Lincoln Loud was just relaxing in his room when everything suddenly went black. The next thing Lincoln knew, he was lying unconscious until he began to wake up. Slowly opening his eyes, Lincoln regained consciousness as he tried to pull himself together.
"Ugh, what happened?" Lincoln's vision quickly cleared up enough for him to notice he was no longer in his room. "Huh? Hey, where am I?"
As he got up, Lincoln looked around and noticed something strange about his new surroundings. From what he could see, there was a dresser, a vanity, and even a potted plant in the room, confirming that Lincoln was in someone's bedroom. However, the more he looked around the room, the more he felt like something wasn't normal.
"What's going on here?" Lincoln questioned anxiously. "How did I get in a place like this? And..."
Lincoln started walking until he planted his foot into the ground, surprised by how soft and bouncy it felt. "...and why does it feel like I'm on a bouncy castle?"
Taking a deep breath, Lincoln tried to relax and wrap his head around what was going on. It wasn't easy, though, as nothing seemed to make sense.
"Okay. I don't know where I am and I have no idea how I even got here," he said, compiling the facts. "It's no big deal. I just need to figure out where I am and - AHHHH!"
In the middle of his thought process, Lincoln didn't look where he was going and fell over the edge of the plain he stood on. He fell into a vertical drop only to slide down something soft that helped to cushion his fall until he landed on a hardwood floor.
"Ow!" Lincoln groaned. Fortunately, he managed to land without any severe injuries. "Well, at least I'm okay. I guess."
He then stood up and looked back at where he fell from, which made his situation even more unbelievable. "What the? Is that a bed?!"
To his shock, Lincoln realized he just fell off the side of a giant bed, which looked as tall as an apartment complex to him. Now that he wasn't on the bed anymore, Lincoln finally found out why all of the furniture looked so weird. It was because it was all gigantic.
"Wait a minute. If that's a bed, that means..." Staring in disbelief, Lincoln looked around the floor and saw everything more clearly from his new perspective.
The furniture looked massive to him. In addition, some mundane objects on the floor looked huge as well. On one side was a white platform shoe that looked as big as his family's van, on the other was a giant tube of lipstick, and there were even some hair curlers scattered across the floor that were twice as tall as he currently was. It was then that Lincoln realized what happened.
"I don't believe it. I-I-I SHRUNK!" Lincoln shouted.
The reality slammed him in the face like a wrecking ball. Somehow, the white-haired brother of the Loud family had been shrunken to no bigger than two inches in height.
"I can't believe this. I'm tiny! This must be Lisa's doing, it has to be." Lincoln assumed infuriatingly.
Lincoln had plenty of reason to believe his diminished size was due to an invention of his genius little sister, but right now, he had bigger things to worry about. As he looked around the room, Lincoln soon recognized it as the bedroom of someone he knew.
"Wait a minute. I know this room, it's-!"
*RUMBLE!*
That was when the floor shook with a pounding force that threw Lincoln on his back. The shrunken Loud boy sat up trying to process what just happened.
"WHOA! Was that an earthquake?!" That was what Lincoln thought until everything started to click.
"Oh no! If I'm this small, normal people must be gigantic!" Lincoln exclaimed as he stood back up.
*STOMP!* *STOMP!* *STOMP!* *STOMP!*
The shaking continued and Lincoln instantly knew what it was. He stood his ground paralyzed with fear as the trembling grew stronger and more frequent, vibrating the floor with one powerful shockwave after another.
"Uh oh! Somebody's coming!" he panicked, realizing that the "earthquakes" were the footsteps of a normal-sized person approaching the room. "I've got to hide before they see me like this."
Unfortunately, it was already too late for him to even look for a hiding place once he looked toward the door and saw the knob turning. Lincoln gulped anxiously as the person who owned the bedroom he was currently shrunken in was about to enter it, and he had only one guess of who it was.
"Oh boy. Please don't let me be right about this." Lincoln hopelessly begged whatever deity who was listening, hoping for his sake that his suspicions were wrong. "Please, please, please don't let it be her! Please don't be...!" But unfortunately, he was right.
"CARLOTA CASAGRANDE!" he screamed.
Just as Lincoln feared, the bedroom door opened to reveal none other than Ronnie Anne's teenage cousin, Carlota Casagrande. And from Lincoln's current perspective, she towered miles above him as she stepped into the room closing the door behind her.
