A Slow Shrink Tale   By Slipstream

A Slow Shrink Tale   By Slipstream

A Slow Shrink Tale

By Slipstream

"Why me? O’ god why me?" Chris thought to himself as he sat on

the

oversized yellow plastic chair drinking stale water from a

plastic cup that

dwarfed him as he struggled with it in his hands.

"Finished already…here let me fill it for you."

Suddenly the cup became too heavy to hold as fresh water

cascaded into it

causing Chris to slump forward placing the oversized cup on the

wobbly

plastic table…but not before he had soaked himself.

"Jesus Christ Becky now looks what you’ve done!"

Chris jumped down from the chair and rung out his ill-fitting

shirt, a dark

shadow fell over him…again he’d made the mistake of raising his

voice after

all it was an easy mistake to make…only twenty two months ago

his voice

commanded respect and authority…but now…

* * * *

22 months earlier

"Come on babe the waters lovely and warm!" Chris called out to

his wife Kim.

"No I’m fine right here with Becky, enjoying the sun."

"Your loss."

Chris swam in the clear water of the blue lagoon; it was a

lovely sunny July

day and what better way to spend it than with his wife and

daughter.

Life was good for Chris he’d been married going on 9 years and

at the age of

29 still had plenty to look forward too. His wife Kimberly was 2

years his

junior and quite the stunner, Chris was proud to have such a

pretty and

intelligent wife.

Becky had come along 7 years earlier; she was planned and both

Chris and

Kim hoped to give her little brother or sister shortly.

Chris snorkelled along his favourite reef looking at all the

pretty coloured

fish…he could name most of the species as this was his favourite

past time.

As he swam he noticed something strange, there seemed to be an

orange

light emanating from the side of the reef about 12ft down.

Taking a deep

breath Chris swam down to investigate…true enough Chris was

right there

was a bright orange light but it wasn’t coming from within the

reef, it was

actually on it!

Unable to hold his breath any longer Chris returned to the

surface, he was

giddy like a school kid…had he just discovered a new type of

water plankton?

Taking in another deep breath he swam down to the light and

after taking

another good look decided he needed to take a sample back with

him,

reaching for his knife he slowly tried scrapping off a small

sample. It was

useless the stuff just wasn’t playing ball, Chris was close to

running out of air

and in a last ditch attempt to break off a piece he stabbed at

the rock but to

his surprise the blade sank in easily…far too easily causing his

hand to rub

roughly against the rock. Returning to the surface he felt pain

shooting

through his hand, which surprised him as it, was only a graze.

"Chris honey…thank god."

Chris opened his eyes to see his wife clenching his fist and

crying with joy.

"Kim honey…where am I?"

"You’re in hospital, don’t you remember?"

"Remember what? How long?"

"3 day’s, the Doctors almost gave up on you!"

"No wait, but…it can’t be…I remember grazing my hand…but nothing

else."

Little did Chris know what effect those little graze would have

upon his life!

* * * * *

Chris didn’t try to fight off Becky’s hand as her trunk like

fingers wrapped

around him covering him from head to toe…after all what could a

3" tall man

do!

Becky held her Dad before her face and lifting an eyebrow she

said…

"Sorry Daddy, what did you say?"

Chris held his head low and said…

"Nothing Becky…I…I just got a little wet!"

"Hmm, well that’s good cause you know that Barbie doesn’t like

blasphemy."

Becky was playing with her dolls and Chris was dating her Barbie

doll! Even

though he didn’t stand much higher than her knee!

Becky lowered Chris back to the floor and watched as he

struggled to climb

back up onto the plastic chair.

* * * *

19 months earlier

Chris was getting ready to go out, he and Kim were off to the

summer ball

that his firm held every year.

"Kim have you seen my jacket?"

"What darling." Kim replied as she walked into bedroom holding

her head to

one side drying her hair.

"Have you seen my jacket? You know the one I bought for Donna’s

wedding."

"Hmm, yea I think its hanging at the top of the wardrobe."

Chris opened Kim’s wardrobe and looked amongst her stuff on the

top rung

and sure enough there was his jacket…as he reached for it

something really

strange happened…

"Chris what is it? Chris…you ok?"

"What? Well I’m not sure…could you come over here."

Kim got up and walked over to Chris.

"Well what is it?"

Chris looked Kim up and down and then asked.

"Do I look different?"

"Err…different how?"

"Well erm…shorter."

"Shorter!"

Kim stood closer and looked slightly alarmed.

"What? I do don’t I…I knew it, look I can’t reach my jacket!"

Kim stood with her mouth open for a minute…had she noticed it

earlier? No

she’d always been slightly taller than Chris when she wore her

heels…Then

looking down she realised that she wasn’t wearing anything on

her feet, in

fact it was Chris that wore his slippers and yet he was still a

good half inch

shorter than her.

Chris’s head followed hers and he could tell by the look on her

face that he

was right.

"Christ Kim you’re taller than me without any heels on! You’re

what…Five feet

eight inches. I’ve been 5’ 9" since I was eighteen…Jesus that’s

1 and a half

inches shorter."

"Calm down, would you listen to yourself…what you think you’re

the

incredible shrinking man now! There has to be an

explanation…maybe I’ve

grown…yea that must be it…I’ve grown."

"Well settle this for sure just wait here." Chris said as he ran

out the bedroom

door.

Chris fumbled about in one of the kitchen draws looking for a

tape measure.

"O come on, I know you’re in here!"

The doorbell rang startling Chris.

"HONEY CAN YOU GET THAT?" Chris yelled.

"WHAT?" Kim replied.

"Never mind." Chris mumbled to himself as he closed the draw and

headed to

the front door.

"Hi Mr Jackson." Greeted Cally as the door opened.

"O’ hi Cally…please come in."

Cally was the baby sitter a nice 17-year-old girl that lived

next door.

"Jeez, even Cally looks taller." Chris thought to himself as

Cally walked passed

him.

Chris left Cally to make herself comfortable a he went back

upstairs.

"Right here we go let’s settle this here and now."

"Chris we’re running late…come on hurry up and finish dressing,

look I’ve

gotten your jacket down for you."

