Shrinking Cycle pt. 2 by daftpunk

I was in a world of  hurt. My eyes had been rubbed raw and a thick layer of viscous saliva  lay ponding over them in small, sticky pools that I struggled to see  through. Looking through the spit, I could still make out the gigantic,  blurry visage of my smiling step-mother examining my body. Trying to  relax, I reassured myself it would all be over soon.

Felicity's soft fingers glided over my face and hair, exploring every  inch of my head. In a way, it felt very nice and I was thankful for the  break. It would only be a matter of time before she realised I was  missing and could finally help me.   As she curiously squeezed and felt  my body her other hand raised a giant bottle and straw to her lips,  which were parting slowly right before my eyes.

With a quick practised motion the straw plunged into her mouth and  the enourmous lips rapidly clamped around it with an intimidatingly  tight seal. They began to squeeze and pulse as Felicity's cheeks sucked  in tightly, revealing her cheek bones and drawing massive amounts of  what I assumed was her daily protein shake up to her mouth. She  resembled an athletic deity and I couldn't get over the fact this was my  short and shy, mousy step-mom.

My mouth went dry and I couldn't look away, mesmerized and  intimidated by the facial motions of the thirsty, unaware woman holding  me impossibly close.

"Wow..."

Felicity's giant eyes continued to focus on me from above, oblivious  to my consciousness as she looked into my eyes.  Sounding something like  a wave or a waterfall, I could hear the liquid splashing against her  uvula and falling down into the back of her throat, followed by a lewd GULP... GLUCK... GULP... GLUCK..

Felicity thirstily swallowed everything down.  I saw her throat  undulating in a wave-like motion and a strange warmness came over me,  but i wasn't sure why.

GURGLE...

She finished her drink and her throat made an odd sound.

"Here it comes..", I thought.

I was waiting for the sound everyone makes when they finish a refreshing drink.

Halfway between a sigh and a moan Felicity exhaled her sweet, milky breathe once more over my body...

"Aaaah"...

Utterly humiliated and helpless between the hands of my caring  step-mother, I couldn't help but notice the softness of the middle of  her walm palms.   She clenched my lower half like one would grip an  action-figure, and in that moment that was exactly what I felt like.

Felicity's cute, geeky visage made me feel like I was now her newest  collectible.  Like I had seen her do many times before with her crystal  collection I knew I wouldnt be put down until I had been thoroughly  examined, which was both a good and bad thing for me right now.   Felicity brought me even closer to her face, overwhelming me with her  focused, neutral gaze.

I felt like a spy, watching someone in secret It reminded me of one  night of my childhood when I had curiously peeped through the bathroom  keyhole to Felicity's ensuite when looking for her, not prepared for  what I would see.

"Oohh..."

The warm feeling returned and I felt a tingle travel down my spine.

The skin at the base of her fingers was calloused and tough from what  I assumed was a result of her weekly pump classes at the gym, aiding  her tight grip on me.   I prayed that Felicity wouldn't open her hand to  see my crotch. It would have been agonizingly embarassing, although  perhaps she might have thought it was part of my doll body.

Internally, I groaned and gasped while my johnson stood to attention,  becoming trapped between two of Felicity's curled fingers. The heat and  pulsing stimulation, although unintentional made it hard to think  straight.  ... ...  Felicity's fleshy wrinkles overwhelmed and smothered  me repeatedly.

I felt like I was drowning between her supple, slender hands that  squeezed and tugged my limbs like I was on a torture rack.   Unintentionally, my face was pressed directly into a rough callous which  to a regular observer would have been almost imperceptible.

My eyes and nose burst through a small hole in the dry, ridged skin  and slammed into the silky smooth layer of new pink flesh forming  underneath.

...

Felicity began to trace her fingers over the doll's face and lips. Stopping over it's mouth, her eyebrows raised in surprise.

The doll seemed to have a mouth cavity!

...

I now began to panic and my mind stuttered, on edge. The tip of  Felicity's pointer finger was resting on my mouth and began to push  forward. It parted my lips and jaw with the utmost of ease. The neatly  cut fingernail painfully scraped along the roof of my mouth as it  unrelentingly surged forward towards the back my throat, filling up  every possible space and getting progressively wider in diameter.

My eyes watered and I needed to cough! Alarmingly, Felicity's finger  showed no sign of slowing, the ridged pad of her fingertip gliding  endlessly over my tongue.

*GLRKKK! AGHHH!*

Finally, I counted one...   *GLRK!*

...then two...  *ECCGH*

... wide bony knuckles pass my lips and I felt pressure on the inside  of my neck as Felicity's finger caused it to bulge out on its journey  downwards. Impaled on her dainty finger, I heard her giggling playfully  and innocently, unaware of her lewd actions.

With a slam, my face and mouth finally collided into the silky smooth  fleshy webbing to either side of the finger. It had entered and  penetrated as far as it could. I took a breathe in through my nose as  best I could, the sweaty scent of her palm overpowering me, my shallow  inhales apparently unnoticeable to my enourmous step-mother. Rapidly,  the long finger withdrew from my mouth, and I reminded myself that  Felicity wasn't torturing me on purpose.  I saw her playful smile and  for a second I was glad that I could make her happy.

