Control Yourself!

Chapter 4
Chapter 4

Control Yourself! Chapter 4

by Ungulate

John reached out and gently placed his hand on Kim’s face, tears in his eyes. The two lovers looked into one another’s eyes with longing, as they realized that things would never be the same again. They wept silently, saying goodbye with their eyes. Kim seemed to possess every inch of her former maturity as she sat there, gazing at the man she had married. She still felt his eternal love for her radiating in the small bathroom. For a while, the fact that she had changed was forgotten. Then she farted. John chuckled while Kim blushed, a smile appearing on her face.

“Well, I guess...” She stopped and swallowed, trying to clear the bubble in her throat. “I guess…” she stopped and swallowed again; the bubble was still there. Then it dawned on her… her voice had changed!

“God, I sound like a chipmunk!” She exclaimed. They both erupted in laughter. The whole scene was absolutely ridiculous!

“Hey, let’s get you out of those wet clothes, and into a hot bath.” Said John, turning on the water in the tub. Kim blushed again, looking down at her “cool” jeans. They wouldn’t fit her properly now, she realized with a sigh. John bent down and peeled them off of her legs. She felt a twinge of panic looking at her legs. They were skinny and smooth, and her socks had fallen down around her now-tiny ankles. John sensed her discomfort and placed a reassuring hand on her knee, looking into her eyes as if to say “it’s ok.” She farted and started defecating unexpectedly and uncontrollably, making her tense up a little. Jim looked away as though nothing had happened, grabbing the clothes and heading out the door.

“I’ll bring you a tea, sweetheart…” He said, closing the door. She wiped herself and sat there, watching the water run out of the tap in the bathtub. She didn’t want to move, or look at herself. She closed her eyes and wished it all away, as the permanence of her situation occurred to her.

“No, not fourteen” she whispered ever so quietly, he shoulders slumping. Just two minutes ago she had been a hip teen prancing around the house! The tub was filling. She would have to do it. She would have to lift off her shirt and see what was underneath. She already knew what she would find, based on her lack of breasts, but she still appreciated the security of the fashionable tank top that covered her childish frame. If she never moved, or took it off, nobody would be able to tell, would they? She could just sit on the can for the rest of her life pretending that she was still a cool 17 year old. She finally gained the courage and stood up, lifting the shirt over her head. She unsnapped her now useless bra and let it fall to the floor.

“Oh well, here goes…” she said, turning towards the mirror to face her destiny. It wasn’t what she expected at all. She expected to see that her body had been altered, but found that it was the opposite feeling: it felt like she hadn’t changed at all. It was HER again, just like she was at 14. Her whole life since that point seemed like some sort of weird dream. She pushed her really long hair over her shoulders to look at her flat chest. There were still breasts there, but they were only starting to appear. She had been a late bloomer, and at 14, still looked like an oversized 12 year old. She remembered her girlfriends teasing her as they shot upwards and outwards, most of them passing her in the eight grade.

“Ohhhhh!!” She whined, stomping her feet, clenching her fists and screwing her face up with frustration and anguish. Why had she been so stupid? Her life had been fine… why did she have to use that dumb machine? She turned the water off and got into the tub. The water was almost up to her nipples. She looked down at her pubic area, which looked completely bare through the rippling water. Putting her hand on her vagina, she felt how soft the wispy bits of blonde hair were. John brought a tray in with a teapot, honey, and a candle on it. She smiled up at him with admiration. He was so wonderful!

“I’ll just leave you alone for a while… you call me if you need anything, ok?” He said, setting the tray down on the floor next to the tub. He stroked the side of her head a few times and left.

Kim hadn’t really thought of it before, but baths were boring! She made her tea, put the honey in, took a sip, and then sat there for a second before realizing that she wanted to get out and do something else. She reached over and grabbed a magazine. Flipping through it, she glanced at the pictures. She stopped for a second, focusing on a car ad in which a woman sat on the hood of a Pontiac. She looked so smart and professional, with her suit and tasteful haircut. That was the kind of hair she needed now… a short and professional look, just to give her a slightly older appearance. Her own hair was much too plain, and it got in the way all the time. She needed a fresh start.

