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 head 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.