As you move the pebble you hear Cathy counting high above.
“EIGHT…”
Then you see the sole of Aunt Ann’s foot as it comes down on you, just as the pebble rolls off.
“NINE,TEN,” She says as quickly as possible almost combining the words together.
“AH, THAT’S BETTER, A HALF INCH TOM UNDER MY FOOT IS MUCH BETTER THAN THAT PEBBLE THAT MADE MY FOOT HURT… BUT YOU TOM, YOU WILL MAKE MY FOOT FEEL GOOD,” Ann booms down wiggling her toes.
“SORRY ANN, BUT HE GOT THE PEBBLE OFF,” Cathy replied.
“OH RATS, WELL, HE’S ALREADY UNDER MY FOOT AND HE FEELS GOOD, CAN’T I JUST KEEP HIM?” Ann asks.
“NO, LIFT YOUR FOOT OFF OF HIM,” Cathy says sternly.
As Ann lifts her foot and look at her shoe, she sees you’re missing.
“CHECK THE BOTTOM OF YOUR FOOT,” Cathy replies.
“OH, IT LOOKS LIKE TOM WANTS TO STAY UNDER MY FOOT. HONESTLY THOUGH, WHO COULD BLAME HIM? MY FEET ARE SOFT AND WELL FORMED, I’M SURPRISED MORE BOYS DON’T COME UP TO ME AND ASK FOR THE HONOUR OF BEING UNDER MY FEET,” Ann said as she wiggled her toes.
She placed her feet on the table and said, “HOW ABOUT WE LET TOM CHOOSE IF HE WANTS TO SPEND THE DAY UNDER MY FOOT OR NOT?” asks Ann.
“OK. TOM IF YOU DON’T WANT TO SPEND THE DAY UNDER YOUR AUNT ANN’S FOOT, JUST JUMP OFF,” Cathy says.
You would have obliged her, but you were stuck fast to her sole from the powerful stomp she delivered. You had been trying to escape her foot this entire time they were talking, but found you were too well adhered to it.
“HE DOESN’T APPEAR TO BE MOVING,” Claire comments.
“TRUE, MAYBE HE WANTS TO STAY UNDER YOUR FOOT AFTER ALL,” Cathy says to Ann.
“WELL, IF HE WANTS TO STAY UNDER MY FOOT, HE’S MORE THAN WELCOME TO,” Ann says wiggling her toes.
Cathy notices the slight smell and says, “OK, WELL NOW THAT IT’S SETTLED, GET YOUR FEET OFF THE TABLE!”
You had been looking at the faces of Cathy and Claire from your position under Ann’s sole. As she moves her feet toward her sandals, you are placed in her right sandal as she wiggles her toes to get her foot settled. Once her foot is in place, she lifts her sandal off the ground and starts to bob it up and down, as she crosses her legs and continues her conversation with Cathy.
“HOW LONG CAN I KEEP HIM FOR?” Ann asks.
“WELL, SINCE HE WANTED TO STAY UNDER YOUR FOOT, AT LEAST FOR THE WEEKEND,” Cathy replies.
“GREAT, NOW I THINK I HAVE SOME GARDENING TO DO…,” Ann smiles giving her toes a wiggle.
You feel yourself being lowered quickly down to the ground, as Ann puts her foot down. All of her weight goes onto her right foot, as your body helps to cushion the ball of her foot. Her sandal is so thin that it does little to cushion your back, however, as you are pressed even more into her foot. Then she lifts her foot and you are weightless for a second, until you are stomped back down into the ground again. This process continues dozens of times as she walks to her car.
At first you were excited about the prospect of being shrunk, you had seen the women around you do it so many times; there was something almost arousing about it. You were also scared though, as many people who were transformed or shrunk were often never restored. It was terror more than excitement that struck you as your aunt Ann’s foot came down and adhered you to it. You wanted to get away, but her sole was so huge and powerful it merely stuck you in place. As you quickly realized you were powerless, your senses began to heighten. You felt the softness of her sole all over your body and could smell the lavender lotion on her soles she had put on after her shower. Clearly, this was a woman who took great care of her feet. You tried to listen to the conversation high above, but it just sounded like loud booms, you got the idea that you’d be under Ann’s foot for a while though.
