It was summer break for Spencer Henson, who had just wrapped up his second year of college. He found himself in a financial dilemma. Granted he took his schooling seriously; he could not help himself to blow most of his money at parties. Priding himself on paying for all of his education himself with the help of scholarships, his bank account is showing he may not be able to cover next semester's costs. He absolutely didn't want to have to take out loan, no matter what.

One day, his family was invited to Brooke Patterson's house for a cookout. She and Spencer's mom, Allie, have been best friends since middle school. While Allie went to focus on health and fitness, Brooke went into pharmaceuticals. Most of her work is kept secret, but whatever department she's working in, she's making top dollar. Her backyard is large and immaculate, with a large pool to top it all off. Various friends and colleagues populate the space, but Spencer doesn't really know any of them. He mainly kept to himself and partaking in polishing off the food table.

 As he chugged down a bottle of water, he saw his mom sitting alone by small glass table. She was taking shelter from the sun under the table's umbrella. It was apparent she must have recently got out of the pool as water was actively dripping down her long, red hair. Even at forty-two years of age and birthing two kids, her years in health and fitness really paid off for her. For years he had to endure his friends constantly calling her a MILF, but he couldn't blame them. Her soaked pink bikini clung to her fit body, though she had to constantly pull up her top, making her C-sized boobs jiggle around. As she crossed her legs, she waved her barefoot back and forth, showing off her freshly painted red toe nails. Spencer could only blush and try to maintain eye contact as he approached her. He figured now could be a good time to ask her about his financial situation.

"Hey mom, I have a question for you."

"And I may have an answer for you." she teased.

"Do you know of anyone who's hiring right now?"

"For what?"

"Anything really, if it pays well."

"Are you low on money?"

"N-No, I just figured I could spend my time off making money instead of partying."

"Mmhmm, I see."

"Fuuuck," he thought to himself, "She saw right though me."

"Well..." she said with a smile on her face as her eyes looked past him. Without warning, he felt a cool and moist body walk into him. If there was one thing in life he could change, it would be his height. Being exactly 5'2" at twenty sucked, and as large breasts clothed in a lime green bikini rested on each of his shoulders, he knew it was Brooke. Any chance she had to tease him about their differences in height, she took it, and every time it made Allie laugh. Slowly he turned around to be greeted by the 6'4" woman's melon sized breasts. Though he hated being short, he couldn't deny that he quietly enjoyed things like this. Craning his head up, he saw her looking down at him with her sharp, green eyes and wide smile. She had her long black hair tied up into a ponytail that nearly reached all the way down to her butt. Being good friends with his mom, they often partnered together when doing fitness. By doing so, her entire frame was like an hourglass.

"What's this about being hired?" she asked, breaking Spencer out of his trance.

"Well, I..." he trailed off.

"Looks like he blew all his money," Allie chimed in.

"Oh?" Brooke exclaimed as she returned her attention to Spencer. "I think you're in luck," she said, chuckling.

"I am?" Spencer asked.

"It might be a bit dangerous though..."

"What is it? Is it a position where you work?" he asked eagerly, knowing her place of employment pays super well.

"It is. We've been working on a new... type of drug but we need human testers now."

The eagerness that welled inside of Spencer began to wane. "Could it kill me?"

"Oh, no no no," she assured him, "At least it shouldn't."

"!!!"

"I'm joking. This particular one has already gone through hundreds of tests. We've just been approved to do human testing, but we haven't officially signed anyone up yet."

"What is it meant to do?"

"That's a secret."

"What about side effects?"

"Also secret."

Spencer began to back away from Brooke as he contemplated on rejecting her offer. But then his mom spoke up, "Go ahead and do it. She wouldn't intentionally put you in harm's way."

Brooke shortened the space between herself and Spencer, lifting his chin with her finger. She leaned in close and whispered, "What if I told you this drug could make you taller?"

That one question perked Spencer right up. If there was anything that caught his attention, good or bad, was about his height. If this drug could possibly give him some sort of growth spurt, there was not a single doubt in his mind. "I'll do it!" he exclaimed. 

Brooke brought her hand to her mouth as she giggled to herself. "Perfect," she said as she stood back up to full height with her hand on her hip. "How about you come back here tomorrow morning, and we'll go in together. Not like you'll be able to get there on your own anyhow."

---

All throughout the morning, Spencer felt nervous. Granted he knew Brooke since he was a small child, he is never normally alone with her. The entire car ride to the pharmaceutical lab, he could barely utter a single word. Not only that, but his heart was also going a mile a minute. Her black top hugged her chest tightly, barely concealed by her white blazer, jiggling with every bump. He could only hope she never noticed his quick glances at her, but her giggles said otherwise. 

After going through multiple security checkpoints, Brooke led Spencer to her office. Entering inside, she motioned him to sit in the guest chair in front of her desk. Plopping down onto the cushy armchair, he waited eagerly as he watched her approach her safe, inputting the digital code. Pressurized air blew free as the safe's door opened. Brooke pulled out two vials, one colored brown and the other blue, and two syringes.

"Uh.. this isn't something I can just take orally?" Spencer asked as a chill ran down his spine. 

"Not a fan of needles, huh?"

"No, not by a long shot."

"Is this a deal breaker?"

"N-No, we can still do this."

"Perfect," she said as she sat at her desk. Placing down the vials and syringes, she pulled out a folder, opened it, and pushed it to him. "Legal mumbo jumbo. I'll need your signature and initials at the bottom."

"What exactly is this?"

"Granted we've tested this for years and concluded it's safe for human injection, this is just for you to acknowledge potential risks and absolve us of any wrongdoing. Pretty much, you can't sue us."

"Oh... Could I not sign this and still take this stuff?"

"No."

"..."

"..."

"All right." Not even glancing at the words on the document, he signed his name and initials at the bottom, and pushed the folder back to Brooke.

"Perfect! Now before we start..." Pulling out a medical bag, she took all of Spencer's vitals. "Pulse is good, blood pressure is good," she rambled as she wrote down her findings on her clipboard. Next, she motioned him over to the scale. Spencer has a deep-seated hatred towards scales, but he still begrudgingly stood on it. "...And exactly five foot two inches," she giggled.

".........Are we ready yet?"

"Yes, yes, we are good to start now." After motioning him back to the chair, she takes an alcohol wipe, cleans his arm, and begins to fill the first syringe of out of brown bottle. "Now, this will pinch a little."

"Make it quick plEASE!" he shouted as the needle penetrated his arm. It took everything he had not to jump out of his seat. He could feel the fluids eject out of the syringe and enter into his bloodstream. "Gah, that sucked."

"And we still have one more to go."

"Ugh, what do these vials do exactly?"

"That one was for prep, and... a type of precautionary formula?"

"What was with that pause?" he wondered.

"And this one," she continued as she filled the second syringe from the blue vial, "is the main formula that will alter your height."

Taking a deep breath, "All right, let's get this over WITH!" he yelped as the needle unexpectedly pierces through his skin. Much like before, he could feel the contents from the syringe enter inside of him, however, it felt very warm. 

"And that's all there is to it."

"Hooray..." Spencer said with low energy as he rubbed his arm. 

Brooke pushed his hand out of the way so she could place band-aids over the injection points. "You're such a brave little boy," she teased.

"Please don't... How soon should I be able to see any results?"

"If our previous stages in development and testing are anything to go by, hopefully three days from now."

"Is there anything I should do in the meantime?"

"Nope, but I would recommend that you take it easy tonight. Maybe go to bed a little earlier tonight. And if you feel any side effects like nausau or anything of the sort, let me know."

"Noted."

---

It was later in the evening when Spencer made it back home. He had spent some time at the facility under Brooke's supervision, to not only see some projects deemed safe to see, but to see if he had any immediate complications with the drug. After taking him out for dinner, she dropped him off at his driveway. As he opened the front door and walked inside, he was greeted by his mother who was lounging on the sofa, watching her show on the TV.

"So how did it go?" she asked as he slipped off his sneakers.

"She stabbed me with needles. Twice!" he comedically shouted, holding up two fingers. Making his way to the opposite end of the couch his mom was on, he plopped down, sprawling his body over the furniture. "I think I may die."

"I better start making all the preparations now," Allie said, playing along. "If you're hungry, there are some leftovers in the fridge."

"I'm good for now. Brooke took me out for food."

"What did you get?"

"Lobster."

"I'm jealous."

"I would be too."

With a smirk on her face, she lifted her legs and placed them on the couch, pressing her bare feet into her son's leg. "Since you got to eat like a king, I too need to be treated like royalty. My feet are sore and are in dire need of a massage."

Growing up, it was common that Spencer or his sister would massage their mother's feet from time to time. However, it has been years since he last did that. "Eh.. I think I'm gonna pass."

"Why is that?"

"I'm not a kid anymore."

"But you're my kid."

"I'm twenty."

"All right then," she chuckled, "I'll pay you for it."

"What?" he replied in an exasperated manner.

"Ten whole dollars if you massage my feet."

"That's not a whole lot."

"It kinda is in your situation."

"Ugh..." She was right though. Spencer is extremely low on funds, and at this point, every dollar he can get is major. "Fiiiine," he acquiesced. Taking her feet, he sat them on his legs and began to knead his fingers into her pink soles. He could hear her low pleasurable moans with each stroke. 

"It's been so long since I had a foot massage," she sighed as she continued to watch her show. Noticing that her attention is turned away from him, he stared intently at her feet. There was no denying he had a foot fetish, even if the feet belonged to his own family. He felt the texture of her soles with each pass against his thumbs. The combination of salty foot sweat and lotion make an aroma that made its way to his nostrils. If he wasn't careful to control himself, if would be super awkward if he got a stiffy.

Several minutes went by as he continued to massage his mother's feet before the front door flew open. In walked Gina, Spencer's eighteen-year-old sister. She just got back from her job as a barista at the coffee shop just inside town. Taking off her hat and sitting it on the rack, she combed through her hair with her fingers, undoing the hat hair to set her orange bobbed hairstyle free. Peering towards the couch, she snickered. "So what's this?" Spencer rolled his eyes as she retracted his hands from his mother's feet.

"Your brother needs the cash so I'm paying him."

"Oh?" Gina exclaimed with a smirk on her face. Sitting down on the recliner that's perpendicular from the couch, she sat her feet atop the couch's arm, right next to Spencer. "Go on, I'm next. My job is a killer on my poor feet."

"Noooo..." Spencer groaned. "... You'll have to pay me first."

"After you're done."

"You and I both know that'll never happen."

Allie pulled a twenty-dollar bill from her purse and stuck it in front of Spencer's face. "That'll cover us both," she giggled.

Spencer looked at the paper bill for a moment before snapping it from his mother's grasp. "Fine." Sitting the twenty on his lap, he began to massage her feet. With each stroke, he could feel how bound up her soles were. But not only that, the hours spent inside the footwear was also very apparent. "Your feet absolutely reek."

"Brilliant observation Copernicus," she chided sarcastically, "Almost like I was at work for eight hours today."

Feeling the vein tremble in his head as he bit his tongue, not wanting to say anything to start a fight, he let the job remark go. Instead, seeing as how his hands are already unclean, he took his fingers and slid them between her dirty toes. The action caused Gina to nearly fall out of her seat as she is very ticklish there. However, Spencer had a death-grip on her feet as he refused to let up. Gina could hardly contain her pained laughter as she tried to strike him with her fist. As the two continued on with their sibling bickering, Allie continued to watch her show with a smile on her face.

---

As eight o'clock approached, Spencer began to feel exhausted. Brooke had suggested he turn in early tonight, and he decided to follow that advice. Getting up off the couch, he stretched as he announced he was off the bed. Both his mom and sister wished him a good night as he made his way to his room down the hall. Just as he was about to enter his room, he turned his attention back towards the living room. "Oh, right, I was planning on heading back to campus for a few days for some group meetings tomorrow morning."

"Okay, be careful heading back there."

"I will."

And with that, he closed and locked his door. Plugging his phone to its charger, he set it into silent mode as he sat it on his nightstand. He could really start to feel tired and didn't want to risk a late-night text or call to interrupt his sleep. As he sat down on his bed, he took off all his clothes besides his boxers. The cool air-conditioned air felt great, but he still burrowed himself under his blanket. Within mere moments, he was already out cold.

---

"Hrrrrmmmm..." Spencer groaned as he tossed and turned. He was sleeping well until his mind decided to wake up. He still felt groggy and didn't want to check the time as he desperately wanted more sleep. Though as he continued to roll from side to side in an attempt to fall back asleep, something from the back of his mind was nagging at him; that something felt off. After another few moments of time, it was becoming more apparent. 

Feeling hot, Spencer went to toss his blanket off to the side to uncover himself. As he swung his arm, the blanket barely moved. "..The hell?" he grumbled as he tried again to no avail. But not only was the blanket hardly moving, it felt heavier than normal. Using both arms, he managed to move his blanket some, but he was still under its cover. Getting annoyed, he shifted around, ready to sit up when he noticed something else. He felt completely naked. He felt additional fabic at his midsection, but what could it be? In a complete state of confusion, Spencer sat up, still completely covered under his now heavy blanket. Swatting the cover away with force, finally freeing himself from its grasp, his confusion grew. 

As his eyesight began to focus, the first thing he noticed was that his bed was at least twice its normal size. Lowering his gaze, he saw the source of the fabric at his groin. It was indeed his boxers, but they too were twice their size. Scanning his room, the walls now seemed more distant. 

"... W-What the hell?" was all he could muster to say. He just continued to sit there, in a state of bewilderment. He could also swear that everything around him was progressively getting bigger. "This is one hell of a dream. Although... This all feels so real somehow." Taking his fingers, he aggressively pinched his arm. "Ow! That really hurt... Wait... That hurt?!" It began to dawn on him that this was in fact reality and not a dream. "E-Everything just isn't growing, I'm shrinking!" he shouted. 

Kicking his legs to free himself from his large boxers, he quickly crawled to the edge of his bed. His heart rate quickened as the reality of the situation loomed over him. The floor was at least six feet down from the top of the bed already. Attempting to climb down, he slipped as his nerves failed him, causing him to land harshly onto his back. As he briefly laid there, he caught a glimpse of his boots under the bed, already towering overhead from a lying position. Getting up, he ran towards his door. What was normally four steps was now at least twenty as his room increasingly got larger. As he approached the door, the scary realization struck him as the doorknob was out of reach, yet he still tried jumping, coming nowhere close. Next, he began pounding on his door with his little fists.

"MOM! GINA! HELP!" he shouted over and over again as he pummeled his door. "HEEEEELP!"

He briefly paused his panic to listen if anyone was coming, but he heard absolutely nothing. His body began to tremble as the fear grew. He knew if he couldn't reach the doorknob, then he needed something to stand on. Hastily looking around, he spotted a milk crate he keeps his video games in. Making his way over, he is finding that it's taking more steps to get to place to place. Looking back to his bed, it was already at least eight feet to the top. Putting all he had into pushing the crate that was now as tall as him, he was slowly making progress. Pushing and pushing, he was finding the task becoming increasingly difficult. It took him a moment to realize that was because he was still getting smaller. As the crate butted up against the door, Spencer jumped and grabbed the top of the crate, hoisting himself up. Then his heart sank as he realized the doorknob was still too far from his reach. With tears in his eyes, he looked around again for anything he could hope to use as he stood on a case of Dead or Alive Extreme Volleyball. 

