My Shrunken Nephew
As I pour my cereal one morning, my sister's frantic voice echoes through the receiver. "Morgana, you need to find my shrunken nephew and his friends," she pleads. Swallowing hard, I assure her I'll keep an eye out and remain in the kitchen. Hanging up, I can't help but wonder about the tiny intruders in my home.
My mind wanders to the helplessness they must feel, trapped in their miniature forms. I imagine their terror as they watch me move about my day, unaware of their presence. It's a chilling thought that sends shivers down my spine.
I continue to eat my cereal, unaware of the impending disaster. Suddenly, I hear a faint whisper coming from within me. It grows louder and more insistent with each bite. My heart races as I realize what's happening - I'm about to consume my nephew!
Frantically, I search my mouth for any sign of him, but it's too late. He's already been swallowed whole. Panicked, I reach for the phone to call my sister, but then an idea strikes me. Perhaps if I stick him in my ass, he'll be able to find his way out.
Reluctantly, I prepare for the unthinkable. I grab a toilet paper roll and carefully insert it into my asshole, with my nephew clinging onto the outside. As I wait, anticipation builds within me. What will happen next? Will they find their way back to normal size or will they be lost forever?
The next day, my sister calls again, desperate for any news of their whereabouts. I have to break it to her - there's still no sign of them. They must have been lost along the way. My heart breaks at the thought of never seeing those tiny faces again.
I look down at my nephew, still clinging onto the outside of my asshole. He looks up at me with big, pleading eyes. "I'm sorry, buddy," I whisper. "I don't know how much longer you'll have to stay in here."