As Ann walked in her house after the drive, she removed her sandals, leaving you stuck under her foot and changed into an old shirt, pair of shorts, and put an old baseball cap on to cover the sun from her face. She went to her bed and placed her foot on her left knee so she could look at you. You see her smiling face high above as you hear,
“TOM, I’M SO GLAD YOU DECIDED TO REMAIN UNDER MY FOOT. HOWEVER, I’M NOT GOING TO CHANGE MY ROUTINE JUST BECAUSE YOU’RE UNDERFOOT. TODAY I’M GOING TO DO SOME GARDENING AND YOU CAN HELP. NOW, I LIKE TO DO MY GARDENING BAREFOOT, WHICH GETS THEM VERY DIRTY, SO YOU’LL HELP CLEAN THEM AFTER I’M FINISHED.”
Ann then lowered her foot back to the carpet and walked out of the house to her garden. With her foot freed from the sandal, this allowed you to see the world around you, even if it was from underneath Ann’s foot. As she made her way through the yard, you noticed how well the grass was mowed and how nice everything looked. Clearly this was a woman who loved being outside, which you had guessed from her tan she always had. She then walks through the row of flowers and crops she has planted. It was still early in the summer, so nothing was ready for harvest yet. You didn’t notice this fact as you were preoccupied by how much dirt was sticking to her feet. She put on a pair of workers gloves and started looking for weeds, of which there were many. She would often put her knees into the dirt in order to pull the weeds out, which gave you a view of her backside, as she placed the tops of her feet on the dirt, and her butt almost on top of her heels. The weeding stopped after about thirty minutes and Ann did another walk around admiring her work. She then got out the hose and gave the garden a good watering. After this was finished she turned the hose on her knees, and got the dirt from them. Then she used the hose to clean the tops of her feet. She turned her right foot over and noticed the dirt.
“MY THERE IS A LOT OF DIRT ON THIS FOOT,” Ann said as she sprayed, both you and her foot, getting some of the dirt off. She did this with the other foot and then walked to the garage to retrieve a bag of mulch. As she walked, you noticed that now grass was sticking to her sole, which another thing, besides the remnants of dirt was left that the hose didn’t get off, that you’d be cleaning. A part of you was glad she was back to walking on you, as that hose water was cold and the ground was warm, which warmed your body, and her sole. As she walked into the garage, you noticed on the cement floor a trail of foot prints made by her still wet feet she was leaving in the garage, as you went by one of them you noticed the size, and were amazed. You knew the women in your family had large feet, with both Cathy and Ann having size 11, but at your reduced size, they seemed to be your world. Ann opened the bag of mulch and used it around her trees and a small flower patch near the house.
With the gardening finished, Ann walked to the patio and sat at a chair propping her feet up on the table.
“WELL, THAT WAS A HARD DAYS WORK. YOU WOULDN’T KNOW THOUGH, YOU’VE JUST BEEN HANGING OUT, ENJOYING THE BOTTOM OF MY FOOT. NOW IT’S TIME FOR YOU TO WORK THOUGH,” Ann said as she used her left big toenail to remove you from her sole.
“SINCE I WAS NICE ENOUGH TO LET YOU STAY UNDER MY FOOT, THE LEAST YOU CAN DO IS CLEAN THEM AND I WANT THEM AS CLEAN AS WHEN YOU WERE FIRST INTRODUCED TO THEM TODAY,” Ann boomed down.
You looked up at her confused and yelled “What am I supposed to use to clean them?”
Ann looked down at you but obviously couldn’t hear “IF YOU ARE ASKING HOW TO CLEAN THEM, JUST YOU YOUR TEETH AND TONGUE IF YOU CAN’T GET THE DIRT AND GRASS OFF WITH YOUR HANDS.”
You tried to do the job with just your hands, but as you started on her heel, you realized your tongue and teeth would be getting a lot of the stuck on dirt from her sole. As Ann realized this would be a long job for you, she took out a book and started reading. With her sole being twenty times your height, it was tough work getting all the dirt off and from in between her toes… After an hour and a half you finished her right foot, it would have went faster except you had to climb her foot, which was difficult because of how smooth it was, however, the lines in her feet provided footholds for you. Once you tried to clean her toes she would often scrunch them, trapping you under toes and giggling at your efforts to get free. You start on her other foot and got to her toes, as you were cleaning them, she was not scrunching you like before, you stood in the space between her big and second toe and found her asleep. You decided to finish the job, and just as you get done something happens.
What happens?
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