She jumped out of the tub and pulled the bathroom drawer open, digging for the scissors she used to trim her dead ends. Finding them, she started cutting away the incredible wavy blonde hair that almost hung to her knees. She struggled, cutting it slightly uneven at shoulder height. She looked at the floor. What a huge pile of hair! She fluffed up her new hairdo and posed in front of the mirror. It didn’t look exactly the same as the model’s for some reason. She tried a few more poses, trying to look as old as possible. She just looked like a girl now! She thought about her decision for a second, and immediately changed her mind; she looked much more mature with the long hair. She looked at the hair on the floor… no going back now! She tried to make her hair look a little longer by pulling it down. The reflection in the mirror just kept screaming “girl, girl, girl!” She covered her mouth with her hands, her eyes wide as she realized how impulsive and foolish she had been. It would take years… no, decades to grow that hair back! She buried her head in her hands and wimpered. John knocked at the door.

“Are you ok in there?” He opened the door and looked at her, and then the hair on the floor.

“Kim? You cut your hair??” he said, surprised.

“John, why am I so stupid?” she cried, turning around and wrapping her arms around his chest for comfort. John stroked her head, looking at the hair on the floor. He saw the picture of the model in the magazine Kim had abandoned, and put the two together: Kim was trying to make herself look older! He realized that he was no longer dealing with the mind of a 31 year old as he tried to settle her down.

“Decided to get rid of the little girl look huh? I was going to suggest a haircut tomorrow, but it looks like you beat me to it!” he said strategically.

“Huh?” She said, looking up at him “What do you mean?”

“Oh, it’s nothing, it’s just that your long hair made you look even younger, that’s all. Now you look 14, maybe even 15.” He said, calmly lying. He guessed that she looked about 12 or 13 now - the short haircut just completed Kim’s journey to childhood. No need to tell her that.

“Really?” she said, cheering up. She looked back at the mirror. Yes, he was right, she did look a little older, didn’t she? Why, she could still be a cool teenager after all!

John watched her childish reaction with dismay, losing a bit of respect for her.

“Hey, let’s go to bed Kim, it’s late.” said John. He gathered up the 3 foot long clumps of hair as Kim headed for the bedroom. It was symbolic, this latest development. He decided that he would keep the hair forever, as a reminder of his wife’s former stature. He went downstairs to turn out all the lights and lock the doors. When he came back upstairs, Kim was sitting on the bed, wearing a t-shirt, staring blankly at the reflection of her little body in the vanity mirror.

“John, I’m scared… What if I get even younger? I don’t want to be little again! There has to be a cure for this!” She said, looking to him for support.

“Maybe Tom will come up with something,” he said, sitting beside her and putting his arms on her shoulders “but let’s get you to bed, ok? You’re just torturing yourself staring in that mirror.” He pulled back the covers and invited her to jump in.

“I don’t know, I’m not tired right now John. Maybe I’ll go and watch TV for a while.” She told him. John looked at her. He knew he would eventually have to put his foot down and establish some “ground rules” for Kim’s new life, but perhaps tonight wasn’t the best night. He certainly didn’t want to get her upset again.

“Ok, but don’t wake me up when you come back in.” He said, rolling over.

Kim grabbed a blanket to curl up in, and headed for the couch. There wasn’t a lot on the tube. She tried to watch a documentary on the History channel, thinking that it was the “mature” selection of viewing material. It was about some English guy named Winston Churchill, and she could only handle its dry tone for about 10 minutes before she flicked the remote. On MTV, some REALLY cute guys were doing a video. They were such cool dancers, and their outfits were incredible. She was mesmerized for the entire video. When a commercial came on, she got up to get some pop, still puzzled at the feeling she had about those boys in the video. There were such good musicians! They had a really cool name too… “N sync.” She was surprised she had never heard of them before. She wondered if they had girlfriends. Maybe she could write them a letter… no… what was she thinking? She was married to John! But John was… well… he just couldn’t dance like those guys. She frowned, confused. She felt love for John, but she didn’t want to be MARRIED to him! Would she have to do stuff with him in bed? Yuck! She grabbed some cushions off the couch and laid them on the carpet in front of the TV. She went back to the kitchen to get some junk food. Rifling through the cupboards, she snatched a big bag of chips, and grabbed the bottle of 7-up in the fridge. Getting back to the TV, she happily arranged everything for a TV junk-out session. This was perfect! She felt so privileged to have the whole house to herself. She watched more MTV, munching on the chips, eyes glued to the tube.