Climbing back down, he remembered about his phone. Craning his head up to follow the charging cord to the top of the building sized nightstand, he planned on pulling the phone down to the ground. Taking hold of the cord, he began yanking with all his might, resting his foot against the stand for leverage. He could feel it move bit by bit until it finally tumbled over the edge, causing him to land on his back. Spencer's eyes went wide as his phone was falling directly at him. He quickly rolled out of the way, barely dodging the phone that now rivaled him in size as it loudly thumped into the carpeted floor. Getting back onto his feet, he approached his phone as its screen was facing down. He gripped the underside of his phone and tried to lift it, but it was too heavy. "No no no no no!" he cried as he desperately tried to flip the phone again. It was just too heavy and only getting heavier by the second. 

Slowly turning his attention back to the center of his room, his heart sank as he saw just how larger everything looked. He could now see the underside of his bed. His boots he looked at before just moments ago now stand taller than he is. Not only that, but his room alone could also easily fit a house now. These thoughts only fueled his anxiety as he could still feel himself diminishing in size. Turning his attention back to his ever-growing door, he came to a sudden realization that he could now fit under the gap at the base of the door. Wasting no time, he made a mad dash for the opening, and rolled underneath to now find himself in the hallway. 

For a brief moment he was stunned as he saw his house from a new, tiny perspective as the length and size of the hall was beyond comprehension. Looking the other way towards the living room, he saw that the lights were still on, meaning that someone was at least still awake in there. Again, he ran wildly, shouting, "Mom! Gina! Help me!" Under normal circumstances, it takes three steps from his bedroom door to the living room. By the time Spencer reached the dark red carpeted floor, he took nearly two hundred strides. Seeing the thick strands of carpeting reach up to his chest furthered his panicked state. As he pushed his body into the fibers, they barely gave in at all. "No, FUCK!" he screamed as he decided to scramble to the top. 

Taking some care as to where he placed his feet, he hurriedly made his way towards the couch. From his current perspective, the back of the recliner was blocking out who was in the room with him; the one that would save him, or at the very least, witness him shrink down to nothing. At this point, the recliner alone is as large as a building, capable of holding hundreds of people as it towered high above. With his heart beating faster and faster, Spencer kept his gaze low, watching his feet land carefully on each strand of carpet. By now, each fiber that lined the strands were becoming more pronounced as they grew larger in his eyes.

The moment finally came as Spencer cleared past the recliner to get a glimpse of who was on the couch. From his vantage point, from between the recliner and coffee table, thousands of feet away, he saw the slumbering face of his mother, seated straight up, bare feet on the ground. It was one thing to see his house and inanimate objects dwarf Spencer in size, but it was an entirely different thing to see a family member absolutely have their presence known, even in slumber. His heart nearly stopped, as his feelings of safety blew out the window upon glancing at the sleeping mountain of a woman. The size difference made him feel so insignificant, that for a moment he thought that she was no longer his mother, because who has a bug as a son? Along with the fact that she dozed off while watching her show, will she even recognize him? If she saw him as a bug in her groggy state, one swift move of her foot, and he is dead under her overpowering sole.

Coming back to his senses, he started to move closer, shouting out for help. No matter how loud he screamed, she didn't stir. As he drew closer, he pondered how he was going to get her attention. As she was wearing shorts, he had no fabric to grab onto to climb on her body. The angle of her bare legs was far too steep to try to climb with his bare hands, even if he could find grip on her skin. The only option he arrived to was to pound her toes, though as he finally approached her digits, that idea lost its spark. 

Spencer found himself at the base of his mother's second toe of her right foot. snuggly nestled in the carpet. He could only stare at the wall of flesh as it rose a couple hundred feet above him. Not only that, but the width of all her toes also combined covered over one thousand feet. A cold chill ran down his spine as he continually stared at his mother's foot, the same foot he was just massaging earlier, now as large as a literal mountain. The faint odor of lotion of foot sweat he had smelled earlier was now thickly saturated in the air around him to an nauseating extent. 

The only saving grace Spencer could find was that it seemed his shrinking has stopped. Though he'd never realize it, he stands at 0.01 of an inch tall (1/100") and his mother who is five foot nine inches now stands at six miles and four thousand feet tall. It was hard for him to comprehend the extreme differences in size. From just beyond her toes, he could see up to her knees. That distance alone is damn near two miles high. As he peered at her toes, he could see every imperfection with dry skin, and every indentation of her toe print were like large hills with valleys in between. He had to keep reminding himself that this landscape was his mother, his source of love and protection. But now... he was mortified by her. He knew at this pitiful, helpless size that no one would be able to see him, or if they did, he would just be a negligible speck. 

Still, he approached her toe and held out his hand, touching the hard flesh. As expected, there was no reaction. Taking his other hand, he also rested it against his mother's toe. He dropped his head down in frustration. "Brooke... Is this part of the drug... Oh fuck, Brooke!" he yelled, bringing his head back up. For the moment he could only imagine how much larger that amazonian sized woman would be to him now. He was equal parts enamored with the thought and enraged that she was the cause of this. It was bad enough he was abnormally small, but this was ridiculous. He let out an exasperated chuckle as he craned his head upward again. He decided he'd have to try and climb up his mom's body, but he couldn't possibly start here. 

Making his way between her big and second toe, he walked between the two massive digits as if he was walking along a steep canyon. The saturation of her foot odor only amplified to extreme levels as his lungs were full of the thick aroma. He could feel his headache the further along he went. Shadows loomed overhead as he traversed under the arches of her toes as he made his way to her foot. Having to travel along the fibers of the carpet was bad enough, but the distance he had to go was insane as her toes were at least five hundred feet long, if not longer. 

After several minutes, he reached a fleshy slope he could easily get onto. As he climbed up onto his hands and knees, he could feel the slick surface of sweat and lotion on her skin as it seeped between his fingers, coating his hands. The aroma at this point could not get any stronger as it began to mess with his head. Part way up, he slipped, reminding him that he is indeed naked as his dick rubbed against his mother's massive foot. The stimulation and thick aroma of her foot instantly made it hard. His mind was poisoned by this point, unable to control his raging erection. He looked upward from his position between her toes, only able to see her colossal leg stretch up on high. His clouded mind could not think straight, as now in his mind, he sees himself as a worthless subject at the feet of a goddess, undeserving of her attention. As he grinded his dick against the slick flesh, the distant voice in his head screaming about the danger he was in was dwindling. His foot fetish kink was running at one thousand percent, taking over all decision making, as this was a moment he could not pass up. If he was to perish, he might as well make time for pleasure. Only after minute did he ejaculate, his seed shooting out like a cannon. 

Panting, his mind began to experience post nut clarity, realizing what he has done on his mother's foot. He felt the disgust as he got back to his hands and knees, craning his head back up to look forward up the slope of the mountain sized foot. He knew he had no time to waste, yet still did as he sees the hundreds of feet he has yet to travel to even reach her ankle. The macro surface of her foot was wrinkly and fleshy, with large, pronounced hills housing her veins. No where in Spencer's mind could he comprehend how long it would take to traverse his mother's slumbering foot. From toe to heel, it's nearly a mile long in length. Shaking his head of doubts, he pressed on.

It was only after climbing out from between her toes did the ground beneath Spencer begin to quake. A loud, booming echo thundered through the atmosphere, simply caused by the goddess of a woman yawning as she began to stir. The mountainous toes around the dust sized boy flexed, squishing into each other as they dug into the carpet. Seeing the chasm he just escaped from collapse on itself, Spencer let out a scream as the danger has only begun.

"M-MOM!" he screamed as loudly as he could, "I'M DOWN HERE ON YOUR FOOT, DON'T SQUISH ME!"

Deep down he knew it was useless to scream as his current stature. None of cries even reached a quarter way up her foot. As the oblivious giantess stretched her arms over her head, she blinked a few times as her mind caught up to the present. 

"I hate when I fall asleep like this..." she muttered. "I'll have to rewatch that episode," she said as she stood up.

Just the simple act of standing up was like armageddon to Spencer. Shifting all her weight to her feet, the ground beneath him tensed up, nearly crushing his hand as the wrinkly ridge it was sitting on smushed closed. Then the fleshy floor rose up as hit him in the face as his mother went to take a step. As her foot soared, the G-forces firmly squished Spencer against her foot. The forces were far too great to let him scream, though it didn't help all the air was pushed from his lungs. Relief only came as her foot began to descend back down, but that only brought upon more danger. Finding himself momentarily airborne, he collided back atop his oblivious mother's foot, tumbling back down between her toes. He was helpless to regain any composure before she took another step, firmly pressing him against her again. This time, however, when he went airborne, he did not land back on his mom's foot. 

Falling between her toes, he collided harshly against a thick carpet fiber, and he only fell futher down. As he painfully continued to tumble down deeper into the dense forest of fibers, the massive, near mile long foot soared overhead, casting a shadow over the falling dust sized college student. The air roared as it passed, and as its heel made contact with the floor two miles away, crushing all the fibers under its weight, it made a thundering thud, sending a shockwave through the carpet. The shockwave only further sent Spencer into a free fall as it struck him as he continued his descent. Light was becoming sparse the further he fell, crashing and sliding down the rough fibers. 

Crashing at the base of a large carpet strand, Spencer could hardly move. The shag carpeting is roughly an inch in height, but is now five hundred feet overhead. Slowly lifiting himself, in the dimly lit atmosphere, he found himself laying on a tightly knit clump of fibers making up the floor. Countless thick red spires tower over him, twisting into a mess. Fear settled into Spencer's core as he felt the quaking footfalls as his mother simply walked away, but he couldn't see a thing; the carpet was far too dense to see out of. With one last pathetic cry, Allie turned off the light, trapping Spencer in darkness.

"Moooooooooooooooom!"

Darkness reigned supreme in Spencer's world. With the cloudy night, not even moonlight could help supply the dust mite sized boy with any sight. All he knows is that he is incomprehensibly tiny, lost at the base of the living room carpet, and no one has any clue. Sitting in the darkness, he began to shake. He was unsure if that was due to fear, or the cold air from the A/C. He concluded it was a mixture of both. Having shrunk out of his clothes didn't help him much either as he rubbed his arms with his hands, trying to warm up. 

A large part of him just wanted to lay down at the base of the thick carpet strand, that was at least one hundred feet thick, just to try to get some sleep, and hope this was temporary. However, he just could not. The adrenaline pumping through his veins was far too great to let him lay down and rest. He got up onto his feet and just walked; aimlessly. The twisted fibrous floor proved difficult to navigate, but he continued on. What else was he to do? The meandering hills of fibers were endless as he pressed on for what felt like hours in the dark. His journey came to an abrupt end when he hit his head on something hard, knocking him onto his ass.

"What the?"

Rubbing his head, he got back up to inspect what he collided with. Extending out his hands, he felt up at the rough surface that is dug into the carpet and extending out far out of reach. The faint smell emanating from it felt familiar. Continuing to inspect whatever this object is, he could tell it was positioned like an angled roof, acting like a shelter. It was at that moment the adrenaline began to wear off. Having found a place within the carpeted forest to lay his head, he got down onto his back, pressing up against the weird shelter's wall. Doing his best to snuggle into the fibers to keep himself warm, it took him no time at all to doze off.

---

A quake woke Spencer up from a deep sleep. Quickly sitting up, not only did he find that he was still super tiny, but some light began to seep through the thick carpet canopy. Another quake made him get onto his feet. Someone was awake, and that meant he had to get back to trying to get someone's attention. With each foot fall, he could both hear and feel the rumbling shockwaves, no matter how far away they were. Both his mom and sister's feet were nearly a mile long in length and nearly two thousand feet wide. It would be no surprise feet that large to Spencer would produce an earthquake with each step. Walking out from beneath his shelter, he finally got to get a good look at it now that there is ample amount of light. His jaw dropped once he realized what it was. 

"That red paint... This is mom's toenail?!" he yelled. Stretching out for hundreds of feet was a single toenail clipping from Allie's big toe, snuggly buried at the base of the carpet. "I really just took refuge under her clipping.." he said with astonishment. Another quake brought him back to reality, making him turn his attention to the carpet strand he is at the base of. There were various sizes of fibers making up the carpet stand. Some were far too large to shimmy up, but there were a few he could easily grasp. Taking hold of one, be began the arduous climb. 

Something Spencer took notice of immediately was with his diminutive size, he felt much lighter than he normally does. Being somewhat athletic, he was finding the climb to be easier than expected, yet he still had to scale hundreds of feet worth of carpet. Another he took notice of was the rhythm of the footsteps. They seemed to be... slower than normal. With each step, the thud sent a jolt through the carpet strand, messing with Spencer's grip. His heart began to race as his fear began to rear its ugly head again. As he neared the top, the canopy began to become far more denser as all the strands mashed together. Squeezing through a tight opening, his climb was unhindered. After ten minutes, he reached the very top.

Spencer's eyes went wide as he remembered how big his house was last night as he made a mad dash to his mother's feet. This time, however, golden sunlight flooded in through the windows, allowing him the opportunity to get a real good look at his home from the perspective of a dust mite. He found himself in the middle of the living room, away from the couch and the coffee table. Everything was so massive, spanning for miles in either direction. Now that he was at the top of the carpet, his heart sank as he knew it would be nigh impossible to capture anyone's attention. And that feeling amplified when he saw Gina walk into the room.

As it was still early in the morning, the petite orange-headed girl was still only wearing a long, pink pajama shirt as she shuffled through the house. Her hair was a mess as she just awoke from a rough night of sleep. She turned the corner of the hallway to enter into the living room. Of course, in Spencer's perspective, she was all but petite. She was absolutely, incomprehensibly titanic. She was at least fifteen miles away, yet she was all he could see as her pink soles reveal themselves with each, earth shaking step.

 It was at this moment he realized why the footsteps seemed slower, and it was because they were. At his size, time was slowed to half speed, something he didn't pick up on last night. Despite this fact, the amount of distance she could travel with her mile long feet did not matter in the grand scheme of things. All the tiny boy could do was watch in shock and awe as his titaness of a sister walked directly towards him, as he clenched hold of the fabric as her foot falls became more intense. In only seven steps, she was already over top of him. 

"GINAAAA!" he screamed, as her right foot stepped down a half mile away. The force sent a shockwave that threatened to throw Spencer back into the carpeted forest. Not just that, the sheer weight of his sister pushed down the floorboard, as the ground beneath him collapsed down tens of feet, taking him down with it. Every unnoticeable detail from the simple act of walking became increasingly clear to Spencer how destructive it can be. Her gigantic left foot roared overhead, rumbling through the air. The thundering it caused was so loud that he couldn't even hear himself scream. He watched as her toes, her arch, and ultimately her heel fly over, seeing every minute detail of her sole, and every speck of dirt embedded on it.

As her heel plowed into the ground, once again releasing a cataclysmic quake, a new danger presented itself to Spencer. The amount of air displaced from a single step from Gina's foot created a devastatingly powerful vortex that easily overtook him, launching him into the air. He had no control of his body as the vortex was far too powerful. Being flung towards the wall of her pink heel, Spencer was expecting to crash right into it. What he failed to realize during his predicament was that she already took another step with her right foot. As he approached her heel, it lifted as took off again, only to add further strength to the pull of the vortex.

Spinning wildly out of control, Spencer felt his consciousness begin to fade from all the insanity. Everything became a blur as he had no choice but to accept that he had no control as to what is transpiring. He chose instead to focus heavily on trying to not pass out as he has no idea what would happen if he does. Trapped in the air stream, he ended up following his colossal sister to the couch, where she collapsed onto her stomach on the soft cushions. The air current's strength diminished as Spencer arrived at the base of the couch, crash landing on top of the carpet. 

