Chris awoke in near total darkness; night had now completely engulfed the world above. The tiny boy had practically lost all sense of time. His body ached, and his stomach was rumbling with an insatiable hunger as he hadn’t actually eaten anything all day.
Over the past several hours, Chris had drifted in and out of consciousness, unsure if he’d survive the next day and a half. During the daylight hours, Chris heard Mrs. Carson and Rachel walking throughout the ground floor of the house: eating, chatting, doing housework, etc. At one point, he’d even heard someone running what sounded like a vacuum cleaner through the living room. Chris heaved a small sigh of relief. Given the nightmare he’d had the previous night, he was grateful he’d been spared from having to live through THAT particular experience for real.
All afternoon and into the evening hours, Chris attempted in vain to contact the giant women from his oubliette within the floor: calling for Mrs. Carson as she shuffled about the laundry room, gathering up the clothes that she’d washed and dried; and shouting for Rachel when she scoured the pantry looking for a snack. It wasn’t long before Chris was completely hoarse from all his yelling; he ultimately decided to conserve his energy and rest his voice, opting to wait until morning to resume his efforts. Besides, Rachel had barely even heard him with his voice at full strength, now even Chloe couldn’t hear his raspy cries, nor even detect his scent in the floor apparently when the tiny dog sniffed about, looking for the tiny boy she’d lost track of earlier.
As the daylight streaming through windows in the room above began to fade, Chris was finally able to get some semblance of how much time had actually passed. What a day—nay, week—it had been! Instead of hanging out and watching TV like a normal kid would be doing on his or her summer vacation, he’d been nearly squished with a flyswatter, stepped on, washed all over his giant friend’s and her mother’s naked bodies as they showered, stuck inside a butt hole, stuck to a sex toy while constantly being shoved into and out of a giant woman’s vagina, and washed down the drain—all in the span of about 12 hours! Never in his life could Chris have ever imagined being shrunk by his vindictive babysitter, and left literally fighting for his tiny life.
Chris heard a giant pair of feet pounding up the stairs, with the scuttle of paws chasing after; Probably Rachel heading off to bed, he figured. The floorboards above the living room ceiling squeaked as she progressed down the hallway to her bedroom, her footsteps becoming progressively softer as they moved further away, eventually replaced by the sound of a distant door opening and closing.
Not long after, another pair of feet followed suit; no doubt Mrs. Carson heading up to bed after a long day. After countless minutes of hearing the ceiling above the laundry room creak and grown, and the distant sounds of water running through the pipes, the noises diminished to a whisper, then ultimately fell silent, leaving Chris with only thoughts.
The Carson home was now completely still; the two giant occupants above were safely and comfortably tucked into bed, while Chris was left cold and hungry, curled up in a tiny ball, desperate to keep warm. The tiny boy felt completely helpless; the entire day neither giantess had had any notion of his presence. Now that he was trapped in the drain with no foreseeable way out, Chris wondered if he’d be stuck inside until the potion wore off; he shuddered at the thought of having to be imprisoned for another day and a half until he grew large enough to be able to climb out.
His stomach rumbled with hunger, but there was no way satisfy it. All he had to survive on was the near endless supply of water that blocked the far end of the drainpipe. It wasn’t entirely clean, but it quenched his thirst nonetheless.
Chris tried closing his eyes to get some much-needed sleep, but his stomach kept growling—a constant reminder of his extreme hunger. When your stomach is empty, and your mind full of worry and stress, it’s nigh impossible to sleep; yet, having no other options, Chris somehow drifted off to sleep again, unsure of what the next morning would bring.
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Janet Carson yawned as she descended the staircase the following morning, her light-pink, cotton nightgown flowing freely with each graceful step of her soft, bare feet. Despite all of her apprehensions after her conversation with Shannon the previous day, Janet had actually slept pretty well. She still had a lot of concerns, however, and not just for Chris, but for Rachel as well. After calling and leaving a message for Sheila Martin, Chris’s mother, Janet eventually had to sit down and have a talk with her daughter, and admit what was going on. Needless to say, their conversation didn’t make Rachel feel any better.
About 11PM the previous night, Janet had headed upstairs to retire for the evening; before going to bed, however, she turned down the hall to Rachel‘s bedroom to check in and see how she was holding up.