After a while, she was craving a cigarette. For some reason, she nervously looked upstairs… she felt that it was somehow “wrong” to smoke. She shrugged, and went to her coat pocket for the smokes. She didn’t want to go outside, but she figured John would be unhappy with her smoking in the house, so she came up with the perfect solution… she would smoke by the window in the living room! That way, she could still watch the cute boys on MTV while she smoked. She would clean up after, and John would never know.

She stayed up until 1:00 AM watching videos, smoking, and drinking 7-up. She wanted to stay up all night, but her eyes wouldn’t stay open any longer, and she passed out on the cushions on front of the TV.

***

Tom seemed excited when the couple entered his office.

“I think I have discovered a cure for Kim’s problem!” He said enthusiastically. “The technology was right there in front of my nose! The details are very complex, but to put it simply, I can administer the exact opposite dose of the MRA by reversing its flow, thereby increasing Kim’s age! It has been tested successfully on other mammals, and I am ready to try it on her… that is, if she agrees.”

“Of course!” said the 14 year old, jumping out of her chair “Just show me the way!”

When the MRA beam hit her, she knew it was going to work. Immediately she felt her confidence expand and fill the room. Everything started to get smaller, as she grew larger. Her breasts expanded, pushing her shirt forward as she regained her womanhood. She stood there with her hands on her expanding hips, laughing with her deep womanly voice. She was soon standing there, wearing the same suit as the woman in the magazine, smiling widely.

“I’m sorry I said you should go back to high school, Mrs. Travis” Tom said nervously, looking intimidated by Kim’s powerful new body. She looked smugly down at the man who was now a bit shorter than her.

The door of the laboratory burst open as N sync came in, dancing to the music that filled the room. John was with them, dancing! He had joined N sync, and was wearing the same cool clothes as the other guys! They were all singing to her, and winking. This was so cool! She and John would be happy forever, traveling around the world and meeting other rock stars…

***

“Kim… Kim!” John was shaking her shoulder. She was dimly aware that the TV was still on. Had she fallen asleep?

“What a sleepy head!” came Chelsea’s voice from somewhere. The blanket was so warm, and the cushions were so soft. Why didn’t they just leave her alone?

“Kim, come on! If you want to sleep some more, you can go upstairs, ok?” John said, shaking her again. She slowly cracked her eyes open and saw Amanda’s socks; her 5 year old daughter stood there looking down at her with a puzzled look on her face. She shifted a bit and noticed that the cushion under her was damp. Had she spilled the bottle of pop last night? Suddenly reality came crashing down. She was still 14! She had passed out in front of the TV! She looked around, and saw chip crumbs on the carpet and her package of cigarettes sitting open beside the saucer she had been using as an ashtray! But the worst part of the whole situation took a few more seconds to set in: she had wet herself while she slept. Her heart starting pounding as her eyes flew open. Oh my god, I peed myself! She thought.

“uh… ok, I’m awake…” she said, wishing they would all go away for a second.

“Ok, then get up Kim, there are a FEW things I would like to talk to you about” said John, sounding quite angry. Kim’s heart thumped loudly - she was in BIG trouble now! She turned around and leaned on one arm, facing her stern-looking husband.

“Like what?” She asked nervously, trying to stall for time.

“Like this place is a mess! Like you’ve been SMOKING in here! Come on, get up…” Said John, reaching down pulling the covers back. Kim threw herself belly down on top of the wet spot, trying to cover it up as the safe, warm blanket abandoned her. Chelsea figured it out right away; the wet spot was much bigger than Kim could cover with her tiny frame.

“SHE PEED THE BED!” She shrieked, pointing at the 14 year old sprawled on the floor “HAHAHAHAHA mom peed the b-e-d! Mom peed the b-e-d!”

“Chelsea, that’s enough!” Said John, turning to the 10 year old. “Go and get ready for school!” Chelsea made a defiant “hmmph” sound at her mother, and left.

Kim was paralyzed and utterly humiliated, lying there on her belly, covering her face with her cupped hands. Her body heaved with a sob, and she began crying into her hands. She was so broken and beaten. John realized that he needed to help her out of this somehow, or she would start regressing soon.

“Kim, don’t! Get control of yourself, come on! I love you honey…” He gripped her shoulders strongly and firmly, hugging her. She was somewhat comforted, and the warm feeling helped her combat the tingling sensation. She counted to ten, breathing calmly and evenly, regaining her composure. She slowed the crying, shaking her head to fight the regression, feeling John’s compassionate arms wrapped around her. He started encouraging her.

