Summary: Twelve years ago, Carrie Schultz had a father... a father she never thought to be alive. She was the daughter of a man who incredibly shrank to the point that he was thought for dead. But now after all these years, her father is believe to be alive.
Categories: Teenager (13-19),
Body Exploration,
Gentle,
Unaware Characters: None
Growth: None
Shrink: Micro (1 in. to 1/2 in.)
Size Roles: None
Warnings: None
Challenges: None
Series: None
Chapters: 18
Completed: No
Word count: 12490
Read: 131633
Published: August 06 2007
Updated: March 14 2008
1. Chapter One by Vord
2. Chapter Two by Vord
3. Chapter Three by Vord
4. Chapter Four by Vord
5. Chapter Five by Vord
6. Chapter Six by Vord
7. Chapter Seven by Vord
8. Chapter Eight by Vord
9. Chapter Nine by Vord
10. Chapter Ten by Vord
11. Chapter Eleven by Vord
12. Chapter Twelve by Vord
13. Chapter Thirteen by Vord
14. Chapter Fourteen by Vord
15. Chapter Fifteen by Vord
16. Chapter Sixteen by Vord
17. Chapter Seventeen by Vord
18. Chapter Eighteen by Vord
Author's Notes:
Okay, so I sort of decided for the time I should start doing a story, since it's been a damn while... Since I've been lazy. But I recently bought the one book to build my a story, that story was "The Incredible Shrinking Man". So I came up with the idea saying "hey... I could sort of do my own version sequel of what happens next". So the one thing I might do possible is post up a chapter at least once a week. Let me know what you guys think so far
She never knew who her father was, just that along
time ago
He was a true celebrity. He was famous
throughout the world nearly twelve years ago, and remains
so this day. Those thoughts were always revolving around,
Carrie Schultzs head. She was only 5 years old at the
time, when her father was known to the world as: The
Worlds Shrunken Man. Back then, she didnt know any
better. Her father didnt know how it happened or if there
was a way to stop it. He just kept shrinking down, from
the size of a teenager, the size of a child towards her,
the size of a baby, the size of a doll, the size of an
insignificant insect, and to the size of nothing by now.
That was twelve years ago. She truly believed that her
father disappeared, probably joining the atoms surrounding
him or beyond that. Her mother never really told much
about her father since then. It was something she had to
figure on her own.
She kept thinking on and on until the bell rang
and she walked home. As she walked, she couldnt help but
think much about her father, even as she ignored her
friends. She just walked down the street until she ran
into something familiar. She didnt know it exactly, but
she believed that the familiar abandoned house is where
she used to live, where she grew up, and that one day pass
it everyday now since her house and her high school was
only 5 blocks away, and in between the distance was the
house. She was too afraid at the moment, to think that
maybe his decomposed body was there. To her, twelve years
was enough for the mice and insects to feast already in
then a week after his supposed death. She wouldnt
question it, as she walked back. Little did she know, was
that while standing there for the moment, a tiny creature
managed to crawl up her Adidas superstar sneakers, and
stow away in her pink ankle high sock. She didnt feel a
tickle nor any touch at all. The creature itself was to be
at least quarter of an inch tall. The tiny creature said
within his mind, Ive been waiting for this moment for
twelve years, twelve long years. I never thought to see
this day happen. He looked up at the colossus, its been
so long since he seen her. He remembered long ago, he use
to carry her, read her stories when she was little. How
ironic that its changed. She kept on growing, both size
and age. She had to about 17 by now. Her birthday was one
November 27th. He also remembered her name
her name was
Carrie Alisa Schultz. He also remembered that he was
also,
her father.
End Notes:
Next Chapter: Chris Schultz enters the new life he never thought to see. The life to what its like to live with his only daughter.
Author's Notes:
Wow, I was wrong about doing this a once a week thing. Hopefully, Chapter 3 will be posted up in about 2 days from now...
Years have longed pass, no longer did Chris Schultz ever
thought that today would be the day of his own new
beginning life of his own freedom. It been years after his
wife and daughter have left the house that they use to
live. It was a life he never wanted to live again. He had
spent nearly the first six years trapped in the prison
cellar of his own unfortunate event. And throughout those
years, he has battled spiders, rats, group of ants,
crickets, and even a bee. The bee in his opinion was the
worst and most daring and challenging prey he ever faced…
and killed. But it wasn’t as horrific when he faced a
spider that was twice his size, or a rat that ran as quick
and smooth as he was. No, they were all the common enemies
he dared to face and each one he had to kill. He had to
kill for survival for his own, that was his test at life.
The remaining six years after, he lived in the lawn after
miraculously escaping the dreaded cellar. The metal screen
was his only gate out. It took months and years as the
metal rusted from the rain, water, and wind which enable
him to break it and be released. He had nothing to eat all
those years except, table scraps of food that were
disposed by teenagers of whom broke in the house, made
out, smoked joints, and especially munched. Through those
years after, the lawn itself turned into a hideous jungle
were more insect enemies await him, tons that prove to
outmatch him.
Still, he was able to survive another day, by killing
whoever threat to him and eat whatever he can find. It was
his only law that time.
He had finally realized that the day was the day he should
now take life a step further at a new level. To him,
spending the time in the cellar and lawn only proved one
thing. He needed to be prepared for the new life ahead of
him, he was ready to get in contact with someone he
forgotten all these years. He needed his daughter. His
daughter was the only person he can ever think about
through the years. He always wondered though if she ever
even remembered once that she had a father who loved her.
She was too young at the time when began to shrink. She
was ignorant to learn what to do. But now she’s a big girl
now, and it was time for him to go him in what he expects
to be paradise. He wouldn’t expect to try to contact his
daughter, but only live with her, unknowing to her or her
mother. His own daughter has finally grown into this
beautiful young lady, apart from having his dark brown
hair, and blue eyes. She had to be about five foot four
compared to his quarter of an inch height. Still he was
glad to be home again, home with his daughter as she
walked home as he rode on her pink sock. He carefully
touched the flesh of her ankle. It been a while since he
ever felt somebody else’s skin. His skin in compared was
full of scars bruises from all that abuse that each of his
enemies gave him. They were medals to him, medals for the
brave and honor as he fought for his own life.
Just the instant touch of her skin, started to make him
sob uncontrollably now, he spent the last decade of his
life wondering if the life before him was still a part of
him. Chris looked upon at his now colossus and grown
daughter. She was utterly beautiful, her legs were as tall
as redwoods, but as smooth as they were clean.
The motions of her legs finally came to a halt, as he
looked up to see that his daughter was digging in her
pockets, she was looking for her keys. She was already
back home, and he was entering his new found paradise. He
hope that this time there will a change into his new fond
life.
End Notes:
Next Chapter: Carrie does some research about her father, but unknowning to her he's a lot closer to her than she thought...
Author's Notes:
Really incredible story so far, right? Chris here is the Scott Carey of the story, while his daughter is the grown Beth Carey of the story. The surname Carrie was deprived from Carey as a reference. I wonder though what would it been like if Scott Carey did manage to survive all those years later.
Carrie rested on her bed, as she let her legs dangled
before laying them on the bed. Chris felt sick the moment
as she dangled her legs, but was lucky enough to get out
unharmed as he walked out of Carries ankle sock. He was
shocked for the moment as he looked at one side of the
room. There were headlines around, newspapers, article
clippings, all about him. WORLDS SHRUNKEN MAN: Countdown
to the impossible, SHRINKO THE FREAKO, THE MAN THAT LOOKS
LIKE A BOY, BABY SIZE TODAY -- COCKROACH SIZE TOMORROW.
