No teenager ever wants to hear the words “We’re getting you a babysitter” from their parents, and Chris Martin is no exception. His parents are going away for an entire week on a second honeymoon, and they’ve insisted on hiring a sitter to watch him while they’re away, despite his objections.
     But there’s a glimmer of hope: Chris’s parents offer to let HIM pick who his sitter will be for the week, and he knows exactly who he wants: Sue Ann Larson. She‘s the sweetest, kindest, cutest, most wonderful babysitter Chris ever had when he was younger, and, despite being in her late twenties, is the object of his boyhood crush. A whole week alone with Sue Ann was going to be a dream come true!
     Then, disaster strikes: on the day his parents leave, Chris finds out that Sue Ann has had to cancel on him at the last minute. To make matters even worse, he’s being left in the care of a sitter that he absolutely despises: Shannon Miller.
     As far as Chris is concerned, if there were a prize for “worst babysitter in the world”, Shannon would win hands down. Unfortunately, and much to his dismay, she’s also been his primary sitter for practically his entire childhood, obviously not by his choice. Shannon is Chris’s most hated person in the world; he absolutely cannot stand her! She’s always wrestling with him, sitting on him, farting on his head, making him smell and massage her feet, and taunting him with her humongous breasts; and not only does she constantly tease and torment him, Chris is pretty sure SHE has a crush on HIM. As if that weren’t bad enough, despite her tormenting nature and plus-sized features, Shannon was actually quite attractive, and Chris’s hormones always seemed to find a way to surface and embarrass him, and Shannon knows it, ever quick to take advantage.
     Chris just knows the coming week is going to be absolute torture....and he has no idea just how right he is, because Shannon’s got a secret, and is about to hatch a plan to have some real fun with him this week: Shannon’s got a shrinking potion, and Chris has just unwittingly been tricked into drinking it.
     Ending up less than an inch tall, Chris is now tiny and helpless, a prisoner in his own house, and at the complete mercy of an evil giantess. Soon, he finds himself constantly in danger of being squashed by Shannon’s giant feet, stuck between her plump toes, sat on and smothered beneath her juicy ass, and suffocated in a toxic cloud of her rancid farts, especially when she sticks him in her panties.
     Small and desperate to escape her clutches, Chris’s only hope lies with someone finding him....before it’s too late.
     All Chris wanted to do was enjoy his summer vacation, but now he’s in real danger of being squished. It’s an unwelcome adventure of gigantic proportions, and the nightmare has only just begun. Will Chris survive the week, or will he end up a tiny red stain on the bottom of Shannon’s foot?

Chris Martin was going to enjoy the next 10 weeks summer: he was up playing video games until 4 AM the night before, and was about to start the best week yet. Last week, his mom told him the best news a 13 year old kid could hear: “Your father and I are going out of town on a second honeymoon. We’ll be gone for a whole week!” A week with no parents sounded so cool to Chris, but the news didn’t stop there.
“Obviously, we need someone to watch you and the house for a week.”
“Aw, mom,” Chris whined, “I’m too old for a babysitter.”
“Honey,” his mom rebutted, “I know you’re growing up, and if this were just for a night or two I’d be fine, but this will be a whole week: 7 days! I just want to make sure you’re in good hands.”
Chris was crushed and started to get down in the dumps, but his mom then said something completely unexpected.
“I tell you what, if it makes you feel any better, why don’t YOU choose the sitter."
This was DEFINITELY going to be the best start to summer EVER. Why, you might be wondering? Two words: Sue Ann.
Sue Ann Larson was the absolute hottest girl in the whole world to Chris. She was about 5’4, but had long, slender legs despite her height; had short light brown hair with dark brown highlights, and had just turned 30 before the start of summer. The truly amazing thing about Sue Ann is that she didn’t date much, primarily because she was so busy running several side businesses, one of which was house-sitting. Last summer just before he turned 13, Sue Ann became the object of Chris’s “sexual awakening”.
Sue Ann came over to watch Chris while his parents were on a weekend getaway. Chris was sitting at the kitchen table waiting for her to get ready for a dip in the family pool, when Sue Ann came into the room wearing only a bikini – he literally didn’t know what to say. All he could do was stare at her slim body, perfectly sized boobs, beautiful legs, and bare feet. Not to mention, as she was going through the cabinets looking for a quick bite, she unknowingly gave Chris a great view of her huge ass. He had never seen anyone so beautiful in his entire life. Sure, he had girls at school that he kind of liked, but never standing before him, practically half-naked.
He began daydreaming about her. Sure, she was almost twice his age, but she honestly looked like she was in her early 20s. He imagined running his hands through her hair and down her slender back, untying her bikini top as he did.
“Chris, are you OK?” Sue asked.
Chris didn't realize how out of it he was until Sue had started poking his arm.
“Um….yeah.” He managed to sputter, snapping back to reality.
Sue Ann could see right through Chris; he was drooling over her….and she teased him non-stop because of it: Shamefully posing in front of him; rubbing her arms and legs sensually; plus, she actually asked Chris to rub suntan lotion all over her. Chris could hardly stand it watching her sunbathe by the pool, waving and winking at him; he was hooked.
To top it all off, before Sue Ann left when Chris’s parents returned that weekend, he shared the most amazing moment with her. They had asked Chris to help Sue Ann out to her car with her overnight bag; after Chris placed her bag in the trunk, Sue Ann dropped a bomb.
“Chris, look,” she began, “I know what you think about me.”
“I….uh, don’t know what you mean, Sue,” He stammered.
“Sure,” she said sarcastically. “I had fun this weekend, Chris.”
Sue came closer, her radiant smile beaming from cheek to cheek; Chris remained speechless as she approached and whispered in his ear.
“You know, if you were a bit older, I just might let you take me out.”
Then, she gave Chris a peck on the cheek.

