My head rested, cupped in my hands as I watched her. Amanda, the most beautiful girl I’d ever seen. I
sighed gently as my eyes soaked up her gorgeous, lightly freckled face, her sensuous plump lips, her lovely baby blue
eyes and her soft, long and straight dirty blonde hair. I glanced slowly down her perfect body. Not too skinny, but
not too fat, she was just right. Her nice, full breast and trim tummy. Her gorgeous bronze legs which extended from
her short Hawaiian print skirt and her dainty feet and cute, violet painted toes which were strapped to a pair of black
open-toed sandals. God definitely spent some extra time with her...she was perfect!

“RANDY!” My math teacher exclaimed!

I jumped up in my desk and my heart just about pounded through my chest. There was a slight murmur of
giggles throughout the class and I cleared my throat.

“Yes Ms. Muller?” I asked with a slight smirk on my face. Mrs. Muller constantly yelled at me for day
dreamer and loved to catch me off guard. But with a girl like Amanda in the class, who could blame me?

“Randy, now that you’re back from dreamland, maybe YOU can tell the class how to do Linear
Equations...” She tapped her navy blue pump on the tile floor as she waited for my response. I wrinkled my nose
slightly as I compared Ms. Muller to Amanda, in my mind. Ms. Muller was well into her 50’s and looked it. Her
ratty brown hair was put up into a bun and her face was slightly wrinkled, you could see the many years of stress
students like me put on her. Her lips were thin, pale and chapped badly. She probably had more lipstick on her teeth
than her actual lips and she had a slimy tongue that often spit saliva on you along with fowl breath when she talked.
She wore a black blazer and tan nylons which lightly showed varicose vains underneath the material.

I snapped from my mental comparison and racked my brain for some way to bull s---my way out of this
one.

“Hmmmm.....ummmmm....hm....I....don’t know...” I replied as I looked at the jungle or writing on the
chalkboard. I looked to Ms. Muller with a blank expression on my face and she frowned at me with disapproval.

“Mr. Mathers, I seriously doubt you will pass my class this semester, so I suggest you get on the RIGHT
path and start paying attention.”

“Uhh...ok... may I use the restroom?” I asked politely with a fake, friendly smile on my face. Ms. Muller
groaned slightly under a sigh and nodded to me.

I got up from my desk and gladly took the wooden hall pass from the teacher’s desk and started toward the
door. As I passed by Amanda’s desk I glanced down at her with a slight smile on my lips. She looked up to me and
returned the smile with those magnificent lips of hers. My heart warmed and skipped a beat as I continued to the
door.

As I stepped out into the hall, I let the door slam behind me and sighed. A mental image of Amanda was
stuck in my mind and I began to walk around the school. I must have wandered the halls for 10 minutes, thinking of
Amanda and visiting my friends that I passed in the hall when I realized that I’d been gone way to long, so I hurried
back towards my class, not wanting to hear a lecture from Ms. Muller about leaving class like that. On my way back
to class, I stopped at the drinking and took a quick swig of water.

“BLAH!” I spit the fowl tasting water out. “What the f---??” I muttered to myself as I spit some more into
the fountain. I glanced up at the wall the fountain was mounted too and read the paper sign taped to the wall.

'OUT OF ORDER'

“Great...” I muttered to myself. Then I chuckled lightly, “I’ll probably wake up with a third arm growing
out of my chest tomorrow.” I thought to myself as I smirked slightly. So I continued on my way to class.

As I sauntered down the last hallway before my class I started feeling warm. My whole body grew warm
and I felt my cheeks flush. Then suddenly my body jolted in pain. I winced and clutched my stomach as I doubled
over as the piercing aches stabbed throughout my body. I started to stagger down the hallway, and the pain began to
subside, but the pain was quickly replaced by dizziness. I braced my back up against the cool plaster wall and slowly
slid down it to the floor, that’s when everything blacked out.