These were all the taunts he remembered so long ago. So
many names, so many names he thought. Back then being a
celebrity for the time being was incredible. But then, the
down side of it was the endless calls, the knockings on
the doors, and the cameras. He remembered that all back
then. He couldnt bear to try to remember those back then.
They were all scumbags, the more you let them have you the
more they want more. It was as endless as his fear back
then that he might shrink to almost nothing.
Chris looked upon his daughter Carrie now, she was laying
on her stomach reading a magazine. He was deciding whether
or not should he allow himself to somehow contact her?
Part of his wanted to, so he can see if he was part of
that world still. But then the other salve said it was too
impossible. She may think of him as a bitter insect. Plus
with his voice completely reduce to squeaks, he find this
utterly embarrassing. He was ashamed of himself. He had no
right to do any contact with the normal human being. His
life was that of an insect and as the life of an insect,
he must stagger around the world for survival, he might as
well just live within his daughter instead. It was the
only part of within himself, that insisted to do. It was
no stalking love. He wanted to see his daughters
lifestyle, and just to see how she is and how she reacts.
Those years he spent alone was enough torment, right now
he just watched his daughter until she got up and started
to move off the bed. She took off her shoes and walked out
of the room. He remained alone once again, and thought for
a second to where to bunk for night and possibly for the
rest of his life. He looked around until he saw that the
closet door was open. He sprinted fast so that he can be
there before she closes the door. He decided that for the
remaining time, he should live inside her shoes. He picked
to live inside her clean white Nike sneakers, since one of
those shoes; specifically the left shoe itself was lying
on its side. Hopefully, by the next morning he would get
in time just in case she decided to where it.
Carrie returned back to her room, as Chris listened to his
daughters humming tune. By then she was already dressed
up in a white t-shirt and teddy bear pants, getting ready
for bed. Or so he thought
She spent the remaining time on her computer looking
through old archives, archives that featured her father.
She read on and on, about how started to possibly shrink.
She read on some conclusive analysis that his shrinking
may involved with something of a mist that was conducted
as a failed experiment of a former lab that closed down
nearly twenty-five years ago. Those facts prove to either
be true or untrue. She kept saying in her mind, what
happened? She looked out the window and into the night.
She decided to open it.
Carrie never really opened the window that much, since she
and her mom moved to the house. They spent nearly twelve
years on the run, they werent fugitives or anything. They
wanted to be alone, to get away from it all. She thought
for a second, did mom really wanted to leave dad because
of all this? She never asked her mother, she tempted to at
least once, but she never gave an answer back. She
wondered what did go on in moms head, did she miss dad,
does she hate him, is she afraid, is she worried? It was
hard for her to remember back then. She then turned off
the computer and went straight to bed.
End Notes:
Next Chapter: Chris is about to face a new insect foe, but this time he might have to save his daughter before it gets to him after.
Author's Notes:
Could anyone here believe that the working title for this story was, "The Stalking Love"? It was originally going to be a story about a short fat guy who shrinks to a micro size, because he is in love with a popular girl in his class. Someone here could take this idea now. No need to use it.
Carrie went straight to bed at 11:00 P.M., nothing ever
interesting was on that late on a Tuesday night, except
some drama movies. Chris just laid on his back inside his
daughters shoe. He kept inhaling of what was the stench
of his daughters foot. She was a size six-and-a-half, as
he looked at the tag of the tongue of her shoe. He spent
the remainder time looking at his daughter, he realize
until now how big her buttocks was. Her nose is like the
slope, of his wife, and her skin as light as his use to
be, and her eyes as blue as the sky over him times more.
She truly was his daughter. He gave those thoughts a
meaning like a poem he use to tell her every night before
he started to shrink, he remembered back at the time, he
always love to tell his young Carrie stories of his own
youth. She couldnt wait for the future.
Today is the past, the future is today. And today they
live in the present. A present he didnt want a part of
it. Time sure did go fast, and twelve years have felt like
twelve months to him.
He sat there, until he got up and decided to look at his
daughter though the shade of the gem of the moonlight.
Lucky for him, she didnt close the closet door. He gazed
upon the marvel beauty as she slept and dreamed and dreamt
of her own little paradise. He wanted to just get up there
and just be there with her. But he didnt. He didnt want
to risk of getting exposed, he felt naked inside despite
having the rags he wore, and the dirty soles of his feet.
Just then there was a buzzing noise.
It was a rather irritating noise as it got closer and
closer, he felt a draft come in as he stared at the open
window that his daughter left open. A hideous flying
looking monster has trespass into his world again. It was
a mosquito. The blood thirsty, animal of all, the creature
was described by him as the beast form of a vampire. It
managed to come straight into the window, as it buzzed
around until it saw its sight. The beast was looking at
its beauty. It was going after Carrie.
Back away, leave her alone. I yelled.
The creature didnt care all it wanted was to feed. Chris
had to think fast, he had to fight again. He looked around
the room to see if there were any available weapons he can
use. He needed a pin or anything similar to it. Lucky
enough he discovered a somewhat close to a pin, but it was
broken in two and with it some string. These were perfect
he said in his mind. As he began to tie up the pins in his
back and get ready to fast the beast. He now had to get up
to his daughter bed, and fight off the creature.
It took him at least five minutes but he made it, but at
the same time he was too late. The creature finally landed
and was more than ready to suck the blood out of his
daughter. Chris began to sprint again as he yelled, NO!
YOU SIX LEGGED BASTARD! LEAVE HER ALONE, KILL ME IF YOU
WISH! He then threw one of the broken pins in his back,
as it then miraculously broke the mosquitos legs off. The
creature looked directly at him. It was more then ready to
fight him now. It began to fly, and the buzz sound was
coming in all directions. Chris was in position as he
holds the other pin in his right hand. He had to kill the
beast and ensure the safety of Carrie. It was the least
thing he could do for her. The creature knocked him over,
as he landed head first on his daughters left arm.
The creature flew away, it was feeling the tense of fear
that he felt back then. He called out to it as he stood
up, COME BACK HERE, YOU DEVIL! COME HERE AND FACE ME! YOU
SCARED BITCH! The creature flew out the window. For the
time being his daughter was now safe.
Coming face to face with a mosquito was the first for him,
but he hopes it wouldnt be the last. He knows that the
instinct of the creature was angry itself, and that it
would be back for vengeance and would come back to finish
the job. He had to be ready by then. He knows that for the
time, he and his daughter wouldnt be safe until he kills
the damned creature. They were both fighting for the girl
now. Only one of them had to die, and it would be soon
until a final confrontation can commence. Chris would be
waiting the next night.
End Notes:
Next Chapter: Chris discovers the open diary of his daughter, he reads on and on of the years of her wonders about him
Author's Notes:
I rushed to typed up the story... So enjoy.