"Are you kidding, Mia? You should totally wear that outfit to the mall. The boys will go crazy for you." Carlota said on her phone, making Lincoln cover his tiny ears from the high volume of her booming voice.
"Oh, man. I had to be shrunken in her bedroom! It just had to be here!" Lincoln complained. His situation looked pretty bad right now, but if he wanted to make it out alive, he knew what he had to do.
"I've got to get Carlota's attention. It's my only hope." With that, Lincoln started running toward the gigantic, Spanish teen.
"HEY! CARLOTA! DOWN HERE! IT'S ME, LINCOLN! HELP!!!" Lincoln screamed and waved his arms as he got closer to Carlota, but alas, she was too distracted by her phone to even acknowledge his minuscule form.
"CARLOTA! CARLOTAAAAA!!! HEY! LOOK DOWN HERE!" He stopped a few feet away from the giant fashionista, screaming and jumping as much as he could until...
*STOMP!*
"Whoa!" Lincoln's fruitless cries for help ceased as he collapsed from another tremor from Carlota's massive footfalls.
Lincoln lifted his head and gasped in terror as he saw Carlota walking straight towards him. He tried to move out of the way, but all the shaking from her footsteps wouldn't give him a chance to get up. By the time he stood back up, there was no way for him to move in time as Carlota's right foot was already on top of him.
His eyes widened in fear as Carlota lifted her white platform shoe over the shrunken boy. Lincoln was so terrified that he couldn't move from that spot as he was slowly eclipsed by the large shadow of Carlota's massive foot.
"CARLOTA, NOOOO! DON'T SQUISH ME!" Lincoln screamed in vain. All he could do was stand there waiting for Carlota to crush him under her foot like the bug that he is.
*STOMP!*
With the sound of one more crashing stomp ringing in his ears, Lincoln shut his eyes thinking his time was up. However, once he opened his eyes again, he saw where Carlota's foot had landed. By a great miracle, Carlota actually missed Lincoln and stepped right in front of him, the force from the impact blasting him in the face as it shook every fiber of his being.
He couldn't believe how lucky he was to be alive. Lincoln stood motionless in front of the gigantic platform boot, flabbergasted by the fact that it landed only a millimeter short of squashing him into a pancake.
Lincoln was rendered speechless as he stared agape at Carlota's towering form, backing away from her gargantuan foot as he looked up at her and saw just how gigantic and intimidating her body looked from his new point of view.
Carlota just stood in the middle of her room talking on her phone, completely oblivious to how close she came to stepping on her cousin's best friend. Now that Lincoln had a chance to observe Carlota at his new size, he couldn't begin to fathom how much of a difference his reduced stature made.
"Wow. Carlota looks...amazing from down here." Lincoln observed.
His eyes sparkled with astonishment while his cheeks blushed amorously as he took in every part of the towering teen. As he gazed up at her, Lincoln became infatuated by Carlota's long, thick, muscular legs as well as her thick, round hips. The more he looked at her, the more Carlota looked like a beautiful goddess. It was almost enough to make him feel like he liked being tiny compared to her.
But his entranced state ended once he realized he could also see up Carlota's dress and averted his gaze as he snapped out of it. "Whoa! That was close. Wouldn't want Carlota to know I saw that."
"Okay. No more sightseeing. Time to get her attention, somehow." Lincoln tried to think of a way to get Carlota to notice him since it was clear he was too small for her to spot him on the floor.
His only choice now was to climb back onto the bed so he could be on higher ground. "Well, when in Rome."
The shrunken boy quickly ran back towards Carlota's bed while she was preoccupied. Fortunately, it didn't take him too long to climb her blanket and get back on top of the bed. As he sat on the bed, Lincoln saw Carlota walking toward him and took his chance to get her attention.
"CARLOTA! LOOK! DOWN HERE!" Shouting once again, Lincoln waited for the right moment as Carlota stood in front of her bed, covering him in her large shadow.
At that moment, Lincoln's hopes were dashed once Carlota turned around. "Aw, come on!" he ranted.
Lincoln quickly ran out of the way as Carlota sat on her bed, bouncing him on it with the impact of her large, round bottom. His only option now was to get her attention directly before anything else could go wrong.
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