Lisa has other plans
The Shrinking Virus- Collaberotica Version
Chapter 22
"I can't believe you were going to keep him all to yourself!" Lisa says in an accusatory tone. Being so close to her massive lips, you feel her warm breath blow hard against your face as she frowns at Ben, obviously annoyed at her husband. Still holding you close, she walks over to the dinner table and takes a seat, as Ben seats himself beside her.
Placing you on her dinner plate, Lisa takes the towel off her head, letting her still damp blonde hair fall all around her shoulders. She is beautiful, even at such a large size, and you can only hope that she has good intentions. Something tells you that you might be in for a long evening, but anything is better than being tossed down Ben's gullet. You feel a pang of sadness as you remember Sophie and her plight. You hope her end is a quick one. For now though, you are still alive, and closer than ever to getting back to safety.
"You mean you don't want to call his mom and let her know you have him?" Ben says, trying to hide his obvious delight as he picks up the bowl of salad he has already prepared, and dishes out some for himself, before passing the dish over to Lisa.
"Well...that all depends on what he has to say for himself now, doesn't it Ken?" Lisa says, her gaze shifting to look you right in the eye. Lisa begins to scoop mountainfuls of salad onto her plate, before a smile breaks out on her lips when she notices the older shrink man that Ben dropped into the salad earlier.
"How many of them did you buy honey?" Lisa turns to Ben, as she shows him the tiny man precariously balanced on the tines of her fork.
"It's a surprise, but I'll say this...there's definitely enough for desert," Ben laughs, his eyes drifting over to where you are huddled on Lisa's plate.
You watch as the giants fill their plates with food, and start to dig in. It doesn't look like Lisa is paying much attention to you, though you can see that she is carefully avoiding spearing the other tiny on her plate, even as he climbs and runs through the jungle of salad and tries to avoid getting stuck in the soft white mash that barricades him from the side of the plate you are on. You make sure not to fall off the elevated lip of the plate and into the shallow bowl, which to you is the size of an arena. Never in your wildest dreams would you have imagined finding yourself being forced to watch as your neighbours devour shrinks along with enough food to feed a whole town, from your perspective. It's hard to imagine how big her stomach must be, if all of this is going to fit right in with space to spare. Even now, you wonder if it's true what they say, how women eat more when they are eating for two. From your perspective, it really does feel like Lisa is eating enough for a whole army.
"So little one, what should I do with you?" Lisa says suddenly, as she spears some salad and slips the forkful into her mouth, pulling out the utensil with nothing left on it. You're not sure if she is talking to you, or to the tiny man fighting for his life in the arena of her dinner plate, but you decide to say something just to remind her that you aren't food.
"Maybe call my mom and let her know I'm here?" you shout, loud enough to be heard you reckon.
"Oh not you Ken, I was talking to the little guy stuck in my mashed potatoes," Lisa says with a chuckle, as she pokes and prods around a particularly viscous mountain of mash that the tiny man has fallen in. "I'll get to you later sweetie."
Placing you on her dinner plate, Lisa takes the towel off her head, letting her still damp blonde hair fall all around her shoulders. She is beautiful, even at such a large size, and you can only hope that she has good intentions. Something tells you that you might be in for a long evening, but anything is better than being tossed down Ben's gullet. You feel a pang of sadness as you remember Sophie and her plight. You hope her end is a quick one. For now though, you are still alive, and closer than ever to getting back to safety.
"You mean you don't want to call his mom and let her know you have him?" Ben says, trying to hide his obvious delight as he picks up the bowl of salad he has already prepared, and dishes out some for himself, before passing the dish over to Lisa.
"Well...that all depends on what he has to say for himself now, doesn't it Ken?" Lisa says, her gaze shifting to look you right in the eye. Lisa begins to scoop mountainfuls of salad onto her plate, before a smile breaks out on her lips when she notices the older shrink man that Ben dropped into the salad earlier.
"How many of them did you buy honey?" Lisa turns to Ben, as she shows him the tiny man precariously balanced on the tines of her fork.
"It's a surprise, but I'll say this...there's definitely enough for desert," Ben laughs, his eyes drifting over to where you are huddled on Lisa's plate.
You watch as the giants fill their plates with food, and start to dig in. It doesn't look like Lisa is paying much attention to you, though you can see that she is carefully avoiding spearing the other tiny on her plate, even as he climbs and runs through the jungle of salad and tries to avoid getting stuck in the soft white mash that barricades him from the side of the plate you are on. You make sure not to fall off the elevated lip of the plate and into the shallow bowl, which to you is the size of an arena. Never in your wildest dreams would you have imagined finding yourself being forced to watch as your neighbours devour shrinks along with enough food to feed a whole town, from your perspective. It's hard to imagine how big her stomach must be, if all of this is going to fit right in with space to spare. Even now, you wonder if it's true what they say, how women eat more when they are eating for two. From your perspective, it really does feel like Lisa is eating enough for a whole army.
"So little one, what should I do with you?" Lisa says suddenly, as she spears some salad and slips the forkful into her mouth, pulling out the utensil with nothing left on it. You're not sure if she is talking to you, or to the tiny man fighting for his life in the arena of her dinner plate, but you decide to say something just to remind her that you aren't food.
"Maybe call my mom and let her know I'm here?" you shout, loud enough to be heard you reckon.
"Oh not you Ken, I was talking to the little guy stuck in my mashed potatoes," Lisa says with a chuckle, as she pokes and prods around a particularly viscous mountain of mash that the tiny man has fallen in. "I'll get to you later sweetie."
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June 3, 2023
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