your wife is in real pain Ron. And only I have the expertise and tools to relieve it. But I need your help. You can hate me but don't you love your wife?
The tiny man sat in Debbie's grasp and thought. He truly felt powerless at this moment. At this size what could he do? Maybe if he helped this mad woman she would heal Madeline's pain and return him to normal. It was a risk but he didn't really have any other cards to play.
"What do you need me to do?"
"That's a good answer Ron. I can see why Madeline married you. First thing I need from you is sneak into the bathroom and unlock the door. Then I can assess your wife's condition and start treatment."
"And then you'll make her better?"
"I'll do everything in my power to resolve things."
Ron didn't like the way she worded her answer. And the giant grin plastered on Debbie's face didn't instill much confidence either. But right now this was his and Madeline's only chance.
"Fine I'll do it."
"Good. Now get moving!"
Debbie dropped her hand to the ground and turned it up causing Ron to slide off. Shaking of the aches Ron got on all fours and army crawled underneath the door. Immediately he was hit by the influx of the bright fluorescent lights of his upstairs bathroom. The sudden flooding of light was blinding to his sight but as Ron rubbed his eyes clear the sight before him made him wish he hadn't. Sitting atop that skyscraper sized toilet was his gargantuan wife Madeline adorned in her nightgown with her belly substantially extended grasping at her stomach with a look of distress on her face.
Ron gulped at the tall task before him. For better or worse and in sickness and in health he thought.
Having throughly searched the downstairs and seeing no sign of Madeline, Debbie decided to head upstairs. As she ascended the stairs it didn't take her long to notice a small sliver of light peaking out from under a nearby door. Debbie silently shuffled towards the door. She placed her ear on the door frame she heard several female groans of distress. Throwing caution to the wind and unfazed by what she may see on the other side she went to go turn the knob only for it to not budge.
"Dammit". She said under her breath.
Madeline had locked herself in the bathroom. And by the sound of things her constipation had only gotten worse. Despite all the bizarre twists and turns of the last day the one thing that drove Debbie insane was not knowing what was going on. Debbie wanted answers and if that meant breaking down the bathroom door to get them than so be it.
Along with the bodily sounds coming from the other side of the door Debbie also heard the high pitch screams that resembled little squeaks coming from Ron. Maybe she wouldn't have to bust down the door after all she thought.
Debbie carefully dug around in her pocket before she pulled out the speck of a husband and brought him before her face. Seeing he was covered in some of her pocket lint Debbie blew on his face pleating Ron with her spittle.
"You bitch! When I get big I'm gonna get you back I swear it!" Ron said while wiping away spit from his face.
"That's some big talk from such a little guy. I would've thought you would've learned that I'm in control here. Remember Ron, it's not just you you have to worry about. Hear that?"
Both were silent and heard more audible groaning coming from the bathroom.
"Your wife is in real pain Ron. And only I have the expertise and tools to relieve it. But I need your help. You can hate me but don't you love your wife?
The tiny man sat in Debbie's grasp and thought. He truly felt powerless at this moment. At this size what could he do? Maybe if he helped this mad woman she would heal Madeline's pain and return him to normal. It was a risk but he didn't really have any other cards to play.
"What do you need me to do?"
"That's a good answer Ron. I can see why Madeline married you. First thing I need from you is sneak into the bathroom and unlock the door. Then I can assess your wife's condition and start treatment."
"And then you'll make her better?"
"I'll do everything in my power to resolve things."
Ron didn't like the way she worded her answer. And the giant grin plastered on Debbie's face didn't instill much confidence either. But right now this was his and Madeline's only chance.
"Fine I'll do it."
"Good. Now get moving!"
Debbie dropped her hand to the ground and turned it up causing Ron to slide off. Shaking of the aches Ron got on all fours and army crawled underneath the door. Immediately he was hit by the influx of the bright fluorescent lights of his upstairs bathroom. The sudden flooding of light was blinding to his sight but as Ron rubbed his eyes clear the sight before him made him wish he hadn't. Sitting atop that skyscraper sized toilet was his gargantuan wife Madeline adorned in her nightgown with her belly substantially extended grasping at her stomach with a look of distress on her face.
Ron gulped at the tall task before him. For better or worse and in sickness and in health he thought.
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