“Hey hon,” Janet said as she entered her daughter’s bedroom, “you still up?”
“Yeah,” Rachel sighed, pausing the video she was watching on her phone before setting in down in her lap, “I....couldn’t sleep.”
“I know,” Janet sympathized, heading over towards the bed, “you’re worried about Chris.”
She could practically see the tears welling up in her eyes daughter’s eyes.
“I just hope he’s okay,” Rachel sobbed, wiping her eyes with her free hand.
“Hey,” Janet said, sitting down on the bed, putting her arms around her daughter’s shoulders and embracing her sympathetically, “I know it’s upsetting, but trust me: everything’s gonna work out fine. We’ll get to the bottom of this, and you and Chris’ll be back hanging out together in no time. For now, there’s no sense worrying yourself sick about it, OK?”
Rachel composed herself, then sniffled, giving her mother an understanding nod. Meanwhile, Chloe, who’d been curled up on the foot of the bed, and sensing her master’s distress, somberly waddled up into Rachel’s lap.
“Hey Chloe,” Rachel sobbed, embracing her dog tightly for emotional support. Janet lightly scratched the dog’s head, praising her empathy for her troubled master.
“Remember, I’m right here if you need me,” Janet continued, grinning at the little dog’s loyalty, “and you’ve got Chloe here to keep you company, too. Now, why don’t you turn off the light a try to get some sleep? You’ll feel better in the morning, I promise.”
“OK, mom,” Rachel sighed. As Janet headed towards the door, Rachel reached over and turned off her lamp, scooting further under the covers to get comfortable.
“Goodnight,” Rachel said.
“Goodnight Rach,” Janet replied, slowly closing the door behind her.
With a new day upon them, Janet hoped today would yield good news, and that she and Rachel could put the whole ordeal behind her.
Janet hit the bottom of the stairs and turned the corner into the kitchen. After pouring herself a large glass of orange juice and setting it on the table, she headed back through the living room and out the front door to grab the morning paper.
The morning air was somewhat warm for it only being just after 8:00; Janet hoped it wouldn’t get too hot that day when she did her yard work. She stepped off the porch and bent down to grab the bag containing the day’s paper, which had landed on the lawn just to the left of the front door.
As she straightened back up, however, Janet had got a sudden chill down her spine. She shot a passing glance at the Martin home, pondering the exchange she’d had with Shannon the previous day, biting her lip anxiously. Janet didn’t want to assume the worst, but in this day and age, if one suspects child abuse, or even molestation, it’s better to be safe than sorry.
Could my concerns be valid? Janet wondered. Am I just overreacting?
She sighed somberly, praying that Chris was alright, then slowly headed back inside.
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Chris awoke to the loud creaking of the ceiling over the laundry room. Still groggy from a restless night, he uncurled himself from the ball his tiny body had contorted into to keep warm, sat up, and rubbed his eyes. Someone was awake: probably Mrs. Carson—Rachel wasn’t exactly the “wake up early” type.
Chris listened intently as the thunderous footsteps echoed through the pipe. For the first several minutes, they went to and fro across the floor in an adjacent room. He waited anxiously for whoever it was to enter the laundry room....assuming they ever did, of course.
Then, the footsteps walked away, all but disappearing as a distant door slammed shut.
Chris’s heart sank; he bowed his head in disappointment.
Then, he heard the door open and close again, and the footsteps returned. Chris perked up. The giant person kept walking back and forth, apparently fixing breakfast from the whirring sounds of various appliances starting and stopping.
Suddenly, a huge chair scooted across the floor, screeching loudly. Chris immediately covered his ears and gritted his teeth as the noise echoed throughout the drainpipe.
Finally, the footsteps ceased. The only sounds that emanated from above were the rustling of paper, and the occasional click of a glass.
Chris would have to wait a little longer for help to arrive.
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Rachel awoke to the sound of Chloe pawing and whining at the bedroom door, begging to be let out. She moaned as she rolled over to take a look at the clock: it was just after 8. Rachel wanted to sleep a little longer, but she knew Chloe wouldn’t let up, most likely having to go potty. Unfortunately, having a dog sleep in your room means that you have to accept ALL of the responsibilities that go with it: the upsides and the downsides.
