“Richey! Hurry up or we're going to be late! I am not missing this vacation because of your damn laziness!” 

Richard Gale's eyes quickly opened as his body was rolled off the warm comfort of the bed and fell straight into the carpeted floor next to him. His face slammed against the carpet, filling him with a wave of pain, immediately bringing him out of his slumber. As he laid there, there was the pitter-patter of foot steps coming near. Pulling his head up a little, letting his ear-length black hair wave back from his face, he soon found the petite feet of his wife coming up right in front of him. 

Richard took a deep breath as he tried to wake up and began to turn towards his watch, but before he even had a chance to, those short, bare feet had come up and forced into his nose, pushing against his face. His eyes shut and he tried to stop breathing as Cindy's foot stench invaded his body like a skunk. He reached up and tried to push her foot away, but his arms just didn't have the strength. If there was anything about that woman that he didn't like, it was that she liked sticking her wretched feet everywhere but the floor. His body and face were a favorite place, something he would never understand. 

That woman was a strange one, indeed. It all started shortly after they'd gotten married, 3 years prior. They were both 22 years old and Cindy was roaming around the Internet. She'd found a few sites with various sexual fetishes that she thought sounded interesting or 'different'. BBW, Balloon, Leather, Microphilia, but the one that stood out the most was the Foot fetish. She had been greatly interested in the idea of her feet getting attention. She was a short 5'3 and had small Size 6 feet. The idea of someone so small being taken care of greatly interested her, especially from someone tall like her husband. 

Richard had played along at first when Cindy came to him about this fetish. She wanted to try this stuff out. Richard had heard of the Foot fetish fantasies, but he'd never really thought it was that interesting. He didn't like feet, especially the smell. It was disgusting! Sure, Cindy's feet weren't exactly ugly, and he wouldn't mind giving them a nice massage every so often, but he did not want what happened thereafter. He tried a session of kissing and trampling with her, and she simply fell in love with it. 

After that day, the woman he'd married changed, somehow. She started getting more assertive with him, trying to mimic the dominatrix-like behavior of many of the “Mistresses” of the fantasy that she'd found on the net. It was interesting, at first, to have such a timid person like Cindy, acting so assertive and dominating. It even turned Richard on at night at first. She would be sitting on the bed and prop her feet up on his chest, demanding that he worship her 'divine' feet. 

Richard didn't mind at first, though he still hated the smell. The problem happened after about a month of doing this. Cindy, herself, was changing a lot. The assertive, dom-like behavior started filtering into the rest of their lives. She soon became very controlling and much more short with him. Every time they'd do something, she would get on him about how he was too slow and didn't do things as well as they needed to be. Were he ever to upset her by trying to talk back, he would get 5 smelly toes to the face as his face was kicked. The woman never wore shoes or socks at the house, so he never got the relief of getting a soft sock to the face. It was always her bare feet. 

Richard closed his eyes and waited for Cindy to remove her foot from his face so he could speak. After a few moments, his system was free of that invading force that was her foot stench and he opened his eyes, seeing the short form of Cindy staring down at him. She was a ginger with shoulder-length hair and a curvy form. She wasn't skinny, but not fat either. She had a lot of curves to her, but she wasn't unattractive in the slightest. 

Pulling himself up, he soon returned to his full height of 6'2, towering over his wife again. He looked down at her and she gave him a scowl. He knew this irritated her to death. She was the one who was controlling, and yet he completely dwarfed her when he stood up. He figured that's why she kept him on the ground so much with her feet, so she would forget that he was almost an entire foot over her. As if she were trying to still maintain her control over the situation, she kicked him in the leg and began to reprimand him for sleeping in. 

“It's late, Richey! You slept until 7:30 this morning. We have to meet Hannah and Nick at the cabin in 5 hours! Get your butt moving or I'll leave without you!” 

'Only 5 hours' thought Richard. It only took an hour to drive from their house to the cabin they were meeting Nick and Hanna, two childhood friends of Richard's, for a well-deserved vacation away from the world. The woman had clearly gotten up just to exert her assertiveness and control over the poor man. She'd completely changed the past three years, because of this fetish she'd found. There had been many times when Richard wanted to put his foot down, pun aside, and ask for the old Cindy back. 

A lot of times, he just wanted to break down and cry over what his wife had become, but he could never bring himself to doing it. He was timid, just as she used to be. So, he simply nodded his head and leaned down to give Cindy a kiss on the cheek. “Yes, dear. I won't disappoint you.” 

Richard then walked around his wife and walked towards the bathroom, Cindy watching his every move carefully, as if waiting for him to mess something else up.   

The sun shone brightly into the window, beating down it’s excruciating heat upon a Twin-sized bed.  On the bed were pink, flowery sheets, and below them, a woman who seemed to fit them.  A pair of soft, pale hands were clenching onto a bedspread filled with Lily flowers.  Attached to them was a face, laying on it’s side, her long, sandy blond hair flowing down her rosy cheeks and shoulders.  Her thin, pink lips wore a smile as she slept, head turned away from the light, as if she were enjoying a calm, soothing dream.

“Hannah?  HH?  Hannah Hill, it’s time to get up!”  A deep voice entered the room as a 5’2, medium-built man walks across the floor.  Clothed in a blue sweat suit, he walked over towards the bed and knelt down, bringing his face right next to the sleeping Hannah’s.  His long, blond hair almost had a ‘surfer’ feel to it, as he smiled and looked at the sleeping beauty before him. Raising a hand in the air, he slowly pushed back a strand of hair in front of the girl’s closed eyes and softly spoke to her.  “Hey, Hannah, it’s past 9.  Time to get up, sleepy head!”

Hannah’s consciousness stirred slightly at hearing the voice of her friend, Nick Ringer.  Her dreamless sleep had been cut short, or so she thought.  Hannah had always been a heavy sleeper.  Late to bed and late to rise, people always told her.  She always counted on Nick to wake her up in the morning, though she never really wanted to get up when he woke her.  Still, hearing the voice of her boyfriend did help her, slightly, and the thoughts of what she could do about the problem she was having.

Unknown to Nick, Hannah had never meant to ask him to date her.  It was a funny story, really.  Hannah was the same age as both Nick and another friend, Richard Gale.  The three of them had always spent time together in school and even managed to all snag a job at the local skating rink when they were sophomores.  Although she loved being around Nick, she had quickly fallen for Richard.  He was tall, much like her, and had a warming personality.  He was generous and much more understanding than Nick was.  Nick was more spontaneous, and thought less before he spoke to her.

When they were all graduating, Hannah wanted to surprise Richard with a gift, and wanted to ask him to go out with her, as boyfriend and girlfriend.  She’d set everything up at the skating rink.  She’d dropped a note where she knew he’d find it, leading him to come to the rink after closing one night.  She’d gotten permission from the owner to decorate the outer rink with roses, Richard’s favorite.  He would arrive and come to the back gate, where Hannah, in a pink dress and matching roller blades, would be waiting for him.

When the time came, however, Richard didn’t show up.  Instead, Nick had gotten the letter and she was utterly shocked at the time.  He thought she was asking him out on the date.  Feeling incredibly embarrassed at seeing Nick dressed up; she simply couldn’t tell him the truth.  She simply smiled when he came, and skated with him.  They began dating after that, much to Hannah’s dislike.  She loved being around the guy, but her heart just wasn’t in it for him.

A few months afterwards, Hannah had planned to break up with Nick and tell Richard about what happened.  She was going to come clean, completely.  That’s when the bad news came.  The night she was going to break it off and tell Richard how she felt, he’d come over to see her and Nick.  As he came there, he came with a woman, someone called Cindy.  He told them he and Cindy were going to get married the following year.  Hannah was absolutely devastated, and retracted the information back into her mind, never wishing to reveal the truth. 

Hannah was slowly waking up, thinking about Richard and Cindy.  She’d grown to hate that woman over the years.  Sure, she’d attended their wedding as the Maid of Honor, and she always acted happy towards her, but she hated her.  She wanted her out of the picture.  Cindy was always so mean to Richard that she could see.  She was ordering him around and yelling at him in public!  How horrible is that?  Oh, how she wanted to just run up to that woman and give her a fist full of Hannah power.   She couldn’t, though.  As much as she loved Richard, she couldn’t take her frustration out on his wife.  He loved her, and she wanted him to be happy.

“Mmmm…five more minutes, honey.”  Hannah was half-yawning as she muttered these words, pulling the top of the covers over her hair, trying to block out all light.  It was clear that she did not want to get up that morning.  Nick, of course, knew this was going to happen.  Hannah always resisted getting up in the morning.  She always had, for as long as he’d known her.  It was a miracle she was always able to find an afternoon-time job and never got scheduled for mornings.  She’d never make it in life if she had morning shifts!

Nick knew exactly what he had to do.  With a smile on his face, he threw his hands on either side of the girl’s stomach, slowly pushing the bed spread under her body.  As he was pushing, his arms wrapped around her stomach and he quickly yanked her 5’8 form off the bed, into his arms.  She was upside down at the time and immediately woke up, kicking and screaming.  “Hey!  Nick!  Okay!  I’m awake!  I’m awake, now put me down!”

That girl was trying to claw at Nick, but he simply held her body against his, her bare legs and feet kicking at his head.  Slowly walking towards the doorway, he headed downstairs, carrying both Hannah and the bedspread, laughing and jokingly speaking to her.  “Nope!  It’s straight to breakfast for you, Missy!  I’ve got to have my darling full of food and energy if we’re to have fun with Richy and Cindy tonight!”

It was nearly silent in Richey and Cindy’s house.  Well past 9 in the morning, the result of their early-morning wake-up call was made quite apparent.  Breakfast had been eaten, they’d both managed to clean themselves up, and the bags were already packed in the car.  There was nothing to do now, but wait until 10:45, when they could leave and get to the cabin a little earlier than normally scheduled.  Richey was lying on the couch, trying to get a short nap in before they were to leave, though he would soon realize that there was something to do, something that he was not wanting that morning.

The soft pattering of footsteps was approaching the couch from behind.  Were Richey awake to hear this, he likely would have been able to avoid this scenario, thinking of something else he ‘needed’ to do to get ready for this trip.  Unfortunately for him, though, he was out like a light.  He was down for the count when his body was suddenly shifting, quickly sliding off the couch and falling down to the floor.  Richard grunted as he back hit the floor.  Shaking his head for a moment, he tried to get himself together from the blow.  Slowly opening his eyes, he looked up and blinked.  ‘Oh, great…I should have known this would happen.’ he thought to himself.

Sitting on the couch, right where he was just laying down, was Cindy, dressed for the trip, savor her shoes.  Dangling about 6 inches above Richard’s face was a pair of soft, smelly feet.  Cindy didn’t say anything to him.  She just smiled down towards his face, seeing that he’d moved and woken up.  She slowly let her ten digits wiggle in front of him, offering the fragrance of her feet to flow down towards him.  She was in the mood to play, and he was going to comply, whether he liked it or not.

Richard was filled with disgust as that smell intruded into his body.  What was with that smell?!  It smelled so sour and disgusting, like a rotten egg that was intruding upon his body.  This was worse than usual! He nearly dwindled down to the point of coughing and gagging from the smell this time around.  It was a lot stronger than it normally was.  Did she not wash her feet when she showered?  Richard didn’t know, and didn’t want to find out.  However, he knew that he was not going to be able to get out of this.  She had him right where she wanted him, and could keep him there, easily, at seeing the slightest push to leave that he would show to her.

Cindy giggled as she slowly descended her feet down a little bit, halving the distance between them and Richard’s face.  Her feet were perfectly still as they dangled in the air, savor the toe-wiggles.  A lot of the time, Richard didn’t know how she managed to keep them so still all the time.  It had to have been hard to train herself to do that.  He’d tried to sit at chairs and couches many times with his feet off the ground and it was hard to not keep them constantly moving back and forth.  The woman was good at this, and that was not a blessing for poor Richard. 

Seeing Richard still doing nothing, Cindy lowered her feet further, letting the toes of her right foot softly brush along his lips.  Her smile widened as she called down to him, in a whispering tone, wanting him to get started with what she knew he knew she wanted.  He obviously didn’t want to do this, but she didn’t care.  She was in charge around here, and if she wanted her feet worshiped, then they would be worshiped.  He wasn’t doing anything right now, anyways.  There was no reason why he couldn’t pay tribute to her feet for awhile.  “Kiss them, honey.  Kiss my feet.”

Richard hated what was going on.  His lips were tickled, slightly, as the toes brushed over him.  She was trying to force him to get into this.  She knew all too well that any part of her that brushed over his lips tickled him and got him feeling a little better.  He tried his hardest to stop the natural smile that he was getting on his face from that tickling.  Even if it was her feet, his lips were ticklish.  His hands went into fists as he wanted to resist, but he knew he shouldn’t.  He had to do this.  ‘Okay…just do it, Richard.  The sooner you start complying with her, the sooner this will be over,’ He thought to himself, not really seeing a way out of this.

Compressing his lips together, Richard gently pushed them into two of Cindy’s toes.  The salty taste of feet started to come into his system when he did that, but it was something he’d become somewhat used to at this point.  His smooch ended as his lips parted from the toes and he pulled his head down for a moment.  If only Richard could start to like the smell.  That was the major turn-off for him, the smell.  If he could just stop smelling her feet, these sessions would not be nearly as bad to him as he thought they were.

Cindy felt a tingle running up her foot as her husband pressed his lips on her toes, kissing them.  She took a deep breath and arched her back at the satisfaction she felt from this single kiss in the morning.  If Richard was anything, he was a good kisser, and that greatly increased how much she loved these sessions she forced him into.  Recovering from the blow of this, she pressed her foot down onto his face.  “Good boy, Richey.  Have I ever told you what a good kisser you are?  Since you are as such, and have nothing to do until we leave, you’re going to be spending the next 2 hours, kissing my feet, paying them tribute while watch TV.  Do a good job now, honey, or Mistress Cindy will have to punish you!”

‘Oh, god…what have I gotten myself into?’ Richard thought, as he heard the words flowing down from the couch and planted another soft kiss on her toes.  When she called herself ‘Mistress’, he knew he was in for a rough day.  This would not be the only session they would have.  He only hoped that she would not do this with him when they were at the cabin.  He wasn’t sure he could handle Nick and Hannah seeing him like he was now, weak and man-handled by his wife’s feet.  

“Hey, Hannah.  Aren’t you excited about seeing Richard again?  We’ll be hanging out together, just like old times.  Don’t you think?  Hannah?”  Nick looked to the passenger seat of the car as he drove down the road.  He couldn’t help but smile as he saw his girlfriend, in all her grand, tall stature, sitting with the chair lay back, sleeping like a baby.  None of his words had even reached her.  She just held her arms against the pink blouse she’d put on and let her chest rise and fall with every sleepy breath she took.  “Oh, Hannah…” said Nick, slowly using his right hand to push a few strands of hair from her face.

If there was one thing to learn about Hannah, it was that she required a lot to be awake in the morning.  She wasn’t like most people, though.  If she’s tired and you throw coffee or sugar into her, it won’t have any effect.  If she’s nodding off and you give her a cup of coffee, her head will be on the table, out like a light, halfway through the cup.  No, Hannah required activity, conversation, something to keep her brain going, rather than something to keep her body going.

Getting that girl ready to go was no easy task for Nick.  She tried to go back to sleep at least a dozen times as they got themselves prepared.  She’d used the fact that her bags were already packed as justification that she could go back to sleep.  She’d even gone out of the way to try to skip breakfast and getting dressed because of it.  He kept her going by constantly debating the idea of sleeping with her.  He kept her talking, acting as if he would allow her to go back to sleep if she gave him a good enough reason.  Before she knew it, it was time to go. 

He had simply used her habit of getting involved in debates, especially when sleep was involved as a reward for winning said debate, against her.  She had gotten so absorbed into trying to justify that she needed to get more sleep that he’d tricked her into helping him get his own stuff ready.  This wasn’t exactly the first time he’d done it, either.  He did this to her at least once a week.  It was a great way to get her talking and to make her wake up for the day.  The only problem with it was that she would eventually catch onto it and it wouldn’t work anymore.

This trick had been picked up by Richard, actually.  Not long before she and Nick had started dating, he had many problems with getting the girl up in the morning.  He begged and begged and begged, but she would never budge an inch, just give him excuses.  Realizing that she’d been at Richard’s house before, he asked him what he thought he should do.  Richard, being the knowledgeable person he was, told him the trick of making her brain move while leading her along with the reward of being able to sleep.  He tried this the next day and, miraculously, it worked!

Nick had been doing this to the girl for years and, most of the time, it worked out very well.  There would be an occasion where the girl would sneak back to bed when he wasn’t looking, but a lot of the time, it worked well.  Assuming it wasn’t early morning like today, Hannah would normally be so awake that she wasn’t even thinking about going back to sleep when all was said and done.  This made Nick’s job in the morning a whole lot easier.  He could wake her up and get the morning chores done at the same time. 

Coming back to reality, Nick realized that this was one of those special occasions.  The girl had resisted him the entire morning, but he did manage to get everything done, even if he had to put the blouse on her body himself.  Honestly, he liked to be able to put clothes on Hannah.  She was lazy, but anytime where he would be able to come close and touch her, especially her bare skin, it was a blessing to him.  She was so much taller than him, and with that height, came a lot of body heat.  Nick had been born with a hereditary habit of being cold.  His body got chilly a lot, so the more he came near the heat she gave off, the better.

For this very reason, he kept his hand by Hannah’s body.  His arms were starting to get chilly in the car, with the vent and heater not turned up.  He wanted to turn them on, but he didn’t at the same time.  Hannah couldn’t take much heat, so he always made a habit of only turning it on when she asked for it.  She’d gotten sick when they had been working outside the previous summer.  It didn’t make any sense when it happened.  She’d been hydrating herself regularly, but after a few hours, her face had overheated and she rushed inside.  He found her in the bathroom, throwing up.  Ever since, he’d kept it cooler in the house and car than he did before, ensuring he would never have to see that sick look on her face again.

He ran his fingers down from the girl’s hair, and softly grazing her shoulder.  The soft material of the blouse was silky, and comforting.  Coming down further, his fingers brushed along her upper-arms once he’d reached the end of the 3-inch sleeve of the blouse.  Her soft, warm skin was lovely as his hand traveled down, past her elbow.  It finally stopped at the crossed hands on her chest.  Once reaching there, he let his hand rest on top of hers.  He could feel the warm heat from her body filling up his hand. 

Nick took a deep breath as he took in her body heat, even if it was just from her hand to his.  As they drove, he could see a forest ahead of them.  He smiled, knowing they were getting close to their destination.  He looked over for a second and leaned next to her ear.  “Don’t worry, darling.  We’re almost there.  Then, you can rest on a nice, comfy bed, until Richard and Cindy arrive.” 

He looked back and smiled.  She would, indeed, be getting a lot of sleep.  If there’s anything he knew, it was that Richard was often late to events, as was Cindy.  They were set to arrive at the cabin about an hour before they were supposed to, in the guess that Nick thought Hannah would need some extra sleep time.  It appears that his thinking was correct as he glanced over at that sleeping beauty of a woman next to him.

The drive had been long and short for Nick and Hannah.  As they entered the forest that held the cabin where they’d be staying, Nick took his hand off Hannah’s hands and returned them to the steering wheel.  He had looked ahead, and saw that the roads were about to get a little windy.  Better to sacrifice his acceptance of his girl’s body heat to make sure they both made it to the cabin safely.  She wasn’t in a terribly safe position as she slept, anyways, so careful driving was a must in this situation.

There was a quiet beeping noise from the middle console, right in front of the shifter, as the trees began to surround the car.  Nick peered down for a moment and saw his phone blinking.  It brought up a screen that read “Searching for Service”.  Smiling, he reached down and tossed the phone into the back seat of the car.  They’d known that the cabin they were at offered little, if any contact with the outside world.  There would be no Internet access, no cell phone service, and no regular phones.  It would be the four of them and nature, just what they needed to leave their stress behind for awhile.

The road was slowly turning from asphalt to gravel as the car drove further down the path, getting deeper into the forest.  Nick looked around at all of the different trees, as well as all of the birds that were flying around as he drove through the forest, slowly making his way towards where the cabin would be.  He was starting to feel a little warm as he could see the wooden cabin coming into view in the distance.  The trip had been long, but he was happy about finally arriving. 

Nick hadn’t said a word to anyone, but there was a lot he, personally, wanted out of this trip.  Since they’d be together with Richard and Cindy, he was going to plan a special occasion for Hannah.  He wasn’t exactly sure how everything would be playing out, but he was ready to do something for her.  As they got settled into the cabin and were spending some time together, he was going to have Richard and Cindy go off and he was going to do something he’s been skeptical of doing.  He was going to ask Hannah to marry him.

As the car slowly rolled to a stop, he looked up towards the cabin, itself, and thought it was absolutely gorgeous.  From the wooden, maple porch and deck to the pristine couch-swing that hung from the porch, next to the front door, it looked quite amazing.  This cabin was the perfect example of a beautiful home, out in the middle of nowhere.  It was out of the way, away from technology and the rest of the world, and he was going to have a lot of fun this weekend.  They all were.  He quickly shut the engine off and pocketed his keys, looking over to see how Hannah was doing.

The woman was doing fine, though she was still out like a light.  As Nick’s head turned towards her, her head turned towards him.  The soft, smooth skin shone as the sun crept out of the clouds for a moment, providing Nick a glimpse of his goddess, shining in the light.  He almost started to blush as he took in the amazing sight.  He was such a lucky man to have someone so tall and beautiful.  The way she towered over him when they walked together, the way her body shone in the light.  He was lucky to have her.

He shook his head, trying to get over his moment of weakness from looking at her.  Taking a look at the cabin, he noticed that the door was already cracked open.  He sat in the car for a moment, thinking about what he should do.  He thought about waking Hannah up and having her help him carry their luggage in.  However, he started thinking and turned back on that idea.  He blinked a moment and then turned to the side, quietly opening the car door.  “I’ll let her sleep, just a moment longer” he whispered to himself. 

It took Nick a good few moments to do so, but he crept around to the back of the car and opened up the trunk.  As he pulled their two bags out, he poked his head around the trunk, making sure Hannah hadn’t woken up from the noise he was making.  As he poked the rest of him around, he stopped by the window she was on and smiled, knowing full well that she was still completely out of it.  He should have known better.  That girl could sleep through an earthquake.  Of course she’d sleep through a few car doors opening up.

After looking around to see if there was anyone else around, Nick quickly ran the bags up to the porch of the cabin.  As he got closer, it only became more beautiful.  Every bit of wood was absolutely flawless, and he imagined the inside looked just as perfect.  It was only one floor, but from what he’d heard, had a lot to offer.  It had two bedrooms, each with a set of bathrooms, a decently-sized living room, a kitchen/dining room combination, and more.  As he set the bags down, he was tempted to take a quick peek inside.  However, he knew he had to get back to the car to get Hannah.

As he got back to the car, he slowly opened the door and got on his knees in front of Hannah.  As he did so, his head became level with the sleeping girl’s head.  His hand crept up and started brushing along her head and hair.  With a few quick nudges, her eyelids slightly opened and she looked up towards him.  He let out a huge grin as he saw her eyes meeting his.  He calmly asked her if she was ready to go inside, to which he got an expected response.  “I’m…still a little tired, Nick.  Can you carry me in?  Pleeeeaaasse?”

Nick almost wanted to laugh at this statement.  He, however, didn’t mind that she wanted him to carry that tall, warm body of hers into the house.  All he did was widen his smile and nod towards her.  “Of course, honey.  I’ll have you in another bed in no time at all.”  Nick had a soft spot for touching her.  Every chance he had of being allowed to touch or carry that woman was like a dream come true.  His entire body chilled as his arms went under her back and legs, slowly lifting that cute woman from the car, his arms the only thing keeping her from tumbling to the ground.

He turned and quickly ran into the cabin, unaware of the dark, stormy clouds that were slowly creeping over the hills beyond…

To Richard, this day had already been much too long.  The chance to see Nick and Hannah again was a great feeling for him, but the start of the day had been far from great.  He woke up, got feet shoved in his face, he got scolded, and while tired, he had spent several hours lying on the floor, under those same putrid feet.  He didn’t really love feet before, but after what Cindy was putting him through, he was getting sick and tired of them, as a whole.  He would have no problems if he never saw his wife’s feet ever again.

After that TV ‘session’ and it had come to be the time for departure, he felt like he was still under those stinky feet.  The smell had stuck to the tiny hairs in his nose, and it would not leave him alone.  With every breath he took, the smell intruded on his system, as if it were a constant reminder of what he’d likely be experiencing later on that day, multiple times even.  He wanted to gag every time he breathed through his nose, so he started to plug his nose and only breathe through his mouth.

This, of course, didn’t work for long.  Cindy could tell what she’d done to him and, once they’d gotten into the car, she decided she would let him suffer for the entire trip up to the cabin.  From the moment the car doors had been shut and they’d cleared the driveway, she had slipped her feet out of her heels.  Within moments, those two rancid feet were crossed and propped up on the dash, right in front of Richard’s line of vision.  She let out a smirk and a giggle as she saw his eyes switching from her feet as she slowly wiggled her toes for him, not knowing just how disgusted it made him feel.

‘You’ve got to be kidding.’ Thought Richard as he saw those feet propped in front of his face.  Had he not gone through enough torment already during this day?  Not only had he been forced to spend several hours under his wife’s feet, getting his lips chapped from kissing them for so long, but now he had to stare at them while he drove for the entire trip up there?!  He blinked a few times and thought to look over and say something, but just let out an internal sigh and continued driving. 

Cindy watched Richard’s face throughout the entire trip.  She knew he didn’t terribly love feet, and for some reason, she enjoyed seeing the plight his mind had every time she stuck them into his face or into his mouth.  The woman had developed one hell of an ego since discovering this fetish, and had changed a lot more than she could have known.  What was once a kind and gentle woman was slowly turning into quite the opposite of that and, unfortunately, she didn’t even know it was happening.  She just thought she was treating him the way he’d always wanted to be treated, assuming him upon the ‘sub’ character in a Dom-Sub relationship from him agreeing to try out the ‘foot’ thing way back when she’d first found it.

Richard’s eyes were quivering as he was driving down the road, fighting off everything he was feeling.  His mind was caught on Cindy, but it had drifted away from her feet and onto what had happened to her lately.  He didn’t mind the Dominatrix attitude at first.  It was a little sexy to be told what to do and controlled in the bedroom, but the effects it had on their regular lives was unsettling to him.  She was once a gentle spirit, and now she was controlling, blunt, and all around bitchy towards him.  Everything in his gut was telling him that he just needed to break down and tell her how her actions made him feel, but he never could get himself to doing it.  There was something about the situation that he was afraid of. 

His mind was deep in the feelings.  When they’d first met, Cindy was a wonderful woman.  She was sweet, kind, always asking how Richard was doing, and was constantly trying to do things for him.  She was a complete giver and always gave him the highest of praise when he would do something nice for her.  It made him feel special to have someone like that in his life.  It felt like his life had purpose, like he had someone to live for, to protect.  Now, however, he was starting to feel quite the opposite.  Being oppressed all the time and yelled at made him feel low, like he was just a tool for Cindy to control.  It felt like his purpose was gone.

“Wow, look at that, honey!”  Richard’s mind had snapped out of his thinking and his depressive thoughts as Cindy spoke to him and was pointing out the window of the car.  Regaining his focus, he realized that they were almost to the forest that held their cabin.  Almost being at their destination was a relief to him, but what he saw above the forest did not bring such relief to his mind or Cindy’s.   High above the forest were dark storm clouds, darker than he’d ever seen before.  His eyes widened as he looked at them, trying to figure out where they fit into the weather conditions.

The clouds, themselves, seemed to be fixated on the forest, and nothing else.  The sun was shining elsewhere, but these looming clouds were perfectly still, hovering over the forest, as if to show that there was some sort of danger within.  The clouds were also different-looking than either of them had ever seen before.  Neither could quite put their finger on it, but it almost looked like they were a dark shade of Indigo, something that was unheard of in clouds around this area.

Richard stared at the clouds as they stopped the car as the entrance of the forest.  “What in the world do you thin-WHOA!”  Richard’s head flew back and hit the back of his seat and Cindy’s feet slipped off the table, hitting his lap as they saw an immense lightning bolt shoot down into the forest.  His hands were forced down, gripping onto Cindy’s ankles, almost in fear of the situation.  Cindy looked over at him for a second, raising her eyebrow.  He was willingly touching her feet.  That was a first…

After a second, Richard was breathing heavily and he looked over at Cindy.  “N-Nick and Hannah might be in that!  We have to-“   “YES!” interrupted Cindy, trying to take charge of the situation as she jerked her feet out of Richard’s grip and kicked him in the gut.  “Now let’s go see!  Hit that gas pedal, now!  Go Go Go!”

Richard grunted from the pain of the blow, but quickly grabbed the steering wheel and slammed on the Gas, speeding into the forest, hoping that his friends were safe…

Nick and Hannah had both not even bothered unpacking the car when they’d come inside the cabin.  Circumstances made it so that neither of them wanted to venture back outside, for reasons they found out a few minutes after they’d come inside.  At first, however, they were only set on getting inside and having Nick dropping Hannah off on a bed so she could get some rest.  She was a heavy sleeper and had wanted to get caught up on the sleep she’d missed by getting up a little extra early that morning.

Nick had slowly walked into the small cabin.  As his shoes creaked on the wood floor, he looked at his surroundings.  Beside the door was a tri-pedal coat rack, a closet, and a hallway with several doors on each side.  He looked from side to side, hoping to find the bedrooms quickly so he could deposit his girlfriend and let her get some rest.  Although he loved having her in his arms, he knew she needed a bed to sleep in, and he intended to be getting some things ready while she caught up on her sleep, assuming she would let him.

As he walked through the cabin, he found a door on the right side of the hall, the 2nd from the entrance door that read “Bed 1”.  Assuming that’s where he was going, he pushed his arm forward, letting Hannah’s legs resting on the crevice above his elbow as he nervously grabbed the handle.  His arm shook slightly, his eyes going back and forth between the doorknob and her legs.  He didn’t want to accidentally drop her, so he messed with the knob and got the door open as quickly as he could.  After a few seconds, he did get the handle turned and the door to the bedroom flew open.

Regaining his hold on Hannah’s long, smooth legs, he walked forward and the two of them entered the bedroom.  Inside was a small, square desk against the right wall, one queen-sized bed against the left wall, and a cross-divided window against the back wall, showing some scenery of the forest that surrounded the cabin.  Hannah started to stir as they walked in and Nick approached the bed to the side.  Opening her mouth, she let out a soft, long yawn as she looked at Nick with a smile on her face.

“Hey, Nick, is this our room?”  Her question and tone of voice made a smile creep to Nick’s face.  He watched as she was looking up at him, hanging onto his neck as he held her, and it made him blush for a moment.  Being this close to his lovely Hannah was wonderful, especially with him awake and speaking with him.  He got butterflies in his stomach for a moment and he nodded to her, confirming that it was, indeed, their room.  “Yes, honey.  This window, this bed, this desk, it’s ours for this trip.  Would you like to lie down on the bed and catch up on your rest?”

Hannah took a deep breath as her eyes scanned from Nick’s smiling face to the window.  As she did so, she thought she saw a glimpse of some cloud’s swiftly moving over the forest.  She blinked for a moment, wondering what they could mean, but soon looked back at Nick and returned his nod.  Clouds could be worried about later.  She let out another yawn as the sleepiness came into her head, once again.  “Yes, Nick.  I’d like that.  Could you set me down on the bed, please?”

Nick almost started to laugh at her polite way of asking him to put her on the bed.  Her politeness was one of the reasons why he was glad she’d chosen him to go out with, or so he thought.  The woman was many things that he liked.  She was tall, pretty, but her politeness was something that he’d loved ever since they hung out together in school.  A lot of girls were snobby and rude, but Hannah was always nice, kind, and very polite with everyone.  He considered her to be a blessing, and considered himself lucky to have her to himself. 

He made his way over to the bed and set her down, bringing some white blankets that were at the foot of the bed over her, up to her shoulders.  After letting her go, he patted on the pillow her head was on to make sure she was comfy as she adjusted to this bed.  Leaning forward, he gave her a soft kiss on the forehead and whispered to her.  “Sleep well, my darling.  I’ll be bringing the stuff in if you need me.”  Hannah was smiling towards Nick as he began to pull his face away, but something happened within the next few moments that changed her mind about not needing him. 