I moaned slightly as my vision slowly came back to me. Everything felt fine, strangely, when I woke. How
long had I been unconscious? I thought to myself. I felt for the wall and used it to help me up to my feet. I blinked
twice and glanced around my surroundings... where was I??

Off in the distance I could see a gigantic white wall. I followed the wall up thousands of feet where it
connected to the ceiling.

“W-what the hell??” I stuttered to myself. I anxiously peered about my new surroundings and the hair on
my neck began to stand as I realized what had happened. As hard as it was to believe, I had shrunk!! How small? I
didn’t know. I was scared. Scared for my life, so I just began to run. Run where? I didn’t know, but I had to get
moving.

After running for a few minutes and realizing that I had probably only run a few feet, I stopped and started
to think rationally. Then suddenly, over my panting and puffing for oxygen, I large boom rattled through my body.
My muscles tensed up and my eyes widened as the bass from the boom constantly rippled through my body. The
noise became louder and louder and I became even more afraid. I slowly turned around, gritting my teeth tightly
together. Around the corner of the hallway came an awesome, but frightening sight to behold. A giantess.... she was
huge! She had beautiful red hair and a pretty, kinda chubby face. She wore a tube top and a pair of pedal pushers.

After ogling over her for a few seconds my heart froze as I realized she was still walking my direction at a
tremendous speed! Again, fear triggered my instincts and I started to run for my life. My tiny legs pumped rapidly as
I ran towards the wall, but my speed was no match for hers.

Her body towered over me and I was cast in her humungous shadow as she came dangerously near to me. I
dropped to my knees as my legs turned to mush, from exhaustion and fear, underneath me. I looked at her feet, giant
feet clad in a pair of platforms. Her giant, plump toes turned white as her foot landed under her immense weight and
then turned pink again as her foot lifted to take another step.

I shook uncontrollably as she arrived just one step away from me. The giant foot came down with a
thunderous BOOM! There was a light, musty odor in the air from her sweaty feet. Then as quickly as her foot came,
it left.

I flopped onto my back, scared stiff as I laid there and watch the giantess walk away. I gulped, my eyes felt
like they were stuck open and they teared from being open too long. I gulped one more time and shook my head
quickly to clear it of what just happened.

“Ok Randy... get a grip.” I said softly to myself. I began to think about what to do as I made my way back
over to the wall where it was safe...



“Out of Order” Part II

After recuperating for a few minutes from my close call. I started pondering on how I could get some help
and get back to my normal size. “Amanda!” I thought to myself, “I have to get to Amanda! She could help me!”. I
stared off down the hallway a ways and saw my algebra room. then I looked to my watch.

“15 minutes!” I gasped. I only had 15 minutes until the bell was going to ring. 15 minutes until the hallway
filled up with hundreds of giant feet. And I only had 15 minutes to reach Amanda before she left. It was Friday! I’d
be stuck at school if I didn’t get help soon.

I wasted no more time thinking and darted off to my classroom as fast as my legs could carry me. It seemed
only a half a mile away to the door. I finally reached the door in about 4 minutes and took a quick breather. 'Thank
God I’m in shape,” I thought to myself. Now was the moment of truth, I couldn’t afford to screw up.

I took one final deep breath and slipped under the doorway. It was an easy fit, I only had to crouch down a
little bit. Once inside the landscape my eyes absorbed was amazing. Towering pillars of metal and plastic and flesh.
There were at least 30 students in here and Amanda was close to the front of the class. I couldn’t risk walking out in
the open and getting caught by someone, or even Ms. Muller. I shivered to myself, thinking of getting captured by a
teacher who hated his guts.

I shook my head free of thoughts and got moving. Time was wasting. I ran under the first desk (my first
obstacle) and there was a giant pair of dirty Nikes underneath the seat portion of the desk. The Nikes stood on the
toe end and they toward high above me. The stench from these Nikes was repulsing, she obviously played basketball
or some sport. I got on my guard and slowly crept by the giant feet with no trouble. Ahead I could see about 5 more
pairs of feet and then, Amanda’s feet!