*I forgive y-  EECGH*

Before i knew it my thoughts were cut off as the next finger on her hand plunged deep inside, cutting off my breathing.

*No!*

In...

and out...

in...

and out...

My gag reflex was being constantly triggered by her innocent  fidgeting which controlled my airways.  Also, my taste buds were picking  up all sorts of intense flavours, like salted caramel protein powder  particles that had stuck to her skin. Some more subtle flavours also  presented themselves depending on which finger was roughly inserted.

Felicity's pinky finger on her left hand left behind an intensely  waxy taste that lingered on my tongue. My taste buds were overwhelmed by  the mind-blowing salty flavour forced into me at my reduced size.

"So.. thirsty.."

Although her fingers looked clean, I found that being so small and  up-close to them let me deduce her day's activities. The taste at the  base of each her fingers reminded me of a women's gym. In particular, it  tasted how I imagined an old exercise mat would. One used and abused by  thousands of fit, sweaty, barefoot women in group classes.  Felicity's  constant manhandling had caused me to become dizzy and I was begging for  it to stop.

It seemed I barely had time to comprehend my current tortured  situation before Felicity innocently created another for me. I looked  back up at her massive, smiling face beaming over me. Nothing had yet  changed... she was still unaware of my consciousness.

Oddly, she seemed to be giving me a thumbs up signal, her mighty  thumb raised above her closed fist ahead of me near her lips. Her eyes  narrowed and squinted curiously and her lips pursed together and moved  to the side as if she were contemplating something. My step-mother's  eyes looked back and forth between me and her thumb and I could tell she  was trying to make some judgement or other.

"Thumbs up? What is she doing now?"

Ominously, Felicity's  large, knobbly thumb slowly tipped over  towards me until it seemed to be pointing towards me. It's wide, fleshy  pad glistened in the morning light and the broad, natural finger-nail  was seemingly aimed at my face.

I focused on something in the distance in an attempt to avoid looking at the thumb, terrified.

"WHO IS THAT?"

Afraid, I noticed a stranger outside the corner of the bedroom  window. Felicity was sitting on the bed with her back to the window and  had no idea.

A pair of pretty, feminine, green eyes peered inside. They were  opened wide and locked onto mine, matching my gaze. Half of the woman's  face was covered by a white medical mask looped around the ears,  contrasting her olive brown skin. Her hair wasn't visible as she was  wearing a colourful head covering.

She seemed familiar...

The stranger's hand pressed firmly against the glass while the other  hand held a digital camera, long and slim fingers operating the device  focused on me clutched in Felicity's hand.

Despair overcame me and my head throbbed. Every muscle in my body was  tensed up, ready to bolt, but my body didn't respond. I had barely been  awake for long and this shrinking paralysis was already torturous.

As if to hammer in the message, Felicity innocently clamped a finger  on either side of my head with the force of a vice-grip and guided it  towards her dainty thumb.  She smiled warmly down over my body from high  above. It was hard not to feel encouraged by that, but at the same time  I was terrified at what she might do to me unawares.

Witg a great deal of apprehension I noticed the woman in the window was gone...

A large, sweaty handprint on the glass was all that remained.

Felicity's thumb begin to move towards me and I whimpered in my mind,

"Please...   No.."

"I'm... not a toy!

"Too...    Big!"

The thumb surged towards my mouth!

"It's not going to fit!"

"GLGHHRCKK....!"

*STRAIN*

....................

....   Vision... fading...

The spying woman's green, clinical eyes appeared in my mind's eye, massive and uncomfortably near as I fainted.

I came out of a daze to find I was  still in Felicity's fist, although she was now distracted by her mobile  phone in her other hand.

I could see that she had updated her instagram story and tagged some friends with a photo of my shrunken form in her grasp.

It was captioned. Horrified, I tried to read it.

"Hey guys, does anyone know where to buy these cute toys?

Felicity looked down at me, and tilted her head to the  side, a very neutral look on her face. I was definitely not used to  being looked at and handled like an object. It was terrifying. Felicity  used a finger to push her thick glasses up her nose. She looked back at  the phone and continued typing.

"This boy doll kind of looks like my step-son. Is it customised?"

She had clearly mistaken me for a doll, although I was in  fact still flesh and bone, just reduced in size. I stressed that I would  be permanently injured if she or someone else thought I was made of  some kind of rubber. The clock was ticking.

Felicity had been scrolling down her social media app for a few minutes when suddenly the phone emitted a cheery chime.

[1] 1 New Message from Jaqueline

My step-mom smiled and subconsciously squeezed me tight in  her tiny hand, painfully expelling all the air in my lungs and crushing  me with surprising grip strength for a petite woman. I estimated myself  to be about 3 inches tall by the way my head barely poked out of her  fist.

Her pointer finger unfurled from my neck and I was able to  take an extremely shallow breath, my body aching as the air managed to  find it's way into my into my tightly clenched lungs.