"Please Kim just humour me for a minute…then I’ll get ready at

the double."

(Big sigh) "Ok…what do you want me to do?"

"Just stand up straight against the door and let me measure

you’re height."

Kim stood straight and Chris marked off a small mark at her

height.

"There you go 5’ 8" same as always…you haven’t grown. Now will

you do

me?"

Chris backed up against the door and stood straight, Kim reached

up and

looked surprised as she marked it off.

"What is it?" Chris asked as she stood back.

Chris turned around and straight away could see that the mark

Kim had made

for his height was slightly lower than hers!!!!!!

* * * *

"Becky can you bring your dad in here." Called Cally.

"No were playing!" Replied Becky.

"NOW BECKY…I WON’T ASK AGAIN!"

Becky reached over for Chris and roughly grabbed him while

knocking over

his chair and table.

Chris winced as she marched down the stairs mumbling to herself

and

swinging her arm up and down.

"Here you go." Becky said as she roughly threw Chris on the

ground next to

Cally’s feet.

"Jeez Becky, be careful would you!"

Cally leaned forward and could see the little man lying between

her feet.

"You ok Mr Jackson?"

Chris looked up at the pretty face looking down at him and

nodded.

He was hurt! But his male pride still covered up the pain he

felt…he knew

Becky didn’t mean it…she just treated him like one of her

dolls…difference

was they were hard plastic, he was flesh and bone!

"Becky you come back here!"

Stomping back into the room Becky replied.

"WHAT NOW!"

"Apologise to your Dad."

"What for?"

"For being rough with him!"

Stamping her foot down and looking sternly at Cally she said

"But I wasn’t…not my fault if he’s a cry baby."

"Becky now please."

"O’ sorry Dad." She said and then walked off.

Chris wished Cally wouldn’t do that as Becky then blamed him for

her being

told off and that meant trouble for him!

Cally reached down and picked Chris up, she lay him carefully in

the palm of

her hand and rubbed his chest with her right pointing finger.

Chris knew what she wanted…she was going to get him to paint her

finger

nails, he didn’t mind too much when he was 5" and taller but at

his current

height he found it difficult to lift the brush…but he really

didn’t have a choice.

* * * *

17 Month’s earlier

"Please smile Chris…for Christ sake cheer up!"

"Cheer up! O’ yea it’s alright for you…you’re not shrinking!"

"What! It’s all right for me…of course it doesn’t matter that my

husband

might fit in the palm of my hand one day! Don’t you dare lay

that on me…this

is just as hard for me as it is for you."

"Mummy who’s shrinking?"

"O’ err no one honey!"

"But you said…"

"I know what I said but!"

"Wait! Becky come over here and sit on Daddy’s knee." Chris said

as he

looked over at Kim.

Kim frowned and shook her head.

"No it’s time, she’ll notice soon anyway."

Becky sat on Chris’s lap and he tried explaining what was

happening to him.

"Will I be getting bigger than you?"

"Yes Becky…one day!"

"How small will you get?"

"Becky that’s enough let you’re Daddy have a rest now." Kim said

as she felt

tears well up in her eyes.

Becky kissed Chris on the cheek and skipped out the room.

"Phew that was easier than I expected."

"Did you have to tell her now? Couldn’t you have left it for a

week or two!"

"Kim I’m 5’ 4" tall…that’s a loss of 5" in 12 week’s, and as you

quite rightly

pointed out yesterday I seem to be shrinking faster with each

passing week."

Kim sat next to Chris on the sofa and taking hold of his hand

said

"Whatever happens Chris we’ll face this together ok…"

Chris looked into her eyes and smiled knowing there were some

tough times

ahead.

* * * *

Chris was indeed finding it difficult to paint Cally’s

fingernails, not only was

the brush heavy to hold but he becoming intoxicated by the

fumes!

"Come on Mr Jackson only one finger and thumb to go!"

Chris looked up at her with a pained expression hoping she’d

take pity on him

and complete the task herself…no such luck she just smiled and

carried on

watching the TV.

Lifting the brush up into the bottle to fill it with paint was

now proving almost

impossible, as Chris was exhausted; the brush was becoming

increasingly

heavier and the top of the bottle was chest height…

"Just two more to go, just two more." Chris kept on repeating to

himself.

Carefully he painted the last but one nail making sure not to go

over the edge

or she’d make him clean it off and do it again! Standing back he

looked and

thought that was a good job now for the last one.

Struggling with the brush he heaved it up onto his shoulder and

planting his

hands firmly on the narrow stem lowered it into the bottle one

last time…he

sure was a mess, polish all over him and his hands were now

feeling the

strain of having many layers of polish on them!

Chris began to lift the brush out one last time but as it neared

the top he

pulled it too soon sending the bottle toppling toward him.

Quickly he dropped

the brush and attempted to stop the bottle from falling over…but

it was too

heavy. The bottle hit the tabletop and rolled towards Cally’s

hand leaving a

trail of purple glitter nail polish in its wake.

"Cally help please." Chris shouted as he got back to his feet.

"O’ you stupid idiot."

Quickly Cally’s hand shot out and picked up the bottle, in doing

so she had

inadvertently knocked Chris off of the table.

Cally got to her feet and quickly ran to get some paper towels

to clean the

table before it stained too bad.

* * * *

15 Month’s earlier

"Now remember Chris, Donna’s coming today."

"Yea, how could I forget…what was it she said on the phone, O’ I

can’t wait

to see the little fella!"

"Come on Chris you know she’s only teasing…after all the years

of you calling

her shortie…besides she is my only sister, so remember be

nice…if only for

me!"

"I suppose so…but only for you."

"Good, now we won’t be long…an hour maybe two. Come on Becky

hurry

up."

Kim ruffled Chris’s hair as she walked past him. Chris clenched

his teeth as he

hated when she did that…it had become a regular thing since he’d

shrunk

below the 5’ mark and being 4’ 5" now meant he was 15" shorter

than her

and only 5" taller than his quickly growing 8 year old daughter!

He really

wasn’t looking forward to the day that his daughter’s height

would pass him

by…but he knew that day was coming fast!

Chris watched as Kim hurried Becky out of the front door, her

nice trim arse

never looked better!

