Your mom comes back into the room
The Shrinking Virus- Collaberotica Version
Chapter 13
"Pam! You have to check out this jacuzzi, it's just wonderful!" you hear your mom's cheerful voice suddenly breaking through.
"I'll be right there!" Pam replies, heaving herself of the bed, before dumping you back in your mother's handbag once more. You tumble back into the darkness, and thump your head against something solid, probably a tube of lipstick, before finally coming to a stop against the coarse leather side of the purse.
"Be a good boy now and stay put won't you Ken? We'll continue our chat later," Pam says, her voice low and hushed as she walks over to the bathroom.
Could she really get away with eating you, right under your mom's nose? Despite appearing to be your typical bimbo blonde with the oversized rack, there was a cunning to her that made you truly despise her. You knew for a fact that she had devoured more than her share of shrunken people at the beginning of the pandemic, she had bragged about it to you many times.
This was different though, you were someone she knew personally. Heck, she had babysat you plenty of times before the virus, but you should have known her true personality, because even back then, she could be plenty mean when the mood struck. And now she had your mom convinced that it was all a figure of speech, and that she had no intention whatsoever.
You knew better than that. If your mom wasn't going to help keep you safe, you'd have to take matters into your own hands. Above you, about ten feet up, the zipper was only three quarter of the way closed. More than enough space for you to squeeze through at your size. Then what? Being just over an inch tall, you'd be a sitting duck for anything larger than you outside. Still, it would beat certain annihilation at the hands of that crazy blonde and her belly. A chill ran through your spine as you remembered the heat and stench of her mouth when she very nearly dropped you in, earlier on the plane. Her throat had yawned wide with anticipation, an oily black darkness waiting to swallow you down into the pit of her stomach.
Fear filled your heart as you imagined your fate in Pam's stomach, and you immediately start to climb around in the darkness, looking for anything that could help you reach the light at the top of the handbag. Grasping blindly, you manage to hoist yourself up onto something fairly stable, and with a shimmy up the side of something cylindrical, you find yourself within jumping distance to the lip of the bag.
"Oh this is going to be such a great vacation!" you hear your mom's voice re-entering the room.
"Pam, this is amazing, you're just the best for setting this up for me."
"Sweetie, you know I'd do anything to make you happy," Pam says,"this weekend is all about you, you and you."
"You are really too kind, what did I do to deserve a friend like you," your mom replies. Their voices are getting closer, and you can feel the vibrations from their heavy steps in the room as you balance precariously on the slightly unstable object.
"I'll be right there!" Pam replies, heaving herself of the bed, before dumping you back in your mother's handbag once more. You tumble back into the darkness, and thump your head against something solid, probably a tube of lipstick, before finally coming to a stop against the coarse leather side of the purse.
"Be a good boy now and stay put won't you Ken? We'll continue our chat later," Pam says, her voice low and hushed as she walks over to the bathroom.
Could she really get away with eating you, right under your mom's nose? Despite appearing to be your typical bimbo blonde with the oversized rack, there was a cunning to her that made you truly despise her. You knew for a fact that she had devoured more than her share of shrunken people at the beginning of the pandemic, she had bragged about it to you many times.
This was different though, you were someone she knew personally. Heck, she had babysat you plenty of times before the virus, but you should have known her true personality, because even back then, she could be plenty mean when the mood struck. And now she had your mom convinced that it was all a figure of speech, and that she had no intention whatsoever.
You knew better than that. If your mom wasn't going to help keep you safe, you'd have to take matters into your own hands. Above you, about ten feet up, the zipper was only three quarter of the way closed. More than enough space for you to squeeze through at your size. Then what? Being just over an inch tall, you'd be a sitting duck for anything larger than you outside. Still, it would beat certain annihilation at the hands of that crazy blonde and her belly. A chill ran through your spine as you remembered the heat and stench of her mouth when she very nearly dropped you in, earlier on the plane. Her throat had yawned wide with anticipation, an oily black darkness waiting to swallow you down into the pit of her stomach.
Fear filled your heart as you imagined your fate in Pam's stomach, and you immediately start to climb around in the darkness, looking for anything that could help you reach the light at the top of the handbag. Grasping blindly, you manage to hoist yourself up onto something fairly stable, and with a shimmy up the side of something cylindrical, you find yourself within jumping distance to the lip of the bag.
"Oh this is going to be such a great vacation!" you hear your mom's voice re-entering the room.
"Pam, this is amazing, you're just the best for setting this up for me."
"Sweetie, you know I'd do anything to make you happy," Pam says,"this weekend is all about you, you and you."
"You are really too kind, what did I do to deserve a friend like you," your mom replies. Their voices are getting closer, and you can feel the vibrations from their heavy steps in the room as you balance precariously on the slightly unstable object.
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June 3, 2023
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