Though he came to a stop, the world around him was still spinning. Had he had anything to throw up, he would have. The past half minute was absolute hell. Regaining some composure back, he looks upwards two miles above to see his sister's legs dangling over the edge. Spencer was already exhausted, physically and mentally, and he's only been awake for less than fifteen minutes. No plan, no idea came to mind as he could only stare at her legs that are so far out of reach.

A few moments passed by before either of the two moved. Familiar rumblings caught Spencer's attention. Observing his surroundings, and on the other side of the coffee table, he could see his mother's bare feet and legs walking towards his location. The closer she approached, the further back he had to crane his head back to see his near seven-mile-tall mom, dressed in a pair of denim shorts and green tank top. As she spoke to Gina, her voice boomed with authority, echoing through the atmosphere, her words hanging on twice as long.

"Hey, stop hogging the couch," she said, pushing her daughter's legs away off the couch to free up a spot.

As Gina repositioned herself, turning herself around to sit on the couch, her mountainous sized feet slammed down a half mile away from Spencer. "Oh shiiiiiiit!" The forceful impact tossed him into the air, and he found himself plummeting back down into the carpet. Grasping at every fiber, he attempted to control his descent, sliding and tumbling all the way back down to the base. Licking his wounds, he stumbled back to his feet, severely annoyed he will have to climb back out again.

Grasping at the carpet fibers, he began climbing up again, cursing under his breath with each pull. But after only a couple minutes of climbing, he heard a weird noise. It sounded like something being viciously scraped, with the added sounds of crashing, and it was becoming increasingly louder. Then a shadow flew overhead and the entire carpet strand he was hanging on shifted violently, practically falling over, ripping the fiber out of his grasp.

"What the hell?!" he screamed as he fell back down again. Though his fall wasn't nearly as long or painful, it took him a moment to get back onto his feet. The shadow continued to loom overhead, and all the carpet strands were shifting all over in unison. "W-What is going on?"

THUD!

"Woah!" he yelled, as he heard something crash beside him. Then it was followed by another thud, and another. In fact, it almost began to sound like falling rain, but with hail instead, with the horrible scraping noise up above acting like rolling thunder. With what little light he had, he saw a giant flake, comparable with the size of a giant stone. Shifting his gaze upward, he found what was going on. 

Up above, Allie was sipping her coffee while non-chalantly rubbing her soles against the carpet, back and forth, feeling the carpet slip between her toes. With each stoke of her foot, negligible sized loose flakes of skin were scraped off, raining down to the base of the carpet below. And smack dab center of her mile long sole is her dust mite sized son. Hundreds of giant skin flakes rained down with each stroke. 

All Spencer could do was run for safety, wherever that may be because he sure as hell isn't able to run out from underneath his oblivous mother's foot. Screaming and covering his head with his arms and hands, he ran towards the base of the nearest building sized carpet strand. Granted all the building sized carpet strands were practically collapsed with each thrust, the very base was sturdy and didn't give, offering Spencer ample space to take some form of cover. Diving into cover, he continued to protect his head with his arms, as he listened to the severe storm happening around him. All he could do was wait until his mother felt satisfied as she also occasionally clenched the carpet strands between her toes and tugged on them. After a couple minutes, she lifted her feet up off the floor, and sat them onto the coffee table, as she finished her coffee. 

Slowly, Spencer emerged from his hiding spot, walking back out into the open. Through the tiny gaps in the canopy, he could see his mom's calves hanging up in the air a couple miles up. Looking around, he assessed the surrounding area from the storm it just went through. Various sizes and shapes of skin flakes densely littered the ground like snow, and many were embedded in the carpet strands. The whole area now had a peculiar smell. Not just that, now that he's taking time to observe, he could see rock sized pieces of dust clinging to the carpet. Granted he was still larger than specks dust, he only further sank his heart into despair about how tiny he is, and whether or not he could ever be discovered and rescued.

Something else that caught his attention was a boulder sized crumb. His stomach instinctively growled upon seeing it as he hasn't eaten since last evening. Even though he knew the danger of his mother's feet still loomed up ahead, he had to try to eat. Approaching it, he concluded it was a crumb from a potato chip. Putting his hands onto it, it was tough to rip off a piece. He chose instead to slam his heel into it, and a small chunk broke off. He let out a sigh of relief, worried that he may not have the means to eat it. Picking up the chunk, he went to take a bite, and could only scape off the surface. Disappointed he could bite off a piece, he was at least happy to have something in his mouth to eat, even if it was stale.

After a few frustrating minutes of trying to eat the crumb, a new noise echoed through the depths of the carpet. A cold chill ran down Spencer's spine. It's one thing to know what dangers he faces as it pertains to his titan sized family, it's another to not know what else lurks in the darkness with him. Jumping up onto his feet, he looked all over. The sounds of clicking and tiny thumping grew in volume and intensity. Then the source appeared.

Fear struck Spencer's core. Hundreds of massive grizzly bear sized dust mites stampeded into the area, looking to feast on the buffet of skin. The hulking sized bugs surely made their presence known. The long mandibles that protruded from the large, hairy, brownish chiton shell filled the tiny boy with a sense of dread as he couldn't find the strength to move. More and more appeared, overjoyed at the potent scent of flakey food. Like a cleaning service, they picked away at the copious amounts of skin, using their mandibles like hands to feed it into their mouth full of razor-sharp teeth. 

Slowly but surely, the growing pack of dust mites continued to make their way towards Spencer. He finally found some power to move as he slowly backed away, but he almost immediately tripped over a giant flake of his mom's skin, fresh from her heel. Closer and closer they got, crunching away at their food. He wanted to scream, his mouth agape, but his lungs couldn't push any air out, to his luck. A faint memory came to light back when he was in biology class when they were learning about allergies. They went into detail about dust mites, from their known anatomy, and the allergies they can cause to humans. Something that came to the forefront of mind was that dust mites have no sight, unknown if they can hear, but have a very good sense of smell. And he just happened to remember that he too was made of flesh, a dust mites preferred food, as he looked at his hand.

Just as he came to that realization, the closest mite shifted its attention at him, its mandibles twitching. It was bewildered to have smelled a new, powerful scent of skin; the aroma intoxicating. Ignoring all the flakes at its many feet, it lunged towards its morsel. Finally, Spencer let out a scream as he dove out of the dust mite's way, narrowly avoiding its grasp. He finally felt energy surge back into his legs as he got up and made a mad dash away from the horde. His scent wafted around the area, perking the interest in many more mites. They too decided to follow the new delicious scent, abandoning their current meal.

Spencer was far too terrified to look back as he heard the growing sound of the herd stampeding behind him. It was hard for him believe the situation he finds himself in. Being near microscopic, chased by a ravenous horde of dust mites in his own living room carpet, all at the feet of his mom and sister, obliviously unaware that he is so. He ran maniacally through the vast forest of carpet fibers, all freshly coated with his mom's foot skin. Even in his frantic state, he managed to not trip over the uneven terrain. It didn't take a genius to know if he tripped now, he would be immediately swarmed and torn apart. 

Tears were streaming down his face, believing this was end. He had no other plan than to run from these giant beasts. Up high in the heavens, the booming voices of his mom and sister began to erupt. Gina had been sitting crosslegged after Spencer fell back down below, and was already repositioning her seating again, bringing her feet back down onto the floor ahead of where Spencer is running towards. The seismic thud threw every loose flake of skin into the air, and also nearly throwing her mite sized brother to the ground. This disturbance perturbed many of the dust mites as nearly half of them broke off their pursuit, running away from the source of the quake. Through the many tiny gaps through the canopy, he could see the mountainous foot of his sister. That's when he finally formed a plan.

If the simple movement from her feet are enough to scare off dust mites, then he could only hope that by reaching her foot and grabbing hold that it will be enough to frighten them all away. With newfound energy, he doubled his efforts to outrun those that are still on his tail, desperate to chew him to bits. His heart was pounding fast and hard, from both exertion and stress. Up ahead as he fell underneath the shadow of her foot, he saw a carpet strand sitting at an angle below her big toe, leading right between her toes. The scent of the atmosphere changed as the smelly, sweaty aroma from Gina's foot strongly flooded the forest. By the time he leapt onto the carpet strand, his eyes began to sting. 

Many more dust mites fled as he ran up strand, directly under the arch of her big toe. Without warning, the gargantuan toes began to flex, which was both a blessing and a curse for Spencer. As Gina's toes clamped down, it nearly threw him off over the edge, but it spooked off even more mites. Grasping with all his might to a loose fiber, he pulled himself back up to continue his ascent. Looking back, he saw a single dust mite remaining. 

"Damn it! Leave me alone you bastard!" he screamed at it. 

Escaping the underside of Gina's big toe, he was rapidly coming towards the end of the strand, resting against the side of her second toe. He wasn't sure what to he would do if this last mite doesn't break away by the time he reached the wall of her toe. There would be no way he could climb fast enough to escape it. All he could do was keep running. 

Even after another minute of chasing, the skin eating beast was still on him as he reached her toe. He looked up the steep wall of flesh, getting a good macro look of her skin details. Every imperfection was made clear, something one would not notice when normal sized. Pressing his back against her toe, he trembled as he watched the dust mite draw even closer. It slowed down as it approached, like a beast sizing up its prey, depsite the fact it has no eyes. Its mandibles twitched in excitement from the potent scent Spencer if giving off, also basked in Gina's scent. Turning around, Spencer saw a large dried piece of skin flaking off from her toe. Looking back at the encroaching dust mite, he quickly grasped the chunk of skin. Putting all he had into pulling it out, he tore it free just at the mite lunged at him. Bashing the mite in the face with it, the beast was discombobulated. Surprised by the attack, the dust mite turned and fled down the carpet strand, disappearing in the shadows. 

"Haaa... Haaaa..." he breathed loudly. "Fucking hell..." He leaned back against Gina's toe, completely exhausted. It was hard to process the ordeal he just went through. Never before in his life had he ever faced a life and death situation. And having just survived it, he wsa deathly afraid to back down into the carpet. And right now, he could make the attempt to climb onto his sister in an effort to get her attention, but even he knew how risky that was. A several mile climb on his constantly moving sister would be nigh impossible. Even a brush from her hand, clothes, or hair would be enough to snuff him out. The entire situation seemed hopeless. His black-pilled thoughts were interrupted by the booming, echoey voices from up above. 

"Hey," Allie said to Gina, "Don't you have a shift starting in a half hour?"

Gina's sleepy eyes went wide as she looked at her phone's clock. "Oh shoot!" she yelled, sitting straight up.

Her realization spelled doom for her micro brother. The entire mountain of her foot quickly lunged forward, causing the strand Spencer was on to rub up against her foot between her toes. Spencer found himself plastered to a thick film of oily foot sweat, finding himself unable to move. Though it was very concerning he was firmly trapped, it also was blessing in disguise as Gina promptly stood up and rushed back to her bedroom. She quickly threw off her pajama shirt, found a bra to put on, and put her red work shirt on. Knowing it was going to be another hot day, she put on her pair or stirrup leggings, sparing Spencer from a prison sentence. 

From his vantage point, he could hardly see anything as the thick sweat had firm hold on him. Every movement was jarring, even it was all at half speed. He could only hope to keep down what little he ate earlier. As she slipped on her skirt, the harsh movements continued as she made her way back out into the living room. 

"I think I should be able to make it if I go now," Gina said to her mom as she moved towards the front door. 

"Hope it won't be too busy for you," Allie said as she approached her daughter. 

As Gina put on her hat, she turned towards her mother, and gave her a hug. "I hope so too." 

At the feet of the two oblivious women, Spencer was screaming. "Mom! Gina! Please hear me!" He knew what was coming. "Mom! Stop her!" he pleaded. But unsurprisingly, he cried fell on deaf ears. Feeling himself being raised into the air, Gina began slipping her foot into her open-toed pump. "HEEEEEEEELP!" he screamed as the light around him diminished as he entered into her footwear. Much like her wearing her stirrups, the pump being open-toed would help him not burn alive between her toes. But even then, being plastered to her moving feet was going to be a nightmare. He would almost prefer facing the dust mites again. 

With both pumps on firmly, Gina walked out into the sweltering, summer morning heat to go to work. 

Spencer wasn't sure how he retained his consciousness while trapped between his sister's sweaty toes. The thick, humid heat was unbearable, despite some wind flowing through from outside her open-toed pumps. The overbearing smell of her feet flowed through his respiratory system, making him physically and mentally ill. Add on to the fact with each step, the G-forces pressed him firmly into her flesh as her foot traveled at nearly 9,500 miles per hour (15,300kph). He would feel his consciousness fade each time but wake fully back up when at a complete stop. Maybe it was the copious amount of salty sweat entering his mouth keeping him alert.

The world outside of Gina's pump was sunny and bright as she hurriedly made her way to work. She didn't feel the greatest since she slept rough, and completely forgot she had an early morning shift. She didn't have time to properly clean herself up before heading out the door. The most she did was brush her teeth before shuffling her way to the couch. The only saving grace is that she is only doing a four hour shift versus an eight hour one.

With a few minutes to spare, Gina walked through the front door of the air conditioned coffee shop. She twiddled and flexed her toes as she felt of the rush of cool air envelop her sweaty toes. Spencer too felt the cool rush as the mountainous toes surrounding him moved and grinded into one another. The flesh underneath the thick film of sweat flexed and bunched together, forming large ripples that could easily snuff him out should he happen to find himself between one.

Acknowledging the danger, he found himself conflicted on what to do. His younger sister's toes are a clear and present danger as the tiniest fidget from just one would wipe him from existence. And simply being on her foot could lead to him finding himself trapped in a clamped ripple of skin whenever she decides to flex her toes again. Either decision he makes, danger surrounds him for hundreds of feet and then some.

Standing in the employee room and washing her hands, Gina's boss walked in.

"Good morning, Gina."

"Mornin' Ms. Chen." 

The fifty-two year old Chinese woman Xing Chen smirked and crossed her arms, pressing up against her bountiful breasts. "You look like you had a rough night."

"You would be right," she said as she rubbed the sleep out of her eyes. "I could hardly sleep last night."

"You feel good enough to work?"

"Yeah, yeah," she yawned, trying to cover her mouth.

"Go ahead and make yourself an extra strong latte, on the house."

"Thanks, I think I'll take you up on that."

The world around Spencer was rarely ever calm. He could hear muffled, booming voices coming from high above, but couldn't make out a single word. The continuous flow of cool air was beginning to eat away at the thick film of salty sweat, allowing Spencer to have the ability to move and break free. As he continued to fight, he began sliding down the slick surface. And to make matters worse, the sensation of his younger sister's dense sweat flowing across his manhood made it come alive.

"Augh, n-not now," he grunted as he felt the blood rushing to his throbbing dick. The overbearing scent flowing through his lungs put him in a different head space, much like when he was attempting to climb his mother's foot. As the stimulation amplified the further he glid down, high above, a glob of sweat was beginning to form, growing in size as it soaked in more salty liquid. The more is amassed, it started its descent, heading straight for Spencer. Compared to him, it was as large enough to fill a baseball field in a stadium.

Down below, Spencer was oblivious to the mass of sweat hurdling towards him as his body trembled. His eyes rolled to the back of his head as his body lurched when he couldn't back, blowing a load on his sister's foot. Before he could even recover and calm down, the massive bead of steamy sweat absorbed him as it plowed into him. Instinctively, he opened his mouth the scream, allowing the salty liquid to invade his oral cavity. The sweat seeped through past his eyelids, burning his eyes. The intense warmth of the fluid surrounding his entire body was near enough to make his mind go blank. 

