This choice: You agree to join his organization and are enlarged slightly. • Go Back...Chapter #4Your new mission? by: Unknown The sad fact that the great Jack Sterling has not only been defeated, but manipulated into helping a long time adversary finally sinks in, breaking your cocky, arrogant spirit. Not wanting to shrink out of existence, you conclude that you have no choice but to accept Harold's proposal.
"You win", you shout up at your new employer, if you can call him that.
Of course, seeing as how you are microscopic, your captors are unable to hear you. after a few minutes of ackward silence, Harold finally realizes your predicament.
"Oh, right. Sorry", Harold apologizes in a somewhat embarrased tone.
Once again, you are overtaken with pain, only this time doesn't seem quite as wretched as before. Perhaps this process isn't so bad once a person adapts to it.
You find yourself at about three inches high when you stop growing. You were hoping to have been enlarged back to a more manageable height, but anything is better than the microscopic demensions your body held just a few seconds ago.
"I'll cooperate", you concede to your longtime nemesis, "but what exactly is it you want me to do"?
Daisy giggles loudly. "Let me tell him, Harry", Daisy begs Harold, adding, "Please".
You cover your ears, but this does you little good. Your ears are ringing with the thunderous tone in which Daisy speaks.
"Alright dear, go ahead", Harold permits.
"Alone, silly", Daisy demands.
"Hmmm, I suppose there is no harm in that", Harold says, probably conceding this just to keep his dimwited flavor of the month happy.
"Yayyyy", Daisy exclaims happily.
With that, Daisy's car-sized hand quickly engulfs you. Your elevation shifts constantly as you can feel Daisy's hand swing back and forth carelessly. The ride is rather dreadful.
Finally, you hear a monstrous thud, which you conclude is a door slammed shut through your headache. After a bit more movement, your fleshy prison opens as Daisy's face eclipses you from the light in the room. From the position of her head and arm, as well as the soft looking surface directly below, you conclude that Daisy is lying stomach down on a bed of some kind.
"Alright...", Daisy begins.  | Members who added to this interactive story also contributed to these: |
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