Felicity moved the finger and my body towards the phone,  accidentally giving me more of a chance to view the bright screen as I  was taken along for the ride. Her pointer was about to mash the  notification icon when...

DLING!

[2] 1 New Message from Mitsuko

The bright screen temporarily blinded me as I was held close to to it.

DLING! DLING! DLING! DLING!

[6] New messages from Maria, Diana, Hatice and Sammy

Felicity's face lit up and beamed down over the phone as her friends replied to her.

She opened the first message from Jaqueline, her work  colleague and personal trainer, only five or so years older than Jeremy.  She was a handsome, long-faced, muscular blonde who had recently  emigrated from Australia. Jeremy had only seen her a few times during  her visits to his house to train with Felicity in her studio at the back  of the house.

He had often wished to be a fly on the wall to spy on these  workouts. The thuds and booms of the women's jumping and lunging feet  often drew him to the closed door of the studio, where he would try to  think of any excuse to go in, such as offering Jaqueline a cold drink or  a snack. Unfortunately, although she was only a few years older than  him she had confused him for a younger boy and he hadn't ever felt  confident enough to correct her. One day, after peeking through the  keyhole for a while he went inside and handed her a cold glass of water.  She had placed a large, tan hand on his head and ruffled his hair.

"Thanks possum", she had cooed gently, stroking his hair.

Gulping down the water in one swig she had turned to  Felicity with her hand still on Jeremy's head and said "Soon as I find  myself a bloke I could see myself starting a family with a couple of  ankle biters of my own!".

The women laughed, and Felicity didn't appear to notice  Jeremy's embarassment, as she still hadn't come to terms with the fact  that her kids were nearing adulthood.

'You'd make a good wife", Felicity encouraged.

"More like trouble and strife", said Jaqueline, and the women laughed together.

He remembered the touch of Jaqueline's warm, sweaty palm on  his forehead, almost gripping his entire head like a basketball, and he  blushed, tingling inside, trying to ignore how far out of his league  the athletic Australian was. It never hurt to dream.

Back in the present, Jaqueline's photo showed her smooth  knees and bulging golden calves, looking down onto the floor. She seemed  to have taken a photo while sitting down on a workout bench, as there  were heavy dumbell weights next to each of her large tennis shoes,  planted flat on the floor. Her socks appeared moist and darkened from  what Jeremy could see, clinging to her ankles.

Finally, he noticed the real subject of the photo, and his mouth became dry while he felt a surge of hope and then dread.

In the small gap between her feet was what appeared to a  small man, naked, and half the size of the giant, girly sport shoes. He  knew straight away that this person had shrunk like him and also had no  strength to move their limbs or communicate in any way.

Horrified, Jeremy looked a bit closer and noticed the man's  body was covered head to toe in a criss-cross pattern of deep  indentations resembling the bottom of a woman's exercise shoe. His arms  and legs were bent at very odd angles, but he still looked to be in one  piece and his eyes were narrow but definitely open. His genitals were so  flattened they were apparently no longer visible. He had probably  incurred the intense, accidental trampling of a lifetime under several  women's feet during their workouts at the foot of the bench. He was so  grimy he almost blended in to the patterned rubber floor.

Jeremy fearfully looked up at Felicity and thought it  possible that she could have been one of those women, as she would have  been at the women's gym with Jaqueline before work. He imagined himself  down on the floor at Felicity's feet and couldn't imagine bearing the  entire weight of his petite step-mom, when her hands so easily  controlled him. With nothing between him and the hard gym floor the  other man's bones must have been agonizingly trampled and marched on  while various women lifted weights in front of mirror, unaware.

A message accompanied Jaqueline's photo, "How bizarre! I  found one this morning after you left. There was no staff member at the  front desk so i'm still carrying it around... I guess we didn't notice  it next to the bench during our workout. Looks like it was expensive.

BTW you forgot your gym bag and work shoes! I'll bring them tomorrow for our training session.

Felicity typed back,

"Hmm... strange. I didn't see the guy at the front desk  this morning either. You know, that toy kind of looks like him, huh!  Maybe it belongs to him or his girlfriend? Hope you find the owner!

I'm so forgetful, thank you! I had to wear these runners at  the hospital all day. Come over here tomorrow afternoon, we can train  in the back room."

Felicity worked her way one by one through the rest of the messages.

My distress rising as I saw picture after picture of  shrunken guys, some well-known to me, clutched in the hands or at the  feet of my step-mom's friends, family and colleagues.

One man appeared to be at bursting point, trapped in the  fist of our regular housecleaner, Mitsuko, or Mitsy for short. She was a  young asian woman, very strict, shy and cold, but a very close family  friend. In fact, she had babysitted me when I was a child. I had  developed quite the crush on her, even with, or maybe because of her  no-nonsense attitude. Tonight, she was apparently making her rounds  around the neighbourhood cleaning houses for her clients.

