Moving her foot around a bit, Melina was surprised to feel a small tickle coming from inside her shoe. It wasn't enough to make her look thought, as she snuggly fit the footwear over her socked foot and then started to walk. Of course, to you, that tickle feeling was taking everything you had, as you pounded on the soft skin above you, the tiny arms pressing and poking at it, trying to force her to notice you, just like you had been most of the day. Not too weird, really, considering what had been going on the last few days. You had been one of the people selected for a random study, taken from your home and then given a new drug to test out. A sort of energy booster, you weren't supposed to have to sleep once you took it, or eat, or anything else. You were supposed to be able to work constantly, without getting tired or hungry, though thirst was still an issue. It had been great at first, being able to do everything you loved, constantly. Then you'd noticed something odd. The world seemed to be getting bigger. But it had been so slow. In a week you hadn't lost more than an inch, but then, the process began to speed up, and three weeks after the study you were sent home. You couldn't sleep, despite being told it would wear off. You then noticed that the shrinking was accelerating. In one day you lost a foot. In another two, you were an inch tall. Of course, the day before you had left your home, trying to get some help, but you lived alone in the country, and at your size it had taken almost the whole day to get to your neighbors. When you did, you ended up in the room of their teenage daughter, finding her to be quite a looker as you tumbled into her room through her window. You had then fallen asleep in a pile of soft clothes, exhausted. You were woken only by her putting on the sock you were on, and then spent the day in school with her, getting tossed about with every step. Every motion of her foot taking you around the bend, trying to squash you flat. Not that you noticed too much, as the world moved violently around you. Still, the softness of her skin, and the sock, cushioned you, and you survived until now, when she was changing out of her normal shoes, into gym ones, freeing you long enough to pound against her toe. The pounding did little good, though, as she merely shrugged you off as some odd bit of air, and then started to run, and your day began to really go to pot. You wondered, idly, if you would survive, but were then knocked out as she started jumping jacks. You were crushed flat by her second jump.
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