My heart pounded with excitement and hope pushed me further toward my destination. The next pair of feet
were in a pair of Dr. Martin boots. This person was fidgeting around with his feet and kept stubbing his toe into the
floor, making a resounding “THUNK, THUNK, THUNK,” which echoed through my body. I took a deep breath,
unsure of what this giant was going to do next with his feet. I gritted my teeth and sprinted across, smiling as I
almost made it a quarter of the way there when the giant stopped stubbing his boot into the floor and laid his foot
down flat right behind me! I gave a tiny peep as a rush of air came up behind me and I saw boot tread rushing toward
my body. I dove at the last minute and rolled underneath the next desk just as the foot landed with a “WHUMP!”. I
gave a shaky sigh of relief and looked toward my next challenge.

Before me, laying on their sides with their soles pressed together were two giant, bare female feet. I smiled
a bit, cause they looked a bit softer than the boots I just met. These must have been Natalie’s feet! That meant I was
getting closer to Amanda. Natalie was a very pretty Hispanic girl who always wore open toe shoes or sandals no
matter what the weather was like. I looked over her gorgeous, slightly tanned feet and her bright red toenails. I
wanted to touch them! I’ve always wanted to touch them and feel how soft they were and now was as good of a
chance as any. So slowly, I stalked forward toward her shapely, soft heels. The smell was extremely intoxicating and
erotic. There was the light essence of perfume and lotion emanating from her feet mixed with the thick musty smell
of feet. The ammount of heat coming from from her feet was incredible and I felt the slight musty heat touch against my skin. I was in heaven! Slowly and shyly, I reached forward and stroked the back of her heel with my fingertips. I
smiled warmly at the softness of her skin and then I slid my entire hand over it. How great they felt! But Natalie felt
it to because her foot twitched. I blinked and backed away from it, feeling like I just woke up a powerful beast from
its slumber. Her foot lifted up and swung back lightly at me. Her toes struck my body and I rolled back for about 5
feet. My ears rung with pain and I cursed myself for being foolish, then it struck me!

“Oh crap! Five minutes!!” My tiny voice squeaked out. I looked at Natalie’s feet one more time and darted
off toward Amanda! With every step I took Amanda’s name popped into my mind. I had to get to her! I ran as hard
as I could, running past a few more sneakers and a couple of pairs of sandals, then finally, with 2 minutes left, I
reached Amanda’s feet. My heart pounded with joy! And I started jumping up and down with happiness! I had done
it! I had run past the gauntlet of feet and reached Amanda!

As I looked slowly over her beautiful feet strapped into those sexy sandals, my heart melted. It was like I
had found the greatest treasure in the universe! I scurried up to the massive, beautiful feet and reaching up, standing
up on my toes, I brushed my fingers lightly along the side of her soft foot until I reached the front where her toes
were. I smiled at the five plump treasures, painted violet. I stood up next to her big toe, which came up to about my
waist and brushed my hand over the smooth purple polish, much like one brushes his hand over the paint of a new
car.

I wanted to enjoy her feet a little longer, but I knew I had to get to business. I had to get myself on one of
her sandal straps before the bell rang, or I’d be left for dead at the school. As lightly and carefully as I could, I
started to climb up her foot to the top strap where I could stay until she was alone and I could get her attention,
somehow.

“DONG! DONG! DONG!” the bell rang out and just about shattered my ear drums. I let go of my strap to
cover my ears quickly, just as Amanda swung her foot around to get out of her desk.

“Ahhh!” I screamed as I was flung from her sandal. I hit the ground, skidding across the tile floor, collecting
large clumps of dusts from the unclean floor. Finally I stopped sliding underneath the teachers desk. I wanted to
jump up and get back on the sandal, but I had hit my head hard and I was very disoriented. My heart was crushed as
I watched from under the desk. All of the feet in the class room filed out the door. I wanted to cry and I started to
breathe heavy. I felt like somebody socked me in the gut. What the hell was I going to do now? This wasn’t
suppose to happen!

