Dibs: House Guest (Part One)

Brian has just reached the top of the ladder and is standing on the little table in the foyer, out of breath, when Sasha gets home from university. She has her skimpy cheer uniform on and he can see up her short, pleated skirt, which he hates. He finds it humiliating to have to avert his eyes when talking to his own step-daughter, and it’s a painful reminder of his condition. It’s been a few months since he shrank, and even though they’ve installed these ladders on all the furniture which allow him to move about with relative freedom, he’s still not at all used to it.

With panic he sees Sasha turn around to lean up against the table as she takes her shoes off, bringing her huge ass right on top of him.

“Sasha! Sasha!” he tries to warn her, but she has her earphones in and doesn’t notice as she leans against the table and accidentally pins his scrambling body under her ass cheek. He has to thrash against her for what feels like a long time before she finally turns around and looks down at him with annoyance. She takes out one earphone and rolls her eyes as she pulls him out from under her.

“Ugh, Brian! What are you doing there?”

He scoffs. “What! What about you, why don’t you watch where you’re going! This is my house! You come in here, dressed like a slut, and act like you own the place, and… Hey, are you listening to me?!”

She’s lost interest in him and is looking at her phone.

“Sasha! Hey!”

She looks up reluctantly. “Oh my god, like, are you still talking?”

“Yes I’m still… Hey, what are you… What are you doing!”

Without looking up from her phone, she takes a glass from a stack of glasses on the table and puts it upside-down on top of him, trapping him and his tiny voice inside.

“Sasha! Sasha!!!” He bangs furiously on the glass as she puts her earphone back in and wanders off to the living room.

He paces furiously in his tiny prison. He looks up at the clock above the door and fumes when he sees that his wife, Sasha’s mother Diane, won’t be home from work for well over an hour.

At one point while he’s waiting, Sasha casually wanders back through the foyer, talking on the phone. He screams at her and bangs on the glass, but she doesn’t notice and she soon leaves again.

Finally, Diane comes in. She spots him right away, and takes the glass off him. Immediately he starts shouting at her. “Your daughter…!” he starts, in a fit of rage, but she doesn’t notice that he’s talking and doesn’t look at him as she takes her shoes off. It’s infuriating how small his voice is. Even with attentive, courteous listeners he finds himself shouting until he’s hoarse during the course of a normal conversation.

“Diane!”

“Hmm?” She impatiently leans in towards him to listen. Why is she in such a hurry?

“Aren’t you wondering how I got trapped under that glass?”

Diane sighs. “Honey, I don’t have time for this, I’m going out tonight and I have to go get ready.”

“Going out? Where?”

“Hmm? Yes I’m going out. Sasha is in charge while I’m gone, so make sure you behave yourself.”

“Sasha is… Are you fucking kidding me Diane? This is my house! Where are you even…”

“Okay gotta go, sweetie,” she interrupts, distracted by her phone ringing. She quickly leans down and gives him a polite kiss on the top of his head and then walks away, answering the phone, “Hello?”

“What the fuck,” he mumbles to himself. It’ll take forever but he decides to make his way to his and Diane’s room to talk to her.

As he climbs down what feels like an endless ladder down the leg of the table, he wonders to himself how things got so bad. He was always an attentive husband, and he provided a great life for Diane and her daughter. She doesn’t even have to start working now that he’s unable to work. He has enough saved to keep the three of them comfortable for life, especially now that he eats so little. Is it really such a burden to have him around in his condition?

When he’s about halfway down the ladder, Diane heads out. Already? He waves to get her attention, but all he gets from her is a polite nod as she walks past. She’s dressed up really nicely, and he can smell the perfume that she usually reserves for their date nights. Where the hell is she going?

“Remember sweetie, Sasha is in charge, so be good.”

“But…”

“Okay bye!” She blows him a kiss as she shuts the door behind her.

Unbelievable.

With a sigh, he carries on climbing down the ladder. May as well go find something to eat.

Just as he finally reaches the floor, he hears the door swing open again. He looks up hopefully, thinking it must be Diane. His heart sinks as instead, he watches a very pretty girl around Sasha’s age let herself in. She’s wearing the same skimpy cheer uniform and carries herself with a bubbly confidence. She blows a bubble with her gum as she looks around. Suddenly her eyes settle on him, and a beaming smile lights up her face.

“Oh hi, I’m Cassie!”

“Hi, Cassie,” he mumbles, eyeing her mistrustfully.

Too fast for his comfort, she steps over to stand directly above him. He notices with unease that she’s not wearing any panties under her short skirt.

“Sasha didn’t tell me she had a little pet!” She giggles. “You are sooooo cute!!! I love little pets.”

“What… No, no! I’m not…”

She doesn’t seem to hear his protests. She squats down and starts petting his head with her finger. He backs away but she pens him in with her other hand, cooing, “Aww, are you a shy little guy?”