You paced back and forth across the table, thoughts dwelling on Chelsea’s reaction to Sadie’s statement. You wondered why your giantess friend would ever get so embarrassed about something like that, then thought about how you would’ve reacted if Sadie had called you Chelsea’s “boyfriend”. Perhaps you would’ve…
…your thoughts were abruptly interrupted by your feet sprawling out from under you. You hadn’t noticed a trace puddle of water left behind on the edge of the table from the previous patrons, and lost traction against the wet, smooth wood. Flying forward, you screamed as your body pinwheeled head-over-heels, and fell right off the edge of the table.
With a barely perceptible smacking sound against the hard wood floor, your squishy body deflated into a thin sheet upon landing, the force of the fall easily enough to flatten you out. It took you another minute of reforming until you could manage to sit up, groggily rubbing your head. Groaning, you glanced up at your table, pondering how you would climb back up the sheer wooden legs.
Your question was answered quite succinctly a second later: You wouldn’t.
Before you could even hope to react, the treaded, dirt stained bottom of a brown boot hovered above your miniscule body, and then slammed down, once more squashing you flat. You didn’t even have the chance to cry out before your body folded in on itself, the left half of your body wedging into a gap between two treads in the sole of the boot. The rest of your body remained painfully crushed underneath the tread, buried under unfathomable weight and pressure.
Far above you, and imperceptibly muffled from your squashed prison, Sadie spoke aloud. “One ol’ plate of sausage breakfast for the miss, and one plate of bacon breakfast for the cute lil’ mister!” Sadie beamed, setting the plates down. “But…I reckon’ they both headed to the restroom. Hope they come back while it’s still nice and hot.”
Blissfully unaware that the “cute lil’ mister” was trapped underneath her left boot, Sadie turned on her heel and walked off. You quickly thanked the stars you hadn’t just been ground to paste by her heel turn, but retracted your thanks as you felt your body rise into the air as Sadie took a step with her left foot. Sighing deeply, it was quite apparent that you were stuck to the bottom of her boot.
Thinking as quickly as you could manage, and thankfully facing outwards from her boot, you spotted a clump of hay about to welcome Sadie’s boot as a landing pad. Reforming your free hand at lightning speed, you waited for the last second and latched onto the hay right as Sadie stepped down.
You grimaced as your body was pounded once more by Sadie’s footfall, but the cushion of hay kept you from fully flattening. Keeping your grip on the hay, you held tight as hard as you could, and when Sadie stepped again, her boot lifted into the air, and you popped free. Catching an unintentional glimpse up her long legs, the last you saw before Sadie sauntered out of view was her cute, frilly pink panties.
Reforming your squashed half, you berated yourself for thinking thoughts like that even during a dangerous situation like being on the floor of a restaurant where no one knew you. Unfortunately, you had always found yourself drawn to beautiful giantesses, and your penchant for staring at gotten you into more trouble than you cared to think about. It was hard, being an eighteen-year-old tiny guy prone to accidents involving gorgeous girls.
Sitting up abruptly, you slapped your head upon realizing you were fulfilling your own self prophecy this very moment, lying on the floor thinking about accidents with giantesses instead of running to safety. Jumping to your feet, your hopes sank as you realized you were already too late. Right in front of you, the gigantic bristles of a push broom descended upon you, and overtook you in seconds.
Another restaurant waitress was currently in the process of sweeping the floor, which was a lot different than at other eating establishments. At “Sally’s Southern Delights”, sweeping meant taking clumps of straw and hay, and distributing them more evenly across the restaurant’s wooden floors. The staff were fully committed to the atmosphere, and thus, the giantess waitress found herself essentially making the place dirtier.
Humming a little song to herself, the waitress dragged the pile of hay and straw, scattering it under tables and around the restaurant, wherever large patches of floor were visible. As you had been on the top of the pile, you found yourself entangled in the bristles of the broom, and unable to get loose. Rough scraps of straw and hay scratched and clawed at you, and it wasn’t long before you found your clothes being torn to shreds.
Reaching the front of the restaurant, the waitress was finished running out of her hay pile, still oblivious to a living, breathing human swept up during her task. She was about to return the broom to the back closet of cleaning supplies, when the receptionist grabbed her shoulder.
“Hey! Take seatin’ arrangement fer me. The boss wanted to chat fer a spell.”
“Sure thang hun!” The waitress responded, moving aside for the receptionist to dash to the back of the diner. Stepping into place, the waitress banged the broom against the side of the wall to clean it out for good measure, and then dropped it behind her out of the way of customers.
When she banged the broom against the wall, your body dislodged, flying out a few feet away from her. Lying on your back and staring straight up, you rubbed dust and grime from your eye, and tried to sit up. No sooner had you tried, than a preppy teenager and her mother walked to their seats, directed by the waitress.
The teen’s sneaker slammed onto you, smushing you flat for what felt like the millionth time that day. More grime from her shoe smeared onto your one-inch body as she pressed down and the moved off of you, only for a dangerously sharp looking heel to descend next, courtesy of her mother. The heel jabbed into your chest, causing you to mentally cry out (as your flattened lungs couldn’t exactly produce sound).
As the heel lifted off of you, the mother’s foot dragged back a bit, and the heel cut a line down your shirt, jeans, and underwear, leaving your as naked as the day you were born. It was at that moment that you noted the frighteningly similar color of wood floor to your own skin tone. Now, not only were you naked, and the size of a miniscule tiny, but you blended in nearly exactly to the floor that every giantess in the diner was already used to ignoring.
Flattened out like a sticker, you could only pray that what happened next wouldn’t make things worse.
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