The following morning, Chris woke up to the sound of the yawn of his beautiful
daughter. That just gave him enough time to get out of her shoe, of which he
stayed for the remainder of the last six and a half hours after the encounter with
the mosquito. He got up and started to walk out of the closet. But just then, the
moment that he was about to go under her bed. Carrie’s foot came crashing down
next to him. Chris then fell back, as he feared for the moment that his daughter
was going to crush him underfoot. The struck of luck saved him once again, but he
didn’t get up until Carrie left room. When Chris did got back up he looked down at
the heavy print that his daughter just left behind on the carpet. Her foot was so big
at his size. He wanted to compare it as he laid and looked down at his foot. The
looks of it just dropped his bomb again. She was incredibly big, he kept saying
again. But after the pause moment, Chris quickly hurried to get under the bed as
he heard Carrie’s approaching footsteps return. Last night, was a real challenge
again for him. That mosquito he fought was way different than any of the other
creatures he faced, of course it was as fast as the bee, but it had something else in
mind, it was thirsty and hungry like him. It also seemed to have obsession as he
looked upon and felt the sense the creature had, somewhat similar to when he face
the spider long ago in the abandoned cellar. He knew that the next night or possibly
the night after, it might come back to get Carrie again. He had to be ready for that
danger again. But then he remembered that it was back outside and it got in
through the open window. Yes, he thought if Carrie doesn’t close the window before
nightfall, he be willing to close the window himself. It was a risk he had to take to
protect himself and his daughter. He knew that the creature wouldn’t stop until it
had it’s blood and gets it’s blood. He would have think of a plan soon. Carrie was
dressing up for school again, she was dressed up in a black and tight t-shirt, and
faded blue jeans, and wore the NIKE shoes that her father was sleeping in the night
before. In his mind, Chris was saying, “I’m glad I got out of there,” as he stared at
his daughter. Carrie was writing in her diary, her words and thoughts were all that
mattered. Chris just wonders what she is writing. He remembered back then he had
a diary that he written back then, but he stopped right after he was eighteen. He
was now more than curious of what she is writing. “Should I go up there and take a
look?” he said to himself. After about an hour or so, Carrie got her bag and books
and headed right out the door of her bedroom to the front door and was off to
school. Chris was once again in solitude. He really wants nothing but his baby girl to
find him now. Spending years alone was the pain he felt that tore up what was left
of him as human and it got worst as it turned into fear when he found that although
alone, he was not alone. He had enemies. But those enemies were all killed, except
for the mosquito. He made a vow to himself that he would kill the mosquito before
revealing himself to Carrie. It was all a new standard of a test to prove if his is a
true spirit of the human soul. Chris then discovered that his daughter left her diary
opened, this was it the perfect opportunity to see her life through his eyes. Lucky for
him again, the drawer has this desk had this design when on each corner there was
a ladder like leg on each leg of the desk for him to climb. It took him about two
minutes but he finally reached the top. He carefully walked over two pencils and a
fancy looking girly pen before stopping to look at the notebook before him. It was
massively big. He then takes a look at the page, as he then carefully walks down
and reads on…
Dear Diary, it’s been almost twelve years… Throughout those twelve years and on…, I
always wondered who my father was and what he was like. The memories I do have are
only back then in my childhood. I was only 5 years old at the time when it all began…My
mother told me a long time ago that he was getting sick and it was for the best for me to
stay away. I couldn’t understand why at time? Things back then started to get weird for me
when I was around my daddy. He was getting smaller everyday, most of the time back
then he would stay at home. Just learning that the News couldn’t get enough of him
angered him and my mother. We then moved out into the country for a while, by then I
remember that my dad was reaching my height. During the time being, my mother hired a
babysitter to look out for me while she was at work. I couldn’t remember at the time where
dad went, but I felt he was somewhere around the house. It would be less than a couple of
weeks after his disappearance. Since then, I always thought that daddy just ran away back
then. I knew that he did it for himself, but still he could have at least said goodbye.
Throughout my entire life, I wondered if he was okay, if he somewhere close, or even if he
remembered mom and I. I keep praying to this day that one day I’ll see him again. The
only thing I keep that reminds of him is this string and needle that I found stuck in my
shoe, the day we left our house. I knew that it belonged to my daddy and that somewhere
he may think the same thing I always wondered, where are you?
End Notes:
Next Chapter: Chris is debating over what should he do now... Meanwhile, Carrie is at school.
Author's Notes:
Don't worry Chapter Seven is on the way... any more ideas you think should happen? I'm all ears...
It was about twelve oclock and Carrie was eating with
some friends at the table in the cafeteria.
So Carrie, how you been, said Liz.
Oh, I been fine, Carrie responded back.
Well would you want to come with us on Saturday to the
movies?
You should come. I mean it seems like the last couple of
days you were like dead, said Cathy.
Well, Ill think about it. I sort am doing something
important.
What is it, Carrie? said Liz.
You two wouldnt be interested.
Try us, said Cathy.
No, its okay
Its sort of personal.
Oh, alright, said Liz.
The remainder of the time, Carrie just sat there and ate
her lunch until the bell rang. She then went straight to
class only to daydream of what her father could look like.
She thought that maybe she looked more like him, with
obtaining his eyes and ears, as they were different from
her mothers cornflower hair. Her hair was brown. She just
imagined
all that day.
Chris was crying
Chris read on in Carries diary, all those years he felt
like he wasted away his life now, it was worst than any
apparent death. Survival was no longer a gift for him, it
was a curse. He realizes how much his daughter was hurt
throughout all these years. They were even more painful
than what any parent would do to their child. As Chris
read on, he realize how many things he missed throughout
the twelve years of his solitude while his daughter was
utterly disappointed that he wasnt around. He was never
there for any of her birthdays, he was never their for
Christmas, he was never their to feat on Thanksgiving, he
was never their to witness her acting in the schools
play, he was never their to pick her up after school in
her first day in Middle or even High school, he was never
their to drop her off to the dances she went, he was never
their when her grandma (his mother) died, and he was never
their to even say I love you before going to bed. He
looked back, throughout those years he struggled.
He then started to yell as he got up
Why did you do this to me God? WHY? Why couldnt you make
some lowlife this
THIS JOKE SIZE!? YOU NO DAMN WELL, I
DIDNT DESERVE THIS DAMN IT! WHY COUNLDNT GIVE THIS
, as
he was pulling on his toga, TO SOMEBODY WHO DID WRONG
WITH THEIR LIFE? WHY? WHY? OH CARRIE
CARRIE
IM SO
SORRY!
Chris felt a feeling he never thought to feel again, the
feeling of what he felt once before. He felt weak, puny,
insecure, and absurd. His paradise was completely
shattered like a mirror that broke into pieces. At this
moment he wanted nothing more but to kill himself. But
something keeps stopping him to do so. To him it was
utterly easy now, all he had to do was jump off the drawer
and thats it. So what if Carrie find his little dead
corpse, it was already worst that he couldnt be there to
see her. Shes a big girl, she doesnt need me he said.
But still, his mind or what he believes his conscious said
was, dont do it, your job is not done yet.
He didnt know what it meant, but he believed that God was
now whispering to his mind. What does this mean to him?
End Notes:
Next Chapter: Carrie returns home, but that's not all who's back... Chris gets ready for tonight.
Author's Notes:
Hehehehehehehehe, story just doesn't seem to end does it? I present to you now Chapter Seven. Chapter Eight is just a step away.
Within his subconscious mind, he was having a conversation with his
so-called spiritual guardian.
“Why are you here, I mean is there any point anymore for
even I to exist?”
“There is… Your existence matter to what you really are,
it’s your law, not mine. But at the same time, you have to
believe that you can live in this type of world now.”