In only a few seconds, the mass of sweat splashed at the base of Gina's sole and toes, dispersing and being absorbed into the material of her footwear. Splayed out in the middle of the mess was Spencer, lying on his back, gasping for air. His eyesight was blurry as his eyes were still burning. His moment of reprieve was quickly coming to an end as Gina was finishing up making her latte. Turning himself around onto his stomach, he looked towards the light emanating at the end of his sister's shoe, illuminating her massive toes. In his distressed state, he was unsure what his next move should ultimately be.

Gina finished making her extra strong latte, and began walking back into the employee room. The ground beneath Spencer thrusted upward unforgivingly, with the forces holding him firmly in place. He felt his consciousness slipping before the mountainous foot went to step down. With the sole of the pump hurdling down fast than Spencer, he found himself free falling. He could hardly muster a scream as he flew forward with the sound of rippling wind dominating the atmosphere. With a loud and echoing 'CLAP' of the footwear stepping down, Spencer continued tumbling forward towards the end of the pump. Miraculously he managed to stay pretty much in the clearing between his sister's sweaty toes. He knew one bad mishap could land him underneath her foot, and it wouldn't take much to wipe him from existence. 

Pushing himself back onto his hands and knees, he could feel every vibration as his sister's other foot was propelling forward. He knew he could do nothing as it stood now. His hands squelched as it sunk into the wet ground beneath him, offering nothing for him to hold onto desperately. Another loud and echoing clap reverberated all over as Spencer was harshly pinned into the footwear again as it rose up to take a step. However unlike last time, he flew far much further, finding him at the end of the shoe. Sorely he pushed himself back up as he peered over the edge of the cliff, seeing the tiled floor hundreds of feet below. "Ah shit..." he breathed. Looking up from between his sister's mountainous toes, he watched as her miles tall form slowly took another step. He pathetically screamed for her attention, hoping in vain that she would hear him.  It was when her face disappeared behind the rest of her body and the ground lurching beneath Spencer did he know it was a waste of energy.

 This was the step that threw Spencer away from his sister's foot, his only hope for survival despite the clear and extreme dangers it harbored. The air around the dust mite sized boy quickly changed to cool and dry as he plummeted downward to the floor below. Getting a clearer view, he noticed he was underneath a table as his sister was sitting down. If he could've held on for one more step, he could still be taking refuge amongst her smelly, humid toes. Closing his eyes, he awaited the painful landing he was to endure on the hard surface below. 

*POOMPH*

"What the?" Spencer exclaimed, landing on something soft. The landing still hurt some, but the softness of whatever he landed on mitigated most of the impact. Getting onto his feet, he observed the white ground he stood on, just mere actual inches from Gina's foot. A familiar odor emanated from the surface he walked on, and as he put two and two together, his jaw dropped. "Is this a marshmallow?"

He did in fact land on a mini marshmallow, dropped sometime ago and forgotten underneath the employee table. Spencer could only laugh at his situation, despite the fact how grim of a situation he faced. He got back down onto his knees and attempted to rip off a chunk of the sugary treat, however he could not plunge his fingers through the surface. He tried and tried, yet he couldn't grasp any chunk. "Argh! Damn it!" he yelled, throwing his hands into the air. 

Sitting in defeat, he looked back the mountain that was his oblivious sister's shoe. Concealed in the open cave were her monstrous, sweaty toes, occasionally flexing nonchalantly as above the table, she was drinking her much need latte. Staring at her toes, Spencer did ponder about what else could've happened. Had she worn her normal, closed off shoes, he would have been thoroughly trapped. Had that been the situation, would have been baked alive first by the intense heat given off Gina's foot, or would he eventually fall underneath her foot during a step, squished effortlessly? 

Spencer was beginning to think that maybe it was mercy that he was ejected from her pump, but the question that he now asks himself: what now? If he was to be fated to be smaller than a dust mite, he would rather be in his own home. Plus, if Brooke was made aware at some point he went missing, then maybe she would know what happened to him and mounted a search and rescue for him. But in that case with shrinking known as a side effect, why not be held at the lab for such a possibility? He held little hope the more he thought. Looking around the massive room within the coffee shop, he figured that the floor would be littered with the tiniest crumbs for him to eat so he won't go hungry. But the bugs that must also populate the floor would pose a hazard. Ants alone would be massive beasts, well over 100x his own size. He would be food for him. He was so low on the food chain that it would be a farce to think he has any chance at surviving longer than a day on his own. 

Returning his attention back to his sister's foot, he determined it would be far more preferable to at least make his way back to her shoe. Whether he dies under her sole or makes it back home, at least he won't perish in a faraway place. As he stood back up onto his feet, a horrible, ear-wrenching skidding sound erupted as the wall of Gina's shoe was sliding directly towards him. His eyes went wide as he held his hands to his ears, frozen in place as the footwear approached rapidly. With a powerful impact, the marshmallow below Spencer shifted harshly, leaving him in place. Before he could even fall onto the rolling marshmallow, the leathery wall of his gargantuan sister's shoe plowed into him, holding him firmly in place. In only a moment, Gina finished stretching out her leg, and the sudden stop threw Spencer far from her. Everything to him was a blur as he smacked into the marshmallow, ending his horizontal flight, and beginning his fall to the tiled floor below.

Peeling his face off the floor, Spencer groggily looked up at the sheer cliff of his sister's shoe. He had to crane his head back all the way to see the top. Even with his aching head, he knew the danger from her feet are minimal at the moment as her legs are fully stretched out. Peering around the countless miles of tiled floor, every speck of dirt, or crumbs, or even stray hairs were plain to see as all the debris outsized him tenfold. 

"Holy crap..." he muttered. He went to speak to himself some more, but the words just couldn't come out. If he didn't feel diminutive and powerless before at home in the carpet, he surely did now. Even on a flat surface, no one would be able to see him if they got onto their hands and knees. Maybe with a magnifying glass they could spot him, but why would anyone be doing that? 

Far in the distance, miles away, the mega sized goliath known as Ms. Chen was leaning against the counter as she took off her shoes. Her bare feet slapped onto the floor as a very audible sigh of relief thundered in the atmosphere.

"Oh, that is much better," Xing breathed as she walked over towards the table to sit with Gina.

With each thunderous step, Spencer could briefly see the woman's reddened soles as they swung through the motion. With each quake they brought, he could see all those crumbs that were once layered on the floor now plastered to her feet, becoming more embedded with each step. The closer she got, the more she became obscured by the underside of the table, leaving only her bare legs and mid-thigh skirt visible. 

As Xing approached her seat, she let out a huff as she leaned her hand on the back of the chair, and lifted up her right foot. "Ugh, I told Holly last night to make sure she swept the floor," she groaned as she stared at all the crush crumbs coating her sole. Dropping her dirty foot back onto the floor with a thunderous thud, the giant woman walked away. In only a moment, she began walking back with something that made Spencer yell out in terror.

With a broom in hand, Xing began sweeping the floor as Gina quietly watched as she sipped away at her drink. Unbeknownst to them, Spencer is down below the table, running for his life. He was hoping to catch a breather to give his exhausted body some rest. However, when one is smaller than a tiny crumb on the floor, they do not get much of a choice.

A square mile of ginormous bristles that could demolish an entire with a single stroke ravaged the floor, thrashing all the debris that got in its way. While Xing was sweeping an entirely different area away from the table, Spencer could feel every every stroke between each footstep the giant woman took. The air rumbled as the bristles violently skidded across the tiled floor, echoing together to make a sound made from nightmares. On top of that, he could hear the two women talking amongst themselves, but he couldn't make out a single word they were saying. All he wanted to focus on was getting to the horizontal table leg to take shelter that was still a half a mile away.

No matter how fast he ran, he couldn't hope to outrun the broom, even if was going in slow motion in relation to his size. Xing was quick and methodical with her sweeping, and in no time at all, she set her sights to under the table. As Spencer was running with all he had with his head down, from the corner of his eye, he noticed his sister lifting up her feet into the air. Turning his gaze behind him, his eyes went wide as the colossal broom hovered overhead, covering him until its shadow. Skidding on his heels, he came to a sudden stop to turn around and run as the broom came down between him and his destination. The town sized wall of bristles bent into the ground as Xing began to sweep out from underneath the table towards her bare feet.

In one fell swoop, the bristles plowed into the dust mite sized boy and all the discarded debris on the floor, including the marshmallow like it was nothing. The rumbling overtook his screams as he was plastered to the harsh bristle, and subsequently launched from it as it finished its motion. Rag dolling and rolling on the floor with the rest of the filth crashing around him, Spencer came to a stop between Xing's feet. As he was getting back onto his feet, he couldn't but but be in awe as how massive Xing's feet were. His eyes traveled up past her ankles to her miles long, curvy legs, ultimately looking up her skirt. His jaw dropped as he realized she was going commando, allowing her bush to be displayed for all see who happen to be below her.

His trance didn't last long as another volley of crumbs crashed past him and Xing's feet repositioned; her right foot hovering past him. With a loud slap of her sole hitting the floor, another volley of crumbs joined the pile, as a couple building sized chunks nearly wiped him out. Another stroke from the broom created a strong gust of wind. Well, at least strong to Spencer as he was the only one to be thrown far from the pile. In his blurred vision as he once again flew, things got dark and smelly. 

After another hard landing, Spencer got back onto his aching legs and quickly deduced his new location: between Xing's big and second toes. He was no stranger to being between toes, but being between toes of someone he hardly knew in a dangerous situation like this, he found himself petrified, being unable to move. Every micro movement, every curl, every flex; it terrified him. One slight adjustment of her foot and he would be nothing but a smear under her sole or toe. Any evidence of his demise would be washed away from a shower and from a mopping of the floor. His fears were momentarily paused as he heard a horrible peeling sound as the massive sole ripped away from the floor, leaving a field of moisture behind. 

As Xing moved to continue sweeping the floor, Gina got up from her seat having finished her coffee. "I'll take care of your cup," Xing said, "I think I heard the bells ring out front." Gina nodded as she made her way back to the front. As she was, another strong gust of wind from the broom threw Spencer high into the air, whipping him around uncontrollably. Mid flight, he met the top of his sister's shoe as it plowed harshly into him. Launched ahead of her leading back to the front area, Gina's massive calf roared past him, capturing him in a vortex, prolonging his air time. The vortex grew in strength the further she walked to her spot behind the counter. Pulled in by the forces, Spencer was essentially following his sister against his own will. By the time he reached her stationary legs, the vortex lost its strength, resulting in him flowing past her going through the walkway between the counters.

Rolling roughly on the floor of the front area, Spencer felt himself at his limit. His head felt heavy, his body ached, and his lungs yearned for oxygen. At this point, he felt death would be much more comfortable. Sitting up with his head spinning, loud, echoing clacks caught his attention. Turning around, he saw two massive preppy college girls in platform heels walking in his direction. Upon the massive platforms that surpassed over one thousand feet tall, the even larger tanned feet thrust them into the air as they nonchalantly walk. 

Letting out a fearful, pained groan, Spencer got back onto his feet to run once again. His lungs burned with each gasp for air as he ran. The two girls hyper-focused on their phones would never notice a mite scurrying across the tiled floor as they made their way to the counter. Of course, that mite could never hope to outrun their feet. A massive wall of shoe-wear clacked down loudly and powerfully behind Spencer, creating a massive gust of wind: massive only to him of course. Propelled forward from the gust, he was lifted off his feet, launching him towards the base of the counter. Unable to gain any form of control, he plowed into the worn out red baseboard, falling down painfully onto the ground. 

At his limit, Spencer could no longer move. Practically since he woke up his morning, it was constant danger, and him being unable to control to himself physically. If it wasn't an army of dust mites wanting to eat him, it was him being trapped by his sister's foot sweat. That, or held in a vortex of wind, all from someone simply taking a step. Spencer was done, giving up on trying to do anything. With his vision starting to blur, he simply just closed his eyes, cutting off his view of the miles tall college girls standing before him. He was content dying at their feet as they made their order.

The amalgamation of noises echoing incoherently in Spencer's groggy ears slowly brought him back to consciousness. Bit by bit, he opened his exhausted eyes to take in the blurry view. His body continued to ache painfully despite his brief reprieve. His vision began to clear as the tears rolled away, allowing him the view of a long line of mountainous sized footwear that reached the front door of the cafe. Without removing his head from the floor, he rolled his eyes upwards to see the gargantuan sized women waiting in line to get their coffees or lattes. Their loud rumblings of speech made his ears rings, even more so when one of them had an outburst of laughter.

With his head throbbing, Spencer still has resigned himself to death. He was far from home, away from his sister's dangerous feet that would be his only ticket home, and now he was on the floor of a busy area. No one would even notice if they stepped on his diminutive sized form, erasing him from existence under their sole. Again, he closed his eyes. He didn't want to know when his end would come.

THOOO-UUMMMPP!!

The noise couldn't be ignored as Spencer opened his eyes in a panic. Before he could see the source, a sweet smell washed over him. Just over a hundred yards away was a freshly baked muffin that had broken into pieces as it plopped onto the floor. The booming voices high above grew high in pitch, obviously conveying their shock at the fallen food. At least, that's what Spencer thought since he couldn't really understand what they were saying. Massive boulders of muffin chunks that outsized him flew off in every direction. From his position, he watched the young woman squat down to pick up the soiled muffin, leaving the crumbs and him alone at her feet.

 As she walked away with her thick sandals allowing the next woman in her high heels to take her order, the scent of a muffin activated Spencer's stomach. It smelled so good and he hasn't properly eaten since yesterday evening, however, since time is to him runs at half the time, it might as well been well over 30 hours since he ate. Along with that, he's been in constant peril, adding to his fatigue. 

A hint of hope came across his cloudy mind, allowing him to consolidate some energy to his weary arms and legs. Stumbling his way over to the nearest crumb, he fell onto it as it used it to keep himself upright. The warmth emanating from it felt nice to the thick scent of it flooded his lungs. Grasping at the freshly cooked muffin, a chunk easily ripped off. With extreme eagerness, Spencer brought it to his mouth and effortlessly chewed away at it. A new burst of energy, and the will to live, coursed through his veins as he swallowed. He desperately needed food and he finally got some. 

As he pecked away at the crumb as he was unsure when he would eat again, he failed to notice Ms. Chen turn the corner of the counter with a broom in hand. Sitting with his back turned to her, he was caught by surprise when that familiar wall of bristles slammed down hundreds of feet in front of him. He knew immediately what was about to happen as he quickly turned and ran in her direction. He knew damn well he couldn't run to the side to avoid it. That terrible scraping sound drowned out the booming voices of the customers as the thick wall of bristles caught up to him. Plowed into and held into place by the incredible G-forces, Spencer lost his autonomy in record time as he was at the mercy of an oblivious Ms. Chen.

At the apex of the sweep, Spencer was launched off the bristles along with boulder sized crumbs as the all bounced and rolled on the floor, settling in place in between her shoes. He could only mutter "Not again..." to himself as he tried to get back to his feet to outrun her cleaning. But his puny legs could never hope to accomplish that. As she stepped back to readjust, Spencer stopped in his tracks, terrified of where her shoes will end up. That thought came to an abrupt end when the broom plowed into him again, launching him across the floor for miles, stopping short of being under a booth's table. 

The passage of time was an enigma as Spencer went in and out of consciousness. With what little mental energy he had, he was happy he managed to keep his food down. He wasn't quite sure where he was, but he figured since he was still alive, he was in no danger of being stepped on and he could feel the strong thumps of feet relatively nearby. He was close to resigning himself again until he heard a familiar booming voice in the sea of thunderous sounds. Turning his worn body to see the line of women, he felt a range of emotions well deep inside himself. Amongst the towering crowds were his mom and Brooke, waiting to get their own order of coffee and baked goods after doing their daily jog. 