“Good girl… that’s it… you can do it, come on!” he whispered. She relaxed into his strong arms, laying her tear-drenched cheek on the cushion. She sighed; the feeling had passed. Amanda was kneeling on the floor beside her, clumsily stroking her hair, trying to comfort her mother.

“Are you ok?” John said softly in her ear. She nodded.

“Kim, I love you very much, but there are some things you just won’t be able to do anymore, ok?” He said, rubbing her back. She nodded again, her eyes closed. She knew what was happening… he was going to take away her adult privileges. It was ok with her. She was partially relieved to have them taken from her, in fact. She just wanted to be a good girl for him… it seemed so simple and natural.

“I don’t want you to smoke anymore, ok? It’s really bad for you, and it makes me worried about you.” She nodded. The cigarettes seemed disgusting now anyway, and her lungs were sore from smoking.

“Here, let’s get you up,” he said. She sat up and breathed a heavy sigh of relief. Amanda was smiling at her, and she smiled back at the adorable little girl. John was sitting crossed legged on the floor.

“We also need to establish a time for you to go to bed…” He figured she could help him with this one… it might allow her to feel a bit more independent. “Do you know how old you are now?”

“14.” She said, lowering her eyes.

“Well, Amanda goes to bed at 7:30, and Chelsea goes to bed at 8:00 - what do YOU think would be a good bedtime for a 14 year old, Kim?” Kim brightened a little, honored that she got to choose her own bedtime.

“I dunno, how about 9:30?” She asked. John smiled.

“9:30 sounds fine with me. Thank you for being so understanding Kim.” Kim beamed with pride. “Now, I have to take the girls to school soon… why don’t you throw the cushion covers in the washing machine and go and have some breakfast, there’s still some scrambled eggs on the stove.”

Once again, Kim was starving for breakfast. After cleaning up and having a quick shower, she ate the eggs with some toast, and had a bowl of cereal. She grabbed a coffee and put three sugars into it.

“Yuck!” she exclaimed as she tasted it. Had coffee always tasted this bad? She decided to have a glass of grape juice instead. When Chelsea came down ready for school, Kim ignored her, still upset with her for making fun of her accident. John followed shortly after the 10 year old.

“Chelsea? I’m waiting…” he said, looking at his daughter.

“I’m sorry for making fun of you mom,” She said with lowered eyes. John had obviously had a talk with her.

“That’s ok Chelse,” Said Kim, bending over slightly to hug her daughter. It was such a strange feeling to be only a head taller than Chelsea. “Everybody makes mistakes.” Chelsea smiled at her mother. She still looked up to Kim, even if she wasn’t as big as she used to be. Maybe they could play when she got home from school!

“Mom, will you play with me when I come back?” She asked, excitedly.

“Of course dear, we’ll play for HOURS!” Kim replied, tickling Chelsea’s ribs. The two girls giggled.

“Ok, let’s move out people! I don’t want to be too late” John announced. “Kim, do you think you could pick them up from school? I have to work a bit later tonight.” Kim nodded. John kissed her on the forehead and headed out the door with the girls in tow.

Kim sat around bored for most of the morning. She thought she would go back to sleep upstairs, but she had way too much energy. Her body felt like it was throbbing with the electricity of youth. She tried to read the novel she had picked up a week ago, but found it impossible to sit through. She turned on the TV and watched videos for a while, hoping that N sync would come on. Every now and then she would suddenly feel so young, sitting there in the bathrobe that was much too big for her, watching TV like a kid. She decided out of sheer boredom that she would go out for a while. There was only one problem: she had nothing to wear. All her clothes were gigantic to her now. Maybe Chelsea had some clothes that were too big for her.

She went up to Chelsea’s room, amazed at how clean the little girl kept it. Every single toy was neatly arranged in the corner, and her bed was perfectly made. Kim looked at her Barbie dolls. She certainly didn’t have much of an eye for fashion… Barbie’s pants did not match her top. Kim decided that she would help Barbie out a little bit. After all, what would Ken say, to see her wearing such mismatched clothes? Once Kim got started, however, she found herself kind of “stuck” there on the floor, dressing and redressing the dolls. She even started pretending that they were saying things to each other.

