The Man. The Mini and The Micro Machine
Family's New Shrink Ray
chapter 8
by
copier
· original author:
tpdbeech
After the intense flashes and harsh sounds... Lisa opens her eyes. She’s still in the car, her hands a ghostly white as they grip tightly on the steering wheel. She looks around. Nothing seems to have changed, the car looks the same, the outside is a bright clinical white...
Lisa tries the headset, “D,Dad? Are you there? I think I’m okay... has it worked?”
In the control room Steve is dancing with joy. His life’s work has finally come to fruition! On the monitor screens is a still image of the black mustang... At 1.5 inches. “Fuck yes! The college will have to fund my research now! Look at it, just wonderful. He quickly turns his head to the headset on the desk, he panics as he switches it on. “Lisa? Honey? Are you alright? Come in Lisa.” After a moment of no response Steve is ready to lower the headset until...
Lisa’s voice breaks through, “Dad? I think I’m okay!”
“Oh thank God for that!” Steve exclaims, his smile beaming. “Hold on I’m coming out to you!” Steve rushes out of the door and into the shrinking chamber. He cautiously steps towards the literal micro machine.
From the car Lisa hears several loud booms and a towering black shadow obscures her vision... “Dad, did it work? Am I... tiny?”
Steve bends down and grasps the car gently. Even then the doors crumple with his touch. Lisa screams from the inside as the car is raised to Steve’s eye-level on his palm. “Hi sweetie!” Steve’s booming voice almost deafens Lisa as she grabs her ears.
“Ow! Fuck Dad don’t shout!” Lisa exclaims into the headset.
“Oh, sorry Lisa... It’s hard to control the volume of my voice to something that wasn’t possible yet.” Steve replies in a whisper. “It’s unbelievable, you are smaller than my palm!” Steve starts to roll the car back and forth gently with his forefinger. Lisa starts to panic, worrying that he might get carried away...
“Hey Dad, I hope you’re being careful! I’m still in here!” Lisa shouts through the headset. Steve is snapped out of his trance.
“Right, yes of course. Well, clearly the experiment has worked. The organic matter I.e you have shrunk with the metal casing. Imagine if the casing had shrunk and you were still normal size!” Steve gives a theatrical shudder. “ The next phase is to perform some ‘durability tests’. It’s simple really, I’m going to control the car and test it on some surfaces. See if the wheels hold up etcetera.”
Lisa pipes up soon after, “right, do you have to do that with me inside? “
“Well, yes Lisa I do. I explained before this is all about the organic matter. I’ve got to see if the car is still safe when shrunken. You agreed to this.”
Lisa sighs through her headset, “fine get on with it Dad. It’s not like I have a choice.”
With that Steve takes the car to the control room. He clears his desk with one hand and places the car gently on the desk. Using his thumb and forefinger he pushes the car around like a child and his micro machine. He makes car noises and tire screeches as he ‘drifts’ around corners with it. Soon he starts to get rough, lifting it up pretending to do stunts etc. Lisa begins to get worried...
“Dad! You need to slow down! I don’t want to crash!” Lisa screams into the headset but her words aren’t heard... Steve has taken his headset off and left it in the far corner of the room...
Steve continues pushing the car around. Every now and then he spots the flailing arms of Lisa trying to grab his attention. He’s fully aware of what he’s doing. In his twisted fantasies, Steve has full control of the tiny, pathetic daughter at his literal fingertips. Several ideas flicker in his warped mind. He needs to punish her, he must punish her... But how?
Lisa tries the headset, “D,Dad? Are you there? I think I’m okay... has it worked?”
In the control room Steve is dancing with joy. His life’s work has finally come to fruition! On the monitor screens is a still image of the black mustang... At 1.5 inches. “Fuck yes! The college will have to fund my research now! Look at it, just wonderful. He quickly turns his head to the headset on the desk, he panics as he switches it on. “Lisa? Honey? Are you alright? Come in Lisa.” After a moment of no response Steve is ready to lower the headset until...
Lisa’s voice breaks through, “Dad? I think I’m okay!”
“Oh thank God for that!” Steve exclaims, his smile beaming. “Hold on I’m coming out to you!” Steve rushes out of the door and into the shrinking chamber. He cautiously steps towards the literal micro machine.
From the car Lisa hears several loud booms and a towering black shadow obscures her vision... “Dad, did it work? Am I... tiny?”
Steve bends down and grasps the car gently. Even then the doors crumple with his touch. Lisa screams from the inside as the car is raised to Steve’s eye-level on his palm. “Hi sweetie!” Steve’s booming voice almost deafens Lisa as she grabs her ears.
“Ow! Fuck Dad don’t shout!” Lisa exclaims into the headset.
“Oh, sorry Lisa... It’s hard to control the volume of my voice to something that wasn’t possible yet.” Steve replies in a whisper. “It’s unbelievable, you are smaller than my palm!” Steve starts to roll the car back and forth gently with his forefinger. Lisa starts to panic, worrying that he might get carried away...
“Hey Dad, I hope you’re being careful! I’m still in here!” Lisa shouts through the headset. Steve is snapped out of his trance.
“Right, yes of course. Well, clearly the experiment has worked. The organic matter I.e you have shrunk with the metal casing. Imagine if the casing had shrunk and you were still normal size!” Steve gives a theatrical shudder. “ The next phase is to perform some ‘durability tests’. It’s simple really, I’m going to control the car and test it on some surfaces. See if the wheels hold up etcetera.”
Lisa pipes up soon after, “right, do you have to do that with me inside? “
“Well, yes Lisa I do. I explained before this is all about the organic matter. I’ve got to see if the car is still safe when shrunken. You agreed to this.”
Lisa sighs through her headset, “fine get on with it Dad. It’s not like I have a choice.”
With that Steve takes the car to the control room. He clears his desk with one hand and places the car gently on the desk. Using his thumb and forefinger he pushes the car around like a child and his micro machine. He makes car noises and tire screeches as he ‘drifts’ around corners with it. Soon he starts to get rough, lifting it up pretending to do stunts etc. Lisa begins to get worried...
“Dad! You need to slow down! I don’t want to crash!” Lisa screams into the headset but her words aren’t heard... Steve has taken his headset off and left it in the far corner of the room...
Steve continues pushing the car around. Every now and then he spots the flailing arms of Lisa trying to grab his attention. He’s fully aware of what he’s doing. In his twisted fantasies, Steve has full control of the tiny, pathetic daughter at his literal fingertips. Several ideas flicker in his warped mind. He needs to punish her, he must punish her... But how?
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