During my thoughts of despair. There was a sharp “CLAK, CLAK, CLAK” noise behind me. I didn’t take
much notice to it at first, but all of the sudden, my guts lurched as I realized who it was. It was Ms. Muller!! I
turned slowly around to find two giant navy blue pumps at the other side of the desk.

“Nooo...” I groaned quietly to myself and thought, “Could my day get any worse?” I was afraid of the
answer to that question...


Part III

I ran my fingers slowly through my hair and took a deep breath. There was the slight smell of feet and
leather in the air coming from Ms. Muller’s pumps at the other side of the desk. I wrinkled my nose and thought
about how they would smell up close and without shoes on.

It felt like I had stood there for an eternity. I stood there and thought about what I was going to do. Should
I get Ms. Muller’s attention? What would she do if she found me? Would she help me or get back at me for all the
stress I had put her through this year? It seemed like a new question popped in my head every second. I needed
help, bad.

Finally, I decided. I kept telling myself that I was crazy for doing this, but I was desperate. I had to get her
attention. Slowly, because I wasn’t in a big hurry to do this, I made my way over to the gigantic pumps. I glanced
down at my hands and watched my fingers shake from nervousness. Butterflies fluttered about inside my stomach,
but I kept walking, I had to do this.

The musty, vinegar smell of feet got stronger and stronger the closer I got. Finally, I reached her shoes and
I thought about how I was going to get her attention. Should I kick and hit her pumps until she looked down at me?
Or should I scream my head off and hope she hears me. I thought for a moment and remembered all those times that
I talked behind her back after she lectured me and I realized that her hearing wasn’t that great. So, kicking and
hitting it was. I stepped back a bit and charged the pump, swung my foot forward as hard as I could, striking the
hard leather surface.

“OUCH!” I screamed as it felt like I snapped all my toes! I hopped around on one foot for a moment,
cussing like a druken sailor. Her left foot shifted a bit. “YES! She felt it.” I thought to myself, but suddenly, my
hopes left me. Slowly her massive foot slipped from the pump. The pump fell over on it’s side with a hollow
“THUMP” and the opening was now facing me. A wave of hot, damp air flowed from the pump and enveloped
around me. The smell was overpowering! My eyes instantly watered and I gagged from the stench. It was like being
in a sultry, humid swamp. I gasped for a breath, but only the stench of her feet filled my mouth and I coughed. With
watered eyes, I looked up just as her giant, nylon covered foot came down on top of me.

I let an “omph!” slip from my lips as the force of her massive foot knocked the wind from my lungs. I was
trapped! Her massive nylon covered sole pinned me to the tile floor. I was pressed completely into the soft sole of
her foot. The sweat from her nylon soaked my clothes and drenched my face, some dripping into my mouth. I
writhed back and forth, trying to free myself from my smothering prison.

“Hehe!” I heard a muffled giggle from underneath her foot. Slowly, all the pressure was relieved from my
body and her foot lifted from me. I gulped the fresh air down as I instantly sprung up from the floor. I coughed
slightly and wiped the vile foot sweat from my face.

“Oh my! What do we have here??” Ms. Muller’s high pitched, nasally voice rang down from above me and
before I knew it, two cold, dry fingers gripped my waist and lifted me from the floor, making me feel like my stomach
was left where I stood. She lifted me level to her huge face and squinted at my tiny form between her fingers with her
cold hazel eyes. I kicked and struggled against the giantess’ fingers, but their cold, iron grip did not budge.

“Do my old eyes decieve me, or do I see an itty, bitty man between my fingers?” She asked as she brought
my minute body closer to her face. Her sickening, moist breath washed over my body and I held my breath for a
second. A funny grin spread across her lips, baring her boulder size, yellowish-white teeth. Her slimy, thin tongue
rolled slowly across her bottom lip, instantly moistening the chapped surface. I started to squirm wildly again,
sickened by her.