“OK, Chloe. I’m coming,” Rachel groaned as she pushed the covers off her and reluctantly rolled out of bed. She sauntered, still have asleep, over to the door, while the little dog waited impatiently, her paws scratching the floor.
As soon as the door was open, Chloe scurried down the hallway. Rachel was about to give chase, but then realized her mother was probably already awake and could let the dog outside. Wanting to get some more sleep since she’d been up late worrying about Chris, Rachel slowly closed her door and sauntered back to her bed, practically collapsing into her pillow.
“Just one more hour,” she affirmed.
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Janet had just set down her newspaper and finished her coffee, and was contemplating what to make for dinner, when she heard Chloe’s little paws shuffling down the steps. As the dog scurried through he kitchen towards the back door, Janet stood up from the table to let her out. She was half expecting Rachel to be not far behind, but it wasn’t all that uncommon for her daughter to sleep in, especially during the summer months. Janet didn’t mind though: she remembered how she liked to sleep in during the summer while she was break; Rachel was just taking after her mom.
Chris suddenly heard a distant jingling sound; then, the sound of tiny claws scuttling across the kitchen floor.
“Chloe?” he said aloud.
Chris’s eyes grew wide; he gasped with newfound hope.
“CHLOE!” he shouted, frantically standing up. “CHLOE, HELP!”
Janet opened the back door, and Chloe had just crossed the threshold when the little dog suddenly stopped.
“Go on, girl,” Janet said politely, nudging Chloe lightly with her foot. “Go outside; go pee-pee.”
Janet pushed the dog gently out the door, then closed it as soon as Chloe was far enough outside.
“CHLOE, IN HERE!” Chris shouted desperately. Unfortunately, the back door had already closed, dashing his hopes of a quick rescue.
Chloe whined just outside the closed door, begging to be let back in, but Janet wasn’t budging. She knew the dog had to go potty, and wanted to finish her breakfast in peace without being bothered by a dog begging for table scraps. Besides, it was a beautiful morning; Chloe would fine outdoors for a while, at least until Rachel woke up anyway. Until then, Janet was more than happy to enjoy the peace and quiet.
She turned and headed back to the table, but stopped in her tracks about halfway.
“Ooh,” Janet uttered, snapping her fingers, “while I’m up, I need to check to make sure we have some tomato paste.”
Just as Chris bowed his head with disappointment yet again, he heard Mrs. Carson’s voice. Not two seconds later, her giant footsteps were headed his way, and her giant figure appeared overhead as she stepped past.
“MRS. CARSON, DOWN HERE! HELP ME!” Chris shouted up.
Janet stepped into the pantry, stopping in front of the shelving unit were she kept all the canned goods. She quickly located a single can of tomato paste.
“Oh, awesome!” she overstated. That’s when she eyed the single 15oz can of tomato sauce.
“Oh, nuts!” Janet exclaimed, “I don’t have enough tomato sauce! Dang it!”
She shook her head back and forth in defeat.
“Great!” she cursed, “Now, I’m gonna have to stop by the grocery store!”
Then, she perked up a bit.
“Oh well,” Janet sighed, “I need to go out and get some new yoga pants anyway. I can just stop by on my way home.”
She turned and started heading back towards the kitchen.
“Maybe I’ll just do my errands today and put off the yard work until tomorrow. Ooh, yeah! Then I can stop by the hardware store and pick up some new weed clippers!”
“MRS. CARSON!” Chris called again as he heard her voice coming back into the laundry room. “I’M DOWN HERE! PLEASE, LOOK FOR ME!”
The giant woman had been carrying on a conversation with herself for the past minute, forcing him to hold off calling for her until she was between phrases.
Mrs. Carson dipped her head in deep thought as she walked past the drain again.
“UM,” her booming voice uttered as she stopped in her tracks again, “WHAT ABOUT LAUNDRY DETERGENT?”
Chris watched as Mrs. Carson stepped over to a far shelf where several plastic containers were kept. She picked up and shook each one intently, checking the fluid levels in each bottle.
“MRS. CARSON, PLEASE! I’M DOWN HERE! IN THE DRAIN!” Chris shouted in frustration, wanting her to just shut up and find him.
