Reaching his "Little" Girl
Family's New Shrink Ray
chapter 41
by
copier
· original author:
pats2015
Albert Goldstein's day had just gone from bad, to worse, to his own personal Hell. The city was burning. He was probably about to investigated and charged by every agency under the Sun. And now his sweet little girl had been turned into a monster by that bastard Steve Jordan. With his last breath he'd make sure to get even with that asshole. Right now the man to focus of the task at hand. He had to find a way get his colossal daughter's attention before she got hurt or hurt anyone else.
Unfortunately for the old man the answer was staring him directly in the face, the opening of Beth's high heeled shoe. He recognized them as the pair he had gotten Beth when she found out she been accepted to be Dr. Jordan lab assistant, only now they were the size of jets. The day he forced Steve to hire his daughter would haunt him for the rest of his life. Albert steadied himself before approaching his daughter's gargantuan toes. He hoped onto the front of his now crumpled Buick. Goldstein climbed onto the roof in order to give himself a running start. It was the only chance a man of his physique had if he was going to make the jump onto the shoe.
"Beth! If can hear me for the love of God don't move!" He screamed up at his mountain sized offspring before chugging down the windshield and leaping towards the heel's opening. Goldstein reached his arms forward and felt his hand hit something soft and squishy. He clawed and grabbed the very tip of the heel opening. The portly man kicked his legs trying establish a foothold somewhere before eventually pulling himself up and rolling onto the bottom of the opening.
Goldstein was used to board meetings, business lunches, and covert phone calls made from his comfy office chair. An athlete he was not. Just climbing up onto the opening of daughter's shoe had left the man panting and sweaty. There was no way he could climb higher. No he would have get Beth's attention from here.
As he got up Goldstein noticed that his clothes were now soaked and as he stood he felt his feet sink a bit in the material of the shoe. As he stared ahead his nostrils were hit by a sour order. A mix of sweat and the last remnants of some coconut scented lotion.
Beth had been running around all day in these heels and it showed. Beth had promised her father that she would wear his gift everyday in the lab. The man had to admire his daughter's appreciation for his gift, even if now his senses were being tortured for it.
Beth's toes scrunched in front of him releasing a gnarly whiff like air that escaped had a crypt right in her father's face.
"Oh God!" Goldstein plugged his nose with his forefingers. "Beth if we survive this I'm buying new shoes and some foot odor spray."
Now that Goldstein was in front of Beth's toes he suddenly felt so incredibly small in that moment. The man was used to throwing his money and power around with friends, business rivals, and even, sadly, his family. He had always felt like a big shot. Now here he was just nothing but a bug hoping to get Beth's attention.
Without any real plan the man walked up and started two fist pounding on his daughter's middle toenail like it was a car windshield. Goldstein caught a glimpse of his reflection in Beth's toenail polish. He saw how pathetic he looked hammering away at the painted piece of keratin. Still he carried on.He wouldn't let optics stop him. He had to get Beth's attention and this was the best way he could think of. If it worked and he could manage to communicate with his giant daughter then it would all be worth it.
Unfortunately for the old man the answer was staring him directly in the face, the opening of Beth's high heeled shoe. He recognized them as the pair he had gotten Beth when she found out she been accepted to be Dr. Jordan lab assistant, only now they were the size of jets. The day he forced Steve to hire his daughter would haunt him for the rest of his life. Albert steadied himself before approaching his daughter's gargantuan toes. He hoped onto the front of his now crumpled Buick. Goldstein climbed onto the roof in order to give himself a running start. It was the only chance a man of his physique had if he was going to make the jump onto the shoe.
"Beth! If can hear me for the love of God don't move!" He screamed up at his mountain sized offspring before chugging down the windshield and leaping towards the heel's opening. Goldstein reached his arms forward and felt his hand hit something soft and squishy. He clawed and grabbed the very tip of the heel opening. The portly man kicked his legs trying establish a foothold somewhere before eventually pulling himself up and rolling onto the bottom of the opening.
Goldstein was used to board meetings, business lunches, and covert phone calls made from his comfy office chair. An athlete he was not. Just climbing up onto the opening of daughter's shoe had left the man panting and sweaty. There was no way he could climb higher. No he would have get Beth's attention from here.
As he got up Goldstein noticed that his clothes were now soaked and as he stood he felt his feet sink a bit in the material of the shoe. As he stared ahead his nostrils were hit by a sour order. A mix of sweat and the last remnants of some coconut scented lotion.
Beth had been running around all day in these heels and it showed. Beth had promised her father that she would wear his gift everyday in the lab. The man had to admire his daughter's appreciation for his gift, even if now his senses were being tortured for it.
Beth's toes scrunched in front of him releasing a gnarly whiff like air that escaped had a crypt right in her father's face.
"Oh God!" Goldstein plugged his nose with his forefingers. "Beth if we survive this I'm buying new shoes and some foot odor spray."
Now that Goldstein was in front of Beth's toes he suddenly felt so incredibly small in that moment. The man was used to throwing his money and power around with friends, business rivals, and even, sadly, his family. He had always felt like a big shot. Now here he was just nothing but a bug hoping to get Beth's attention.
Without any real plan the man walked up and started two fist pounding on his daughter's middle toenail like it was a car windshield. Goldstein caught a glimpse of his reflection in Beth's toenail polish. He saw how pathetic he looked hammering away at the painted piece of keratin. Still he carried on.He wouldn't let optics stop him. He had to get Beth's attention and this was the best way he could think of. If it worked and he could manage to communicate with his giant daughter then it would all be worth it.
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