“Ms. Muller! It’s me! Randy Mathers! From 6th period!!!” I screamed to the top of my lungs. Her eyes
widened a bit and so did her grin.

“Ahhh...Mr. Mathers. I was wondering why you never returned to class.” She smirked evily at me and
brought her other hand up, pinching the back of my shirt between her fingertips. She released with her other hand
and let me dangle freely by my shirt before her massive face. She giggled again, “You certainly are an adorable little
thing, aren’t you?”

“THING!” I thought to myself. I wasn’t a thing! I was a man! “Ms. Muller, please! I need your help! I
took a drink from the fountain down the hall and it shrunk me!! You have to help me grow back!”

“I have to help you?” She inquired in a way that made me shiver. “I don’t have to do anything for you,
Randy Mathers. You frustrated the hell out of me everyday just so you could feel like a big shot in front of all of
your friends! I bet you don’t feel like a big shot NOW, Randy.” She snickered through her ugly, crooked teeth.
“This makes me wish all of my students were your size. Life would be so much easier.”

Now, anger was starting to mix with my fear. I swung my suspended body around violently and she snorted
a laugh at my actions. Her fowl breath was starting to get to me now and I began to feel sick to my stomach. There
was a slimy, wet noise as she licked her lips again and she inched my closer to her face. She sniffed and then brought
me closer under her nostril where she sniffed again.

“Why Mr. Mathers, you smell like... feet... did you like it down there under my big, old, smelly foot?” She
gave another high pitch, annoying giggle. “I sure liked it... you felt so warm...and squishy...”

I shuddered as she talked. I had to get away from her. Quickly, as she rambled on about how I tickled
under her sole, I threw my arms up and slipped from my shirt. I fell instantly, not knowing where I was going to land.

I looked down and rushing up underneath me was a giant coffee cup. I landed inside it with a tiny splash. I
struggled up to the surface almost immediately after hitting the cold, left over coffee. I spluttered out a mouth full of
the bitter black coffee and choked a bit on it. I looked out, and saw Ms. Muller grinning darkly down at me. The
sinister look on her face sent a shudder through my body as I treaded the disgusting sludge.

“Why Mr. Mathers! You look so adorabely helpless in there!.” She squealed and gave her annoying little titter.

I shivered slightly as the cold, sludge started to slowly pull me under. My pants were soaked and heavy as
well as my shoes. I felt like a tiny mouse that had fallen into a huge well. Suddenly, Ms. Muller’s hand filled my
vision as she reached into the cup. Her giant index finger pushed into my back and smushed me against her huge
thumb, so I was stuck between her grip. She easily lifted me from the cup and let me drip over it for a moment.

“Awwww, you look so cold and scared.” She cooed to me as if she were talking to a little puppy that she
had picked out of a gutter. “Here,” a smirk played across her lips, “let me help you out of those clothes...”

“No!” I chirped. I started to squirm violently between her iron grip. My teacher was NOT going to remove
my clothes, but then the cold reality hit me like a slug to the chest. What the hell was I going to do about it?
Nothing! I was a powerless insect pinched between the fingers of this giant, old, teacher.

Her fingertips released me and I fell down into her rough palm. The enormous plain of skin sunk slightly
under my weight. It had the texture of worn, cold, leather. Dry, white cracks scattered about across her palm. I
looked up at her viciously grinning face as she started intently down at me. Her free hand came up with her long,
bony, index finger extended. She pressed me down with the tip of her finger, pinning me down on my stomach and
slowly, she slide the tip of her index finger down my body, popping her long finger nail underneath the waistline of
my pants. Her index finger lifted up slightly and the nail tore through my pants like nothing, ripping them almost
completely off. Next she move down to my feet, gripping my foot between her index finger and thumb, and pulled
my shoe off, then did the same to the other foot. Finally she tore the rest of my pants and boxers off, leaving me
completely nude in the palm of her hand. I laid there limply, still stunned at the fact that my Algebra teacher was
stripping me naked.