“And what world is that? A world where I am nothing but an
insect to the normals? It doesn’t matter to me anymore. My
daughter is gone, she don’t need me anymore than I need
her. And you know, I know it, and even he up there know
it. So just spare me the words, and let me finish off my
soul or what’s left of it.”
“That’s where you’re wrong. Do you even know why you
decide to hop on your daughter yesterday?”
“I just wanted to start a new life again.”
“That is the whole point; you chose to spare yourself
another day to live in a new world now. You believe that
you’re existence may still be worthy, but now you must set
yourself on a new test.”
“What test is that?”
“You’ll know soon enough.”
He was at a twitch moment, another test sent by God he
thought. What else is more to do? He knows that later on
to night that the enemy will return it was a feeling he
hoped he maybe be wrong about.
About two hours later, Carrie returned home. Chris was
hiding under her bed as she sat down on her bed and was on
her cell phone. Chris was just staring at the right heel
of her left shoe, since he was apparently was about more
than a couple of inches away from it. He was getting a
strange feeling just staring straight at his daughter’s
shoe. He looked amaze at first wanting to touch it, as she
moved her foot around in a circle movement. Of course, he
managed to snap out of it just for the moment.
He would have to stay here until nightfall just to wait
for the enemy returned. So far, the sun set around seven,
and he just observed Carrie. What she was doing and
reacting. It was his only amuse for entertainment. Chris
enjoyed watching his lovely goddess daughter. It was the
only mean left of him to why he was still around. She has
and is his blood and nothing precious to him more than to
try and protect her blood from the encountering menace,
who seeks to feed off and make her sick the next day. He
wouldn’t allow that to happen. No way in hell.
By the time she went to bed, Chris was more than ready
now. He had found a set of pins, another thread, and small
pebbles that he can use to attack the beast. He knew it
would be coming again for the straight fact that once
again, Carrie left the window open again increasing the
status possibility for the creature to return, and that
the creature had the instinct to have it’s retribution it
would first go after him now, before it gets to Carrie.
Chris was already up on the bed, as he marveled on the
features of his daughter’s face. It was shimmering against
the glitter of the night air. She truly was beautiful.
“Don’t worry, baby. Daddy’s gonna get rid of the bug for
you.”
Just then a buzzing noise was starting to come by as it
grew louder and louder. Chris then took a squint look from
the window. It was back again. But then as the creature
enter, something unexpected. Chris started to hear some
moans from Carrie, before he heard her say something he
thought he wouldn’t hear again. It got him all shocked, as
she said it out in a faint, but still hearable whisper…
“Daddy?”
End Notes:
Chapter Eight: Chris is more than ready to face the dreaded mosquito. But as they battle, Carrie begins to hear some noises. A rather squeaky noise.
Author's Notes:
Well here you go guys... numero ocho...LOL Get ready for 9, it's my favorite hope you guys enjoy the development so far.
Its time, he said without hesitation.
The beast entered the window once again, just from the
glimpse of it Chris knew that the creature was angry about
yesterdays interference and more hungrier than ever. It
would do what it takes just to suck out some of the pretty
girls blood which he predicted. The buzz was getting
louder, as the now four legged beast came closer. Chris
thought it was a miracle yesterday when he pierced out the
two legs out of the creature. This time he hopes to take
out all of its legs, its wings, and its nose, that way the
creature could no longer feast.
COME HERE YOU BLOOD SUCKING BITCH, IM WAITING ON YOU!
He said.
The creature for a second was just floating in mid-air as
it just stared at Chris eye to eye.
THATS RIGHT COME TO ME. YOU ARE NOT TOUCHING HER
NO
GODDAMN WAY! YOULL HAVE TO KILL ME BEFORE GETTING TO
HER!
The creature then all of a sudden was at him like a bull,
they were both flying around now, but Chris was merely
falling after being struck. He landed on the edge of the
mattress, but the mosquito didnt stop there. It landed a
crippled landing, but now it was using its nose to try to
push off Chris at the edge. Chris though got up and took
out his needle attached with a pebble at the end started
to hit the creature.
YOU BASTARD, YOU GOD DAMN BASTARD! He said with a loud
cry. I WONT LET YOU TOUCH HER! JUST DIE! He was
resuming to his savage form. The form of what he felt when
he battled to spider a long time ago. He never thought to
be this angry with a bug before. When he was normal size,
it was a pest but at his size it was threat to everyone.
It was his own mind playing with him. But he never thought
of that for an instant. He just wanted the mosquito to
die, and be at peace with his daughter.
The struggle went on, until the mosquito beast got the
upper hand by being on top of Chris. The creature then
began to bruise Chris with its nose, and finally punctured
his skin. Chris screamed in pain, as the bug now left a
big scar on his left chest and right arm. He had to grab
the small pin he had on his back, it was the only way. He
had to stab it in the eyes that way he could blind it. But
the creature just tried to stab Chris, as it was now
trying to drain out Chriss blood.
Chris got a chance now, as he started to beat the creature
with his own two fists. The creature was stunned for the
moment, this was it Chris thought. He took out his pin and
another one from tied to his leg and charged at the
creature. He simply stabbed the pupils of the bug blinding
it. The creature then started to fly off, but Chris
wouldnt allow it as he grabbed the leg and started to tug
it down to the bed. By then he was more than ready to
finish it off now, the mosquito just from the looks of it,
look to be cowering over Chris now. He has completely
dominance over this poor pathetic creature of once prove
to be threat to only him as he admits, he would no that if
Carrie awoken she would kill it at an instance, but for
him it was another enemy that had to die. He spoke in
regret to the near dead creature
Im sorry for this. But this will only end in a second.
He then jabbed the pin on its thin body, the pin manage to
go through it as some blood leaked out. It was finally
dead; his latest enemy was no more. He was done.
End Notes:
Next Chapter: Chris is badly hurt and is believe to only have a few minutes to live, he then climbs to Carrie's pillow and just sees how much he loves her
Author's Notes:
This here is my favorite chapter... Enjoy.
He walked along the path of the bed that night. His
daughter was still asleep with her beauty in the light,
she would now sleep peacefully. But he wouldnt careless.
He was glad that he killed it. The creature was dead, and
thats what mattered he thought. But something wasnt
quite right for himself. He felt sick now, as he then
started to fall but stop at his knees. He looked at his
chest, he was bleeding. He realizes and remembered that
the mosquito scratched him in his chest and arm, and so as
he felt the wound he didnt realize how deep it was. His
victory was tainting now, as he believe he would die now.
He was losing some blood fast and need to wrap himself if
he was going to stay alive. But he felt so woozy now, his
head at a daze. His heart started to beat differently. He
was beginning to fall apart just from the looks of it.
No, he said. I have to stay conscious.
He couldnt pass out now, he would die instantly. He then
stared on his left side, his daughter was right there. If
he were to die at least he could tell her that he did love
her at least. He didnt want her to think for the rest of
her life that her father didnt love her, and plus he
wanted to tell her that in case he did die that his death
wasnt vain.
He was holding his chest, to make sure the bleeding would
stop for the moment, he was going climb up Carries pillow
and tell her everything that happened so far in his life
as well as tell her how sorry he was not being there for
her for all these years.
Chris took a step up on the pillow followed by another
step, blood was dripping from his chest down on the
mattress and on the pillow as he walked closer to the face
of his beautiful shimmering daughter. Her beautiful blue
eyes lay hidden and close under her bright lids. He felt a
warm breeze coming from her nose as he too breathe in, he
carefully touched her lips, of which were three times as
big as him. He didnt want to say anything yet.
