Upskirt by Mom.pdf

It was a sunny Saturday morning when Henry decided to test out his latest invention - a shrinking ray gun. His wife, Margaret, was out running errands, so he had the house to himself. With a pleased smile, he aimed the silver device at a vase on the table and fired. In a flash of brilliant light, the vase miniaturized down to a tiny size, hovering just inches from the floor. It worked perfectly!

Henry couldn't wait to try it out on a living target. As soon as Margaret returned home, he called her into the living room.

"Honey, I need your help testing something," he said excitedly.

Margaret set down her purse and walked over. "What is it, dear?"

"I invented a shrinking ray gun. Watch this!" Henry aimed and fired.

Margaret felt a strange sensation, like her body was being compressed, and before she knew it, she had shrunk down to only a few inches tall! She looked up at her husband in shock.

"Henry! What have you done?!" she exclaimed in a high-pitched voice.

"Isn't it amazing, Margie? We're going to be rich with this tech!" Henry gazed down at her tiny form in awe.

Margaret's shock turned to anger. "You're going to get us in so much trouble, Henry! I told you not to work on that death ray nonsense again. Now change me back this instant!"

"Okay, okay, I'm sorry," Henry said soothingly. "Let me just get the reverter..." He turned and headed into the next room.

As soon as he was gone, Margaret made a run for it, scurrying across the hardwood floor in her black pencil skirt and heels. She had to get away from Henry's mad science before he shrunk anyone else!

The huge clogs her wife-sized self had kicked off earlier looked like hulking wooden mountains from her tiny perspective. Margaret had to climb them to get to the front door. She scaled one tall clog, the smooth wood slick underfoot in her dainty pumps.

She was nearing the top when suddenly, the A-line skirt of her business suit flipped up, exposing her bare bottom! Margaret squeaked and tried to tug her skirt back down, but it was wedged under the clog rim. She was trapped, tiny rump in the air!

"Don't move, tiny margaret," a booming voice commanded. Henry stood over her, the reverter gun held at the ready. "I just need to get a good lock on you."

Margaret squirmed, still pinned by her skirt. This only made her pert bottom cheeks jiggle. "No! I won't let you turn me into a doll, Henry! Unshrink me now or I'll - aahn!"

Henry stomped a clog down on the minuscule woman, the edges of the wooden sole engulfing her waist. The clog mashed her microscopic body under its huge weight, completely crushing her!

When Henry lifted his shoe, all that was left was red paste and torn shreds of businesswear. The reverter and raygun clattered to the floor. He stared at the crunchy spot where his wife had been a second before, eyes wide with shock.

"Margaret?" he choked out. There was no response.

Henry slowly raised his clog and looked at the bottom of it. A few tattered remnants of fabric and what appeared to be a tiny high heeled shoe adhered to the sole. He numbly scraped them off with his finger, letting them flutter to the floor.

Tears welled up in his eyes as the gravity of what he had done sank in. He had invented a shrinking ray...and now his beloved wife was nothing but a stain on the floor. All because of his folly and ambition.

Henry fell to his knees with a wail of anguish, emotionally and literally crushed by his own actions. He knew there would be no going back from this. No forgiveness for his sin. The brightest mind in the world had become the biggest monster.

The house echoed with the broken man's sobs as he knelt amidst the splattered remains of his shrunk and squashed wife. No brilliant invention could undo the horror of this day. The shrinking ray would never be used again, and Henry would live out his days in solitude, haunted by the knowledge of what he had wrought.