Micro May Day 6: You Will Shrink Into it
This story's prompt was: Slow shrinking and new relationship dynamic. A man starts to get slightly smaller over time.
Day xx
When did this all start? I still remember that clearly.
Day 1
I awoke just like any other day. As I went to go about my morning, I noticed everything was slightly off. My muscle memory felt off by a few inches.
"Honey?" I yell out.
He comes to the bathroom, still getting dressed. "Yes, dear?" The chubby skunk looked to me.
"You didn't move things around, did you?"
He looks at me confused. "No? I didn't. Why is something wrong?"
I look to where my toothbrush was held and back to him. "No, I think I'm just being silly." I smile at him and dismiss it. He smiles back and goes back to getting dressed.
Day 3
I noticed my clothes starting to sag slightly. There is no way it should be; they are new, and they fit perfectly for the last few weeks. Did they get worn out somehow? That doesn't make sense. They still look fine, just bigger. I just looked confused as my husband came in. "Are you doing alright?" He says while he notices my clothes. "Did you lose some weight? Your clothes are getting a big baggy."
I just look at him and start to believe that must be what is going on. Maybe all my efforts at trying to live healthier are paying off. That has to be it. "Maybe, guess I lost weight faster than I thought."
"Well, I'm proud of you for sticking to it. I don't think I could with my sweet tooth and all."
I go over to him and hug him. "As long as you are happy, I am." I kiss him, and that makes him blush.
"Thank you; that is very sweet."
Day 15
"You ready to go, dear?" He calls out.
All I want to do is stay in this bed and pretend it is all just a bad dream. I lost over a foot in size, and we were going to see a doctor about it. I just felt like a freak and didn't want to be seen in public. He walks upstairs to me. He sees me just lying down and sits down next to me.
"Come on, you need to get dressed." He says, touching me lightly.
"I don't want to be seen like this." I say and curl up.
"We need to try to figure this out. Come on."
"What do you think is going to happen? This should be happening."
"I know it shouldn't, but it is. We have to try to do something about it. Even if I have to carry you there myself."
I let out a sigh, knowing it wasn't an empty threat. I get on some new clothes that were baggy on me now and drag myself down.
"Everything will be okay." He says as we drive off. I couldn't see that, but I tried to keep it together.
Day 22
After multiple days of tests and another foot lost. They came to the conclusion that they couldn't find anything wrong with me. No one could explain why this was happening or how.
I was shrinking, and no one could explain a damn thing! Of course my husband would fight for me yelling at the doctors, but that just made us feel better and didn't change the facts. No one knew how long or how much I would lose. It was the most scary feeling.
Day 36
I was a little over 2 feet now. I tried to do my best with his help, but it was getting harder to do anything. I tried to work from home as best as I could, but it was a much longer process, and I wasn't in the greatest of moods. I tried to accept what was happening, but I always got so many reminders of the things I used to be able to do, and it got upsetting.
"Dear? Are you here?" His snout pokes in from the crack in the door.
"Yes." Is all I get out.
"I wanted to talk to you about something: I think it is best that we focus on you just being alright."
"I'm fine."
"You say you are, but I know this is hard on you. And I think you are just piling up too many things as a response. You aren't going to keep up with your job forever. Something has to give."
"I have nothing better to do all day." I snap.
"Don't take that tone with me. I'm just trying to help."
"Let's just keep up with this until I can't then."
He takes my laptop and sets it on the bookcase. "Hey!" I shout.
He pins me down and gets on top of me. "Listen to me: You are going to spend the rest of your life in comfort with me, little man, so get used to it."
I looked stunned, as he never took this kind of tone or bold action with me before. My heart was pounding, but not out of fear...
Day XX
I stand in my husband's palm as I recall my story for the crowd. I got famous as people heard my story and started to view me as a marvel. I got to spread awareness of my condition as well, so if someone else had to go through with this, they could be ready. They give me applause when I am done, and my husband walks off the stage with me.
"You knocked them dead, squirt." My husband said,
"Thanks, honey."
"No problem, time to go to your dressing room now that you are done for the day." He opens his pants and flops me on his penis. "Enjoy!" He then leaves me inside as he walks us home, humming to himself, enjoying my new size.