An immense flash of light flew in the window as a thunderbolt could be seen coming down near the forest.  The clap of thunder flew through both their eardrums and made Hannah scream.  Her arms immediately flew up, grabbing Nick by the shoulders and yanked his body down onto the bed.  He yelped as he was forced down, but Hannah didn’t stop.  Her arms completely wrapped around him and they moved to his stomach, holding him tightly against her own body. 

Hannah’s eyes were quivering and she was shaking as she held her boyfriend into her and the sheets that covered her, fear coming through her entire being.  The thunder had scared her to death and she was not willing to let Nick go.  “I need you now, Nick!  I…I…that scared me!  I need my big, soft Teddy Nick here with me.  Don’t…don’t go out in that storm!”

Nick was a little frightened by the thunder as well, though he was more afraid of his girlfriend, suffocating him with her strong grip.  As tall as Hannah was, she was strong as well.  When something scared her, like this, she had the strength of many Hannahs.  He couldn’t break free from her grip, nor did he want to.  He simply let her hold him there and agreed with her.  “Alright, honey, I’ll stay here with you.  There’s nothing to worry about.”

The two of them started to get comfortable, hanging onto one another, but everything was, most certainly, not fine.  High above the cabin, another bolt of thunder shot down from the dark clouds that were above them, striking then cabin.  The two of them screamed as purple light surrounded their room and held onto one another, closing their eyes, a nervous feeling in their guts, not knowing the true implications of what they were about to go through…

Nick and Hannah had both been scared by the storm.  That first lightning bolt looked like it had hit near the cabin, which only heightened their fears worse.  Hannah had always been afraid of lightning storms, and Nick had known all too well that he’d have to stay there on the bed with her for quite awhile when she’d grabbed him and latched him to her.  However, the next lightning bolt sent a wave of fear through both Hannah and Nick both, as would the effects this one had on the two of them.

As soon as the second bolt of lightning struck, the entire cabin began to violently shake around the young couple.  From the first impact, both Hannah and Nick had gotten knocked off the bed.  As they fell off, they didn’t try to stock their fall.  Instead, the two of them did the only thing they could do, when scared.  They held onto each other even tighter as they hit the floor, sending some minor, bruising pains through their bodies.  They’d landed on their sides and they were both whimpering, hanging onto one another, hoping that all of this would end soon.

Soon enough, just as they hoped, it did end.  The flash of light that had been spawned by that bolt of lightning slowly faded.  Both Nick’s and Hannah’s bodies were filled with shivers and aching pains as they held onto one another.  Neither had their eyes open, and neither wanted to.  That was, without a doubt, the most fearful lightning storm they’d been a part of, and they didn’t want to be separated from one another or look to see what had happened to the cabin.  For all they knew, there was a giant hole above them from where the lightning had hit the house.  They just clung to each other and eventually fell asleep in each other’s arms.

After a very short nap, both Nick and Hannah started to wake up.  Their grips upon one another had slowed down and let go as they lay on the cold, wood floor.  With a yawn, Nick was the first of the two to get up.  He rubbed over his eyes and blinked.  That experience had definitely been something else, but it seemed the two of them were still alive and kicking.  He looked at Hannah for a moment and smiled down to her, ready to tell her that everything was alright.  Unfortunately for him, all he got from her was a shocked look on her face.

Hannah’s eyes had bolted open as she woke up.  She saw Nick looked over her, but she saw something absolutely terrifying above them.  Nick was asking her what the problem was, and all she could do was grabbing onto him and pull him down against her again.  Turning his head, he was curious as to what was so wrong with her at that moment.  After turning, however, he found out something that he wasn’t exactly excited about finding out.  He gasped as he looked above them to see what was going on, and he just couldn’t believe it.

Nick held even tightly onto Hannah as he closed his eyes, shook his head, looked at her for a second, and then back up.  His entire body was shaking, and so was hers, as they looked above them.  Right next to their bodies was a structure, or at least, what looked like a structure.  It was a pillar that looked at least a hundred feet tall, maybe even more, connected to a wall that went to near infinite space in another direction.  The two of them blinked and stayed in their laying position for as long as they could, trying to figure out just what was going on.

Before long, they decided that they needed to get up.  Nick was the first up and he nervously held his hand out towards Hannah.  Taking his hand, she stood up and began to speak, a little fidgety in her voice.  “N-Nick?  Weren’t we just in a cabin?!  W-Where is this?”  Nick looked her in the eye and wanted to give her an answer.  Unfortunately, he didn’t have one for her.  He had no idea where they were.  “I…don’t know, honey.  The last thing I remember was that freak storm and then I woke up here, with you, an- WHHHAA! “

Nick nearly fell over as he saw something behind Hannah when his eyes had wandered from her vision as he spoke.  Falling onto his butt as he saw the immense object behind her, he pointed towards it and motioned for her to look.  She turned around and fell down onto her own butt, right into Nick’s lap as she saw the object.  Nick wrapped his arms around Hannah’s stomach as they both processed what they were seeing.  It was huge, the size of a car, if not bigger, but the shape was unmistakable.  As much as they couldn’t believe it, they were looking at some sort of giant, fluffy slipper.

Both their hearts were beating out of control, ready to burst out of their chests at any time.  Nick’s hold on Hannah was tight, but weak.  Both of them were contemplating their situation, but they both knew exactly what happened.  They just didn’t want to believe it.  There had been a pink slipper right next to the bed in the cabin when they’d come in.  As they looked around, many things were blurred, because they were so far away, but they could make out the objects.  The desk, the doorway, the floor.  They were still in the cabin bedroom.  The only difference is, they were a lot shorter than they once were.

“W-What are we going to do, Nick?!”  Hannah turned herself around and pushed herself into her boyfriend’s chest, scared out of her mind.  Nick did the best to hold onto her, but his train of thought was stopped as they both felt something.  The floor was moving around them.  Every fiber in their being shook, along with the ground, as if an earthquake had come. 

They didn’t have to ponder what was happening for long.  After a few quick shakes, Nick’s entire body quivered as he saw something that terrified him.  In the doorway, stood Cindy, Richard’s wife.  She had a bag in her hand and looked like an immense skyscraper to them.  Whatever they were going to do, it had to be done fast.

The trees whizzed by as Richard put the gas pedal straight to the floor, violently driving into the forest.  The storm clouds and that bolt of lightning had been enough to worry not only Richard, but Cindy as well.  She’d promptly yelled and ordered him to go faster and head in to see if Nick and Hannah were safe.  His mind was racing as he sped through the forest, but her reaction just goes to show that even the most sadistic of people can be realistic and caring, given the right circumstances. 

The rain was pounding down, but didn’t seem nearly bad enough for a storm of the magnitude that it seemed to be when they’d first witnessed it.  Things only got weirder from there.  With them speeding through the forest, the dirt road didn’t seem slick at all.  It was as if it weren’t raining at all.  By the time they’d seen the cabin in front of them, even the rain had stopped.  The dark clouds were gone from the sky, as if they’d literally disappeared into thin air.  Richard started slowing down as they came closer to the cabin, a bad feeling in his gut.  There was something weird about this whole situation.  He didn’t know what it was, but something was off.

As the car rolled to a stop, right behind a small red car, they took a look through the now-dry windshield to see the situation at the cabin.  They couldn’t see any wet spots on the wood of the cabin or the car in front of them.  Richard raised an eyebrow as he took in the situation.  “This is…a little weird.  Wasn’t it just raining?  None of this makes sense.”  He took a deep breath as Cindy looked up towards the cabin.  She squinted her eyes as she looked up towards the roof.  Her squinted eyes soon widened again as she saw smoke coming from the top.

“Richard!  There’s smoke coming from the cabin.  It must have been struck by that lightning!  They might be right in the middle of that!”  Richard looked over and shook his head as he, too, saw the smoke Cindy spoke of.  Quickly unbuckling both himself and Cindy, he yanked the keys out of the ignition in agreement.  “You’re right.  We’ve got to get in there and see if they’re alright.  I’m sure that’s their car in front of us.  The door’s wide open, too.  I don’t like this, Cindy, I don-”

Richard’s statement was cut short when he tried to open the door.  The latch came loose, but the door wouldn’t budge at all.  He tried pushing on it to get it open as Cindy had already opened her door and gotten out with one of the bags she’d brought with her.  She looked in the window and raised her own eyebrow towards him.  “What’s taking you so long?!  They might be in trouble!  Hurry up, already!”  Thos intimidating words, along with the worries about Nick and Hannah was forcing Richard to push as hard as he could.  He checked the locks, but the door just wouldn’t open.

As he continued his struggle with the door, he had to stop to catch his breath.  Looking over, he saw a frustrated Cindy looking in at him.  He shook his head for a moment as he began to speak, aiming to let her know what was going on.  “It’s jammed!  I can’t get it open.  I’ll just have to crawl across and come out your sid-”  Richard was about to begin crawling across the car to get out on the passenger’s side when Cindy sent him a response, her frustration building up.

“Forget it, Richard!  You stay here and fix whatever you did to the door.  I’ll go and see if those two are alright myself.  I wouldn’t want to work you too hard!”  The sarcasm in Cindy’s voice was ever-apparent as she turned around and stormed away from the car, not even bothering to put her shoes back on.  Richard sat in his seat for a moment, watching her and thinking.  He really didn’t like this.  A seemingly-fake storm, smoke coming from the cabin, and now his door was jamming.  What did it all mean, if anything?  After waiting and catching his breath, he turned and went back to trying to get the door open, hoping that his two friends were alright.

Cindy, stomped through the cabin, the frustration of Richard’s door-jamming still up in her head.  Although some may not have been able to tell, she was terribly worried about her friends.  However, those two friends might not be seeing it that way, after they see how she was about to greet them.  She stomped through the house, her bare feet impacting the wood hard enough that even she could feel the vibrations she was creating.  She didn’t care, though.  She was upset, and planned to take that frustration out.

As she walked by the rooms, she stopped when she looked in one of the bedrooms.  The bed looked like it had been previously used.  Nick and Hannah might have been in this room.  She started walking into the room, her rage toning down slightly.  However, it didn’t last very long.  She set her bag down in the doorway and proceeded halfway across the room before she stopped.  She’d been looking downwards at the time and when she stopped, her feet were right next to one of the bed posts.

As she looked down at her feet, she saw what looked like two large bugs on the floor, right in front of her.  She stared at them for a second.  She couldn’t see, just, what they were.  The vision down there was a little blurry, but it looked like they were slightly moving towards her.  One of them nudged into one of her toes and she immediately yanked it back, in disgust. 

“EW!  BUGS!  This cabin is dirtier than I thought it was!  I’m on an important task, looking for my friends.  You are not part of the plan, so say hello to my foot!”  Within a moment, Cindy had gotten frustrated at what she thought were two tiny insects.  She began to raise her bare foot into the air, right above them, not even realizing that she was aiming to smash the very people she came into the cabin to find…

Nick and Hannah were absolutely shocked when they’d first seen Cindy’s towering form in the doorway.  It was completely shocking to see the world so gigantic, let alone a real person so big.  They were still on the ground, staring in awe of her.  She was a relatively short person, under normal conditions, but now, she seemed like an immense skyscraper, a huge building that towered over them.  They weren’t sure what they should do in this situation.  They were on the floor, no more than a few inches in height, and a titanic woman was about to enter the room.  Should they try to get her attention?

Unfortunately, things didn’t play out exactly as they had hoped.  They were about to get up and move when Cindy took a step into the room.  As her shoeless foot stepped down on the floor, the world shook around Nick and Hannah.  Their movements to get up were immediately thwarted and they fell back down to the ground.  The impact of just one step felt like a tremor to them.  This was a bad situation as they fell down and wrapped themselves in each others’ arms, now hoping that Cindy wouldn’t come anywhere near them.

Another footfall shook the ground again and made Hannah cling tighter to her boyfriend as she watched Cindy coming closer.  She’d nearly made it halfway between the doorway and them with two simple steps.  As her nerves were going off, she nervousness said something as she held onto Nick.  “H-Honey…is that…is that..Cindy?!”  Nick’s eyes had also been glued to Cindy’s towering form as she walked forward, creating tremors around them.  “I…think so!  But…she’s coming this way!  Hannah…we should probably try to move.  We need to find some sort of safe place to go!”

Hannah was terribly frightened, but deep down, she knew he was right.  Cindy was now an incredible force to be reckoned with, and they couldn’t risk staying out in the open.  They were right next to the bed, so their best bet was to run and hide to avoid being stepped on by their giant friend.  They began to get up, but it was already too late.  With a third step, Cindy’s foot had come closer then they’d anticipated.  It impacted the ground, directly in front of them and brought them to the floor, once again.  Hannah screamed as she saw the foot in front of her.

Cindy’s feet were still, in front of them, but she was already hitting them with one of the bad realities of being small.  As soon as the foot had come close, an overwhelming stench had filtered into the air.  The sour smell of worn socks infiltrated the area around Nick and Hannah as they forced themselves up.  They had initially thought to get up and out of the way right away, but the stench had stopped them right in their tracks.  It smelled sour and like they were trapped in a giant pile of dirty socks and shoes.

The pair were coughing and choking on the smell as they tried to hold their standing positions.  It didn’t last long, though.  Within moments of getting the smell into her system, Hannah tripped forward and fell right into the big toe of Cindy’s left foot.  She yelped as she hit it, and soon hit the ground as the colossal object moved back.  Hannah’s head bumped into the ground and she quickly looked up.  Nick had come forward, trying to pick her up when he looked up and saw what she did.  Cindy was looking down, right at them.

Their plans, for the moment, had changed.  The two of them tried to get up, all while holding their breath, and waved their arms at Cindy, in the hopes of her recognizing them.  They couldn’t scream to her, because of all the effects the smell of her feet had been causing them thus far.  All they could do was jump and wave, hoping for a reaction.  They did get a reaction, but it wasn’t one of their liking.  She called down to them, calling them bugs, and talked about how she was looking for them.  Before long, they had one of those gigantic feet hovering over them, with the intention of smashing them into the ground.

All of their hopes had been washes away as they saw the foot coming into the air and Cindy telling them that she was about to squash them into nothingness.  Hannah froze in place, but Nick maintained what sanity he could.  He grabbed her arm and started yanking her to the side, screaming “RUN!” to her.  They didn’t have much time to move and Cindy definitely had a size advantage on them.  They ran and ran as fast as they could, hearing surges of wind being thrown to the side as the foot descended.

The shadow quickly overtook both of them, and time was running out.  They only had a few seconds before her foot would come crashing down and ground them into paste.  As a last ditch effort, Nick pulled Hannah into his arms and leapt forward, heading towards the bed.  As he jumped, he took a leap of faith and closed his eyes, holding onto his beloved and prayed that they could make it through all of this.  Their lives were on the line and he couldn’t let them die like this. 

They heard a loud crashing noise from behind him and felt a rush of wind blowing against them.  They lost their contact with the ground and rolled several feet under the bed.  As they landed, Nick looked back and saw Cindy’s foot, having impacted the ground, them not under it.  He let out a sigh of relief as he was nearly suffocated to death.  Hannah’s arms had wrapped around him like a coiling snake and she start crying over his shoulder. 

Nick did the only thing he could do in this situation.  He held her tight against him and let her cry on his shoulder.  He patted her on the back and whispered to her.  “It’s okay, honey.  We’re safe now.”  He then closed his eyes and hoped that his statement about safety would hold true.

Cindy had raised her foot over those two little bugs that were right in front of her in the bedroom she'd walked into. Her mind was in conflict, between the bugs and with looking for her friends. She wanted to find her friends, but after that one bug had, literally, fallen right onto her foot, she felt a few things. She was absolutely frustrated that a lowly being like a bug would even think about touching her feet, especially with how much respect she had for them with what she did with them with her husband, but she also wanted to punish them for coming near her and stopped her search. 

With her foot raised, she wanted, very much, to smash the life out of those little insects. She didn't really understand why, but maybe her assertive nature was coming out in this frustration. She wanted to make them pay for touching her feet. She'd done this before, though. She used to smash bugs at home all the time. Whenever Richard wasn't around and she'd see some sort of creature waltzing around the house, she'd take care of it by thrusting her foot down into it and then taking care of it later. While it's true that she always had to clean her feet off later, but the feeling of having something under her foot was worth it.

This same feeling was expected to happen as she threatened the two bugs on the floor and began to thrust her foot downward. As it came down, even she could feel the tremor that her stomping action had caused in the floor. As it did hit the floor, though, something was missing for Cindy. She was expecting to feel something being flattened underneath her sole, but she didn't feel anything at all. She had a curious look on her face before she began to pick her foot up to inspect both it and the floor, seeing if she'd even gotten the bugs at all.

As her foot was lifting into the air, she looked at it for a moment and noticed that it looked positively clean, for the most part. There was a little bit of dirt and dust on it, but there weren't any smashed bugs. She frowned for a second as she realized she had completely missed the two bugs that were on the floor, or what she thought were bugs. Thankfully, for them, luck was not on Cindy's side at that moment, or she and Richard would never have been able to find their friends. They would simply not realize that they would be stains on the bottom of Cindy's bare foot.

Putting her foot back down on the ground, she got down to her knees and started looking around the floor, trying to find those little insects. She didn't know why, but she really wanted to find them and punish them for what they'd done to her. Her mind was completely losing concentration, now that her feet were involved in the thought patterns. She lost all interest in looking for her friends, and only wanted to find those little bugs. Her eyes scanned the area under the bed, looking for those two.

Nick and Hannah were still cuddled up under the bed, and Nick tried his best not to start shaking as he saw Cindy's huge face looking under the bed, trying to find them. He tightened his grip on Hannah and watched Cindy's actions. He was getting very scared at that giant friend of hers, thinking they were bugs, and she was obviously looking for them now. The statement of them touching her foot being an offense bothered Nick, though. Why would you get so angry over something just accidentally touching your foot? It didn't make any sense.

As he thought more and more about it, it actually did start to make sense. Nick remembered discussing Cindy with Hannah before, and Hannah always had this weird grudge against her, for whatever reason. She always talked about how she wasn't good enough for Richard, and that there was something weird about her. He never really paid much attention to it, at first, but after seeing her recent behavior, he started thinking otherwise. Maybe Hannah was onto something, after all. He just wished that this wasn't the situation where he finally realized it in, when they were being hunted by her.

The lights in the room were out from the storm, which helped the tiny couple a lot as their giant friend was still on the hunt for them. Cindy looked under the bed for a good few minutes before finally moving her head, realizing that it was much too dark to see anything at all. She sighed and stood, creating a couple new tremors that Nick and Hannah felt all too strongly. She started walking off, muttering to herself about a flashlight.

Nick and Hannah both heard what she said and they immediately started reacting. Hannah's head popped up and looked Nick in the eyes. She nervously whimpered to him as he picked both of them up. “D-Did she say...flashlight?! Is she...still...after us?!” Hannah was on the verge of tears at the thought of their friend wanting to hunt after them, like they were nothing but insects on the floor, living to be crushed, and Nick wanted to cry, too, but he knew he couldn't. He had to stay strong, for Hannah.

Quickly taking his girlfriend's hand, he started running towards the edge of the bed, looking for someplace to hide. “We've got to find a place to hide, Hannah. If she comes back with a flashlight, we're dead! There's got to be something....somewhere we can...wait! There! Look, her bag!”

They both looked forward and saw that the bag Cindy had dropped in the room had a hole on the bottom side. Nick had began to run towards it as Hannah tried to protest beyond her tears. “B-B-But...that's Cindy's bag! Wouldn't that be...more dangerous than just finding a place to hide here?!”

Nick understood her hesitation, but he still insisted on it. “There is no place to hide, if she brings a flashlight! Would you rather be down on the floor, by those big feet, or safely tucked away in a bag?” Hannah didn't say another word as the two ran further, quickly squeezing into the bag Cindy had left in the room...

Nick and Hannah had squeezed their way into the hole in Cindy’s bag, assuming it to be safer than the floor, since Cindy was, for some reason, wanting to find the ‘bugs’ she’d found on the floor.  All they did was bump into her.  Was it really that big of a deal to go out of her way to instill vengeance for that?  They didn’t know, and they didn’t want to find out.  The sooner they could get out of this scenario and figure out a way out of the mess they’d been put in, the better.

The bag was pretty dark, and they felt a lot of soft materials around them.  They weren’t sure what the stuff was in this bag, but all they knew was that it was safe.  They burrowed in a little further, trying to push away this soft material before stopping, a good distance from the hole, and wrapped up in each other’s arms, once again.  They could hear footsteps coming from the other room , and they just held onto each other, both scared out of their minds from everything that had just happened.

Hannah clung to Nick for support and was on the verge of a break down.  She wasn’t having a good time, dealing with all of this at all.  As her arms clenched around his body, she spoke to him.  “Nick…honey, I…that couldn’t have been Cindy.  No, I don’t believe that she would ever want to do that to us, or anyone!  This is all just a dream, it has to be!  We’re not really this small.  We’re still on the cabin bed…we’re still wrapped up in each other’s arms.  I’m holding onto you as we dream this nightmare.  Any second now, we’re both going to wake up and everything will be-”

Hannah’s optimistic statement was interrupted by a loud, echoed voice from the world beyond where they now were.  “I know you’re here, little bugs.  I’ll find you, and I will make you pay for bumping into my foot.  You’re going to go squish before the night is done!”  Hannah immediately stopped, yelped, and squeezed her boyfriend in, even tighter.  Her entire body was shaking in fear, and she needed something, anything to comfort her.  “I..I’m scared.”  She couldn’t take much more of this from Cindy.  Even though she wasn’t near them, it was killing her spirit.

Nick was shaking, too, not understanding any of this.  Why was Cindy so determined to kill a couple bugs that just randomly bumped into her and ran away?  What could possibly be driving her to do this?  He didn’t care to think about it, knowing that his girlfriend was shaking and about to have a break down.  He held her as tight as he could, and brushed along her hair as they held their position, lying together in a giant heap of clothing. He had to say something, though.  He had to say something that could help comfort her.

He gave her a kiss on the cheek for a moment, and then said what he could.  “I’m…scared, too, honey.  All of this is so…frightening and scary and it’s all just…it’s just a huge mess.  I know how horrible things seem right now, but we’ll figure a way out of this…even if we have to spend the entire vacation here trying to figure a solution out, we will find one.  If something comes about that can make us this small, there’s bound to be something else that will help return us.”

Nick then gave her another kiss, trying to comfort her body as much as he could.  “Even though things seem bad…we still have each other.  I’m right here, by your side, Hannah.  I’m here for you, and I always will be.  No matter what happens, I will never leave your side.  Not even a giant, revenge-filled Cindy could separate us.  We’ll figure this out, all of it, and we’ll do it together.  The two of us are a team, remember?  We can overcome anything, as long as we stick together.  I love you, Hannah, and I promise I won’t let anything happen to you.”

It was hard to get through to Hannah, but, with all those words that came from Nick, her breakdown let up, if just for a moment, to let all of that in.  She was having a horrific time with all of this, and needed someone to support her.  Nick was her boyfriend and, even though she was still in love with Richard, he was her friend and his words were piercing her being.  His dedication was admirable and he had to have a lot of courage to try and remain so calm during a traumatic event, such as this.  There was a giant woman in the room, trying to kill them, and he was more focused on making sure she was okay, than breaking down, himself.

Hannah didn’t know what to say to this.  Nick was being absolutely wonderful to her, as they lay in each other’s arms.  She knew it wasn’t the time or place, but she softly whispered to him.  “N-Nick…thank you…”  As she stopped whispering, she turned her head and began to move her hands towards Nick’s face.  She stopped when she met his cheeks and turned it, shoving her head forward.  Within moments, she had found him and locked lips with him, giving him a long, affectionate kiss, for everything he was doing.

As the two kissed, a second set of foot steps was approaching the room.  They had not taken notice of this until they had heard a second voice coming into the room.  As they slowly made out with one another in the bag, they heard Richard’s voice filling the room, calling out to Cindy.  “Cindy, what are you doing on the floor with that flashlight?  Aren’t we supposed to be looking for our friends?  Have you found Nick and Hannah yet?” 

The two shrunken friends stopped kissing and tried to carefully listen as they realized that Richard was in the room as well, and he was set on finding them.   They held onto one another as they awaited to see what the two of them would do next…

The situation of the cabin from the inside of Cindy's bag had turned incredibly affectionate, by the time Richard came into the house, finally. Those two shrunken people had shared a special moment and, in the middle of being scared out of their mind, had started to make out, loving each other. The idea of being there for each other, and forgetting about the disaster around them, was memorable. Nick had truly touched a spot in Hannah, despite the fact that Hannah didn't entirely love him. Not the way he loved her, at least.

The moment was wonderful, but stopped as soon as they'd heard those loud, booming sounds and the echoed voice of Richard entering the room, asking Cindy what she was doing, rather than looking for their friends. Their two friends hung onto one another and listened as the two giant people conversed with one another, and wondered what they were planning to do about their search. Obviously, Nick and Hannah knew that they were a lot close to the people looking for them than Richard and Cindy knew. The only problem was trying to get them to realize it was them and not a couple bugs.

Cindy slowly got to her feet and held the flashlight by her side as she looked at it, and then looked at Richard. She had an embarrassed look on her face and tried to hold in her feelings. With the honest truth in mind, she'd completely forgotten about looking for their friends. All she had cared about was finding and punishing those little creatures for touching her feet. She couldn't tell Richard that, though. Even though he was submissive and would listen to her, that story would be a little embarrassing to tell. 'Oh, sorry. I forgot about our friends because some bugs ran across the floor and I wanted to kick their asses' wouldn't fly.

Cindy took a moment to clear her throat, trying to think up a reason as to why she might have been on the floor, looking under the bed. There had to be something she could say that would not make Richard think she had completely forgotten about the two friends they were worried sick about a few minutes before. She collected her thoughts as quickly as she could, and tried to respond as confidently as possible. “Well, R-Richard...I saw that this door was open, and I was looking for them in here! It was dark, so I got a flashlight to see better!”

Richard had watched Cindy the entire time. He knew, all too well, that what Cindy just fed him was a pack of lies. The clearing of her throat assured him of that. Many times, when someone clears their throat right before talking about something they don't want to talk about, they don't actually have something in their throat. They are just doing it, so they can try to think up some lie to tell you. That was a lesson he'd learned a long time ago, when he was still in school. There were many habits people had when they thought up lies, and that was a big one.

“Cindy...” said Richard, in an almost-disappointed tone. He wanted to just shake his head at the lie she'd fed him. He knew that she had some other reason for what she was doing, but frankly, he didn't want to know what it was. All he wanted was to find their friends. He frowned towards her and looked around the room, scanning it, for a moment. After finishing his scan, he looked towards her and sighed. As he did so, however, she started getting angry with him. Her tone of voice and expression changed and she started to yell at him, like she oftentimes did.

“What's that look for?! Don't you look at ME like that, Richard! Don't get mad at me, just because we haven't found those two yet. I'm the one's who's been burning up all of her relaxing time, where I could be having you rubbing and pampering my feet, looking for our dear, lost friends. You were out in the car, trying to open up your door that 'accidentally' jammed! You weren't in here, helping your dear wife look, while she was out on her aching, tired feet! So, don't you even start with me! Ugh...you know, Richard, I can't believe you. Once we're done and find those two, you two are going to have to make it up to me.”

Richard sighed. He knew what “You're going to have to make it up to me” meant. He, more than likely, would be spending part of the night, if not the entire night tonight, at his wife's feet. Whenever he spoke up and really upset her, she didn't let him off easy. He'd be sleeping at her feet, not able to move at all. He wouldn't get any sleep until she did. When she pulled this, he was forced to kiss her feet and her toes for as long as she was awake and enjoying the pampering. His mind was disgusted as he nodded, with a simple “Yes, honey.”

He immediately turned away and tried to go alone with what she had said as best he could. He hated it when she did this to him, but the guilt trip hit him every single time. She was right, in a way. He wasn't inside, looking for his dear friends. He had been trying to fix that door on the car. The feelings were coming up in him and he started walking away to try to busy himself and stop thinking about things too hard. “I'll...go look for them. Why don't you just get off your feet and unpack? Take a nice shower and I'll try to find them by the time you get out.”

“That's better.” said Cindy, as Richard walked out of the room. As soon as he was out of sight, she picked up the back she'd come in with and set it down on the bed. Sitting down next to it, she opened it and started digging through the clothes, getting everything out to take a shower, as her husband had suggested...

Nick and Hannah held onto each other as best they could as the bag they were hiding in was picked up and taken over to the bed. Everything was rumbling and shaking as they were taken for this ride. Hannah yelped the moment everything started moving. They'd both heard what Richard had said before he had walked off. He told Cindy to start unpacking and to get ready for a shower while he looked for the two of them. He had no idea that he was standing right next to them, only moments before. After all, how could he have known that they were only inches tall and hiding in a bag?

There was no way he could have known and no way the two of them could have known that they were about to be alone with Cindy again. They shivered as they heard the pounding of Richard's footsteps as he left the room, along with the footsteps of Cindy as she walked the bag over to the bed and prepared to unpack it. This was not going to be a pleasant day for them. They needed to get out and away from Cindy, once again. After having almost died from her, they didn't want her to be the one to find them. That was the last thing they wanted right now.

Cindy let out a yawn as she sat on the bed and unzipped the top of her bag. She sighed as she thought about what Richard had just told her. She really wished he had not come back in just now. She had wanted to keep looking for those little bugs, for whatever reason. Nonetheless, she didn't want him to know she was hunting little bugs. She started reaching into her bag, pulling out various clothes, intending to take a shower, just as Richard had suggested to her. Despite being so incompetent, sometimes, at least in her eyes, he did have good ideas on what she could do for herself.

As the bag had opened, the couple covered each others' ears. The zipper sounded like a chainsaw from high above them. Nothing around them changed at first, so they assumed that the lights were still out in the cabin. As small as they were, they would surely see some light pouring in, were the lights in the room on. Unfortunately, it didn't, so they had no idea what they were up against. They knew it was soft, but just about anything could be soft. They would have to wait until Cindy took some of the stuff out of this bag to find out for sure.

The two of them had lowered the grip they had on each other as they heard rustling from above them, sounding like cars and trucks piling down the road. Little by little, the articles of clothing were being removed from the bag. They still couldn't see any light, though, so they wondered if they were going to be able to find out where they were at all. What if Cindy didn't end up taking out whatever they were around? That actually wouldn't be a bad option, since that would avoid her finding them. For the moment, however, their eyes were scanning the area around them, waiting to make movements, would they need to.

Cindy was sitting by the bed, slowly taking out her clothing. At the top of her bag was a pair of panties, a bra, and a pile of shirts. She took them all out, one at a time, setting them on the bed as neatly as she could. She didn't say a word or make a sound as she unpacked her bag. She had no one to talk to, anyways, unless those little bugs were still around somewhere. Thanks to Richard's entrance to the house, however, they were probably long gone by now. As she went through more and more clothes, she got down to where her socks were and accidentally nudged against the bag as she got to that area.

As the bag got nudged, it felt like the world was shaking around Nick and Hannah. Light was finally shining down onto them, making them both realize that they were both laying around a giant pile of socks. The impact forced them away from one another. Hannah screamed as she fell backwards, away from Nick. He tried to run after her, but she fell off the main pile and plummeted straight down, into one of the open socks from down below. Nick screamed and looked over the edge as he saw his girlfriend screaming, reaching for him as the abyss of the sock with the purple stripes swallowed her up.

“Hannah! Hold on, I'm coming!” Nick was getting up, ready to jump down towards the sock to help get his girlfriend to safety when a giant wall of flesh flew down, past him. It nearly smacked him, tumbling him down in the opposite direction. After rolling and hitting the edge of the bag, he looked up and saw Cindy's hand pulling a pair of socks out of the bag. As he got a look at them, he noticed that they had purple stripes on them. Every nerve in his body activated all at once, realizing that Cindy had just kidnapped the socks that Hannah was stuck in. What if she put those socks on?! Poor Hannah would be crushed! He scrambled to his feet and made his way to the other side of the bag, trying to find a way to get out and help Hannah, before it was too late.

Cindy sat on the bed and looked at her two socks. She held them down by her feet, taking a look. “Hmm...do I really want to hide my gorgeous little tootsies in these socks today? I dunno, maybe.” As she tried to make a decision, she carelessly threw the socks onto the bed, next to her, and reached back into the bag, digging for more clothing.