And now, the only reason Chris woke up before noon today was because, besides his parents leaving late that morning, the world’s hottest house-sitter was coming over.
Chris wasn’t new to having sitters stay with him, even at his age. He was used to it; both his parents do a lot of traveling for their jobs, and Chris had several house/baby-sitters over the last few years: MaryAnn, the cutie with long black hair and a New York accent; Noreen, the work out guru; Guerly, the tall, black Haitian who could easily be a model; one other who shall not be named; and, of course, Sue Ann.
"Chris, the sitter’s here!" he heard his mom call out.
Chris’s heart began racing, he rushed to finish getting dressed, and quickly glanced at the clock while he put his T-shirt on: 10:32 AM. He practically jumped down the stairs, made a B line into the living room – perhaps a little too eagerly – and slammed right into a plush wall.
Chris stumbled back, and realized just who he ran into….Shannon Miller.

That sitter who shall not be named….Shannon. She had been Chris’s babysitter for most of his life; despite his efforts to get someone else as he got older, especially when he met some of the other, better choices.
Shannon was 35 and just about the same height as Chris (about 5'3", which offered him some relief) with dark brown hair, which she usually tied in a bun. She was also slightly tan; it wasn't overly obvious until you compared the tanned and untanned parts of her body.
Despite the fact that Shannon was the same size as Chris now, she still had an edge: She was huge, not really fat mind you, but beefy, and loved to wrestle, normally easily overpowering Chris when she did.
It’s not that Shannon wasn’t cute, Chris hated to admit, but she had features that one couldn't miss: first off, she had huge breasts, DD by Chris's estimate, that were almost laughably too large for her frame, but dialed back just enough so as not to be labeled "enhanced". Secondly, she had the biggest (not fat) ass Chris had ever seen, all the better to wiggle in his face and sit on him.
The final noticeable feature about Shannon was that she oddly had big feet. Not that Chris was really into that sort of thing, he just couldn't help but stare, probably because Shannon tended to go barefoot a lot of the time, her feet making loud stomping noises as she walked, and prepared to crush anything in their path. There was one time when Chris saw an ant walking across the kitchen floor when Shannon boomed in barefoot. His eyes grew wide in amazement when she stepped right on top of it, squishing it under her bare sole, and she didn't even realize it. Chris actually felt a little sorry for it, poor little thing; what a terrible way to go.
Chris didn’t want to stare at her features now that he was older (and “awakened”), but Shannon made it very difficult. Not long after his special moment with Sue, Shannon house-sit for a couple of days. At the time, she was wearing short shorts, a tank top that accented (to be perfectly honest, more like made one pay very much attention to) her DD sized cleavage, and was going barefoot around the house. As soon as she caught Chris checking her out (which, he wasn’t, it was just a quick look, and he hated his hormones for it), she really turned up the teasing: she took Chris’s writing pen and stuck it in her cleavage, telling him to fetch or else, and normally “or else” meant sitting on his head and farting. Then there was the time Chris was asleep on the couch when he woke up with a gigantic ass right over his face, Shannon saying "kiss my butt,” and then her letting out a huge fart. She even made Chris give her foot rubs and would stick her feet in his face if he refused. Shannon knew Chris secretly liked her figure and couldn’t help but stare at her; she was NEVER going to let him live it down.