Chris just sat there looking at his daughter while holding
his wound. It would be best for him to at least just look
of who he created nearly eighteen years ago. He was
reminded through that time that after his wife gave birth;
in the very first seven months he very much took care of
Carrie after coming home from work. He remembered holding
her, feeding her her bottle, tucking her in her small
crib, rocking her to sleep. No other parent could have
done a better job than he did.
He also remembered the time when it got so late his wife
was sick at the time, and they were out of milk as Carrie
cried, that he rushed out around three in the morning to
go out to a twenty-four hour store just to buy milk. He
didnt sleep well afterwards, or even went to work the
next day. But he was sure damn well happy to do what he
just did. He would sacrifice his own self to make sure his
daughter is safe and he just so and that a few minutes
ago.
He just looked at her the whole time for about two hours
or so after telling her in her sleep what happened to him
through these years and how much he was sorry for not
being there all these years. He didnt want to stop
looking at his precious use to be little girl.
Shes my daughter. My little , he paused for a moment.
He knew that she wasnt little to him anymore or is even
now. He thought that was rather foolish to say so, but
then on the other hand he didnt care to say so. He just
said it without hesitation.
Shes my little girl.
He then started to sob a little bit, he wished now she
would just wake up, pick him up and hold him and never let
go, but it wouldnt happen as he thought he was going to
die now. He just let the wound continue bleeding until he
finally did pass out next to Carrie on her pillow, his
thought to be final words to her he said in a tone that he
hope she would hear him.
Farewell, Carrie. Daddy will always love you.
End Notes:
Next Chapter: Is Chris really dead?
Author's Notes:
The answer of the question in the last chapter note is here. LOL, wow 10 already.
He was back in his mind, as his consciousness started to
fade. He knew for sure that he would be dead in an instant
or at any moment later. He just couldnt bear the pain as
the cut was bleeding. He then heard of a whisper coming
from a light that was as bright than any light he ever
saw. For a second he thought he was going blind, but he
didnt. Instead he felt the feeling of his enlightenment;
he wasnt scared anymore, no more fear. He thought at long
last that he had his moment that he was waiting for. It
was all a good feeling. The daze he was getting was gone
afterwards. His body wasnt in pain anymore. His scar was
gone too. He felt pleased of himself, at the moment as
well.
He didnt know what was going on at the second, but then
another sensation was getting to him that he had lost a
long time ago, it was innocence. Of course this innocence
was rather different; he knew that it was Carries.
He then started to talk blankly to nothing
Whats going on? Where am I? Why am I feeling the way I
feel?
Of course he didnt get any answer. It was obvious that
for him to get all these answers he had to be dead
But
thats when it hit him, he wasnt dead. If he was dead he
would get all the knowledge he ever desired. But then if
wasnt dead, where the hell was he exactly? He just looked
around as the light around him began to spread all over,
which revealed that he was everywhere within the light. He
then saw something he didnt expect to see
He saw people coming to him, but they werent giants.
These were people, his size unless he was normal too.
Through the horizon of people he finally sees who he
wanted to see the most
Carrie.
He started to sprint as the people around him, just backed
up. He was unsure why these people would let him through,
but then again he wasnt sure where the hell he was
He
just felt very happy now. It was all a daydream he
thought, but why did it felt so real. He finally reached
up to place his hand on his daughters shoulder but
something happened.
The moment he placed his hand on her shoulder, it just
went right through. Afterwards she disappeared; along with
the people surrounding them disappeared. What in Gods
name is going on? He thought, if he werent dead? Was he
hallucinating?
Where the hell am I?
A solemn silence occurred as he was along once again, but
then a voice was spoken from behind him.
This is known as the solitude mind.
Chris looked behind to see a man right there behind him.
Wait what is this? he asked.
This is known as the solitude mind. This is where we all
go, people like you and me.
Who are you then?
Im a person like you, who shrunken too from the other
world.
Are we dead then?
No, its more like a sample to what heaven would be for
us?
Is there anyway out of here then?
Oh there is, but the question remains
if you wish to go
back to the other world.
I do, but
why are you here? I mean who are you exactly?
My name does not matter for the moment. I myself was like
you, lost in the real world too, but found a purpose to be
here.
I dont really understand.
Think of it this way, this here all around you is just
within your mind as well. But at the same time it isnt,
its beyond any place that no man dares to go. In this
world all but your desires and imaginations does come to
life.
This is nuts, this got to be a dream. For all I know you
could just be a figment of my imagination.
If thats what you actually want to hear then ,
No its not. I just want to get back. Please tell me how
I really dont believe that I died as well.
Oh youll get back I assure you, but tell me
who is your
greatest desire?
What do you mean?
For you to go back, what is your purpose to do so? It has
to be both truth and selfless. You can only return back if
its what you think you should do for that purpose only.
My purpose
?
It was too obvious for him to believe so as he said it
Carrie.
Is it truly?
Yes, I want to be with my daughter
Just once I want her
to believe that Im alive and I want to spend the
remainder of my life with her.
The man gave him a nod as he then pushed Chris back as he
began to fall to a tilt; Chris then gave a final wave to
him as a thank you. Chris had awakened to find himself
looking straight up at a huge blue eye. He was back.
End Notes:
Next Chapter: Carrie has a little surprise in her bed.
Author's Notes:
Here's 11! 12 is on the way...
10 Minutes ago.
While Chris was unbelievably unconscious, Carrie awoken
from her sleep only to find of what look like to be a
bleeding creature next to her. She screamed frightfully.
As she got of her bed and backed away while staring at the
near dead creature. She looked down on the ground as she
saw another dead creature falling with her blankets. She
identified the creature, it was a mosquito.
She didnt think for a second, but was rather in shock to
find insects around her bed.
Carrie then ran to the bathroom to take a whole sheet of
toilet paper to sweep up the creatures. She was at first
going to vomit, but tried to hold it in instead. She then
got back to the bedroom, as she swoop the dead mosquito
and rushed to flush of whats left of it down the toilet.
She returned back to the bedroom to dispose of the other
creature in her pillow that was bleeding.
Ew, this is so gross
Why do these things happen to me?
she said looking to blame someone.
She just stared at the creature for a second. It was an
odd creature she thought, to her it looked more like a
doll, a very realistic doll like it was human. It was all
hairy, the hair to be the same colors as her, its skin
looks a bit like hers. She then thought what the hell
might as well see. She carefully scooped up the creature
doll in her tissue and then placed it on her desk. It was
bleeding, like blood of a human she thought and very
curiously.
Carrie then walked to the living room to look for a
magnifying glass.
Theres got to be one here somewhere.
About some minutes or so she finally found one and went
back to her room to look at the mysterious looking doll or
whatever.
She was looking through the glass, as she inspected the
near dead creature.
Odd to think that this doll looks so real, she said in her
mind as she inspected it a little more. But something
occurred to her, something very strange. Why did she have
the feeling that she seen this doll before? It was like
this doll knew her too.
She looked at the blood, Very creepy looking blood, it
feels so real.
But then something made her jump, the doll itself was
moving and getting up. Carrie cowardly moved back thinking
the doll was possessed, she wouldnt know for a second if
she needed to call an exorcist.
