Crossing beneath the table of this godlike family was absolutely terrifying. The youngest daughter started kicking her feet out just as you began to cross the dangerous plains, her bare feet soaring over you over and over like jets in the sky. The wind caused by her careless movements kicks you up along with a small cloud of microscopic dust and you're flung harshly before the feet of the mother. You sarcastically thank the little girl in your mind as you hear the older woman reprimand her above.
Though climbing the material of this titaness' stockings seemed like a good idea from a distance up close you can't help but be terrified by how much her toes dwarf you in size. They writhe slowly as the conversation carries on above you, and you marvel at the details you can make out at this size, such as how the red-painted toenails jut out between the material of the stocking.
Not willing to risk waiting any longer, you hoist yourself up on the pinky toe of her right foot. The sounds of inane conversation and dishes clinking miles above are all you have for company as you traverse the surface of her foot, jogging past the large vein on its top and eventually coming to the base of her ankle. Like you thought, the nylons provide a suitable surface to climb on for someone of your size, but breakfast ends before you could even scale half of her leg and suddenly you find yourself holding on and screaming for dear life as the oblivious woman gets up from the table, walking at speeds that threaten to hurl you into the unknown.
The kitchen, family and living room all speed by in a harsh blur, and just when your aching fingers feel like they can't hold on anymore the woman stops. You open your eyes and see the front door of the house before you. Looking up, your heart nearly leaps out of your chest as you see the woman's face, miles above, actually peering back at you!
"H-hey! Down here! I don't know what happened, but I shrunk and I need your help!!" you scream above. You watch as the woman begins to lower a hand towards you. Yes! Her face makes an odd wrinkling expression, almost as if she's annoyed by you, but you're sure that's becaus--
Your thoughts are swatted away the same as your body as her fingers flick you off her leg. You scream bloody murder as you fall through open air, spiraling over and over. Glancing down, your eyes widen as the mouth of her red high heeled pump greets you. Then, a harsh thud.
You struggle to knock the dizziness from your head as you lay on the insole of her shoe. Wearily looking up, you see the woman pointing her nylon-clad foot right in your direction before lowering it into your new prison. You whimper as her mammoth toes close in, and all goes dark.
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