This choice: Something is moving in there, the goop slowly changing back into a person! • Go Back...Chapter #11Reforming Amanda. by: Gimlet   This is just nuts. She has to be here somewhere!
You go through the kitchen, down to the basement, living room. Could she have gone out to a friends house? At least one is in walking distance that you know of.
Shaking your head you ponder what to do.
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Amanda groans. She feels very... off... and tight, incredibly tight. It's like she's crouched in a very small bag or something. However when she tries to move around in here, things... slosh. It's very unnerving and she has difficulty feeling much, or what she feels makes no sense. Her memory is a little fuzzy too. She remembers the packing accident at work, the explosion of whatever was inside that box, the mess going all over her. Even rinsing off at the sink didn't get it all off, and she reluctantly headed home. After that... things get a little blurry. She vaguely remembers almost having an accident, going through a red light, but she does remember parking in the driveway. So... she's home, right?
This doesn't feel like home. And it's bouncing and jerking around too. What is going on?
Slowly, she feels a little better. As she tries to focus on her extremities things seem to come back into focus, but it's tricky. Concentrating hard she tries to just feel everything, and with an odd squishy sensation things seem to ooze back to her.
And she finds her self naked, in a fetal position, knees either side of her head, pinched in a very tight squishy sack that's jostling around. Almost feels like someone is carrying her, with the typical bouncing gait of walking.
She tries to talk, but finds she can't get her mouth clear... Her eyes go wide. She can't breath. SHE CAN'T... abruptly she's panicking, thrashing around, before realizing this has been like this for quite a while. Slowly she recovers, her body slowing it's movements, her still unable to breath, but somehow that doesn't matter any more. Except without air she can't really say much. The bag is pressed to her face and there is little air in here anyway, her all squeezed together like this. In fact the bag against her face feels odd, soft, and squishy. Almost like flesh? That's ridiculous. Can't be.
That's when she notices the bouncing movement has stopped. What, did the person carrying her notice her thrashing around? Was that a grunt sound? Odd. She pulls, trying to get her head back from between her knees, to get some space in front of her mouth. She manages it and takes a huge breath of... fetid air. Ungh. Still, better than no air.
"Oh thank god. Where the hell am I?"
"A... Amanda?" Comes the very muffled, but familiar voice around her.
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