Norah was in a mix of anguish and awe as she gushed at the cute sight of her beloved tiny nephew curled up in a ball on the living room couch. She wanted to just let him be, as she suspected he would ask of her if he were awake, but the image of the shivering, helpless little boy just spurred her right into action. Plucking the tiny from the couch, Norah slammed her behind right where you had been seconds prior as she peered down at you affectionately in her warm palm.
In an attempt to think fast, Norah did the first thing she could think of. Cupping her free hand over your inch-tall body, Norah brought her plump lips towards a hole she made in her grip, blowing out deep throaty exhales in an attempt to warm you as much as possible. It was as if she was trying to fog up a window with her breath, but only this was at point blank range, and the air had no where to escape to.
Norah's hot breath totally engulfed the little crevice she had made in her palm, her humid air causing minuscule drops of moisture to drip along your face. You, of course, stirred awake from this hurricane of steam, met with the ungodly horrific sight of your aunt's gaping mouth at the hole of her hand. You wanted to open your mouth to ask what was going on, but right as you did Norah blew out another round of her muggy breath, forcing her second-hand air down your throat and stinging your eyes from the powerful gust.
You coughed against the overpowering feel and taste of Norah breath gushing into your lungs, some of her saliva splatted against your face and even into your exposed mouth. You tried to spew it out only to hear a sharp inhale ring out as Norah took a breath through her nose before breathing it all out warmly over you again and again. You were starting to wonder if you were still asleep, having some kind of awful nightmare where you had to endure the taste and smell of Norah spit all across your face and body.
Feeling the pleasant warmth running across her hands, Norah finally uncupped them to see how her favorite nephew was doing. She expected to see your happy smiling face, but was mortified to see you still bent up, coughing and shaking! "Oh gosh! I'm soooo sorry little Hunter! I should've made sure the house would stay nice and warm while I was gone!" Norah took her thumb and pressed it as lightly as she could into your face, attempting to get a read on your temperature but mainly just squashing your face a bit into the pad of her thumb.
"Yikes! You're like a little ice cube!" Norah's worry was skyrocketing, causing her thinking to only become more clouded as she became desperate for ways to warm her little tiny. "Ugh, how can I be so hot while you're freezing cold! I wish I could share my warmth with you little baby!" Norah gushed over you, with you still trying to get some fresh air while completely groggy from just waking up. Norah's face and words were still a bleary mess as your mind was in a fog.
Norah began tapping her foot, still clad in her fashionable gray winter boots, which suddenly gave her a shining idea. "That's it!" Norah exclaimed, "My feet are burning up in these furry ol' things, they'll be perfect for getting him nice and toasty!" Not needing to confirm anything with the supposedly sleeping and shivering tiny in her hand, Norah pried off her right boot, her thick and thoroughly sweat stained socks finally seeing the time of day, as she brought the boot up to her knee.
You finally seemed to be waking up and realizing you weren't having an awful dream, as you saw the long expanse of blackness that dangled in front of you as Norah hovered you into the gaping hole of the top of her fur-laden boots. You could feel an overwhelmingly powerful blast of heat, not to mention thick and pungent odor, radiating from the depths of the boot. You groggily rubbed the sleep from your eyes, right as you attempted to call out, "Huh...Norah?"
You were interrupted however by the mere light coughing of the redhead holding you as she caught a bit of the wave emanating from her trusty boot. "Phew, boots and my feet after a workout just do not mix!" Norah giggled softly, trying to stay quiet for you before finishing, "It's a good thing he's asleep, that way he doesn't have to deal with that smell! I know I can't!" She finished releasing her grip on you before letting the boot thud back onto the floor, getting the noxious thing away from her beautiful face.
Norah felt bad for the tiniest of moments, before she shrugged and remarked, "I guess it's nothing he hasn't dealt with before, he's probably used to this kind of stuff by now anyways! Yea I bet he can't smell a thing and all he feels is warm and toasty fur!" Happy with her totally foolproof logic, at least for her sake, Norah resigned to relax knowing her nephew was safe from all harm on the floor below.
