Derek tries to leave but is stopped by Rose (Un...
Family's New Shrink Ray
chapter 7
by
copier
· original author:
miller2021
Derek stood still under the looming shadow of Rose’s desk, his heart thudding in his chest—not from fear, but from the sheer surrealism of what he was seeing. He had known Rose since she was a kid, but seeing her like this, from this size, was something else entirely. She wasn’t just “Johnny’s shy little sister” anymore—up close, she was a towering, unknowable force of nature, her gentle keystrokes thundering through the wood beneath him like distant tremors. Every click of the mouse sounded like a car door slamming.
He stared at her feet again—immaculate, long-toed, gently resting on the carpet like relaxed, sleeping animals. Her toenails were painted a soft lilac, barely chipped, and she had on a pair of ankle socks rolled down and bunched around her ankles. The scent was unmistakable, not entirely unpleasant—just a warm, salty reminder of her size and presence.
Derek shook himself out of it. What the hell am I doing?
There was no real reason to stay. Rose was just on her computer. She hadn’t noticed him. She probably wouldn’t notice him if he turned and left right now. Johnny would be waiting. They’d agreed this was just a quick test run. Explore, see how movement worked at this scale, and regroup.
But still…
He couldn’t deny a part of him was fascinated—not just by her size, but by the strange intimacy of it all. This was a side of Rose he’d never seen. The quiet concentration. The subtle movements of her toes as she readjusted her foot position. The way she absentmindedly rubbed one ankle with the other, fidgeting.
He could leave. He probably should. But what if this was his only chance to see a person like this—up close, this raw and unaware? He wasn’t going to do anything bad, he told himself. Just… observe. Just for a minute longer.
Then, her chair creaked.
Her feet shifted—one of them sliding forward just a little, directly in his direction.
Derek froze, instinct kicking in. His breath caught in his throat. One wrong move, and she could unknowingly kick or crush him without even realizing it.
Rose leaned forward, squinting at the monitor.
And then—whump—she casually adjusted in her seat and rested one foot flat on the floor, mere inches from Derek’s body. The warm rush of displaced air nearly knocked him off balance.
He was closer now than he had planned. Much closer.
Okay, Derek thought. Time to go.
But just as he turned around to retreat, Rose did something unexpected.
She yawned, reached down, and peeled her socks off, tossing them lazily behind her.
Now barefoot, her toes stretched, curled, and dug gently into the carpet—mere feet from Derek’s stunned form. The scent intensified with the removal of the socks, still subtle but now much more… personal. Natural.
Then, her foot lifted.
And came down right where he had just been standing.
Derek dove to the side, heart pounding. A near miss.
That sealed it.
No more delays.
He had to get out—before she shifted again.
But as he turned to make his escape, a shadow passed overhead. A sock, the one she’d tossed earlier, landed behind him, partly covering his only easy exit back under the door.
He was stuck.
And Rose had no idea.
He stared at her feet again—immaculate, long-toed, gently resting on the carpet like relaxed, sleeping animals. Her toenails were painted a soft lilac, barely chipped, and she had on a pair of ankle socks rolled down and bunched around her ankles. The scent was unmistakable, not entirely unpleasant—just a warm, salty reminder of her size and presence.
Derek shook himself out of it. What the hell am I doing?
There was no real reason to stay. Rose was just on her computer. She hadn’t noticed him. She probably wouldn’t notice him if he turned and left right now. Johnny would be waiting. They’d agreed this was just a quick test run. Explore, see how movement worked at this scale, and regroup.
But still…
He couldn’t deny a part of him was fascinated—not just by her size, but by the strange intimacy of it all. This was a side of Rose he’d never seen. The quiet concentration. The subtle movements of her toes as she readjusted her foot position. The way she absentmindedly rubbed one ankle with the other, fidgeting.
He could leave. He probably should. But what if this was his only chance to see a person like this—up close, this raw and unaware? He wasn’t going to do anything bad, he told himself. Just… observe. Just for a minute longer.
Then, her chair creaked.
Her feet shifted—one of them sliding forward just a little, directly in his direction.
Derek froze, instinct kicking in. His breath caught in his throat. One wrong move, and she could unknowingly kick or crush him without even realizing it.
Rose leaned forward, squinting at the monitor.
And then—whump—she casually adjusted in her seat and rested one foot flat on the floor, mere inches from Derek’s body. The warm rush of displaced air nearly knocked him off balance.
He was closer now than he had planned. Much closer.
Okay, Derek thought. Time to go.
But just as he turned around to retreat, Rose did something unexpected.
She yawned, reached down, and peeled her socks off, tossing them lazily behind her.
Now barefoot, her toes stretched, curled, and dug gently into the carpet—mere feet from Derek’s stunned form. The scent intensified with the removal of the socks, still subtle but now much more… personal. Natural.
Then, her foot lifted.
And came down right where he had just been standing.
Derek dove to the side, heart pounding. A near miss.
That sealed it.
No more delays.
He had to get out—before she shifted again.
But as he turned to make his escape, a shadow passed overhead. A sock, the one she’d tossed earlier, landed behind him, partly covering his only easy exit back under the door.
He was stuck.
And Rose had no idea.
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