Mitsy's knuckles were white from clenching a doll shaped  figure close to the camera lens. They contrasted her smooth yellow skin.  The poor man's eyes were literally bulging from his face, mouth open in  a silent gasp for air while the oblivious cleaner's fingers constricted  him from neck to toe. I would have grimaced if I could, shocked at the  crushing torture Mitsy was dispensing unknowingly. A strange part of me  wanted to see what had happened to him after the photo.

"Big messes today! Lots of clothes on floors and kids  dropping toys. I have to take toys away! Very innapropriate! I come  early to clean OK? Lucky Jeremy and Elly so clean so I not take long!"

I became more aware of my nakedness, pressed and smushed  into Felicity's warm palm of stiffness inducing wrinkles. Mitsy had  honed in on the fact that the strange 'toys' had genitals, but it was  not yet clear if my step-mom had understood the message, having never  inspected me down there herself.  Felicity's brow furrowed, her pretty  face demonstrating confusion over the last part of Mitsy's message.

"Innapropriate?"

I saw Felicity's giant mouth form the word but make no  sound, and my heart raced. I tried not to think about the soft, ridged  skin unintentionally carressing my stiffness below.

My captress put down her phone and lifted me close to her  eyes. I stared back, unblinking, keeping up my charade of lifelessness  even though I had very little choice in the matter.

Her sticky hand began to unfurl, peeling off my body, and I  knew in a few seconds my near-sighted step-mom would know what Mitsy  was talking about.

Suddenly, Felicity's eyebrows furrowed and her eyes lowered  to my lower body. She leaned in closer over me and seemed to be trying  to focus on something, something I never wanted her to see.

No, no, no...

I soon felt pleasant alternating warm and cold buffets of  air from her nostrils on my legs and crotch as Felicity honed in on her  target through her thick, cute, eye-glasses.

I became even more anxious. The room was strangely silent and still.

Please don't touch down there!

A giant thumb and forefinger hovered over me and loomed  above menacingly... They began to lower down towards my waist, slightly  apart, as if they were about to pinch and pluck. My heart pounded and  now the fingertips were so close I could feel the heat emanating from  their moist pads.

Felicity's curious fingers rapidly began to close in on  eachother like a soft, fleshy vice-grip, My helpless phallus the target  of their investigation. I mentally braced myself.

"MOM! I'm home!"

I heard my step-sister's muffled voice from far away.

Felicity looked up quickly, accidently tipping her hand to  the side. My fleshy, living platform was no longer flat and I rolled off  into the void, the world spinning around me.

Aaaaaaarrghhhhh!

...

OOF!

My body struck Felicity's muscled thigh, knocking the wind  from me. I bounced off her lap and off the bed before once again  colliding with her. This time I ricocheted off of her taut and pale calf  muscle, landing in a bruised heap on my back down on the carpet.

Dazed and battered, colours and shapes danced before my  eyes and and so began an entirely new sensory experience of sights,  sounds, tastes, feelings and in particular, smells.

I was on the floor.

"Hey Mom!"

I heard the musical voice again, echoing from another distant part of my cavernous house.

Eleanor. She was home!

Muscles and tendons effortlessly contracted. Rubber and  polyster squeaked and strained as the two Nike running shoes parked  either side of me supported the weight of a goddess sized mom rising to  her feet.

I had now had a front row seat to the ascension of Felicity.

The view from below was something else. Even Felicity's  dainty, knobbly ankles dwarfed me. Down there, it was difficult to get a  sense of scale. I only had vague points of reference that I could  recognise. Pretty knees, thick thighs dissapearing into a circus tent  sized pair of athletic shorts, the shadowy underside of her bust.

Felicity was smiling and looking straight ahead towards the door of the room, apparently having already forgotten about me.

This was what a bug must feel like...

To put salt on the wound I remembered that the moving mountain of a woman in front of me was the smallest woman in town...

"Elly!" my step-mom exclaimed.

I lay there on my back and tried to count the areas of my  body that weren't in pain, but that was impossible. Each difficult  breathe came slowly, the air heavy with sweat-infused humidity.

"I'm coming to open the door, just a sec!"

Felicity's right foot tilted up and swung over my body. I  tried to make my last thoughts count, the treads of the shoe briefly  hovering over my chest before SMASHING mightily down onto the floor, the  end of the arc just behind my head. My paralysed form jolted and danced  on the floor from the reverberation, causing my head to painfully hit  the carpet again.

The vinegary miasma emanating from within the deceptive,  brightly coloured shoe buffeted my body and tears formed in the corners  of my eyes. The heel of her shoe was impossibly close to me. I looked up  beyond a moist sock and shapely, dew-covered ankle to see the longest  leg I had ever seen.

The other foot swung by me ahead of it's partner and I felt  myself release a sigh of relief. Today wasn't my day to be compressed  under a distracted woman's shoe.

Felicity had left the room to let Eleanor into the house and I was left to myself and my racing thoughts.

It was hard to judge whether or not she had discovered my  'realistic parts' as Felicity was a very hands-on person when it came to  compensating for her eye-sight. Eleanor couldn't have come home at a  better time.

....