A loud giggle broke my stunned state of mind and I popped up to my knees, still in her palm. “Oh my!
What a gorgeous little body!” She squealed at me. “I could just eat you up!”

Eat you up registered into my mind and I jumped up only to get pinned onto my back immediately by the
same finger that had stripped me of my clothes. I shrieked and punched against the giant fingertip the pressed me into
her palm! Then she started to explore my minute body. Her fingertip rubbed slowly down the short length of my
body. The unexpected action stole my breath away for a moment and my entire body stiffened up, my muscles locked
up. The giant fingertip hovered over my crotch just for a moment and then it lightly pressed against me. My body
shook and I was stunned again as my prick hardened.

“Oooo... you like that, don’t you? My little toy.” She spoke to me in a soft, comforting tone. Her fingertip
slowly and gently rubbed back and forth against my crotch and a low moan escaped my throat.

“Nooo, please stop!” I whined weakly as I sobbed. I wanted to cry in anger and fear. It felt as if my body
was betraying me.

“Shhh...” She cooed softly as she brought me closer to her face. I could feel her hot, rank breath flow
against my body as she brought me inches from her lips. “I just wanna...play with you.” She said softly as her
chapped, pale lips pressed roughly against my body, pressing me further into the flesh of her palm. I pressed as hard
as I could back against the giant lips, but I couldn’t stop them. Slowly, her lips parted and her long, slimy tongue
rolled from her mouth, smacking against my body. The rough tongue smothered my tiny body, and I stuck slightly to
the bumpy surface. I felt like was one of the guys in those cheesy science fiction movies getting attacked by the giant
slimy tentacle.

The monstrous tongue started to roll up and I slid along the skin of her palm as I was pushed with it. Her
tongue dragged me off her palm, between her fingers then into her massive mouth.

“Mmm...” She moaned with pleasure as her lips smacked shut, cutting the only light I had off. She slowly,
and rhythmically rolled her tongue back and forth along my body. I shuddered with pleasure, but I was still scared to
death knowing that at any moment I could slide down her throat and into enternity.

All of the sudden, the wet prison I was in shifted and I slid forward, landing on the back of her from teeth.
Her lips slowly parted and I fell out into the blinding light.

I screamed to the top of my lungs, not knowing where I was going to land next. The next thing I knew, my
surroundings had completely changed. I was falling into some sort of hole that was tan in color. No! It was her
nylons! My body struck the side of my new nylon prison and I tumbled down into the depths of the toe section.

“Well my little toy, I think it’s about time we go home!” She piped happily.

The strong, vinegar like smell of her feet filled my nostrils and I could taste it in the back of my throat. The
nylon shuddered slightly and I could hear her giant foot slowly slide against the fabric. Then five giant toes suddenly
popped into my view and they descended over my body and a rush of rank air flowed over me. Now my eyes began
to water from the stench.

Finally, after her foot was inserted completely, my tiny body settled underneath her old, raunchy toes. She
wiggles her toes slightly, giving me a good squeeze.

“Oh! You feel absolutely wonderful down there, Mr. Mathers. But I hope you learn to love my feet
because I think I’ll keep you down there for awhile. Now, in you go.” She smiled happily as she raised her foot and
began to insert it into the giant pump.

Darkness took over completely and with it, an even stronger odor of foot sweat and leather. I didn’t know
how I was going to survive this! I began to struggle a bit and her toes instinctively flexed down, squeezing my breath
slowly from my lungs. When her toes relaxed I took in a large gulp of air, along with the taste of her sweaty, smelly
feet.
Moments later, she stood up and her giant toes smashed me deeper into the crevice where her toes join her
foot. My face burrowed between her big and second toe, forcing me to inhale her foot odor and making the
perspiration from her foot slowly creep its way between my lips. I gagged and thrashed about, but her shoe was
slowly becoming like a sauna and I quickly ran out of energy.

