Back in her Dad's hand
Family's New Shrink Ray
chapter 11
by
copier
· original author:
wanderer887
"AAAAAAND, DONE!" Steve's voice shook Lisa. What was done? What was her Dad doing?
She wasn't going to be given time to figure out however, as Steve focused his attention back to his delicious treat. The Charger was powerless against Steve as he licked his finger and lowered it on top of the car, raising it up above the ground. Lisa flinched as the car buckled under her Dad's finger, before letting out a scream as it rose up into the air. By sheer force of spit the car had been held aloft, the roof pasted onto her Dad's index finger. Now vertical, the car shook back and forth as Steve walked, unaware of his daughter's continued plight. Everything flew by at a breakneck speed before jerking backwards for Lisa. It was like a carnival ride from hell, but with worse support and faster speeds. She gripped onto the steering wheel and screamed, praying her that the car wouldn't slip off.
With a quiet ding, the elevator reached P2. Steve had a wild look in his eye as he stepped forth, and giggled to himself. He was like a kid in a candy store, but instead of candy it was everyone's precious vehicles. Jogging, Steve raced over to his car and fumbled with the keys, almost severing the connection between the Charger and his finger. Smothering the charger with his thumb, he secured it in place before reaching towards his cupholders and grabbing a used coffee cup. Deciding it would do, Steve scraped the Charger into the bottom of it, and got to work.
This was the fun part. Steve started shooting car after car, minimizing them to the same measly size he had made the charger. He was filled with a sense of unadulterated glee as his did so, gently reaching down and scooping them up one by one. There was so much fun to be had shrinking the cars down, and Steve wanted to take in all of it. Picking the next car was fun, using the shrink ray was fun, stomping over like a big bad giant was fun, it felt incredible! Steve would loom over each car between his feet and bask in how tiny they were, before adding them to his collection. He couldn't wait to hear his co-worker;s reaction the next day, taking particular care to minimize any care that belonged to his more annoying colleagues.
After 15 minutes the garage was emptied, save for Steve's car. It sat lonely and afraid, but remained unshrunk as Steve piled back into it. There wasn't a huge volume or cars in his cup, but Steve had counted about 50 or so vehicles reduced for his pleasure. He couldn't wait to get home.
--
CRAAAAASH
The sound of metal rang out yet again. As Steve dropped his boss's car into his cup, Lisa winced as it sped down before hitting another car, totaling both vehicles in the process. With a bounce they came to rest, and Lisa braced herself for more impacts. A direct hit would take her out, but as the cup tilted to the side she knew she was safer in the Charger than out yet again. Three cars slammed against the Charger and jammed it against the paper wall, right into a coffee stain. It was like a demolition derby in the cup making it no place for the unprotected.
Eventually, the crashing stopped. The cup continued to move, and above Lisa watched at the fluorescent lights of the parking garage turned to the dim lights of her Dad's car. Steve was on the move, even if she had no idea what he had in plan for her.
--
Throwing his keys on the kitchen table, Steve gingerly lowered the cup down. A single overhead light illuminated the table and the room, casting a gentle amber light over the cup. He was finally home, and was ready for some fun. There were so many options to choose from, and he couldn't decide what to do next. A car sundae still sounded delicious, but the thrill he had gotten out of stomping over them had also been good. Maybe stepping on them would be even better? Or something different entirely?
She wasn't going to be given time to figure out however, as Steve focused his attention back to his delicious treat. The Charger was powerless against Steve as he licked his finger and lowered it on top of the car, raising it up above the ground. Lisa flinched as the car buckled under her Dad's finger, before letting out a scream as it rose up into the air. By sheer force of spit the car had been held aloft, the roof pasted onto her Dad's index finger. Now vertical, the car shook back and forth as Steve walked, unaware of his daughter's continued plight. Everything flew by at a breakneck speed before jerking backwards for Lisa. It was like a carnival ride from hell, but with worse support and faster speeds. She gripped onto the steering wheel and screamed, praying her that the car wouldn't slip off.
With a quiet ding, the elevator reached P2. Steve had a wild look in his eye as he stepped forth, and giggled to himself. He was like a kid in a candy store, but instead of candy it was everyone's precious vehicles. Jogging, Steve raced over to his car and fumbled with the keys, almost severing the connection between the Charger and his finger. Smothering the charger with his thumb, he secured it in place before reaching towards his cupholders and grabbing a used coffee cup. Deciding it would do, Steve scraped the Charger into the bottom of it, and got to work.
This was the fun part. Steve started shooting car after car, minimizing them to the same measly size he had made the charger. He was filled with a sense of unadulterated glee as his did so, gently reaching down and scooping them up one by one. There was so much fun to be had shrinking the cars down, and Steve wanted to take in all of it. Picking the next car was fun, using the shrink ray was fun, stomping over like a big bad giant was fun, it felt incredible! Steve would loom over each car between his feet and bask in how tiny they were, before adding them to his collection. He couldn't wait to hear his co-worker;s reaction the next day, taking particular care to minimize any care that belonged to his more annoying colleagues.
After 15 minutes the garage was emptied, save for Steve's car. It sat lonely and afraid, but remained unshrunk as Steve piled back into it. There wasn't a huge volume or cars in his cup, but Steve had counted about 50 or so vehicles reduced for his pleasure. He couldn't wait to get home.
--
CRAAAAASH
The sound of metal rang out yet again. As Steve dropped his boss's car into his cup, Lisa winced as it sped down before hitting another car, totaling both vehicles in the process. With a bounce they came to rest, and Lisa braced herself for more impacts. A direct hit would take her out, but as the cup tilted to the side she knew she was safer in the Charger than out yet again. Three cars slammed against the Charger and jammed it against the paper wall, right into a coffee stain. It was like a demolition derby in the cup making it no place for the unprotected.
Eventually, the crashing stopped. The cup continued to move, and above Lisa watched at the fluorescent lights of the parking garage turned to the dim lights of her Dad's car. Steve was on the move, even if she had no idea what he had in plan for her.
--
Throwing his keys on the kitchen table, Steve gingerly lowered the cup down. A single overhead light illuminated the table and the room, casting a gentle amber light over the cup. He was finally home, and was ready for some fun. There were so many options to choose from, and he couldn't decide what to do next. A car sundae still sounded delicious, but the thrill he had gotten out of stomping over them had also been good. Maybe stepping on them would be even better? Or something different entirely?
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