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Rated: 18+ · Interactive · Adult · #2205024
A brilliant, one-inch tall guy starts a private tutor business. Maybe not his best idea.
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Chapter #7

Chloe asks for another story

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Chloe smiled as Shannon finished her retelling of the story behind that picture, even breaking into a laugh upon seeing how embarrassed it made Stacy look. She had always worried about you in predicaments like this, but seeing how nonchalantly Shannon told stories about you being squished eased her mind a bit. With still some thoughts of your unknown whereabouts on her mind, she decided that she wanted to hear more about these pictures first.

"Hey Aunt Shannon, what's the deal with this one?" Chloe asked, pointing to the picture in the bottom left of the page. Shannon smiled, looking at the picture herself. It was a fantastic picture of her, glancing over her shoulder with cute spandex athletic gear on her hair tied up in a ponytail. She giggled slightly upon looking at her foot and seeing your tiny form ironed flat onto her sole. Shannon began to recount the tale in great detail. If you could have heard your mother's retelling of this story you would have been flabbergasted at how well she could remember these incidents, yet be able to forget about your existence in a matter of minutes. Regardless, you had a mountain of jiggly ass flesh in your way, preventing you from hearing practically anything in your current position under Chloe. But the rest of the women present listened intently, Stacy already covering her face in embarrassment.

***

The time was last summer, during a break in your usual schedule of rigorous studies. With the time you had off your mom had come up with the idea to visit the nearby national park and explore some of the great outdoors for a weekend. Naturally you were trepidatious, having spent the vast majority of your life indoors and STILL managing to get yourself into trouble with alarming regularity. However, your intensive studying of geography and environmental studies the semester before had piqued your interest in the beauty of nature. Reluctantly you had agreed to go on the trip, and your mom and sister quickly packed all of the necessary supplies you three would need. You tried your best to be helpful in the process, but ultimately you were just putting yourself at risk being among your giantess family members while they were loading up the car. Soon enough everything was ready, and both Stacy and Shannon went to change into their hiking outfits before you all took off.

Minutes later Stacy came out wearing short yet casual khaki shorts and a loose-fitting, billowy shirt. You waved and smiled at her, receiving a smile in return, before you heard the door to Shannon's room crack open. You groaned audibly upon seeing your mother, dressed in nothing more than matching spandex shorts and a sports bra, alongside some chunky hiking boots. You had hoped that for once Shannon would dress somewhat appropriately since the trip wouldn't even involve seeing many more people than you and Stacy, but your hopes were dashed. Shannon smiled at you on the counter and you smiled back, realizing there was no use in maintaining judgment right before a fun trip. Almost immediately Shannon walked by you and grabbed you a bit roughly before carrying you into the car. Placing you in the cupholder you looked up at your family members and flashed two thumbs ups. The drive began and surprisingly it went by without a hitch! You sat peacefully in the cupholder, being picked up by Stacy a few times, but otherwise staying uncrushed! There was a brief moment where Shannon unconsciously attempted to place her water bottle into your cup holder and you cowered in fear, but Stacy had quick enough reactions to stop her. After a few hours it seemed you had reached your destination and you three began setting up camp.

Stacy and Shannon walked around the campsite, setting down ice chests and other things you might need before turning their attention to the tent. Shannon was far too ditzy to figure out the intricacies of setting up the tent, so she told Stacy she would go sit down in the car briefly while she finished up. You had managed to climb your way up to the window of the car at this point, watching as your mother's ludicrously-clothed body sauntered back towards you. Strangely enough, her usual strut looked a bit different, as Shannon clearly felt discomfort when stepping on her right foot. Your saw her face scrunch up in annoyance as she gingerly walked towards the car, opening the door on the other side of you. Plopping her massive rear onto the seat made you sweat a bit, just seeing the carelessness with which she threw her body around. Luckily you were nowhere in danger as Shannon settled in and began to talk to herself quietly.

"Ugh, what is this thing?" Shannon whispered, shaking her right foot. "Feels like a stupid rock or something." She continued, reaching down now to untie her hiking boot.

Feeling curious, you asked Shannon, "What's up, mom? Is something wrong?" Shannon looked around, almost startled to hear you speak before seeing your tiny body on the opposite windowsill.

