Keep talking
Family's New Shrink Ray
chapter 12
by
copier
· original author:
mikelam
“Oh my god… I remember… I got in my car, and almost tossed you out the window on my cigarette,” she said, her face turning red.
“Yup,” the tiny man replied…
“And then I…” Debbie buried her hands in her face.
“You put me in your bra,” the man said, finishing her thought.
“I’m so sorry,” Debbie said. She looked down at her shirt, and tried to ease the tension. “You’re safe today, I don’t have a bra on.”
The diminutive man laughed.
“But you’re still smoking…”
Debbie hurriedly took a final drag off of the cigarette and crushed it out in the ashtray, away from the tiny man.
“I’m Mike, by the way,” he said.
“Debbie,” she said, still with a certain shamefulness.
“Don’t feel bad. I… I actually enjoyed last night.”
“You did?”
“Yeah, you shrinking me and doing whatever you wanted with me… that was like a huge turn on.”
Debbie pulled her shirt up to cover her smile. She certainly didn’t feel 40 in the moment.
“You know, when you help the others… I’d be okay with staying this small. I mean, if you want me to.”
“Oh… I… wow. I’m married. I have kids. You’d spend so much time just tucked away somewhere… you wouldn’t want that…”
“Well, I already know what it feels like to be in a cigarette pack… I’d be okay with that. And when you pull out your cigarette, I’ll be on it, your big beautiful lips squeezing me down… and no one will know but you.”
Debbie heard the front door open, and realized Steve was home. She was going to fess up and have him help the tiny people return to normal, at least eleven of them. She picked Mike up between her fingers, and dropped him into the new pack of cigarettes, and winking at him closed the box.
“Steve, I need some help!”
“Yup,” the tiny man replied…
“And then I…” Debbie buried her hands in her face.
“You put me in your bra,” the man said, finishing her thought.
“I’m so sorry,” Debbie said. She looked down at her shirt, and tried to ease the tension. “You’re safe today, I don’t have a bra on.”
The diminutive man laughed.
“But you’re still smoking…”
Debbie hurriedly took a final drag off of the cigarette and crushed it out in the ashtray, away from the tiny man.
“I’m Mike, by the way,” he said.
“Debbie,” she said, still with a certain shamefulness.
“Don’t feel bad. I… I actually enjoyed last night.”
“You did?”
“Yeah, you shrinking me and doing whatever you wanted with me… that was like a huge turn on.”
Debbie pulled her shirt up to cover her smile. She certainly didn’t feel 40 in the moment.
“You know, when you help the others… I’d be okay with staying this small. I mean, if you want me to.”
“Oh… I… wow. I’m married. I have kids. You’d spend so much time just tucked away somewhere… you wouldn’t want that…”
“Well, I already know what it feels like to be in a cigarette pack… I’d be okay with that. And when you pull out your cigarette, I’ll be on it, your big beautiful lips squeezing me down… and no one will know but you.”
Debbie heard the front door open, and realized Steve was home. She was going to fess up and have him help the tiny people return to normal, at least eleven of them. She picked Mike up between her fingers, and dropped him into the new pack of cigarettes, and winking at him closed the box.
“Steve, I need some help!”
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