Hannah was beyond afraid as she tumbled down into Cindy's sock. She screamed as she rolled against the soft fabric, feeling her body getting lost, further and further into that white abyss. She impacted the toe end of the sock as her body started shivering. She'd seen where she was going, from the moment the bag shifted and she fell. The entire place she was in made her being quake with fear. These socks belonged on Cindy's feet, the same feet that had almost killed both her and Nick. It was no question that this was one of the last places she wanted to be right now.

She could hear Nick off, in the distance, saying that he was coming for her. It was brief, and she held onto the hope until a dark shadow blocked the light that came from the opening of the sock. Her entire world tumbled around as Cindy picked the sock up and out of the bag. She screamed and held her hands to her face as everything was moving. She felt like she was on some roller coaster with how much she was traveling. She only prayed that, when it all stopped, she would be safe and sound.

Fate did not have that kind of situation in mind for Hannah, though. As soon as light came back into the sock, she saw ten huge toes, directly in front of it. Her entire body tensed up and she looked around, hoping there were holes somewhere, anywhere in the sock. “No...No, no! Cindy! Cindy, please don't! I'm down here! Your friend, Hannah!” She'd been lying about the 'friend' part. She really hated Cindy for marrying Richard, but she was desperate and wanted out of this situation. There was no way she wanted to become a human insole for Cindy.

She shook, but soon stopped as the sock moved again. She heard Cindy's voice, calling her toes 'gorgeous' and then everything was spinning, far worse than before. Cindy had carelessly tossed the sock onto the bed. It, and Hannah, landed with a thud. Hannah's body was slowly pushing itself up as she landed. She felt pain going through her back, and she finally saw that she'd landed just in front of the opening of the sock. She was saved! Or so she thought, anyways. She got up and ran her little self out of the sock and jumped out onto the comforter outside.

She took deep breaths, thankful that she had managed to get free of becoming Cindy's personal insole. Her respite didn't last long, though. She felt the bed moving from underneath her as Cindy moved about. Hannah rolled onto her back and gasped as she looked up at Cindy. She was right next to the woman's side and she looked even more enormous up-close like this. She was looking away, digging through her bag, but she towered over her, immensely. How in the world would she or Nick ever be able to get in contact with someone so huge? Cindy had already mistaken them both for bugs. What's to keep her from doing so again?

Hannah decided that, for the moment, she needed to get away from Cindy and back towards the bag, so she could find Nick. Cindy was definitely not the right choice for a person to get in contact with. They needed to regroup and get away from the looney giantess-sized figure that had wanted them both under her foot the moment before. The idea of those feet sent shivers down Hannah's spine as she started to push herself into a sitting position, hoping to use the side of Cindy's butt as leverage to get up and start moving away.

This idea was a bad choice, however. Hannah did manage to get herself pushed up, but as she did so, Cindy pulled a few more articles of clothing out of the bag. In the process of setting them on the bed, next to her socks, she'd nudged into Hannah, sending her rolling again, straight back into those purple-striped socks. She couldn't do anything but scream as she rolled back inside. She didn't go very far inside, though. She could still see the opening of the sock, a good 15 feet from her position.

While all of this was happening, Nick had been trying to find a place to get out of the bag from. The hole they'd come in through was still reachable, but was facing away from Cindy. There's no way he could get through there, around the bag, and to the socks before Cindy did something with them. She was too big, and too fast. He tried to move towards the other end of it, hoping for something to climb on. As he reached what appeared to be a gignatic shower poof, Cindy's hand came down and grabbed it.

Nick yelped as his body fell into the poof, twisting and turning as it fell. He felt everything moving, all while expecting to fall straight to the bag as the poof was picked up. He didn't, though. He opened his eyes and realized that the fabric of the poof had somehow gotten tangled around his arms and legs. He struggled against it, wanting out, but soon saw Hannah coming into view, off in the distance from where he now was.

The position she was in was the perfect place, as she watched what happened next. She saw the clothing set out near the socks, but she also saw what looked like a shower poof, hanging in the air, near the socks. As she looked closer, she gasped as she saw something tangled up in the poof. It was Nick! Nick had, somehow, gotten his body, caught in the poof that Cindy took out of the bag. The two of them saw each other, for a brief moment, until Nick's world was moving again. Cindy's voice could be heard from above. “Well, time to have a nice, long bath. Gotta get all that dirt out from between my little toes.”

Both of them looked at each other, in horror, of what was about to happen. The poof and clothing were picked up from the bed, but not the socks, as Cindy walked off, unawarely kidnapping Nick. Hannah jumped out of the sock and held her arm out, screaming. “NICK! NIIIIIIICK!”

Nick held tightly onto the fabric that was holding him as he reached out, trying to grab for Hannah as he was taken away with Cindy. That woman didn't even know he was stuck in her shower poof, and she was going to take a shower! As soon as the bedroom went out of view, he tried to think of what he could do, as he fought against the sickening swaying of her walking and the tight grip the fabric had on his arms and legs. This was a bad situation, a very bad situation, and he needed to get out of it, and fast. He did not plan on being a washcloth for Cindy's body. That's not the kind of vacation he had in mind at this cabin.

Cindy made her way into the bathroom, swinging her shower poof, back and forth, until she dropped her clothes down onto the closed toilet seat. She reached into the shower, and hung her poof on the shower handle, a good 3 feet above the bottom of the bathtub/shower. Reaching down, she yanked a level, plugging up the drain, and turned the water on. The roaring water poured down into the tub, starting to fill it up as she walked over towards the sink, looking in the mirror before starting to unbutton her blouse and get ready for a shower.

Nick was struggling against the fabric to get free, hoping he would be able to fall and hang off some part of Cindy's clothing, but it was too late. Before he could even get one of his legs free, he saw himself dangling above the bathtub. There was no way he could survive a drop like that. He tried to look around, but his concentration was soon cut off by a roaring waterfall that had started beneath him. The woman had turned the bathtub's water on, and it was roaring in his ears. It almost felt unbearable, and he could see an ocean of water appearing in the tub below. The situation was getting worse and worse all the time, or was it?

Quickly viewing his options, he realized that the bathtub would soon be filled with water. Sure, the drop would be huge, but if he could drop into a body of water, he might be able to survive the fall and avoid getting used to spread soap on Cindy's body. He started struggling again, trying to break himself loose. Luckily, one arm had not gotten caught in the material of the shower poof. He still had a chance to get himself free. If he could untangle himself and the water got high enough, he might be able to get a safe distance away from Cindy to avoid this horrid bath-fate.

As he was twisting the hard fabric around, he could hear some echoed singing past the sound of the waterfall-like faucet below him. His head moved outwards and, off in the distance, he saw his friend's wife getting undressed. Every nerve in his body was going off, embarrassment climbing through his body as he could see her taking off her blouse and unbuckling her bra. He didn't want to be in this situation, at all. Not only was he small and fighting for survival, but now he was going to be close to his best friend's wife, completely naked?

He'd have no problem seeing Hannah naked. He'd actually helped her bathe off and on before. The girl was so lazy that she'd asked him for help with it. Not that he minded. The girl had a wondrous body, at least to Nick, and he loved to help her out with things, every so often. He'd even let her lounge in the bath, and would do all the work of getting her clean. It was paradise for him, to be able to both help his girlfriend and admire her beauty. Oh, how he wished that this was the scenario he had in mind. He definitely wouldn't mind being in a bathtub with a giant-sized Hannah.

Cindy was different, though. She'd seen them earlier and thought they were bugs! She had tried to kill them! He had to make good on getting out of this situation as fast as he could. Before long, as he thought, she was getting more and more bare, until she was only wearing a pair of panties. He finally nudged his other arm free as he saw her towering, bare form walking back over towards the tub, turning the water off. She turned around and immediately bent over, taking her panties off. Nick's face went red as he saw that giant butt right in front of him. As he tried not to look, Cindy slipped and fell backwards. Nick screamed as that giant butt came back, and the cheeks nudged against both him and the poof he was still struggling to free himself from.


He didn't know what was worse, being tiny and in front of the naked butt of his best friend's wife, or having that butt pushing against him as she slipped and fell back, towards the bath tub. When it had first hit, he could feel part of the poof, and him slipping between the two cheeks before it moved out of the way and Cindy fell into the water below. Nick was shaking and clenching onto the poof as he heard an enormous booming splash from below. A tidal wave-like force shot up towards him, dissipating into what felt like a heavy rain shower, as the water came back down, over him.

He shook for a moment, but as he looked up, he saw Cindy shaking her head, recovering from her fall. “Ouch...the stupid floor is out to get me and my feet! That hurt...but, oh well! I'll just make Richard make me feel better later. Time for my bath!” Nick screamed as he reached down for the other fabric. He saw Cindy's hand coming, like a claw reaching for it's prey. He had to get out, fast, or he was going to get to know Cindy's body very, very well.

This situation was bad, very bad. Cindy's hand was getting closer. If Nick didn't get himself out of this mess very quickly, Cindy would be applying body lotion with a hint of Nick to every last inch of her body, and that's the very last thing that Nick wanted. Not only would he probably not survive being shoved into every nook and cranny of Cindy's body, but he didn't want to see his best friend's wife like this, to begin with. Would he survive it, he would likely be traumatized, in the worst, possible way. He struggled to get away, but he saw the shadow of her fingers coming closer and closer.

“Come on, come on! I've gotta get out of here and into the water! Come on, break free!” Nick struggled again and again to get the fabric loose. He only had seconds to move before his entire world would move. Finally yanking as hard as he could, the small piece of fabric holding onto his right leg ripped off. His leg moved, free. He was smile and his thoughts went to joy. At least, until he realized that it was too late. He heard loud crunching noises as Cindy's fingers grasped onto the shower poof and pulled him away. Two of her fingers came down over his body. Her middle finger landed next to his head, and her index finger landed on top of the leg that was still tied up.

“No, NO!” He screamed out as he felt the pressure of her finger against his leg. It wasn't overwhelming, as Cindy wasn't gripping the poof as tight as she could, but it hurt him, her skin covering up almost his entire leg. His body flew around, a headache easily forming from the movements, as Cindy prepared to use the shower poof. This was all a bad situation, and if she didn't let him go, he was about to be smashed into Cindy's body. He could see her body approaching, but for some reason, he wasn't headed for the water spout or the bottle of body lotion.

The poof was heading down, towards the water, right in front of Cindy's body. He was hoping to get a break, with Cindy setting the poof down in the water while she would fetch the soap and lotion, but he had no such luck. As soon as the poof hit the water, her grip did not disappear at all. In fact, it stayed strong and started to dunk the poof into the water and back up. Nick was getting absolutely drenched as he was being dunked under water and back up. It felt like he were on some sort of rope and being dunked into a lake over and over again. It was unbearable, but the scariest part of this was yet to come.

As he got more and more drenched, he saw Cindy adjusting herself, going to a laying position in the tub. Her other hand was traveling down, towards the poof and she began to pull it, towards her body. Every last nerve in Nick's body was shaking in fear as he realized what Cindy was doing. “No...No, Cindy...You don't do that with a SHOWER POOF!” The fingers adjusted and he struggled harder and harder to get free. He saw exactly where he was going, and it was that one part of Cindy's body that he both never wanted to be near, and one that was big enough that it could swallow his entire body...

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Meanwhile, back in the bedroom, Hannah was trying to cope with the fact that her boyfriend had just gotten stolen and was stuck to a Shower Poof that would likely be used on Cindy's body very soon. She had been screaming until they had disappeared from view. Even though she was in love with Richard, she did love Nick. She had always tried to accept what they had, and it was especially lovely in the bag, only moments before, when she was scared and they shared that kiss. Seeing him being ripped away from her, in the way that it happened, was almost unbearable.

“Nick...” Hannah said to herself. “Please come back...safely.” She knew, all too well, that she was absolutely powerless in this situation. He was gone, with Cindy in the bathroom, and she was stuck on this bed, sitting next to a pile of clothes. She couldn't do anything for him. She could only hope and pray that Nick would find a way out of the mess he was in, and would be able to meet up with her, once again. There was nothing else she could do. In the meantime, she needed to find her own way to go. They still needed to find a way to contact Richard or Cindy, and let them know it's them. The question was, however...how?

The solution would elude her, however. Her head bolted up as she heard those loud, booming footsteps, coming closer. These weren't from the direction of the bathroom, though. They were coming from the hallway. She eagerly watched as a shadow came in front of the doorway. It couldn't have been Cindy, this time. This had to be Richard. Indeed, it was, but the sight of Richard, and what he looked like, almost made Hannah completely forget about the task at hand, as he walked into the room. “I can't believe I spilled water all over my shirt. I hope Cindy has a spare tee in here that I can use.”

Approaching the bed, he stood right in front of where Hannah was sitting, and he took off his shirt, which looked damp and wet. Hannah had just gotten up to try to wave up at him and try to get his attention when the shirt had come off, and her entire body fell back down, onto the comforter. She had an incredible nervous feeling in her gut as she looked up at him. His frame was incredibly massive. His stomach, his abs, everything about him that now towered over him was activating every bad thought in her head.

She was shaking out of nervousness as she saw that towering frame of skin and muscle reaching into Cindy's bag for a shirt. Hannah, seeing this, quickly got up, trying not to melt completely, as she ran over towards the bag, hoping to get there and get him to notice her down there, not to mention to get a closer look at what she had standing before her.

Both members of the small couple were in potentially dangerous situation. While Hannah was running straight for the bag that the topless Richard was reaching into, Nick was desperately struggling to get both untangled from the fabric of a shower poof and free from the grip of that huge finger of Cindy's. It was no secret that Nick's situation was far worse than Hannah's, though. He was headed for a very bad area of Cindy's body and, if he didn't find a way out of this mess, he'd be in for a situation that would likely lead to his death. Who knew a simple bath could be so dangerous?

Nick fought hard, screaming and trying to squirm as much as he could as the shower poof was still on the surface, slowly being pulled towards Cindy's body. His eyes were glued on her crotch, the place that he knew he was heading towards. The only thing going through his mind, other than escape was the question “Why?” It's not uncommon for someone to undergo sexual pleasure while in the bath, but why did Cindy have to do it here, now, with him stuck in her shower poof? Being around her naked body was bad enough, but to go THERE? It was driving him insane.

His struggle was leading him absolutely nowhere. She had him in her grip, unknowingly, and he couldn't move much. His leg was able to move, but it was still stuck to the fabric. Unless it came loose soon, he wouldn't be able to get away. His fate would lead him straight against the body of his best friend's wife, and who knows what else. His mind was trying to think, think, and think some more. What could save him? What could possibly save him? Getting her attention would save him from the situation at hand, but would that really be a wise choice? The last time he got her attention, he nearly got smashed underneath her foot.

As he came face to face with a huge bush of hair, his mind had made it's decision. It was now or never. Either he got her attention right now, or he'd become her personal sex toy. Nick was willing to take the risk of being attacked again, where he had a chance to escape over being forced against her body, where he knew that he'd be hurt, no matter what. The poof stopped for a moment, staying right in front of her body. Inches away from Nick's face was that mass of hair, and the silence got another idea in his mind. Maybe there was a way to use this situation to get her attention without letting her see him. He'd have to move quickly, but he had to take the chance.

The hairs were like rope as he quickly reached out and grabbed one. Carefully bringing it back towards him, he had noticed that there were a lot of holes inside the fabric of this shower poof. Quickly, and carefully, he started to fish the rope-like hair through a hole in the fabric, trying to be able to tie it onto it before he got thrown underwater, where the woman's lower-lips resided. Racing against time, he thought this plan would work. Hair in this region was sensitive, no matter what gender you are, and would be a great way to get her hands off the poof, even for just a second, so he could try to get untangled from it.

Nick finally got the rope-like hair tied to the fabric, just as the poof began to move under the surface of the water. As the object was being pulled downward, Nick started holding his breath. Hanging onto the poof, he saw that strand of hair being pulled tighter and tighter in a split-second until it snapped off. The idea of it being plucked out like that even made Nick shiver a little. That had to have hurt Cindy, to pull her own hair out like that. His plan ended up working, though. From above him, he heard a world-piercing scream, and his entire world started moving, away from her body.

Cindy had felt a sharp pain as one of her hairs was plucked out. Her eyes immediately shut and she screamed for a second, impulsively throwing the poof to the other side of the bathtub. Her hands immediately flew down to her crotch and she held onto it, tightly, as her face began to redden. “OW! W-What was that?!” Her head was pointed downward, looking down at herself. Through her patch of hair, she could see a small, red spot where that hair had once been. She frowned as she looked down, staring at it, completely forgetting about the shower poof she'd just launched.

Nick was happy that he'd gotten away from Cindy's body, but the G's he felt as he was launched through the air was not. He hung onto the poof as tight as he could as it flew through the air. He could see the wall coming closer, and he only hoped that it wouldn't end up hitting his side of this huge object. Nick got whiplash as the poof slammed into the wall, thankfully with Nick's body only inches away from hitting the wall, himself. His body did move and slap up against it, but it was nothing lethal to him. He held on tight as the poof fell downward, bounced off the side of the tub, and landed on the small rug on the floor, right in front of it.

As the poof impacted the rug, Nick was flung off the poof, the friction untangling his leg from the fabric. He rolled across the rug for a little way until he finally stopped, pain surging through his body. “Ouch...” As he got up, he immediately jumped away from the poof as he saw Cindy's hand reaching down to grab it again. He'd managed to escape that situation. Now, he needed to find Hannah before another dangerous situation began...

As Nick was getting himself out of harm's way in the bathroom, Hannah was having her own adventure, back in the bedroom. She'd been desperate to get help for Nick, but also had another reason for why she was doing everything she was doing. Richard, the man she secretly was in love with still, had come into the room, towering over her and the bed. Hannah's nerves and feelings were ignited as soon as she saw him taking his shirt off, revealing his bare stomach and chest. She'd always had a thing for Richard, but seeing him, like this, was almost too much for her.

Part of Hannah wanted to do nothing but leave and rescue Nick from Cindy, but part of her also wanted to stay there, and be around this titanic Richard. Trying to sort through her mind and separate her logic from her feelings, she finally got an idea that would, hopefully, solve both problems. She started running for the bag that Richard was sorting through, trying to find a shirt. Maybe she could solve all of their problems, right then and there. It all depended on Richard, as to whether or not he would be able to see Hannah and that she was able to get in contact with him, and not be mistaken for a bug.

Hannah knew the risks involved, but she trusted Richard. He was her friend, and she loved him. He'd always been a gentle and kind person. If there was anyone around that would be capable of discovering the truth behind their plight, it would be him. Hannah knew, all too well, what would happen if they tried to contact her again. She shivered as she ran for the bag, remembering those intense feelings when Cindy had tried to step on the two of them. Hannah didn't really love Cindy's company that much, and after what had happened so far, she was liking her less and less all the time.

Hannah had always had a dislike for Richard. It was mostly because he fell in love with her and ended up marrying her. It was absolutely the worst of all timings, back then, when they first found out about it. Hannah's heart sank that day, when she realized that she couldn't have Richard, and her heart was sinking again, this day. She had always thought it, but never did she realize just how whipped Cindy had Richard. She was so demanding and assertive towards him. She was downright mean, and Hannah couldn't believe Richard was putting up with that. Could she have acted this way all the time at home?

Hannah didn't care to think long about such things. The idea of her Richard being pushed around and taken advantage of was unbearable. She would never have done anything to make him feel lower or that he was inclined to take care of her. She wouldn't make him do things for her or talk down to him, or anything of that sort. She couldn't believe that he fell in love with someone who seemed to treat him so badly all the time. If they ever made it out of this mess, Hannah's first order of business was to do something about that marriage. She intended to show Richard that Cindy's actions aren't proper or right.

Only a couple minutes had passed by the time Hannah reached the bottom of the luggage bag that Richard was fishing through. Thankfully, there was a lot of stuff in it. Otherwise, he may have been done and left before Hannah had enough time to run over to it. She looked around, realizing that the hole she and Nick came in before must have been on the opposite side of the bag. Taking a moment to catch her breath, she slowed her pace and began walking around the huge bag. Her hand stayed on the fabric as she walked around, trying to maintain a good amount of balance as she strolled alone.

It was a good thing she held onto the bag, too. It was relatively close to the egde of the bed and she would have an instance of time where she would be shocked, yet again. She was about halfway across the bag when Richard pulled himself back, letting out a sigh. She nearly slipped when she saw him creeping closer, the top of his legs coming up and pushing against the bed, directly in front of her. She looked up and saw the amazing sight again. Right above her was his waist and almost directly above her was that soft, peachy skin. His abs and chest moved around, slightly, as he adjusted himself, looking down at the bag.

Every last nerve and feeling in Hannah's body was going off. Being this close to the man she loved made her feel small, but also affectionate. He was absolutely massive to her, and she was staring straight up at his towering, shirtless form, so many thoughts running through her head. Her face was completely red as she looked up at him, not knowing what to do. Should she wave her arms from down there? Should she get into the bag and try to get his attention from there? There were so many ideas, but the sight of him, this close, froze her entire being. She couldn't move, hypnotized at the sheer size he was, at this point.

Hannah didn't have long to be stunned, though. Within a moment of Richard stopping, he sighed and let his hands fall and hit the comforter. Hannah yelped as his fingers fell down, next to her. The impact made the bed move a little and caused Hannah to lose her balance. Her body shook with fear as she started to fall forward, screaming as she did so. The bed was starting to leave her and she had nowhere to go. She fell down the side of Richard's pants-leg until she managed to catch onto a small cell-phone pocket that was right next to his right kneecap.

Using every ounce of strength she had, she pulled herself into the pocket, breathing deeply, amazed that she was still alive. This situation was horrifying. What would come next? From the moment that question showed itself, Hanna was tossed around. As quickly as he'd come into the room, he started walking off, elsewhere.

Nick had nearly collapsed aster everything that had just happened. He tried to move on, but his little legs just wouldn't carry him. He'd fallen onto his back on the carpeted mat by the bath tub and the toilet. Everything he'd just been through had taken everything out of him. His strength, his faith in humanity, his morals, everything. He couldn't believe he was still alive, after that ordeal. He'd been kidnapped, nearly taken to a place he didn't even want to think about, and had flown across the room on a wild thrill-ride, only to find himself on the floor by the bath tub, forced to listen to that woman bathe herself, along with some other things.

Had this woman no shame at all? You get to a cabin for a vacation, your friends are missing, and you want to take a bath to calm yourself. Sure, calming yourself is fine and all, but seriously? Using your poof for THAT is the first thing on your mind? The woman was crazy, plain and simple. Positively insane. Then again, maybe Nick only thought that because he was the one who was tiny and getting thrown around in this situation. He was the one almost used as a wash cloth and particular other things that I'd prefer to not mention. She was just the careless person who was controlling all of these events, unknowingly.

He was glad it was unknowing, though. Given how she reacted when she'd seen him and Hannah before, he was sure that going through this hell and ending up still alive was a much better deal than winding up on the bottom of her foot. He needed to survive, for Hannah's sake. He didn't know if she would be able to survive this, on her own. He needed to be there to help her. In fact, he needed to get his butt moving right at that moment to go and help her, as soon as he was finished coping with what was happening to him.

He took a deep breath as he heard the waves of water splashing around as Cindy moved and the brushing sounds of that poof being rubbed all over her. Looked to the sides, he realized that the fibers on the mat he was laying on were almost as tall as his head. Crazy to think that what was so miniscule to him was now so big. Even carpet fibers were sizable now, let alone the titanic woman in the ocean-sized bath tub in front of him. Everything was so big, and he was so small. It was hard to believe. Had Hannah not come with him on this journey, he might not have believed it at all. He might have just thought it was a bad dream, and that he'd wake up, moments later, in his warm bed.

He still wanted to believe that. Unfortunately, however, he knew the reality of the situation. This was no dream. He was really only a few inches in height, and Cindy really did almost kill both him and his girlfriend. The entire world was now a hostile force to him, and he needed to find Hannah. They needed to get back together and figure out some way to get in contact with their giant-sized friends. Only with their help would they have any remote chance of getting taken care of and figuring out a way to reverse what happened to them from that storm, assuming the storm is even what caused it. No matter the case, he needed to find Hannah.

Pushing himself up from the furry mat, he took a deep breath, again, as he thought about where to go from here. Looking behind him, he realized that the doorway was quite a job from his current position. It looked like it was hundreds of feet away. Even if he started running now, Cindy had been bathing for awhile. There was no telling when she would decide that she was done and pound her feet against the ground, moving out of the area. He needed to think of a clever plan, even just to get out of this room. He looked around, seeing if there was anything he could 'hitch' a ride on, so to speak.

He got himself off the mat and started walking towards the doorway, anyways, not seeing anything else to do. He would just need to be careful when moving out of the area, in case Big Ms. Stomping Feet decided to end her bath. He began to job towards the doorway, hoping he had enough time to make it. It wasn't as if he knew what to do after that, though. Hannah was on the bed, last he checked. He'd have no way of reaching her, even if he did make it out of the bathroom before Cindy got up. Still, he kept up his pace, hoping to find something, somewhere that would spawn an idea in him.

As soon as he made it past the sink, however, the ground moved from beneath him. He fell on his butt as he looked behind, seeing that massive, naked form getting up and casually walking towards him. He tried to get up, but every step made the earth shake and rendered him helpless. Above him Cindy was walking around, drying the rest of her body off, leaving her clothes behind. “There...all clean. Now to go get Richard and tell him what for. He can't argue with me like this.” She snickered a little as she kept walking forward, unaware that Nick was right below where her foot was coming down to.

Nick saw the foot coming, but he couldn't do anything. He'd managed to scramble to his feet, but it was already too late. As soon as he got up, he saw that immense bare foot coming down, right over him. He couldn't do anything about it. He screamed as the shadow overtook him and the foot came crashing down, quaking the ground, once again, right over the top of him...

Nick thought everything was over for him when that foot's shadow engulfed his entire body. He could see those feet coming down at him, and the entire rest of Cindy's body through the crevice between two of her toes. His entire being was screaming for mercy, but knew that his life was about to come to an abrupt and sad end. There was no escape from a foot, or object in general, that big, and he had prepared for death in those milliseconds before Cindy's foot slammed down into the ground, causing it to shake, once again.

Much to Nick's surprise, however, the world did not end for him at that moment. The foot crashed down, into the ground, all around him, yet he felt no pain at all. He felt the ground moving, so he knew the foot had come down. Was this all a dream, after all? Was he still in bed? He was a little scared to open his eyes to find out. As soon as the ground shook again, however, his eyes opened themselves up, not giving him a choice in the matter. He didn't want to see what was happening to him, but his eyes had other plans for those thoughts. They bolted open and he gasped as he realized he had been spared.

The foot had, indeed, come down. He had been in a luck spot, however. To each side of him, he saw long, him-sized toes. He was meeting Cindy's foot, up close and personal, at that moment. When she stepped down, she had narrowly missed stepping on him, but had managed to place him between her big toe and index toe instead. His hand went over his chest and he let out a sigh of relief. She had missed him and, within moments, her foot would come up and leave him behind, giving him another chance at going after Hannah, or so he thought.

Nick had not yet realized how snugly he fit between Cindy's toes. As Cindy's next step ended, her foot lifted into the air and her toes compressed a little, bringing Nick into the air with them. The tiny man screamed as he put his arms over the top of Cindy's index toe, hanging on for dear life. He saw the world moving around as he was lifted with the foot, seeing himself being brought up at least 30 feet or so into the air, feeling rushes of cold wind shoving down on his body. He winced as he felt the wind blowing against him, but soon felt it stop.

Into the second half of her step, Cindy's foot headed back down, towards the ground. The wind shoved up against Nick this time around, and he had to grip onto her foot to stay on, feeling his body slightly sliding up through the crevice. His head was shaking and he was screaming his lungs out as he went on this ride with Cindy. The foot soon crashed into the ground, sending a massive vibration through Nick's body. His eyes immediately shut, tears rolling down his cheeks as he held on tight, wishing that this woman would stop moving around. His organs were being thrown every which way in his body, and he felt like he was about to be sick.

As Nick was being flung around and toyed with at Cindy's feet, Cindy herself, was carelessly strolling through the cabin, making her way through the bedroom and out, into the hallway. She was going to make a statement and she didn't care if she was wearing clothes or not. Her feet padded down on the wood floor as she went through the hall and found herself in the kitchen, seeing a shirtless Richard, looking through a few doors. She stopped and almost started to blush at seeing her husband without a shirt on. She wasn't expecting to see him like that, nor did she expect him to turn around and look back at her.

He started blushing as well as the two of them stopped, just staring at one another for a few moments. As they stopped, Nick took the opportunity to try to regain control over his aching body and nudged himself free from Cindy's toes. Cindy had felt something down by her feet and began to look down, towards Nick. He saw the gigantic woman looking at him and got an extremely nervous feeling in his gut. He bolted off, in the hopes of her not seeing him. As luck would have it, another distraction took her eyes off the fleeing Nick.

“C-Cindy? What are you doing? W-where are you clothes?!” Richard had been embarrassed to see his wife, completely naked, walking through the cabin. What if Nick and Hannah randomly popped up to see this? What would think of it? What would they think of him? He shook his head as he waited for an answer from his wife. Meanwhile, a small head began to poke itself out of the pocket in his pants and looked, to see the giant, naked Cindy, standing in the room. Hannah gasped as she saw this, not believing what she saw and nearly fell back down into the pocket, losing the grip her feet had on the material inside the pocket.

Cindy was getting red in the face from the situation, but tried to assert her way out of embarrassment. Crossing her arms, she looked over towards Richard and tried to change it and push things on him. “What am I doing?! I'm just looking for my husband, who seems to have been digging through my stuff! My bag is in a different place on the bed than it was before. Why were you looking through my clothes, and what happened to your shirt? How dare you walk around the cabin, half-naked, when we're supposed to be looking for Nick and Hannah!”

Nick immediately stopped his feeling and looked back at the rude Cindy. Both he and Hannah, at the same time, had their jaws drop and gave hostile looks towards the woman, not that she could see them. “Like you can talk!” said Hannah, to herself. “You're running around the house, naked, like some floozy and you call him the disrespectful one?! He's not the one who tried to kill us!” Their words were small, and reached no one at all, but they didn't care one bit. They were shocked at how Cindy was acting, and felt like they needed to say all of that, whether she could hear them or not.

After a moment, Hannah moved her head around and looked at the ground, seeing something down there, by Richard's foot. Near his foot was what looked like a person. She gasped as she started waving and screaming downward. “Nick! NICK!”

There were two completely different scenarios from two completely different perspectives going on in this room, all at the same time. Hannah was peering down, calling for her boyfriend, whom had somehow gotten into the kitchen at the same time she had. High above both of them were Richard and Cindy, both lacking at least some articles of clothing, blushing and slightly embarrassed and trying to hang onto their sanity as the situation continued. There were 2 couples in this room, at two different sizes, together and affecting one another.

Hannah was reaching down towards her boyfriend, whom had walked forward, approaching Richard's foot. She looked down and he looked up. They were both smiling as they held their arms towards one another, realizing that they were both still okay. It was a relief to know that nothing had gone wrong, to the point of them getting hurt. Nick had approached as close to Richard's shoe as he could and called up. “Hannah! Hannah, you're okay!” His girlfriend waved down to him, as if she were Rapunzel, calling out to her prince from the balcony. The only unfortunate part of this scenario is that they were close by, yet also so far away.

Hannah couldn't exactly get down from her current position. The pocket she was peering out from was at Richard's knee-level. To jump out would be like leaping from the roof of a small home. For the moment, they were out of one another's reach. Nick could attempt climbing up Richard's leg, but he had no way for them to get down. He looked around, and then called up to her. “I...I don't think I can get you down, Hannah. Just stay up there until we can figure something out. You'll be safe in there, I hope...” Hannah nodded as he called up to her, retracting one arm down into the pocket.

Nick smiled at knowing that Hannah would be safe, but what could he do now? His life was still in danger. He was on the floor, where either Cindy or Richard could easily accidentally step on him. With Cindy safe, he needed to try to stay near Richard, so they could reunite once the situation presented itself. Taking a look around, he was trying to find out where to go, but his situation was knocked off-balance as the ground shook beneath him. Looking behind, his eyes opened wide, seeing Cindy walking towards him. The very sight of those feet scared him. He dashed for the edge of a counter in the middle of the room and hugged against the wall, fighting off the shaking floor.