The front door swung open and Felicity rushed out to embrace her shy daughter.

Eleanor smiled and playfully sighed, "Aww mom. I'm still wet and sandy from the beach!"

She was wearing only her bikini bottoms and high school  blouse on top, the rest of her uniform in her bag. Her feet were bare,  her soles alternating in lifting off the scorching pavement to reduce  the heat, giving her a bounce to her posture.

"I don't care, Elly! It's been a long day and all I need is my kids to look after", Felicity replied.

The young mom stood on her tip toes and gave her daughter a kiss on the cheek before ushering her inside.

"How was school?"

"I'll tell you inside, mom, the ground is burning hot from the sun!

Mother and daughter both moved into the front living room.

Eleanor used one hand to hold her opposite shoulder. "My  arm still hurts from the vaccination yesterday, but apparently that's  normal.  A few other kids didn't come into school so I must be OK".

Felicity lifted up her T-shirt's sleeve to reveal a mini circular bandaid identical to Eleanor's.

"My arm is a little sore aswell", she said. "I've been  giving those flu shots to people all day down at the clinic. You'll be  alright."

Eleanor took her lunch box from her schoolbag and unpacked it neatly on the kitchen counter.

"Ucgh. Finals are in a week and I have sooo much studying to do. I just want to go to the beach or the pool."

Felicity smiled, amused by her daughter's perfectionism. She was a straight A student and a book-worm.

"Something tells me you'll be fine", she replied knowingly.  Just don't let any silly boys distract you and after you graduate  you're going to be able to get into any university in the country."

Eleanor rebuked, "I get it mom, no boyfriends. Even though  i've never even had one before! You always make it very clear. Anyway,  guys don't like tomboys."

"I'm not sure that's true." Felicity reached up to put a reassuring hand on Eleanor's slim shoulder.

"..and thanks for not making a fuss about having Jeremy  share your room. I know grandma really appreciates the space. Only a few  more weeks and you'll have the room all to yourself again.

Eleanor clutched her textbooks to her chest, anxious to  start studying. "That's OK!", she said cheerily. "Is it possible for  Jeremy to rotate room's until then? Maybe one night in my room, one  night in yours?"

Felicity agreed, "That's only fair".

She paused, thinking.

"Where's your brother today?"

.... ... ...

I heard muffled voices from the kitchen but couldn't make out what was being said.

After a few minutes of respite from my intense manhandling I noticed the voices had stopped.

I could feel the floor rumbling where it touched the back  of my head. It began to change into distinct thuds, then noisier booms.

To say I was terrified would be an understatement. I was  very exposed and helpless on the floor. My head was facing the ceiling  and I couldn't adjust my view.

Boom. Boom.

BOOM! BOOM!

A monolithic leg and foot landed some distance to my side. I  caught a glimpse of my step-sister Eleanor, now giant-sized and  towering over me.

*Help! Down Here!*, i thought to myself.

Five familiar long, slender toes arced overhead, hanging  loosely from the end of a goddess-sized teenage foot. The sky above me  was then a ceiling of living, wrinkled flesh, suspended in the air, and a  little bit sandy.

I barely had time to register the pale, hollowed arch, nor  the bulbous heel and plump, pink, marshmallowy ball of the sole before  it all came rushing down to greet me.

My life flashed before my eyes and the wrinkled cleft dividing the ball of the oblivious girl's foot swallowed me whole.

She patiently greets entering visitors and invites them to sit in the  waiting area with a genuine smile and a slow, graceful gesture of her  hand. Her long, restless toes separate and scrunch within the confines  of her leather, water-resistant nurse shoes. They are fantastic for work  and easy to wipe off during her nursing duties but they also do not  breathe well and prevent any moisture escaping the crowded, slick  interior.

With two fingers Jaqueline pulls a pencil up and out of her stationary  cup and inserts and twists it into her pencil sharpener to ensure that  it is perfectly sharp. Occasionally, she corrects a spelling or  numerical mistake with a novelty eraser gripped tightly in her  fingertips, rubbing it backwards and forewards over the page to remove  the graphite.

The eraser is well worn, pale and vaguely shaped like a young man, the features of the face worn smooth from repeated usage.

The nurse lowers her face to the page, and forcefully blows a gale of  apricot gum scented breath over the page. Caught in the torrent, the  human-shaped eraser rolls and flops haphazardly over the page, away from  the nurses pretty, pursed lips.

Before it can roll off the standing desk down to the nurse's feet her plush palm slams down and stops its motion.

The waiting room for vaccine treatment is filling up and patients keep  filing in through the front door but Jaqueline shows no signs of stress;  a true professional who has been on her feet since the early hours of  the morning, even after working out at the gym with her friend Felicity.

One of her prim, tanned hands lifts off the desk and slowly retreats  into the darkness under the table. Barely aware of her actions, she is  fidgetting with the eraser in her hand, squeezing it hard in her vast,  supple palm repeatedly, flexing the trained muscles of her forearm. Her  fingertips endlessly manipulate it while she distractedly receives  information from patients and writes it down on her lined notepad.