Shannon was standing right if front of Chris in the living room, wearing a tight tank top that showed off her boobs like you would not believe, cut-off jean shorts covering up a pair of pink lace underwear – Chris could see the straps sticking out under her tank top when she lifted her arms slightly – and flip flops. She flashed Chris an all too familiar smile, and he responded with his usual deer-in-front-of-head-lights smile. Chris turned away from Shannon and saw his parents getting ready to take some bags out the front door.
"Mom?" Chris asked nervously, “what’s going on?”
"I’m, sorry sweetie,” she began, “but Sue had to cancel: something came up and she’s really busy this week. She wanted me to tell you she was really sorry. Shannon was the only sitter I could get on such short notice.”
“But mom,” Chris whined quietly so Shannon couldn’t hear, “I really don’t like her.”
“Honey,” his mom said sternly, “I know you’re disappointed, but you’ve known Shannon for years; you’ll be fine, so be nice, and behave. Shannon, make sure Chris gets out of the house for some exercise, I know it’s summer, but I don’t want him stuck in front of the TV all week.”
“Don’t worry, Mrs. Martin,” Shannon reassured her giving Chris a big hug from behind, “I’ve got plans for him. Were gonna have fun this week, trust me.” Shannon winked, giggling a bit. Chris only flashed a nervous smile; he wasn’t sure exactly what she had planned, but he just knew he wouldn’t like it.
“Bye hon, love you, see you in a week.” Mrs. Martin said as the door closed.
Chris still had Shannon hanging on his shoulders, grinning with anticipation. Chris knew exactly what was coming and tried to run, but he was too slow. Shannon grabbed him around the waist and wrestled him to the floor. Actually, she just fell backwards, pulling Chris to the ground by his shoulders.
“Shannon, wait! STOP!” Chris protested, but Shannon didn’t let up. She flipped over until she was on top of Chris with his back to the floor, then she flashed him a quick grin and licked her lips before smothering him with her huge breasts. The last thing Chris saw was two giant tits, muffling his shouts. He struggled to breathe, trying to push the Shannon’s huge figure off of him and get away, but that’s just what she wanted him to do….and boy did he try, because not fighting back usually meant a face full of ass. Chris’s shouts for mercy went unheard from being smothered beneath Shannon’s tits; it wasn’t long before Chris’s face was turning red, both from exhaustion and lack of oxygen. He started tapping her arms, desperately hoping she’d let him up.
Finally, Shannon removed her breasts from Chris’s head, gave him an unwanted kiss on the cheek, and sat on his chest, pinning his arms beneath her thighs.
"Mwa ha ha ha haa! I win!" Shannon cackled, smiling down with a big grin. "Now then, what shall we do next?"
"How about getting off me!" Chris demanded.
"Oh, come on," Shannon egged on, "you know you like it."
"Not really," he responded.
"Well that's not what your pants say," she continued.
"I can't help the way my body reacts.” Chris said self-consciously, embarrassed by his slight boner. “Please get up."
"Alright, but I'm not through with you," Shannon relented, pulling herself up of the floor. Chris was already sick to his stomach from the situation. Meanwhile, Shannon was contemplating what to do next and, after a long pause, she started grinning again.
"I have an idea..." she began.
"I don't care," Chris cut her off, “I don’t want to hear it!”
Shannon crossed her arms and grimaced, "Oh come on! You don't even know what I was going to say."
"I don't care what kind of idea you have, I'm not doing it."
"See, now that's not fair. You're treating me like some sort of enemy."
"You are the enemy!" Chris said bluntly.
"Aw!" Shannon scoffed with a dubious look of false hurt, "I can't believe you think of me that way. I mean, I'm your sitter. It's my job to look out for you and keep you safe. I'd never do anything to hurt you. Remember that time you ate your dad's fungal cream?"