A new burst of energy struck him, making him jump up onto his feet. Without thinking, he began to ran straight at them, even though they were over ten miles away. He waved his arms and screamed their names, despite the fact he knew deep down they would never notice him. His desperation knew no bounds until a shadow loomed over head.

CLAAAAAAAAAAAACK!!!!!!

Thrown off his feet and onto his chest, Spencer quickly flung himself onto his back to see what just happened. Counting his lucky stars, he found himself briefly between the heel and sole of a woman's pump and she made her way to the exit. The ginormous sole thrusted into the air, taking him with it in its vortex of air. Flying uncontrollably in the tail winds of the woman's feet, at heights that matched with her nylon cladded calves. In the intense windy speeds, he couldn't even let out a yelp as he followed the woman to the door. As she pulled it open, a new, stronger burst of air flowed in, pulling him out of the vortex and into its own. Blowing him back deep inside the cafe, being flung around like a speck of dust, he flew between one woman's knees, and scraped along another's calf, causing him to fly downward. 

Crashing back down onto the tiled floor, he ended up between a young woman's sandal clad feet, just in front of his mom and Brooke. Despite the constant struggle, he got back to his feet, stumbling his way towards their sneakers. Though he didn't get far before getting thrown to the ground again. The woman he is currently under began tapping her foot as she texted away at her phone. Something to be reminded of, on average, a normal person's foot is a mile long while being 2,000 feet at the widest point. The simple act of her tapping her foot was monumental and sent rumbles through the floor.

Unable to get back up as he bounced up and down with each thunderous clap of the sandal, he could only watch in fear, as even past the familiar feet of his mom and Brooke, there were even more, ready to walk over him. If he couldn't latch onto their sneakers, it may lead to his end. And that moment has arrived as the line started to advance again as the sandal-clad woman stepped forward. Still struck with fear that caused him to lose feeling in his legs, Spencer watched in abject awe and terror as Brooke's dirty sneaker soared into the air heading directly at him. The worn out rubbery sole with dirt and gravel embedded deep in the treads was high in the air like a storm cloud, endarkening the area around him. 

The giant mass of rubber slammed down just over a hundred feet away. Despite the distance, the devastation it brought was incredible. This was the first time Spencer was in Brooke's presence while tiny, and the already giant woman's sneaker clad foot felt far more intimidating than every other foot he had encountered thus far. The quake, the squelching sound of moist rubber, the air displacement; it was all far more intense as he was thrown back. A loose piece of gravel was dislodged mid step, and gained velocity upon the sneaker's impact. The house sized boulder plowed past him, crashing and rolling as it traveled. Craning his head back, he was filled with equal parts hope and fear. Her curvaceous, muscular calves and thighs stretched high in the air, dominating all he could see. He couldn't see beyond her crossed arms, but her midriff that her black & purple jogging attire left exposed added to the weird feeling that started to well up in his psyche. For a moment, his wish to be back to normal size was a distant dream. 

Shaking his head, he came back to his senses. He had very limited time to try any climb onto her mountainous sneaker. After losing count of how many times he got back to his feet, he ran towards Brooke. His aches and pains were ever so present with each stride, but the source of his salvation was right there. However, as he approached, his hopes began to sink as the intense curvature of the soles presented no viable way for him to start his climb. Standing dangerously close at the base of her shoe, whereas any micro movement from Brooke could wipe him life out, he desperately looked for any way to start his climb. A loose shoe string, a blade of grass, or a strand of hair -- but there was nothing. 

Then as if the universe was taking pity on him, though he didn't know it at that exact moment, Brooke casually tapped her foot. The sudden thrust upward pulled in him with the air displacement, but before he flew under her sole, it slammed back down, causing a whirling burst of air, throwing him high into the air. Throwing his arms around, he managed to snag onto a thin fiber just above the rubbery base of the sneaker. Once the wind subsided, Spencer just hung their, in pure disbelief, letting out a semi-comical sigh. Shaking his head, he assumed a climbing position, using all the tiny frayed fibers to grasp onto.

Trying to make the most of the short time he has before the giant woman starts to move again, Spencer sped climb up along a line of synthetic plastic that lead to the top of the mesa. At the top, the fibers came to an abrupt end at the base of small cliff of more plastic. Being so miniscule, he could see the tiny imperfections that were the right size to grab a hold of. Wasting no time, he resumed his climb of another fifty some odd feet. Spencer was surprised to have made it this far without Brooke making anymore fidgets with her foot. Every other foot he's come in contact with never stayed still long enough for him to hope to climb them.

Reaching the top portion of Brooke's purple sneaker, he could never get used to the great distances wherever he looked. The long field of plastics and fibers and laces that inclined up to her ankles intimidated him greatly. He may have gotten lucky this far, but he couldn't hope to traverse all of that before she moved. Then the thought occurred to him. He didn't have to sprint to the finish line -- this is a marathon. If he could for the time being take shelter somewhere that has a good group of fibers he can cling to, he can continue his trek later when she's at rest. Sprinting forward, he looked desperately for the perfect spot. All he could really see were her laces.

"Maybe I can take shelter under one of tho- WOOOOOAAAAHHHHH!!"

Time was up. The line was moving and thus, so did Brooke. The ground beneath him suddenly thrusted up at an angle, harshly rolling him up along the bumpy surface of the sneaker. And just as he wanted, he crash landed between the large laces, sandwiched between a clump of fibers and the base of a lace. Held firmly in place, Spencer made no attempt to break free. Even when the top of her foot pushes up against the sneaker, and causing the lace to tighten up slightly, he was free from any chance of getting crushed. He just bided his time until his next chance came upon him.

---

 "I don't know why I've been so tired all day," Allie sighed as she waited to get an iced coffee.

"At least you could still take a jog with me," Brooke said. 

"Got to keep at it. Can't be a sloth and stay fit," she said, yawning. 

Brooke let out a slight laugh until she turned her attention back to the counter, whereas it was her and Allie's turn for their order. And the person behind the register was Gina. "Hey Gina!"

"Oh, hey. What're you two up to?" Gina asked.

"As you can see," Allie said as he used her hands to present her running attire, "We were out doing our jog, and since we were in close by, we figured we'd come to see you."

"That, and your mom could *really* use a coffee," Brooke added. "And it seems to be busy today."

"Yeah," Gina yawned, "It's never normally like this this early in the morning, and of all days when I'm super exhausted."

"You'll make it," Allie said with gusto, "You're my daughter after all."

"We'll see," she said as she rubbed the weary tears from her eyes. "Anyways, what do you want to order?"

"Just get us two of your house iced coffees, please."

"Oh!" Ms. Chen said as she came out from the back, "How are you two doing?" she asked the two women. 

"Oh, we're doing good," Brooke replied. "How've you been Xing?"

"Where do I even begin," she jokingly scoffed. "Gina, why don't you sit with your mother while you're here. Jamie just got here, she can take over for the moment."

---

Spencer could not see much from where he laid. He still could not make out what the booming voices above said, but he could at the very least recognize them. Clinging to the fibers on either side of him, he rode her foot as she made her way to booth with his mom, and with Gina in tow. Coming to a rest, Spencer left his spot and climbed up the lace. Across from Brooke's feet, he saw his mom and sister's. Both of them removed their shoes, and even from well over a mile away, he could feel the humid heat that was released hit him. From underneath his mom's sweaty sock she wriggled her toes, enjoying their temporary freedom. 

Turning his attention away, he looked back up the long legs he had to climb. He had to make a quick decision about how he was going to go about this. Stay at her feet until she is home? But what happens after she takes them off? Start climbing up her legs? How far will he get before she gets up to walk or, even worse, jog home? He was lost on what to do. 

His critical thinking came to a halt when the ground beneath him hit him in the face and said hello. Brooke was crossing her legs, and the foot she chose to cross over was naturally the foot Spencer was on. Plastered into place until the apex of the movement, Spencer was thrown off from her sneaker, flying directly towards his mom's feet. However, she too was crossing her legs. With impeccable timing, as her foot reached the apex of the movement, it batted her son away, redirecting him to her daughter's feet. 

"FUUUUUUUUU-!!"

Splashing in the film of sweat coating Gina's foot, Spencer needed a moment to get his bearings back. Just keeping his head above the salty liquid, he breathed heavily, inadvertedly flooding his lungs with the thick scent of her foot. That did not help subside the headache he was reeling from. In a span of several seconds, he has painfully hopped between the three constant women in his life, all from the simple action of crossing their legs. The familiar sense of powerlessness struck him as he looked around the landscape that was the top of Gina's foot. That feeling of hope he had felt had gone out the window. 

And to rub salt into the wound of the powerlessness he felt, Gina started to tap her feet. Initially slammed into her foot from the sudden thrust upward, he broke free from the sweat when she tapped back down, but that would become a detriment. Landing back down onto the slick skin, Spencer started sliding down the slight slope of her foot, heading directing between her second and third toes. Two crazy / non-chalant taps later, he reached the crevice between her toes. Moving at a great speed, he slid down so fast in the canyon that he flew off her foot, crashing down back onto the floor. Not having any moment of respite, the squelching slaps of her foot filled him with panic. The gap he found himself under the arches of her toes still was larger than any football stadium but any move Gina makes can wipe him out before he could react.

Due to that fact, he froze. Gina was in control, and as a matter of fact, she is his whole world now at this moment. She surrounded him, the humid, blazing heat exuding from her foot made the atmosphere unbearable. Her feet have only been planted on the floor for a minute, yet it is already covered in thick moisture, and now by proxy, Spencer as well. He let fate decide what would happen next as he watched her gargantuan toes rhythmically rise and fall ahead of him as her sole behind him sent a jolt with each impact. It was as if he was in familiar territory from only a short  few hours ago.

From beyond the confines of her toes, he could just make out Xing's booming voice, and in response, Gina began to slide her foot sideways as she turned on her seat. The speed at which she slid her sweaty foot remained incomprehensible to him. He let out a scream that he could hardly hear himself as the mobile flesh mountain rubbed across the floor. Her pinky toe fast approached him, and as fate would have it, he was in line for the arch of her toe pass over him. As the massive "tiny" digit roared passed him, the wind pulled him from the ground, tossing him along the width of her toes until he was in front of them. As he got back to his feet, fear started to take control. Gina was flexing and tapping her toes carelessly, and all Spencer saw were living mountains that could turn him into a indiscernible stain on the floor. 

Turning away from Gina's feet to run, he saw Xing's monumentally sized shoes and legs relatively close to where he was. Continuing to turn, it did dawn on him he is surrounded by feet, the size of ant food underneath a booth table. He felt lower than an insect as he was towered over by oblivious women who could step on him and never know. Such is the fate of a wingless bug, scurrying around the ground to live, only to end up stepped on by a passing human, or a meal to a creature higher on the food scale. The more he let his fearful mind wander, the more hysterical he became. The hope he had was now 100% gone as he collapsed, curled up. He couldn't stand it anymore. Through the tears, he could make out his mom's socked feet two miles in the distance. Someone who would protect him unconditionally was right there, but no matter what he could hope to do, he could never get her attention. Most assuredly she would think he was a super tiny bug and mash him under her thumb. 

*THOOOOOOOOOOOM*

With zero warning, something slammed harshly behind Spencer, which in turn threw him back into air from displacement. As he spun, all he saw Brooke's purple sneaker. Once again, he was almost snuffed out to fate wanted to torture him further. Finding himself floating towards the center of the booth, thousands of feet above the ground, he was not expecting Brooke's other foot to fly past him, capturing him into a new vortex of air. The intense spinning was fighting his consciousness as he flew. Everything was a blur, and he didn't know where he was going to end up. A mere moment later, he landed with a splat. 

Wherever he was, face planted, whatever planet Gina threw out him paled in comparison. The smell, the heat, the humid, salty air all attacked his senses. Even in a dazed state, he had a hunch where he was. Peeling his face away the new floor, he was met with a white, fibrous valley, soaked in liquid. Continuing to crane his head back, his hunch was confirmed when he saw the well-toned legs of his mom. He was currently residing on her right, sweat soaked sock, just above her toes. Lying there, he had no idea what to do. The intensity of the atmosphere that emanated from her feet was far too intense. His body was thickly coated in humid, sweaty air as it occasionally got into his eyes, burning them shut. His lungs flooded in her scent to the point where it hurt to breathe. The heat sapped his energy as he starting to find it difficult to keep his upper body up with his arms. He was starting to wish he was back under his sister's foot. She at least wore shoes that breathed as his mom didn't. Also didn't help she just finished jogging during one of the hottest weeks on record. The swamp that was her sock was slowly killing him. But his Hell was about to get worse.

The concealed toes underneath the soaked socked started to wriggle, creating complete pandemonium for the tiny microbe. Waves of fibers threw him for a ride as sweaty liquid naked to the normal human eye broke free, splashing and dousing Spencer to the bone. He spit and spat, but he couldn't stop himself from swallowing mouthfuls. Completely blinded now as his eyes burned, he was unaware of what was happening next until it was too late. The more his mom wriggled her toes, the more Spencer was getting swallowed up in the fibers. Each motion, the fibers contracted and expanding, acting like a mouth trying to suck him in. Even if he had known what was happening, he'd be powerless to avoid it. His legs were the first to become entangled as the sweat-logged fibers pressed harshly together. Spencer let out a scream, but that only caused more sweat to pour into his mouth. Every wriggle, the more he was sucked into the interior of her sock. Once his chest was buried, the pressure became unbearable. His tears immediately mixed into the rivers of sweat that flowed over him. He managed to say one last thing before his head was too sucked into her sock.

"Mom.... Please...!"

He was gone.

Spencer woke up in a shock, coughing out copious amounts of liquid out from his respiratory system. His body painfully recoiled as his gut lurched with each expulsion. Everything ached, and his head was throbbing as he felt intense humid heat enveloping his bare body. Lying on his left side as he retched, his eyesight slowly came back to focus through the gushing tears. He thought he was seeing things when he saw his living room, yet still ever so large.

“Wh- What the?” he sputtered as he slowly picked himself up. His head was spinning harder the further he raised up. He did his best to control his breathing as his headache intensified, yet he found it difficult as he slowly noticed the floor underneath him. As he turned around, looking past a towering fleshy spire while doing so, his suspicions were confirmed. From beyond the two toes he was laying between, he saw the full length of his mother sleeping heavily on the couch. She was lying on her back with her right foot that he’s on resting on the arm of the couch while the other was planted on the floor. Her left arm was dangling over the edge while her right arm was resting upon her tummy. But besides all that, the only clothing she had on were her red and black striped panties and a very loose fitting green tank top.

“...How the hell did I get here, and what is going on?” he murmured to himself before falling back down onto his side.

---

*An Hour Earlier*

“The cool air feels so great,” Allie yawned as she stretched out her arms.

“I have the air conditioner working on high today,” Xing said. “The heat has been unbearable.”

“It sure has been a hot week, hasn’t it?” Brooke said before sipping the last her coffee.

“Yeah, it sucks,” Gina said under her breath as she crossed her arms. “I was sweaty by the time I got here.”

“Ha, how do you think we feel?” Allie said whilst motioning towards Brooke, “We went out jogging in this.”

“Yeah, but you’re equipped for that, I’m not. And I don’t have the luxury to shower within the next hour.”

“And that shower will feel great,” Allie replied back, ignoring her daughter’s pouting. “My socks are absolutely soaked in sweat,” she bemoaned as she wiggled her toes.

“Thanks for the details, mom,” Gina groaned.

“So has the coffee done anything for you yet?” Brooke asked Allie.