Completely ignoring the scurrying Nick on the floor, Cindy was making her way closer to Richard, trying to take advantage of her assertive nature. She had her hands on her hips as she moved her naked self towards him. “What I'm doing here isn't important, Richard. Where is your shirt and why did you mess around with my bag? I demand an explanation right now!” Richard was taking a couple steps backwards as Cindy approached him. He was starting to feel a little nervous at her behavior, and what he would have to do with this situation. He was a timid person and Cindy scared him, when she was like this.

Hannah was afraid of this situation. She couldn't believe she was seeing Hannah, in all her towering form, absolutely naked. As if this weren't enough, what she was doing to Richard was bugging her, a lot. She hung onto the top of the pocket as Richard's legs nervously moved backwards and didn't say anything to Cindy. She looked up towards him and then over towards Cindy. Her mind was in so much conflict and confusion about this situation. She watched his face and got a disappointed look on her own face.

“Richard...what are you doing? Why are you taking this from her? She's your wife!” Hannah was confused about Richard's sudden lack of confidence, when posed with this abnormally assertive Cindy. He hadn't done anything wrong. Why was she being so mean to him? “This isn't like you, hun,” Hannah continued, “When you, Nick, and I hung out together in school, you were never like this! You were the assertive one of the group, along with me, and weren't afraid of anything! Why...why are you bending your will and letting Cindy do this to you? Why is she able to do so much to you and get away with it?”

Hannah only grew more disappointed as she saw Richard starting to react to Cindy. His fingers quivered as he nervously responded to her. “W-well, I spilled some water on my shirt and I needed another one. My stuff was out in the car, so I just-” Before he could go on, Cindy interrupted him and tried harder to make him feel as bad as possible. “SO...you messed up your shirt and needed a new one. Instead of doing the correct thing, and going out to the car to get your own stuff, you decided to do the wrong thing!”

Richard's face started to look sad as Cindy's words were piercing his being. Hannah looked up at him and started to tear up at seeing him like this. It looked like he was about to start breaking down, himself, and it hurt Hannah, a lot. Richard was her friend, and seeing her not having a good time like this wasn't doing any good for her. She pushed against the pants leg and looked up at him. “Richard...stand up for yourself! Don't...don't let her do this to you! I know you better than that...you deserve better than this....you deserve a lot better than this...”

Hannah moved her face and looked towards Cindy, that giant woman that was coming closer. Her expression changed from being sad to being angry. There were no words for how she felt towards that woman right now. She sent a piercing gaze towards her and just whispered. “I hate you, Cindy....”

This scuffle was turning into a dramatic even, for all four of the people in the room. As scared as Hannah and Nick were at their current situation, being so small was giving them a big opportunity to witness a side to the marriage and relationship between their two friends that they likely would never have ever heard about, otherwise. They were witnesses to seeing the two of them argue over this silly thing of Richard getting his shirt wet and needing a replacement. To be correct, however, it was more along the lines of Cindy yelling at him, rather than them arguing with one another.

Nick was standing against the counter, hugging the massive wall on the counter, as if he were some character of a tactical espionage action video game. He crept and looked around the corner, seeing Cindy's huge feet, leading all the way up to her face as she yelled at him. Hannah may have been onto something when she hadn't trusted her, in years past. They hadn't seen very much of Cindy, time-wise, on this trip, but what they'd seen was enough to make them rethink their assessment of how good of a wife she was. Indeed, she was proving herself to be a very different person than they'd remembered.

As the two argued, Nick's ears were ringing from Cindy's booming, echoing voice. He was getting a headache from Cindy. It wasn't, exactly, what she was saying, or the level of power her voice now held that gave him as much of a headache as it was the content of her words. Just as his girlfriend didn't like what Cindy was saying, he didn't like what she was saying, either. She was being incredibly rude to Richard, just as she'd been in the bedroom, when Nick and Hannah were stuck inside her bag. Were Nick normal-sized, he would come out, right that very moment and give her a piece of his mind. Unfortunately, however, he was the size of a small doll and would likely end up under her foot were he to make his presence known to her.

Taking the smarter choice, he stayed put, hoping that Cindy would stop harassing Richard and just leave already. He had to put up with all of this, but he hated to see his friend being harassed like this. Richard was always such a nice guy. He deserved better than to be walked all over and have everything be put on him. Nick could see a saddened look come on Richard's face and it made his own face droop down a little. “Come on, Richard...” Nick said to himself. “You don't have to take this from her. Stand up for yourself. Tell her it's not your fault! Tell her that it's not that big of a deal. Tell her--”

Nick was about to start a rant of her own when he heard a small voice from up in the air. His eyes shifted to Richard's pants pocket and saw Hannah leaning out of the pocket, an expression on her face. He recognized that face. It was the same face she had right before their junior prom. Hannah wanted to go to the prom with Richard, but her parents forbid her from going with him. They never found out the reason why, but she had an extremely sour look on her face that night, like she wanted to kill them. Nick had agreed to come to her house and take her to the prom, and then they would join Richard later that night, so the three of them could go, together.

He would never forget the look on her face. It was the same face she now had towards Cindy. His and her feelings towards how Cindy was acting must have been mutual. Were Hannah her original height, he wouldn't have been surprised if she'd pounced on the woman and pushed her into the ground by now. However, that wasn't the case, and his thought pattern stopped as Cindy started to walk forward again, the ground shaking beneath him. Trying his hardest to stay on the wall, he watched as those gigantic feet and legs strolled past him and came up to Richard's equally massive frame.

Hannah retreated into the pocket as Cindy walked right up, in front of Richard and looked him in the eye. She had a piercing gaze and it easily intimidated Richard, whom still looked sad from what she'd just said to him. She stared at him for a good few seconds before she took her hand and slapped him across the face. Richard let out a grunt, followed by gasps from both Nick and Hannah, not believing how far Cindy was going with this situation, while also unaware of just how far the situation was going to end up going.

Richard's cheek began to redden from the blow and Cindy slowly took a step back, spreading her legs a little and planting her feet on the ground. “I'm sorry, honey...” Richard was looking at the ground, but Cindy just wouldn't let him. “Look at me, Richard!” She reached forward, grabbing his chin and forcing it up. Her gaze pierced him again as she stared into his eyes, ready to do something that would not only shock, but disgust the two small friends they had in the room with them. “Don't tell me you're sorry. I want you to prove that you're sorry.”

After a quick moment, she let go of Richard's face and pointed down towards the ground, where his eyes soon followed. Richard was starting to get nervous, not expecting this to happen so soon on their trip, and when Nick or Hannah could come into the room, at any minute, assuming they were around. He closed his eyes as his mind repeated everything Cindy was saying, word for word, knowing what was going on. “Get on your knees, Richard. On your knees, and kiss my feet for forgiveness.” Nick and Hannah both yelped as they heard what Cindy was asking of Richard, and even more so as they saw Richard begin to lower himself towards the ground...

Nick and Hannah had yelped, in synch with one another they realized just what was happening here. They looked around at the two giant friends and they could not believe what they were seeing. At first, they thought they were dreaming. They had to have been, right? There's no way this would happen in reality. Not with their two friends. This was stuff that belonged in some weird fetish web site or something. It just didn't happen, in real life, and not to someone they knew, all too well. Yet, it was happening. They were watching and, for Hannah, riding as Richard began to lower himself to the ground, into a kneeling position.

Hannah felt the pocket compressing, all around her. The amount of space in it was getting smaller and smaller. She pulled herself out of the pocket as much as she could without completely falling out. Her knees were up around the top of the pocket as the ground got closer and closer, close enough for her to get to, were someone else around, to help her. Nick, seeing the opportunity, despite the shock of what was going on, began to make a dash for Richard's kneeling form. If he could just get around him, he'd be able to help Hannah get down to the ground. Then, they could get away from their big friends long enough to figure out what they could do.

The ground shook as Richard's knee came down, impacting the floor. Nick nearly lost his balance as he got near him. He stood still for a moment, waiting, and tried to keep his balance as Richard's other knee hit the floor. His heart was racing, but he tried to keep calm as he looked, seeing the leg near him that held Hannah. She was halfway out of the pocket and waving towards him. He needed to get over there to help her out of the pocket, especially while their two friends were distracted with this event that was unfolding.

As Nick ran towards Hannah, and Hannah was hanging out of the pocket, they were both in shock at what Richard was doing. Lowering the rest of his body down, his face and lips approached the ground, towards the standing, bare feet of his wife. They came down and the two tiny people could hear an echoing voice that sounded like kissing. As Nick got to Richard's leg, he stood directly below where Hannah was at. The pocket looked nearly 15 feet in the air to them, the fall for Hannah not going to be a very bad fall at all.

“Hannah, I'm here! Drop down and I'll catch you. I'll...AH!” Hannah had not taken a second to spare before dropping down. Her body fell down into Nick's and, not being prepared, Nick lost his grip on the ground and fell onto his back, Hannah's butt bouncing on his chest. As they landed, he whined for a moment, causing Hannah to look at him and start blushing at what she'd done. Quickly getting up, not wanting to rub her butt all over him, she turned and reached her hand down to him. “S-Sorry, Nick! I didn't mean to make you fall!”

Nick eagerly took his girlfriend's hand and pulled himself up. As he came up, he wrapped his arms around her, pulling her into him, tears starting to roll down his cheeks. “It's okay, Hannah. I'm just...I'm just glad you're okay! I'm glad...I'm able to wrap my arms around you again. Being in the bath...with that woman...and...it's just been a deathtrap, and I was so worried about you...” His words were showing just how not-alright he was in this situation. Being separated from Hannah had done a number on him. Pulling into the embrace, she softly kissed him on the cheek. “Nick...thank you.”

Their moment was soon ruined by more echoed kissing from their giant-sized friend, whom was still rubbing his lips on Cindy's feet, kissing them, while she looked ahead, not even bothering to watch him do the task she was practically forcing him to do. They watched him, his face in particular, and were trying to see past the disgust of him doing that and letting his wife take control of him, like that. Hannah was about ready to go over and clobber Cindy a bit. “I...I can't believe it! Nick...the Richard we know would never submit to abuse like that! I can't believe he lets her do that to him!”

Nick nodded towards Hannah, softly saying “You're right. I had no idea their relationship was so bumpy, like this.” He had agreed with Hannah, but his mind wasn't on the disgust of the situation. He was staring at Richard for a different reason. He was looking towards him, and he noticed that his face was mere inches from the ground, and his eyes were not shutting for the kissing. They were wide open, staring at the ground around Cindy's feet. He watched him as he worked, starting to get an idea in his head.

“Hannah...I think I have an idea” said Nick, slowly grabbing onto her hand and pulling her across the floor, walking towards Cindy's feet, and Richard. Hannah immediately started to get nervous as she saw where he was pulling her and stopped him. “W-wait! Where are you going?! We can't go near that woman's feet! She nearly killed us earlier today! She'd step on us again if we got near those big, ugly feet!” Nick looked back at her and smiled, pointing towards the scene. His finger wasn't pointing at Cindy, though, it was pointed at Richard.

“We just have to make sure she isn't the one who sees us, then! Take a good look. She's not even paying attention to what Richard is doing. She's looking at the wall or something, far away from the ground. Richard, however, has his eyes wide open, looking at the floor and what he's...kissing right now. What I'm saying is...Richard is the one who is our friend. He'd never hurt a fly, if he didn't have to. His face is mere inches from the ground. What better situation could there possibly be for us to let him know what happened to us?”

Hannah nervously held onto Nick's hand, not knowing what to think. She did understand the logic in it, but there was just something about Cindy that made her shake, She looked at him and tried to make a decision. “Umm...I.....” She looked down to the ground, unsure of what to say...

Hannah was very conflicted with the decision she was having to make. Richard, someone she appreciated and cared about very much, was standing before them, down on the ground, forced to kiss his wife's feet because she was bullying him around. Not only that, but they were the same feet that had nearly killed both Nick and her earlier that day. All of this was in her head, along with the fact that Nick was suggesting they go near those feet, in order to get Richard to notice them. She wanted to get help as much as he did, but she didn't want to go near those feet.

If it were up to her, they would just leave and find another way to get his attention. Unfortunately, though, Nick was right on one point. His eyes were wide open and mere inches from the ground. If they would ever get a chance to get his attention without risk of injury and being stepped on, this was it. Cindy was looking away as well, so they wouldn't have to worry about her mistaking them for bugs before they could get Richard's attention and get him to realize who they were. The thoughts were piling and shuffling around in her head as she strained to make a decision.

She knew the right call, and she hated it. Odds are, that they would never get another chance like this to get their attention. They could either do it right now, or pray that another perfect situation would make itself apparent in the future. As much as she didn't like it, she knew that going over to those big, scary feet was their only option right now. Looking back towards Nick, she let out a soft nod. “You're right, Nick. I'm sorry...I'm just scared. But you're right. We have to go and get his attention now. As much as I don't want to go near those feet, I kn--”

Nick understood what Hannah felt. She was scared of those feet, incredibly scared. He was, too. Not only had he nearly gotten stepped on by them, twice, but he's gotten wedged onto one and had ridden it, all the way to the kitchen. He wrapped his arms around Hannah and pulled her towards him. He could feel her warm, tall body pushing against his as her arms wrapped around him as they shared an embrace. He let his lips travel up to her cheek, letting off a soft, quick kiss. “I'm scared, too, Hannah. It'll be okay, though. I'll be with you, every step of the way. No one's going to separate us from here on.”

“Nick...” whispered Hannah, as she received his affection and support. It was nice to have someone close to her that understood everything she was going through. Her cheeks blushed as she slowly turned her head, letting her lips kiss on Nick's cheek, just as he had done for her. The two pulled away and she nodded. “Let's go, together. Let's get Richard's attention and get him to stop this terrible thing Cindy's making him do.” Nick, nodded, agreeing and taking Hannah's hand, the two of them beginning to make their way across the floor, straight towards Richard and the two feet he was stuck, kissing on.

The distance between them and their destination wasn't terribly long. It had taken them about 3 minutes to run over to where those feet were. As they approached the area, they could smell the scent of soap, oozing out from Cindy's recently-washed body. The smell was almost overwhelming for them, Hannah started to cough as it infiltrated her system. Stopping, Nick held his hand to her chest, ensuring she was okay. The sounds of Richard's kissing was a lot louder as they got closer, now less than a foot away from the foot he was kissing. This would be a hard task, but not impossible to do.

Richard's kissing was taking a toll on him, as the two of them could clearly see. His lips were starting to harden and crack as he kissed on her. He had already done a lot of this earlier that day, which had done a number on his lips. Doing it again, already, was doing even worse for him. He stopped for a moment, to take a breath, staring down at Cindy's left foot, not believing that he was stuck, doing this, when they should have been looking for their friends. Cindy was ridiculous, even when there was something important going on. The fact that she would even prance around the cabin, nude, was shocking to him.

Nick and Hannah took this brief amount of silence and used it to their advantage. Seeing where he'd just kissed, they ran up, right between Cindy's feet and started jumping up and waving their arms around, trying to get his attention. He was looking at the foot near where they were, and they thought it was as good a time as any. They started screaming up at him. “RICHARD! RICHARD! RICHARD, WE'RE DOWN HERE! RICHARD!!!!” Their screams were loud, to them, and they did manage to grab Richard's attention, hearing some sort of talking in front of his face.

Richard's attention had changed when he heard what sounded like tiny voices below him, as if there were a pair of headphones on the ground that had been left on high volume or something. His eyes quickly shifted, looking at two...somethings, moving up and down, right between Cindy's feet. He stared at them for a second, trying to concentrate his vision on just what they were. He almost wanted to jump, thinking they were bugs, but they didn't look like any bugs he'd ever seen. Moving his head closer to them, he started looking closer. His eyes scanned them for a few seconds, before they widened, a look of shock coming across his face.

Meanwhile, Cindy, noticing that Richard had stopped kissing her feet, looked down to see what he was doing. She saw him staring at something at the ground, and not kissing her feet, as she'd asked. Frustration coming about her, she took a foot and kicked at Richard. Nick and Hannah yelped as the foot near them suddenly moved. As she kicked, she looked down, seeing what looked like the same two bugs that had bothered her before. “EW! Not you again!” Cindy raised her other foot above Nick and Hannah, bringing a look of shock, not only to their faces, but also to Richard's.

“Cindy! NO!” called out Richard, as he put his hands up and tried to save the two small people on the floor...

Chaos. Chaos is the only word one could possibly use to describe the situation at hand. Nothing else could possibly define everything going on. One second, Nick and Hannah were waving up to Richard, and had actually managed to get him to see them. The next, Cindy was kicking Richard and about to smash the two tiny people into oblivion, under her foot, and then Richard was screaming and moving his body to try to stop Cindy. The resulting scene was pure chaos, as if the scene wasn't already quite chaotic, all in itself.

Nick and Hannah were grabbing onto one another, screaming and running as soon as the shadow of Cindy's foot overtook them. They were incredibly scared, but hearing Richard screaming at her, telling her to stop gave them enough willpower to move and run out of the way. They knew they couldn't make it out before the foot would slam down, but they were hoping that their big friend, Richard, would do something to help them. As submissive as he seemed to be to Cindy, there had to be some part of him that was still able to stand up to her, especially if their lives were at stake.

Both Hannah and Nick knew Richard could stand up to her, and he was doing just that, acting out something that he thought he would never do to his own wife. The moment he saw his friends down on the floor, only a few inches in height, he had been shocked. He had been even more shocked when he saw Cindy raise her foot over them, about to smash them into the floor. His mind was racing with thoughts of how she had been walking all over him all these years, and then saw that his friends lives were about to come to an abrupt end, thanks to her stupid foot fetish. He finally snapped and couldn't take it anymore.

Richard pushed his hands forward, setting them against Cindy's thighs and pushed on her with every ounce of strength he had in his body. Every emotion, every repressed feeling, everything he felt was right here, in this push. He had to get her away from Nick and Hannah, to keep her from killing them, thinking they're bugs on the floor. He didn't care if she fell and hurt herself over it. He had a lot of this on his conscience, thanks to her, but the lives of his two closest friends would not be one of those things. He had to protect them.

Cindy, happy she had found the two bugs that had been bothering her earlier, was about to smash them into the ground when she was caught off-guard, her husband yelling at her. She opened her mouth to speak, but before anything could come out, his hands had hit her hips, catching her more off-balance. Feeling his touch on her hips made her blush, and completely vulnerable to the amount of force he put through his arms and he shoved her back, away from where he and the two others on the ground were at. She was half-blushing and half screaming as she felt her body losing it's balance and nearly flying backwards.

She landed on the other side of the room, her back thudding into the floor as she slid and finally stopped. As she landed, she let out a cough, grunting and wondering what had just happened. Richard had never pushed her before. She laid there for a moment, trying to think about whether he actually pushed her or not. “R-Richard...RICHARD!” She pushed herself back up and looked over towards her husband, about to yell at him, and ask him why he just shoved her across the room. Her cheeks were still blushing, shocked at the feeling of him shoving her so much.

As she looked over, however, Richard was down on the ground, his hands on the floor, where those bugs were standing. Her eyebrow raised, not believing that he'd just shoved her out of the way, just so he could protect two little bugs that were infesting the cabin. He was paying her no mind at all, and it frustrated her. She began to crawl her way back over, upset and ready to reprimand him for hurting her. Sure, she wasn't really hurt, but something on the inside hurt a little, from having her husband to that to her. She had never expected Richard to ever push her or do anything like that to her.

“R-Richard! Listen to me when I'm talking to you! Why did you...why did you hurt me?! Was it all just to save those two little, miserable bugs on the floor? Why would you hurt your wife just to keep them from infesting the cabin with their disgustin--” Cindy was in for another shock as Richard whipped his head towards her, an angry expression on his face. She stopped moving as she saw it. She had never seen Richard get angry. Not once in her life. “They're not bugs, Cindy! You didn't almost kill a couple of bugs!”

Letting the two friends climb into his hands, Richard slowly stood up and held his hands towards Cindy. She crawled forward to look at what he had in his hands, still a little flustered, her hair getting in her eyes a little as she moved around. She looked as he started telling her about it. “Come here and look in my hands, Cindy. Come here...and look at what you almost killed!” Cindy looked down at his hand, at the two creatures, whom she had thought were bugs. Her face came close and the two began to come closer to one another, looking like they were holding onto each other. Cindy took a moment to scan them before her head started to shake. “W-Wait....That...can't be....”

“That's right, Cindy!” exclaimed Richard, still being as forward as he possibly could with her, wanting her to realize just what she'd done. He retracted his hands from Cindy's view and stood up. “You didn't almost kill a couple of insects. You almost killed our friends!” Cindy didn't know what to say to this. So many thoughts were racing through her mind, at this moment. She had no idea what to even think. Richard started walking off with the two of them, looking back and speaking to his wife, one last time. “Go get dressed, Cindy. We need to figure out what happened here, and why our friends are so tiny.”

Richard then walked off, out of the room, both Nick and Hannah smiling towards him, glad that he'd helped them, and that he'd finally started to be assertive and act like the old Richard again...

Cindy was still in shock at what had happened. There was a lot going on that she didn't quite understand and also was not okay with. The first of these things was the fact that she'd nearly killed Nick and Hannah. While she didn't love them as she would a brother and sister, she did care about them, because Richard did. The fact that she'd nearly killed them both, twice even, scared her. What scared her even more was what Richard had done to prevent her from stomping them into the ground. He had screamed at her, and hurt her.

When she'd been thrown to the ground, from Richard's own hands, something cracked inside of her mind. Her husband had always been so submissive. She had complete control over him. She was in total control, until that moment. She had him on his knees, kissing her feet, because she'd ordered him to. She could get him to submit to her and worship her at any time she pleased. Just now, though, everything seemed different. He was assertive, and had shoved her to the ground. Not only that, but he'd walked off, holding onto Nick and Hannah, not even bothering to ask her if she was alright.

This bothered her a great deal. It almost seemed like their roles had been reversed. Richard was walking off, paying attention to Nick and Hannah, but not paying attention to his wife. He just sort of snubbed her and ordered her to get dressed. She could understand that Nick and Hannah's plight was bad, but something inside of her was sparking, upset and angry at Richard for not giving her his full attention. She stared off into the distance for a few moments, various thoughts going through her mind, before picking herself up, brushing dirt from the floor off her arms and breasts.

She walked back to the empty bedroom and sat down, next to her bag. Her hair was flowing down her body, now nearly dried off, and she looked down at herself, grabbing a pair of panties that was lying on the bed, next to her. As she slipped them on, she began to think of her situation, and what might happen from now on. Nick and Hannah were, somehow, incredibly tiny, and they had managed to grab all of her husband's attention, enough to make him hurt her. It really wasn't their fault, but Cindy couldn't let go of the fact that he hurt her.

She could hear Richard conversing with his two friends in another room. She couldn't make out all of the words he was saying, but he sounded very worried and concerned, based on the tone he had in his voice. Cindy finished pulling her panties on and started throwing a bra on to go with them, her facial expression turning into a frown. She blurred out her vision, not listening to anything going on, but her husband's concerned voice. That voice of concern was supposed to be pointed at her, not anyone else. Her mind became irrational as she was thinking and dwelling further and further on these actions.

'They managed this long...they're just fine, Richard. You should be in here, apologizing to me, not them' she thought to herself. Deep in the back of her mind, Cindy's selfish side was making itself apparent. Since they'd gotten married, she had never shared Richard's emotional attention with anyone. Even when they'd met Nick and Hannah for certain things, it was always like two couples going out. Richard always stayed near Cindy, and she could always grab his attention when she wanted or needed it. Now, things were different.

After throwing on a pink T-shirt, Cindy went from sitting on the bed to laying on it. Her bare legs bent and came up towards her as she laid there. She stared up at the ceiling, trying not to listen to what was going on in the other room. She didn't want any of this to be going on. She felt ignored, hurt, even a little depressed at not having Richard's attention. She hadn't realized just how much she depended on attention. If only Nick and Hannah hadn't gotten like this, she wouldn't be feeling anything she was feeling. If only this situation hadn't happened in the first place.

“It's all their fault...” she said to herself, staring up towards the ceiling, clenching her fists together. “They're the ones who pushed Richard against me. If only they hadn't become so....so tiny! If only they hadn't....” Stopping herself, she thought long and hard about what she'd just said. The images of seeing them played back in her head, time and time again. No matter how she looked at it, she realized that both Nick and Hannah were very small, no more than a few inches in height. How could she get so worked up about someone so little?

She blinked as she remembered the two of them running from her. They'd run, scared, from her feet, when she'd tried to step on them, both times. They were so small, compared to her and Richard. So small...so small. The idea of them being so small wandered in her mind for such a long time. They were little, smaller than her foot, maybe even smaller than her fingers. There were a hundred thoughts roaming her mind, at that moment. She was frustrated at something that was so small. So small...and helpless.

The more Richard was conversing with Nick and Hannah in the other room, the more Cindy became jealous of the attention they were getting. She knew, deep down, that she should be concerned for their well-being, just as he was, but she wasn't. She was hurt, physically and emotionally, and it was all their fault. At least, it was their fault in her mind. She started to get ideas in her head and slowly got up, planning to head into the other room, where the three others were. She didn't want to see all of them, but she did, at the same time.

Richard, Nick, and Hannah were finally together again, though it wasn't as any of them had guessed that it would be. They had all come to this cabin for a nice, fun vacation, and none of them had had any fun with it so far. Richard had been forced into the servitude with Cindy not once, but twice now. Nick and Hannah had nearly gotten killed twice together, Nick a few more times than Hannah. They were now the size of tiny action figures and had no idea how to get back to their original height, and now it looked like they'd caused some tension between Richard and his wife. This was definitely an interesting, and bad weekend thus far.

The two tiny friends were sitting, calmly, in Richard's hand, holding onto one another as their giant friend was walking them to another room. They still couldn't believe the situation, nor could they believe just how much power their two friends now held. They could hear the booms from each and every one of Richard's steps as he moved. They could see the muscles in his arms, sides, and neck moving every time he took a breath and took a step. Were they not incredibly scared at the situation, they might start liking this situation. Hannah could definitely appreciate those giant muscles, each larger than her entire body, moving from side to side as Richard walked through the cabin.

Looking past the giant, ab-filled chest that was carrying them, they could still see their friend, and were glad to have caught his attention. Cindy had nearly killed them many times by now, and they were in a lot of danger at this size. The warm heat coming from Richard's fingers was warming them up, not only physically, but emotionally. They were glad that things would be going better, from now on. They were found, and the torture and danger would stop. That's what they thought was going to happen now that they'd gotten his attention, anyways.

As Richard came into a bedroom, right across from the one they'd been in before, they could hear another set of booming steps behind them. Nick and Hannah looked and shivered as they saw Cindy's naked form, stomping into the other bedroom, presumably to get dressed, as Richard had told her to do only moments before. They were very glad that Richard was the one to have discovered them, and not her. If she was so forward and mean with Richard, someone taller than herself, there was no telling what she would be doing with them, at their current height.

Richard closed the door behind him, mostly, after having glanced down, seeing his friends' reaction to seeing Cindy. He wanted to keep them from seeing her as much as possible, for right now. She had been out of line since this trip began, and a lot longer than that. Cindy had been dominating and mean towards him for years, but he'd never gotten the courage to stand up to her and tell her that she wasn't doing the right thing. It took Nick and Hannah...it took his friends' lives being in danger for him to finally stand up to her.

He only wished that this would stay, what with him being in charge and not being a doormat for her, literally. He would have to fight for that thought, though. Cindy would, no doubt, try to take control of the situation, and their marriage, any time during the day. She would clearly be upset for what he'd done with her. For Nick and Hannah, for his friends' sake, he would need to fight it off and make sure she stays in line. Their lives being in danger of getting hurt was a good motivator for him. He wasn't exactly sure he could resist her forever, but he'd try his best, for them.

Richard found a small computer desk against one of the walls of the room and slowly set his hand down on top of it, letting Nick and Hannah hop off. Slowly getting to his knees, he brought his face down, towards him and just stared them down. He had an apologetic, yet curious expression on his face as he looked at his tiny friends. He wasn't sure what he could say to them, after all they'd been through, nor could he say anything on the shock of seeing them so small. All he could say, at first was “Hi, Hannah...Nick.”

The two tiny friends looked at each other and blinked. “Hi” is all he could come up with? They almost started to laugh at the baffled response they'd gotten out of Richard. Turning towards him, Nick yelled up, towards him. “Thanks for helping out out back there, bud! If you hadn't have done what you did, Hannah and I might very well be stuck to the bottom of a certain person's foot by now...” Hannah, shivering a little at the thought of being smashed under Cindy's foot, quickly nodded and added. “Yes...t-thank you, Richey.”

The three of them sat down together and finally started talking, Richard trying to find out what happened. “Okay...so...I'm completely freaked out right now. You two...how did you become...like this? What happened to you?” Nick and Hannah both looked at each other, wishing they had an answer for him. Unfortunately, not even they knew how this came to be. “We're...not really sure ourself, Richard” said Nick. “We got here a couple hours ago, took a nap, heard a storm come through, and then we woke up, tiny and down at the floor, running away from your wife's feet.”

Hannah quickly nodded, confirming the situation. “Y-Yes, he's right. She...tried to stomp on us! Twice! And we...we...” Hannah couldn't take the situation very well. Nick wrapped his arms around her and let her cry into his shoulder. “Richard...” said Nick. “This situation is bad, and Cindy just made it worse. We don't know how this happened, and don't know how to fix it. What we do know is that it happened after we got here. It could have something to do with that storm that came through, but I can't be certain. For now, though, we need your help.”

Richard had wanted to hear an answer from them, but what they knew was more than he knew. It seemed likely that the freak storm that came through had something to do with it. If so, however...they wouldn't be able to figure out how to get Nick and Hannah back to their original heights until it happened again, assuming another storm didn't just make the two of them smaller, or all four of them smaller. He sighed and nodded towards them. “Yes, Nick, Hannah, I'll take care of you. I'll make sure you don't get hurt anymore.”

“We both will” said a familiar voice from the other side of the room. The three of them turned and all got a strange feeling as Cindy walked into the room, wearing a blouse and a pair of panties, slowly coming in. Nick and Hannah ran back into Richard's hand, eyeing Cindy, still not trusting in her, despite that she knows they they're not bugs. Hannah, especially, sent Cindy a foul gaze, remembering everything that she had made Richard do earlier.

“I want to help, too” she said, trying to put a grin on her face. “I'm sorry...I almost stepped on you, you two. I didn't mean it.” All three of them were incredibly confused as Cindy's sudden change in behavior, Richard especially. They looked and watched as she walked over to them and knelt down by Richard, looking down at her little friends...

The situation was not good, at all, or at least, Nick and Hannah didn't think it was. Cindy had been storming off earlier, upset at Richard for hurting her while he was taking care of them and trying to figure out what had happened to them. With how Cindy had been acting throughout this trip so far, they were expecting nothing less than her becoming spiteful towards all three of them, in some way. Instead, Nick and Hannah were holding onto one another with Cindy in front of them, acting like she were kind and that she wanted to help take care of them.

Everyone in the room was surprised by this action, especially Richard. He knew Cindy could be spiteful, and that she had temper problems, sometimes. Unfortunately, he'd fed those problems by letting her have her way all this time with controlling his life. Although he, himself, had been too afraid to stand up to her, he had made her this way. He had let her do all of this. It was, technically, his fault that she had the personality that she had now. Seeing her suddenly turning nice and helpful seemed a little...off.

Cindy knew that, deep down, she hated those two for what they'd made Richard do to her. In her mind, they were the reason she'd gotten shoved and gotten hurt. They were the reason she hadn't gotten her way, but some part of her mind was telling her that they were still Richard's friends, and they were needing some help. She looked down at them, bringing her face close to Richard's hands, trying to reach down to one of them with her fingers. She wanted to touch them, to see if they were real, if they really were Nick and Hannah.

This caused an immediate reaction in all of them. It was Nick whom the finger had come closest to. The two of them screamed and fell backwards, landing in the middle of Richard's palm and tightly holding onto one another. “NO!” screamed Hannah. “Don't you touch him!” Her scream was full of emotion, not only from remembering how the woman had nearly killed both of them earlier that day, but also how she had been treating Richard, their friend, for all these years. She knew that she was Richard's wife, but that didn't mean she had to like her, especially after everything she'd just witnessed in the kitchen.

