Rollercoaster to Oblivion
Family's New Shrink Ray
chapter 18
by
copier
· original author:
penslayer5
The power crazed cheerleader began to make her way to the kitchen as a particularly nasty idea came to mind. Originally she was just going to eat the bug-sized boy and be done with him, but getting rid of him that way would be way too quick. No, she wanted to savor this and make her brother's end something fun and memorable.
Chris meanwhile tried his best to struggle against his sister's iron grip, but the size difference ensured he'd have no such luck. What was she going to do to him? Why was she doing this to him? He tried to ask, only to learn he was now too small to be heard.
Claire eventually made it to the kitchen where she spied the cutting board sitting on the island in the center. That would do nicely. Now all she needed was one more thing. She placed the shrink ray off to the side and made her way over to the cabinet.
She gently opened the wooden door and searched the shelf until she found what she was looking for. A plastic bag filled with straws. She smiled when she the bag and the different instruments of torture at her disposal.
She grabbed the bag with her free hand and made for the island. Once there she dropped her brother in the center of the board. "Now don't you go anywhere." she warned. Chris's leg felt like cement. All he could do was comply.
Seeing her brother obeying his goddess like a good little sacrifice, Claire then turned her attention back to the bag. So many options. There was a standard straw, a bendy straw, a coffee straw, and... oh yes, that was perfect... a crazy straw. The blonde quickly reached in and pulled it out. It was a see through red straw that looped around and around like a rollercoaster.
This was the best she could hope for considering what she had in store for her annoying ''little'' brother.
While all this was going on, Chris was left a trembling mess on the cutting board. He couldn't understand what was happening or what was truly going, all he did know for certain was his sister had finally lost her mind. Was she going to kill him? No, she couldn't possibly... right?
The college boy didn't know and that scared him. Just as much as the sight of his giant sister now grinning down at him with a crazy straw! "Claire!?" he tried to call out.
"Get ready bro, because your goddess has decided to give an annoying mite like you a special death unlike any other. You should feel honored." Claire explained.
Chris eyes bulged when he heard that. She really was going to kill him! All of a sudden his flight instincts seemed to take ahold and the poor boy began to take off.
The ''goddess'' giggled at his pathetic attempt. It didn't matter where he tried to run. His life was forfeit. Claire placed the tip of the straw up her nostril and hovered the end dangerously over the barely noticeable speck. It had been years since she snorted anything up her nose, and she was going to enjoy every second of this.
She plugged her free nostril, zeroed in on her target, and snorted.
The force was strong, like nothing Chris had ever know. Instantly the small boy left his feet and was sent hurdling high into the large open tunnel of the crazy straw. He raged against the violent suction and screamed his little heart out.
He crashed into the wall at speeds akin to that of a rollercoaster. In fact, that's what this was like, a rollercoaster to oblivion. He was powerless to free himself and forced to round the straws large passages. Up, over, loop d' loop, and over, and around again. He felt sick like he was about to throw up.
Would this wild ride ever end.
The answer was yes. The answer came in the form of a pitch black tunnel that lead to the even larger cavern that was his sister's nostril. Chris was sent flying through, screaming like a scream queen. His momentum was only halted by a wall of nose-hairs and mucus. Eventually he hit the nasal wall with a wet smack.
It hurt, by god it hurt, but somehow he was still alive. He tried to move, but his limbs seemed to be glued to the wall. The helpless tiny began to thrash and call out for help against the darkness, and was met with the defending echo of his own voice.
"Claire!" he cried. "Claire!"
Back on the outside, the blonde had removed the straw from her nose and rubbed it vigorously. That was wat more fun then she remembered. Why she stopped snorting things up her nose she'd never remember. Maybe it was something her dad told her once?
Regardless, her brother was gone now. Weather he was dead or alive was anyone's guess. Now she was all alone with her new favorite toy.
She caressed the shrink ray lovingly.
Chris meanwhile tried his best to struggle against his sister's iron grip, but the size difference ensured he'd have no such luck. What was she going to do to him? Why was she doing this to him? He tried to ask, only to learn he was now too small to be heard.
Claire eventually made it to the kitchen where she spied the cutting board sitting on the island in the center. That would do nicely. Now all she needed was one more thing. She placed the shrink ray off to the side and made her way over to the cabinet.
She gently opened the wooden door and searched the shelf until she found what she was looking for. A plastic bag filled with straws. She smiled when she the bag and the different instruments of torture at her disposal.
She grabbed the bag with her free hand and made for the island. Once there she dropped her brother in the center of the board. "Now don't you go anywhere." she warned. Chris's leg felt like cement. All he could do was comply.
Seeing her brother obeying his goddess like a good little sacrifice, Claire then turned her attention back to the bag. So many options. There was a standard straw, a bendy straw, a coffee straw, and... oh yes, that was perfect... a crazy straw. The blonde quickly reached in and pulled it out. It was a see through red straw that looped around and around like a rollercoaster.
This was the best she could hope for considering what she had in store for her annoying ''little'' brother.
While all this was going on, Chris was left a trembling mess on the cutting board. He couldn't understand what was happening or what was truly going, all he did know for certain was his sister had finally lost her mind. Was she going to kill him? No, she couldn't possibly... right?
The college boy didn't know and that scared him. Just as much as the sight of his giant sister now grinning down at him with a crazy straw! "Claire!?" he tried to call out.
"Get ready bro, because your goddess has decided to give an annoying mite like you a special death unlike any other. You should feel honored." Claire explained.
Chris eyes bulged when he heard that. She really was going to kill him! All of a sudden his flight instincts seemed to take ahold and the poor boy began to take off.
The ''goddess'' giggled at his pathetic attempt. It didn't matter where he tried to run. His life was forfeit. Claire placed the tip of the straw up her nostril and hovered the end dangerously over the barely noticeable speck. It had been years since she snorted anything up her nose, and she was going to enjoy every second of this.
She plugged her free nostril, zeroed in on her target, and snorted.
The force was strong, like nothing Chris had ever know. Instantly the small boy left his feet and was sent hurdling high into the large open tunnel of the crazy straw. He raged against the violent suction and screamed his little heart out.
He crashed into the wall at speeds akin to that of a rollercoaster. In fact, that's what this was like, a rollercoaster to oblivion. He was powerless to free himself and forced to round the straws large passages. Up, over, loop d' loop, and over, and around again. He felt sick like he was about to throw up.
Would this wild ride ever end.
The answer was yes. The answer came in the form of a pitch black tunnel that lead to the even larger cavern that was his sister's nostril. Chris was sent flying through, screaming like a scream queen. His momentum was only halted by a wall of nose-hairs and mucus. Eventually he hit the nasal wall with a wet smack.
It hurt, by god it hurt, but somehow he was still alive. He tried to move, but his limbs seemed to be glued to the wall. The helpless tiny began to thrash and call out for help against the darkness, and was met with the defending echo of his own voice.
"Claire!" he cried. "Claire!"
Back on the outside, the blonde had removed the straw from her nose and rubbed it vigorously. That was wat more fun then she remembered. Why she stopped snorting things up her nose she'd never remember. Maybe it was something her dad told her once?
Regardless, her brother was gone now. Weather he was dead or alive was anyone's guess. Now she was all alone with her new favorite toy.
She caressed the shrink ray lovingly.
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