Settling down he switched on his X-Box and loaded up Halo, he’d

completed it

twice but that didn’t matter the game was just so darned good.

He’d bought

one of the smaller controller’s as he was finding the default

one a little bulky

in his ever-dwindling hands!

Chris was happily blasting away when the doorbell rang.

"O’ bloody hell! Who can that be?"

Pausing his game he got up and before opening the door he looked

out

through the glass window to the side.

"DONNA! Shit no…that’s all I need."

The last thing he wanted right now was to be left alone with

Donna for he

knew she would tease him. They hadn’t seen Donna since her

wedding over 2

years ago but last month when Kim was chatting on the phone with

her (as

they do every now and then), she let the cat out the bag about

his

shrinking…that was it, before they knew it she’d invited her

self to stay for a

week or two…and so here she was on the door step all 5’ 5" of

her.

Donna was a pretty woman medium build with dark hair and

striking blue

eyes…some might say she resembles Morgan Brittany, truth be told

she could

probably pass as her double!

Again the doorbell rang!

Chris put his back to the door and thought for a moment…should

he wait until

Kim got home and just pretend that he fell asleep or something

like that.

"HELLO! I KNOW YOU’RE IN THERE I CAN SEE YOUR BACK."

"You stupid prick!" Chris thought to himself as he realised that

she’d lifted up

the mail lid and like the daft berk he was he was standing with

his back to it.

"O’ yea sorry Donna…err just having a little trouble with the

latch!"

"Hmm, I bet you are!"

Chris opened the door and looked up and up into the eyes of his

towering

smiling sister in-law. She looked an awfully lot taller than 5’

5"…looking down

to her feet he might have guessed! She was wearing knee high

boots with at

least a 3" sole and maybe 5" heel, making her 5’ 10"…that’s a

whole 17" taller

than himself!

Donna smiled down at Chris as she stepped in close to try and

intimidate him

with her height…it worked!

Chris felt himself redden as her large cleavage almost swallowed

his nose.

"My bags are in the car short stuff." She sniggered as she held

her car keys

out.

"And?" Chris replied as he took a couple of steps back.

"Well being that you’re the man of the house I thought you’d

bring my bags

in for me."

"Well of course Donna…where’s my manners, please come in and

make

yourself comfortable while I fetch your bags."

"That’s more like it pip squeak, now come along hurry it up."

Chris looked angrily at her but bit his tongue and went to take

the keys from

her hand. But as he did this she raised them higher and higher

until they

were well out of his reach.

Chris jumped to try and reach them and Donna sniggered, she

loved this and

Chris knew it!

"What’s the matter tiny can’t you reach up and take the keys

from the little

woman?"

Chris was boiling now, but there was no way he was going to

loose it…well

not yet anyway.

Again he reached for them and again she lifted them up and out

of his reach.

Suddenly a moment of inspiration came to Chris…he reached for

the keys and

as before she bought her arm up and out of his reach, but this

time he

redirected his reach and tickled her under the arm.

"Arghhhh, that’s cheating!" Donna yelled as she let go of the

keys.

Chris bent down to pick them up only for Donna to move her foot

and stamp

down on them.

"Donna would you move you’re foot please."

"Hmm, look up here first!"

"And why would I want to do that?"

"Just do it and I’ll take my foot of the key’s little man!"

Chris turned his head and slowly guided his eyes up along the

shinny black

boots to the tight stretch denim of her jeans to the tight

fitting white T shirt

and past the hills that jutted way out to her smiling face

peering down at him.

Donna stood with her hands on her hips and loved every minute of

it!

"Ok now will you take you’re foot off of the keys?"

"Just a minute Chris; just enjoy the view…because if you

continue to shrink as

you are then you’d better get used to it!"

Chris looked away quickly as she slid her foot back allowing him

to pick up

the keys, once again he felt himself flush red…but she was

right!

Donna turned and walked into the house laughing to herself.

Chris opened the car boot and lifted out the heavy case…boy was

it heavy,

"What’s in here, the kitchen sink." Chris thought to himself as

the bag landed

on the floor with a heavy thud.

Chris closed the boot and began struggling with the case…he

could barley lift

it.

"Hi Chris."

Chris stopped in his tracks and looked around to see June

walking up the

drive. June was Cally’s mum and boy was she big…when Chris was

5’ 9" she

was big but know she looked enormous! Standing 6’ 2" in her

stocking feet

and weighing in at 192lbs that was more than double his own

weight, which

just for the record was a mighty 77lbs.

June cast a big shadow over Chris as she stood next to him; he

craned his

neck back and looked up into her pretty face.

"Is Kim in?"

"No I’m afraid not, she won’t be long though, would you like to

come in and

wait? Her sister Donna’s just arrived and I’m sure she’d like to

meet you."

"Well only if you’re sure!"

"Of course follow me."

Chris smiled to himself knowing that Donna would have to stop

her teasing

while June was there. Chris lifted the heavy bag and began

struggling to the

door with it.

Suddenly Chris felt a large hand on his shoulder.

"Here let me."

June reached down and with little effort picked up the bag and

marched into

the house. Chris just stood there his mouth ajar…he couldn’t

believe she’d

lifted that so easily!

* * * *

Chris awoke a little groggily…where was he? Why was it so dark?

Then he

remembered Cally knocking him off of the table…but where had he

landed?

He tried to sit up but found that the nail polish had dried

solid, sticking his

upper body and his arms tightly to the floor. Chris kicked his

legs about in the

hope that it may free him, but this proved useless.

Craning his neck back he could just make out some small

indentations in front

of him…five to be exact each smaller than the last.

"O’ shit no…Please don’t let it be…HELP, HELP ME PLEASE…HELP."

Chris

screamed as he began to panic!

Chris had realised where he was not only was the odour starting

to work

through the smell of the nail polish but he knew what the

indentations

were…they were from Cally’s toes…he’d fallen into one of her

ankle boots!

Franticly he pulled at his hands and attempted to roll over, all

to no avail he

was stuck solid. The only part of him that he could move were

his legs and

his head other than that he wasn’t going anywhere!