You, on the other hand, felt like you had just been plunged into some kind of Hell. You had fallen asleep with thoughts of if Norah was safe, and you woke up only to be blew on and subsequently thrown into a musty old boot! You tried to peer up through the heel, only seeing the uncaring distant smile of your aunt seemingly miles away as she stared ahead oblivious to your torment. Your were enshrouded in blackness, the main thing filling your senses being the intense, overwhelming heat and stench that seemed to be staining your body and mind by the second. The walls were damp with noxious sweat, and soon you were unable to keep your footing on the swampy fabric, face planting onto the sopping and matted fur that had been so ruthlessly trampled under Norah's heel. You cried for mercy as you had gone from freezing to boiling in a matter of minutes, now being cooked alive in your own dear aunt's foot stench. And to think she was just peacefully sitting above, thinking you were in a nice cozy blanket totally unaware of your agony.
In the land of the normal-sized, Norah's nose picked a tiny sour smell coming from her workout socks. "Oh, yikes...I'd take these off but then my feet would be cold!" Norah rubbed her chin in deep thought on how to solve this dire issue before coming to the most obvious solution, "Ah! I bet Hunter won't mind a little cuddle buddy! It'll keep him extra warm too!"
Peering briefly into the shaft of her boot, Norah saw your body laying flat against the fur of the sole. "Awww~! He loves it!" She cooed before shaking the boot to allow your body to tumble towards the front.
You screamed as you pin-balled through the furry and wet cave, landing in a sopping thud where the deep creases of Norah's toes had left their imprint for you to lie in. The smell multiplied ten fold as the air supply was totally cut off, any light as well suddenly cut off as the hole at the top was blocked out by something.
You felt the boot quaking as Norah hummed while pushing her foot casually into her boot to keep the strong smell away from herself. She was beaming with pride at her babysitting skills, happy she had been able to solve all your guys problems in a way that worked out flawlessly for both of you. Sure, what was most important was that she keep her feet nice and toasty, but it filled her with joy to know you would get some peaceful shuteye in a cozy place as well!
"Sheesh, it's a little too hot, making my feet sweat so heavily and all, but at least Hunter's warm and I don't have to deal with the smell!" Norah mused happily, hoping her wet new companion for you didn't wake you from your tiny dreams.
You were rolled and squashed powerfully as Norah's foot squeezed in, taking up every micrometer of space and flattening you into the insole like paper. Norah scrunched her toes purely out of habit happily above, squeezing their fresh and salty perspiration out all over you. All you could breath was her all-encompassing foot smell, and all you could feel was her warm socks squeezing the life from you as she merely sat and watched some evening television.
(Flashback End)
Quinn's face was frozen in pure horror. She had never heard a tiny recount so specifically what awful torment an experience like that could be like. "O-okay. I think I'm beginning to grasp how Norah was not very good at helping..." Quinn said, not even able to look at you she was so embarrassed.
You crossed your arms in smug victory, happy you had finished recounting such an awful tale. "Oh, you're beginning to? Should I go on about how long it took her to remember I was in those boots? Or do you get the picture?"
Quinn shook her head violently, feeling awful she'd even brought it up. "No, no! That's fine. I imagine with Norah it was...a while..." Quinn looked down at you, not sure if she wanted to hug you and tell you everything would be okay or congratulate you for somehow turning out an okay dude.
"And then some..." you muttered, wanting to move on from this dreary topic. "If it makes you feel any better, this kind of snapped me out of my angsty phase, I made sure to always communicate with Norah as much as possible about what to do and not to do from then on!"
Quinn perked an eyebrow, "From then on? You mean she didn't really know how to interact with tinies until your late teens?"
You moved your arms in circles trying to express it was pretty complicated. "Well she did work with tinies for a job...but that kind of gave her a weird view on them to begin with. It wasn't until I was at least thirteen that she really treated tinies more normally"
Each statement you gave only made Quinn more confused, "More normally? What do you define as less normal?"
You sighed, "I guess it's a long story..." To get the picture across, you decided to tell a story...
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