Minutes later, the walking stopped and I heard her car start. We drove for awhile then her car stopped and
she got out. The pressure of her walking and standing only lasted for a minute and then, it was like a boulder had
been lifted off my chest. Her foot slipped from her pump and a refreshing blast of cool air came from underneath me.
Her foot shook a bit as she slid her nylon off, her giant toes lifted from my body and her gigantic face filled my view.

“Did you have a nice trip, my little sweet?” She giggled slightly and then sniffed. “Phew! My big, old feet
sure do stink, I hope you didn’t mind!” She squeaked out a laugh that made my ears ring and I quietly muttered to
myself.

Her long, bony index reached into the rolled up nylon and she scooped me out into the palm of her hand. I
rolled to the center of her palm and quickly jumped to my feet. My eyes took in my new surroundings. “Oh my
God!” I thought to myself, her house was just what I imagined it would be like, it hadn’t changed since the 60’s, I
bet. Blue, light blue and green shag carpeting. Huge, worn, brown leather couches. And a funky looking, giant
picture of an owl up on the wall. I had to chuckle to myself. I knew from went around school that Ms. Muller was a
widow and when her husband was murdered years ago, she took her maiden name back. There was even a rumor
around school that she killed her husband or had it arranged, but that was just gossip. I think she even had a daughter
that went to my school, but I wasn’t sure.

Her nasally voice boomed over me. “Now! First things first. My poor, old feet need some attention and
your going to give them the attention they need.” She snickered through her old, ugly teeth.

Her hand extended out over her coffee table and then tilted sideways. I slid easily over the dry, worn surface
of her palm, landing on my feet. The cold surface of the white marble table alarmed me slightly and I went up on my
tip-toes for a moment.

She leaned forward until I was level with her face. “Now you wait here, I’ll be right back. Don’t try to run
either, there will be consequences if you do.”

She got up from the couch and left the room through a hallway. “Consequences, Smoncequences,” my brain
informed me and I ran to the edge of the table. The only word that came from my mind after I saw the drop before
me was “Wow!”. My knees began to shake as I anxiously contemplated jumping.

BOOM, BOOM, BOOM, came the sound of her titanic barefeet, stomping down the hall. I had to do it, I
had to get away, so I lept. For a moment, my heart stood still as I flew away from the edge of the table, then my
heart pounded madly as I began my descent to the floor. The phrase, “Oh God, Oh God, Oh God,” thundered
through my mind as the floor came up on me. I hit the ground, and was suprised how lightly I hit, then I rolled
through the shag carpeting like a parachutist landing though a forest. Finally, my little trip ended and I jumped up,
grateful that nothing was broken, but I knew it wasn’t over yet. The carpeting came up to about my neck and I
looked up at the frame to the hallway just as Ms. Muller entered the room through it. My heart jumped up into my
throat and ran like a mad man! The carpeting was hard to get through, it was like trying to run through a field of
corn.

“Grrr!” She snarled angrily as she noticed my absence. “Mr. Mathers! I believe I told you to stay put! Now
I know you that you disobey me even out of the classroom! Well, just like at school, you will be punished!”

She stomped around the coffee table and stared down into the carpeting. I glanced up over my shoulder
only for a moment and instantly she reminded me of the Statue of Liberty, only with her hands on her hips. My legs
pumped harder and harder and I began to wheeze for air as I pushed through the carpet. I could almost feel her cold,
evil eyes searching for me like spotlights looking for an escaped prisoner. I dove into the carpet and lay down flat, so
she couldn’t see me moving through the carpet. My heart was thumping in my chest about a mile a minute and I was
breathing heavy.

“Ok, Randy Mathers, if you want to play hard ball, then I’m game. The longer it takes me to find you, the
harder your punishment will be, so you might as well give up!” Her voiced carried an icy tone that struck fear into
me. I couldn’t afford to get caught and I couldn’t afford to give up.