Cindy's hand stopped and retracted as soon as she'd heard the fear-filled scream. The two of them were afraid of her, very afraid of her. She blinked and tried to look surprised, hiding the real reason she'd tried to poke them. Behind the fact she was putting up, she was curious about them, about their newfound height. Pulling her hand to her chest, she said. “I...I'm sorry...I said I was sorry. I didn't mean to do what I did to you, you two! I didn't know you were our friends. I didn't know...” Cindy then put her head towards the ground, acting as if she felt bad about nearly killing them. In all honesty, she did feel bad about nearly killing them.

Cindy did have a conscience, after all. She did regret the fact that she'd mistaken their friends for bugs and nearly squashed them under her foot. She didn't really like them right now, nor did she really ever like sharing Richard's attention with anyone, but she didn't want them dead. That was the last thing she wanted of others, and the last thing she wanted with Nick and Hannah right now. After seeing that they were, indeed, afraid of her, it got her to thinking and she started to realize just what kind of situation they had here. They were tiny, and she and Richard were not. Their lives were in the hands of her and her husband.

Richard pulled away from Cindy and looked at her, holding the two of them close to his chest. He was thinking about the scenario, and then down at Nick and Hannah, whom were still very frightened at seeing Cindy coming in. He let out a sigh and then spoke, to all three of them. “Cindy, they're afraid of you, after what you did. While you may not have known that it was them, the fact of the matter is that you nearly killed them, and that will leave a mental scar on both their minds. Hannah's reaction to you is not surprising, to be perfectly honest.”

Cindy's eyes widened as she heard Richard taking their side in this. It was like he was being pushed away, further and further. Cindy's mind wasn't working on logic right now, but on feelings. The feelings she felt from having her husband shoving her to the floor, running off to another room with his friends instead of with her, and for trying to 'protect' them from her. She had expected Richard to take her side in this. After all, they were just his friends, and she was his wife, the person he swore to always love and be there for.

She dropped to the floor, to her knees and looked down at the ground. “I'm...sorry. Nick, Hannah...please forgive me. I didn't know what I was doing! If I'd know it was you...I would have...I would have helped you!” She stared at the ground, and not at them, only to be surprised, once again. “Cindy, that's enough.” Her head jolted up as she heard Richard being assertive with her, once again. “For now, I think you shouldn't be interacting with the two of them. You can stay here, and talk with us, but leave all of the interaction and moving to me. They might forgive you, in time, but not this quickly. You have to show our friends that you're sorry, by being respectful to them.”

Cindy nodded towards her husband, getting up and looking down at the couple, whom were still gripping each other, tightly. “Sorry, guys. I'll be nice to you, I promise.” she said, hoping they would accept the answer. Hannah was still scowling at the woman, not wanting anything to do with her, but Nick looked up at her and nodded back towards Cindy, showing her that he was willing to give her a chance. “Okay, Cindy.” he said, nearly yelling. “You scared us to death, but we may need you with all of this.”

Cindy smiled and nodded back, saying a brief 'thank you'. The four of them then sat down, together, and tried to figure out what they were going to do, the day going on and inching towards the night...

The four of them spent nearly two hours trying to figure out what had happened and what they were going to do about their vacation, and about Nick and Hannah's unfortunate height problem. Richard, Cindy, or both of them would need to accommodate for Nick and Hannah's loss of height and figure out how they were going to keep on living like this. It would not be an easy thing to do, for any of them. Hannah and Nick would have to deal with the fact that, for the moment, they were the size of an index finger, and that they'd need to learn a lot of new things.

The major problem was the fact that they had no idea how to reverse whatever happened to them. Their best guess on the incident was that the strange storm that had come through, just before Richard and Cindy came by, had somehow brought this accident upon Nick and Hannah. A bolt of lightning had struck the home and shrunk them down to their new height. So, how does one reverse that sort of effect? Do they wait for another storm to come by and pray that it will restore them? For all they knew, if one did come by, it would just shrink Richard and Cindy, making the situation even worse.

So, for now, they would have to rely on the assumption that Nick and Hannah would be stuck like this for awhile, if not forever. Being this small, several things would have to be considered. Where the two of them would be able to sleep, what they'd be able to eat, how they would bathe, what Richard and Cindy would need to help them do, among other things. Being this small had to have been scary for Nick and Hannah, and it had been a miracle that they'd actually been able to get Cindy and Richard's attention before they had accidentally gotten killed.

One thing, for sure, was that they could not, for any reason, wander off on their own. The world was a huge place and, as Cindy had already shown them, it would be incredibly easy to get accidentally stepped on, sat on, or other undesirable things. Both Richard and Cindy were giants to them, and they had to rely on them for most everything. If they needed to go somewhere, they needed to get Richard or Cindy to take them there. Or rather, they would have to get Richard to take them there, since they still weren't sure they could really trust Cindy.

The first thing they discussed, however, was where they were going to sleep. They couldn't share a regular-sized bed, that's for certain. There's no way Richard or Cindy would be able to find them in the morning, were they to use a bed, and there were only two beds per bed room. Richard wanted the two of them someplace that would be easy to reach for both Richard or Cindy during the night, in case something happened and they were in need of help. Thankfully, there was a nightstand that was easily movable into a bedroom and, after some work from Cindy, they had two beds, a nightstand between both of them.

With this in place, any emergency during the night would easily become handleable. The two would always know just where the other two were, and they could call to one another, if they needed it. Richard had planned to use a pillow-case for the bed for Nick and Hannah. After it had been placed and folded up, he placed the two of them there, letting them snuggle up. They had moved to Richard's side of the nightstand, carefully watching Cindy, whom just smiled down at them, every few minutes. The situation was starting to be handled, and Cindy spoke to them. “I hope that you two can trust me, in time. I really am sorry for what happened.”

As they all got settled in for the night, Cindy was laying under her covers, her blouse having been taken off as she went to bed, and Nick had fallen asleep on the nightstand. Richard watched Hannah carefully and whispered to her, trying not to wake Nick, telling her he needed to go and take a shower. She watched as he walked off, closing the bathroom door behind him. She simply turned and stared over at Cindy, whom was laying on her side, watching her, having woken up to the sound of the door being shut. She smiled towards Hannah and whispered to her. “Whatever I've done to make you hate me so much, I hope you can forgive me, Hannah.” Hannah made a sigh and then shook her head, getting up and walking towards the edge of the nightstand, sitting down and watching the woman. “It's n-not that simple! It's not just...because of you almost killing us that is making me angry. It will take time for you to gain my forgiveness. After today, I'm not even sure I really know you.”

Cindy closed her eyes for a moment, thinking about what Hannah was saying. She was, without a doubt, talking about how she was treating Richard earlier. She had heard stories about Hannah being very affectionate towards Richard. She must have seen how she was treating him and felt angry towards her, because of it. She took a deep breath, the wind caused by it blowing Hannah's hair back. As she re-opened her eyes, she smiled and reached out, towards Hannah. Hannah's body flinched, but her finger only softly patted her on the head.

“Tell you what...how about you and I spend some time together tomorrow? I want you to forgive me, Hannah. We can have a girl-to-girl moment. I'm pretty sure Richard was planning on going hiking, so maybe he can take Nick out there, with him, and we can stay inside and have a nice, little chat. You can get out anything you want, okay?” Hannah wasn't sure how to respond to this. Cindy was acting so weird. She didn't have time to. She heard a soft moaning from behind him. “H-Hannah? What are you doing up?”

“Sorry, Nick. I'm coming!” said Hannah, trying to get Nick to go back to sleep. She looked back at Cindy, and stared at her for a moment. “I'll...think about it, Cindy.” “Thanks. Good Night, Hannah.” replied the huge Cindy, smiling and covering her face with the covers, hiding her clenching fist...

Richard had stopped when he went for a shower and hadn't really started right away. He had been standing inside the door, peeking through the crack in the doorway. He had been standing there, listening to everything that Hannah and Cindy had been talking about. He could barely hear what Hannah was saying, but he did let out a small grin. He was a little skeptical about how Cindy was acting, but hearing that she wanted to make peace with Hannah did make him a little happy. He wasn't sure what she had in mind, but he was hoping they would be able to.

He waited until Nick had moved around and Cindy and Hannah had both gone to sleep. He saw Hannah slowly getting down into her little 'bed' with Nick and Cindy covered herself up in her own sheets before completely shutting the door and going towards the shower. Locking the door behind him, he turned the shower on as he began to unbuckle his pants, getting undressed and ready for a shower. Thankfully, there was already a bath robe in the shower that he could throw on, instead of coming back into the bedroom, naked, in front of his friends. They'd likely be asleep, but it would still be embarrassing.

Stepping into the shower, he plugged up the drain so he'd be able to collect water. The cabin had a shower/bath combo, so they could take a shower, bath, or do both. Richard was planning on washing himself off and then resting in the tub for a little while. With the door locked and the rest of them asleep, they wouldn't realize that he was just resting in the tub. He needed to take a nice rest, too, with everything that had happened. There was a lot on his mind as he grabbed the shower poof Cindy had left in there, lathering it up with a bottle of Axe “Excite” body wash, the purple foam oozing out as he pulled it to his chest, lathering himself up.

As usual, Richard gets through the actual 'cleaning' part of his shower very quickly. A few minutes pass and he was spinning himself around, letting the water flow down his body, rinsing all of the purple soap off his body. He sighed as he thought about everything and let the heated water run down his hair, sending warm chills down through his body. Reaching down, he picks up a bottle of shampoo of the same “Excite” scent as the body wash he'd just used and lathered up his air and let the water flow that out as well.

As the water was slowly shut off, there was a cloud of steam roaming around the bathroom and Richard let his body down, laying down in the water. Although he had taken a relatively quick shower, it had allowed plenty of time for the tub to get filled up with water. Water slowly washed over his body as he came down. Resting his head against the back wall of the tub, there was water completely covering him, aside from the tops of his toes and his chest and arms halfway past his elbows. He let out a grin as the water sent a soothing feeling down his spine.

“So much has happened...” he whispered to himself. There was, indeed, a lot on Richard's mind at that moment. The day was finally coming to a close, but it's events were all weighing heavily on his mind, just as it was probably weighing on everyone else's minds as well. The stress and weight of the situation at hand was enough to stress anyone out. As cool as the water was getting at this point, a small stream of sweat started running down Richard's forehead. “What's going to happen from here on in?”

The question was plaguing his mind. What in the world were they going to do about Nick and Hannah's size? Were Richard and Cindy just supposed to assume that they weren't going to become their original height again? Would they have to take them home with them and take care of them, or was there someplace they could take them? Would a Doctor be able to figure out what was wrong with them and fix it, or would they just be tiny forever? Would anyone even believe their story? Would people try to take their friends away from them, were they to show them to others?

This was too much to think about, at the moment. Richard just shook his head and tried to get his mind off all the bad of this situation. “There's no use thinking about all of that right now. For now, I just have to make sure that I can take care of them. It's hard to believe that Cindy almost...killed them.” He stopped and thought about Cindy for a moment. She had changed a lot in the past few hours. It was almost scary how she'd gone from being controlling and bitter to all nice and apologetic. Was it because she'd thought about the situation and had taken Richard's words to heart?

It was very optimistic, but not likely. Richard slowly picked himself up from the bath, pulling the plug, water dripping from every inch of his body. He started to dry himself off, starting with his hair, as he spoke to himself again. “I just hope she can find peace with them. I can't afford to have her bitter, especially given their new size. She could do a lot of harm to either one of them, were she to ever wish it. I just need to keep myself strong. They need me to. Cindy's far too rough when she's in charge. They'd never survive being around her all the time.”

Slipping the robe on, Richard came back into the bedroom. The room was dark, with a bit of moonlight creeping in, through the window. He sat down on the bed and looked towards the nightstand, where he saw Hannah, awake again. She was sitting on the end of the nightstand, watching him. Lowering his hands to her, she jumped in it. She didn't say a word, but only pointed towards the doorway. He blinked, but slowly nodded. Getting up, he walked off, with her, towards the kitchen. Hannah sat there, wrapping her arms around one of his fingers, leaning against it, smiling up towards him. As they walked further, Richard was curious as to what Hannah needed...

Hannah had never really gone to sleep. Cindy and Nick might have, but she was thinking about everything, just laying in the “bed” they'd been given. The situation was far from calming and they needed to find some way out of this mess, or at least, to deal with it. She was the size of a small doll, no bigger than Richard's index finger, and they would, without a doubt, have some difficulties in getting both her and Nick settled into their new life, whether temporary or permanent. Never had she imagined that she'd be spending her vacation, no bigger than the size her finger was earlier that morning.

Yet here she was, and there was more on her mind than just their situation of being shorter. The events of this day had taught her many things, especially about the relationship between Richard and Cindy. Hannah had been the one that had always second-guessed the truthfulness of whether Cindy was good enough for Richard or not. While it was very true that, at the beginning, she only felt this because she loved Richard, deep down, and wanting him for herself. Had the event back in high school worked out correctly, she imagined that she would be married to Richard, not Cindy.

Cindy had not only proven that she wasn't as nice as she made herself out to be, but she was very abusive towards Richard. If the way she acted tonight was anything like the way she acted towards him normally, he was in a bad relationship. Hannah couldn't believe at how Cindy had yelled at him earlier, but that paled in comparison to the fact that when he tried to explain something to her, she forced him to his knees and expected him to submit to her and kiss her feet for forgiveness of something that wasn't even his fault in the first place.

She'd wanted to speak with Richard about this, so she waited for Nick to fall asleep and she'd gotten back up. She knew Richard was still in the shower, the light from the bathroom still shining through the cracks of that doorway. It would only be a matter of time before he came out and she would be able to have a moment, between the two of them. As luck would have it, he came out a few minutes later, only to find her sitting on the edge of the nightstand, waiting for him. She hadn't said a word to him, but she didn't have to. He'd immediately let her climb into his hand and was carrying her towards the kitchen.

She was glad that the place he was taking her was the kitchen, of all places. It was, of course, the place where she'd first seen the worst side of Cindy's actions and attitude towards him. It was a suiting place for her to have this discussion with him, if he would let her. She had a lot to tell him, and wasn't planning on holding anything back, what with Cindy and Nick gone and asleep. She wouldn't have minded Nick being around, but she didn't wish for Cindy to hear a single word of what she wanted to talk to her now-giant friend about.

Richard was surprised to have seen Hannah awake, almost as if she were waiting for him. The way she looked at him told him that she wanted to talk to him about something, so he figured the kitchen would be the best place. Perhaps she had some ideas she wished to share with him about what had happened, or something of the sort? He had no idea, but it wasn't long before he'd found a long bar counter in the kitchen and sat himself down. His hands came down to the counter, which allowed Hannah to jump off and stand on her own.

After getting out of Richard's hand, she walked over to a small salt shaker and leaned against it, as support. She looked up to her big friend and smiled towards him. “Richard, thanks for bringing me out here. I have...some things I want to talk to you about.” Richard was watching her leaning against the salt shaker, trying to contemplate how she felt, at that moment. He was baffled by the size, and the idea of using something tiny, like a stalk shaker, as some sort of support. After a moment, he replied to her, assuming he knew what was going on. “Sure, Hannah. It's about your situation and being smaller, right?”

Hannah slowly shook her head, his assumption not what she wanted to talk about. “No, Richard. I don't want to talk to you about this bad situation with us. If I had, I would have woken Nick and Cindy up to talk more about that. What I want to talk to you is about, well...you. Something that concerns me. Something that has always concerned me, for years, but only came strong today.” Richard was a little confused as to what she meant. What was he doing that was causing so much concern? He hadn't done anything bad lately, he didn't think. “What do you mean, Hannah?” he asked.

“It's about Cindy.” said Hannah, calling up to her friend. “Why do you let her treat you like she does?! We were there, in the bedroom, when she was yelling at you for coming in to look for us. We were also there when she was in the kitchen and....ugh....Why would you ever let someone do that to you, Richard?! Back when we hung out all the time, you'd never blindly follow someone's orders like that!” Richard was now sighing, blowing Hannah's hair back with his breath. “I...well...it doesn't matter, Hannah! You guys helped me set things straight with her. Don't worry about it.”

“...but I DO worry about it! I worry about you, Richard! Your friends' lives being in danger should not be the only thing that forces you to speak your mind to your wife, of all people! What happened to you? What happened to the Richard that Nick and I like so much. What happened to the Richard I...I....” She was having a hard time pushing it out, but no one else was around. No one was around to hear it. “Hannah?” Richard asked, curious and concerned at her sudden nervousness. She walked forward to his hand, which was laying on the table. Laying herself on his finger, she hugged on it. “What happened to the Richard that I love?”

There was a moment of emotion going on in the kitchen, between Hannah and Richard. Hannah hadn't exactly planned on coming out and saying what she just said when they'd first gone to go into the kitchen, but the conversation had just gone in a direction that led to her coming out with it. She'd always wanted to tell Richard that she loved him. It just had never come to a time where she could effectively tell him. There was a lot of emotion built up in Hannah's heart, ever since that day where she and Nick had accidentally gotten together.

It's not that Hannah never wanted to tell Richard. She wanted to tell her, from day one, but she was in too much conflict. She loved Richard, but Nick was loving her and cherished every moment of their relationship. Hannah was willing to give up Richard to make Nick happy, but when she'd seen how Cindy acted towards him, she couldn't help it. She thought on things much too hard to completely ignore what was happening to Richard. She couldn't stand for Richard being mistreated in such a way and her old feelings for Richard had easily resurfaced.

Hannah may not have been shocked at this conversation, but Richard was starting to. Had Hannah told him that she loved him, normally, it might not have meant much. Friends talked about loving one another all the time, but this was a little different. The way Hannah's voice had used itself told Richard that it was something more than that. She felt very emotional in it, and hearing that tiny voice sent shivers down his spine and created a knot in his stomach. He felt that Hannah actually meant was she said. “H-Hannah? You...love me? But...I haven't changed. I'm still the same--”

“No, you're not!” yelled Hannah, her face getting more and more red all the time, looking up from her laying position on his finger. She knew what he was like before, and as much as he may have wanted to say he was the same person as before, she knew that he wasn't. Even she, a person that was only a few inches in height, had managed to completely intimidate Richard and shut him up with a little forced speech. She let a moment's pause go by before she furthered her point. Ensuring that he knew that he wasn't going to get out of this with just telling her he was the same.

“You see? You're not the same. I'm only a few inches tall, and I was able to completely cut you off just now. I'm the size of your finger, for crying out loud!” She took a deep breath, completely flustered. Richard just sat there, blinking, not knowing what he could say to her. She didn't give him a chance to, though. “You let Cindy walk all over you. You never acted like this when the three of us used to hang out together! You were always the leader, never a follower. You bend to her will, like she's some sort of goddess or something! She's not a goddess! She treats you badly. Why....Why do you put up with it? What did she do to you?! Did she...hurt you?” Hannah couldn't help it, but she was starting to get a tear rolling down her face, not able to take him denying all of these changes that were incredibly obvious.

Richard was feeling more and more nervous as the conversation went on. He didn't think he'd really changed that much, but had he? Hannah's words, the expression on her face, and most of all, the tear that had suddenly started to flow down her face, were making him think about this. “I...” He didn't know what to say. As he thought about it, he did remember those times, years ago, where he would lead them through everything they did together. Thinking about how Cindy was able to control him so easily, he did realize that something had happened. He'd just never thought about it until now.

“Hannah...I...I don't bend to her will, all the time. You saw for yourself...” He was bringing up the only example he could think of, which she'd already complained about in this conversation. However, it was the only thing he could think of to use. “I stood up to her when I found you and Nick, and I haven't been a carpet since then, right? It's not as bad as you think!” Hannah sat up on the finger and gave him a blank face. “Oh, come on! You stood up to her because she was about to KILL US! Are you trying to tell me that, at home, she can act like she does, and you don't submit to her every whim? Because if you are, I'm sorry, but I don't believe you for a second! Every last thing she's talked back to you about has been easily submitted to. Don't expect me to believe that it's any different at home!”

Richard frowned at this. Hannah wasn't believing him. He wanted to think that everything was just fine, but in the back of his mind, he knew it wasn't. He did, indeed, submit to Cindy's every whim. If she wanted him to be a human carpet for him, he did so. If she wanted him to lay at the end of the bed, with her feet laying on his face, he would do so. If she did a host of other things, he did so, without a second thought. Hannah was right, completely. He would have to accept it. He slowly nodded, blushing his face. “I...you're right, Hannah. I'm...sorry.”

The man was apologizing to her. Although Hannah didn't appreciate the apology, she was glad that he recognized what was going on. She nodded back to him and started talking to him about this problem. “Well, not that you accept it, we need to fix it, Richard. We may not be able to...be together, like I'd always hoped, but I'll help you with this problem! I want you to be happy, and I'll do anything I can, in order to achieve that goal.” Little did Hannah know that the two of them weren't having a private conversation...

Richard and Hannah's discussions was far from alone. They figured that the two others were fast asleep, but they were far from it, to be honest. Cindy had been trying to get to the sleep when Richard had come back into the room, but she had not been asleep, thinking about what Hannah had told her and planning things that she was planning to do with and to Hannah the next day. As much as her actions said otherwise, she still felt quite bitter for what Richard had done to her earlier that day. She wouldn't be able to just let that go.

Her eyes had opened up upon hearing the bathroom door open and the slight illumination that shined on her covers from before Richard turned the lights of the bathroom out. She stayed in her laying position, carefully listening to the sounds he made as he walked over to the bed. The bed's springs had creaked when he sat down. She was expecting to hear them creak again as he laid himself down for bed, but that didn't happen. Instead, she heard him walking off. As soon as he'd cleared the room, she took her covers off and looked to see him moving towards the kitchen. Looking at the nightstand, he realized that Hannah was gone, too.

Curiosity overtaking her, she was planning to head off to the kitchen. Before she left, though, she looked back, towards Nick. If Richard and Hannah were off, talking about something they didn't want the two of them to know, Cindy thought it might be a good idea to take Nick with her. Although she didn't really like Nick for being part of what had made Richard hurt her, if Hannah was off, doing something in secret, it might be better for Nick to watch as well, not to mention the yelling she'd obviously get if she left him in there, by himself. She poked around, waking Nick up and collected him into her hand. He'd gotten up and nearly screamed as he felt his body being moved, but was quickly quieted down by Cindy. “Shh...your girlfriend and Richard just went off somewhere. We're going to find out where. Got it?”

Nick blinked at what she said, but nodded his head in agreement. He felt that, since he was already in her hand, he didn't really have a choice in the matter. He wrapped his arms around her finger and tightly hugged onto it as he agreed. “L-Lead the way!” Cindy looked won at him and almost started to smile as she saw and felt what he was doing. Nick depended on her right now. He was clenching onto her finger, like she was the only thing protecting from a fall to certain doom. Before long, the two of them had slowly crept out of the room and were peeking into the kitchen. Cindy's head was around the corner of the hallway, and her hand next to it, the finger holding Nick in the air as they looked at the scene in the kitchen.

“What happened to the Richard I love?” The message had been the first thing that Cindy and Nick had come to hearing. Nick didn't quite hear it, but Cindy could, her ears being much bigger and more sensitive than Nick's. Her jaw dropped as she heard the situation, and heard what Hannah was talking about, with Cindy abusing Richard and how she'd changed him, for the worse. Her hand shook and her face got red. Nick nearly yelped as the finger he held onto started shaking around, too. Whispering, loudly, into Cindy's ear, he tried to find out what happened, as he leaned further into the finger, trying to stay balanced. “Wha-...Hey! What's wrong?! What happened?! What--”

He was immediately silenced when another large finger came up, pushing against his face, keeping him quiet. Cindy was quivering a little, but she maintained a slow and quiet pace as she backed away, taking Nick back to the bedroom with her. Her finger was on his face the entire time, not wanting him to start yelling out again and alter the other two to the fact that they were nearby. Although Nick was incredibly scared at the sudden change, he held onto Cindy's hand as tight as he could. He had to depend on her, for right now.

As they got back to the bedroom, Cindy sat down on the bed and set Nick on the nightstand, where his 'bed' was. Taking a moment to let go of Cindy's finger, finding her warmth and soft touch to be surprisingly comforting, he came back down on the nightstand and looked up at her. She was sitting next to him, still over half her body towering over him. She looked down at him with an expression that almost looked regretful and sad. He called up to her again. “Why are we back in here? What happened in there? What did they say?!”

Cindy couldn't believe what she'd heard enough to want to say it to Nick. She was flustered and hurt by what had happened. Hannah had told Richard that she loved him, and Cindy wasn't sure how to handle that. At first, she wanted to burst into that room, with Nick in her palm and expose those two, making them aware that they'd heard every word of that conversation. On another hand, she also didn't want that. She seemed to already be in a bad place with her husband, and she didn't need that place to get any worse by showing them that they'd been spying on them.

She laid herself down on the bed, her head now level with Nick. Reaching forward, she softly patted him on the head and rubbed along his hair for a moment, almost smiling as she did so, hearing footsteps from the hallway. “My little Nick, nothing happened that you need to know right now. We need to be off to sleep, before they come back. I'll tell you all about what happened tomorrow, okay? For now, you must sleep. We can't let them realize that we were still up.” Her other hand then came forward and, as gently as she could, rested her little friend in the pillowcase, ready for bed. “Night night, little guy.”

Nick had blinked at first, not knowing what to make of how Cindy was acting. He could hear the footsteps from Richard re-approaching the room, though. Before he had a chance to say anything, he'd been pulled up and into the bed. Cindy's touch was, just as her attitude had been lately, gentle. It almost felt like she was making sure not to hurt him. She even wished him good night, in a sweet tone. Could she really have changed? He didn't know, but he simply smiled towards her and waved his hand as he pulled the 'sheet' up. “Night, Cindy.”

The two laid down and closed their eyes just as Richard and Hannah were walking back into the room, ready for bed, themselves.

The conversation between Hannah and Richard had ended quickly, both of them realizing that they couldn't exactly solve all of his problems overnight, and the others could wake up sometime and realize they were gone. Not wanting to worry any of them, or get them curious about what they were doing, Hannah hopped back into Richard's hand and rode back to the bedroom. When they got there, Cindy and Nick were laying in their separate beds, seemingly asleep. As Richard walked back over to the bed, he set Hannah down on the nightstand, Nick, turned the other way and trying to hold his eyes shut, as tight as he could.

The bed was positioned, so that the side of it was facing Cindy's bed. As Richard put himself to bed, Nick opened his eyes, only to see Cindy's giant form laying in bed, looking over towards him and the other three. There was a look of disappointment on her face, and he was curious about what Cindy had heard. He'd gone through something interesting just now. Not only had he been spying on his friends, but he was starting to learn that, as scared as he might have been, he had to learn to trust Cindy. Like it or not, she was a bigger person, and he would need to learn to rely on her for things, like taking him places, along with Richard. They couldn't expect Richard to do everything for them, and Cindy just stand by, doing nothing.

As curiosity took it's toll, he made a frowned gesture towards Cindy before closing his eyes again, feeling Hannah's side softly pushing against his back, her arm wrapping around him. His body was being squeezed by his girlfriend, like he were some sort of giant teddy bear, her mind drifting off to sleep and her head resting against his shoulder. “Mmm...come here, my love.” she said, obviously still fast asleep. Whatever she was dreaming was something a lot more pleasant than what had been going on today. “Mmm...hold me, love me...Ri--” Her statement ended in the dream and Nick blinked, slowly pushing Hannah away from him and opening his eyes.

What had she just said? Did she just start to say 'Richard' in her dream? That was something that was troubling, and Nick felt a little strange at hearing it. Quickly shaking his head, he tried to hold onto himself. “Just a dream, Nick. She's just having a dream.” He whispered to himself, making sure he knew not to think too hard on everything that was going on and what Hannah had just said, in a dream. After getting everything out of his head that he could, he laid himself down againa and closed his eyes, preparing for the night.

Cindy, with her ever-so-sensitive ears, had picked up everything that had just happened, and was partially glad she had not told Nick about what she heard yet. Had he known that Hannah was proclaiming her love for Richard that night, it might have made that scene even weirder. It still didn't change the fact that what was happening was bad, for both of them. She was thinking much too hard on it, thinking that Hannah's proclaiming of love was somehow connected to Richard pushing on her, and that he was being pulled away from her. She turned in her bed, and looked towards the wall, whispering to herself. “I can't let this happen. I won't. I'm not losing my husband. I'll just have to...get a little help from my small friend.” She smiled as she covered herself up, thinking of something else to do in the morning.

By the time morning had come, the sun crept into the bedroom and two of the four friends were about to wake from their slumber. Hannah, surprisingly, had woken up early this day, and was ready for this new day. She had a lot of things on her mind, a lot of things that she wanted to do to help out Richard and to get herself adjusted to living with her big friends. As she looked over, she saw Richard laying on his bed, one arm laying against the nightstand, leading to the rest of his body, most of the bathrobe off his chest. She looked over at him, and began to run along his hand, treading carefully, until she got over to his shoulder.

As soon as she got to his shoulder, her feet stumbled a little and she fell off the fabric and onto his chest. Her body rolled and she yelped as she hit his bare skin. Rolling down, she felt the heat coming from his body until she hit what felt like a soft wall. Whining out in the pain of things, she looked up to see that Richard's hand had come in the way and he was looking down at her, with a smile on his face. “Good morning, Hannah. Are you having fun down there?” Hannah's face immediately went red as she tried to think of an excuse as to why she was on his bare chest. Calling up, she said. “J-Just...trying to get you up! I'm kinda hungry and was...wondering what we could fix for breakfast!”

Richard took the suggestion, though he wasn't sure that's exactly what she was doing. Letting her hop into his hand, he slowly fixed his robe and got up. On his way across the room, he saw that Cindy was awake as well, staring up at the ceiling, stretching a little as she took a look at the ceiling. Her eyes darted off towards Richard, noting that he was holding Hannah. She'd seen every move that Hannah had just done and she gave her a strange look. Upon coming by her, Richard greeted her. “Morning, Cindy. I'm gonna take Hannah in for breakfast. Can you wake Nick up and meet us in there?”

Cindy blinked for a moment, before taking her eyes off Hannah and switched them to Richard. “Sure, honey. We'll be there in just a minute or two.” Richard walked out of the room and Cindy slowly got herself up, moving towards the nightstand. Nick was already up as well, it seemed. He was watching Hannah walking away, with Richard, and then looked to Cindy, a look of disappointment on his face. For some reason, he knew she knew something. As she got down, close to him, he looked up and spoke. “What happened to them last night, Cindy?”

Cindy's face wanted to grin, realizing that she'd be able to start what she was planning that morning. Letting out a fake sigh, she got down on her knees, offering her hands to Nick. “Let's go to the bathroom to wash up. We can discuss this in there...” She waited for Nick to climb into her hands and then walked towards the bathroom, acting as gentle as she could with him, needing him, out of the three others, to trust her for what she was beginning to plan...

Richard and Hannah were off in the kitchen somewhere, and both Cindy and Nick had just gotten up. Nick knew that Cindy knew something he didn't. The way Hannah had acted in her dreams last night was troublesome to him, to say the very least. He was getting some very strange thoughts in his head, and he wanted some answers. He, nervously, climbed into Cindy's hand and clenched onto one of her fingers, looking up at the gigantic woman. She was looking forward, her hair a little fuzzy from sleeping the night before, and had a warm heat about her.

The heat was moving into his body, and he almost started to calm down. Cindy had been nothing but a seemingly-unstoppable rage-monster the day before, but ever since they'd been discovered and Richard stood up to her, she's seemed...different. Nick wasn't quite sure if it was really her being different because of what Richard did or not, but how she held him last night, and the way she'd gotten him up and let him come into her hand this morning made him feel a little safer around her. He, of all people, went through a lot with her, but right now, she seemed so...gentle with him. He almost started to smile up towards her before they made it back to the bathroom.

Cindy slowly walked into the bathroom and came to the sink, taking a look at herself in the mirror. Her hair was fuzzy and was a complete mess from sleeping the night before. She shook her head for a moment before lowering her hand down to the sink, letting Nick off. “Come on, Nick. You can't hug my finger all day. They're waiting on us, so the sooner you get on the sink, the sooner I can wash up a little bit and we can talk about...last night.” She still wasn't sure what to make of him being so tiny, but she had more important things to worry about, like what happened last night, between Richard and Hannah.