Suddenly, her huge figure turned around and stepped right towards him. Chris’s face contorted in fear as her giant bare foot slammed down directly on top of the drain cover. Huge bits of dirt and dust were suddenly dislodged and crashed down around the tiny boy.
“ACK!” Chris yelped as he frantically dodged the debris. “MRS. CARSON, WATCH IT!”
Chris waited for the rock shower to stop, then gazed upwards again: Mrs. Carson was standing in front of the washing machine, checking another bottle that had apparently been left there.
“MRS. CARSON, I’M DOWN HERE! HELP!”
From his position inside the drain, Chris currently had a colossal view of her backside: it was covered by a smooth-flowing, pink nightgown that ended just below her thighs. Had the drain been any closer in proximity to the washing machine, he would’ve been able to see right up to her crotch. Nonetheless, every couple of seconds, the humongous woman would lean over the machine, kicking out her left leg, flashing Chris a peek at her nightgown’s matching panties.
The tiny boy cringed slightly; the embarrassing memory of being shoved inside Mrs. Carson’s vagina the prior day had resurfaced, and was now burned into his mind.
Then, his face softened; he looked back up at the gargantuan woman as she fiddled about. For a moment, despite what she’d unknowingly put him through the day before, Chris reminisced about how kind Mrs. Carson has always been to him: always happy to see him when he came over, bringing snacks for Rachel and himself, and she never once was concerned about Rachel and Chris being by themselves, even on the rare occasions when they were up in Rachel’s room. Maybe it was because they’d grown up together, and Mrs. Carson viewed him more as a family member rather than the neighbor boy, or maybe she’d never even given it a second thought, thinking that Chris he was too young to even contemplate trying anything.
He had honestly never really thought about Mrs. Carson as anything more than Rachel’s mom. Although, after having experienced what he had, and having seen her naked in the shower, he realized just how good looking she was for a mom. Even now, in her nightgown, and with her behind facing him, he couldn’t help but feel little aroused...
Chris quickly snapped out of it!
“Chris, get ahold of yourself!” he commanded himself, “This is Rachel’s MOM for crying out loud!
“MRS. CARSON, PLEASE!” he shouted up, resuming his efforts to contact her. “I’M DOWN HERE, IN THE DRAIN! PLEASE, LOOK FOR ME!”
For a moment, while she was scurrying about the laundry room, checking for any items in need of replenishment, Janet thought she heard a tiny buzzing noise. After scratching her ear and scanning the room to see if a fly had flown in, she shrugged it off and went back to work.
As Janet turned away from the washing machine and moved towards the kitchen, she unconsciously scratched a small itch on her side, and happened to notice a loose thread hanging of the right seam of her nightgown.
“Ugh!” she sighed as she quickly twirled the thread around one of her fingers and gave a swift tug, snapping it off. Then, she used her thumb and forefinger to flick it off her hand before heading back into the kitchen.
Chris watched helplessly as the giant Mrs. Carson ignored his cries.
Then, he saw her fiddling with something on the side of her nightgown, flicking it away as she stepped over the drain.
“NO, MRS. CARSON! PLEASE, COME BACK!” Chris begged as her colossal form passed overhead, footsteps booming away.
He was just about to lose all hope when something fell onto the drain grate. It appeared to be a loose thread Mrs. Carson had pulled off her nightgown. By sheer luck, it had not only landed directly onto the drain, but it had draped itself over the grate, with one of the ends dangling down into the pipe, stopping just a couple of inches over the tiny boy’s head.
Chris eyed the string intently: it was like a rope dangling down from heaven above, and it appeared to be just strong enough to support his weight.
He had his escape plan; he just needed to grab it!
Chris jumped as high as he could, stretching his arms to reach the dangling end of the thread. At his reduced size and weight, he was actually able to jump higher than he normally would, but he still wasn’t able to reach it.
In a last ditch effort, Chris backed all the way up to the side of the pipe, took a running start, and leaped into the air...
...and was just barely able to grasp the end of the string with both hands.
