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Someone Gently Rapping, Rapping on my Chamber Door (Only This and Nothing More?)

added by egofeeder 21 years ago

There was a knock on the shrinking man's door. "Yo, Tim, y'ready ta sort through this shit?"
It WAS Saul. But how would he react to the diminution of his boss? "Jus' a minute!" Tim shouted, shocked by the tinny pitch of his voice. His lungs and chest had surrendered approximately half of their volume, and his words came out more like squeaking than speaking. The vocal discrepancy was pretty obvious and, after a pregnant pause, Saul spoke hesitantly from the other side of the door.
"Hey, man, are you all right, Tim?"
"Just a minute," the pint-sized Tim repeated, since he wasn't sure how else to answer his co-worker's query. He looked down at his naked body, now less than half of its original size. He was still shrinking, he could feel it--slowly, steadily, relentlessly. The feeling of vulnerability that his diminished size imposed was amplified by his nudity; although Saul and he had fooled around a couple of times, it had never been anything too serious, and Saul had never seen Tim naked. Looking frantically around the room, Tim caught sight of his now ridiculously-oversized T-shirt. It would have to do. He slipped it over his slender frame, rolled up the sleeves, and with difficulty tied the end of the shirt into a knot. It didn't look entirely ridiculous, and it would have to do.
Timothy approached the gigantic front door, but then realized he might have trouble opening it. Instead he backed up a few steps. "Come in."
Saul, perhaps intuiting from the altered pitch of Tim's voice a serious situation, opened the front door horror-movie slow. He looked into the living room before looking down and locking eyes on Tim's shrunken form. Saul, who looked positively enormous (and, for that matter, cuter than ever to Tim), stared blankly for a few moments while his brain tried to reject the illogical visual data. Then his eyes widened with incredulity.
"I've got a problem," Tim said feebly.
"WHUT THE FUCK?!" was all Saul could muster in response.
"I'm shrinking."
"Wull--OBVIOUSLY--but--" Saul was flustered, but his demeanor SEEMED to demonstrate genuine concern. "Whut did this to you?"


Tim hesitated. Should he show Saul the box?


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