"Hey Jaq!" A woman's musical voice addresses the nurse from behind.

Jaqueline turns with a grin to see another nurse entering the reception  area from the staff office space. She is a young, arabic woman and her  head is tightly adorned in a traditional *hijab* head scarf. A medical mask hides the majority of her face so that only her round green eyes are visible.

Jaqueline happily chats with the nurse a short while. Subconsciously her  hands move to and fro, inserting and twisting the humanoid-shaped  eraser onto and off of its home on the back end of the pencil as she  fidgets and gesticulates her speech.

"Thanks for covering for me this afternoon! I know you've been here  since this morning so i'll come in earlier tomorrow and you can have a  shorter day", says the alluring, arabic woman.

"Sounds good! How was the dentist, Hatice?", Jaqueline enquires,  turning back to the desk while raising one blonde eyebrow. She suspects  the other nurse has not told her the real reason for her absence but she  starts packing up her gym bag and drink bottle and moves away from the  desk regardless.

"All good for another year. I hate going to the dentist", Hatice  replies casually, taking Jaqui's place at the standing desk. Jaqui  notices the hospital's digital camera strap hanging out of Hatice's left  pants pocket but doesn't say anything, respecting her friend's privacy.

Hatice opens the visitor information notebook and pulls out the pencil  from the cup,  she does a double take, moving the pencil closer and  closer to her large, round green eyes.

*"Another one..."*, thought the shocked nurse.

Hatice looked around at Jaqueline, still busy with her belongings and chatting away.

*"She doesn't know,"* Hatice pondered.

Jaqueline says off to the side, "I can't stand anyone looking  in my mouth. Luckily I rarely eat candy so my teeth are straight and  strong. Protein all the way, it's easy to drink."

She's been  too distracted to notice Hatice's reaction and continues talking to  herself.   The poor male inserted onto the pencil was smaller than others Hatice  had seen today, and looked to be in terrible condition. Moving the boy  incredibly close to her eye she observed his face, oddly smooth and  unrecognisable, but with two tiny open eyes. There was also not a hair  on the boy's head. It must have been forcefully rubbed off all over the  visitor sign-in book and blown away. Even the eyebrows were gone. He  really looked like an eraser now. Hatice slowly looked up at Jaqueline,  disturbed by the oblivious nurse's unfortunate actions.

"See you tomorrow!" said Jaqueline, finally leaving the room.  Hatice already missed her cheerful presence, stuck now with only  patients and visitors in the waiting area.

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I was paralysed, and more importantly, shrunk, and I still had no clue  how it had happened. I'd been examined and probed by my klutzy mom,  spied on by a mysterious woman with a medical mask in the window and now  I was on the floor of my teenage sister's bedroom.

There was nothing I could do but wait until I found out more about my  condition and for my mom or sister to realize I was missing.

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Like she did every day, Eleanor marched to her room and over to the bed,  desperately wanting to relax. Unfortunately, she was stuck with a whole  lot of homework. To make matters worse, her feet were sore and slightly  burnt from the hot sand pavement on her walk back from the beach after  school.

"Ow!", Eleanor muttered to herself with each step. "Ow, ow ow!"

As she got close to the bed she felt something peculiarly pleasant and  cooling underfoot. She was about to investigate when she became  distracted by a glimpse of herself in her long dressing mirror. Standing  tall, she leaned in and adjusted her hair, momentarily forgetting her  messy floor situation. Tidiness wasn't a priority before school hours  but in the afternoon she had plenty of time to pick up her belongings  and enjoy a clean bedroom.

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*You have to look down and see me right now!*

*Arrgg!*

The first thing I noticed was the texture of her sole. As it came down  onto my body it appeared heavily wrinkled, as is common after a long  bath. The very air around me was salty and briny, like the ocean, and it  was obvious that Eleanor had just come home from a long swim at the  beach.

Her narrow heel landed between my legs and so followed the rest of her  foot, gradually compressing down, steamrolling mercilessly up my  ever-dissapearing body like I was an abused tube of toothpaste.  I was helpless and afraid for my life.

Unable to even look away  as the plush sole swallowed up my knees, my thighs, then my groin with a  strange, tingly sensation. The flowing skin folded over me and I sank  into the tomboy's wrinkles while feeling more and more tightness and  pain.

It was a shock to the system. My legs went numb and my crotch pressed  deep into her hollow arch. The marshmallowy sole of her foot was  normally creamy and pale, but today it was flushed pink and looked hot  and bothered.

The teen's sole rapidly swallowed me up while simply settling onto the  floor, a testament to their size and length. I recalled the number I had  seen inside Eleanor's leather school shoes last week when i had first  moved into her room.  A mighty 11.5. The number was inscribed onto the sole of each silver  buckled black mary-jane ... and Eleanor was still finishing high school.

Her feet were twice as long as my body.

My world darkened and my chest was compressed down by the pudgy ball of  the tomboy's athletic foot. The air whooshed out of my lungs and out my  mouth as if I were her foot pedal, blowing up onto her sole and up into  the narrow gap under and between Eleanor's toes.   I was afraid this would be the last thing I would ever see. Her foot and  toes touched down and my face entered the wrinkled cleft in the ball of  her foot, sealed in skin.