The thread quickly dropped from the added weight, as minuscule as it was, then just as suddenly caught on an imperfection in the iron and steel grating. Chris’s tiny hands dug into the thread as it jerked to a vertical stop, swinging him through the air wildly, but the tiny boy held fast; he wasn’t about to let this opportunity slip through his fingers....literally.
Thankfully, it wasn’t long before the thread’s swinging came to a near stop. Chris breathed a sigh of relief; his escape plan actually had a chance of working.
Now came the hard part.
Chris wasn’t exactly the best climber; thankfully, however, his minuscule weight wasn’t too difficult to pull up the rope. Garnering every bit of strength he could muster, he slowly but surely began climbing upwards. It would take a while, but Chris had his spider’s thread out of the underworld.
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Rachel slowly opened her eyes, tilted her head, and stared at the clock on her nightstand: it was just after nine. She’d actually managed to get another 45 minutes of sleep! Feeling much more refreshed, Rachel moaned softly as she stretched her arms, eventually pushing herself up and out of bed. She would still have preferred to sleep a little longer, but she figured if she was tired later on that day, she’d just take a nap on the couch.
Rachel walked down the hall, stopping in the bathroom for a quick pitstop, then headed downstairs. She found her mother sitting at the kitchen table, enjoying a cup of coffee and a cinnamon roll, and reading her morning paper.
“Morning Rach,” Janet said positively as she lowered her newspaper.
“Mmh, morning mom,” Rachel sighed reservedly, rubbing her eyes.
“Did you sleep OK?” her mother asked.
“Yeah, I slept fine,” Rachel replied. “Did you let Chloe outside?”
“Yeah, she came down earlier, so I let her out. I was half expecting you to be right behind.”
“Well, I figured I’d try to get a little more sleep. I was....up kinda late.”
“Yeah I know, hun, and I’m sorry. Are you feeling any better this morning?”
“A little,” Rachel nodded.
“Good, you want me to fix you anything for breakfast?”
“No, that’s OK. I-I’ll just have a bowl cereal. Do we have any Cheerios?”
“Uh, yeah. Check the pantry.”
“OK,” Rachel nodded, already heading for the laundry room.
Chris’s climb had been slow going; it seemed like he’d been at it for nearly an hour. He thought his arms were going to give out, so he tried bracing himself with his foot during breaks to give his arms and hands some semblance of a respite.
He had just reached the underside of the drain grate when he heard the ceiling above the laundry room creaking from footsteps on the floor above. Chris figured Rachel must’ve been awake, but he re-centered his focus on climbing. Even when he heard Rachel‘s voice echoing from the other room, he made the decision not to call for help; he didn’t want to waste his energy, opting to wait until he was completely out of he drain to call for help.
With his last few bits of strength, Chris planted his feet on the vertical surface of the metal slat, and pulled himself the last few feet to the top. Tired and out of breath, Chris flopped his upper torso up onto the drain grate, his legs still dangling off the side.
“Oh, would you check on Chloe for me?” Rachel said to her mother, stopping just shy of the doorway into the laundry room, “She might wanna come back in.”
“Oh, hunny,” her mother moaned, “can we leave her outside for a while, at least until after breakfast? You know I don’t like her begging for scraps.”
“OK, fine,” Rachel shrugged, raising her hands defensively.
Chris suddenly heard footsteps blooming behind him. He turned his head just in time to see Rachel‘s giant right foot bearing down. He yelped as it impacted just to the left of the drain cover, sending shockwaves resonating across the grate.
“EEK! RACHEL, WATCH OUT!” Chris squealed as he held on tightly, trying not get thrown back into the drain.
While the giant girl obliviously continued through the laundry room and into the pantry, Chris pushed himself up and hastily traversed the rest of the crossbar of the drain grate to the cold, concrete floor. He stopped for a moment to catch his breath; all that climbing had completely sapped his energy. Chris collapsed onto the floor, bracing himself with his hands to break his fall; he was so weak and hungry, he could hardly even stand anymore.
“Man,” he panted breathlessly, “I’d give anything for a bite to eat right now!”
Rachel quickly scoured the pantry for an unopened box of Cheerios. Despite being a young teenager, she wasn’t really big on sugary cereals, and could easily just snack on the plain kind all day.
