A
beautiful summer was at its peak. Many people’s favorite season,
for several different reasons. Whether it was a trip to the beach,
the prospect of a holiday, the alluring sight of attractive girls
wearing shorts and crop tops, or even just a pint of ice cream in the
freezer, everyone had something to look forward to in these
sweltering months.
Everyone except those unfortunate souls who had caught the
shrinking disease sparking from some toxins that seemed to randomly
develop in common foods. These people immediately shrank to the size
of specks, barely visible to ordinary people.
Bill and Therese could almost consider themselves lucky - they
were among the ones who were found and rescued, while many others
weren’t so fortunate - they ended up crushed underfoot, eaten by
predators, or sometimes even found by normal-sized people and toyed
with.
Obviously, calling any speck-sized person lucky would’ve sounded
quite ironic. The married couple had spent the last month trapped
inside a jar inside the house of Maria, Therese’s sister.
Too small to meaningfully interact with the outside world, most of
their entertainment consisted of talking to each other, watching the
giants' lives outside, and sometimes watching TV with Maria or April,
their daughter who had luckily avoided shrinking.
All that, plus one more occupation, something that Bill was trying
to get busy with as he was slumped over his wife, panting heavily as
he penetrated her with all the vigor he could muster.
The woman stopped him as a shadow descended over them - their
gigantic daughter was observing them from outside the jar, bending
down in front of them with the widest grin on her face. “Stop,”
the woman said. “The girl’s watching us!”
Bill protested, trying to take hold of his wife’s shoulders.
“C’mon babe,” he said, “we’re too small for her to even see
what we’re doing.”
They both turned to the girl as they heard another pair of
footsteps inching closer.
“What are you watching?” a female voice asked. Another
towering woman appeared, a fit brunette carrying a heavy scent of
cologne: she was Maria, Therese’s younger sister, and April’s
aunt.
The girl giggled and pointed at her tiny parents. “They’re
fucking again,” the girl said, proving her father wrong.
“Again?” said Maria. “They’re just like rabbits, I swear.”
April’s breath had fogged the glass jar, covering the view of
what was inside, so Maria had to observe them from the top, her face
appearing above like a huge cloud filling up the sky. “It’s not
like there’s anything else they can do in there,” the woman
reasoned. “One of these days, you will end up with an itty-bitty
baby brother.”
April appeared concerned. “Do you think that’s possible at
their size?”
Maria shrugged. “I don’t know, but I would hope not. I would
feel bad for the poor child, having to live like that.”
“Right,” agreed April. “Let’s stop them before they can
finish.” The girl didn’t waste time picking up and flipping the
jar, letting the minuscule couple roll through its side until they
fell right in the middle of their gigantic daughter’s hand.
Maria laughed. “Come on, that’s just cruel. Let the poor
buggers have some fun once in a while.”
“It’s not cruel. I’m only doing this because I don’t want
that baby gnat brother.”
“That’s not for you to decide,” Maria rebutted. “They’re
their own persons, and you can’t play god with them.”
April smirked upon hearing her niece’s words. “Who says I
can’t? A god is pretty much what I am to them. See?”
To prove her point, April lightly breathed onto her shrunken
parents, scattering the insignificant couple to different sides of
her palm, which she curled to make sure they wouldn’t fall down.
A different person might’ve scolded April, telling her that she
should’ve respected her parents. Maria, however, just chuckled,
enjoying watching the mischievous teenager toying with the shrunken
couple.
The older woman stretched her arms and looked at the wall clock on
the far side of the room. "Well, Miss God, I have the day off
today," she announced. "Is there anything you would like to
do together?"
April excitedly bounced, going through the various fun
possibilities in her mind. “We could go to the beach. Or... we
could go shopping! I’d really like to get some new pairs of shoes
and a new swimsuit.”
The woman nodded. “Let’s both get ready and go to the shopping
mall, then.”
The state had sent April her first monthly check as reparation for
her parents' condition, so she had a good chunk of money to spend.
She was supposed to be excited about the trip, but instead, a look of
discontent seemed to suddenly overshadow her face.
Maria noticed the girl’s pout. “What’s wrong?” she asked
her niece. “Changed your mind?”
“No,” the girl said, looking at the tiny persons in her hand.
“It’s just... me and mom used to go shopping together all the
time, and she always used to help me pick out stuff.”
“Oh,” Maria said, a serious expression on her face. “Why
don’t you bring her along, then? I’m sure she would like to help,
even at that size.”
“Really?” said April, as her face lightened up again.
