Minutes pass. As Ben weeps into his hands in his basement, the door to the backyard suddenly swings open with a dull, rusty creak.
Ben twirls around as a sharp rush of blustery wind blows into the room and hits him square-on. Oversized crusty leaves from outside blow in and dance across the floor, scattering all around him.
Ben covers his eyes and stares through his windblown hair at the doorway on the other side of the room and sees the silhouette of a little girl, her face clouded and blond pigtails glowing by a frame of blindingly white light.
The girl slowly takes a step inside and places her foot inside the doorway, craning her little neck as she cautiously peers in. Ben's heart jumps for joy; a rescuer has come!
After a moment, the girl lifts her other foot and steps fully inside. The rattling door slams with a crash behind her, and suddenly the room is darkened again.
Ben rubs his eyes and squints while his eyesight adjusts. Gradually he begins to make out features beneath the shadows of the girl's nose and eye sockets. She takes another step forward, her arms slightly lifted and hands hovering at her sides apprehensively. Bars of light beaming in from the nearby vent roll up her collarbone and onto her face. Ben gasps. It's Jena, the cute 11-year-old neighbor who visits all the time. Her big blue eyes scan the room from under her locks of golden hair. Her pink lips are pursed with uneasiness. She spots the twirling smoke emitting from the shrink machine and senses something's amiss.
She takes yet another step. The muffled clap of her sole against the frigid stone is heard.
Jena calls out for someone. "Heellooo?"
With a shout of relief Ben dashes toward her with arms outstretched. He's never been so happy to see---
Ben skids to a stop and falls on his back. As he ran over to Jena he was suddenly overtaken by how immense she was, and when he saw her gargantuan feet lying flat and encircling him, he fell over himself with shock.
Lying flat, Ben finds himself paralyzed, totally unable to move as he stares straight up at the once-little girl he knew. Although her height couldn't begin to compare with his mother's, all of a sudden Jena had become a mountain in her own right. Her short, stubby limbs were no less frightful to look at than Dana's own firm, toned ones. Jena's smooth, plump thighs scraped the sky above him as they loomed over her knees and reached all the way up into into her denim coveralls. Her tiny fingers now resembled giant, bus-sized sausages, curling against each other high into the air overhead.
Worst was her feet. Those adorable, chubby, tiny feet that Jena hated to stuff into rigid shoes or sandals, with broad bottoms that always squished against the pavement when they all played jumprope together, and the roundest toes with cute, glimmering nails she loved to paint flowers on. Jena's feet were probably the most innocent, dainty things you could ever lay your eyes on.
But now things were different. Those rows of charming little toes now sprawled out across the concrete landscape, pawing at it and flexing together so tiny folds of skin beside each toenail deepened with every clench. Her soot-covered soles laid flat against the floor, covering every inch in sight like and stretching off into the distance behind Ben like jetliners.
And the smell, the smell! As soon as Ben approached the giaint girl he was hit by the most head-swooning aroma of warm flesh that he had ever encountered outside of his sister's laundry hamper. All at once he imagined the sight of two wrinkled, slightly damp feet, just having emerged from the humid interior of a pair of girl's sneakers after an hour of harsh yellow sunlight beating against them on a hot afternoon, the heat mixing with that of sun-drenched sidewalk and creating a smoldering warmth against their soles...
The sound of Jena's foot raising it's heel off the ground and sliding backward against the floor fills the air like the sound of a wave on the beach. From directly below her Ben can only make out her chin, nostrils and tight, gap-toothed mouth as she cocks her head to her shoulder. Her massive foot continues to slide, barely avoiding grazing Ben's body and rests itself next to it's cousin, her broad heel hanging in the air and toes gently pressed against the skin of her other foot. She bends her knee slightly and puts her hand on her hip, striking her signature stance of doe-eyed bewilderment. The flesh of her sole compresses further against the floor and the skin along her knee squishes and creases as she shifts her body's weight onto the one leg.
Still gawking up at the amazonian child high above him, Ben barely has enough time to get to his feet when...
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