“Hiya Barbie, you’re sure lookin’ great!” She said with a lowered male voice, bouncing the Ken doll in rhythm. She blushed and looked behind her, afraid that someone might come in and see her… this was absolutely silly! She got up and started rummaging through her daughter’s clothes. She found a pair of pink jogging pants and tried them on. They were a little tight, but they would do. Then it hit her… she could go shopping at the mall! She had the bank card, why not? There was a glich, however: she couldn’t remember the PIN number.

But she didn’t have to remember it, did she? She and John kept all the important numbers in his filing cabinet. She finished getting dressed and rushed downstairs, finding the number easily. Jumping on her bike, she headed off for the mall.

Riding there was a bit more difficult. She felt nervous and clumsy on the bike, having a hard time keeping it going in a straight line. She stayed on the sidewalk, afraid of the cars. The seat was too high now, and her helmet kept sliding around on her head. She also found that she could not make it up hills - she seemed to have lost some strength in her legs, and pushing her bike was the only option in some cases.

Arriving at the mall, she locked her bike and took $400.00 out of the bank. She had only meant to take out $40.00, but she had hit the zero button with a little too much vigor. I’ll just give the change to John, she thought.

She went overboard at the mall. It was like a totally new experience to her, and she kept rationalizing her impulsive spending. I’ll just save $300.00, she thought. The savings dwindled as Kim purchased a whole new wardrobe in funky retro style. She also bought some N’ sync CDs and a portable CD player. Then there were batteries, and lunch, and pie, and a new backpack, and shoes and a haircut (because she had to cut her bangs) and candy and gum and, and, and…

***

Jim explained the events to Tom on the phone.

“Well, she seems to be taking it well. She was acting immature last might, but today she seems to be more herself.” He said.

“Hmmm… I can’t take any time to see her tonight, but why don’t you bring her in tomorrow at 8:00PM?” Said Tom “I want to run some further tests on her.”

“Sure thing doctor.” John replied, marking the appointment in his calendar. He sat for a moment after hanging up, thinking about his wife’s state. These new developments were hard to deal with. He did not want to take away Kim’s responsibilities this morning, but she left him no choice. He felt bad for her. What would he do if she got even younger?

Kim walked briskly to the school. She had been listening to N sync all day, dancing around the house in her new clothes, and she had forgotten about her promise to pick the girls up. Amanda and Chelsea were still at the school, in the playground, when she showed up an hour late.

“Where were you?” Chelsea demanded with her hands on her hips. Tardiness was NOT in her vocabulary, and she always got upset when others were late.

“Oh, sorry Chelse, I just got caught up in something, that’s all.” Said Kim

“Where did you get the clothes? Did you go shopping again? Daddy’s not gonna like that too much!” She commented.

“Oh hush! I needed some clothes that fit me, that’s all” She replied calmly, but inside she felt a bit nervous. She had spent $375.00 at the mall, and she knew John would be quite a bit upset.

“Well, you’re not gonna need them when you shrink into a little baby!” Chelsea sneered in a mocking tone. “You’ll just be wearing DIAPERS! Hahaha”

“Shut up, I am not gonna shrink into a baby, squirt!” Kim retorted.

“B-a-b-y -- b-a-b-y, mom’s gonna be a babyyy” Chelsea sang, skipping. She repeated the rhyme all the way home, while Kim glared at the ground all the way, trying not to let the 10 year old get to her.

John simply asked “How much did you spend?” when he saw the new clothes, shoes, and haircut. He paused for a second when Kim told him, with her head lowered. Did he really need to ruin her night? The spending spree perhaps allowed her a brief moment of dignity in a humiliating situation.

“Ok, but that’s the last shopping you will be doing for a while… where’s your bankcard?” John said firmly. Kim handed over her bank card, and all her credit cards, looking at the Mastercard gold with longing. It seemed like the last vestige of her adulthood was being stripped. She sighed.

Chelsea screamed from upstairs: “SHE WAS IN MY ROOM!” she cried, running down the stairs. “She was playing with my barbies, and she left them ALL OVER the floor!” John cocked an eyebrow at Kim.

“Oh, I’m sorry, I forgot to put them away, I was just LOOKING at them…” Kim said, feeling guilty.

“Kim, you know you can’t go in Chelsea’s room unless you ask her first.” Said Jim in a fatherly tone. “Do you… I mean… uh… want a Barbie?” Jim said, a little embarrassed for her. Kim blushed heavily.

“No! I was just fooling around, that’s all… You’re right, I should know better than to go in her room… I won’t do it again.” She said, looking at the floor.