It was getting increasingly hot in there and the smell was

getting stronger it

really was unpleasant, a kind of strong acrid smell. Chris’s

struggles were

subsiding now as he was close to exhaustion.

"HELLLLLLLLLLLLLLLP!" Chris continued to scream.

But the outside world could not hear him. As Chris quieten down

he could

hear the TV, so he knew that Cally had returned and was sitting

right next to

him!

"She must hear me she must." He thought to himself.

10 minutes later and Chris was both horse and exhausted, he

could no longer

scream as that hurt too much and he could barley move as he’d

struggled so!

He just lay there awaiting the inevitable, he just hoped and

preyed that she’d

notice him…but then he was rather a long way down the insole,

his head lay

not too far from the big toe indentation…but that’s all he

had…hope!

Chris listen hard he could hear the TV as clear as a whistle but

still he hadn’t

heard any voices…and then as if on cue.

"Cally can Dad come play with me now!" Becky said as she entered

the

lounge.

"What! Yea sure if he wants too."

Chris felt the ground shake as Becky approached; she stopped

standing

directly over Cally’s boots.

"Where is he?"

"Sulking somewhere I suppose."

Suddenly Chris’s hope’s raised, as the darkness in the boot

became a whole

lot darker.

"Help…please help me…down here in the boot." Chris softly

barked.

Becky was standing talking with Cally while ideally playing with

her boot…the

boot that Chris was in!

Becky slid her foot slowly into the boot…Chris screamed as he

saw five plump

toes heading his way…He closed his eyes and waited…and waited.

Looking up

again he saw that the toes were gripping the edge of the boot

and not

actually entering it.

"Cally?"

"Yea."

"I like your boots."

"Good."

"Cally?"

"What!"

"Can I try your boot’s on?"

"Yea course you can…just be careful with them they cost a lot of

money."

Chris screamed…he didn’t want his daughter to have to live with

the fact that

she’d killed her Daddy; he began struggling harder than he ever

had as the

light slowly evaporated until he was in total darkness. Chris

was pulling up so

hard now that the skin on his chest was close to ripping off, it

was too little

too late as Chris felt Becky’s toes pass over him…his struggling

ceased and he

began to sob.

Becky completed inserting her feet into the boots and after

zipping them up

began to walk around, she could feel a slight bump in the right

one under her

arch but as the boots were too big she didn’t worry about it!

To his amazement Chris was still alive after Becky had completed

putting on

the boots. He began to wriggle against her arch hopping that

because her

skin was soft there that she would feel it…his wriggling soon

stopped as

Becky took her first step.

"Well what do you think…look good or what?" Becky said as she

walked in

front of Cally.

Cally burst out laughing as Becky looked really funny wearing

such big boots.

Chris felt like he was going to pop as her soft arch compressed

against his

body…he felt the soft insole give in under his body as his face

and chest were

mashed in until they met the hard sole. Lucky for Chris just as

he thought his

time was up did the pressure relent and he gasped for air.

However he found

he didn’t have time to breath as Becky’s foot once again

assaulted him.

After 5 or so minutes Becky sat down on the sofa laughing with

Cally, she

unzipped the boots and let them drop to the floor.

Chris thought he’d died and gone to hell, he was fighting for

every little bit of

air he could, just as he would draw some in then the impact of

Becky’s next

step would force it from him…he wouldn’t last much longer and he

knew it.

Five minutes was an awfully long time for Chris but suddenly he

felt hope as

Becky’s weight became much less, he could actually turn his head

and draw

in a huge breath. Then his prays were answered after a minute or

so of the

constant swinging he heard the welcome sound of the zipper on

the boot

being undone.

The downward motion began and Chris felt a rush of fresh air as

the boot

toppled over. The top of the boot smashed onto the ground, Chris

screamed

as he hang their for a second or two suspended by the nail

polish still gluing

his chest and arms securely onto the boot insole! The boot

finally came to a

halt on it’s side and this was really uncomfortable for Chris

his whole weight

pulling down against the skin on his chest and arms.

"Cally where’s Dad?"

"I don’t know, let’s go find…after all your Mum will be home

soon."

Chris could hear them and tired to shout but his poor battered

body found it

far to painful.

"Becky, why don’t you go look in the kitchen under the table, he

often keeps

out the way there."

"Ok."

While Becky was off looking in the kitchen Cally was searching

the lounge

looking in all his favourite hiding places.

"Hmm, well he’s not in here, must be in the kitchen." Cally

thought to herself.

Just then Becky came bounding back into the lounge.

"Did you find him?" Cally enquired.

"No, he’s not in there."

Cally was beginning to worry a little now, after all she was

employed to look

after them both while Kim was at work…"maybe he shrank again and

we can’t

see him any more…O’ god what if one of us has stepped on him."

Cally

thought this as she glanced at the bottom of her feet.

"Where can he be?"

"Wait a minute Becky…just think where did you see him last!"

"Err, when I bought him down for you…you know when he painted

your

nails."

"Course yea…wait let me think, I was sitting here."

As Cally walked back to where she was sitting she accidentally

stood on one

of her boots.

"Stupid thing." She yelled as she kicked her boot out of the

way.

Chris lay there and could hear them searching for him, but there

was nothing

he could do, he just had to wait and hope.

Suddenly the boot began to shake as one of them walked close to

it.

"Arghhhhhhhhh!" Chris screamed faintly as the boot collapsed and

compressed almost to the point of squishing him.

The boot reshaped it self and then was aggressively launched

into the air,

everything happened so fast that Chris didn’t have time to think

about the

land as he was brutally assaulted again by the hard landing.

Cally retraced her steps, but still couldn’t work out what had

happened to

him.

"He knocked over the polish, I ran out to get some paper

towels…that was it

haven’t seen him since then."

"Maybe he’s in one of these…remembered how I was nearly lost in

them."

Cally turned to see Becky holding up her boots.

Chris was close to given up…he was in so much pain and could see

no way

out when all of a sudden he felt the boot lift quickly and the

words he’d so

long wanted to hear left Becky’s mouth.

"Cheeky madam, my feet aren’t that big…now come on stop messing

around

and help me look for him."

Becky smiled and lifted the boot to her mouth and shouted.