"You promised you'd never mention that again!" Chris snapped in embarrassment. "And furthermore, you're the house sitter, NOT my babysitter!"
"Yeah," Shannon reluctantly agreed, "but haven't I always helped you out when you needed it?"
Unfortunately for Chris, it was true: she had helped him in the past, but she had also caused him a lot of trouble, too.
"Shannon," Chris stated, giving her the cold shoulder, "I just want to enjoy my summer; I'm just going to go upstairs and play X-box, OK?"
"Alright, I see how it is," Shannon relented, "but before you go, have you ever had a beer?"
"Of course not, I'm 13." He responded bluntly.
"Well, come on," she beckoned, "we'll split one. Your parents wont mind."
"But..." Chris began to object, but Shannon was already halfway to the kitchen. He wasn't quite sure exactly how it happened but he was about to split a beer with the house sitter. Chris sat on the barstool at the counter over looking the sink while Shannon moved about the kitchen. Chris's view was momentarily blocked by the refrigerator as Shannon spent some time getting the drink. She finally emerged carrying two glasses and the bottle of beer -- A small glass and the bottle in one hand and a stein for her in the other, Shannon being quite the avid drinker.
Then, she shut the door with her foot, and placed two glasses on the counter.
"Are you sure this is okay?" Chris asked as she poured.
"Just lighten up," She pegged, "Let loose. You said it yourself, 'it's your vacation'."
After finishing pouring, Shannon arched her brow thoughtfully for a moment and then ejaculated:
"Hey, Chris. Let's make a bet. I bet I can finish my drink before you."
Chris was fairly sure accepting this bet would be a mistake, yet still inquired, "What do I get if I win?"
"If you win," she replied, "I won't fart on you for the rest of the day."
"What?!"
"Yeah," she continued, wiggling her hips and giggling, "we're having chilly for lunch....with beans."
Now, Chris was really worried. Shannon never bluffed when it came to her ass; when she said she was going to fart in his face, she did it.
"Or sitting on my face," Chris added.
"Oh, come on," She teased, "you know you like it."
"I also like hot showers," he chimed in wittily, "except any pleasure goes away when there's a gas leak."
Shannon giggled a bit at the witty comeback, then continued: "So, is it a bet?"
"Wait a minute," Chris protested, "what do you get if you win?"
Shannon giggled rather sinisterly, then smiled a Cheshire smile.
"Well, If I win....I get....you."
"What do you mean 'You get me'?!" Chris asked harshly.
"If you don't win, I get to do whatever I want with you for the week!" Shannon replied.
"I'm NOT going to agree to THAT!" Chris stated, flabbergasted at the very notion.
"Oh, come on," Shannon whined, "What have you got to lose?"
"A lot," he shot back. "I am NOT agreeing to that!"
"Well, what would it take to get you to accept?" she asked desperately. "Anything, just name it."
"I want you to leave me alone this week and let me enjoy my time with no parents." Chris answered firmly. "I actually want to enjoy this summer. I want you to stop wrestling with me, sitting on me, farting on me, putting your feet on me...I just don't like it and I want it all to stop!"
"Don't you like me?" Shannon pouted, actually somewhat hurt.
"It's not that I don't LIKE you, I just don't like you teasing me all the time."
"Chris, you KNOW that you like what you see!" Shannon defended herself, showing off her body like a model. "I've caught you staring at me plenty of times; you're just too afraid to admit it."
"Look," Chris attempted to explain calmly and rationally, "I'll admit....that I do think you're.... kinda cute, but not when you treat me like crap. I....can't control my hormones, they kind of take over. I've never thought of you as anything more than my babysitter, though now I really don't need one."
"So, you DO think I'm pretty," Shannon blurted out. Then, the sing-song voice started. "Admit it, you love me, you wanna kiss me, you wanna date me."