The family continued on the best it could. Chelsea and Kim fought a lot, and John found himself in the role of mediator more than once. It seemed Chelsea just could not accept and respect her mother anymore. Amanda would always cry when the two girls fought, not understanding what was going on. Chelsea wouldn’t call her “mom” anymore, and John decided that it was “best if everybody just called her Kim anyway.” The summer holidays came, and Tom declared that Kim needed to be in junior high school come September. Kim accepted this fate reluctantly. At least she would have different kids to hang with than snotty-nosed Chelsea. A few months passed, and Kim anxiously looked in the mirror each day, happily noticing that she was getting taller, and slowly gaining her teenaged body. Teresa was still a wonderful friend, taking Kim out for tea and spending long afternoons listening to the 14 year old talk about what she was going to do when she got her adult privileges back. Towards the middle of August, Teresa suggested they go to the exhibition for some fun.

“Cool!” said Kim. She hadn’t been on rides for years! “Are you gonna go on the Zipper with me?” she ask Teresa.

“Oh… I don’t know, I never had your guts, Kim.” Teresa replied.

“Aw, come on…” begged Kim.

“Maybe…” Teresa said, smiling.

Kim was thoroughly enjoying herself, forgetting her problems and living the life of a 14 year old at the fair. She went on ride after ride, while Teresa watched from below.

’Kim, you should really try to save your money a little bit, these rides are really expensive.’ Teresa said, putting her hand on Kim’s as they sat down for drinks.

’Phooey! I’ve never had so much fun in my life, and this is supposed to be a stress free holiday for me!’ Said Kim, waving her hand to dismiss Teresa’s point. ’I’m only gonna go on one more ride anyway, and you’re coming with me this time!’ She told her friend. Teresa protested at first, but decided that it wouldn’t be so bad to go on one ride.

’Which one?’ She asked hesitantly.

’Why, the ZIPPER of course! I’ve been saving the best for last, come on!’

“What the hell? You only live once! Lead the way!” Said Teresa, marching forward.

For some reason, Kim got a little bit spooked when the ride attendant slammed the cage door shut. Maybe this wasn’t such a good idea. The car jerked upwards as another person was getting on. The car rocked back and forth, suspended halfway up. Kim got more nervous.

’I don’t know about this...’ She said to Teresa nervously.

The car catapulted upwards, stopping at the very top. A wave of butterflies attacked Kim’s stomach as the car flipped over. She didn’t want to go through with this now, but she realized that there was little she could do. Why was she so scared? She had been on the zipper before-she just had to calm down. Her heart was thumping.

’Are you ok Kim?’ Asked Teresa, noticed the terrified look on Kim’s face.

’No... I don’t want to do this... I’m really scared’ Said Kim, looking at the far away ground with slight panic.

“But Kim, we can’t get off now…”

Suddenly, they were thrust upside down, and Kim banged her forehead into the cage. It was a light tap, but it made her scream in terror. The ride had started, and Kim just wanted off -- now! She felt the numb, tickling sensation rise up in her, but she was too terrified to stop it. The world blurred around her, and she feared for her life. The car flipped over, and each time, the feeling grew, until she could feel herself crossing that magical line, triggering the regression sequence.

’Noooooo!’ Came the bloody scream from her mouth as she felt her body get skinny and weak. She could feel her face retract, as though it were sinking inwards. She blushed and shuddered and shook, and with each shudder, she was left a tiny bit younger. Now she was mortified, as the fear of falling became heightened by her diminishing age. She was slipping around on the seat, grabbing the bars with white knuckles, getting more and more childlike and helpless with each cycle. There was a warm, sticky feeling spreading across her buttocks as she helplessly pooped and peed herself out of fear. All the while she was fighting the regression, trying to stop its drastic and permanent course. She was sliding around in her loose jeans, spreading the poop all over her bum and the back of her thighs, still wetting herself and shuddering and shrinking. The ride continued on, having no mercy on her situation. Her shoes fell off and started flying around in the car, and her pants slid down, exposing her poopy bum to the cold vinyl seat. She was completely out of control, and still becoming littler and littler. Teresa was trying to hold onto Kim’s small body as they flew around, trying to tell her that everything was going to be ok.

After what seemed like an eternity, the ride halted with a violent thrust. Teresa and 11 year old Kim were left waiting at the top of the ride. Kim was openly weeping, her cheeks painted with salty tears.

 

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