"HELLO IS THERE ANYONE THERE…DAD ARE YOU IN THERE…Poo! Smelly

feet."

Chris’s eardrums almost gave out as Becky yelled into the

boot…his luck stank

along with the rest of him, why couldn’t she have screamed into

the other

one.

"Becky I mean it put them down and help me fined him."

Cally snatched the boots from Becky and dropped them to the

floor. She was

really worried now…what would she say to Kim…"Err sorry but I

lost him!"

Cally sat and pulled on her boot thinking only of where to look

next. She

zipped it up and pulled on the other one.

Chris didn’t know whether he was coming or going as the boots

were thrown

about, then suddenly it got really dark and quiet, he could hear

her skin scrap

along the boot as her foot entered. Chris managed one last

scream as her

foot compressed him. This was it his life was over just as soon

as her foot hit

the floor and applied some weight as the ball of her foot

covered his head

and he knew for sure he wouldn’t survive!

Cally zipped up her second boot and was just about to stand when

she felt a

slight tickle against her arch, worried it was a bug or

something she quickly

unzipped it and pulled out her foot.

Chris gasped for air as her toe’s passed him and exited the

boot. He felt the

boot rotate and was violently shaken.

Cally couldn’t believe it…there was defiantly something in her

boot but

nothing had fallen when she shook it. Gingerly she turned the

boot over and

carefully looked in.

"O’ my god…Mr Jackson."

Becky ran over and looked into the boot in which her Dad had

been

imprisoned for the last few hours.

"Hee, he looks really funny in their…naughty Daddy you’ve had us

worried."

"Becky don’t laugh…" Cally said trying not to herself.

Cally reached in and pinched Chris between her finger and thumb,

but as she

tried to pull him out she heard a faint scream come from the

depths of her

boot. She withdrew her hand and whispered into the boot.

"What is it Mr Jackson, don’t you want to come out of there!"

She then turned her head and placed her ear to the opening to

hear a triad of

obscenities being directed at her, but she did manage to

understand that

Chris was in-fact stuck fast with nail polish. This amused her

somewhat to

think that something as simple as nail polish had held him

trapped in her boot

all afternoon…then she though of Becky prancing about in the

boot and this

bought another smile to her face.

Cally passed the boot to Becky.

"Here hold this for a moment…but don’t touch, you’re Dad is

stuck and I need

to get something to release him."

Becky held the boot and looked in, she could only see Chris’s

legs kicking

about and thought he looked really funny.

Chris couldn’t wait to get out of there, he wasn’t sure if he

would have any

lasting injuries, his whole body was just one giant pain at the

moment.

The boot moved suddenly and then Cally warned Chris to close his

eyes; she

then began to carefully poor some nail polish remover over his

back.

Chris could feel the cold liquid run down his back and sides,

although he was

keeping his eyes tightly shut he could still feel the burning

sensation as the

fumes took hold of his surroundings. Holding his breath he hoped

he’d be free

before he needed to breathe again.

After only 3 minutes or so the remover had soaked under Chris

and he was

able to break free, unfortunately he had taken many breaths and

was feeling

hi as a kite!!!!!!!

* * * *

13 Months earlier

Chris was alone in the house just generally tidying up and doing

a little

housework for Kim. He didn’t go to work anymore it had just

become too

embarrassing with everyone always starring at him and asking if

he was

ok…for Christ sake did he look ok! The bloke is getting smaller

and smaller.

He’d given up going to the Doctor’s as that too was a joke…or at

least he

was!

His Doctor to be fair had done all he could and still came by

once a week for

the height and weight checks, he’d been by yesterday and Chris’s

greatest

fear was close to happening…

"Hmm."

"Well Doc, what am I? How much smaller?"

"48 ¼ inches and weight is 50lb, that’s about the average for a

7 year old

boy."

"Cheer’s Doc, I really needed to know the last part…boy that’s

really cheered

me up! Shit, that’s the worst yet! 2 ½ inches in a week!"

"I know Mr Jackson I am sorry…I wish…we all wish we could find

something

to help you but everything we try…well you know!"

"I know Doc…it’s not you’re fault, but do you think the

shrinking will ever

settle down…I mean last week I only shrunk by ½ inch, yet this

week well

you know!"

"Sorry Mr Jackson I don’t have any answers…I wish I did."

Well that was yesterday and since then Chris has really made

himself

busy…so busy that he’d forgotten the time…Becky would be home

any

minute.

Suddenly he heard the Back door open.

"O’ Christ is that the time." He said to himself.

"Hi Dad, it’s only me." Becky shouted.

Chris walked out to the kitchen to see Becky just stepping in

the door.

"Hello Becky, did you have a nice day?"

"Yea great…hope you don’t mind Dad but I invited Steph round for

tea as her

Mum won’t be home till later…she said she’d pick her up around

six…is that

ok?"

"O’ I do wish you’d checked with me first…still shouldn’t be a

problem…what

time is Steph getting here?"

"She’s here already Dad…right behind you!"

"Hi Mr Jackson."

Chris heard the voice but it sounded above him. Slowly he turned

his head

and his jaw dropped at the size of this kid…she must have been

5’ 3" at least.

Chris found he was no higher than her chest! Looking up to the

smiling face

looking down at him he gulped and replied awkwardly while

stepping back.

"Err, what…yea Hi, erm Steph."

Holding her hand over her mouth she sniggered and said.

"Sorry Mr Jackson…it’s just that well, you’re so tiny!"

Chris felt himself get hot as his face flushed red.

"Hmm, yea well, but I prefer small, thank you very much." As he

tried to

make light of her comment;

"Even Becky look’s taller than you!"

"She is not! Now if you don’t mind I have dinner to get."

Chris turned and began to start dinner…ready-made lasagne just

remove the

lid and stick it in the oven…nice and easy, even enough left for

Kim when she

gets home.

Becky and Steph watch as Chris wondered around the kitchen.

Becky turned to Steph and said.

"You know what I think I am…I think I’m taller than my Dad."

Chris could hear them but tried to ignore it for he feared the

worst…that in

fact his own 8-year-old daughter was now taller than him…was he

the

smallest member of the house?

Chris placed the Lasagne in the oven and readied himself to

leave the kitchen.