There was a muffled boom as she dropped to her knees in the carpet and then another light boom as she got
on all fours. I could hear her fingers scratch through the carpeting as she slowly swept the entire area in front of the
coffee table, then she moved on, combing the carpet as she went.

“Not good!” I said to myself, she was sure to find me this way, I had to find cover somewhere. Slowly, I
started to belly crawl through the carpeting, I had to get somewhere quick because she was gaining on me rapidly. I
decided to change direction and started crawling to my left as she got closer, and closer. Suddenly an index finger
slid by me and I winced, she was close! I could see the giant hand hovering back and forth over the carpet, the huge,
long fingers scraped for me. I picked up the pace and started crawling faster, and faster. Then I hit something huge
and soft.

“TOES!” my mind rang out and I threw myself backward, onto my butt. I felt sick. “This is it!” I thought,
“It’s alllll over now, say goodnight, Randy!”

Just as Ms. Muller raised up onto her knees to investigate what had bumped into her toes another voice rang
out in the room.

“Hi mom!” The voice was younger and had a high, girlish tone to it. “Whya down there??” The voice
asked. “Didja loose somethin’?”

Ms. Muller was slightly startled and she quickly rose to her feet. I looked up at her. Her massive bus sized
feet emitted a light, musty odor. Her legs were giant columns of flesh that extended up and faded into the dark
heavens of her skirt. And beyond that was the plain of her upper body, her face seemed very distant from my vantage
point. Then I turned to see who the other person was. Off in the distance I could see two, giant white sneakers, and
resting above the sneakers were two, white puffy, bobby socks. My eyes rose further and I followed two nicely toned
pillars of flesh. And beyond that was a short, white cheerleading skirt followed by a white, black and gold halter top
with VHS embroider into it. The halter top stretched out pretty far, filled with nice ample breasts. Then it struck me
like a hammer as I realized who it was. Her face was pretty, but not too gorgeous, chiseled with nice features and
lightly freckled. Her eyes were a mellow green and she had short, dusty brown hair.

“No!” I chirped out, on accident, and quickly covered my mouth. It was Tory! Of course! Tory Muller,
Ms. Muller’s daughter. Tory hated my guts! This was bad, very bad.

I remembered awhile back at a school assembly when the cheerleaders came out and started dancing. My
friend gave me a carton of yogurt from his lunch and told me it’d be pretty funny if I threw it down there and pelted
one of the cheerleaders. So I did it, and I nailed Tory.

“N-no.” Ms. Muller stuttered slightly. “No, I didn’t loose anything.”

“Oh...ok!” Tory piped. “I’m inviting a bunch of the girls over tonight and we’re gonna have a sleep over, is
it ok if I have the house tonight? Plllllleeeassse??” She begged with that cute girl tone that nobody can resist.

“Uh...hmmm...” Ms. Muller though for a moment, she probably knew that she’d have to find me before she
let Tory and her friends stay the night. “Ok, I’ll go out and see a movie, but when I get home, I want all of you girls
in bed, ok?”

“Ok!” She squeaked joyously. “Thank you mommy!” Tory bounced over and gave her mom a peck on the
cheek.

Her sneakers got pretty close to me and a waft of unbelievably strong foot over rushed over me. I turned
my head away in disgust. “If her feet smell THAT bad out of shoes, I don’t want to know what the smell like out of
shoes.” I thought to myself

I started to crawl away while the two giantesses were distracted. I headed over towards the T.V., thinking
behind it might be a good place to hide out for awhile.

“Hon, I think I want to clean up a bit before your friends get here. I need to... vacuum.” Ms. Muller said as
she grinned slightly.

“Ok mom! I’m gonna go make some dip n’ snacky stuffs in the kitchen!” Tory smiled and walked to the
kitchen.

I was headed full bore towards that TV the moment I heard the word vacuum.