“Yeah,” Maria nodded. “You can take your mom and dad with
you both.”
“Oh no,” the girl said. “Dad hates going shopping.
Let’s just leave him home and let mom tag along.”
Maria nodded. “Let’s go get ready then,” she concluded as
she affectionately rubbed her niece’s head.
*
Once they got to the mall, the duo divided. April, holding her
mother in her own jar, went to the stores most fashionable among
young people, while Maria went to an electronic appliances shop to
look for a new hairdryer.
The teen cheerfully strolled among the aisles of one of her
favorite stores, carrying quite a few items to the fitting room,
where she unpacked them all, ready to try them on in front of the
mirror.
She hung all the clothes she had picked while she lined the
various shoes on the floor. Finally, she undressed, removing her
sneakers, socks, shorts, and shirt, and stood in her underwear,
getting ready to start her own personal fashion parade.
Of course, her personal helper had to be present as well. She let
Therese come out of the jar and roll out on top of the fitting room
stool, where she came out in the middle of her sweaty shirt. The
fabric was rife with the teen girl’s sweat, and at Maria’s size,
it felt like walking into a marsh, where the cotton fibers were
intertwined and soaked. The sweat was fairly fresh, so it didn’t
smell that bad, but it still ended up soaked the woman’s whole
body, making her gag at her humiliating and disgusting predicament.
"So, Mom, what do you think?" the gigantic daughter
asked as she twirled around, showing the woman the green bikini she
was trying on. Though its shape was rather simple, its size was
rather skimpy, leaving little of the girl's body to the imagination.
"Right," the girl said as she addressed her mom, barely
noticeable as a speck in the middle of her shirt's print. "You
didn't let me buy swimsuits like this one back when you were big,"
she said as she admired her own thong-covered butt in the mirror.
“I hope you don’t mind if I’m getting this now,” she said.
“Because it makes my ass look so good.”
Even though the clothes April chose to wear were very low on her
current list of problems, the woman still felt the need to tell off
her daughter and stop her from buying the skimpy thong - feeling a
definite frustration at her lack of ability to do so.
Her frustration was amplified by the sight of April becoming even
taller and more imposing: the girl let her bare feet step onto the
wedge platform sandals she had picked out at the store, gaining a
good three inches in the process.
"Hmm, nice!" the girl said, getting a very positive feel
from the new shoes she had tried on. "I just love how tall they
make me look," the teen said as she admired herself in the
mirror. "Right sorry, Mom that might have been a bit
insensitive," she said as she lifted her right foot in the air
for Therese to be able to see.
Therese found the shoes were beautiful indeed, a pair she would
have loved to wear had she had the chance. The woman sighed, feeling
nostalgic for the many little things now missing in her life, like
getting new shoes, going out for a bicycle ride, smelling the
flowers... instead of her daughter’s sweaty clothes.
April interrupted Therese's ruminating with a loud boom. The girl
had slammed her sandal-clad foot over the stool, right in front of
her mother, onto which she looked down with a grin.
“Just look at how tall the platform is,” the teen girl said.
“It must look HUGE to you.”
April was a smart girl who excelled at maths, so measuring the
size in her head was an easy exercise for her. "To you, it must
be more than 400 feet tall," the girl calculated.
She looked at how puny the woman looked next to the tip of her
foot, how out of reach even her toes looked to the insignificant
speck, which led her to a fun idea.
Therese looked up at her face with resentment, feeling teased by
her daughter. “Why don’t you try and climb it?” the girl had
said.
She was grinning as she stared at the woman, who appeared to be
unreactive. "Come on, Mom, you're no fun," she said. "Just
give it a try, and if you manage to climb on top, I'll let you and
Dad watch TV with me later. The new Weirder Things episodes just came
out."
Maria was bribed by those words. She wasn’t even aware the new
Weirder Things had come out, having been cut off from the outside
world. Looking at the steep wall in front of her, she knew the climb
would have been difficult, but doable. Prior to the shrinking
incident, she used to be in good physical shape, and she had retained
some of that form. In fact, she welcomed the idea of being able to
exercise. Was it humiliating having to climb her daughter’s shoe?
Sure, but as she was currently sitting in a puddle of the girl’s
sweat, it could hardly get any worse.
So she started climbing on the piece of footwear, finding
footholds in the intricate pattern of the sandal, advancing step by
step toward her goal.