"Knock it off, Shan!" Chris protested. I do NOT like you like that! You're like TWICE as old as me!"
"So," Shannon shot back, "you're saying that if you were OLDER, we'd hook up, huh?"
"NO, and I'm not talking about this anymore!" Chris said, having had enough. "Furthermore, I'm NOT taking that bet!"
Shannon started to get discouraged, displaying a sense of anxiousness, but came up with a sneaky idea.
"I tell you what, Chris. I'll sweeten the deal, just for you."
Chris started to get down of the barstool, but Shannon grabbed his arm quickly and firmly.
"Just listen," she pushed, still having a hold of his arm, "if you take the bet, not only will I agree to all your terms and promise to leave you alone for the rest of the week, provided you win, but....I'll give you something I think you'll REALLY like."
"I probably won't," he responded.
"Oh, I'm pretty sure you will," Shannon rebutted, pulling Chris closer, much to his dismay. "If you win....I'll give you...." she paused for a moment, glancing left and right as if to see if anyone else was nearby to hear, "....I'll give you....a peek."
Chris's ears immediately perked up, both for surprise and confusion.
"A peek?" he replied, befuddled. "What do you mean 'a peek'? A peek at what?"
"You know," Shannon repeated, her eyes motioning toward her chest, "a peek."
Chris was completely speechless, his mouth hanging open in utter awe. He couldn't believe what he had just seen or heard, and Shannon just kept going.
"And not just for a second," she added, "I'll let you look as long as you want."
Shannon knew she had him; it was a win-win scenario for her now: if I win, he's mine for the whole week, she thought to herself, and even if I lose, he'll be putty in my hands after staring at my tits.
Chris didn't want to even contemplate the bet, but it was impossible now. How could he pass up this chance? Everything left to his imagination would be gone. He wouldn't have the impulse to stare anymore: he'd already know; that might be worth it.
But what if I LOSE, he thought to himself, do it really worth it to be at Shannon's every whim the entire week, just for a look at her boobs?
"You're joking," Chris said, dubious to the sincerity of the offer.
"Mm-mm," Shannon objected, shaking her head.
"Seriously?!" Chris ejaculated, still in disbelief.
"Mm-hm," Shannon reaffirmed, nodding her head sweetly.
"And if I win, you'll leave me alone for the WHOLE week?"
"Mm-hm," Shannon repeated, again nodding her head. Shannon could see the conflict in Chris's mind, so she threw one last punch:
"Who knows, maybe I'll just decide to walk around TOPLESS at random points this week....you know, IF you win."
Now, Chris was completely hooked. His boner was growing bigger by the second, and Shannon knew it by the way he was squirming in his seat. Chris didn't really want to but this was too good of an opportunity to pass up; besides; it this didn't seem like a difficult challenge, as HIS cup had about half of what Shannon's had.
"So," Shannon continued as she pushed Chris's glass towards him, grinning slyly, "is it a bet?"
Chris thought about for one last moment before making his final decision: "Deal," he blurted, still having some reservations.
"Cheers," Shannon said as she raised her glass. Chris obliged.
"Cheers."
"On three," Shannon said. "One...." Shannon signed 'two', then 'three' and the chugging commenced.
Chris immediately started drinking from the glass, trying desperately to win, but as WAS the first time he'd ever had a beer, he started gagging: it tasted like crap; still, he forced it down, trying to ignore Shannon and concentrate on winning.
When Chris finished, he slammed the glass down on the counter at the exact moment Shannon did. Damn it! A tie, he thought as he heaved a sigh. Chris almost felt like throwing up; his head was spinning and he started feeling dizzy.
I can't be drunk already, he thought; that's when he realized something was wrong....WAY WRONG!

