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You shrink to half an inch tall in your girlfriend's apartment!
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Chapter #3

Natasha loves her converse

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Although you should be attempting to catch your breath, you continue screaming up to the oblivious Natasha. She has stopped moving around so much, yet you are still pinned in between her toes. If you would have taken that chance to rest for a minute, you may have noticed that she is on the other side of the bed. The side where her sock drawer is, and the side where her converse are tucked neatly underneath the bed. If you would have actually took the time to catch your breath, you may have gotten that last clean gulp of fresh air that you will so desperately cry for soon.

Humming to herself, Natasha sits on her bed and pulls open her sock drawer. She grabs a pair of short plain-white cotton socks and unfolds them. She thinks about how she needs to check her missed calls and get something to eat, only barely glancing at her foot and then to the sock that is wide open just below it. As her foot enters into the sock, sliding right up, she begins to think of you, missing you. She knows you usually love watching her put her socks on, sometimes fantasizing about being in them. Its not weird, she loves the idea of being an allpowerful goddess to you, and loves it that you would love to worship her.


You feel yourself arise with this giant living vessel and in a flash, Natasha's hands and a streak of white fall below you. You look up to notice she is looking right at you, but as you begin to wave your hands in the air, you feel her ginormous foot tilt down and her toes loosen their grip enough to have you freefall away! Those big beautiful eyes are piercing right through you but not seeing you, and her haunting nonchalant humming destroys your hopes that she has noticed you. In just a millisecond, you have crashed into a giant white wall, bounced onto another white wall, and slid along until you came crashing onto an all white floor. This floor is made of tiny fibers and is swaying back and forth, and thats when you realize where you are. You look up to see those brown eyes see nothing but a sock, and soon that vision is blocked out by green polished toenails that you've gotten very familiar with. You attempt to run but you can't even stand up before her foot has slid down atop of you, your entire body fitting snugly below her third toe. Before you know whats going on, the light barely outlining the sock's cotton layer gets dark. In moments, you are completely in the dark and jammed between the bottom of her sock, and a hard flooring. It doesn't take long for you to realize she has put her shoe on, as the temperature starts to rise in a matter of moments.

Natasha puts on one sock, then the appropriate shoe, and then does the same with her other foot. As she stands up, she feels a little ball of lint under one of her toes. Already having been thinking about you, she smiles mischievously before squeezing her toes repeatedly around the object. She wishes you were here, but she can tell you about playing with her lint ball later. Even though you're gone, she can keep her mind at ease and remember you just by torturing this little sock fuzz.

Your prison slams down hard, and the great weight of the toe is too great to even move. Thank God you didn't land under the ball of her foot or you'd be dead right now. In this enclosed space, in this heated temperature, and at your size, the smell of her foot begins to sink in. She is a clean person, but this eerie and unfortunate combination are starting to get to you. Its not quiet what it will become later on, but it smells almost like garbage. You would plug your nose but that would on----- Without warning the toe you are under squeezes you into its skinfolds and into the ball of her foot. Her toes seem to bounce and taunt as they squeeze the living shit out of you. You can feel your bones bending and your muscles bruising, and just before you're squished flat it releases and you bounce onto the cotton floor, are pinned down by the same toe, and then the process repeats. You're not sure how much more of this you can take.


You have the following choices:

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1. Natasha goes out

2. Something unexpected happens!

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