“No… I think it’s inevitable that I’ll be napping once I get home.”

“Ready to venture back out in the sun?”

“Of course not, but let’s get going. Good luck on your shift Gina, see you when you get home,” she said as she stood up. “Love you.”

“Love ya too, mom,” Gina managed to get out before letting out a yawn.

“Let’s get going,” Brooke said with mild enthusiasm.

Leaving the cool confines for the cafe, the duo put themselves back under the harsh rays of the sun, resuming their jogging route. The brief stop allowed them both to cool off and dry off some sweat, but during that time, the temperature and humidity increased. Compared to earlier, they are now sweating so much more as they propelled themselves forward. After twenty minutes, Allie made it home, waving to Brooke as she continued her jog home.

As she opened the front door to her home, she was thankful for the central air conditioner as a wave of cool air washed over her. She let out a humorous moan as she felt the instant relief from the heat. Immediately after closing the door, she quickly kicked off her shoes and ripped off her sports bra, releasing her sizable breasts. Continuing through the house towards her bedroom, she pulled down her tight jogging shorts along with her panties. She was readying herself for a nice shower, but her drowsiness was taking precedence. Standing there in only her socks, she was deciding what to do. Only after a short moment, she chose to nap instead. Pulling out a fresh pair of panties, and a loose fitting green tank top with thong shoulder straps. After slipping those on, as she made her way to the couch, she reached down and pinched her fingers between her toes of her left foot to rip off her sock. As she approached the couch, she did the same to her right sock.

Little did she know at that time that her only son was right where she was about to pinch. The near dust sized boy was unconscious within the depths of her sweat soaked socks, slowly working his way down through it, involuntarily. Just as her huge fingers were clamping down, threatening to squish him, he broke through the saturated fibers and fell down between her toes, held firmly in place by a thick film of salty sweat. Ripping her sock from her foot and tossing it onto the floor, she spun herself as she dropped onto the couch. Kicking her right foot up onto the couch’s arm, she felt immediately comfortable and closed her eyes.

---

It was only about twenty minutes later Spencer woke up from between her toes. Her normally light snoring growled through the air as she was in a deep sleep. Watching her chest rise and fall rhythmically in accordance with her breaths. It was a moment of peace and rest, not just for Allie, but for Spencer as well. Granted, his current position is not favorable, but he knew one thing: his mom never moves while she sleeps. Many of times she decided to nap on the couch due to the living room being the coolest room in the house. Whenever Spencer was moving about the house, he always chuckled to himself how they were polar opposites. He would toss and turn the entire time, and she acts like a log.

Spencer breathed heavily. “I guess this could be a blessing,” he sighed to himself. “If I can reach her ear before she wakes up,” he continued to say aloud, trying to motivate himself, “Then I can hopefully get out of this mess.” With his meager moment of rest, he pushed himself onto his feet. Stumbling through the base of the canyon of her toes, slopping through thick sweat, he reached the slope of the top of her foot. The length that reached to her ankle was well over 2,000 feet, and the extreme angle downward was intense.

Looking over the edge, Spencer gulped as the intimidation of the environment of her mom’s bare foot was too crazy. But since he leaned to far, he felt himself falling forward. Trying to throw himself back caused his feet to slip on the sweat, resulting in his fast descent downward. The thick liquid was slicking and sloshing as he splashed through it, yet that did nothing to slow him down. Rather, it acted as a lubricant, increasing his speed. Being too concerned with slowing down, Spencer didn’t scream, only gritting his teeth as he desperately tried to grasp onto the fleshly ground. Yet, his attempts failed, and he saw a new threat: a vein. Protruding out just enough to act as a giant hill to Spencer, he instantly knew in his panic that it was going to act as a ramp. He quickly came up to it, slipping across the mound, sending him airborne.

That sensation of being horribly out of control in the air felt almost familiar to Spencer. Flailing as he fell, in the back of his mind, he was relieved to see he was still going to land on his mom and not elsewhere. Careening against the front side of her ankle, he rolled and rolled until he slammed against some sort of stump against his right side. Whatever it was, it hurt like hell.

“Augh…” he moaned as he picked himself up. “What the..?” he muttered as he looked at the stump. It took a moment for his tired mind to process what was before him as there was a field of them running up the length of her shin. He blinked a few times as it dawned on him as his maw slowly went agape. All of the stumps were recently shaved hairs, hardly noticeable to anyone normal size. As his misadventures drew on, he continually found more ways to feel even more pathetic and diminutive.

Traversing through the deforestation of leg hairs was fairly easy as due to the positioning of her leg, Spencer was heading down-slope. Zigging and zagging between stumps of hair as he jogged the length of her legs was the easy part. And even despite his size, when he passed her knee and began jogging on her thigh, the ground beneath him felt softer on his bare feet. Gradually, the slope grew less until Spencer reached a wall of fabric that was the hem of Allie’s panties. Many micro fibers frayed out from the threading, giving him plenty to grab onto to climb. Though his body ached, he still made the climb that was nearly fifty times his own height. At the very least, it smelled like it recently came out from the wash.

Reaching the top, he felt like he reached the halfway mark, like his nightmare was going to come to an end. But as he looked onward, his hopes took a hit to the groin. While he was traversing her leg, he kept his attention to his immediate to what was in front of him. Now that has reached her midsection, while the ground he was on was no longer sloped, all he saw was a large valley that was Allie’s slim tummy, with two large mountains partially obscured by her resting hand. The easy part of the journey was over.

Shaking his head of any doubts, he pressed on, running of the densely packed fibers of his mother’s panties. He still had to watch his footing from any tiny gaps his foot could fall into, but he managed to clear them all. As he reached the top hem of her panties that was lightly squeezing against her skin, her tummy rose like a hill. Spencer made the decision to leap off the edge, slamming against her skin, using all he had not to slip down. Thankfully, the cool air had allowed most of the sweat to dry up, allowing him ample grip to climb.

The ascent was short as her stomach was slim, putting Spencer back on a more flat surface, and much like her thighs, the skin felt even softer. But a new variable presented itself: her breathing. With each inhalation, the ground beneath him rose and expanded that gradually got worse the further he pressed on. And to add to the difficulty due to the intense size difference, each inhalation raises the fleshy ground up at least one hundred feet making all traversal feel like there’s an earthquake. Spencer found himself more often than not on his hands and knees as he pressed on, having to use peach colored hairs that nearly rivaled his size to grab onto.

With all that it took just to move, Spencer did not put much forth much effort as to where he was going. His sights were set at the raising and lowering mountains at the end of the tummy field. And due to this fact, he did not realize right away that he made it to her navel. Then without warning, Allie let in a small gasp of air. With the sudden thrust upward from her inhalation, Spencer was launched forward, and found himself tumbling down the recess. Fumbling down for well over two hundred feet, he came to a rest at the base of the chasm. Thankfully every time his face was bashed, it was against a softer surface.

Picking himself back up once again, he was in awe when he took in his surroundings. It was as if he was in a large coliseum dug into the ground, but the audience that lined the walls were bits of grime and dirt that was too stubborn to get washed away. And with each breath, the entire length of the walls stretched and groaned.

Though he was amazed to see another viewpoint that no one has ever seen before, he knew that this was a major setback. And if he didn’t want to join the grime and dirt, he had to quickly climb back out and continue his advance. Running to the northern edge of his mom’s navel, he clenched his fist against of the icky skin, finding it relatively easy to grip and climb. However, the constant movement of the walls added extra difficulty to even things out.

Becoming a pro climber in the past fifteen or so hours meant the climb out was a cinch for Spencer. As he reached the top, he was met with the view of his mom’s large pinky finger just over a half mile away with her large, imposing boobs behind it. He was met with a strange sensation as he looked at her finger. All this time, he’s been at the mercy of everyone’s toes. Now met with a different kind of extremity, he gulped as he thought about which was more dangerous. Smushed between two fingers, smashed under the palm, swiped off a surface, only the be crushed underfoot. It all made him shudder. And as he thought about what direction he should take, he thought against climbing up onto her hand, as he chose to run around her fingers.

Reaching past her towering fingers, he now had full view of her massive breasts. The rise and fall of her chest was now at it worst. And to add to that, her heartbeat became very audible with a pulsing bump to coincide with each beat. To some, when normal sized, find the beating heart to be calming, but to Spencer, it was loud and echoed, making everything feel very ominous. Yet, he pressed on.

Approaching the fabric of her green tank top, Spencer grabbed onto the tiny fibers and quickly climbed to its top. Navigating through ginormous ripples, he slowly made his way to Allie’s cleavage, knowing it would be the easiest way to get past her boobs. Since she wasn’t wearing a bra, her breasts were parted, creating an easy-to-navigate valley between them. Once he reached that valley, he saw his mother’s face clearly for the first time since he shrunk. With her head resting at an angle, he could see her entire slumbering face instead of the underside of her chin, but a problem arose.

With her hair pushed back, Spencer didn’t see a viable way to climb up onto her face or either of her ears; easily that is. And there were subtle signs that Allie was starting to slowly awake from her nap. Her heartbeat and respirations slowly elevated. Spencer knew his time was rapidly approaching the end. He had to decide what to do immediately. Does he attempt to climb onto her waking face, and quickly get off of her and onto the couch. As he panicked, looking around at his surroundings, he came up with a third, harebrained option. He darted up the mountain that was her left boob, scrambling to reach its apex. The gaps in the threads became more apparent as her parted breasts stretched them out, resulting in Spencer having to be far more careful in his rush. Through those gaps he could see her skin, and before too long, the coloration changed as he was above her areola. As he progressed, the fabric ahead began to angle up, and he knew why in the back of his mind.

Reaching the highest point on her chest, Spencer stood atop where her nipple pushed against her tank top. He was hoping with all he had that if he screamed and shouted, jumping and waving his arms, that somehow, someway, his mom would notice him as she opened her eyes. He didn’t wait for her to wake up as he screamed erratically, but his voice never made it past the green pasture. And since he was too preoccupied with his plan, he failed to notice a shadow loom over him. Without warning, something slammed down all around Spencer, throwing him off his feet, and whatever this something was, it was shaking her whole boob, making the ground completely unstable.

“Hey sleepy head!” Brooke said loudly to wake Allie up as she fondled her boob rigorously. Allie’s eyes shot open as her whole body jerked awake at the sudden disturbance. All the while, Spencer was flung into a void between the threading, sending him down a one way street to the center of her pert nipple.

“Jeezus,” Allie sighed with a hint of aggravation as she propped herself up with her elbows, “How about a little more subtly next time?”

“Haha, sorry, sorry,” Brooke said with amusement.

“Ugh, that was that fastest two hours of sleep,” she said rubbing her eyes.

“Eh, not quite two hours, but now we can get started with our yoga,” she said as she motioned to the rolled up yoga mats on the coffee table that she brought over.

“Alright, just please give me a moment to wake back up.” As she said that, she was tossing her legs over the edge of the couch to plant her feet onto the ground as she sat up. Spencer was back into his normal state of panic as he tried his best to cling onto his mother’s nipple. But just the simple motion of sitting up, and without a bra on, her boobs wobbled far too much for him to handle. Slipping down onto her tank top, and had too much uncontrollable speed to try to slow his descent. Flying off the curvature of the fabric caused by the two massive milk factories, Spencer soon collided against her stomach. Still he could do nothing but continue to fall until he met the dark fabric of her panties.

Spencer still did not understand how he was still alive despite these great falls as he laid on his back. Despite the danger he was still facing, being under the shadow of her boob put him in a light state of mesmerization. This did not last long however once she began to motion that she was about to stand up. Clinging to the loose micro fibers, the ground went 90 degrees again as Allie stood up. After a light stretch, she walked over to where Brooke placed her mat.

“Gonna do your yoga dressed like that?” Brooke said in contrast to her own yoga attire that hugged her body tightly.

“Nothing wrong with his,” she said motioning to her only two articles of clothing. “I can still get good flexibility, and we’ve known each other for far too long for me to care if you see my tits or not. Besides, not like you haven’t seen em before.” But as she made her motion with her hand whizzing past her midsection, that created a wind vortex that easily ripped Spencer away from her panties. He didn’t even have the strength, or care for that matter, to scream as he was back into a floating free fall. Slowly but surely, he involuntarily came to a halting crash between Brooke’s bare feet on her yoga mat.

“Oh yeah?” Brooke smirked.

“Yeah!”

“Then how about…” she started to say as she grabbed the underside of her sports top, “we got topless then?” she finished saying as she pulled her top off, releasing her bountiful, full breasts from their imprisonment.

“Pfft, okay then,” Allie giggled as she followed suit, taking off her tank top, leaving on her panties on. “But I’m not going any further.

Spencer was in disbelief as to what was transpiring several miles above him. The amazonian goddess he felt a deep attraction too was now surrounding him, and her already-massive breasts eclipsed her face as her nipples protruded out with full perkiness. Slowly, his own member began to swell as he took in the sight and situation he faced. Slowly, his hand crept down and clutched onto it as he entered a state of euphoria. He watched as the goddess stretched her arms of her head as she leaned to the side, sending her milk melons into a satisfying swaying motion. But it only got better as she bent forward to touch to ground away for her toes, leaving her giant breasts hang overhead, allowing him to get a good look at them, leaving him in awe.

Brooke’s chest lowered down as she moved her feet back, slowly lowering her body into a planking pose. By doing so, her breasts are now even closer to Spencer, threatening to squish him out of existence if she chose to lower herself even further. This only further excited Spencer as the massive mammaries bobbed above him, taking up most of his vision.

“So, any word from Spencer?” Brooke asked as she maintained her pose.

“About if he had any side effects? None.” Allie replied as she held the same pose.

“Well, as the saying goes, no news is good news. I imagine he must be feeling fine.”

“I sure hope so.”

Feeling fine he was as he aggressively stroked his member as Brooke’s breasts swayed above him. She brought her knees down to start the cat-cow stretch, with the continued movements causing her breasts to jiggle intensely. All senses besides lust was gone. The woman responsible, and the one that can save him, was literally above him, yet his feeble mind has prioritized masturbating to her bare breasts. Brooke’s midsection lifted up as she moved onto her next pose: downward facing dog split. Her boobs her still bobbing above, and even more so every time she lifted one of her legs into the air.

“So, is that coffee doing you any favors?” Brooke asked.

“None in the slightest. I should have drank some water after I got back.”

“Aren’t you a health and fitness trainer?”

“Hey, even someone of my position can make mistakes. Did you drink water when you got home?”

“Of course I did, plenty of it. Hence why I’m already breaking a sweat before you.”

True to her word, Brooke was already beginning to sweat as her skin began to look glossy from the moisture. Slowly, beads began forming, absorbing into one another to become larger. Brooke lowered herself back down into a planking pose. The forceful bobbing motion of her boobs shook free a large bead of sweat, slowly sliding its way to Brooke’s nipple. The continuous sway of her boobs was enough for Spencer to finally reach his climax, leaving him tired and out of breath. At that moment, the traveling bead of sweat rolled over her nipple, dropping away directly above Spencer. Though his vision was blurry from his gooning session, he was still able to make out something falling towards him. He let out a yelp and barely dodged the building sized droplet of sweat. Most of it splashed over him, trapping him in the dense liquid. With his head being the only part of his body free from the mass of salty liquid, he watched in terror as Brooke’s boobs were crashing down. He cries were soon snuffed out as her towering nipple crashed down close to him while her areola smushed him down.

His body was pushed along with the sweat into an open void under somewhere under her boob. That precise location was close to the base of her nipple. Light flooded back as she raised herself back up, but with Spencer in tow as he was adhered to her tit. As she reached the apex of her ascent, she lowered back down, smashing her breasts back into her yoga mat.

