This choice: Before Scott's able to do anything, other people enter the locker room. • Go Back...Chapter #10Locked In by: badguy   Scott moaned as he laid in agony on the pool water-slicked floor before he felt another quake. In the distance he could make out the silhouettes of another group of giants lumbering their way into the locker room and immediately tried to clear the area. He struggled to stand and each of their footsteps would cause him to wobble and fall over. Eventually giving up, he instead switched to laying prone and tried to crawl to relative safety beneath one of the locker room benches.
WHAM
A sneaker from one of the soccer moms above landed right beside the shrunken boy with a clap of thunder. He could hear their booming conversation above as the women around were changing, he was disoriented and couldn't fully tell what was going on but there was at least a small group of women in the room now all gabbing about, drowning out his cries for help. Turning to the side, Scott watched the woman closest to him wrenching her socked foot from the tight sneaker and knew he had to get to safety to avoid another round underfoot when a flip flop fell from the sky next to him with a loud slap. Another lady had sat by just above him and was applying sun tan lotion to her foot crossed over her knee miles above.
Scott started limping around the huge vacant footwear when the woman's foot glided from above and slide right in bowling him over. He was kicked from around the bench to back near the lockers in the open, whatever progress he made undone. The group of women that had come in were coming around the benches and heading for the exit to the pool.
Scott threw up his hands and yelled for help but it was useless, they just weren't looking down. Panicking, he turned over and put his hands over his head in some vain hope of protection as the stampede of giant feet came over him. Some in sandals, some bare, they pounded all around and above him, their loud banter and laughter nearly deafening the poor boy. Finally the flat sole of a black flip flop smashed into him dead on, forcing his face into the tiled floor and everything went dark with a sick crunch.
* * *
When Scott came to there was a fierce ringing in his ears and his vision was incredibly blurry. His body felt like it was completely covered in pins and needles to the point where everything burned. Despite his best efforts he couldn't move anything but his eyes which darted around the empty locker room in a panic.
"Am I dead...?" he thought somberly.
As his vision cleared he could tell he was laying on his back and was very much alive. But his body was no longer responding to commands. The only thing he found he could move were his eyes. He started to panic. Did the woman who stepped on him break his back or something?!
He had no time to contemplate his new predicament when the forms of his mother and Karen came stomping back in. He struggled to move, to say anything but he couldn't. Only tears came flowing out as he began to realize he was not only shrunken down, but now also trapped in his own body for the time being.
"Oh hey that toy is still here, score!" Karen remarked. She reached down and picked it up by its arm, watching it dangle.
"You're still going on about that thing?" Cathy laughed.
"It kind of looks like Scott," Karen said holding it close to her face. "They even put a little... uh... tallywhacker on the thing" she said, flicking the unmoving toy's genitals.
"Karen, come on," Cathy said a faux stern manner, "why would I want to hear about that?"
"I'm just saying! Hey I didn't make the damn thing!"
After the two women changed Karen snatched up the toy and stuffed it into her pocket, neither of them realizing the grave nature of Scott's predicament.
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