But then she returned to her post to look at the now
living doll, it was moving and it opened its eyes. Eyes
that are the same color as hers, as she then stared eye to
eye at the living doll.
What the hell is it? She said in her mind. It would be a
matter of time until all the answers would get through to
both of them.
End Notes:
Next Chapter: It's been a long twelve years, but finally... Carrie meets her half an inch tall father. What shall she do next?
Author's Notes:
Woah, short chapter right here... Next one will be long, since it will be flashback.
A new journey was beginning again. Chris was looking eye
to eye to a big blue eye, until he recognizes the eye. It
was Carrie; Chris looked at awe at his goddess daughter
now. He was so happy that she finally got a chance to see
him after all these years. He had a big smile and began to
wave as he then said
Last time I saw you, you were more little than giant.
He knew it was a lame joke. But Carrie herself was in
shock, but of course she barely heard what her shrunken
father said. She knew that the moment that he moved that
it was her father, it was instinct.
She couldnt hear what he exactly said, something about
seeing and little. She then started to speak, letting out
a wind that soon blew Chris down.
DADDY?
Chris was in critical pain as the voice of his daughter
nearly deafens him as well as blew him over. He fell down
and landed on his ass, as he held his ears together. He
then started to yell up.
Not so loud princess. Youre hurting Daddys ears.
Carrie didnt think for a second, but she knew that the
moment she talked she basically hurt her dad. She didnt
mean to, its just that its been since she seen him. She
was a bit happy, sad, and angry at the same time. She
wanted to know where the hell was he after all these
years. Did he forget about her, but then why would he be
here now. The questions in her mind just kept popping up
like internet pop-ups; there was no end to her questions.
She needed the answers now, more than ever. She spoke,
this time softly like a whisper
Why did you come back? Where have you been?
Chris was puzzled, why would Carrie be asking these types
of questions to him. For him, he thought it was obvious.
But of course twelve years does give you a lot of to think
about where a certain person been, if they werent dead.
He was at one point not going to answer. But had to, she
had the right to know what happened. Plus it was obvious
that she barely remembered what happened, she was at the
time a misguided five year old girl, she didnt know what
really happened, or what she really did to him. He spoke
back to her.
Its a long story. But do you even remember what happened
twelve years ago?
She replied like an innocent child, No. Please daddy. Why
were your gone for so long?
He began to tell her.
End Notes:
Next Chapter: Chris explained to Carrie what she did to him twelve years ago when she was just a 5 year old, that got him trapped in the basement in their old house.
Author's Notes:
Sorry for the delay, don't worry though. 14 is coming along, but now it's your turn on what should happen by the outcome of 15. So any ideas what should happen next, fill me in and I'll piece up the ideas to the NEXT chapter after. Oh yeah just to let you guys know, this here is a flashback chapter, with the present set on 14.
It was twelve years ago, at a near late evening back then.
Chris was at the dollhouse resting for another easy night.
Of course during that time, he didnt care much about his
position. He was now at the height of three and a half
inches tall. He was considered ludicrous to the world, a
freak of shame, of who didnt deserve the title to be
called a man. He was alone as well. During the last
couple weeks, he became more of a monster to his wife and
child. An angry small tyrant, Chris believed to be.
He stared at the items that were in his possession, they
were items for his size. What he had are a piece of wool
thread thats like a rope, and a built knife from a bent
nail. There were times he thought maybe if he did just end
his pathetic life right here, it would all be over. He
couldnt take his life any step further; back then his
family was suffering financial problems due to his wife
failure at finding a permanent or good job, and the lust
that he wanted for sexual attention. The addition also was
that little five year old Carrie was being disobedient to
her three and a half inch father now. She would carry him
and play with him like a real doll that she just loved.
It drove him off the edge. He believes in order for them
to be free, he had to be free. But he never had the chance
to do so, thinking of a better hope for tomorrow.
Thats when it happened all over again.
Carrie was back in the living room after playing outside,
her mother was in bed. She stared at the dollhouse of
where her dad lived. She thought it would be a good idea
to play with him all over again so she walked to the
dollhouse and then finally opened up.
Chris was lying in the doll sized couch until a hand
manifested him. He couldnt break the grip especially at
this size. He knew it was Carrie.
Carrie
Put daddy down. Youre hurting me.
No, Im not. I want to play with you doll daddy. She
said defensively and very innocent.
Stop it Carrie! Put me down young lady! Im warning you.
It was no use; all of her respect to her father has
evaporated. Carrie didnt know at the time what was going
on. She only thought what a small child would think and
take advantage of it. At this moment, she began on
brushing Chriss hair by using a brush that was twice as
big as him. Carrie repeated to brush her dad, but not on
his hair, she was unaware that she was bruising Chris on
his head and chest as well.
Stop it! Carrie stop! Youre hurting me!
A few strokes after, the bruises were turning puffy to the
point they turned into wounds. Chris was bleeding and
itchy from that dirty brush now. Carrie was unaware of
what she just did for a second, but the minute she saw
Chris was bleeding she thought of a good idea, that was
good for him though he wouldnt like it any other way
possible.
Ill get you a band-aid.
Carrie once again held her father tightly on her left palm
and then brought him to the kitchen. She remembered that
the first-aid kit was above the microwave on a shelf, so
she pulled out a chair and climbed on since the shelf for
her was really high.
Chris at first, thought it was odd that she needed a boost
for her to climb, when Chris needed a lot of boost to get
where he needed. But of course the excuse for her is that
she was just a little girl, standing about three foot
five. Still, for him he had no excuse, what so ever to be
the size of a doll he should be helping her instead.
Picking her up not the other way around he thought, it
didnt make sense.
Carrie grabbed what she wanted and was focused on her doll
sized daddy.
This will fix you up.
She laid two bandages on him, to the point that it wrapped
up his body. She didnt even bother on taking off his
clothes when she did this. His mouth was now muffled over,
and his legs trapped on the two bandages.
Mmmfff
mmmfff
.. hummffff
Chris figured it was no use, he was under the control of
his five year old daughter. He just couldnt figure out
why isnt she aware of what she was doing to him. Her help
meant more harm, for him especially.
It would soon get worst after. A few hours after, Carrie
quickly removed the bandages out of Chris who was even
more pain than before. There were now marks and scars from
both the brush and band-aids. He couldnt think what to do
at the moment.
Sometime around that evening, Chris hid himself to the
backdoor of that lead to the basement. Carrie would be
looking for him since he escaped while she held him tight
while she napped on the couch. A lot of thoughts were
revolving to the point he thought about just jumping off
the stairs and just plunge to his death at the hard cement
floor of the basement. It would be a short fall, and maybe
painless than trying to stick himself with the handcraft
knife he had. He would rather have death than to face the
real world again. It was all too sudden now, it was now a
choice he rather do than have, and would later regret as
he made his final decision of which he never wanted. The
door accidentally blew open.
End Notes:
Next Chapter: Carrie is on a line, she basically don't know what to do now. She found her father but what is there to do to protect him.
Author's Notes:
15 at the moment is being re-written over, so it'll probably be up in a day or so...
Im sorry daddy. I really am. I had no idea what I done
to affect you or what you see made you do. But I seriously
didnt mean to do what I did, I mean. I wanted to help you
real badly.
Carrie had tears in her eyes, they were all dripping down
her cheeks and hitting on the desk next to Chris. She
regretted for what she did to her father that long ago.
Hey
hey, its okay sweetie. I know you didnt mean it.