Nick willingly let go of her finger and hopped onto the sink. He walked about halfway back on the marble surface and saw next to the top of the sink bowl, leaning back against a small cylinder that held a toothbrush. Looking up towards her, he could see Cindy's massive form reaching to the other side of the sink, lifting a hair brush at least twice his height into the air. He watched her, in amazement. His perspective was an incredible one. He could see such a huge object being lifted so effortlessly, by an impossibly-huge person. Had this scenario not been so dreadful, he would be very intrigued by the situation.

Cindy dragged the brush through her hair, wincing every couple seconds, finding tangles and trying to straighten it out. As the brush roughly went through her hair, she looked down at Nick, whom looked as if he were waiting for something. Then, she remembered that she was supposed to be talking about the stuff going through his head. Running her other hand up her hips and onto the sink, she slowly began to speak to him, beginning the conversation. “Last night, you couldn't hear what Richard and Hannah were saying to one another, I'm guessing. Well...you're probably glad you didn't hear it. I, honestly, wish I hadn't heard it.”

This made Nick stand up. What had they said to one another? What could have been so bad? He had a bad feeling that whatever had gone on that night had something to do with what Hannah had spoken about in her dream, talking about Richard being her love. He walked forward and sat down, next to Cindy's hand, putting his hand on one of her fingers, grazing over the hard, smooth nail of her finger. “I still want to hear it, Cindy. I...need to hear it.”

Cindy slightly moved her finger, feeling his tiny hands running along her fingernail. As she finished brushing her hair down, she lifted up a finger and then set it back down, tapping it against the sink. Nick had fidgeted to this. She thought this was very interesting. The amount of control she had over him was only beginning to show itself. She could make him nervous by simply tapping her fingernail on the sink. She was starting to get a lot of thoughts about what she'd be able to do later on, as things progressed further.

For now, though, she needed to talk to Nick. “Well, Nick...” she said, in the most apologetic-sounding voice she could muster. “It seems that your girlfriend has shown some...interest in Richard. Now, I know you've all been friends for who knows how long, but when we'd gone in there, before I had a moment and took us back to the bedroom, I heard Hannah talking to him. She talked about...loving him.” She stopped after this, looking down towards Nick, her pupils starting to quiver. She didn't want to tell him all this, though at the same time, she really did. Part of her wanted him to know to further her plans, and another part of her didn't want to break that to him.

Nick didn't say anything. His jaw just dropped and he felt a knot in his stomach. “W-What?! She loves Richard?!” he said, raising his voice. Cindy's finger quickly came up and covered his face for a moment. “Shh!” she said. “Keep it down. You don't want them to hear you, do you? They don't think we know about this! She kept her finger close to Nick during this time, knowing that he would be going through some very strange feelings very soon. She then let out a sigh, and looked at him again. “Sorry I had to tell you that. But...that's just what I heard. It's okay if you don't believe me.”

Nick was feeling a lot and had impulsively grabbed onto Cindy's finger, pushing his face against it. “No...I believe you.” he said, looking up to her. “After hearing something she said in a dream last night, and thinking about it...I do believe you, Cindy. I just...can't believe it, and of all times.” He started to stare off, keeping himself close to Cindy's finger, not even realizing what he was getting himself into. Cindy pulled her finger around and him into her palm. She softly pat him on the head with a free finger. “There, there...at least you know now. At least we...both know now.”

Nick looked up at Cindy with a confused, yet sad look on his face. “What are we going to do? I...don't want to lose Hannah, and I'm sure you don't want to lose Richard!” Cindy nodded as he spoke to her, and then continued to run her finger down Nick's back, rubbing his tiny body. “No, I don't. What we'll do is...we won't let them. I'm not sure how, but we won't let them. We have to do something about it.”

“Yeah, you're right!” said Nick, hearing Cindy's stern words flowing through his body. He believed that something had to be done. He loved Hannah and, while he wanted her to be happy, wasn't sure if he could take her leaving him, now of all times. He leaned into Cindy's finger as she moved from the sink, back to the bedroom. “Thank you for telling me this, Cindy, and thank you for being so...kind to me. Before now, I thought you were a mean person, after how you'd acted around us earlier, but...I'm glad you're here to tell me all this and be careful with me.”

“No problem, little guy. We've both got relationships in jeopardy. Besides, you're a little guy. Big Cindy's gotta take care of you and figure out how we're gonna fix all these messes that are coming up.” She smiled down to him, which made him smile back up. He rode with her and thought that Cindy might not have been nearly as bad as they thought she was...

Richard wasn't entirely sure about leaving Nick in Cindy's care that morning. He wasn't so sure about her intentions, or about how she had been acting that night. Her change was just so sudden and so drastic. Could someone really have wholeheartedly changed that much all at once? He didn't know, but what he did know was that Cindy seemed to be acting and treating both Nick and Hannah with care, and until he had a reason to doubt her and keep them away from her, she deserved a chance to prove herself. With Hannah up and ready for breakfast, he decided he would leave Nick in Cindy's care. After all, how hard could it possibly be to take someone from the bedroom to the kitchen?

Not much time had passed since Richard had gotten to the kitchen. When he'd started digging through the refrigerator, he tried to think of what Hannah would even be able to eat. She was smaller than most foods, so would soft foods seem harder or thicker to her? It obviously would be thicker, but what about hardness? Would she be able to bite into some foods, now that they were so much bigger than she was? He had taken a few minutes to question Hannah about this, trying to find out what he could make her, which she just decided on eggs or yogurt. They were always soft, and probably the softest breakfast food, other than yogurt. Richard decided to prepare both of them for her, and for Nick, whenever he and Cindy arrived.

Richard had a plate over on the counter, next to a large, square, black stove, adorned with four spiral-designed burners. One of the burners was on, a hot pan on top of it, with an egg being cooked. Hannah was standing on the counter, the plate separating her from the stove, where Richard stood. She was still getting used to the situation of being smaller. Her fingers curled and uncurled almost constantly and she wiped her hand across her forehead. The heat from the stove was reaching her, and it made it feel like a hot, summer day. The idea that a stove could influence her environment so much was incredible, as was everything else.

“Are you okay, Hannah? It looks like you're sweating.” said Richard, leaving the stove for a moment and lowering his face down to the counter, right in front of her. He had finally seen the effects the stove was having on her, and wished to take her someplace else. “If it's too hot over here, I can take you over to the table or something. I know you're not exactly fond of the heat.” Hannah looked up towards him, smiling at his kindness and nodded towards him. “Yeah. Thanks, Richard.” She waited for him to present his palm to her and, after wiping off another stream of sweat, she hopped into his hand and rode across the kitchen.

As she was set down on the table, she let herself sit on the long, white tablecloth. Richard sat down at the table with her, for a moment, informing her that it would still be a few more minutes before the food would be ready. He sat his arms on the table, directly in front of her, and let out a sigh. She took this opportunity to walk up to him and lean her body over his arm. As if she were leaning over the side of a couch, she leaned herself on his arm. The hairs on the arm brushed against her arms and her shirt tightened as she looked up at his face. He had a look of almost concern as he peered down at her.

Richard had one thing on his mind, and that was what had happened the night before. Hannah coming out with all of that information, promising to help him with the problem with Cindy, and telling him that she loved him. That was, quite possibly, the hardest statement he had ever heard someone say to him, especially her. He'd thought about it a lot that night, and still wasn't sure what to make of it all. The only thing he could think to do was to inquire about it, before Cindy and Nick were around. “Hannah...about last night. I...I'm not sure what to say about what you came out and told me.”

Hannah could almost feel the concern in Richard's voice, and the hesitation to respond to what she had told him. She told him a lot of things last night, but she had a feeling she knew what statement, in particular, that he was trying to respond to. It was the one statement that she wished, deep down, that he'd responded to, years before. She knew what she wanted, but she also knew what was right and wrong. Laying her head down on his arm, she rubbed on it with one of her hands. The situation didn't lend itself well. She was small and she was finding attention and care from him. She was being given affection and care from the one person she wanted it from.

Part of her wanted to come out further. She had a desire to kiss on his arm and tell him more about her feelings for him, but she also knew that wouldn't be the right thing to do. Nor did she know how Cindy would react to knowing that she was in love with Richard. No matter how gentle and how kind Cindy acted, when someone tells you that they're in love with your husband, it is never an easy thing to deal with. There's jealousy, sad and depressive feelings, angry feels, and almost every other kind of feeling that you could come up with.

It might be similar to how she felt when she found out that Richard was getting married. She thought that Cindy was stealing Richard away from her. Were Cindy to ever think that of Hannah, there would be problems. Also was the fact that she was only a few inches tall. Were Cindy to start hating Hannah, there was so much that she could do to her. It's not like Hannah could fight Cindy off, were she to want to just grab her and force her into whatever she pleased. She had to be very careful with the situation.

As she thought about problems, she quickly said “It's okay, Richard. I don't need a response.” and stood up, hearing some pounding footsteps coming from the other room. Backing up to the middle of the table, she and Richard both looked to the hall, seeing Cindy and Nick walking towards them, about to join them for breakfast. Richard got up as they approached and went back to tending the eggs.

Nick felt like he was having a change-of-heart towards Cindy. As they walked through the bedroom and into the hallway, he felt a certain amount of connection with her. She had been a scary, towering monstrosity the day before, when he was on the floor, trying to evade her enormous feet, but since they'd been discovered, she was a little different around him. She'd been treating him with care and had been making him feel rather safe around her. He still had a feeling in the back of his gut that told him to fear her and be careful around her, but the gentleness of how she had been acting was making that feeling less and less influential.

Perhaps he was feeling connected to her because of the one thing they had in common, at that point. As much as Nick hated to admit it, the signs of what Hannah had been doing the past couple days had lead him to believe that she was right in the fact that both their relationships may have been in trouble. After leaving the bathroom, Cindy had spoken to him about how Hannah had woken up that morning. Cindy had been the first to wake up, but one of the last to actually leave the bed. She saw Hannah jumping and rolling around on Richard's body, trying to wake him up. She'd willingly told Nick about this, trying to make the situation more and more apparent to him.

Nick wasn't sure what it was, but the fact of the matter was that he was starting to feel like Hannah really was slipping away from him. Confessing her feels to Richard, dreaming about him that night, waking up and jumping all over his body to wake him up, rather than waking Nick up and then the two of them waking up either Richard or Cindy for breakfast? All of the signs were making him feel strange. The wind blew past his hair as he sat on Cindy's palm, one hand around her index finger like a sailor riding atop the sail of a ship. A big, warm ship that could talk and walk around, without the aid of wheel and a said. As he rode, he thought about all of these things, pondering them, and hurting a little from them.

He and his 'ship' quickly made it to the kitchen. Although the cabin looked so massive to him, it was still just a normal cabin, and he had a normal-sized person carrying him there. As they came in, both Cindy and Nick stopped at the corner, looking in. Nick's grip on Cindy's finger got a little tighter as both of them got disgusted looks on their faces as they saw Richard and Hannah at the table, just like the night before. Only now, Hannah was leaning over, using Richard's arm like a couch. It had only lasted a moment or so, but it was still there. She looked like she was happy, a big grin on her face as she spoke, before she realized they were coming and got up.

Nick couldn't help but sigh at seeing the two of them. Cindy had told him a lot, and he'd thought a great deal that morning. He was starting to feel a lot of things, though Cindy was feeling a lot more than he was. Nick was just feeling thoughts such as jealousy and sadness. As Cindy was looking in on Richard and Hannah, seemingly having a fun time together, she got frustrated, very frustrated. It took everything she had to keep up her calm attitude, and not just flat-out scream at Richard, calling him on what he and Hannah were doing. She had an enormous amount of restraint in her system, and it was a good thing, too. Were she to lose it, right here, things would not end well.

She wanted to do so many things, both to Richard and Cindy. In the back of her mind, she wished that Richard had befallen the freak storm that had ended up shrinking Nick and Hannah. Then, she would have a toy-sized husband, and she would never have trouble with him again. She could put him down by her feet whenever she wanted, and he could let them be his world. He could let her be his world. She would never have to worry about his yelling at her or pushing her again. She sighed as she walked closer to the room, ensuring that she calmed herself, getting all of those situations out of her head. She couldn't afford to lose it. Not yet, anyways.

“Good morning, Richard, Hannah.” Walking closer, Cindy calmly sat herself down on a wooden chair, creaking and sliding it's four legs across the floor as she did so. Hannah and Nick had both covered their ears as they heard the thunder-esque noise coming from the floor until it had been moved enough that the woman sat her panty-clad butt down on it. She crossed her legs, dangling her left foot in the air as she lowered her hand down to the table, allowing Nick a quick exit. He'd held onto her finger as tight as he could on his way down until she say “Go on, Nick.” Making a quick gesture towards Hannah, he hugged tightly against the finger, rubbing his cheek against it before letting go and coming onto the white tablecloth.

Hannah had seen this action and wasn't exactly sure what he was doing. Hugging on Cindy's finger? What was that about? The woman had tried to kill them several times the day before. How could she have warmed up to him that quickly? Had they been doing other things while she was with Richard to help build up some trust in Nick? She wasn't exactly sure, but she started walking towards Nick when Richard spoke up, on the amount of time it had taken for Cindy and Nick to arrive in the kitchen. As he spoke, he got up and started walking back towards the stove to check on the food. “You took your time in getting here, didn't you?”

Cindy and Nick quickly looked at one another, and then back towards Hannah and Richard. “Oh, you know...” started Cindy, quickly thinking up something to tell them. “It takes me a little while to get myself up, and I had to be careful with Nick. I can't, very well, walk casually, knowing that my little friend could fall off and get hurt. You understand that, Honey. Right?” She smiled and Nick laughed a little, through his nose, as he realized that Cindy already had an excuse ready, to avoid telling them that she'd been talking to him about how Hannah and Richard might have been pushing away from the two of them.

Richard got back to the stove, taking the eggs off the pan and onto a small plate. “Y-yeah...sure.” He almost felt being pushed down again, as Cindy talked about walking slower to maintain Nick's safety. He hadn't really thought about slowing down his walking pace for Hannah. He'd just walked like he normally would. It was almost sounding like Cindy was the more careful of the two, and it was embarrassing him. “Anyways, breakfast is ready. I hope you three like eggs and yogurt, because I figure that's all we can really make that the two of them can eat properly.”

Cindy smiled towards Richard, realizing that she was taking some slight control back into the situation as she watched him walk back to the table, plate in hand...   

Cindy had a nice, big grin on her face as Richard reacted oddly to her little speech about walking slower and being more careful to make sure that Nick was being handled carefully and that he was safe. She'd gotten a reaction out of him that she wasn't expecting. She was just using those words as an excuse for why she and Nick took so long to get into the room, with the rest of them. However, it seemed to work in her favor, pushing down on Richard, ever-so-slightly, with the fact that Richard probably had not even thought about doing that for Hannah.

Nick could see all of this going on, and knew there was a lot of conflict in this room. More than some of them knew, in fact. He assumed that both Richard and Hannah were oblivious to the fact that both he and Cindy knew about what had happened last night, and about what Hannah had been telling Richard about her, about them. He stayed close to Cindy's hand as he was put on the table, just looking over towards Hannah as she watched Richard move over towards the stove again and walking back with a plate of food. Her attention wasn't even on him. She wasn't asking him how his night went or anything. All she seemed to care about was what Richard was doing.

He was looking past the fact that Richard was steadily walking back, his calm, yet firm footsteps causing loud, quaking sounds as he came back to the table. The plate was coming towards them, and they were about to eat. Unfortunately, two of the four people didn't really want to eat, at that moment. Two of them were too distracted, disgusted at the events that were unfolding in this cabin to think about anything else. Nick normally wasn't bothered by little emotional things like this, but the idea of losing Hannah was affecting him a lot. He couldn't shake the fact that he might lose Hannah in this venture, assuming she really spilled her feelings for Richard the night before.

The table moved, slightly, as the plate was set down on it. Hannah was right next to it, and she'd falling over, right into the plate. Her face fell down at such an angle that it plunged straight into the big pile of white yogurt. As Nick fell backward, Cindy's hand breaking his fall, they all looked at Hannah and started to crack smiles. She pulled her head up and screamed at the fact that she could feel the thick, creamy yogurt all over her face. “Hannah! Are you okay?! Here, I'll get you a towel or...something!” said Richard, quickly walking off. He was concerned for Hannah, having dunked her face into the yogurt, but the other two weren't so concerned.

Nick started chuckling and laughing at the scene. He always knew that Hannah was a little bit clumsy, but this was just, plain hilarious. Richard had gotten a small washcloth from the kitchen and was on his way back when Hannah was turning to Nick, seeing him laughing at her. “H-Hey! It's not...not funny!” This only made Nick laugh harder. He walked forward, putting his hand on her shoulder. He wasn't sure he wanted to talk to her, but he figured he had to, and this situation was just too funny. “Hannah, my love, if our plights were reversed, you'd be laughing your butt off, too. I guarantee it.”

Hannah let out a loud, frustrated sigh as he told her all of this. She tried to give him a sad look, but it was hard to get such an expression past the mask of yogurt that was now covering her entire face. A couple moments passed before Richard came back with the washcloth and brought his hands down, towards Hannah. “Here, Hannah. I brought you a little washcloth. Just hold still and I'll get all of that sticky yogurt off your little face.” He was volunteering to clean her up for her. This got eyebrow-raising expressions from both Cindy and Nick. They had no intentions of letting Richard get any closer to Hannah that he could.

“I'll do it!” called out Nick. Richard had stopped the cloth's descent towards Hannah's face, and Richard looked at him. “Excuse me?” Getting a serious look on his face, Nick responded again. “I said I'll do it! Hannah's my girlfriend! She's the love of my life. I've cleaned her up before, and I know how gentle to do it. Please, let me clean her up!” He was being very insistent, even walked over towards where part of the washcloth was hanging down, grabbing a corner of it and tugging it towards him. He really wanted to this, himself, and didn't want Richard to do it. Cindy's talking to him had worked. He realized that he could lose Hannah, and didn't want that to happen, one bit. He wanted to do this for Hannah, and anything else that he could.

“But, Nick...don't you think it'll be a little...ummm...heavy?” Richard had no idea why Nick was being so insistent on cleaning her up himself. It would be so much easier for Richard to do it. However, the situation kept looking more and more like Nick really wanted to do it and they didn't want him to do it. He soon heard Cindy's voice coming from the side. “Just let the poor guy clean up his girl, Richard. He clearly wants to do it, himself. If the rag's a little heavy for him, then let it be. Hannah is his girl, and you should let him take care of her. Just give up the rag!”

Cindy had not expected to be coming into the conversation so soon, but she saw what Nick was doing. He didn't want Richard doing this with Hannah. Even thought the cloth would be heavy, he desperately wanted to do it himself. So, she decided she would help him out, a little. This isn't how she imagined they would start to separate Hannah from Richard, but it was a start. Richard soon felt pressured and let the cloth down, for Nick to take and use. He sighed as he looked at Nick struggling to lift all of it, and bringing a corner to Hannah's face.

It took a good few minutes, but Nick strained himself long enough to clean off Hannah's face. “There. All better, honey. You're as beautiful as ever!” Pulling Hannah towards him, he gave her a soft kiss on the lips and whispered in her ear before they began breakfast. “You're beautiful, Hannah. I love you.” As Hannah stood there, she blinked and thought about what Nick had just said to her. He'd never randomly kissed her like that before. A couple moments passed and the three of them were separating the food and quickly ate their breakfast, getting ready for the rest of the day...

The breakfast had gone quickly for some of them, but for others, it was long. For Cindy, it went by quite quickly. She was happy, and glad that Nick had done what he did. He was doing what anyone would do if they felt that the love of their life was slipping away from them. He pushed himself forward and was showing Hannah his affection, right off the bat. Very little can show a lover that you love them more than an affectionate kiss on the lips, and the compliments that he'd given Hannah. Cindy quickly finished her meal, thinking on how Hannah would be confused throughout the morning.

Nick stayed by Hannah as he ate, letting his body touch hers. What Cindy had told her had made him proactive in making sure Hannah knew he greatly enjoyed her presence. He knew that she was getting attached to Richard, so he had to make sure she knew that he wanted her around, and that he loved her. He'd already taken a step in the right direction, according to what was going through his head. To avoid losing her, he would come out and show her everything that was inside him. Everything that he loved about her. Anything less would not be good enough.

As soon as they'd all finished, Hannah was still incredibly confused. Nick had never been this forward with her before. As soon as he had finished up his food, his arm went around her shoulders and he leaned against her, taking a rest. He was just sitting there, his body leaning against hers, and he had a smile on his face. Although she enjoyed the feeling of someone on her, she didn't understand it. She impulsively leaned her head to the side, against his, which let him know that there was still something in her that was for him. She wasn't sure what else to do. She wanted to go near Richard, but for the moment, it was almost as if Nick needed her.

In reality, he did need her. At least, he thought he did. His mind had been shifted, thanks to recent events, and almost all that was on his mind was emotion and the thought of losing her. There were nervous feelings all around his gut, and he felt like he needed her company, that he wouldn't be okay if someone weren't around to keep him company. He could, of course, have Cindy's company, and hug on her finger, as he'd done earlier, but Cindy wasn't his girlfriend. Hannah was and, until the others were ready to get up from the table, he wanted to be by the person he still might have a chance of being with.

“Such a cute pair of lovers, still affectionate, even after having this happen to them.” said Cindy, a big smile on her face. She had noticed the perfect opportunity to start planting seeds of her own. Telling Nick about what Hannah had said the night before was starting a chain of events that was seemingly perfect for her. Her goal was to get things back to the way they were, and to keep Hannah's love away from her husband, and what better way to do so than to have the two little friends enjoying one another's company and her mentioning them being lovers?

It was, indeed, perfect. Her loud voice swept through the room, making both Hannah and Nick look up at her and get red in the face. This especially affected both Hannah and Richard. As they became aware of the situation, Hannah slowly moved away from Nick and looked up at Richard, still blushing. Richard looked down at her, their gazes meeting. Nick was watching them looking at one another. It was almost like they'd been transfixed for that split-second, and he could see attraction growing in their eyes. Richard looked down and smiled, as did Hannah to him. As the movement continued, she moved herself towards Richard, and tried to call to all of them. “W-What?! We have...more important things to do right now! Like...getting settled in and...other stuff!”

Nick could see Richard's hands opening up to collect Hannah as she walked towards him, and he looked back towards Cindy, a look of discontent in his eyes. Cindy looked down at him and slowly shook her head as it happened. Hannah was willing to let Nick lay against her and be loving towards her, but she was still moving towards Richard. This was going to take a lot more than the two of them realized. Richard collected her in his hand, and then began to get up from the table, Hannah hanging onto one of his fingers as the two of them looked towards the other two.

“We need to get them settled in. We've found bedding and food for them, but what can they do during the day? What can they do, with us? I think we should each spend time with one of them and then meet back in the kitchen. How about I take Hannah and Cindy can take Nick, since she's already used to riding with her. Sound good?” Both Cindy and Nick looked at one another as they saw Richard holding Hannah to his chest and walked off. Nick looked up at Cindy and pointed towards them. “Say something!” he whispered to her.

“Richard!” barked Cindy. “We haven't even discussed this! What if I want to take Hannah with me?! What if Nick wants to go with you?!” Richard didn't even bother stopping for her. He just kept walking, back to the bedroom and softly responded to her. “Hannah's coming with me. You can spend time with her tomorrow or something. This is still a vacation, you know. I want to spend time with my little lady friend that I haven't seen in a long time. You understand, right? Good.” Both of the others dropped their jaws at his statement.

Nick was collected into Cindy's hand as she walked behind the kitchen, finding some sort of living room as Richard went off and locked the bedroom door behind him. Cindy came onto a couch and laid herself down, her legs angled and the T-shirt having been pulled up, just past her bellybutton. She let out a deep sigh as Nick looked towards her, her hand right in front of her chest. He held tight as he saw the enormous mounds beneath him that he'd surely get lose in, were he to fall down in there. “Nick...we're in trouble. But, first...I want you to do something for me. Can you do that?” Nick raised an eyebrow as he heard this from Cindy. He wasn't sure what she wanted, not seeing her wiggling and moving feet from the other edge of the couch...

Cindy had certain cravings and needs since she got into this foot thing and Richard had started to appease her with it every day since then. Months and months had gone by where she would receive a wonderful amount of pampering from him and him alone, but this seemed a little different. She wanted to ask Richard for a rub or massage or just anything to keep him near her, but it seemed that he was just too focused on Nick and Hannah, especially Hannah, to even ask Cindy how the previous night was for her. This made her very upset, but deep down, she was saddened by it.

The cravings didn't go away with her mind focused on talking with Nick and the plight both of them had with Richard and Hannah. She still felt like she needed to be appeased, and the cravings got strong the more the day went on. It was like some sort of addiction, where the craving and 'need' got stronger and stronger the longer she went without it. By the time breakfast was over, she felt like she couldn't handle it any longer. She needed to have a nice, little foot rub, and there was only one person around to be able to do it for her. She smiled at Nick, preparing to tell him what he was about to do for her.

Nick was a little confused when Cindy had asked him to do something for her. He wasn't exactly sure what she 'needed' at this point that he could provide, at his height, but he looked up her, seeing the happy smile on her face as she asked him. Knowing what she'd been doing for him the last night and morning, he figured that he did owe her something. After all, she'd had to take care of him, and he was just sort of along for the ride for most of this. She was still intimidating, at her size, but she was still Cindy, and she seemed like a friend. “Sure, Cindy. What, exactly, did you have in mind? What can I do?”

She began to stare, thinking about what it would be like for someone so little to be doing what she'd be asking, but she shook the thought off. The good thing was that she now had, in her grasp, someone to help her with her needs, or what she thought were needs, anyways. Pulling her legs back further, she began to lean herself forward, putting her arms, and Nick, towards the material on the couch. Her feet were as close as she could them them to her, and she quickly let Nick drop down onto the couch, mere inches in front of her toes, which almost seemed to impulsively start moving up and down upon his arrival near them. “Can you rub my feet for a little while?”

Everything froze as the situation turned in the direction that it did. One minute, he was being held by Cindy, up near her face, and she had a smile on her face, innocently asking him to do something for her. The next, he was on the couch fibers and felt a small breeze as toes nearly as big as he was were wiggling up and down, teasing his tiny body. Now, Cindy was calling down to him as he was placed near her huge feet, and asked him to rub them for her. He wasn't sure how to react to this. One one hand, he wanted to do something for Cindy, because she had done a good bit for him. On another, he remembered what those feet had caused, for the three others. He had mixed feelings as the feet began to shift, moving upward.

They moved until they were on their heels, her toes high above him, still wiggling around, just as they had before. He could no longer feel the wind they were producing, but he could definitely feel heat coming from her feet, as well as an overpowering smell that came from them. She hadn't worn socks the night before, so they'd been able to collect any and every scent that was in the bed that night. He could smell the scent of the sheets and the natural odor that feet produced. It was very strong to him and he looked between them, as Cindy continued to look down at him. “Um...Cindy?”

Cindy could hear his question, but couldn't accept no for an answer. She called down, trying to sound as kind as she could as she kept up her offer. If Richard really was going to leave her, she needed to be able to get Nick to do this for her. He might be all she'd have for awhile, until she could separate Richard and Hannah. She felt as if she needed this, being a part of her schedule for so long. “I know it might sound weird, but I'm just so used to this! My little feets are tired from all the walking and stress from last night. You don't have to do it for long. Just rub them for a little and kiss my toes a little, and I'll be happy. Please. I need this, Nick, just like you need me to get around. I've done a lot for you, today, haven't I? Can you do this one thing for me?”

Cindy knew how to word her statements, for sure. Nick immediately started to feel bad about the situation and his own disapproval for rubbing on Cindy's feet. They were scary, as were they nearly 3 times taller than he was. Still, he did owe it to Cindy. She had helped him, so he gave a reluctant nod to her. “...alright, Cindy. You're right. I do owe it to you. I'll rub your feet for you, but I can't promise I'll do a good job. You know they're a lot bigger than I am!” He turned, not waiting for her response, wanting to get this task done as quickly as he could.

Cindy smiled as she felt Nick's tiny body slowly press itself against her heel. The touching of skin against her foot brought a nice feeling to her body. Her legs got goose bumps as his hands started pushing on her skin. He was pushing as hard as he could, feeling the wrinkled, heated flesh, moving it around a little as he tried to massage it. Cindy's toes curled as she felt this and she bit her lip. This situation may not have been so bad after all. Feeling Nick against her foot like this made her feel nice. As he continued, he eventually took a break and looked up towards her.

“Is that...okay, Cindy?” The question soared through her head. She got a huge, toothed smile as she looked down at him. “You're wonderful, sweetie. My foot feels absolutely wonderful, feeling your little, bitty self on it and giving it a massage, like I asked. If I may, though...” Cindy quickly turned herself over, trying not to hit Nick as she layed on her belly, setting her foot with the top down, as Nick backed away from her. Looking back, she smiled. “Climb up on my foot. That might make things a little easier for you, and keep up the good work. We might have to do this often, if it will always feel this good to have you doing this for me, Nick.”

Cindy giggled, which scared Nick a little. She was obviously enjoying this, but maybe it was a little too much. He got a knot in his stomach as he walked towards her foot, readying to climb her toes and get on top of her sole...

The situation was getting very strange for Nick. Never did he imagine that he would be doing something like this for Cindy, when he got up in the morning. Honestly, he never imagined he would be doing this sort of thing for anyone, tiny or not. Hannah had never expressed an interest in foot rubs to him before, so him doing this was something he had never thought he would have to do. He'd never given anyone a foot rub before, let alone someone whose foot is 2-3 times as tall as his entire body. This would be a very strange situation, stranger than it already was.

Her feet were in place, though her toes were moving up and down as he approached them. Seeing them moving created another slight breeze towards him. He looked up the length of her foot. Wrinkles, pink skin, and the smell they all produced spanned what looked like 15 or more feet. It was hard to believe all of this was just someone's foot. Still, he slowly worked his way up to the feet and put his hands down on her big toe. He immediately retracted when that toe moved, all of them scrunching in reaction to his touch. He heard Cindy above him, making a soft moaning sound as he touched her foot. How much was she really enjoying this? Nick wasn't sure he really wanted to know that answer.

Cindy had felt Nick's little hands touching her toe, and it gave her an interesting feeling. It was like with Richard, where she enjoyed the feeling of someone touching her, specifically her feet, but there was something else tied with it, too. It continued as she called down to him. “Nick? You okay down there, sweetie?” Her voice rang down, which helped encourage Nick to move forward. Having to climb onto a giant foot was something he wasn't sure he was ready for, but as soon as she'd called to him, he put his hands back on her foot, reaching near the ball of it.

“S-Sure! No problem!” he said, lying. He wasn't really okay. He was volunteering to climb all over the foot that had nearly killed him twice the day before, and was made to give it a massage. As much as he was trusting Cindy, this still felt weird. He clenched onto the flesh of her foot and brought his right leg up, letting his knee rest on Cindy's big index toe. They moved again, but not nearly as much, giving him not as much of a nervous feeling. “Just...give me a minute, Cindy! I've...never done this before.” He wanted her to be patient with him, so he could try to push back some of the fear he had of climbing on top of this thing.

Cindy yawned, hearing everything he'd said. He was obviously having problems in getting on top of her foot. Thinking about his situation, she started reaching back, towards her foot. “Don't worry, little Nick. I'll help you out a bit.” Nick saw her hand approaching and he yelped as two fingers quickly and gently pushed on his stomach and started dragging him up Cindy's foot. His nervousness skyrocketed during this, until they let him go, his face and hands landing firmly on the middle of her foot, where all of her skin and tension met. He shook as Cindy retracted her hand and spoke down to him. “There ya go. No climbing involved. Now you can just focus on giving it a nice, good rubbing.”

Cindy acted so confident in all of this, whereas Nick still felt nervous. He pointed his head up, still slightly shaking, and called up to her. “C-Cindy...? I..I don't know about this anymore...this is...scary...” His voice was coming up to her, showing that he was fearing her, which made her turn her head and respond to him. “Well, if my big feet are so scary, then I suggest you get to rubbing them! The sooner you make them feel better, the sooner you can climb off and we can get on with our day. So, if you don't mind...get to it, little one.”

