Small Side Effects
Family's New Shrink Ray
chapter 7
by
copier
· original author:
tpdbeech
Ten minutes ago... Within the child’s Stomach, Debbie is wailing deeply. She did indeed survive being flooded and swallowed. However, as she slipped down the infinite void of Abbey’s throat she lost her grip of the walkie talkie, allowing it to fall into the lake of stomach acid...
Upon falling in herself she struggled against the boiling liquid before giving up.
“Fuck!” After the heated outburst she sighs heavily, noticing that the stomach acid is eating away her scrubs and clothing. After stripping off to only a bra and panties, she sets to work escaping this terrible predicament. Thankfully, while the ray had fallen down it was much more durable. As she gripped it she thought lovingly of Steve before switching the dials.
She could either grow Abbey: Making her larger means she has a better chance of surviving a ‘rectal escape’. Or shrinking may make climbing through her throat easier to manage... She made a choice and fired into the fleshy, cavernous walls of Abbey’s stomach... where moments later, a loud groaning echoed the entire system...
In the hospital parking lot, Abbey has collapsed and is surrounded by Travis and Morgan...
After deep groans of pain, Abbey begins to miraculously dwindle in size. Her limbs contract, effortlessly slipping from her dungarees and shirt... As Morgan and Travis look on, their faces display polar opposites. Morgan is horrified to witness her precious daughter shrink to mere inches. While Travis looks wide-eyed in confused curiosity... The shrinking doesn’t last long and soon Abbey is approximately the size of a Lego figure (1 1/2 inches!). Her naked form lies crumpled on top of the eight-year old’s regular sized clothing. It’s Morgan that instinctively bundles the tiny child in her hands, clasping them softly together. After closely examining the tiny being she breaths a sigh of relief as Abbey is slowly breathing...
“Quick Travis! Pick up her clothes, we need to get home and phone a ‘real’ Doctor!” Morgan says under a harsh breath as she strides towards her car, taking small peeks at her daughter cupped in her hands. Travis wastes no time bundling Abbey’s discarded clothing. Taking extra care to pocket her panties and ‘training’ bra. He feels embarrassed to be picking up his own daughter’s clothing in a manner similar to clearing away evidence from an affair. Something Travis has experience in...
With the clothes sorted and the couple in the car, they rush home...
Upon falling in herself she struggled against the boiling liquid before giving up.
“Fuck!” After the heated outburst she sighs heavily, noticing that the stomach acid is eating away her scrubs and clothing. After stripping off to only a bra and panties, she sets to work escaping this terrible predicament. Thankfully, while the ray had fallen down it was much more durable. As she gripped it she thought lovingly of Steve before switching the dials.
She could either grow Abbey: Making her larger means she has a better chance of surviving a ‘rectal escape’. Or shrinking may make climbing through her throat easier to manage... She made a choice and fired into the fleshy, cavernous walls of Abbey’s stomach... where moments later, a loud groaning echoed the entire system...
In the hospital parking lot, Abbey has collapsed and is surrounded by Travis and Morgan...
After deep groans of pain, Abbey begins to miraculously dwindle in size. Her limbs contract, effortlessly slipping from her dungarees and shirt... As Morgan and Travis look on, their faces display polar opposites. Morgan is horrified to witness her precious daughter shrink to mere inches. While Travis looks wide-eyed in confused curiosity... The shrinking doesn’t last long and soon Abbey is approximately the size of a Lego figure (1 1/2 inches!). Her naked form lies crumpled on top of the eight-year old’s regular sized clothing. It’s Morgan that instinctively bundles the tiny child in her hands, clasping them softly together. After closely examining the tiny being she breaths a sigh of relief as Abbey is slowly breathing...
“Quick Travis! Pick up her clothes, we need to get home and phone a ‘real’ Doctor!” Morgan says under a harsh breath as she strides towards her car, taking small peeks at her daughter cupped in her hands. Travis wastes no time bundling Abbey’s discarded clothing. Taking extra care to pocket her panties and ‘training’ bra. He feels embarrassed to be picking up his own daughter’s clothing in a manner similar to clearing away evidence from an affair. Something Travis has experience in...
With the clothes sorted and the couple in the car, they rush home...
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