Marc's Phone Call
Family's New Shrink Ray
chapter 35
by
copier
· original author:
penslayer5
"Angela, please let me out!" Marc screamed. All around him was the pink and moist flesh of his ex-wife's vagina. It stretched on for what seemed like forever and he was forced to endure the humidity and stale air.
He couldn't believe this was actually happening. Somehow that weird ray-gun turned him into an ant and his ex-wife turned him into a sex toy. Either that or she just wanted to torture him, maybe both?
How had she gotten her hands on such a device? Did she always have it and just kept it stored away? If so then he picked the worst day to stop by and see the kids. He should've just stayed with Rebecca. He'd never see his son or little girl ever again.
Wait a second...
Marc ceased his frantic banging and reached into his pocket. He quickly whipped out his cellphone and turned it on. Looking at the screen made his heart jump for joy. Not only did he have 70% power... he also had a signal. He actually had a signal in Angela's vaginal prison.
Who to call first though? The police were definitely out, they'd never believe him. Maybe he could call his old college roommate Steve, they'd recently connected through Facebook and he knew he was some sort of big shot scientist living in town? He sounded like a good choice, but then again he didn't know what part of town he lived in and he may not get to him in time. Shit! It looked like Steve was out.
What about... "Brendan!"
Marc quickly flipped through his contacts to call his son. Unfortunately for him, he never knew Brendon's cellphone was still in his room unshrunk and forgotten.
"Come on! Pick up! Pick up!" Marc cried. The phone went to voicemail. "Shit! Shit! Shit! Who else can I call!" He scrolled through the rest of his contacts. Eventually he stopped when a certain named popped up on screen... "Megan!"
Marc didn't hesitate in dialing her up. Megan always had her cellphone on hand and was one of the few people in the family that still liked him even after the divorce. He crossed his fingers and prayed she would answer. "Come on baby, pick up."
"Hello?"
Oh thank god. "Baby, it's me!"
"Hi daddy! How are you!?" Megan said from the other end. She was currently in her room stretched out on her bed reading a magazine.
"Listen baby, daddy's in a bit of trouble right now. Mommy's gone crazy and is holding daddy prisoner!"
There was silence for a moment and Marc wondered if the line went dead before he heard the sound of Megan's wild laughter. "Hahahahahahahaha! That's a good one daddy? You're big and strong, mommy couldn't hold you prisoner."
Hearing that made Marc wince. He wasn't big and strong anymore, he was puny and weak, and Megan could potentially take him down if she really wanted to. Knowing that made him want to cry again. "Not anymore. Mommy cut me down to size?"
"What do you mean?" Megan.
"Megan." He began. He only ever spoke like this when he was dead serious and now he had the 10 year old's full attention. "I'm serious trouble here. Your mommy really is keeping me prisoner and I'm in the house right now."
Megan's eyes widened. "What!?"
"Yes." Marc nodded. "I came to see you and Brendan but... but I went to see Angela first and then had an accident. I found some weird gun in Angela's room and it shrunk me. I'm as big as an ant and can't defend myself. You're mother is keeping locked up in her... special place."
Megan could hardly believe what she was hearing. "You mean... down there."
"Yeah." Marc confirmed. "I need you to find Brendan so you two can get the gun from Angela and rescue me. If you don't then I don't know what she'll do to me. This might be the last time we speak."
The little 10 year old could feel her heat racing. Her father wasn't joking was he?
"Baby? You still there?"
"Yeah." Megan asked, her voice cracking.
"I love you."
"I love you too." Megan cried. "Daddy I...? Daddy?"
The line went dead.
He couldn't believe this was actually happening. Somehow that weird ray-gun turned him into an ant and his ex-wife turned him into a sex toy. Either that or she just wanted to torture him, maybe both?
How had she gotten her hands on such a device? Did she always have it and just kept it stored away? If so then he picked the worst day to stop by and see the kids. He should've just stayed with Rebecca. He'd never see his son or little girl ever again.
Wait a second...
Marc ceased his frantic banging and reached into his pocket. He quickly whipped out his cellphone and turned it on. Looking at the screen made his heart jump for joy. Not only did he have 70% power... he also had a signal. He actually had a signal in Angela's vaginal prison.
Who to call first though? The police were definitely out, they'd never believe him. Maybe he could call his old college roommate Steve, they'd recently connected through Facebook and he knew he was some sort of big shot scientist living in town? He sounded like a good choice, but then again he didn't know what part of town he lived in and he may not get to him in time. Shit! It looked like Steve was out.
What about... "Brendan!"
Marc quickly flipped through his contacts to call his son. Unfortunately for him, he never knew Brendon's cellphone was still in his room unshrunk and forgotten.
"Come on! Pick up! Pick up!" Marc cried. The phone went to voicemail. "Shit! Shit! Shit! Who else can I call!" He scrolled through the rest of his contacts. Eventually he stopped when a certain named popped up on screen... "Megan!"
Marc didn't hesitate in dialing her up. Megan always had her cellphone on hand and was one of the few people in the family that still liked him even after the divorce. He crossed his fingers and prayed she would answer. "Come on baby, pick up."
"Hello?"
Oh thank god. "Baby, it's me!"
"Hi daddy! How are you!?" Megan said from the other end. She was currently in her room stretched out on her bed reading a magazine.
"Listen baby, daddy's in a bit of trouble right now. Mommy's gone crazy and is holding daddy prisoner!"
There was silence for a moment and Marc wondered if the line went dead before he heard the sound of Megan's wild laughter. "Hahahahahahahaha! That's a good one daddy? You're big and strong, mommy couldn't hold you prisoner."
Hearing that made Marc wince. He wasn't big and strong anymore, he was puny and weak, and Megan could potentially take him down if she really wanted to. Knowing that made him want to cry again. "Not anymore. Mommy cut me down to size?"
"What do you mean?" Megan.
"Megan." He began. He only ever spoke like this when he was dead serious and now he had the 10 year old's full attention. "I'm serious trouble here. Your mommy really is keeping me prisoner and I'm in the house right now."
Megan's eyes widened. "What!?"
"Yes." Marc nodded. "I came to see you and Brendan but... but I went to see Angela first and then had an accident. I found some weird gun in Angela's room and it shrunk me. I'm as big as an ant and can't defend myself. You're mother is keeping locked up in her... special place."
Megan could hardly believe what she was hearing. "You mean... down there."
"Yeah." Marc confirmed. "I need you to find Brendan so you two can get the gun from Angela and rescue me. If you don't then I don't know what she'll do to me. This might be the last time we speak."
The little 10 year old could feel her heat racing. Her father wasn't joking was he?
"Baby? You still there?"
"Yeah." Megan asked, her voice cracking.
"I love you."
"I love you too." Megan cried. "Daddy I...? Daddy?"
The line went dead.
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