“Ah, here it is!” Rachel said, quickly retrieving and opening the box. She was fiddling with the bag as she headed back to the kitchen, trying to snag a couple quick handfuls. Unfortunately, trying to walk and open a sealed bag at the same time proved to dexterous a task for her: in one swift move, Rachel tugged hard on the bag, ripping it open as she lost her grip on the box. It tumbled out of her hands, landing on the floor with a slap, spilling a wave of Cheerios across the smooth concrete...
Chris’s reeled in terror a the giant box smacked the floor with a deafening *SLAP*, hurtling a tidal wave of giant Cheerios in his direction.
“HEEEEEELLLLLP!” he screamed as he took off in the opposite direction, trying to avoid being crushed beneath the avalanche of cereal headed his way. Out of sheer desperation, Chris jumped as high as he could to escape the onslaught. At the apex of his jump, a huge Cheerio slammed square into his upper torso; the tiny boy was smacked several feet through the air, spinning end over end, and landing hard enough on top of another piece of cereal that he actually cracked the surface. Chris clung to the cereal bit as it slid across the floor, coming to a stop a short distance away.
“Ow!” he strained as he regained his composure, shaking his head to dull the pain.
Then, his eyes widened; it was food! Without even thinking, Chris took several huge bites out of the surface of the Cheerio, tuning out the rest of the world as he quickly swallowed and dug in again. Despite the painful delivery system, his prayers for food had been answered.
“Damn it!” Rachel cursed loudly.
Mrs. Carson quickly got up from her seat and scurried to the pantry to see what had happened.
“Oh, come on Rach, really?!”
“Sorry, mom, it was an accident.”
“For Pete’s sake, couldn’t you have just waited ‘til you were at the table to open it?!”
“It’s fine,” Rachel said, trying to calm her mother down, “I’ll get it cleaned up. Could you please let Chloe in for me?”
“No,” Janet snapped, “absolutely NOT! Not when there’s food on the floor. You know I don’t like her to have table scraps!”
“But mom—“
“No ‘buts’ missy!” Janet interrupted. “She’s staying outside until you get this mess cleaned up!”
“Fine,” Rachel sighed, picking up the spilled box.
“Oh shoot!” Janet suddenly exclaimed.
“What?!” Rachel replied, startled.
“It’s Thursday!”
“Yeah, and...”
“It’s trash day! Here, get this swept up and then take the trash out to the curb! I’ll take out the recycling in the meantime.”
“Aw, come on mom,” Rachel whined. “Really?!”
“I don’t wanna hear it, Rach. Now, hurry and get this mess cleaned up and take out the trash!”
“Alright,” Rachel sighed again, trying to cease her mother’s nagging. She stepped over to the corner and grabbing a grey-handled, nylon broom with an attached dustpan from a wall-mounted cleaning rack. She pulled off the dustpan, setting it down on the washing machine, then went about cleaning up: she pulled the larger bundle of cereal together, then moved to sweep up the stragglers.
“NOOOOOOOO!” Chris shouted hysterically as his giant friend headed right for him with the broom. He frantically jumped down from his Cheerio, hoping to make hasty retreat.
It was no use: as he hit the floor the huge broom flew overhead, its grey bristles landing on the far side of the spill.
“NO, RACHEL! STOP!” Chris shouted as the giant broom head straight for him. He quickly took off running, desperately trying to outrun the massive bristles scraping across the floor like an ocean wave. He darted between the monstrous inner tubes of cereal, trying to make his way out of the endless maze.
“RACHEL! RACHEL, HELP!” he shouted to the giantess overhead, waving frantically, hoping she’d spot him before the broom overtook him.
Suddenly, Rachel lifted the broom off the floor. Chris dove to the ground as it passed overhead, the wind nearly blowing his body across the smooth, concrete floor. He pushed himself up as he watched the broom soar through the air to the far end of the pile nearest the washing machines. By sheer luck, Chris was actually close to the opposite end of the scattered cereal; he might just be able to make it out of harm’s way.
Chris darted as fast as he could away from the broom, frantically searching for the edge of the maze of Cheerios. After a couple of quick turns, the floor opened up to a sea of grey concrete.
He’d made it! He was in the clear! Chris sprinted across the open floor, trying to get as far away as possible...