Cindy's tone was changing in this situation. She was starting to feel a lot again. That new feeling she felt wasn't only control, but more or less...complete control. With Richard, she knew she could get him to do things for her, but this was different. With Nick, he didn't have a choice in the matter. She thought about it, and about how tiny he was. Were he to object and she wish him to stay, she could make him stay there. Being only 3 inches tall, he was very vulnerable. It would be easy for her to lose her Gentle Attitude and make him doing whatever she wanted. But, she wanted him to do it voluntarily. She still needed him to be on her side of this.

Feeling like she wasn't going to let him go if he didn't do it, Nick pushed his fear back and started to rub on her foot. He lay himself down and started to wave his arms and legs around as he massaged, as if he were in the snow, making a Snow Angel. He heard a lot of noises coming from Cindy, hopefully indicating that he was still doing a good job. Maybe, if he did it well, she'd let him stop soon. That's what he was hoping, anyways. He didn't mind giving her a foot rub after everything she'd been doing for him, but that didn't make the situation any less scary.

“Mmm...good job.” she said, confirming that he was doing something for her. She felt so much from this rubbing. It wasn't nearly as 'full' as a rub from Richard, but the idea of Nick being so small and putting everything he had into it made it feel worth it to her. Still, she wanted more than just a simple rubbing from him. Calling down to him, she asked him to take it a step further. “Nick, you're doing a good job. You can stop rubbing them now. I have something else in mind for you to do for the remainder of this little favor of ours.”

Nick sat up on Cindy's foot before he saw her toes spreading out and that side of her foot slightly lifting into the air. They were all spread out and there was a clear crevice between the ball of her foot and her toes. “Before we go on and get on with our day, can you crawl down there and give each of my toes a little kiss?” Her voice sounded sweet and innocent, as if she weren't trying to make this last as long as possible. Nick was hoping for it to be over, but the way she sounded...he couldn't refuse that voice.

He got up to go and end up kissing those toes, but on the way, he slipped off her foot, hitting the couch cushion below. The hard material hurt him a little as he kept rolling, right to the edge. As he hit the edge, he saw her pink toe near and latched onto it. For a second, he thought he was about to fall, but Cindy's foot had moved at the last second, which brought him further onto the cushion. He looked at the toe he was latching onto and then back, towards the ground. Cindy looked back at him and posed a question. “Nick? What are you doing down there? Why are you hanging off my toe?”

He couldn't do anything but latch onto it, and end up kissing it, realizing that had Cindy's foot not been where it was, he might have fallen and hit the ground. He didn't care what was going on anymore. That toe had helped save his life. He was against the idea of kissing her toes, but he didn't care, at that moment.

There was nothing to be done for now, but Nick kissing and kissing on Cindy's toe. He had just been through a very scary situation and, had Cindy's toe not come within arms' reach, he would have fallen to the floor, likely either badly hurt or dead. As much as he would hate to admit it, Cindy's foot had just saved his life, and he was starting to repay it as his lips grazed over the toe he was hanging from again and again and again, not willing to stop. He didn't care that he didn't want to be near her feet. Right now, they were the only thing he wanted to be near.

Cindy, herself, was a little confused at how the current situation had arisen. One minute, she had told him to move down and start kissing on her toes, and the next, he was hanging off her pinky toe. She had looked back and asked him why he was there, but the only answer she got was him clinging onto her toe and showering it with kisses. It was confusing her greatly, not having realized that he'd tumbled off her foot and nearly fell to the floor. She wanted to question him further, but he looked like he was a little busy. For the moment, she would just leave him alone and let him work.

The toe was still relatively large to Nick, likely about a third of his own height, and it had moved down enough that his feet could touch the ground. Letting do of it for a second, he walked around, at her toes, looking at them as they were hovering above his head. As he reached each separate one, he pulled close to it and gave it a kiss, on both feet. Coming back to the original foot, finally, he used the pinky toe to gain leverage and get back up on top of her foot. He was planning to finally do what she wanted him to do, in the first place. Move on her sole and kiss the bottoms of her toes.

It didn't take him long to get up there, but getting to the point of the kissing was another story. As soon as he moved, his shoe got caught between two of her toes and he tripped, his body falling down. He yelped as he felt himself falling, but something had caught him. Something soft, that was letting out a lot of heat. He stayed down for a moment, feeling the heat and feeling the skin against his cheeks. Pushing himself up, he realized that he was now laying in the crevice between Cindy's sole and her toes. Directly in front of his face was her big toe, moving up and down as she was enjoying what he was doing for her.

She wasn't sure just what he was doing, but she felt his little kisses on her toes, one at a time, for a fair amount of time. She was thinking about everything that had happened and, feeling him now laying in the crevice of her foot, it didn't seem like that bad of a situation. He was so little, but he was still able to do a lot for her, for her feet. Maybe being so small made things a little easier. She would probably never know, but what she did know was that she was enjoying every second of what Nick was doing for her, even if he hadn't initially wanted to do it. He was doing a good job and she wanted him to know it. “You're still doing a great job, sweetie. It almost feels like you're loving it, too.”

Little did she know that he was enjoying it, at this point. After that traumatizing event and having her feet, of all things, rescuing him from certain danger, he was starting to feel something for her. He wanted to thank her for the rescue that he wasn't even sure she knew about. The only thing he could think of was to make this little 'session' of theirs as wonderful and complete as he could make it. He pulled himself forward and started to kiss on her big toe, not holding back anything. He wanted her to feel like a princess, after what she had just done for him.

So, she did. The more Nick spent on her toes, the more Cindy started to feel a third feeling from this session. This new feeling was something she had never felt before. It was like the feeling of gratitude from when she would have Richard giving her feet the attention she wanted of them, but something about this felt a little...more complete. The feeling that now ran through her veins was making her think that this wasn't just a session to repay her for taking care of him. She was starting to feel like he was honestly enjoying this task she had for him. There had been a big difference in how he did earlier, when he was scared, and now.

“You're enjoying this, aren't you?” she asked, calling down to Nick. Nick stopped kissing her toes for a moment and began to think about it. As strange as it sounded, he was enjoying it. He knew why he was enjoying it, but he was enjoying it, all the same. If she could tell he was enjoying it, then he must have been doing a good job with this. Calling back up to her, he gave a response to the question, unsure if she wanted a response or not. “Well, Cindy...Yeah. I...I guess I am enjoying what we're doing, a little bit. Are you happy with what I'm doing? Is it what you were expecting?”

Cindy heard his words, all too well, and her smile only got bigger. She had enjoyed it, very much. She had heard him panting as he spoke to her, though. As much as he could keep going, she realized that she was wearing him out. Reaching her hand down, she quickly pulled him away from her feet and turned herself on her back. Quickly depositing him on her bare stomach, where the shirt had been pulled up from the move, she let him see that smile she had on her face. “It was lovely, Nick, but I can tell I'm wearing you out. To be honest, I'm a little tired, myself. You wanna sleep here...with me?”

Nick almost didn't know how to answer this question. However, he was tired and didn't care. He'd just gotten a huge amount of respect for Cindy after she'd saved him from that fall. Nearly collapsing onto her soft, warm belly flesh, he nodded his head, curling up and rubbing his face against her. “That sounds...nice, Cindy.” The two took big, deep breaths as they both fell asleep, taking a quick nap that morning...

It was the first day of their vacation, and so much had already happened, personally, for all four of them. Nick and Cindy, for example, had already been through a lot together. Nick had nearly been killed by Cindy twice, one involving an unwilling ride on her foot, all the way from the bathroom to the kitchen. Keeping things going, Cindy had seemed to come out to Nick, once she and Richard realized what had happened to him and Hannah. They were spending a fair amount of time together, completely losing her original plans of spending time with Hannah, in her own way. Things progressed and now, she was sleeping on the couch, Nick safely curled up on her bare stomach.

They were brought together because of what had happened with their lovers. Cindy had first felt Richard pushing away from her when he shoved her out of the way, halfway across the room, to keep her from accidentally stepping on Nick and Hannah. She felt very violated when this happened. She had wanted to get back at Hannah and Nick, blaming them both for forcing Richard to do that to her. As time passed on, though, she realized that it was Hannah that was the problem. She came out to Richard, about her own feelings for him, despite the fact that he was married. This let Cindy reach out, a little, to Nick. If Hannah was going to abandon Nick and go after Richard, she had to do something about it. That meant Nick also had to do something about it. His relationship was in jeopardy as well.

While the two of them were bonding and getting a little closer, even if it was because of the one thing they had in common, Richard and Hannah were off, elsewhere, having a dilemma of their own. At least, it was a dilemma from one of the two. After breakfast, they had no idea what Nick and Cindy had been doing. Hannah had just decided she wanted to spend the day with Richard. Despite the fact that Nick had seemed overly affectionate with her at breakfast, she wanted to be close to Richard. She wasn't thinking straight, only thinking about spending time with Richard, not considering that Nick might have needed her help, or that she was leaving him in the hands of Cindy.

Richard had wondered about how Nick and Cindy had been acting today. Nick, he wasn't so worried about. He was a bit affectionate towards his girlfriend, but wasn't that natural? You're thrown into a terrible dilemma, and the only person you have around that can truly relate to your situation is your girlfriend. If he'd been in the same situation, he'd probably be yearning for affection, too, to help push back all of the fears and dangers the world and life, itself, would pose to him. Richard was constantly thinking about the problems Nick and Hannah would have, and he kept this thinking going, as he brought Hannah back to the bedroom.

He wasn't sure what they were supposed to do, during the day. They were obviously splitting up from Cindy and Nick for awhile, which was probably a good thing. Cindy was going to have to earn the trust back from their two friends, along with his. The only way she was going to make him feel safe around her again was to have her taking good care of both Nick and Hannah. He was also glad that Hannah had chosen to come with him. He wasn't sure if Hannah was ready to deal with being around Cindy yet. Not that Nick would be any more prepared, but he felt that Hannah needed him right now, hence why she had opened up to him the night before. That was his thinking, anyways.

They got back to the bed and, still wearing his bath robe, he sat himself on the bed. His bare feet pushed down against the floor, sending cold chills up his legs, both from the temperature of the floor, and this situation. He extended his hand towards the night stand, so Hannah wouldn't have to ride in his hand anymore. He held it there for a good minute or two, but Hannah wouldn't budge. She just held onto one of his fingers and shook her head at him. “I want to stay with you, Richard.” she said, with the intention of staying close to him.

“Well, you are with me, Hannah. You can just stand on there, so you don't fall or any--” Hannah made her intentions very clear from the time he'd gotten halfway through trying to convince her to come onto the night stand. Her body moved again. She gripped onto his finger, as tight as she could and sat herself down, not willing to let go of him. She shook her head again, and said it again. “No. I want to stay with you. I feel much safer right here, in your hand, than I would on that night stand. I know I would never fall, as long as I'm close to you, Richard. You would never let that happen. I know you wouldn't.”

“Hannah...” Richard was at a loss for words. It was times like these that Richard was starting to think that Hannah's expressing of emotion from the night before wasn't just a fluke, a byproduct of the stress she was going through, being so small. She had just expressed how safe she felt around him. Even though she could easily be hurt and killed by Richard tightening his hand into a fist and grinding her body into paste, she felt safe around him. That had to have taken a lot to be able to feel, not to mention a lot of emotion to come out and say to him. “So, what are we going to do right now?” she asks, before he can cope with everything and process everything. She's forcing this conversation through, almost as if it were Cindy he was talking to, not Hannah, though in a much less crude manner. When Cindy was directing a conversation, it was normally very blunt and rude, but Hannah seemed to do it in a way that was expressing emotions towards him.

“Well...I was thinking about figuring out what we can do, about you and Nick. We might have to change a lot of things, so you can still get around and do some things without constantly needing me or Cindy to carry you and do everything for you.” Hannah just looked at him, her head tilted. “Like what? I like being near you, Richard. I don't need a whole lot of special treatment. Just look at breakfast? All you did was cook, like normal. I'm still the same Hannah you knew before. I'm just a little shorter, that's all. But if we're being a bother for you...”

Hannah's head had started to droop down, not thinking about anything but getting Richard to know she meant business about wanting to be near him. She wasn't even thinking about the fact that she was only a few inches in height. She got a response from Richard, almost immediately, though. “N-No! Of course not, Hannah. I...I love having you around. It's just...we might not be able to reverse this. Don't you want to be able to do things on your own? You know...without my constant help and support?” Hannah just looked at him, giving him a confused look. She knew, on some level, that he was right about this, but right now, she just didn't seem to care about anything besides being close to him...

Hannah was being very clingy towards Richard, and he wasn't quite ready for that. How sad was it that Richard was having little bouts of nervousness from a person that was no bigger than his index finger? Still, Hannah was reacting to this in a way that Nick was not. After having Richard near her, alone, and so big, her feelings for him only heightened. Not only with that, but also the fact that he seemed to be having problems with Cindy. She was just as bad, in Hannah's mind, as she had thought she was, it seemed. She was abusing Richard the day before, making him do all of that weird stuff with her feet and yelling at him for not fixing the car door.

She felt for him, in more ways than one. Part of her wanted to fix his marriage, but another part did not. She wanted to help him get out of this abusive relationship with Cindy and, on some level, she wanted to be a part of that separation. Not only did he want him away from Cindy, but she wanted to be with him. The feelings she'd harbored since the incident with him and Nick getting confused about a date were finally coming back out. She had forced herself to repress them when she was with Nick, because of the obvious problems he would have with that. Now, however, Nick was in another room. She could be herself with Richard.

The fact of the matter right now was that Richard had just asked her about doing things on her own. He imagined that Hannah wouldn't want him doing absolutely everything for her, all the time. Everyone needs a little bit of alone time and independence for themselves, some more than others. His mind had been on what he could do to make the cabin so that she and Nick could do things on their own, without having to constantly require the attention and care of himself and Cindy. He had a lot of ideas in mind, but for right now, he wanted to know if that's what Hannah wanted.

Hannah wasn't so sure that's what she wanted. At least, not at the moment. As she hugged against his finger, she didn't really want to answer that question. In the back of her mind, she knew he was right. She knew that, at some point, she wouldn't want to be babied all the time. For right now, though, that's all she wanted to do, and all that her brain was going to let her think about strong enough to let it come out and speak. She sent her gaze up towards his massive frame and just smiled towards him. “Well, maybe sometime, but I really like being around you, Richard. You know I don't require that much care. I want to just stay here, with you!”

“I know, Hannah. I know...” said Richard, half-sighing as he spoke. She had basically just repeated what she said a moment ago. He was trying to talk to her in a serious sense, getting her to realize that she wouldn't want to just depend on them forever, for everything. She didn't seem to care, though. It was almost as if all she cared about right now was being near him and being taken care of. “It's just...I can't be around you 24/7, Hannah, nor can Cindy. We're on a Vacation here, sure, but we can't be around you when you do other things. I mean...would you want me in the bathroom with you, while you're trying to bathe?”

This got a very interesting reaction out of Hannah. The thought of her, taking a bath, with Richard nearby, made her cheeks start to blush. She loved the idea of big Richard helping little Hannah take a bath. In fact, she was already loving the idea so much, that she immediately shook her head, up and down, getting a smile on her face as she looked up to him. “I...wouldn't mind that, Richard! It wouldn't be a problem for me if you were in there, helping me take a bath! There's nothing that I would want you gone for. Bathing, eating, whatever! I don't care. You're my friend, and I trust you, a lot.”

Richard wasn't sure how to tackle this situation. He knew that she wanted to be near him, but she couldn't just do that all the time. Every single time he threw out a situation where he felt like it would be inappropriate for him to be near her, or Cindy, for that matter, she just threw out her own mark of approval. It was like there was nothing that could possibly happen that she wouldn't want him near her for. He started to wonder if she'd even want her near her when she was trying to go to the bathroom. He pondered it, but figured it would be a lot safer to just not worry about asking about that. He wished to save himself the weird feelings of her being okay with that.

He moved himself onto the bed, into a laying position, except for his back, which was laying against the back of the bed. He held his hand in front of him and sighed, giving up on this argument. Taking a look at her, he tried to grin. “Alright, Hannah, you win. However, what are we going to do now? You and Nick are tiny, and we don't know how to make you big again. What will happen after our vacation is over? What can we do to help you?” His mind was still serious, thinking about the future of this situation. Were Richard and Cindy just supposed to take them home with them, or was there someplace where they could find help? “Maybe we could call a hospital when we get back and get their help. Maybe they can--”

“Richard?” asked Hannah, relatively loudly. Richard could hear her voice. It was soft and small, but he could tell she had a loud tone to it. He looked down at her, realizing that she was still resting against his fingers, and her eyes were shut, resting against it. “Yes, Hannah?” His voice calmed down as well. She looked up to him for a second and then closed her eyes again. “Could you shut up and just let me rest? We can figure out all of that important stuff later. We're on vacation right now. We should be enjoying ourselves, despite the current situation. Let the important stuff wait until later, alright? Just rest here, with me. Let me rest, with you.”

Richard blinked at what Hannah had done and what she was saying. His cheeks blushed a little as she moved her head and kissed the end of his finger. “H-Hannah?” She didn't say a word. She just let off another soft kiss and smiled, as if his finger were now some big, snuggly-friendly pillow. He couldn't hear it, but she whispered to herself as she did this. “I love you.” Abiding by what Hannah wanted, he stayed there, and rested for awhile, with her...

There were two couple in the cabin, sharing time with one another. Or, rather, we could call them two 'pairs', sharing time with one another. There were, indeed, two couples in the cabin, but they were mixed and matched, at this point. Cindy wasn't spending time with her husband, but rather, Nick. Hannah was also not spending time with her boyfriend, but Richard instead. The fates could call these two pairs future couples, but would that really be accurate without knowing for certain, if they would all fall for one another? Some of them had convictions and responsibilities for their significant other. Could they be swayed towards someone else so easily?

The answer to that was completely unknown, and would definitely not get an answer in a single day. There was definitely passion between some of them, especially from Hannah to Richard, which had existed for years upon years. She had felt so strongly for Richard when they were growing up and going to school together, but one, little mistake seemed to make that future impossible. Nick, on the other hand, felt a sort of attachment to Cindy that was entirely recent. He felt affection to her because she'd taken care of him, not to mention that she'd recently saved his life, from falling from the couch to the floor. Nevertheless, the feelings were there, developing themselves, as he slept on her stomach.

The two larger people, however, weren't feeling nearly as affectionate as their smaller counterparts. Richard, for example, had his personal feelings at the back of his mind. He was trying to think through this entire situation in a logical and responsible manner. Sure, they were on vacation, but this was a huge deal. Nick and Hannah were the size of little toys, and they might be stuck that way forever. He felt the unending responsibility that he needed to do all he could to help them. He felt that he and Cindy had an obligation, as their friends, to try to find a solution to this and, if there was no solution, to make life as easy for them as possible.

Cindy, on the other hand, wasn't thinking entirely on the safety of their two little friends. It was very true that she had gained a level of attraction towards Nick through the day so far. He had shown great respect for her taking care of him, and he'd just spent awhile, rubbing her feet, just as she'd asked. She could tell that he was enjoying her company, and that made her feel good, despite the fact that she still had some thoughts in her head that she wanted to get back at Richard for doing what he'd done, as well as Hannah, for being a part of what made him hurt her.

Those ideas, visions, and memories were all around in Cindy's head while she slept with Nick. Among all of the good feelings she held within herself from the way Nick was treating her, she still felt that little flicker of jealousy with Hannah being so close to Richard today, and with how she had made him hurt her. Nick had done enough for Cindy that she forgave him, but Hannah had not only been a part of when Richard shoved her, but she was also trying to get close to him. She was trying to get as close as she could to Richard, obviously in the hopes of gaining his affection.

Cindy thought that she was losing Richard from all of this happening. He was her husband and he hadn't spent any time with her at all on this vacation. Not even one foot-rub had occurred. Ever since they discovered Nick and Hannah, all Richard had done with her was give her orders and spent all of his time with Hannah. Nick was the only one that wasn't trying to pull Richard away from her. She awoke about 20 minutes after they'd fallen asleep and pushed her head up. She took a look around the room, and down at her belly, seeing her little, sleeping Nick.

Cindy reached down and carefully picked Nick from her stomach and set him down against a pillow that was once on the couch. She put them both on the coffee table and began to turn, setting her feet on the ground. She sat in front of the coffee table, taking a look at Nick. She whispered down to him as she pulled herself up. “Sleep well, my little Nick. Don't wake too soon. I've just got a few things to take care of. Then, all our problems will be over.” As she pulled herself up completely, she watched to make sure Nick wasn't waking up. Once she realized that he wasn't, she moved onward, heading back to the bedroom to see what Richard and Hannah were up to. She didn't want to leave Nick alone, but for what she might be able to do, she would need to.

Her feet softly tapped the floor as she walked. Realizing what a ruckus she made for Hannah and Nick when she walked, she tip-toed her way through the cabin. Her destination was the bedroom, where she had seen Richard and Hannah move to. She hadn't heard any noise from the surrounding area since waking up, so she was hoping that they were asleep as well. As she came through, she whispered to herself. “If she's asleep, too, maybe I can finally get through to her what I needed to. Maybe...just maybe, I can teach her the lesson she needs to learn.”

Cindy was ready to take Hannah and use her height to full advantage. She didn't care if she hurt the girl. She just wanted to get back at her and Richard for what had happened to her. Despite the affection she'd gained from Nick, she still felt hurt from the change that had happened in Richard the past day. Part of her mind was out-of-whack and was set on only one thing, not caring about what consequences she might face. She wished to do something, and she couldn't really do much to Richard, at this point. Not until his bravado wore off and she was able to control him again.

Creeping into the room, she saw Richard and Hannah both, sleeping. A smile crept to her face as she saw the tiny woman, curled up in Richard's open palm. “Perfect” she spoke to herself. She came over to the bed, with the intentions of taking Hannah and spending some 'quality time' with her. As she came over to the bed, her grin only widened, her hand starting to move from her side and move downwards, towards Hannah's body and Richard's hand...

“Hey, Cindy.” Richard's voice echoed through the air as Cindy thought she was getting ready to snatch away her target. An element of surprise passed through her ears, as well as Hannah's as Richard's eyes opened up. Cindy's hand pulled back and she screamed, jumping back as well. After landing nearly 3 feet from where she was standing before, she saw Richard leaning up from his laying position, his hand cupped and Hannah slowly getting up from her laying position as well. They both looked at each other, and then Richard looked towards Cindy.

“What are you doing in here?” he asked, showing Cindy that she'd been completely caught. She had to think fast of an excuse that she could use in this situation. He'd completely caught her off-guard, and she didn't know what to say. It wasn't like she could just blurt out “Oh, nothing. I was just coming in here to grab Hannah and take her to do some...things to her.” or anything. The trust she'd made in everyone over the past 24 hours needed to stay with her, if she planned to be around any of them. She thought long and hard, but she didn't have a whole lot of time to do so. “W-Waking you up!” she blurted out.

Waking them up? That was the best she could think of? Unfortunately, on such short notice, yes. All she could think about was the task she had been trying to do before, and that was the first thing that popped into her head. “Umm...it's been awhile since we all separated and I though, um...we could all spend some time together. You know, like...take a hike or something! So, I came in here...to wake you guys up. You know...if that's cool with you?” Hannah and Richard were both looking at Cindy with strange looks on their faces. The pauses in her speech obviously meant that things weren't all peachy and smooth. Hannah didn't want to say anything to Cindy, but Richard did.

“So...you wanted all four of us to spend some time together?” he asked, trying to see through for what she was really wanting to do. “Yeah! Of course, honey. We are, after all, on vacation. We should spend some time, as friends. We can't spend our entire time here, sleeping!” She had a good point with what she said. Even Hannah had spoken to Richard about wanting to hang out and not be incredibly serious on their vacation. “Well, alright...” he started, looking around on Cindy's body. “So...where's Nick? If we're all going to be spending time together, should he not be here as well?”

The sting of guilt shot deeply into Cindy's being. Now she was caught, and she knew she was. How could they possibly all have time to spend together if Nick wasn't even with them? Hannah finally spoke up, bringing more light on this situation and pushing further on Cindy. “Did you leave him in another room, alone?!” Now they were both pushing guilt on her, and she hated it. Her left hand went behind her back as her fingers coiled into a fist. She held it for a second, but then took control, and let it go. 'Easy, Cindy' she thought to herself. 'Don't lose it. Not now. You can get through this. You just have to talk your way through it. Just calm down. Take a deep breath, and think.'

She thought quick and found something to say, though she hoped it didn't lead to yet another question or another case of guilt for her. “Oh! Well, he's still sleeping. I didn't want to wake him up prematurely, so I set him on a pillow in the living room while I came in here to get you! You know, so he could get as much sleep as he could. I wouldn't want to wake him sooner than he'd have to, ya know?” Hannah and Richard looked at each other again, confused at Cindy's logic. She had left Nick, alone, in another room, just to wake them up and then regather everyone to go and do something together? She made little sense, but they shrugged at one another.

“Alright, Cindy. We'll get up and go...take a hike, if that's what you want.” Richard's words came out strangely. He still wasn't sure Cindy was telling the truth about what she was doing, especially with her hand so close to his, the one that held Hannah. Still, he didn't want to doubt her too much. The last thing he wanted to do was to bring out suspicions in Hannah and make her any more scared of Cindy than she already was. He picked himself up further and set Hannah on the night stand, where she'd slept the night before. As Hannah came out, she looked up at Richard and tilted her head.

“I'll get dressed in here, Cindy. You go and wait for Nick to get up. Once he's up, and you get some pants and shoes on, we'll go on this little hike of yours. Also, you'll need some thread for our trip. I think I saw some in one of the drawers in the kitchen. Get that while you're out, near the living room. Hannah looked even more confused now. Thread? What would they need that for on a hike? Was he planning on tying them around trees to mark where they were going or something? She had no idea, but she only looked to Cindy to see what kind of reaction it would get out of her.

Cindy was both glad and disappointed at how the situation went. It was unfortunate that Richard had been awake, thus throwing her original plan out the window. She also didn't like receiving orders from him about what was going to happen next. On the bright side, though, he hadn't asked her about reaching for Hannah, if he'd even seen her doing it. Her true intentions towards her might have still been a secret worth keeping, for now. She would have plenty of time to 'bond' with Hannah later on. For now, though, she nodded towards him and walked away.

“I'll be back when little Nick awakens! You'd better be ready by then!” Cindy walked out the door and shut it behind her. Her footsteps started getting more and more faint as she got further away. In the room, Hannah looked up at Richard and asked him about what just happened. “What was that about?” He looked down at her and crossed his arms, digging into a bag, by the bed. “I dunno, Hannah. But, I guess we're going on a hike today...”

Cindy shut the bedroom door behind her and wiped a drop of sweat from her forehead. She had no expected all of that to happen. She began to walk towards the living room again and let out a long sigh of relief. She had gotten caught, red-handed, back there. Had she not thought up that hiking excuse quickly, who knows what would have happened with her. Had Richard found out the real reason she'd been back there, to snatch Hannah away from her and teach the tiny girl a hard lesson about stealing someone's husband away from her, he'd probably never be trusted by any of them again.

The bright side of things, though, is that she had saved herself. Now, they just think she'd come in there to wake them up, and take them all on a nice hike through the surrounding woods. They were on vacation, after all, and the surrounding nature was beautiful. It made sense that they would take a hike, other than Hannah and Nick's 'little' problem, anyways. They'd have to be carried throughout that trip. There's no way they could be trusted on the ground. They'd be too slow to keep up, not to mention all of the animals they could fall prey to, now that they were so small.

She pondered this as she went into the kitchen, starting to open drawers. She had remembered Richard's one request of her from a moment ago. She didn't like receiving orders from others, but to keep his trust, for the moment, she was going to fulfill those requests. He had asked for some string, or thread, from the kitchen. As she was shuffling through the drawers, looking for it, she pondered if it had anything to do with Nick and Hannah. Could he want the string to be there for them, or maybe he wanted to leave little 'flags' on the path to make sure they couldn't get lost.

No matter what he wanted it for, it only took Cindy a couple minutes of digging to find a small ball of yarn. It wasn't exactly like string or thread, but it would have to do. She didn't see anything else like what he'd asked for in these drawers. So, he'd either have to be okay with that, or he'd be looking for something else, himself. She closed the drawers, the ball of yarn in one hand. Unfortunately, she still wasn't fully dressed. All she had on was a pair of panties, a bra, and a T-shirt. She had no pockets to speak of, so she'd have to carry the yarn in her hand to go get Nick. Letting out another sigh, she began to move towards the living room, where she had left him.

Her feet met the ground softly, knowing that he might have still been asleep. Although she was going to have to wait for him to get up, anyways, she didn't want to wake him up on her way there. Richard and Hannah had clearly pointed out that she left him by himself. If he slept the entire time she was gone, it would be proof that she hadn't left him in any sort of danger or in need of any help. It would make her position in what had just happened a little bit better, from the outside, and possibly push further suspicion away from her having ill intentions.

As she made her way back to the living room, she sat herself down on the couch and looked at the pillow, where she'd left Nick. Just as she had hoped, he was still curled up on it, sleeping like a baby. Apparently, her big, giant footsteps weren't enough to wake him from his nap. She smiled, thankful that this had worked out well, despite her full intentions against Hannah not having been fulfilled. Aside from all the mean intentions she held deep inside, she did feel a little bit of friendship and affection from being with Nick. She felt...something, at least.

Cindy wasn't sure just what it was. It might have been some sort of attraction to him, because of how he'd responded to how well she was treating him, at this point. It might also be tied to how passionately he 'helped' her earlier with the foot rub. She didn't know of the true reason and, frankly, she didn't care about the reason. The only thing that was important to her was that Nick stayed being the one person who didn't seem to be completely against her on this trip. She had tried to be nothing but nice to everyone since the previous day's events, and Nick seemed to be the only one who appreciated it. Not even Richard gave her thanks or a kiss or anything like that, and he was her husband, for crying out loud.

That was one thing that bothered Cindy with this. Among all people during this venture, Richard still didn't seem to show Cindy any respect. Their tiny friend, Nick, was the only person that still seemed to like Cindy anymore. Hannah didn't want to be around her, nor did Richard. She would admit that it was bad that she almost killed both their friends, but that was in the past. She didn't know it was them. It was purely an accident. Nick was the only one who seemed to be able to look past that and show her any respect at all.

That was probably the main reason she felt so much affection from him. He was the only one around who seemed to appreciate her, at all. She pulled the pillow he slept in and set it in her lap, smiling down at Nick. She took a finger and gently felt across his back. “You're the only one who seems to care about me now” she whispered to him, trying to forget about how Richard and Hannah had been acting, dropping the ball of yarn onto the couch cushion. “Well, it doesn't matter. Even if those two never trust me, I'll take very good care of you, Nick. You're my little buddy.”

“Thank you, Cindy” responded Nick, slowly waking up to hearing her voice. Cindy blinked as he pulled himself up and put his hand against her finger. “Y-You're awake, Nick?!” He slowly nodded, letting out a long yawn. “Y-Yeah...I guess I am. Did you have a nice nap, Cindy?” Cindy smiled at the attention Nick gave her, which was a whole lot better than nothing. “Sure, Nick. You wanna go out and take a hike with everyone later? We thought about that as a little fun activity for today.” Nick looked back up to her, eyes darting from side to side, thinking about that. After a moment, he nodded, agreeing to doing that activity. Taking a hike at this new height would certainly be interesting for him, as it would for Cindy...

The idea of a hike was just as much of a surprise for Nick as it had been for Richard and Hannah. Cindy hadn't mentioned that idea with anyone before that day. Nick was also curious as to how, exactly, a hike would go. He and Hannah were only a few inches tall. It's not like they'd be entirely safe out in the wilderness. They couldn't be let down anywhere. They could be picked up by some wild animal, or worse. There were a lot of dangers that now made themselves apparent to them. Even a small spider would be lethal to the two of them. They'd have to rely on Cindy and Richard a lot out there. Not only would they have to keep from accidentally hurting them, but they'd have to keep them safe from outside harm.

Nick had nodded on the idea, though. Despite the obvious dangers, he thought a hike might be fun. They were tiny, and being stuck in a cabin all day long just wasn't as interesting as going out into nature. “Okay, Cindy, but I only want to go on this hike on one condition!” He talked up to Cindy, as if this were some sort of conversation to convince her to take him with her. She raised her eyebrow at him, a little confused at his statement. “What? Condition? What are you talking about?” She couldn't understand the concept of him outright refusing her offer without something being thrown his way. Even though he wasn't really refusing it, it still confused her.