“Are you seriously doing push ups?” Allie asked.

“Is it not a good thing to switch things up once in awhile?”

“Well, yeah, but…”

Over and over, Brooke raised and lowered herself, furthering her sweat output and Spencer was becoming even more adhered to her. He was unable to let out any screams as his mouth was continually filled with her sweat, forcing him to gulp it down. His eyes burned as the liquid crept its way through his eye lids, returning him back to a state of blindness. As Brooke finished her last push up, a new giant bead of sweat slid over Spencer, absorbing him into its mass. Like the last drop, it traveled the length of her nipple, tickling her in the process. Breaking free and splashing onto the yoga mat, Spencer was free from its grasp, but he was in no condition to move.

Standing back up, Brooke went onto her next pose. As she positioned herself into a garland pose, Spencer was getting the sweat out from his eyes, slowly getting his vision back. Through the extreme blurred vision, he was see it got dark as it coincided with an incredible rumbling. It got light again, and then dark. With improved vision, he looked up to see Brooke’s massive ass clothed in her yoga pants careening towards him. He held up his arms and screamed, but that was no impact. Brooke was simply squatting down low. And with the intense workout, sweat was now beginning to flow from her body. A large, thudding splash was heard behind Spencer as he whipped his head around to see the aftermath of a sweat bead crashing down. Then he heard another, and then another. He looked back up to see an occasional meteor of sweat falling down as Brooke did her workout.

At this moment, Spencer decided it was time to run away. Forget about getting her attention at this moment. One wrong foot placement or a singular direct hit from a bead of sweat would be the end of him. Running towards the backside of the mat, he screamed and ran as he dodged the sweat drops as they whistled all the way done. With zero warning, Brooke’s foot soared overhead, planting down a mile ahead sideways as she started a reverse warrior pose. Putting her left arm down onto her left leg, she reached up with her right, causing more beads to fall from her back and her dangling large ponytail. Though it may have been dangerous, he continued towards her foot, hoping that she would move it well out of the way before he got there. Those that risk did not pay off.

After she stretched her other arm up, she twisted her foot to start her next pose. And as she did so, her foot slid towards Spencer. He fell down onto his butt as her massive toes slid towards him. Thankfully he easily fit between the spaces between her toes, leaving him imprisoned under the arches of her toes. The atmosphere was much like when he was under his younger sister’s toes, but the heat radiating off from Brooke’s body as she was actively working out hit far different, sapping Spencer of his energy. As she did her pyramid pose, Spencer had no idea what to do next. He was once again held to her oblivious mercy.

Light adorned Spencer as Brooke lifted her foot away to start the stretching out her other leg. Gasping for fresh air, he started his run again. Since he was leaning forward, away from him, there were no risk of sweat beads at this time. He never looked back as his continued his sprint, which is why he was caught off guard when both her feet scraped past him, leaving him close to the base of her heels. Sweat rolled down her feet, pooling down onto the mat. Spencer turned out to see Brooke’s face closing in towards him as her hands soared overhead to clasp onto her soles. Being a really flexible woman, Brooke practically brought her face down to her shins. Her eyes were literally above him, resulting in Spencer to stop his run to try to catch her attention.

“B-Brooke!” he desperately tried to scream with his aching lungs. “I’m right here!” he continued to shout as he waved his arms.

However all he got in return from her was an exhale that produced a gale that took Spencer off his feet, flinging him out past her soles. Cursing at himself as he slowly got back up, he noticed several beads of sweat drip off her face and onto the place where he was standing just seconds ago. Feeling completely dejected as not even Brooke could spot him, he know truly felt that there was no salvation for him. No chance to return back to normal to live out his life. He is now nothing a speckle of dirt to an actual piece of dirt, completely at the mercy of everyone’s feet. How long does he really have left before he ends up crushed and smeared under his sister’s foot? Or sucked up into the vacuum cleaner like all dirt should when his mom decides it is time to clean the carpet? Maybe it wouldn’t be either of them to take his life as it could be another swarm of dust mites looking to feast. Maybe the experiment side effect isn’t even fully complete yet and he’ll shrink down even further to nanoscopic levels where he’ll be ingested by bacteria.

The continued thoughts of eventual death that could be hours away left Spencer in a trance for nearly an hour as his mom and Brooke continued their yoga session. He had not realized they had finished, and that Brooke was now lifting up the other end of the yoga mat, launching him off back into the depths of the carpet once more. He just laid there, looking up past the towering strands of fibers, being able to just see the two woman. He could hardly make out what they were saying, but he didn’t care to. His heart was not in it to try anymore.

The shadow of his mother’s sweaty sole loomed overhead as it stamped down directly over him, but the carpet valiantly held her sole back, sparing Spencer from certain death, though he wish it did happen to get this over with. As her foot lifted away, all he could see was the distant ceiling, just as far away as the stratosphere. His depression took over while the two women decided to go bathe together. 

The familiar thumping quakes that coincided with a bare foot impacting into the ground from a simple step made the fiber Spencer held onto shake. He stood upon the top of a carpet stand, gazing across the landscape he once called a living room. Two days had passed since his last chance good chance at getting someone’s attention during the yoga session. It took him hours in his own time frame to snap out from his depression. Something in him made him feel defiant about his situation; something that made him want to live out of spite. He wasn’t going to let the universe have its way and beat him. He truly knew at some point his family would look for him once they figured out he disappeared. Now whether or not Brooke could deduce he shrunk down to a size that rivaled a dust mite was up in the air. But he was willing to hang on just a bit longer until he fully knew if he could be saved or not.

Since he found his new resolve, Spencer set up a camp at the base of the coffee table’s leg, closest to the couch and recliner. Conveniently, there was another discarded nail clipping courtesy of Gina, as it was decorated with orange paint, that he took shelter under. And being in close proximity to the furniture meant that amount of crumbs that made their way to the floor was plentiful. Two days for Spencer was in actuality four days for him. He’s managed to find bits of stale crumbs leftover from chips or cookies to fill his stomach. Water was a different story. He’s fine for now as last night when he was scavenging for food, his mom came into the living room to watch her show, planting herself down onto the couch. That in turn meant her sweaty feet rested above him on the carpet. As it was another scorcher of a day, a large bead of sweat rolled down between her toes, breaking away and crash landing next to him, nearly swallowing him up in it. He had no choice but to partake in the sweaty liquid before it evaporated.

Nights in the depths of the carpet are cold. There wasn’t much Spencer could do to keep warm at night other than huddling underneath the shadow of his sister’s looming nail clipping. During his travels, he’s managed to find the perfect sized bits of lint. Doing his best to reform their shape into something he could wear, he’s now dressed in black lint from his chest, down to his knees. And back at his camp, he made up a blanket with the remainder. Last night, he sort of hung out with his mom and sister as they watched a late show. He could just see a portion of the TV from where he laid at his camp, dangerously close to Gina’s mountainous toes. He briefly thought about trying to climb up her but couldn’t take the unnecessary risk. Even if she didn’t nonchalantly shift her foot around, he wouldn’t be able to get past her ankle before she got up to walk to her room. It would be his luck he’d be thrown forward and end up her under pink sole.

Spencer was just getting by, yet it was taking its toll on his health. As the morning sun flooded the living room in golden light, he curled tighter into his lint blanket, with the scent of Gina’s foot lightly emanating from it. His body was taking its time to fully wake as he practically slept for sixteen hours throughout the night. Now with light seeping in through the carpet canopy, he can actually see where he is going.

Slowly uncovering himself and sitting up, he rubbed his eyes before groggily getting up onto his feet. Yawning as he shuffled away from his camp site, he reached his spot he’d been relieving himself. He let out a sigh as his bladder fizzled out, still finding it weird how he’s pissing on the living room floor. But he knew he was so punitive in size that any mess he left behind would hardly amount to anything.

There was not much to do so Spencer was finding it hard to motivate himself to do anything. His main objective was to wait to see if there was any mission mounted to find and rescue him, but with every passing minute, his body grew weary. He deduced it was only around 5:30 in the morning, which means he had a few hours to travel around before he would feel the foot falls from either his mom or sister as they woke up. He peered over to his small pile of stale food and let out a sigh. “Welp, guess I’ll go look for more crumbs. They definitely ate stuff last night before bed.”

Beginning his trek towards the couch, he stretched and breathed, trying to get himself to fully wake up. As more light poured in, he took notice how much more dirtier at jungle of carpet strands were getting. Countless bits of dirt, hairs, dust, skin flakes, and various other things were trampled into the strands. He shuddered at the thought of being trapped and confined in a mess of fibers after being smushed into them under his mom’s foot, seeing as how all the debris rivaled him or exceeded him in size. And the scary part is, that is not out of the realm of possibility.

After a couple hours of traversing the filthy confines of the jungle, Spencer reached the base of the couch, roughly around the area where Gina sat her feet last night. Just as he suspected, there were fresh, giant crumbs the size of semi trucks, however, they were resting atop the canopy of strands. Taking a large breath to psych himself up, he clasped onto stray fibers and hoisted himself up, ready to make the long, strenuous climb. Previous days, he found it easy to climb, but his body was wearing out from the poor conditions he was bound in. It took him twice as long to make the climb to reach the top.

By now, it was just past seven in the morning as he made it to the crumbs. He found himself in the middle of a smorgasbord of food. There were remnants of chips, cookies, and chocolates. Seems like it was his mom’s cheat day and his sister helped partake. His stomach growled as he imagined them eating all that when all he has had were scraps.

Making his way to a giant flake of chocolate, he figured this would be good a good place to start. Scampering up onto it, he started to lick away at it, breaking it down to where he able to eat some of it. He instantly felt a difference as he got something in his stomach, even if it was slightly stale chocolate. Slowly he felt his body regaining some sort of strength as in the back of his mind he was hoping that wasn’t a placebo effect.

Continuing to lick away at his breakfast, Spencer failed to notice the shadow being cast upon him. Only until he felt a slight disturbance did he look up to the source, and what he saw nearly made him jump of his skin. Picking away at the other end of the chocolate flake was a gargantuan sized ant that was as large as a school building. Its giant mandibles scraped away at the chocolate, attempting to get a good hold of it. Spencer was frozen in fear, and all he could do was watch. Of all the days he’s been inhabiting the carpet, he has yet to see an any up until now. He thought the dust mites were bad, but now they play second fiddle to the massive ant. He could only hope it doesn’t see him and think he’s something to be eaten.

Slowly he got feeling back in his arms and legs. Crawling back away bit by bit, he was hoping to get away unnoticed, but the ant’s mandibles grab hold of the chocolate and lifts it up away from the carpet. Spencer was propelled upward, flung off the chocolate flake for a brief moment before landing back onto it, sliding closer to the ant. And that is when it noticed the speck on its morsel.

The two stared at each other, one in fear, the other in curiosity. The ant was making a peculiar noise as it scanned him. Then without warning, the chocolate flake was released, dropping it and Spencer as the ant’s curiosity was piqued seeing a strange creature. Crashing back down, Spencer quickly found the strength to get up and run, but he didn’t make it far. Not because of the looming any, but because of a major tremor. Thrown off his feet once more, he whipped around on his back and his pupils went pinpoint. Looming over the ant that was looming over him was his mother, staring down at the ant, and by proxy, him. Her bare feet were on either side, her long bare legs disappearing behind her red robe, her hands on her hips, and a scowl on her face.

“THAT’S JUST GREAT!” her voice boomed at half speed. “THIS IS WHAT HAPPENS IF I DON’T KEEP UP WITH THE VACUUMING!”

Her right foot ascended, hovering its way towards the ant. A shadow cast over the two of them as her sole took up the entire sky view, ready to wipe out the ant from existence.

“Oh shit! Mom! NOOOOO!” he screamed as he turned and ran. The ant seemed oblivious to the angry giantess as it moved towards Spencer. It got closer and closer as Allie’s heel began its downward descent. Just as its mandibles was about to grab him, he leapt off the edge of the chocolate, hurtling back down into the carpet. Darkness enshrouded the entire area as he passed the canopy as his mom’s foot forcefully impacted the ground. All in an instant, her heel slammed down, crushing the ant to death instantly. A carpet strand propelled forward from her crashing heel, slamming into Spencer, launching him exponentially faster. He hit the base of the carpet violently, nearly knocking him unconscious.

Shell shocked, he slowly pushed himself self up as his senses gradually returned. The strands of carpet around him were twisting and contorting all over with a godawful noise coinciding with it. It didn’t take him long to realize what was happening as chunks and flakes of skin crashed all around him. Wanting to make sure the ant was good and dead, Allie was grinding her heel fiercely. With each twist, the strands were trudging deeper, threatening to wipe out her son. He could hardly move from his harsh landing, but the environment was far too chaotic for him to even try. Lying where he was, he screamed for mercy but he couldn’t even hear his own voice from the cacophony of noises.

Thankfully, she pulled back her heel, letting light flow back through, and in that light, Spencer saw the ant’s crushed head slam down just a few meters ahead of him. His jaw was agape, seeing the savagery at the hands of, or rather the feet of, his mom. That could have been him if she continued to grind her heel. But was she said next sent a stronger shiver down his spine.

“MIGHT AS WELL SWEEP THE FLOOR NOW!”

“Ah fuck,” he breathed as he warily got up, making his way back to his base camp. With it being set at the base of the coffee table’s leg, the sweeper won’t be able to reach him. Running with a limp as his whole body ached, he was able to return back to his camp before he heard his mom roll out the sweeper. Cowering deep under Gina’s toenail, he huddled under his lint blanket, hoping to escape the vacuum’s wrath.

The sounds that emanated from the sweeper after being switched on was otherworldly. It dominated the soundscape, snuffing out all other noises. Even though the sweeper wasn’t anywhere near close to him yet, he could hardly hear his own thoughts. He no longer felt safe. The volume of noise of which the vacuum made changed constantly as his mom rolled it back and forth, pushing it behind furniture to momentarily drown out the noise some. She was getting the rest of the living room before she went towards the couch.

He crossed all his fingers and toes as the noise grew louder. It was only a matter of time before she targeted the area between the table and couch, and sure enough, that time came. The sound was unbearable the closer it got. Spencer screamed, yet like many times before, he couldn’t hear himself. The wheels of the sweeper rolled passed, and even though he wasn’t underneath it, he could feel the pull from the suction. Thankfully for him, that wasn’t too powerful. After only a minute, the sweeper and his mom’s feet went passed, and shortly after she turned it off.

Letting out a sigh of relief, Spencer pulled back the lint he was covering in, believing he was spared. But from the other end of the living room, he could hear and feel his sister walking in.

“I SEE YOU’RE STARTING THE MORNING OFF WITH A BANG! YOU WOKE ME UP!”

“SORRY ABOUT THAT GINA, BUT WHILE YOU’RE HERE, CAN YOU HELP ME MOVE THE COFFEE TABLE OVER?”

Spencer’s eyes went wide hearing what she said as he felt his sister’s massive bare feet plant themselves on either side of the coffee table, grabbing hold of the table to pulling it away from the floor. The shadow of the table’s leg was now gone now that his mom and sister moved the table, thus leaving him defenseless. Before he could react, the vacuum was switched back on.

In record speeds, he could just make out the head of the sweeper coming towards him, with his mother’s face in the far distance behind it, looking at his direction. The pull from the vacuum grew in strength as everything in his camp started to shift and fly up. The brushes violent scraped against the carpet’s canopy, hungrily shoveling all the debris into its maw. With no time to waste, Spencer latched onto a stray thread, holding onto it with all he has. Light disappeared as the decibels hit new records. He felt his body pull up from the ground as all his belongings and shelter were ripped away, hurdling into the air before getting sucked up into the vacuum. Gina’s toenail tore free, plowing through the swaying carpet strands before began slammed by the spinning brushes.

