The New Perspective

The tiny man stood on the carpet of his flooring, being rather almost lost by the fabric as the forestry of the white material would cover him entirely if he ducked down. Fortunately, he was able to scale through the carpet, but it felt like he was swimming through the carpet considering the effort he had to make to move from one place to another.

The man was lost, where to go. There were new things to adapt to. This guy did not know anything about survival either. He was rather fucked. Things got worse for little Jackson. He felt the ground underneath him giving a quake sensation, a tremor? It was terrifying as they only became more and more intensive. The sound of a giant beast was coming in his direction.

Toom. Toom. Toom.

“Jackson you dickhead!” Hannah called out behind the door as the ground shook as she stepped closer and closer.

It felt like the world around me was shaking as the door opened, swinging right above me. If he were any bigger, his head might’ve been gone. But now the biggest problem of all was right in front of Jackson. Hannah. She was…fuckin’ huge! That and looked pissed off. Pissed off. She even opened the door without knocking!? Good thing he wasn’t wanking it, he clearly forgot to lock the door!

“Why the fuck are you touching my shit all the time!? Now you’re drinking my supplement-” The girl said as she swung the door open, looking around as there was nobody in there.

Hannah looked around, not sure what was going on there. There wasn’t a sign he was home at all. Considering he didn’t have a car, Hannah wouldn’t know if he left or not. She stood there, tapping her pink and black color Nike shoes she wore as she had matching Nike socks that went up to her shins.

"Okay...so you aren't fucking home? Better be getting ahold of that landlord I swear." Hannah complained.

“Holy fuck…” He said in response, he couldn't grasp what to say at this moment.

Jackson stared up in awe, she was so big. So massive. Fortunately, his own fear overshadowed his own horny thoughts for the moment. For how long that would last would be unknown. Jackson had to get her attention. That was his priority right now!

“Hannah! Down here! Hannah!” He waved his hands as he ran up to her, standing right under her. There was no denying the view was awesome but he had to get her attention.

This was a dangerous position as Jackson did not realize she would mistake him for a bug of some sort. That is if she would take notice of Jackson. She was idled there for a moment, the girl just trying to process her thoughts on what to do next. She didn't seem to take notice with his clothes on the floor, that didn't help his case at all.

Jackson's next course of action was performing a mad dash to her left shoe, however, she began to walk away from him before he was even halfway. Jackson wanted to cry, actually wanted to cry as she stormed off to her room. He was left alone again. Running anywhere took ages for me to reach anywhere Jackson wanted to.

"Wait! Wait! Hannah! HANNAH!" He screamed, straining his own voice as this scream was very desperate sounding.

So that was it? So close to salvation and it was gone just like that. Jackson had to figure out what happened to him. He couldn’t give up so quickly. So what was next? What did he need to do? Well, there were a few options. Two for sure would be either going to her bedroom or hanging out around in the kitchen or living room when she comes out. The other was hiding out in the bathroom but that was much less ideal and he didn't want to be witnessed doing something like that to begin with. Sure Jackson had his pleasure, but something at that degree was quite extreme.

Jackson was left inside the room, forced to swim his way through the carpet he was stuck in. This sucked. He couldn't do what he wanted if he tried. It took him ten minutes just to walk himself out of his very own bedroom.

At last Jackson eyed the hallway, it seemed to go on forever with its hardwood flooring. It gave me a tunnel-view vision as it went on and on. His own mind was tricking him, he had to fight this and get through what needed to be done. Hannah was in her bedroom and that’s where Jackson needed to go. Tristian began to make his way

It would only be a few minutes and the walk to her bedroom door was unbearable. Jackson felt too weak to carry on as the more he stared off into the distance, the more anxious he felt. His stomach churned, he didn’t know how to get himself out of this. Jackson was so small. So insignificant now. His cries wouldn’t be heard. His mind faded, going into a deep thought “It was going to take hours to get there...” His thoughts were expressed.

Everything that had happened so far, it was a wakeup call for Jackson. His new perspective about things became a realization now. He was screwed if he didn't get Hannah's attention. Time was running out...