I yawn and stretch as I slowly wake up, but keep my eyes closed for a few minutes. As I lie there, I roll onto my left side and I suddenly become aware that something doesn't feel quite right. My mattress feels softer than normal, more like my pillow actually. I slowly open my eyes, and after a few seconds I suddenly realise that it ISmy pillow. I prop myself up on my left elbow and look around. To my horror, I find that somehow, the entire world has gotten bigger. Then I realise that I've gotten it the wrong way around. The isn't bigger, I'm smaller. I don't know how this happened, but I appear to have shrunken to just two inches tall. I immediately get scared and jump to my feet, looking up and down, and at my enormous bed. I then turn around to look at my bedroom and am shocked to see my mom standing right next to my bed. She's wearing a dark blue t-shirt and jeans and is smiling as she looks down at me, with her hands on her hips.
"Good morning, sleepyhead". She says softly.
"Mom". I reply in a panic. "Help me. I've shrunk. I don't know how it happened, but I've shrunk".
"I can see that". My mom says. "And I have to say, you look quite cute that small".
"CUTE"? I ask in disbelief. "How did I get like this? How do I get back to normal? I can't stay like this".
Mom waves her hand dismissively. "Oh, don't worry about that. It's not important. I'm afraid you have bigger problems now".
"What"? I ask, suddenly feeling nervous. "What do you mean"?
"Well you didn't just shrink by accident". She says with a shrug of her shoulders. "We did it. You're dad and I shrank you".
I stare up at her in disbelief for a few seconds, before I manage to find my voice. "You? How? Why"?
"Well, y'see, I, your dad and Tasha, are Gods. Earth bound Gods. We were born and raised right here on Earth. You were supposed to be a God too, but unfortunately, you haven't transformed into one. You have no powers. It happens. Unfortunately for you, there are rules for this sort of thing. Gods are not allowed to have human offspring once they reach eighteen. So, we either have to make you our slave, give you to another God or Goddess...or eat you. My husband and daughter and I took a vote. They voted to make you our slave. I voted to make you into a stew. My husband and I did that to your brother, he was delicious".
I couldn't help but notice that she said husband and daughter, rather than dad and sister. I also notice that she mentioned a brother, which is odd because I don't have a brother. When I point that out, mom leans down and smiles.
"That's because when he turned eighteen, and didn't become a God, we killed him, cut him into little pieces, made him into a stew, and ate him. We're Gods, immortal beings. We're older than we look. Your brother was born nineteen years before you. And believe me, there is nothing I would love more than to send you the way of your brother. Humans are so much more tasty than pork, or beef. But I was outvoted, so you get to be our slave instead".
"What...what does that mean"? I ask, as I'm overcome by a deep sense of fear.
Mom smiles and slowly licks her lips. "It means that we do whatever we want with you, and there's nothing you can do about it. You can try to run away now if you like. We made you immortal and pretty much indestructible when we shrank you, so jumping off the bed won't hurt you. Go on, try it".
It goes against all logic to believe that I could survive a drop from such a great height. Then again, it goes against logic to be just two inches tall. Despite my fears, I decide to take the chance, because I really don't want to find out what the alternative is. I take a deep breathe and then jump off my bed. After about three or four seconds of freefall, I hit the floor hard and fall to my knees. To my complete surprise, I'm completely uninjured. I feel the impact, but there's no pain. I feel a little dizzy, but I manage to get my feet and start running toward the door, which is slightly ajar. It's a futile attempt though, because being only two inches tall, my sprint is no match for my mom's walk. I hear her chuckle as she watches me start running, then I hear the thunderous sound of her walking behind me, as well as feel the vibration through my bedroom floor. Long before I reach the door, my mom has caught up and snatched me off the floor in her left hand. Holding me in her palm at waist height, she gives me an grin as she looks down at me, and then closes her fingers around me, plunging me into darkness. I initially think about trying to escape, but I quickly realise that it's pointless. I'm two inches tall and even if I could break free of mom's grasp, I'm still trapped inside a house with my mom, dad and sister, who are still their normal height.
I can hear mom's footsteps as she carries out of my bedroom and down the stairs. The fear I was already feeling is growing steadily by the minute. I can't believe this is happening to me. Moreover, I can't believe that my own parents have done this to me. And as I think about it, I start to wonder what else they have planned for me. A couple of minutes later, I find myself falling through the air, and scream in terror, before landing hard on the kitchen table. I slowly get to my feet and see my dad sat at the table with a bowl of cereal in front of him. Like mom, he now seems like a giant, and he smiles evilly as he looks at me. Knowing that I can't be hurt, I think about jumping off the table and trying to find a way out of the house. I then remember that I didn't get very far when I jumped off my bed and tried to get out of my bedroom. And this time, I'd have two giant parent's after me.
"He's finally awake". Dad says softly. "Did you tell him about his new life"?
"I told him". Mom replies. "But he doesn't fully understand what that means yet".
"It means that you do as you're told, and I, my wife and our daughter do what we want with you".
"Dad, please". I say, but he slams his left hand down hard on the table just inches away from me. I jump to my left as I cry out in fear.
"I'm not your dad". He says as an expression of disgust appears on his face. "I don't have a son, only a daughter. I'm your owner, your master. And you, are our slave. Do you understand"?
I stare up at my giant dad, and because I'm too scared to do anything else, I slowly nod my head".
An angry expression appears on his face as he leans down toward me. He stops when his face is about eight inches away from me. My instinct is to run, but I'm so terrified that I can't move. All I can I do is stare up at him.
"Yes, master". He says through gritted teeth. "I understand. I am your slave, and my only purpose from now on, is to serve you and my two mistresses".
I try to speak, but all I can do is stare up at him, trembling with terror. After a few seconds, I feel his hot breath as he lets an exasperated sigh. He then sits back up and the evil smiles returns as he looks at my mom.
"Y'know honey. I think our new slave needs to learn a lesson in obedience. And respect". He says ominously.
Mom giggles and then replies. "I agree darling. What should we do with him"?
"I know exactly how to teach him". Dad says.
He quickly reaches down and grabs my legs between his left thumb and forefinger. I cry out in fear again as he pulls me sideways. His grip is sufficiently loose that I fall to my left and bang my head on the table as he lifts me up into the air. I find myself dangling upside down, looking at him smiling at me. Then I start to panic as he slowly licks his lips and:
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