Suddenly Becky blocked his path.

"Dad can we see who’s tallest."

"No Becky, now please step aside."

"O’ go on please, and then we’ll leave you alone…I promise."

Chris felt a little uneasy…he really didn’t want this to happen,

but then he

knew it would one day.

"Ok, let me get the tape measure."

"No it’s ok Mr Jackson, you won’t need it…if you both take off

your shoe’s and

stand back to back I’ll see who’s tallest."

"O’ err ok."

Both Chris and Becky removed their shoes, Becky smiled at Chris

as they

turned around and stood straight up with their backs touching.

Chris could already feel that Becky’s shoulders were higher than

his own so

with a little hop up he raised onto his toe’s…not much but just

enough to

make him slightly taller.

Steph placed her hands on their heads and measured them off.

"Ooo’ that’s strange, Mr Jackson you are taller."

"There you go Becky you’re still smaller."

"No wait a minute!"

Suddenly Steph pushed hard on Chris’s head and forced him to

stand

flat…Becky was a good inch taller than him…2 ½ inches lost in a

week was

bad but now he’d lost over an inch in little more than 24 hours!

He’d been the

same height as Becky only yesterday!

He turned and saw the look of excitement on Becky’s face.

"I’m taller than you tiny! Taller, taller, taller." Becky

tunefully sang to him.

He smiled knowing this to be the worst he could ever have

imagined…to be

shorter than his own 8 year old daughter, he knew she found it

great fun.

She was only a child after all and didn’t understand just how

much it hurt

him.

"Ok Becky that’s enough, why don’t you take Steph up to your

room and I’ll

call you when dinners ready."

Becky skipped off with Steph and Chris sighed with relief that

he’d be alone

for a while…

* * * *

Chris lay on his bed thinking of the events of the last week and

wondering

just how lucky he was to still be alive. For all the punishment

he’d taken while

stuck in Cally’s boot all he ended up with were a few bruise’s

and being that

it’s close on a week ago most of those have healed up nicely.

BZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZ

"Shhhhhhhhh."

Chris heard Kim fumble about above him as she switched the alarm

off for a

second time.

"Why doe’s she do that? She set’s the alarm half an hour earlier

than she

needs too and then spends the next 30 minutes moaning as the

sleeper alarm

buzz’s every 10 minute’s." Chris thought to himself.

His bed was under hers now, it used to be on the bed side

cabinet next to her

but if Chris wanted to go to the bathroom he had to wake her to

take him so

she decided that it was best that he slept at ground level.

Under the bed just

so that if she gets up in the night then she wouldn’t have to

worry about

where she stepped…great idea in theory, in practice…well that’s

another

story!

Chris woke, and it was still very dark…he was busting for a

leak!

He moaned to himself as the walk to the bathroom was a long one

for

him…Kim had offered that he could use a thimble and that she

would empty

and clean it every morning, but no he didn’t like that

idea…everything had to

be as normal as possible!

What if he just walked over and peed in the corner…she’d never

know! Maybe

not…but he would and that just wasn’t in him even though he did

give it a

second thought!

Pushing the covers back he rolled of off his nice soft

sponge…he’d tried many

different things to sleep on and this was by far the best a

normal bath

sponge!

As he approached the edge of the bed he looked around as best he

could in

the dim light…"Stupid woman’s forgot to leave the night light on

again!"

He could hear Kim breathing above him so he knew it was ok to

venture out,

as she was still fast asleep. As he ventured out the first

things to greet him

were Kim’s slippers! They were amazingly huge…well what isn’t

compared to

him! Chris couldn’t help but run his hand along the soft

material as he walked

by, and he noticed the distinct odour of her feet…"Hmm never

gave that

smell a second thought when I was 5’ 9", but now…!

By the time Chris reached the bathroom he was almost bursting…he

didn’t

use the toilet now…think about it for a moment…how could he get

up so

high! No he used the shower! Kim had bought a little ladder,

like the one’s

you get in bird cage’s and placed it at the base of the shower

cubicle, it was

just long enough to enable Chris to climb up and in. He

practically ran up the

ladder and slid down the side of the cubicle base, on the last

leg of his

journey now so he pulls out Percy pecker in anticipation, no

sooner than he’d

reached the drain was he peeing…he could have peed for England

it was that

long.

Having finished he threw a few cup’s of water down the drain

hole to wash it

away and then cleaned his hands in the small bowl that Kim

leave’s in there

just for that purpose.

Walking over to the cubicle wall that stood chest height to him

he realised

that pretty soon he’d need a ladder to get out as well as in!

After a couple of

failed attempts he was climbing back down the ladder feeling a

lot better than

he had before, after all the exercise he was looking forward to

getting back to

sleep.

Suddenly as he reached the bedroom door and was about to walk

through the

slight opening, the door was pulled open and the resulting

airflow this caused

pulled Chris into the air. Everything happened so fast…as Kim

pulled the door

open and stepped out into the hall Chris found himself flying

through the air

only coming to a halt as he made contact with her shin!

Kim didn’t feel a thing and just continued her walk to the

bathroom; Chris on

the other hand was out like a light…lying right in the middle of

the hallway

floor…a very dangerous position!

Kim did what she needed too and began to return to the bedroom.

Chris was

only just regaining conscious as she stepped out into the hall.

She hadn’t bothered switching on the hallway light…she never did

when she

got up to go to the toilet. Chris rose up onto his elbows and

gasped at the

giant dark figure rapidly approaching him, he scuttled back on

his elbows in

panic, as she got nearer! The thud of her foot as it hit the

ground scared him

shit less for he knew within the next couple of steps she would

be upon him!

He screamed out! But she didn’t hear him…she had taken to

wearing earplugs

in bed since they first got married as Chris snored rather

loudly!

Rolling over on to his front Chris got to his feet and began

running for his life

as her left foot crashed to the floor just behind him…would he

be ok would

her right foot just pass him by! Or would he end up a stain on

her soft-soled

slipper?

"Mummy." Becky called from her bedroom door.

Kim stopped dead in her tracks…she might not have been able to

hear Chris’s

little voice but she could certainly hear Becky’s.

