'Er...' I said, 'Maybe that way.'
I indicated a air vent by the door, just a few inches above the ground.
'Too big to fit in there,' said Runt.
'No shit,' I snapped.
He dropped down from the ceiling and walked up to me, wearing a mischievous grin. I took a step back, scared of what he was going to do to
me. But then he placed a hand on my side and his magic washed over me. My cock went rock hard and I couldn't stop myself from moaning.
Then he placed a finger on the top of my head and pushed. Immediately, I was swallowed by my own jumpsuit. It ballooned into a tent of fabric
that I fought to get my way out of but it just kept billowing around me, getting heavier and darker.
Soon, I felt Runt's finger leave my head. The billowing stopped. It took me a moment to realise what he'd done. It looked like I was in another
world, a narrow cave made of cotton, the ceiling resting on top of my head. I was wedged in deep. Everything below the waist was buried under
folds of fabric.
'Runt?' I yelled. No reply.
I wriggled out of the hole I was stuck in, which took a lot more effort that I'd anticipated. Then I clambered through the cave, holding the
ceiling up with my arms. I don't know if you ever played parachute games at boy scouts, but that's what it was like, only huger and heavier.
Finally, and suddenly, and fell out through a hole. It may have been a sleeve or a leg, I don't know.
I looked up at a gigantic, cavernous room. I knew it was the same small cell I'd been in before, but now it was like being in an aircraft carrier. I
must've been only three or four inches tall, but I didn't feel small at all. I could still see the detail on my body, all the individual hairs and moles.
All my senses were telling me I was still the same size, only everything else had grown. Runt had vanished. In this wide, empty, cold space, I
felt very vulnerable. Especially since I was now naked. I covered myself, even though I was alone.
The air vent was a good distance away. I cursed myself for not standing closer before Runt shrunk me. Running across the concrete floor was
like running on rock. It was no longer smooth at this size. It took me a good few minutes to reach the vent, including a few pauses to rest.
Getting through the vent was a bit of a squeeze but I managed it, emerging into a dark and dusty metal corridor.
Walking down the air duct was very unpleasant. I could barely see, but I could feel the dust that was as deep as my ankles. Where had today
gone so wrong? I had to get away from Runt. It was clear every change came with a caveat. Monkey's Paw rules. It didn't matter what change I
chose, Runt would think of a way for it to backfire on me. Get me arrested or stuck in an air-vent. I knew that I had to do whatever it took to
get him to change me back.