"Oh! Sammy! I didn't see you there! Yeah something is wrong, there's this darn... wait a second. Do you mind doing me a tiny little favor?" Shannon asked you. You gulped, knowing that these situations did not often end well. Reluctantly you responded,

"Uhh sure, what is it?" you said hesitantly.

"Oh great! Thank you so much!" Shannon exclaimed, reaching over and grabbing you. "I got this small little rock in my shoe and I can't seem to get it out! If you could go in there and dig it out that would be amazing. It feels so annoying on my feet!" You glanced down before responding, seeing that Shannon had already lifted her massive right foot out of the hiking boot. You frowned, seeing that Shannon's foot was bare as well, not understanding why she would possibly decide not to wear socks while hiking. Just as you attempted to voice your concern, Shannon said a quick, "Thanks!" before lowering you into the abyss of her boot.

Almost immediately the smell hit you like a ton of bricks, and you regretted every second of agreeing to help Shannon with this task. Reaching the slightly damp sole, Shannon dropped you and you tumbled slightly before standing up and looking around. A small bit of light was coming in from above, allowing you to see your surroundings. You searched for what must have been around five minutes before finally stumbling across the relatively tiny pebble stuck in the insole. You reached down, standing over the pebble, attempting to dislodge it. Unfortunately, while this was an insignificantly sized rock to your mother or any normal person, it was a decently heavy stone for your one inch form. Straining, you put more and more effort into the task.

Far above you, Shannon was leaning back in her chair, enjoying the brief respite from setting up the campsite. She was happy that Sammy was willing to go inside of her smelly boot just to help her out, but her thoughts didn't linger on this long as they begin to wander to other things. Moments later, your existence had left the forefront of her mind, and she was already thinking about what to do during the weekend. Suddenly, Stacy's voice called out.

"Hey mom! Can you help me real quick!" Shannon sat up, and looked out the car window to see Stacy waving her over.

"Yeah sure, I'll be right there!" Shannon responded. Without a second thought she grabbed her right boot and quickly slipped her sock-less foot inside. Pressing it down into the sole she felt nothing but squishy support, and began tying the laces. Seconds later she was finished and stepped out of the car, walking over towards Stacy to help her finish setting up the tent.

Meanwhile, your world had become a nightmare, as what started with the earthquake of Shannon picking up her shoe had quickly been replaced with the familiar yet terrible experience of her heavy, sweaty, sole pressing down onto you. Moments before the light above you had been blocked out, and you attempted to scream but your voice was nowhere near reaching Shannon's ditzy ears. Immediately you felt the immense, warm, pressure of her foot pressing down onto your back. What's worse is that your squishy body was slammed right onto the pebble, causing you even more discomfort. Unbeknownst to you though, your body's malleable qualities had completely absorbed the irritation of the pebble, causing Shannon to feel no discomfort at all as she slipped you on. You felt the pressure on you increase tenfold as Shannon stepped out of the car, and repeated with every step she took. Whimpering slightly, you hoped that she would remember you.

Back up in the realm of normal sized people, Shannon and Stacy had worked for nearly 30 more minutes before finally finishing setting up the campsite. They both wiped sweat off of their foreheads, Shannon wiping a considerable more amount, before Stacy spoke up.

"The campsite looks great! Do you want me to take a picture of you and Sammy in front of it?" Stacy knew how much Shannon loved having her photo taken, and felt like doing something nice for her mom after she helped her out.

"Sure! That sounds great!" Shannon responded. Stacy looked back at the windowsill where she saw you earlier, but you were nowhere to be found.

"Uhh mom, where's Sam at?" She asked. Shannon thought for a moment before responding

"Oh, he was helping me get a rock out of my boots, sweetie." She responded, happy that she had remembered something for once. Stacy looked puzzled before stating,

"Umm, mom, you're wearing your boots right now. Please tell me you took him out."

Shannon's heart dropped, "Uh oh." before slipping her boot off as quickly as she could. Light was cast into your prison as you felt your body fly through the air, clearly stuck to Shannon's foot. As your eyes adjusted to the light you saw Shannon's face, sheepishly and worriedly smiling down at you. "Sorry about that Sammy." To your surprise, Shannon simply tilted her foot towards Stacy and posed for the picture. Stacy was shocked at Shannon's nonchalance...
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