Chris’s heart was in his mouth as Kim suddenly stopped and her

right foot

crashed to the ground about an inch from him…if he hadn’t just

relieved

himself he surely would have then!

Kim span on her toes to speak with Becky.

"Shhhhhhhhh…go back to bed Becky."

Chris was in imminent danger as she span and her right heel

hovered

dangerously above him, with no time to think he just dived to

right and not a

moment too soon as Kim’s heel hit the floor right where he’d

been!

"I had a nightmare…can I come sleep with you?" Becky asked.

"Ok, but be quiet…we don’t want to wake Dad."

Chris felt the ground shake as Becky ran toward Kim…he was

already on his

way making haste for the relative safety of the skirting board.

With not a moment to spare he was safe as he watched two giant

set’s of

feet pound the floor next to him and then in a moment they were

gone!

Chris slide down the skirting and calmed himself down before

making the long

trek back to his bed!

"BZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZ"

"That’s it she’ll get up this time…always’ on the third buzz!"

Chris hasn’t told Kim of the other night for he knew if he did

she would make

him use a thimble and he didn’t want that just yet.

He heard the springs creak above him, the tell tale sign that

she was on the

move. Raising up on his elbow he watched as her giant feet and

calves glided

down from the bed…she was still half asleep as she was having

trouble

slipping her feet into her slippers…Chris smiled to himself as

she stepped and

nearly stumbled as her slipper wasn’t on right.

"Bloody hell." He heard her mumble from above. And then all was

right; she

disappeared through the bedroom door!

* * * *

Just over 11 months earlier

"Ok let’s go." Chris called to Kim.

"Hang on a minute let me get me shoes on." She replied.

"Now Cally you’ve got my number in case you need anything

right?"

"Yes Kim…just go and have a good time."

Kim stood up and with her 3" inch heels on towered over Chris by

a lot more

than two foot now…they did look an odd couple. Kim tall slim and

pretty,

Chris…well very short and getting shorter.

Tonight was to be a welcome release for them; a night to spend

with old

friends and just generally let their hair down.

Melanie and Steve had been friends with both of them for

year’s…good

friends too, but since the accident and the shrinking began they

just seemed

to drift apart. But Kim had received a welcomed call from Mel in

the week

inviting them to Steve’s thirtieth birthday party. At first she

was a little

reluctant to accept, as she was unsure just how Chris would feel

after all

most of their friends hadn’t seen him since the shrinking began.

To her

surprise Chris was really keen on the idea and looked forward to

it, in fact

that’s all he’s talked about for the last week!

The taxi pulled up outside the small village hall that Melanie

had hired, Chris

looked out of the cab window and watched a couple of his friends

walk in

through the front door.

"We don’t have to do this Chris!"

Chris looked at Kim and loved her for the way she always put him

first even

before his shrinking began.

"What no way…we’re going to have a few drinks and a good chat,

come on

woman lets go."

Chris opened the car door and waited for Kim to follow him as

she paid the

driver.

Kim took his hand and walked in with him, the first to spot them

was Melanie

a short bubbly blonde with a baby face.

"Hi Kim so glad you could make it…Chris hi, I didn’t, I mean…o’

you know err

how are you?" She sounded a little awkward as she looked down at

the little

man standing next to Kim.

"It’s ok Mel…it’s still the same me even if a little

shorter…well maybe quite a

bit shorter. You’re looking well." Chris replied.

Mel bent down and kissed him quickly on the cheek.

"Chris honey would you get me a drink and I’ll go find us a

table."

"Ok babes."

Chris left Kim talking with Mel and he headed for the bar. It

was rather busy

and awkward for him to reach.

"Chris…Chris Jackson is that you or your half brother?"

Chris turned around and looked up.

"Steve, hello mate…happy birthday."

"Bloody hell just look at you…half pint!"

"Yea, yea trust you everyone tip toes around the subject of my

size but

you…straight in with both feet…what a relieve, I just wish

everyone else were

the same."

Chris had a right good chat with Steve and shortly afterwards a

few more of

his old mates showed up and it was just like old times…standing

at the bar

getting smashed.

"So Chris just how short are you now?" Enquired Mark.

"I prefer tall Mark…how tall am I? Well I’m 3ft 6inches."

"What’s it like?" Asked Trevor.

"Gees! What is this forty questions?"

"Sorry mate, I can understand if you…"

"No, no it’s ok…let me think! Exciting…frightening…shocking, and

fear, yea

lots of fear…fear of the unknown! That’s how it makes me feel

and more, the

feelings I have change from day to day! I wake in the morning

and wonder

how much I’ve shrunk, and on the days I don’t…I get hopeful that

maybe the

Doctors have found a cure that works. Then other days I wake and

find I’ve

shrunk by half inch or more…and those days are depressing. But

it isn’t all

bad…"

Trevor places a hand on Chris’s shoulder.

"Christ I can’t even begin to imagine what you and Kim are going

through…I

assumes its tough on all of you!"

"You’d better believe it, I may be the one shrinking but I can

see the worry

etched on Kim’s face as each day goes by."

There was an eerie silence around him as all listened intently.

Suddenly the silence was broken as Kim burst the circle around

Chris.

"Mind if I kidnap my husband boys! Come on dance with me honey."

Kim grabbed his arm and pulled him toward the dance floor.

"Sorry guys gotta go."

They all laughed as Chris was nearly lifted off of his feet.

Kim kicked off her shoes and held him close as they smooched to

George

Michael’s Careless Whisper.

"Christ Kim mined the feet would you?"

"Oops sorry babe, I guess I’ve had a little too much to drink."

Chris was getting hot as she kept smothering his face in her

chest.

"Kim please!"

"What?"

"You’re smothering me!"

"Yea and…"

"O’ don’t start."

"Who’s starting?"

Chris looked up into her face and guessed he’d better end this

now.

"Sorry…no one."

"Good." She said as she smothered him again.

Chris was glad when the slow music stopped…he needed a breather.

But as

the dance floor emptied Kim kept hold of his arm.

"Let go please."

"O’ come on let your hair down a little."

"You know I don’t like dancing."

"Go on just for me…please."