But that was a long time ago, and well you were so young
back then. I mean not like if I was saying your old.
Youre young and beautiful. I made you. I love you.
Carrie manage a smile, she was starting to get a little
happy. She just loved that her father was able to forgive
her.
Chris for the last few hours rambled on and on of what
happened during his life the last twelve years. He told
her how he managed to survive, what he ate, and insects
and pest he had to kill, along with the scars and bruises
he showed her in shock.
Poor daddy
, poor whittle daddy. I should clean your
wounds up.
Carrie returned to the kitchen and picked up a first-aid
kit before returning back to her room. She placed some
ointment on a q-tip as she rubbed her fathers wound on
his chest.
There you go, she said without hesitation. The wound is
beginning to heal now. But later, I really think you need
a bath.
Ive been bathing in nothing but puddles and drops of
waters for twelve years. Ive been waiting everyday until
I would use a real shower.
And youll have one. Dont worry daddy, Ill make sure
you wont drown. Ill watch you.
Umm, but Carrie I really dont need you to watch me like
that. Im youre father and well its weird.
Nonsense, I dont mind. Plus I dont want you to get into
any trouble once youre in the tub.
Tub? I thought I was going to take a shower in the sink.
No, no. I wont allow that. Youre human too, and you
deserve to take a shower like the rest of us. No questions
asked.
Chris felt another utter change now in his life, his
daughter seemed to reverse the role of what he should do
to her, but then he remembered his position as it is, plus
twelve years have changed a lot out of her. It was
forgiving fact that he really does need his daughter more
than ever now. He was no longer his little girl he
remembered her by or what she looked, she was technically
a woman by now. It would be years after until Chris sees
the future that beholds him.
Alright. Ill take a bath in the tub, then.
Carrie utterly smiled as she said, Great.
What would happen by the night was a new step as Chris
began to see his daughter and figure out what type of girl
she is and what shes been like.
End Notes:
Next Chapter: Chris is being bathed by Carrie, he begins having utter weird feelings both right and wrong when she cleans him.
Author's Notes:
Right here is the most disturbing chapter yet... Like literally. View discretion is somewhat advise, I think?
Bathing wasnt necessarily his thing anymore, Chris bathe
anywhere as long as water. He knew for the fact he smelled
real badly, from the rags he wore, the bloody guts from
the creatures he killed, and even his own skin and hair
were all near filthy black. Just looking up to his
daughter, made him unworthy for himself to be called her
father.
Carrie just went into the bathroom, and carefully let her
father simmer in the near warm water for his size and
placed a huge soap bar next to him. It was okay for her to
see her father naked, since she could barely see his
genitals at that size. She utterly laughed a bit, but not
much for him to hear her mockery. Carrie just missed her
daddy, and now hes back. She wanted nothing more, but to
protect him from his world that was now hers.
Oh, dont forget your ears daddy.
Chris just gave nod for agreement.
Chris just didnt like Carrie there watching him, he felt
more insecure more than ever with his daughter watching
him in the tub like he was a baby or something. But at the
same time, he did like it in a way. She was practically
this beautiful woman that was all curious, it was a weird
feeling but he forgot about it in an instant. It was
utterly pathetic for him, just for her to say that. A man
was a man, he always thought. But now hes an insect-man.
A creature of whom size of a bug, has to be protected
over.
After he was done, Carrie placed a towel for him to dry
off on. He was officially clean for the first time in his
life, he felt very good of himself. Soon right after,
Carried showered too. Chris was just sitting on her books
next to her purse in the desk. He just laughed a bit
looking at the big purse next to him.
Shes definitely my little girl still.
Chris looked around the desk and saw some things that
sparked his interest.
A magazine with a blonde woman on the front, in a bikini,
a photo of his daughter with two other girls he dont
know, one being a black-haired probably Asian, and the
second girl perfect tanned skin and chestnut colored hair.
And lastly he saw the diary that he remembered peering
down at. He wanted to read it again just to see if there
was anything interesting to read about.
Chris manage to open up the book again, though it took him
about fifteen minutes to do so compared to his
half-an-hour when he opened it the first time. The moment
he was starting to flip the pages to the latest one, he
heard a loud yell
DADDY, NO!
It was Carrie, now all ready for bed. She hurried down and
quickly shut her diary while her daddy fell down on his
ass, as the wind from the closed diary threw him a bit
around.
DADDY, JUST WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING?
That was the first time he now heard his daughter cursed
out.
Hey dont you use that tone at me young lady.
Im not five years old anymore daddy. Why were you trying
to read my diary?
I just wanted to.
Daddy, please dont read my diary.
Im sorry.
Carrie managed to get rid of her heat as she then cooled
down.
Its okay. Oh, did I hurt you?
No, Im fine. Im fine princess.
Come on, lets go to bed.
Carrie placed her hand down as Chris hopped on, she placed
him next to her on the pillow and then set aside her hair
so he can wrap himself around it.
There you go daddy, its real warm.
She said it in a giggle again.
Thanks honey.
Good night then. I love you daddy.
Carrie was able to drift to sleep so easy, but not Chris.
Chris was very much awake. He just turned his head and
just looked at Carrie.
Jesus Christ, what the hell am I doing?
Chris began to have some weird thoughts just now, they
were back urging him to look at his daughter and
go to
her. He didnt know what he was thinking until he looked
down from Carries face, to her slender neck and then
stared at the twin hills. He was staring at his daughters
breasts. Something kept telling him it was alright, he
created her, she was hiss, and he could do whatever he
wants to her. Chris didnt know what to say to his
thoughts now. He just laid there then sat up and lay down
again. He kept doing for the next couple of minutes and
than right after, he practically inhaled the long brown
hair of his daughter that she gave him as a blanket.
Oh, Carrie.
He loved nothing more than the smell of his daughters
hair. But he then pushed it that aside in disgust. He
didnt know what the hell was going on with him now, he
felt like crying but he didnt want Carrie awake. He just
lay down again and just looked at Carrie. His thoughts
finally came to piece as he finally put the puzzle
altogether: she was massively big, massively beautiful,
and massively
sexy. She was his daughter.
End Notes:
Next Chapter: Chris can't decide what to do... Carrie is his daughter, but could that mean he can cross the line?
Author's Notes:
I know it's been a long while since I did this story... But now, I'm back. And hopefully you'll enjoy this new chapter. I never usually get around on finishing some stories, but hopefully I'll get this one done soon. But any way enjoy. And sorry for the delay.