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Eleanor hadn't yet fully stepped down, not wanting to break whatever  she'd left on the floor. She looked up and down her body in the mirror  and pulled her blonde bangs out of her eyes, posing ironically, as she  didn't really care what others thought of her looks.

"What's the point of being fake?" Eleanor thought to herself, but her anxieties still fought for her attention.

*How do I tell a guy i like him? Why hasn't anyone ever asked me out?  What if i'm awkward? How do you kiss properly? What if i'm bad at it?*

Her foot shifted, and she felt a miniscule breeze on her toes again,  very pleasant on her hot skin from the boiling pavement outside.  Whatever was under her foot had deflated and sunk into her sole,  cushioning and supporting her high arch.

"*Oh crap. What's that? Hope I haven't broken it*", Eleanor thought.

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At first I didn't realize it. It took me a few seconds to register the  pain after the initial contact with Eleanor's left foot, bearing down on  me like an industrial compactor and simply doing it's job of supporting  it's owner. I was unaware that she had not in fact placed all her  weight on that foot.

White hot, scalding heat.

Searing pain suddenly surged through my body at every contact point, fusing me to the plush sole.

*HNNNGH!*

I was being cooked alive and steam pressed by every sweat-filled wrinkle  and ridged skin surface, brought to incredible temperatures from the  hot side-walk outside on the street.

A rogue toe-pad, smooth and sweaty, descended onto my face with a wet slap and bore down onto me like a lover.

*Noooo! Arrrgghh!*

My eye-lids were forced wide open from the tight, enveloping skin over  my face. Eleanor's second toe was simply resting on my doll-sized neck,  mouth, nose and forehead. The slick skin of her toe-pad was all I could  see and feel, slipping over my tortured open eyes.

*Gaackgh!! Please, lift up your toes!*

Eleanor's foot pivoted a fraction and her mighty toe ever so slowly  wiped over my face, leaving behind sweaty, sandy residue, before moving  to the side and depositing my head in the tapered crevice between the  girl's two biggest toes.

I huffed as much oxygen as I could while  my mouth was free. The atmosphere around me was thick and heavy, a  combination of ocean salt and the tomboy's natural pheromones.

Heat  radiated from every surface around me.  Eleanor's toes were now sandwiching and clenching my cheeks and face  like a vice, and I realised they were feeling and exploring my shape  while their mistress was distracted with the mirror above. It wasn't a  conscious action of hers at all, her toes were *hugging* me to stretch and make themselves feel better.

I felt a strange sense of deja vu. Something about my placement felt significant.

*Mmmmph!*

The wrinkled, pliable webbing between her tanned digits bore down on my  neck and pushed up against my chin. My head and eyes were forced up  towards the roof, towards the towering tomboy on top of and above me.

*Gaacgh! Eleanor, help!* But of course, I made no sound, paralysed as I was.

I peeked through her toes, feeling like a hidden spy and followed her  strong ankles up to a pair of smooth, muscled legs leading to a distant,  well-fitting, white bikini bottom.

*I shouldn't be looking there!*, I scolded myself, but my cheeks  blushed and a warm rush travelled down my body. Eleanor was a swimmer,  and had feminine muscular calves and thighs to show for it.

I became sensitive to the rows of ridged wrinkles encapsulating my body.

*Ghhhuuu...so...heavy...*

*I can't...*

My breathing stopped.

It wasn't physically possible for my body to receive oxygen. Eleanor's  plush sole was in firm contact with the ground on all sides around me  except for my face. The last of my oxygen reserves was squeezed out of  my body, rushing through and out of Eleanor's toe gap.

The pudgy  layer of soft sole I had sunken into was becoming firmer and tighter by  the second.  My mind began to race, bargaining with itself and Eleanor's sole and  toes. I thought how grateful I would be if they would let me breathe,  even for half a second.

*PLEASE, TOES! Let me breathe for a second!*

I mentally sobbed.  I had unintentionally begun to plead directly to the tomboy's toes instead of their distracted owner.

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Eleanor lifted her heel, shifting her weight to the front of her foot  which was already completely covering the object. Her arch rose up, as  did the ball of her foot, and finally her dainty toes. Eleanor had to  shake her foot to dislodge the object, which slowly peeled off her hot  and bothered sole and landed with a plop onto the floor.

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Mercifully, the foot lifted, temporarily also lifting me. It began to  point and flex wildly causing my body to separate from the undulating  wrinkles like a floppy ragdoll.

My crotch detached from the deep hollow of Eleanor's arch with the faintest amount of suction.

"What is this?", I heard Eleanor say.

Air was passing into my lungs and any moment now Eleanor would save me.

*Thank.... you.*

*BOOM*

*THUD*

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"Mom! Did the girls down the street come over today? They left a doll in my room,"  Eleanor called out.  With dexterity, Eleanor's trained toes daintily spread apart and picked  up the doll by the neck so she didn't have to bend over.