Chris never could say no to her even when he was 5ft 9 tall. So

he began to

dance with her and pretty soon he was in the middle of all her

friends as they

joined in the fun.

He began to feel a little self-conscious as everyone in the hall

seemed to be

watching him and whispering to one another…well not everyone but

most.

That was enough now he’d danced for the last couple of tracks

and needed to

replenish some of the water that had sweated out of his body.

"Excuse me…Kim please I’ve had enough."

Kim bent down and grabbed his cheek between her thumb and

finger.

"Arrr is my poor little man tired."

"Kim please!"

Chris noticed that her circle of friends was laughing at her

messing with him

and he felt a little embarrassed by it.

"O’ come on Babe just one more song."

He didn’t have a choice as she bent down slightly and lifted him

of off his feet

bringing rapturous laughter from all around.

Chris felt himself flush, at this point he felt a lot smaller

than he really was.

He dare not struggle for he’d look even more ridiculous trying

to break from

her grip.

"Girls there are a few good reasons why every woman should have

a small

man…number one dancing like this means your feet are safe.

Number two

you don’t a headache anymore, as you have control! Number

three…"

"Kim please put me down…you’re drunk."

Kim let him slide down her body but still kept him held close.

"Number three…you can use him to prop up your boobs!"

As she said this she leaned forward and held him close to her

she then bent

down slightly causing his head to push up her boobs.

By now the whole place was watching and at that point everyone

exploded

with laughter. Chris ducked quickly breaking from Kim’s grasp

and pushed

passed many bodies until her reached the sanctuary of the

toilets. He entered

a cubicle and locked himself in away from all prying eyes.

He sat there and cooled down a little, he knew Kim didn’t mean

to hurt him

she was always a joker when she’d had a few too many…but his

male pride

had just taken one hell of a bashing and he needed time alone to

gather his

composure before facing the crowds again.

Kim hadn’t seemed to realise the embarrassment she’d caused

Chris as she

continued to enjoy herself on the dance floor.

"Chris you in here mate?" Called Steve.

"Ugh! Yea in here…didn’t feel too good."

"O’ yea right…I understand, look is everything ok?"

"Yea sure, go on I’ll be out shortly."

"Well if you’re sure!"

Chris listened as Steve left leaving the toilets quiet again. He

left the stool

and splashed some water onto his face.

"Arrr that feels better."

The door opened and Chris looked over to see who it was.

"Sorry, but this is the gents." Chris directed to the 6ft red

head standing at

the door.

"Hmm, you sure sweetie…looks more like the boys to me!"

Chris felt a little uneasy as she checked behind her and then

closed the door.

Slowly she walked toward him…he was feeling a little like the

rabbit caught in

lights, he didn’t know what to do.

"Err sorry lady but if you look on the door this is the gents."

"Never mind that…you’re a cute little thing, what do they call

you?"

She was almost on top of him now…she was big 6ft plus and built

like the

preferable out house! Chris felt more than a little intimidated.

"Chris…my name’s Chris, and you are?"

"Amber."

Gulp "Nice to meet you." Chris said nervously and held out his

hand.

Her hand was massive and completely enveloped his; she then

began to

squeeze. Chris looked up and up into her hard but pretty face as

she smiled

down at him. She could tell it wouldn’t be long!

"Argh, please you’re hurting me."

Chris now had his other hand on hers and was attempting to prise

her fingers

apart, his face was contorted with pain and in a final act of

desperation he

kicked her hard in the shins.

She didn’t flinch, just continued to smile and squeeze ever

harder on his tiny

hand.

Chris dropped to his knees and it was then that she let go. She

turned and

walked toward the door, Chris breathed a sigh of relief…but that

soon

changed as she put a wedge under the door to stop people from

entering.

She turned back to Chris and said.

"Now where were we?"

"Please just leave me alone…"

"Soon honey soon."

Chris didn’t wait for her to come to him, quickly he got to his

feet and dodged

past her, but he couldn’t remove the wedge in time and was

quickly pulled

from the door as her powerful hands clamped down hard on his

shoulders.

"HELP, H…oomph!"

Her hand clamped hard across his face as she turned him round

and held him

high against the wall with one hand.

"Now be quiet sweetie and it won’t hurt too much."

Chris kicked and pulled at her arm as she unclasped his belt and

unbuttoned

his trousers with her free hand causing them to fall to his

ankles.

"Now lets see what you’ve got under there little man?"

Amber licked her lips as she slowly pulled his boxer shorts

down.

Chris was struggling to breathe as she kept him held high

against the wall

with the one hand while she played with his dick with the other.

Chris hated

himself as his member began to respond to her touch.

"Well, well would you look at that…hmm, not bad for a small

boy…but for a

man, well let’s just say I couldn’t be bothered."

She released her grip and Chris fell to a crumpled heap on the

floor sobbing.

Amber totally ignored Chris as she straightened her dress and

checked her

make up in the mirror before taking the wedge from the door.

Chris watched as she exited the door and as she did she looked

back at him

one last time and blew him a kiss.

Quickly he gathered a little composure and pulled up his boxers

and trousers,

which was just as well as Steve walked in through the door.

"You’ve been gone ages…we’re all worried out their mate, you

ok."

"Fine, j, just fine."

"Well you don’t look to good."

"[email protected]#king hell, would you stop already…I’m fine…thanks."

Steve felt a little awkward and let.

Chris soon followed, he wanted to go home…he wanted to feel safe

and right

now that’s the only place he would.

He ran out onto the dance floor and found Kim.

"Kim honey…can we go home?"

"What?"

"I said, could we go home?"

"Now?"

"Yes now."

"But…"

"Please babe…I’m not feeling too well."

Kim nodded and as she bent down to put her shoes on and pick up

her bag

and who should be dancing in front of him none other than Amber.

"O’ sorry how rude…Chris this is Amber, Amber Chris."

"Hi nice to meet you Chris." Amber said as she winked at him and

held out

her hand.

"Err hi." Chris replied nervously.

"Come on Kim please I don’t feel well."

Kim took his hand and after finding Mel and Steve to say their

goodbyes they

left.

Chris was glad to be home safe and sound it wasn’t until a

couple of days

later when Kim got of off the phone did the horror come back to

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