It was near one o’clock in the morning, and Chris was still up. Temptation was at
hand for him, calling him his best friend in terms to do what he should do. How
could he ever just look at his daughter like this? He asked himself. It was naturally
disgusting in instinct for him, though another side of his own conscious kept having
a second opinion.Chris stared at the massive beauty of his daughter. Nearly
eighteen years ago, a single sperm from his- created what he beholds on today,
something beautiful that grew to the extent of existence both physical and natural
form. It was now driving him insane off the balance now. He had to go through with
it, it was like a disease and what he sees is the cure for all. Chris carefully tiptoed
down the pillow and walked aside his daughter’s sleeping body, the freshness scent
from her just made Chris tilted his body a bit. He then began climbing his way up
to those twin hills that he dubbed. He was heading up to her breasts. Lucky for him
though, the blanket was pushed down to her thighs, giving him a better purpose
Chris to feel her soft breasts through her p.j. shirt.He carefully caressed the left
breast, breathing in the massive form and then finally kissing it very tenderly.This
is so wrong…, he said to himself. What kind of monster am I for doing this? He just
kept moaning on and on as he then abruptly started to make love to his own
daughter. After about fifteen minutes or so he then went to the second breast and
did the same thing he did to the other. It’s been nearly twenty years since he ever
made love to someone. But to make out with his daughter, was violating every
common sense he once believed in. How could ever do this, especially to his own
daughter that he dearly loves? But then that was the point. He was more in love
with his daughter. He was more in love with her than he has ever been. But was the
clear reason to why, was because of his shrunken state as he viewed her as a
goddess to be checked out? There was no reason at all that he should be doing
this. His mind itself was becoming sicker than his body ever did. It was like his
body had some sort of mind controlling drug that was being used to control his
every move now, with his mind agreeing to do so.He felt sick to stomach at this
rate, for thinking of this. He decided to lie down next to Carrie’s stomach hoping
that maybe in the morning his sickness in his mind will clear up.
End Notes:
Chapter Seventeen: Chris wakes up to find himself at the most unusual place, but did Carrie had something to do with it.
Chapter Seventeen by Vord
Author's Notes:
What chapter 17 already? Hehehehe, maybe I'll get it done as soon as I predicted.
Chris woke up as the morning sun shined bright upon his face. He couldn’t really
see, but he surely believes that Carrie is staring right in front of him. Only the
expression on her face was more embarrassed and angry. He didn’t know why, but
for some reason he believed something wasn’t right. Afterwards he began to roll
his eyes out to get a better clear view on what he actually sensed. All around him,
there were bars. Steel bars. He looked around, in utter disbelief as he went around
in circles until he finally figured that he was trapped in a cage. He was scared, but
realize that Carrie was still staring at him.“Carrie, where the hell am I?, he asked
in a frightful tone.“Just what the hell were you doing to me last night
daddy?”“What?”“I can’t believe you did that to me,” she said, as her eyes changed
from spiteful anger to a broken heart tears. “Why? Why did you do that?”Chris
couldn’t believe his ears, he hadn’t realize that she too was up at night when he
touched her.“I…”“NO! I don’t even want to talk to you at this rate, I HATE YOU! I
HATE YOU!” She said as she then walked out of the room and started to cry in the
bathroom. Chris couldn’t imagine for a second what was happening now. He didn’t
even understand himself anymore. Carrie was his daughter, not some erotic
balloon puppet that he can have sexual intercourse every now and then. It was
that reason last night, why he lost control. He wanted to kill himself, real badly. Get
the painful feeling away. But he couldn’t anyway. The cage around him, though
elevated to what believe to be as high as a 50 foot floor, was enclosed around just
like the window crate that trapped him in the basement. Chris finally just did what
any other human, as so he believes he is, can do that’s left with all hope is lost.
He began to cry. Hearing his daughter’s agony, only pained as much as he began
to cry in his pathetic life.Was there any way to redeem himself at all, he
questioned himself?Carrie returned to the room later, after a few minutes. Only
she grabbed a handful of clothes and went in to the bathroom to shower. Chris still
heard her cry even with the drench water hitting her body and going down the drain.
If only he can drown himself and go down the drain. Only once that this opportunity
did happened before, when trapped in the basement. But now, he couldn’t even
think of a way to die. He hurt more himself and Carrie. He couldn’t even go one
living for the fact that last night’s incident has left a scar to the both of them. He
was now scared half to death, thinking what Carrie could do to him, especially since
she could leave him on the floor and step on him, like any annoying, disgusting
pest. He kept muttering that name to himself now.Afterwards, Carrie finished
showering, got dressed, and returned back to the room. She hardly gave Chris a
fixed on stare as she best prepared herself for school. Chris kept trying to say
something to her, but Carrie kept ignoring him. There was no need to talk to
someone, if they don’t want to listen. He remained at his post, and kept crying to
himself now. There was no point anymore. He was to remain Carrie’s unforgiving
pet father for life. He hopes that maybe someday, she’ll give him another chance.
With less than a few minutes, Carrie left to school, while Chris remained at his post
in the cage. There was nothing to do now, except sleep and hopefully sleep the big
sleep. He wondered what Carrie was thinking about him now, or what would she do
to him.
End Notes:
Chapter Eighteen: Carrie returns, and Chris doesn't know his fate anymore.
Author's Notes:
Well... it seems to me I got some new ideas for my characters now, what awaits them in the next couple of chapters, just tune in. I feel like a radio host from the 1940s for some reason now.
It was dark in his mind again. What to do? It asked. Chris was in limbo once
again, the vary place that he was in the night he almost died because of the
mosquito.“I failed her.” He said, in a whisper. “I lost her forever, I’d rather die in
this dwell on this moment than take up my next un-pleasure of fate.”
“You really want to?” said a familiar voice.
“Wait, you… Where are you?”
“Here and around…, but the question is to who you are really?"
“Why the hell do you keep playing games with me? Do you know it’s rude to not
give the instance to stand still?!”
“I wouldn’t know what you talking about, if I were human. But I was, and clearly
speaking I am everywhere now. I have become one with the world once again.”
“You said to me, that Carrie was my desire to go back. But look what the hell I’ve
done to her.”
“As I recall it, it was you who did the true claim. Never question the blame on
anyone, but for your own action.”
“Then tell me why the hell am I trapped in a goddamn cage?”
“It’s because of what you did to her. You acted as a violation to what you truly
wanted to give her.”
“I couldn’t help it, okay… Nearly twenty years, I haven’t been with a woman what
would you have done if you were in my position.”
“I did.”There was a sudden pause, though the echo the entity man’s
voice was still ringing in Chris’s ears.“What?”
“You wouldn’t think the reason, why you came here again is because you wanted to
act upon suicide, correct?”
“It’s all I could think about after this morning. But did you just answer a
question?”
“I haven’t answered a question that wasn’t heard of yet.”
“Okay, my question is that... are you trapped here, because you have morally
violated the last instinct of
your human rights?”
“My sexual arousal, indeed yes, for this reason I have banished myself all
eternally here in the solitude mind. But it then became much of my helpful fate
that if I were to remain here, it would be indeed clear a view of its home
name.”“Solitude, you mean.”
“I can’t allow anyone else to be here otherwise the name sake would have no
meaning. The entity of what remained of my human mind has then became part of
this world, which is the reason why I do have the power to plunge people who too
have shrunken into this world.”
“All this time, you we’re trying to help me so I wouldn’t be stuck here.”“You have
another chance, afterwards there’s no turning back. Fail to see beyond any reason,
and you’ll be banished here with my place taken to you.”
“But can you please tell me, how I can fix everything? I mean, there has to be way
I can reach to her again.”
“You’ll have the answer, once you have awake. I promise.”A gust of wind has then
begun to blow as Chris felt his legs shiver.
“You must go back now; I hope to see you again with in the next life time or
some… Farewell Chris Schultz.”
Chris woke all of a
sudden. “I’m back.”He looked around to see that he was still in the cage, but now
the time has changed. It was evening, the lights of Carrie’s bedroom were all one,
and who was lying down on her stomach at her bed, was Carrie with her face on the
pillow. He can tell that she was still crying. It was time to get his daughter back
once and for all.
End Notes:
Next Chapter: Chris begins to feel this strange feeling he once felt, and will Carrie give her father that second chance.
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