Maybe not the best idea
Family's New Shrink Ray
chapter 21
by
copier
· original author:
famguy01
"Hmm..." Lisa muttered, rummaging through the bathroom cabinet. "Oh! This might work -- okay, Dad, you're gonna grab onto this toothpick!" Lisa twirled the small wooden stick she had found between her fingers and then brought the tip up to her right nostril.
"Just tickle again gently when the toothpick is close enough for you to grab and I'll give you a few seconds to hold on, then I'll pull it out."
Steve heard the instructions. "Okay!" he replied out loud, even though he knew his daughter couldn't hear him. Jeez, though, he thought. That toothpick is bound to tickle a hell of a lot. She must know that, though -- let's just hope she's careful...
"All right, here it comes!" Lisa announced, and started to slowly insert the toothpick up her nose. The young girl's eyes immediately began to water as the pointy little thing brushed aside and poked through countless tiny nose hairs. Damnit, this tickles! Lisa bit her bottom lip and lightly pinched the upper bridge of her nose to try to ease the irritation.
On the inside, Steve was pretty deep within the nostril, but eventually started to see an enormous brown object plowing its ways through the cave. Luckily for the tiny professor, the emerging toothpick was above the ground he was tangled to, so he wasn't worried about being crushed by its advance. "Okay!" he said out loud again. "I think I can reach up and grab it, lemme give the signal!" and, with his right arm, lightly tickled the side of the nose wall with the hair he was still holding onto.
Lisa's eyes were squeezed shut; she was concentrating hard on ignoring the growing urge to sneeze that she was creating. She took a deep breath and held it, pausing the toothpick insertion briefly. She hadn't even felt the professor's additional tickle signal because of her focus on railing against all the signs inside her nose begging her to let the sneeze out. Oh my God, how much further?! Can you grab onto it yet?!
Steve had already begun squirming and stetching to be able to reach up and wrap his arms around the giant wooden tree trunk. With one arm, he let go briefly and poked the inside of his daughter's nose twice with his index finger, indicating he was ready to go.
With the state that Lisa's nose was in already, that "go" signal, which normally might have been innocuous, was a bit too much for her to handle. She was simultaneously relieved that she had finally felt the signal, and terrified that her dad wouldn't have enough time to grab on before she let the now-inevitable sneeze out.
Don't sneeze! Don't sneeze! she begged her own body, squeezing every muscle in her face and counting to 3 before she hoped Steve had had enough time to grab the toothpick. Lisa then started slowly pulling the toothpick straight out with her right hand and blindly fumbling around with her left to find a tissue.
"Haaaa ... HHAAaaaa ..."
The professor went white when he heard that ... He had managed to hold onto the toothpick so far as it slowly slipped its way out of Lisa's nose, and did not want this hard work to be in vain. Hurry up! Hurry up!
Lisa pulled the toothpick the rest of the way out of her nostril, set it down very carefully on the bathroom counter, then brought the tissue up to her face and prayed that her dad was on the toothpick and not still inside her nose --
"AAaaa -- AACHOOOO!"
"Just tickle again gently when the toothpick is close enough for you to grab and I'll give you a few seconds to hold on, then I'll pull it out."
Steve heard the instructions. "Okay!" he replied out loud, even though he knew his daughter couldn't hear him. Jeez, though, he thought. That toothpick is bound to tickle a hell of a lot. She must know that, though -- let's just hope she's careful...
"All right, here it comes!" Lisa announced, and started to slowly insert the toothpick up her nose. The young girl's eyes immediately began to water as the pointy little thing brushed aside and poked through countless tiny nose hairs. Damnit, this tickles! Lisa bit her bottom lip and lightly pinched the upper bridge of her nose to try to ease the irritation.
On the inside, Steve was pretty deep within the nostril, but eventually started to see an enormous brown object plowing its ways through the cave. Luckily for the tiny professor, the emerging toothpick was above the ground he was tangled to, so he wasn't worried about being crushed by its advance. "Okay!" he said out loud again. "I think I can reach up and grab it, lemme give the signal!" and, with his right arm, lightly tickled the side of the nose wall with the hair he was still holding onto.
Lisa's eyes were squeezed shut; she was concentrating hard on ignoring the growing urge to sneeze that she was creating. She took a deep breath and held it, pausing the toothpick insertion briefly. She hadn't even felt the professor's additional tickle signal because of her focus on railing against all the signs inside her nose begging her to let the sneeze out. Oh my God, how much further?! Can you grab onto it yet?!
Steve had already begun squirming and stetching to be able to reach up and wrap his arms around the giant wooden tree trunk. With one arm, he let go briefly and poked the inside of his daughter's nose twice with his index finger, indicating he was ready to go.
With the state that Lisa's nose was in already, that "go" signal, which normally might have been innocuous, was a bit too much for her to handle. She was simultaneously relieved that she had finally felt the signal, and terrified that her dad wouldn't have enough time to grab on before she let the now-inevitable sneeze out.
Don't sneeze! Don't sneeze! she begged her own body, squeezing every muscle in her face and counting to 3 before she hoped Steve had had enough time to grab the toothpick. Lisa then started slowly pulling the toothpick straight out with her right hand and blindly fumbling around with her left to find a tissue.
"Haaaa ... HHAAaaaa ..."
The professor went white when he heard that ... He had managed to hold onto the toothpick so far as it slowly slipped its way out of Lisa's nose, and did not want this hard work to be in vain. Hurry up! Hurry up!
Lisa pulled the toothpick the rest of the way out of her nostril, set it down very carefully on the bathroom counter, then brought the tissue up to her face and prayed that her dad was on the toothpick and not still inside her nose --
"AAaaa -- AACHOOOO!"
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November 12
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