*BOOM*
Rachel’s right foot impacted the floor directly in front of him, sending a microburst of air in his direction.
“ACK!” Chris yelped as he flew backwards, landing hard on his back. Had he been any closer, Rachel would have stepped down right on top of him. He quickly pushed himself up off the floor, eyeing the giant, bare foot before him. His means of escape had been cut off!
“RACHEL, I’M DOWN HERE!” he shouted up in vain. “PLEASE, RACHEL! DON’T SWEEP ME UP!”
Thankfully, Chris’s proximity to Rachel’s foot meant he was somewhat safe from being swept up for the moment, but he needed to get out of the line of fire, and fast! Thinking quickly, he darted alongside her foot towards the heel, hoping he could make it under and through her legs before...
Rachel’s foot suddenly lifted out of the way, stepping down several yards away; Chris reeled from the sudden void left in its wake. He struggled to stay on his feet, but it didn’t matter: the brooms giant bristles touched down on the floor only a few feet from his position, each fiber a mammoth X-shaped column, so large that the tiny boy could actually make out the imperfections in the otherwise smooth surfaces.
“RACHEEEEELLLLL!” Chris shouted as the huge bristles swept over him, sweeping him up into a bundle of fibers. He outstretched his arms, reaching for anything he could grab ahold of. Somehow, he managed to get a grip on a small nick in one of the fibers; he quickly wrapped his tiny arms and legs around it and held tight. Chris screamed for mercy as he was pulled along, but no one could hear his pleas for help. All he could do now was hang on for dear life while the gigantic broom continued it’s deadly work.
Rachel, still completely oblivious of the excitement that was happening down at her feet, continued sweeping up the scattered pieces of cereal, unable to distinguish the tiny human boy from the dirt, dust, and debris on the floor below. After a few minutes, she’d finally gathered all the loose pieces of cereal and dirt into a medium-sized pile. She hastily retrieved the dustpan from atop the washing machine, and bent down to scoop it up.
“AAAAAAAAH!” Chris screamed in terror as the immense dustpan scraped along the floor towards him; a huge pile of Cheerios and dirt started crowding the bristles of the broom as everything was pushed into the pan all at once. Chris desperately tried to hold on, but as huge boulders of cereal bits impacted the nylon fiber Chris was clinging to, they easily dislodged his tiny body, sending him tumbling into the debris pile.
Rachel finished sweeping the last bits of dirt and debris into the dustpan and stood back up, setting the broom off to the side; then, she carefully carried the now full dustpan into the kitchen, stopping just in front of the garbage can. She pressed her bare foot onto the pedal at the base of the trash can, lifting the lid open, then slowly tilted the dustpan forward...
Chris tried to brace himself, but nothing could prepare him for the imminent fall. The giant dustpan tilted forward, slowly spilling its contents into the trashcan. The tiny boy screamed in terror as he slid forward, his arms flailing about, desperately grabbing for anything to arrest his descent. In an instant, his tiny body, along with a few bits of cereal, slipped off the edge of the dustpan pan and dropped into the hungry trashcan below.
Chris’s tiny body bounced off the surface of the pile of garbage just inside the can and tumbled towards one of the sides of the trash bag. He tried standing up, but everything around him was shifting and quivering in a massive earthquake, countering his efforts.
Chris braced himself, and stared up into Rachel’s giant face, his eyes desperately begging her to look down in his direction; alas, the giant girl was preoccupied, un-cuffing the sides of the trash bag from the can.
Suddenly, Chris was thrust downwards! The G-forces generated from Rachel lifting the bag out of the trash can we’re so strong that the tiny boy couldn’t move. He gritted his teeth and strained...
The pressure released, and all the forces holding him down completely reversed. For a brief moment, Chris was weightless.
Then....impact...
Rachel plunged the trash bag onto the floor, compressing its contents. A small cloud of dust kicked up from the top of the garbage heap; Rachel turned her head and coughed as she tugged on the drawstrings on either side of trash bag, pulling it closed. Then, she quickly tied the loose ends of the drawstrings into a knot, wrapped her right hand firmly over the mouth of the garbage bag, and hurried towards the front door to discard it outside.
Giantess World
Author's Chapter Notes:
WEDNESDAY/THURSDAY