At that exact moment, Allie’s phone started to vibrate in her robe’s pocket. Without turning off the sweeper, she took her free hand to grab her phone. Seeing it was Brooke, she answered it, yet left the sweeper running, directly over was Spencer was.

“Mornin’ Brooke, what’s up?”

“Vacuuming this early in the morning, are ya?”

“Yeah, I had ants.”

“Could you shut it off so I can hear you better?”

Instead of doing so, Allie motioned to Gina to finish for her. With a sigh, Gina walked over and commandeered the vacuum. All the while, Spencer was still suspended in the air, hanging on desperately to the thread. His lint over shirt was ripped away, leaving him naked once again. Him and the thread whipped viciously back in forth from the terrible sucking force of the vacuum. He clenched his eyes shut, with the tears being sucked away instantly. And in his fear, he peed himself, and all the urine was happily sucked away into the sweeper. He had no idea why the vacuum was still overhead as he felt his grip weakening.

At the last second, Gina pushed the sweeper forward, putting Spencer back onto the ground where he repositioned his grip. His sister nonchalantly ran the sweeper, occasionally running it back over top where Spencer was.

A few more times, Spencer was suspended back into the air as the vacuum passed over. The entire ordeal has left his drained and feeling sick. And the cherry on top as Gina finished sweeping in that area was her pink sole slamming down directly above him. He was safe from being crushed, but the slight brushing of her sole against the carpet released fresh bits of skin to rain down over him.

As her massive body moved away with the vacuum, Spencer lost consciousness…

---

Spencer wasn’t sure how much time had passed as the light’s flicked back on in his head. All he could hear was the sound of his own breathing, and the hum of the air conditioner. His body ached, and throat felt dry and sore. Wearily he opened his eyes despite his body and mind begging for rest. He laid there for several more minutes and the sickly chill became more prominent. After all he’s been through, his immune system has failed him.

A single tear streamed down his cheek as he felt this was the end. Perhaps it would have been better to just let the vacuum suck him in. Though he doubt he’d survive that, the thought of being deposited into the trash can with all the waste his mom and sister throw in there, sickened him. Buried under leftover food, swept up dirt, nail clippings, gum, or worse yet, garbage from their own bathrooms. He shuddered at the thought.

Everything he worked for, everything he fought for to survive in the carpet; it was all gone. All in a matter of minutes. It seems the vacuum cleaner did its job, no? Well, almost. Spencer, the bug who was once a human, remained. His shelter was gone, and clothing he crafted was gone, and even worse, his source of food was gone. He barely got anything to eat before the ant appeared, followed by his irritated mother. His stomach growled for sustenance, and his body begged for water.

He slowly willed himself up to a seated position, but he didn’t know what for. He was spent, and anything he could scavenge was sucked away. Spencer could only sit there in defeat. Beaten by a carpet landscape. Beaten by his mom and sister’s feet. Beaten by a singular ant. Beaten by dust mites. And ultimately, beaten by Brooke. She was the sole cause of this, whether she knew that or not. And thinking of her, he thought about another way he wished he could’ve been snuffed out to end his misery, and that would to be crushed underneath her gargantuan boobs when she was doing yoga. Under such immense weight, his body would have popped, and all his remains would have been saturated in her sweat, effectively hiding any and all existence of himself. Despite the morbid thought, he let out an amused huff as his crotch showed a slight sign of life.

The beaten college-aged test subject continued to just sit there, continuing to listen to the calming hum of the air conditioner. Closing his eyes, he emptied his mind as he listened to it, hoping to fall unconscious, never to wake up again.

But then a new sound presented itself.

Or rather, it was a familiar sound that sent a chill down his spine.

It wasn’t his mom, or his sister, or a household appliance. No, it was something that rivaled him in size, something he had to contend with just a few days ago.

Dust mites.

The skittering of their legs grew louder as the horde moved, looking for a source of food. Opening his eyes back up, he saw them appear, flooding through the strands of carpet. And it dawned on him that all around him were flakes of skin, fresh off of Gina’s sole.

With his heart pounding, Spencer knew he couldn’t hope to outrun them like last time. He just wasn’t physically capable. And though he was now hoping for death, the last thing he wants it to be torn apart and eaten by group of ravage dust mites. Pushing back with his arms and legs, he tried to distance himself from them, but it was pointless. In a matter of seconds, he was completely surrounded as they gobbled up their morsels. He knew they couldn’t see or hear him, but there was nothing he could do about his scent.

Getting to his feet, he carefully navigated through the horde, hoping none notice him. But there was just too many of them and they continued flooding into the area, meaning there was no where to navigate. A group of seven fast approached him as they searched, and inevitably, they found him. And much like last time, they new scent piqued their interest, confused as to what this source of scent is. One of them did not wait around and lunged at Spencer. With a terrified scream, he fell back as it quickly attacked him. Its mandibles grabbed hold of his chest and held him up high. Spencer’s pupils went pin-point as he locked onto it’s razor sharp mouth, all ready to shred him to pieces.

With the last of his remaining energy, he let out a blood curdling scream as the mite brought him in closer as the remaining from the pack too lunged forward, ready to fight for this morsel. His legs were clenched onto, along with his arms as several fought for him. He continued to cry out as he felt like his limbs were ready to be ripped out from their sockets.

A warm sensation enveloped his body. He surely thought that meant he was torn apart and his blood was splattered all over. But that was not the case. The mites around him shrank in size, and not only them, the carpet too! Becoming too big for them, he broke free from their grasp as he grew back up in size, stopping at around half an inch.

A part of him believed he was just dreaming, with this all being an experience after being killed. Quickly the mites scattered away, frightened by what transpired. As he looked down at them, he was completely unaware that Brooke was looking down on him as she was on all fours.

“Just look at you!” she said. Spencer nearly jumped out of his skin, completely caught off-guard as he whipped around to see the gargantuan woman, clothed in only a noodle strap white tank top, with a black bra beneath it, and a pair of Daisy Duke’s. She took her free hand to push back her long hair to behind her ear. “Let me get a closer look at you,” she said as she peered in closer. Spencer was so shocked that he didn’t even think to cover himself up. “Fufu, looks like you’re excited to see me, in more than one way.” Only then did he slap his hands down to his crotch. “I think it’s high time to get you out of there.” Gently pinching him between her fingers, she pulled him out from the carpet, proceeding to place him in a clear tube. Capping it off, she slid the tube between her boobs before leaving the house.

---

Much of Spencer’s memories were a haze after getting rescued. He last remembered going between Brooke’s boobs, being held firmly between them. The heat became too much, leading him to blacking out again. He awoke on a medical examination table, clothed in a gown. He had an IV placed in his left arm, and a non-rebreather mask over his mouth. His head was in such a thick fog, he wondered if everything he experienced was just a bad dream, all caused by some bad accident on his way back to college. He expected to see his mom and sister barge in to see him, but instead, Brooke came in, clothed in a white lab coat, with her normal business attire concealed by it.

“Hey sleepy head, feeling any better?” she asked as she sat down beside him.

“… What happened?” he asked, now curious if it all was a dream.

Brooke craned her head a bit, with a raised eyebrow. “Do you not remember?”

“I remember something, but it’s so far fetched that it had to be a dream.”

“Like being shrunken to an extremely tiny size, dwarfed by the carpet around you?” she said so candidly.

“… I talked in my sleep, didn’t I?”

“Nope,” she said as she shook her head, “That was all real.”

There was a part of him that wished it wasn’t for as insane and traumatic the whole ordeal was. He couldn’t conjure up any more words.

Placing her hand on his shoulder, she said, “When you’re up and about, we’ll discuss more back in my office.”

After a couple more hours of treatment, Spencer’s strength returned. Detached from the IV, and back in normal clothes, he was taken to Brooke’s office. She was typing furiously away at her keyboard, stopping once she saw him walk in.

“Take a seat, I’m sure you have many questions.”

Spencer hesitantly took a seat. “You knew this would all happen?”

“Yep!” she said without breaking her soft smile.

Spencer wanted to yell, he wanted to be angry, but he could not muster up his emotions. His life was in constant danger at every waking hour. He did not know this would happen, but she did.

Opening his mouth, it took a moment before he could say something. “I-I could have died.”

“Your chances of dying were rather slim.”

“I was the size of a dust mite!” he burst out.

“The cutest one at that,” she replied back, without missing a beat.

“I could have been crushed.”

“I’ll be honest with you, and think back to all your harrowing encounters, there were many things that happened that *should* have ended your life, but didn’t. Why do you think that is?”

“I.. I don’t know.”

“That leads us to the data we’ve collected so far. Along with part of the drugs we injected into you, being reduced to such a small size actually makes you far more durable.”

“What?” he asked, cocking an eyebrow.

“It’s true. How many nasty falls did you take, but was still able to get up and walk away?”

“Well, … I lost count, to be honest.”

“And being whipped around in the air around by women’s feet?”

“That did happen- Wait! How did you know about something like that?”

A devilish smirk stretched across her lips. “Remember how I used two syringes in you? The first one was a serum to enhance your durability, and within it was nano device to not only track you, but to see and hear everything you were. The second one was the formula to reduce your size, activated by the nano device at our discretion.”

Spencer felt his stomach drop. “E-Everything?”

Her smile widened as she leaned in. “Everything.”

He nearly turned to stone as certain events played in his mind.

“Don’t feel too embarrassed,” she said, “That is a common side effect we’ve found. The other test subjects had the same feeling as you did, being superbly tiny, dwarfed by a feminine body. Although,” she said, leaning in even closer, “To do it on your mom’s and your sister’s feet, that’s new data.”

“Don’t tell a soul!” he nearly shouted. His reaction made her giggle.

“Relax, all data is anonymous so it can’t be traced back to you.”

“Yeah, but you know.”

“True, but I am sworn by law to never disclose any of this to outsiders, and that includes your family. Not even you can tell them what you went through, not that they’d believe you. Not at the moment, anyway.”

“What do you mean by that?”

“We feel that our research is progressing faster than anticipated. Soon, we hope to unveil plans about human reduction. We are still working out details after that, whether we open up little towns, or make it possible for someone to be reduced in the comfort of their own home.”

“But why?”

“A plethora of reasons, honestly. Whether it’s about resource management, career opportunities that benefit from being nano sized, or for kinks.”

“I-I see.”

“I want you to know something. I did keep a close eye on you while you were shrunk.”

“Through that nano device- a device that is probably still in me.”

“Don’t worry about that, we already extracted it from your body.”

“Ah. Good.”

“But as I was saying, why is it you think I showed up where Gina works?”

“That wasn’t happenstance?”

“Nope. Though the possibility was always there, I did not expect you to be lost on the cafe floor.”

“You almost stepped on me though.”

“Wrong. I calculated the wind burst would launch you onto my sneaker. And I made sure not to move so you could climb.”

“Really??”

“Yep. Though,” she said, bringing her finger to her chin, “I planned to take you back to your house myself, but couldn’t help but throw you back onto your mom.”

“O-Oh. Then later after that..?”

“I knew where you were. I just couldn’t help but torment you a bit, and..” she continued as she lightly bit her lower lip, “Give you a little present.”

Spencer’s heart lurched as his eyes slowly lowered their gaze to her bountiful, concealed breasts.

“As I said earlier, your body was more durable, so I couldn’t stop myself from getting in on some of the action myself, especially since you were enjoying the sights.”

He let down a large gulp as even as she at the time she was doing yoga over top of him, she knew he was masturbation to her naked form. This only made her giggle more.

“You were very resilient though. We knew how defeated you felt, but you showed great strength, and using all available resources at your disposal.”

“Y-Yeah,” he stuttered, happy to moving onto a different topic. “It wasn’t easy, especially after my mom almost swept me up in the sweeper.”

“I did try to stop her to maybe give you time to run under the couch.”

It took a moment for Spencer to compute before slapping his forehead. He very well could have run under the couch, completely safe from the vacuum.

“It was a bold strategy, going back towards the coffee table. It almost worked until they moved it.”

“How did you try to stop her?”

“I called her cell phone, but even when she answered, she didn’t shut it off.”

“That explains why it hovered over me for as long as it did then.”

“Yeah, that did not go as I thought. That was when I made the call the end the test, and made my way to get you out.”

“Your timing was impeccable.”

“I thought so too. I think the dust mites would have won, even with your extra durability.”

“Say, why have me shrink at my house? Why not a controlled environment.”

“Because we need more data on how the human condition is if someone were to shrink so small inside their own home, unaware to all who inhabit it.”

“Couldn’t you have let me know about that?”

“Then the data would have been skewed since you could prepare for such an event.”

“So I did good then?”

“You far exceeded my team’s expectations. And you remember the goal was before we did all this?”

“… Right, you said this could help my height.”

“Go take a step on the scale over there,” she said, motioning with her head.

Looking back, he saw the scale he used back some days ago. Getting out from his seat, he stepped onto it, standing at full height.

“Five foot four?” he said ecstatically, overjoyed he gained two whole inches in height.

“That’s right. We were able to reconfigure your body’s composition to give you a little more length when we restored your size.” Getting up from her chair, she made her way over to the now slightly taller college student. “And you will see your payment in your bank account when you check it next.”

Spencer felt even more excited, knowing he now has more capital to continue his college classes.

“And Spencer..”

“Yeah?”

“If you ever want to be my guinea pig again…” she said as she pulled down the collar of her shirt.

---

Spencer returned back home, standing at the doorway to examine the living room carpet he called home for nearly a week. He got a new perspective seeing how small the room was now, compared to just a day ago. Things felt weird to him as what he experienced is something he’ll never forget. He got down on all fours, getting a good, close look at each carpet strand. He could easily pinch one between his fingers, something that was large as a building before.

He was so engrossed examining the carpet, he did not expect to see Gina’s foot plant down in front of him. “What the heck are you doing?” she asked, with a hand on her hip.

He looked up at her. “Uh, nothing. Don’t worry about it,” he said, getting back up to his feet.

Walking past him, she made her way to the couch, propping her bare feet on the coffee table. “How was your college trip?” she asked as she turned on the TV.

“… Same old,” he lied. “Things going good at work?”

“Yup. Boss lady has me sweeping the floor more often though. I hate cleaning.”

“I see,” he said, plopping down onto the recliner. Just as he did, his mom walked in.

“Hey sweetie,” she said enthusiastically. “I didn’t hear you come in, and Gina, feet off the table.”

“Yeah, just too tired to make noise,” he said as Gina moved her feet over to the arm of the recliner.

“You’re not too tired to make a cool $10 bill to rub my feet, are ya?” she asked with a devilish grin.

Staring at her dainty feet, knowing how they used to be the sized of mountains, can now once again fit on the palm of his hands. And a wave a guilt washed over him, knowing what he did between her toes. And beyond his gaze of her feet, she saw his mom sit down on the other end of the couch, with her bare feet resting on the carpet’s surface. He started feeling weird.

“Is there something wrong with my feet?” she asked.

Snapped out of his train of thought, he shook his head. “No, but I’ll take that ten dollars off your hands though.”

“Massage first.”

“Then I’m next,” his mom said.

Just a couple hours ago, Spencer rejected Brooke’s offer to be her guinea pig, but after all that’s happened, something inside him was awoken. Seeing his mom and sister’s feet at normal sized again, he missed the feeling of being tiny around them. His body urged to shrink down again. With his free hand, he texted Brooke.

“I changed my mind.”