It was a  habit she had gained after years of dance practice and gymnastics. To  train for ballet she had to strengthen her ankles and toes in a variety  of ways to stand up on the tips of her pointe shoes and this was one of  her old training methods.  With the doll now in hand, Eleanor found it's small face familiar  somehow. It's hair color was the same as her half-brother.

The tomboy cocked her head to the side, inquisitively. Her lips parted  slightly and she pulled her blonde fringe away from her eyes before  moving the doll even closer to her face in silent wonderment.

"*"This is the cutest thing i've ever seen!* Thought Eleanor, eyes open wide and unable to look away from the doll, inches away from her face.

*"Did  Jeremy leave this for me to find as a late birthday present? He must be  trying to make up for not getting me anything last week."*

Her fingers manipulated the doll, handling, poking and squeezing it from every angle.

*"It looks just like him*", Eleanor thought, amazed and enraptured.

"What a thoughtful gift".

She opened her hand further and looked at it's shoulders, chest, waist, and...  Her thumb pad swiped to the side, something peeled off of it.  A tiny willy.

The doll had private parts!

Eleanor silently gasped, her mouth opening wide and her cheeks flushing crimson.

There came a knocking on the door of the bedroom.

Felicity's gentle voice could be heard muffled from the other side.  "Did you say something Elly? I got home not too long ago, the neighbour girls haven't been over."

Eleanor saw the door-handle beginning to turn and she panicked, quickly  gripping the doll tightly and holding it behind her back.  The door opened and Felicity poked her head in, curiously.

Eleanor stammered, "I... er... yes, no! Nevermind I... forgot what I was going to ask."

Felicity opened the door wider, revealing a small bowl of candy in her hand with a gentle, motherly smile.

"This is what you need for a study session! Grandma's special lollies. Just don't let her know I took them."

Still standing stiff and awkwardly, Eleanor watched her mom put the  candies on her desk and leave before breathing a sigh of relief when the  door finally clicked shut.

"Yikes...Why does this doll have a tiny thingy?", Eleanor thought.

Eleanor tossed Jeremy onto her desk and sat herself down in her white,  high-backed gaming chair. After opening her laptop she began studying  for her upcoming biology exam.

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I landed on Eleanor's desk, upright with my back against a stack of  textbooks and my legs uncomfortably far apart, one resting on top of a  large pink eraser.  Finally, I could calm myself and process my thoughts. Eleanor was  diligently working in front of me, eyes fixed on her laptop while  scribbling in her book.

Every now and then her hand rose  uptowards me and   It was a good opportunity to look around the familiar room from my new  vantagepoint. As big as a warehouse, Eleanor's room was like a giant  trophy cabinet dedicated to her many achievements.   Her swimming trophies lined a shelf and her dance and gymnastics medals  and  filled another wall.

Finally, hanging on the end of the bed-frame from a length of ribbon  were Eleanor's favourite blue ballet slippers, old and worn from  over-use. The insides were dark and grubby, and from the stench coming  from them after ballet practice I had no doubt that the number of  bacterial organisms living on the inside of the canvas shoes far  outnumbered those on the outside.

The shoes were as much a trophy  to Eleanor as any of the golden medals and trophies decorating the room  and she wouldn't allow them to be washed, fearing they would shrink and  not fit her feet anymore.

Unfortunately for me, the past week I'd had to pretend I couldn't smell  anything. My step-mom had asked Eleanor to share her room with me while  my grandma was over and I didn't want to appear ungrateful.  I looked over to my pillow at the end of Eleanor's bed, next to a few  stuffed animals, and reminisced having to try to sleep with those  aromatic shoes hanging over my nose.

I started to get impatient. *Wow... this is boring*

Eleanor had been working hard for about 20 minutes when she yawned and  leaned back, smacking her lips loudly as she sucked on a candy. She  looked... sad?  I could faintly hear a video being played on the laptop. A teenage girl  was speaking on low volume, but I couldn't see the screen the way I was  facing.

Eleanor's cheeks were sucked in tightly, accentuating her cheekbones,  when I heard a small thud. She made a face and I knew she'd gotten the  candy to pop in her mouth, releasing its sour gooey centre. My grandma  had taught us both that trick.

"In today's video i thought i would provide you with some tips on how to  kiss your crush for the first time! Maybe you've never kissed anyone  before but don't worry, there are plenty of people out there in the same  boat as you!  Eleanor smiled slightly, appearing nervous and unsure of herself.

"For this video you will need a prop to practice on. If you can't find  one, feel free to use your hand! Unpause the video when you have one."

Her head whipped back and forth, quickly scanning her room for something suitable.

I watched relieved as she picked up a small teddy bear from the end of  her bed and sat down again in the desk chair.  Elly gave it a quick peck then rubbed her mouth and threw the bear back  onto the bed. It seemed like the fur was irritating and got in the way.  The giant girl's eyes abrupty locked onto mine.

The colour and blood drained from my face while Elly's eyes lit up and her open palm thrust towards me.