“I want you to keep me with you.” he responded, his 'condition' really just a preference. He'd spent a good amount of Cindy since this ordeal started, and he was starting to get a little more fond of her now. Unlike what Hannah had always told him, she was treating him very well. She had taken care of him. She was gentle with her handling of him, and it seemed like she had his safety and well-being in her head, for most of the situations that were going on here. She had been scary before she and Richard found them, but now, it seemed like Cindy was someone he enjoyed being around.

Cindy blinked as she heard his condition. She laughed for a moment and got on her knees, bringing her massive frame closer to his level. She thought this 'demand' was quite funny. She had planned on keeping him close to her, anyways. She didn't feel the importance in his requesting of that. She couldn't understand it fully, though. She wasn't the one whom had the entire world get drastically bigger. He might be really scared about what was going on, and want someone safe to be around. She was definitely trying to make sure he was safe, so maybe he wanted to be near her because he felt safe around her.

“You wanted to demand that I keep you with me, when I was going to do so, to begin with? You're a silly, little dude.” Cindy was still half-laughing as she spoke back to him, showing him that he was being a little silly in his grasp on this situation. He was wasting his breath by asking her to keep him with her. He now realized that she was going to do that anyways. Shaking his hide, trying to hide the redness that was growing in it, he looked downward. “Oh! Uh, well...thank you! I didn't realize that you were planning to keep me with you, from the start.”

Cindy loved the way this conversation was going. She was in complete control of this situation, without forcing it to be under her control. It was natural, impulsive, flowing. Her relationship with Richard was never like this. She had to work to control him, but Nick seemed to be just letting her have control with the natural flow of things. She kept up her smile as she reached down and patted Nick's head with her finger. “What? Did you think I was going to abandon my little buddy? Don't you remember what I said earlier? We have a lot in common. You're my little buddy, and we need to stick together.”


Cindy had a way with words. This got nothing less than a little more redness in Nick's cheeks, along with a smile across his face. In that moment, he felt that big level of safety that she had provided him with, for quite some time. This is why she was such a safe person to be around. She was passionate, affectionate, and cared about his safety. When she was like this, he wasn't even sure if she was the same person from the day before. She couldn't see a person like this yelling and ordering someone like Richard around. He couldn't imagine her doing that, especially since she had him around, whom she could order around all she wanted.

She didn't order him around, though. Even when she had something that she wanted him to do for her, she had been very polite about it. She hadn't ordered him to rub her feet. She had calmly asked him if he could do it for her. The way she said it made him feel like he had every right to refuse. He didn't because he felt he owed her something. Now, he did owe her something. She'd saved his life earlier, so he owed her every bit of that foot rub. He then realized that he was spending too long with his thinking. Stepping forward, he reached his arms out to her. “Well, we should get ready for this hike, then. Unless, of course, you plan on hiking through the woods with no pants?”

Cindy quickly looked down at her legs and hips, remembering that they were right. She didn't have any pants on. The night before, she'd gone to bed, wearing basically just a shirt and a pair of panties. Her cheeks got a little red at that. Her head came back up and she thought of something to say. “...right! So, we've gotta go get ready. Come on, little dude. We're going back to the bedroom so I can get changed.” She offered her hand to him, which he quickly climbed into. Richard and Cindy were probably prepared already. Pulling herself up, she started walking back to the bedroom.

As they got close, the door opened and both Richard and Hannah came out the door, ready to go. Richard had some clothes on, and Hannah was hanging onto his finger. “Cindy? I thought you were getting ready to go.” said Richard. Cindy pushed past him and walked into the bedroom. “Yeah, yeah. We're gonna get ready right now. Be out in a sec!” With that, she pushed the door shut and locked it behind her. Walking over to the bed, she set Nick down and looked at the clothes, next to the bed. “Okay, little dude. Time for your big friend to get dressed. Don't get too excited, okay?!”

That last line Cindy had given Nick made his entire face go red. He knew of the situation and what was about to happen. Knowing just made everything that much worse. He was sitting on a bed and, in front of him, was Cindy. Cindy, in all her gargantuan size, was about to get undressed and into some clothes to wear for the rest of the day. He was going to see her body, nearly naked like before. This time, however, she knew he was there, and she didn't mind getting undressed in his presence. It made him feel embarrassed and nervous. He wasn't sure if he could say anything to this. All he did was get nervous and nod his head towards her.

Cindy giggled as she saw him get so nervous. She admitted that she enjoyed the thought of saying that last line to him when she was going to do this. He had already seen her naked feet, but she was curious to see how nervous he would get at knowing he was about to see nearly her entire body, naked, directly in front of him. Sure, he'd seen her naked before, but not like this. Not when she was acting like she wanted him to see it. That made the situation so much more fun to do. Her hands slowly ran down her front-side, grazing over her belly as she wrapped her fingers around her shirt. She began to pull it up, smiling and staring at her nervous friend, every step of the way.

Nick's insides were all shaking, both with excitement and embarrassment. Cindy's blouse was slowly folding onto itself as it was pulled up. With every second, more of her bare stomach was exposed to him. Towering flesh, enough heat coming from it for him to feel it past the breeze generated by her moving blouse. His hair was pushed back as he saw the blouse stopped and slowly moving over the mounds that were her breasts. As it was pulled up, they all jumped, up and down, a reaction for having the pressure of the blouse on them, and suddenly being free from it. They were still bound by her bra, but they moved, nonetheless.

The blouse came over her head and was sent to the floor below. Now, Nick was at the edge of the bed and Cindy slowly walked towards him. That towering, distant figure, almost seemed to get larger and more towering as she inched closer, the echoed pounding from the floor, coming from every last step she took. He never lost the red in his face as his neck went back, further and further, trying to remain focused on her face. It was dozens and dozens of feet above him, and it just looked down, smiling towards him. After letting out her smile, she reached for her back. “Enjoying yourself, my little buddy? Don't get too excited yet. I've still got more to take off and change into.”

Nick's heart was racing, thumping faster and faster every second. Cindy was slowly unclipping her bra and looking down at him, with this immense, affectionate smile. She was teasing him this entire time, and being this close to someone so big and that had been so gentle and caring with him was more than he could handle. His own hormones were kicking in and he didn't know if he could take it. “C-C-Cindy, I...I...” Those two words were all he could get out before the cupped breasts that were held back by the bra were freed and the bra thrown to the floor behind Cindy. She crossed her arms and kept that smile on her face.

“Excited yet?” she asked, knowing how much she was pushing her tiny friend. He was trying his hardest not to completely lose himself in this moment, but it was hard. Sometimes, people couldn't control themselves when there was a person in front of them, stripping their clothes off at normal height. Having someone that towered over you, like a huge skyscraper doing the same was even harder. How could Nick resist losing it, upon seeing naked breasts, arms, stomach, hips, and more that were all bigger than his entire body? Nick fell over, his arms shaking from the scenario that was unfolding, echoed laughter pouring down from above him.

“I think that's a yes” she said, biting her lip, as she uncrossed her arms. They were alone in the room, so Richard and Hannah couldn't peek or snoop on them, and she was really getting into this situation. She wasn't sure why, but she really enjoyed taking off those clothes and showing off to him. Having someone get so nervous and embarrassed from seeing her body was magical to her. Richard had never been this mesmerized by her before, just as Nick was doing other things a lot deeper than Richard had done. She reached down and softly patted Nick on the head with a fingertip.

“You're such a cute, little guy, Nick.” she said. “As weird as it sounds, I'm glad we're taking the time to get to know each other. The situation that brought the two of us together, as buddies, wasn't exactly good. We're both losing our relationships to one another's lovers, but this is fun! Besides, I really like how embarrassed and how red your face is from seeing me. It's only natural, though. I can see why you're in such awe of me.” As she finished this last statement, she brought her hand up and played with her hair. She was about to reach down with her other hand when a loud knock came through the door, causing her to flinch.

“Cindy! Aren't you done yet? We're ready to go!” Richard's voice echoed through the room, scaring both of them. The red immediately flushed out of Nick's face and he turned, burying his face in his arm. He was so embarrassed at what had just happened, and he wasn't even sure how it happened. He couldn't stop himself, though. He was completely stunned by Cindy's appearance. Cindy lost her own blushing as well, having been so rudely interrupted by Richard. Her moment with Nick had been completely ruined, and she got a scowl on her face.

“Oh, for crying out loud. I'll be out in just a minute! Jeez!” Flustered, she turned back and started reaching for her clothes. Fitting her bra back on, she reached down and patted her little Nick. “Don't be so embarrassed, little dude. I'm afraid, though, that we'll have to continue this some other time. Some people are just so impatient! Give me just a second to get dressed and we'll get going.” Cindy turned to her other clothes and started to put it all all, roughly and snappily putting everything on, clearly making it apparent that she was upset. As she got the last of her clothes on, a pair of sneakers, she put her hand out for Nick to come into, preparing to go out and meet the two rude disruptions that had ruined their moment...

Nick thought he was about to have a mental breakdown before Richard had interrupted Cindy's little tease. Being close to Cindy and adjusting to her body's size was hard enough, but having that colossal body stripping down and giving him that sort of show was completely different. Not only did she intimidate him with her size, but she was like an enormous, sexual beacon at that moment. He didn't know how to handle that, and neither did his body. He was scared, but also slightly excited about it. Before he could go too far, though, she had gotten out of the tease and got some clothes on.

Part of him was glad she'd stopped to get dressed. He was partially afraid of where it would have gone from there. What would Cindy have done with him had she not been interrupted? Would she have come even closer? Would he have been asked to come and touch her naked body? Would he have been pulled into some sexual scenario with her? There were a lot of possibilities and, for now, he didn't want to think about it. He put his hands on top of Cindy's finger and climbed onto her hand, as if he were climbing into the cab of a pickup truck. Once there, he began to walk towards her palm, where he planned to sit down and ride with her, until they met up with Richard and Hannah.

They had both been disappointed, on some level, that Cindy had to get dressed again. Not having Richard around to show her affection, forced or natural, was making Cindy feel a little needy. She'd already shown this with her request for Nick rubbing her feet, but she felt a lot of it outside of that, too. That's what drove her to strip and tease Nick so much. He's been the only person to be nice to her on this trip. He's the only one that seemed to care to spend any time with her. Hannah was too scared of her and Richard was just on this leadership trip and did nothing but order her around. She didn't like this, at all.

Still, she was careful with Nick. She knew that she could do anything she wanted with him, but if she did get rid of him, she'd have no one left. Besides, he'd done a good job on her feet earlier. She definitely wanted to keep him around for that. Who knows? If they didn't find a cure for whatever made him small, he might have a permanent occupation of staying around her big feet. That idea definitely made her smile as she walked across the room, Nick sitting in the middle of her palm, pushed against her chest. If she could have him working for her feet all the time, naturally, she'd be in paradise.

“Um...C-Cindy?” came Nick's voice, as she was approaching the door. With her feet, now trapped inside a pair of converse sneakers, stopping right before the door, she turned her head down towards him, seeing him looking up at her. She calmly asked her little buddy a question, wondering what was on his mind. His face, almost unknown to her, was blushing red. He was thinking about what had happened before, and wanted to ask her something about it, and about what had been going on. In the end, though, he just shook his head and said “N-Nothing. Nevermind.” She shook her head a little, finding him a little amusing before looked back up and reaching for the door.

A loud clicking sound swept through the air as Cindy's fingers pinched around the door lock, moving it into a different position. With the door now unlocked, she pulled it open, letting the light from the hallway pour into the bedroom. Just outside the door were Richard and Hannah, as if they'd been right there, listening in on what was going on in the bedroom the entire time. This made Cindy feel rather odd, raising an eyebrow and questioning Richard. “Having fun hanging around the door? Whatcha doing? Eavesdropping on me and Nick?”

Cindy's words were cold, and they were meant to be. She immediately thought they had been listening in on what they were talking about, and she wanted to make sure they knew that was not an acceptable thing to do to your friends. Both Hannah and Richard's faces went red for a moment and Hannah turned around, her body getting caught on a large piece of thread that was tied around her waist. As she got caught, Cindy looked down at her, realizing there was a thread tied to her and tied to Richard's middle finger. She was tied onto him. What was that all about? She looked back to Richard. “Tying up your little friend for sport, huh?”

“N-No!” replied Richard, a flustered look on his face. He couldn't believe all of what Cindy was telling him. While the two of them had been eavesdropping on Cindy and Nick, they couldn't hear anything through the door. He was also, most certainly, not tying Hannah up for pleasure. Once he tried to calm down, he continued talking about the idea for the thread. “Since we're taking them out on a hike, I figured that we could fasten them with the thread to make sure they didn't fall out of our reach or anything. You know, for their safety. You should tie Nick to your finger, too. We don't want to lose them.” Hannah then nodded vigorously, putting her own input to that idea.

Cindy and Nick both looked at one another, and then back to them. They had too many strange thoughts about Richard and Hannah already. They didn't even want to think about what was popping into their heads. Still, it was a good idea, from a safety perspective. Looking down at her little buddy again, Cindy responded. “Yeah, yeah, whatever. What you do in your spare time on this vacation is something we don't really want to know. Well, how about it, little dude? You wanna get 'fastened' to my finger?” She winked down at Nick, mocking Richard's idea even further.

Nick sat there, not standing at all. He started to chuckle a little bit, and nodded. “Sure, why not? After all, I want to make sure I stay close to you!” He was starting to play Cindy's little game of showing the others that they knew about Richard and Hannah's little moments. Finally moving, he moved towards Cindy's middle finger, which was coming up. Wrapping his arms around it, he gave it a big hug, nuzzling into it, just so Hannah could see it. Even if Hannah never came back to him, he wanted to make her feel guilty, at least a little bit...

Cindy and Nick's display of affection was sent out, through the room. It was clear that they'd been able to bond, but they were showing each other such a dramatic amount of affection to try to get a reaction out of the two others in the room. They were both hurting, on some level, from Hannah and Richard's little episodes of staying close to one another, not to mention what Hannah had said to Richard the night before. Though Cindy was able to deal with it a little better, on the outside, Nick wasn't. He was starting to gain affection for Cindy, but that didn't make the pain he felt go away. That's why he was still being so affectionate, trying to make Hannah jealous of them.

Richard and Hannah both looked at them, thinking their behavior odd. Richard just raised his eyebrow at that scene they were making. His eyes weren't focused on emotions and feelings. He was just worried about life for his two, tiny friends. His mind was so set on being serious about all of this, that he was neglecting both Cindy's feelings of being hurt and some of the feelings Hannah had been throwing at him, this entire time. She was staying so close to him because she loved him, and he wasn't returning that affection, other than just keeping her with him. He was almost oblivious to it.

Hannah, on the other hand, wasn't oblivious to it. She'd seen Nick's display of affection at the breakfast table, and she'd gone with Richard for a reason. She still had feelings from the long amount of time she'd been with Nick. Having him being so affectionate with her had sparked something. She felt affection for him, at that moment, but didn't want to. She had set her sights on Richard, seeing this opportunity to come forward about her feelings. She didn't want to hurt Nick, but she also had a lot of focus on herself. She wanted to be happy, and she didn't think she could ever be completely happy unless she was with Richard, or at least told him and didn't receive his love in return.

The situation was starting to affect her again. Her eyes were stuck on Nick's body. She watched him hugging on Cindy, and the expression in his face just got to her. He was smiling. She knew the smile, too. It was the same smile he always gave to her when she did something that he loved, when he was able to do something fun with her. It was pointed towards Cindy now, and she wasn't sure how she felt about that. She definitely wanted to be with Richard, but a tiny, little knot formed in her stomach, the wave of jealousy coming into her. It only lasted for a moment and it was flushed away as she turned the other direction, but it was still there.

Her eyes were held shut as she thought about it. Deep down, she was a little bit jealous that the smile he gave wasn't pointed at her anymore. Why was he pointing it at Cindy of all people? Hannah remembered, all too well, the horror that they'd both felt when Cindy tried to kill them. The view of her titanic foot coming down, ready to smash them out of existence. The toes that were as big as they were, ready to squeeze into their bodies, feeling every last breath of life being flushed out. So much fear came from those thoughts. As Hannah shook her head, her eyes darted down, for a second. Cindy's feet were now hidden, in shoes. Thank goodness that Hannah didn't have to look at them, as they were the day before.

Still, the question stayed in her mind. Why was Nick being so affectionate towards Cindy? She'd always told him what a heartless person she always thought she was. Then, she'd tried to kill both of them, twice! How could he so easily trust her that much? It would take a life-and-death experience to do such a thing. Unfortunately, Hannah didn't know that the very theory that just crossed her mind had actually happened. She sat in Richard's palm as he began to speak up again, getting the wheels in motion for what they were now planning to do.

Richard handed the ball of thread over to Cindy, waiting for her to tie Nick to her finger. That way, they could get this hike underway. He didn't want to stay out for too long with these two small friends, and it was already getting into the afternoon with everything that had happened already. They needed to get out as soon as possible. The sooner they left meant the sooner they would be coming back inside, where he could keep a better eye on the two of them, and not worry about some bird or animal coming to steal them away.

Cindy took the yarn and let it unroll to the floor. As soon as it did so, she took her teeth and dug into it, immediately snapping the thread apart. Hannah gulped as she saw this. It was like she saw all the bad in Cindy. In her mind, it wasn't her getting another piece of thread cut. What Hannah saw was more than a dozen razor-sharp teeth, digging into it's prey and ripping it apart. She could do so much to them. She shook for second, scared that she could end up in there, someday. Instead of that yarn, it could be her own body that Cindy was biting into, getting rid of her and letting her satisfy her stomach. She looked away, again, trying to get all of the mental images out of her head.

As Cindy brought the thread down, she asked Nick to stand up. “Okay, sweetie, I've gotta tie you up! So, be a good boy and get up for me!” She wasn't going to let up on this way of talking. Nick slowly got up, as per her request, and let her tie the thread around his stomach. When it touched him, it felt like a thick rope. Cindy got it tied to him fairly tight, with some help and body language from him to make sure it wasn't too loose or too tight. Once the other end was tied to her finger, everything seemed ready to go. Nick sat back down in her palm and she looked at Richard. “Well, there we go! He's all tied up and safe from leaving my side. Shall we?”

That last statement had finally been able to get through to Richard. Past all of the stern attitude, the confidence, the lack of focus on anything but the seriousness of the situation, he was still there. Hannah had proven that his timid side, the part of him that Cindy took advantage of, was still there. When Cindy talked about Nick never leaving her side, he looked to her and stopped his train of thought. That meant something to him. She was referring to it in the context of him not falling or leaving her during their hike, but it sparked something in him.

He wasn't sure what it was, at first, but he started to feel it a little stronger after thinking about it, with Cindy and Nick walking towards the door, ready for their hike. He remembered it because she had talked about the same thing, years ago, when they got married. During their wedding, Cindy asked him to never leave her side. During that ceremony, he had made a promise to her. He promised to never leave her side, no matter what. It's part of what made him so vulnerable to being taken advantage of during their marriage. He vowed to never leave her side, ever. At that moment, he started to think about how true he'd been, lately, to that promise.

He stood there, for a moment, thinking about it. He hadn't been around Cindy much at all during this vacation. In fact, he'd pushed her away from him and asserted himself. He'd stayed away from her that entire time. As he thought about it, though, he tried to shake it off. He had done what he did for good reason. If he hadn't pushed Cindy in the kitchen, Nick and Hannah would probably be dead. He did what he did to protect his friends' lives. It was all for them, because of them. He had to keep her away from them, even today.

Or did he? Did he really have to keep Hannah away from Cindy today? Did he have to stay away from her? The more he thought about it, the more he realized that he hadn't really spent much time with Cindy that day. He was using the excuse that she was too dangerous to have around Hannah and Nick. Then again, Nick had been around Cindy all day, and he was just fine. In fact, he seemed better than fine. He wasn't afraid of her, at all. He was even hugging on her, showing her that he trusted her. What, then, was the reason he was keeping away from her? Was he just keeping Hannah away from her, or did he just not want to be around her?

Part of him said that he was keeping Hannah away from her. Hannah had been drawn to him, and she was someone he'd been friends with. She was also someone who had offered him advice the night before, about how he couldn't let Cindy walk all over him. Another part of him wanted to stay away from Cindy. He knew that she had been taking advantage of him for years. Ever since she got into this foot fantasy thing, she'd been dominating every aspect of his life, taking complete control. She dictated when he would stop doing things to spend time with her. She decided when he would want to do activities, like kissing her feet. She decided a lot, and part of him hated that.

Every single person out there has a certain amount of independence, or a desire for independence. He didn't want to be a slave to Cindy, or something close to it. On the other hand, he still loved her, and would deal with any misgivings and problems that happened in their marriage. That's what wedding vows were for. You can't get along all the time. You just have to deal with things when you can't, and go on when things don't go perfect. As he was thinking about all of this, however, a familiar voice came to him. It wasn't Cindy, but Hannah. “Hello? Are we gonna go hiking or not? They're already gone!”

Richard was snapped out of his thought-train as Hannah was tugging on the yarn she had around her waist. She was standing up, pulling his finger towards her, trying to get his attention. She'd seen Cindy walk off, with Nick in her hand, and Richard hadn't even moved. She had no idea what he was doing, but she finally got his attention. She looked at her, confused, and she pointed towards the door, which was wide open. “Look! Cindy and Nick are gone. They left without us! Are we going to go on a hike with them, or are you just going to stand there, all day! I mean, I don't mind if you just wanna spend time with me, but seriously! They're long gone. What's up in that head of yours?”

He, honestly, didn't know why he got so caught up in that. He shook his head and apologized to Hannah. After the apology, he walked towards the door and headed outside. It was a calm, silent day, as far as the weather was concerned. Despite the freak storm the day before, there wasn't a cloud in the sky. The wind wasn't blowing, either. It was as if everything was standing still. Using his free hand, he closed the door behind him and started walking down the steps of the porch and into the gravel driveway. In front of him were two paths. One was the driveway, and another was a small, dirt path that led into the forest. Cindy and Nick were nowhere in sight.

“Well, uh...which way...should we go? Do you think they went on the path or just went in some random place?” Richard looked down to Hannah, as if he expected her to know what was going on, or where to go. She looked back up to him, raising her eyebrow at him. How was she supposed to know which way they went? As scary as the world was to her, Richard was making her transition incredibly easy. Having everything on such a large scale was frightful, but having one of those large things coming to you for advice and for help gave her a sense of control and purpose in this place.

She smiled to him and sat back, against her finger. “Well, Richey, sweetie...” she added, making sure to throw out a little emotion in her talking. “I would hope they'd have taken the path, but who knows? Let's just go and try to find them, okay? And if we can't, then we'll just get a little more time to spend together! That wouldn't be a bad thing, would it?” Richard didn't answer that question. He didn't know how to. He just nodded at her suggestion of the path and started heading down that way. He didn't know where Cindy and Nick had gone, but he was hoping they'd find them, and soon...

Cindy had seen Richard stopping and staring, empty-eyed towards her, when she talked about never wanting Nick to leave her side. It was just the kind of reaction she wanted out of him. She knew he was gone in his own little world now, so she took Nick outside and went off, without them. Nick hadn't said a word. They were both on the same mindset, at that moment. They both wanted both Richard and Hannah to be jealous of the bond that was forming between them. They knew that those two weren't so close yet, and they wanted to show them that they could lose them, over this, and wanted them to feel bad about it.

With Richard and Hannah being left behind, Cindy and Nick made their way out the door. Instead of going towards the path, however, Cindy had a much better idea in mind. She had started to go down the path, but quickly turned around and started to head back, towards the cabin. They weren't going anywhere, but she had a plan in mind for what they wanted Richard and Hannah to go through. They came back to the cabin and sat themselves down against the back of it. The path didn't seem to lead around that way, so they'd stay there until Richard and Hannah went off.

“So...what do we do now?” asked Nick, hanging onto Cindy's finger, a soft breeze having kicked up and pushing against his body. Cindy hadn't given him the pleasure of hearing her big 'master plan' for this situation. He just came along for the ride. Before, he was just set on the jealousy. He wanted to show Hannah how much Cindy and he had bonded over the past day, and get her jealous. Cindy was in control, for the most part, though. She was the one doing all of these actions, like supporting his actions, leaving without them, going to the back of the cabin. She hadn't explained to him what all they were doing.

Cindy could see his troubles and put her other palm in the direction the wind was coming from. After the pressure left his body, he sat down, pushing against her palm, as if it were some sort of couch. He looked to her, wanting an answer. She gave him one, after a moment. “Now, we wait for them to leave. Once they realize that we've left without them, they'll come running, trying to find us. Richard is so caught up on yours and Hannah's safety that he'll think that I'll be getting you into trouble. Or, at least, one of them will, I'm hoping. After they leave, we'll just simply go back into the cabin and spend some more time together. It's as simple as that.”

Nick was pushing against her hand flesh and hanging onto her, thinking about what she just said. So, basically, they were going to make them think they'd run off, only to go back into the cabin? From the sounds of it, they were going to just hang out for awhile, and let the other two stress out, over where they were. It was an interesting idea. If Richard was as caught up with the safety of him and Hannah, then she'd be causing a lot of stress in him. I guess that was the point. The more he's stressed, the more likely he'll be vulnerable to their ongoing bonding. That, in turn, would also make Hannah vulnerable. She would get stressed, because he's stressed.

The two of them then waited for awhile. They didn't know how long it would take for Richard to leave with Hannah, but it would only be a matter of time. Cindy was a little upset that she didn't get to do what she had planned to do with Hannah earlier, but she'd just have to do some more stuff with Nick, in the mean time. After about 10 minutes, they crept their heads around the side of the cabin and could see Richard and Hannah walking into the forest, through the path. Cindy smiled down at Nick and picked herself up. “Alright. That's our cue, little dude. Let's go back inside and spend some more time together, while they're off in the forest.”

Nick wasn't sure what they were going to do, but he was just going to go with it. He was starting to enjoy the company that Cindy provided. She was big, intimidating, but also seemed a little protective of him. That made him a little happier to be around her. He basically did everything for Hannah. Sure, she gave him affection, but she wasn't protective of him, like Cindy was being right now. He calmly rode on her hand as they took a back door into the house. He watched the scenery as they came back into the bedroom and she untied his thread and placed him on the bed.

She turned to the side and kicked off her shoes, letting them fly across the room. “There we go! Now my feet are a little more comfortable. Well, then!” she said, getting on her knees and looking down at her little friend. “We've got plenty of time together, right now. What should we do? Any ideas?” She had a smile on her face. She obviously had ideas of her own in her head, but she wasn't talking about them, right then. Nick just sat there, looking up at her. He tried to smile. She was still intimidating, despite being the kind person she seemed to be, at the moment. He was a little nervous, though, remembering the last thing that happened between them around this bed.

Cindy remembered it, too, and that's why she was smiling. As much as her mood had been ruined earlier, she was happy that Nick was around, and those other two were not. To make things better for them and worse for Richard and Hannah, she figured something a little more personal between them, was necessary. She also was starting to like the little guy. He'd already seen her, practically naked before. It'd be no problem in finishing the job. “Oh, I know! We can finish what we had started earlier. I'm sure you wouldn't mind seeing all of me again, right?”

A loud, echoing giggle rained down from the ceiling as Cindy began to disrobe again. Nick's nervousness started to come back as he saw her shirt come off, then her bra, her pants, and finally, her panties, as she stood back up. Before long, he had a towering, naked beauty in front of him. His heart was pounding as he saw her moving towards him. “Now, let me join my little buddy on the bed. You wouldn't mine, would you?” He was frozen as he saw that towering, naked wonder moving, parts of her coming above him as she pulled herself onto the bed...

The situation had changed now. Nick was alone in the cabin with Cindy, and it was clear that she wanted to have some personal fun with her little friend. He was quivering on the bed. All he could see above him was a towering, building-sized Cindy, climbing onto the bed, planning to spend some time with him. Every little detail of her body could be seen. She was completely naked and was all around him, at this point. Her shadow engulfed him as she came onto the bed and sat down, a leg on each side of him. The bed retracted as she came down, causing some unforeseen effects on little Nick.

The angle of the surface suddenly changed. What was once a flat surface became an incline. Nick lost his balance and began to fall down the incline. He could see where he was going. He wanted to stop, but he couldn't. His body was tumbling, faster and faster, her legs going by on both sides of him. Ahead of him was that same crotch he'd harmed in the bath tub the night before. Those vaginal lips that had opened up to claim him as their own. He saw them getting closer and screamed, hoping that Cindy would see his plight and stop him before he was lost inside her.

As the lips got closer and closer, he realized just how titanic they were to him. They could easily swallow him up and he would never see the light of day again. At the last second, when he was mere inches from those damp, fleshy lips, a hand came down and stopped him. He crashed into the hand and felt everything moving again. While trying to get a grip on his head, he looked up, seeing everything, from Cindy's stomach up to her head as she held him just above her crotch, giggling at his movements. “Silly, Nick. I know you're excited to see me, but you can't go in there! I'd lose you!” Come here, I have a better place for you.”

Everything was still moving, out of control. Cindy was lying on her back and brought her hands up, closer to the top half of her body. She held him above her chest and gave him a look. She looked at him, and then down, towards her breasts. “You know, if you wanted to have a little more personal time with me, you should have just asked!” she said, not even considering that it was a complete accident that he fell towards her crotch the moment before. Her hand moved again, as he was lowered, closer and closer to her chest. “I have just the valley for you to visit!”

Nick was so frozen from the scenario, just as he was before. He couldn't say a single word. Having Cindy being so personal with him, not to mention the fact that she was completely naked, was overwhelming him. He soon saw the light disappear from beside him and he was let go. He yelped as he fell, hitting the soft surface of her skin. As he gained himself, again, he looked up and around to see that he was in a very different place. Sitting down, he could see walls of flesh on either side of him, high in the sky. Heat was coming from both sides, and he could see something off in the distance.

In front of him was Cindy's shoulders and head, looking down at him. She giggled as she saw him moving around. It didn't take him long to realize where he was. Those walls, those mounds to his sides were Cindy's breasts, her enormous, giant breasts. He was getting scared, but she wasn't holding him anymore. He tried to get up, but fell back down as he heard a loud thumping from beneath him. He yelped again, and fell over. As he did so, he yelped as he heard and felt the thumping again. His heart was racing, until he realized the thumping from beneath him was her. It was her heart.

Cindy's heart beat was that ground-moving, yelp-creating thumping from beneath him. He wasn't sure what to do here. All he knew was that he was between her breasts, and the constant thumping of her heart was making his entire body shake. He got himself up and hugged against one of the mounds and slowly started to make his way towards her shoulders, the closest exit in sight. She was becoming too overwhelming for him to handle. Just as he was about clear, though,the wall of flesh moved. Cindy took a breath, making Nick feel the ground moving upward. He shook and held on, as tight as he could, Cindy watching his every move.

She was enjoying this. Nick was so helpless, in comparison to her. Even a simple breath or heart-beat was enough to freak him out. So, she pushed on her breast a little, to tease him. It was too much for him, of course, and he fell over. She laughed, quietly, as she saw him falling down. She thought to reach down for him, which she did. Her fingers came down and scooped up his tiny body, pulling it up, towards her face. “Aw...was my chest too much for you to handle, Nick?”

Her teasing was strong and powerful. He felt as if he couldn't do anything, that all of this titanic woman, as gentle as she was, was deciding his fate. He looked up to her and frantically nodded his head to her. This only got another laugh out of her. Her finger came down and softly patted his head as she began to sit up. “I'm sorry if it was too much! I guess I'm just too much woman for one, little guy to handle. Maybe I should put you somewhere you're a little more acquainted with, huh?”

Nick had a feeling what area she was talking about. He looked down towards her legs, and her feet. Those feet that he had spent some time around, the same ones that had saved his life. He looked back to her and she gave him a smile. “Yeah, that's right. If you like them so much that you immediately look at them, I'll gladly let you spent more time with my feet.” Cindy let Nick down towards the floor, and set him down, by where her socks and shoes were sitting. Before long, her feet started coming down, towards him.

He watched those feet come down, shaking a little at what Cindy might have in mind, keeping him on the floor, instead of on the bed, with her. In his fear, he tripped and fell deep, inside one of her socks...