At your current size, your grandma’s ear was like a massive gaping cavern. Almost as if she read your mind, you felt yourself getting bigger, but not much. As the brief growth spurt ended, you still didn’t even reach a half an inch tall. If anything this seemed more like it was intended to taunt you than to help you.
As you looked at the... somewhat smaller cave before you, you saw various bits of grime, wax, and junk caking around the walls. On days where she was feeling nice, your grandmother would offer you something to help with the ear cleaning task. But sometimes she’d feel mean and make you clean the whole thing up with your tongue. You winced as you thought about the foul taste of the mix of her ear gunk and wax hitting your tongue. Fortunately, a tiny cloth roughly your size fell next to you. “Here you go sweetie. Your tongue has earned itself a break after all that hard work. She was careful not to move too much so that you could get started. Though you felt the gross junk covering parts of your body the job wasn’t too bad... at first.
As you made a small amount of progress you heard your grandma’s echoing voice telling you to head out of her ear. Not in a position to argue you walked out only to be plucked up by her awaiting fingers. Without a word or explanation you suddenly felt your self growing up to about a couple inches. You didn’t know what was happening, but figured she was giving you a break. Unfortunately her actual intention made you wish you could continue working.
“I’ll have to get going soon so let me help you with this.” You let out a confused grunt, but soon she made her intentions perfectly clear as you found yourself heading back towards the ear. Positioning you head first you pieced together the clues and knew what she wanted. Yet, despite her being a seemingly sweet old lady, this woman was more than powerful wnough to keep you restrained with no effort. The humiliation of this was mostly lost on you as you watched in fear as the ear got closer and closer. And then it hit you. Your grandma plunged you face first into the hole, scrubbing and branding your head against the walls, using you like a cotton swab. The gross funky substances covered your face and hair, but she wasn’t done yet. “Ahhh! now it’s clean as a whistle. Though you still have one more to go.” Once more you struggled futilely in her grasp, and like last time your struggles didn’t even register to her. Though once you were inside, they did help her scrub the walls clean and reach those harder places. You kept your eyes shut as a layer of wax masked your face. It was so gross and you were powerless to stop her from subjecting you to it.
Finally you were pulled out again. After you were sure she wasn’t shoving you back in, you wiped the junk off of your eyes and mouth, feeling disgusted and more powerless than usual. “I always adored these little bonding moments we share. Especially after you couldn’t visit me as often.” You saw her thinking for a moment before standing back up.
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