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Rated: 18+ · Interactive · Fantasy · #1691524
After Shrinking Down And Unable To Return To Size Ian Must Get The Attention Of His Family
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Chapter #4

Sticky Solution

    by: Ahomester Author IconMail Icon
You felt you had no time to even try running. By the time you get to the sole of your mother's converse, she would start walking that would ensure certain doom for you. Each passing second, the mustiness inside the shoe worsen, and breathing began to become difficult from the thick humidity coming from the sweat off your mom's feet. The intense heat emanating off your mom's foot began to sap you of your energy. You felt your grip loosen.

From above, a bead of sweat formed and began dripping down straight at you! The mass of sweat was nearly 10x your size. You brace for impact as it crashes into you. You are completely enveloped in your mom's sweat. You open your mouth for air but sweat swarmed into your mouth. Strangely, it had a hint of sweetness to it. The giant droplet worked all the way down, and hit the sole of the converse. The fabric soaked it up, and it left you lying on your back, arms and legs sprawled out. You gasped for air in the smelly, humid air. When you tried to left your arm, you couldn't. You could hardly turn your head to see why.

Your mom's foot sweat! If was sticky enough that it stuck your tiny body to the fabric of the shoe!

Everything suddenly shifted, but you stayed in place. You watch as her massive foot and toes rise until they hit the ceiling of the converse. You felt you whole body try to fly back to where your mom's exposed sole it. If your sticky prison gives out, you'll be squished flat. And your mom wouldn't even know. Your tiny, pathetic body would burst without hesitation as her sole comes back down and presses into the sole of the converse. All the moist sweat would saturate all the blood and work it out, and it would seems like you were never even here. Her foot would continually pound into your crushed body until it turned into oblivion. Any remains of you would either be worked into the converse, wiped off on the floor as you mom takes her converses off, or washed off away in the bath.

You try not to think about it because you don't want that to become reality, even if the chances of it are high. You grab hold of whatever you can as you mom walks. The sudden high speed jerks, raises and drops, and even the monumental loud pounding as her foot makes contact; you don't know how you are going to make it. She jog around the neighborhood for nearly a half hour. And so far, she hasn't even starting jogging yet. She's still walking!

And now because you thought of it, everything becomes nearly 10x as bad. She begins to speed up. The thrusts forward as more painful. The feeling of free-falling and stopping suddenly hurt even worse (even though whatever is left of the fabric that hasn't been crushed down from use is enough to null the pain) and the pounding that drowned out your thoughts have become louder and more excessive. You are unable to catch a break. As soon as she steps back down, her foot is already moving forward for her next stride. The constant, fast, painful, circular movement is brutal. Each step is at least a mile to you. Every lurch forward, you are going a mile in a mere second. You don't down how the G-Forces haven't knocked you out yet, let alone kill you.

And to top it all off, the atmosphere becomes denser in sweat as your mom jogs. Each breath you take is like breathing in water. You begin to cry as your mom continues to jog, unaware of her extremely tiny son in her shoe struggling to stay alive.

After nearly ten minutes (that feel like an eternity to you), sweat begins to pour off your mom's foot. Droplets race down between her toes and crash next you. Then a large mass crashes over your tiny body. Though it was warm, it seemed to cool off your body. You are able to breathe once again as all the sweat works down and absorbs into the fabric. The humidity intensifies. Your breathes become short as there isn't enough oxygen to give you full lungs of air. Eventually, the lack of oxygen knocks you out...

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You wake up after everything seemed to calm down. The whole sole of the converse was completely soaked in sweat. And now even your mom's walking steps seem like heaven when compared to jogging. You hear a door open. She must be done and back home. You were happy until you remembered something, a quirk your mom does when she comes back after jogging. She kicks each foot up above her head. She says it's a victory stretch. And what's even worse, the massive amount of sweat that coats the sole of the shoe has broken up the stickiness from before!

When the door closed, your heart stopped. Everything shifted slightly, and you hear mom pant and let out a breath as she kicked her other foot up. You hear it crash back onto the ground. You close your eyes hard, and grip on as much as you can. Then everything thrusted forward and you feel the curve and elevation heighten. You begin sliding down the sweaty sole until you break free and begin flying. You cry out until you smash into something moist that completely engulfed you. Everything begins falling, then suddenly stops with a crash. But wherever you were, you didn't move. You open your eyes to see that you are back in between your mom's toes. You couldn't believe it.

As your mom begins to untie her converses, you feel cool air come shooting in from above her foot. It felt so wonderful, but you were completely dehydrated. You didn't want to do it, but you begin to lick and suck on your mom's foot, gulping down all of her sweat near your face. You were so thirsty that it tasted great. You begin to rub your face all over, licking away at what you could.

You feel her foot begin move back as she removed her converse. Her foot slapped onto the floor, and your were still stuck to her foot from her sweat. Her foot steps no longer affected you after what you went through. Her feet slap with each step she takes. Everything lurched upward as your mom kicked her feet up on the couch. Now she rests for awhile while watching soap operas.

You have the following choices:

1. Break Free And Begin Traveling Up Her Body

2. Stay Where You Are

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