April followed her movements with enthrallment, satisfied that she
had managed to convince her mother to climb on her shoe. While she
was initially entertained by the show her mom provided, though, the
girl quickly got bored with the woman’s excruciatingly slow pace,
and slipped her foot out of the sandal so that she could try on more
clothes.
The teen removed her bikini so that she could try another,
throwing it on the pile of clothes on the stool, the air displacement
almost knocking Therese off as she still attempted her climb. The
girl then put on some shorts and a tank top, noticing how the
brand-new clothes enhanced her nice figure.
Happy with the clothes she had selected, she turned to her mother
to check the woman's progress on the sandal. Therese, who had covered
three-quarters of the way with an enormous effort, unfortunately,
lost her grip when the girl, upon turning around, inadvertently
stubbed her toe on the stool leg, not thinking much of the impact
such an insignificant hit had over the surface of the piece of
furniture.
What to April could barely register as a movement, to Therese was
a catastrophic earthquake that violently shook the sandal she was on,
making her fall and tumble down into an abyss. Luckily, the impact
was soft: she landed right on the girl’s pile of clothes, exactly
in the middle of the scandalous bikini bottom April had tried on
before.
The teen’s brown eyes inspected the sandal, unable to find any
trace of her mother; then she went to look at the pile of clothes on
the stool.
"So you gave up!" the girl said upon seeing the speck of
a woman in the middle of the green fabric. "Sorry Mom but no tv
then for you today," the girl announced.
She took on a perplexed expression. “What are you doing in my
bikini, anyway?” she asked, her hand scratching her chin. “Are
you trying to tell me I can’t buy it?” she asked, her face
turning annoyed.
She picked up the bikini bottom and lifted it off the stool so
that her mother tumbled off it and fell back onto the sweaty shirt.
“I told you I was going to get it anyway, I don’t care what
you say,” the girl announced, showing her tongue to her mother in
defiance.
She amassed the bikini, along with the shorts, top, and wedge
sandals, in a pile: she was going to buy everything. There was just
one final item she had to try on: a nicely decorated pair of flats
with a toe strap that crossed the whole foot, intertwining with
multiple straps that adorned her ankles.
"Oooh!" the teen squealed as she slipped into the
sandals. "They're so comfy, Mom!" she said as she felt the
nice touch of the leathery insole against her foot.
April's shadow covered Therese as the girl bent down over her.
"You've got to feel it, Mom," the girl said as she imposed
her fingertip over the woman, letting her stick to it like an iron
marble to a magnet; then the teen lowered the woman to her foot,
letting her fall in the space between her first two toes.
“Isn’t it nice?” the girl giggled as the woman was more
impressed - and terrified - by the monolithic toes towering around
her and threatening to obliterate her at the first wrong movement.
Besides, her weight did not allow her to make a dent on the shoe
surface, making her unable to appreciate the amazing softness that
her daughter was praising so much.
At that moment, a loud knock on the door came up, followed by a
rather annoyed voice. “Are you done? You can’t hog the fitting
room for yourself all day,” complained an angry customer.
April sighed. She didn’t appreciate being scolded, but it was
true that she had spent a lot of time in that fitting room with her
mother.
"Comiing," she sang as she started folding and gathering
the clothes she was about to buy. Holding the clothes in her arms,
she grabbed the jar where she kept her mom so that she could return
the woman to it. Her hands, however, already carrying the wedge
sandals and the pile of clothes, were over-encumbered, and as a
result, she had to pick the jar between her fourth and fifth fingers.
The precarious adjustment did not last for long and the jar soon fell
on the floor, shattering to pieces.
“Oh no,” cried the worried teen. “What am I going to do
now?”
She looked at her mom standing by her toes. She had no other place
to carry her safely other than the jar. How was she going to carry
her outside of the mall and during the drive home?
Looking down at her foot, her question was already answered as she
remembered a recent episode where her aunt inadvertently took Therese
inside her shoes as she went for a run. They always marveled at how
the woman survived the ordeal, but if that happened once, it could
have happened twice, didn’t it?
April slowly imposed her big toe over the speck-sized woman until
she was plastered to the underside of the digit. She wiggled the toe
a few times, making sure Therese was tightly stuck and wouldn’t
fall off, then she inserted her foot into her sock and then into her
sneaker shoe.
As Therese was pushed into the rather soft, but grimy embrace
between toe and sock, gagging at the foul smell emanating from the
fabric, April tied her shoe, getting ready to leave the fitting room
and pay for her clothes. She confidently walked to the register,
satisfied with the way she had handled the situation. She was getting
really good at dealing with tiny people, she told herself.