This chapter is a “What if” scenario that explores what would’ve happened if Chris had ended up with Rachel after the pool scene in chapter 9. In order to keep this chapter as concise as possible, there will only be a small attention to detail where necessary so as to move the story along.
We rejoin the story right after Rachel and Shannon splash down into the pool:

Despite avoiding get crushed by the two girls’ splashdown, Chris had actually been pulled directly into the path of them resurfacing. Rachel emerged, unaware that she had smacked right into her tiny friend. She took a deep breath and wiped the water from her face, while Shannon surfaced soon after, removing the hair from her face with her hands.
“Thanks a lot, Shannon!” Rachel scolded. “You could’ve drowned me!”
“Oh no!” Shannon blurted, desperately searching the surrounding water. “Please, don’t be gone. Please!”
“Shannon, what is the matter with you?!” Rachel asked irately.
“Rachel, don’t move!” Shannon demanded.
“Would you stop it and just listen to me?” Rachel snapped. “Why are you being so weird?”
“Rachel, please just stop moving!”
“Shannon, you’re driving me nuts!” Rachel shouted, frustrated at Shannon’s ignorance, as she combed her fingers through her hair.

Chris had ascertained that he was currently on top of one of the girl’s heads. Initially, he wasn’t sure which one, as both had brown hair, but he mystery was solved as he felt Rachel’s voice vibrate the ground beneath him.
“Rachel!” Chris uttered.
Suddenly, Rachel’s head lurched forward as she started shouting at Shannon. Chris saw her searching the pool for him, probably thinking they’d landed on him. He opened his mouth to shout, but Rachel kept shaking her head in anger at his babysitter, forcing him to concentrate on keeping his balance. Chris climbed a nearby strand of hair to both hang on to and to hopefully have a better chance of being found.
Then, the unthinkable: for a split second, Chris saw Rachel’s giant hands rise up from under him. Before he could speak, a giant set of fingers flung back the hair he was on. Chris held on to the strand for dear life as it flew off Rachel’s head, swung down, and hit the back of her neck. The impact knocked Chris loose, sending him tumbling down the back of her swimsuit, and plunging him into total darkness.

“Rachel, for fuck sake, STOP MOVING!” Shannon shouted back, lurching towards her.
“Stay away from me!” Rachel snapped, hopping backwards.
“Rachel, listen to me!“ Shannon pleaded, “You don’t understand!”
“No, you listen to me!” Rachel snapped back, standing her ground, “Look, I’m sorry I came over without permission, OK? I won’t do it again, and I’m sorry that your contact lenses got lost. I’ll replace them, I swear, but you’ve got to stop this! You’re really creeping me out!”
“Rachel, it’s complicated! I-I really can’t explain it to you right now; but I really need you to trust me!” Shannon started moving forward towards the young lady once again.
“No, stay back!” Rachel shouted back, putting her hands into the water and sending a splash toward Shannon to deter her advances.
“RACHEL, JESUS! STOP, BEFORE YOU SQUISH HIM!” Shannon shouted, immediately cupping her hands over her mouth.
“‘Squish him’?!” Rachel inquired, confused, “Squish who? What are you talking about?”
“Look, Rachel, you don’t understand...” Shannon hesitated.
“Forget it, Shannon! I going home!”
“Rachel, please don’t!”
“Look, just let my mom know how much the the lenses were; I’m sure she’ll reimburse you, a-and I’ll figure some way to pay her back OK? I promise! I’ll come to the house and ask before I ever try to swim here again!”
Shannon tried to swim after her, but Rachel was too quick: she’d already climbed out of the pool and had dashed around the edge to grab her towel and flip-flops.

Chris hit water with a splash, quickly surfacing to get a breath of air. He was in near darkness; the only light tricking in was from above, but it intermittently turned on and off as the aperture open and closed with the sporadic movements of a huge wall nearby. As he came to his senses, Chris realized he was partially submerged inside the back of Rachel’s bathing suit, continuously jostled by her movements.
“RACHEL! SHANNON! I’M IN HERE!” Chris tried to scream. “HELP!”
Suddenly, Rachel’s movements became violent; torrents of water sucked Chris below the surface, continuously slamming his tiny body back and forth between the swimsuit and her back. Chris gurgled and sputtered, trying to stay afloat and call for help, but it was nearly impossible.
Then, without warning, the water level dropped significantly; the next thing Chris knew, he was falling.

“Rachel, STOP! You don’t understand! Come back!” Shannon pleaded.
“Shannon, leave me alone! I’m going home!”
Shannon tried to get out of the pool and give chase, but Rachel had already grabbed her things and headed down the stairs off the pool deck.

“RAAAAAACHELLLLLLL!” Chris called as he fell further down her back. He was completely helpless; with each of Rachel’s footfalls, he descended ever closer to her rear end.

“Rachel, come back! Please!” Shannon begged, but it was too late. Rachel scurried barefoot across the yard, back to her fence. She threw open the gate where Chloe had been awaiting her return, and together they rushed back into Rachel’s house, slamming the door behind them. By the time Shannon had gotten herself out of the pool, Rachel was already inside.

Rachel burst through the back door, with Chloe right under heals. She was so upset, she was practically in tears.
“Rachel? Honey, is that you?” her mother called from the living room upon hearing the back door slam.
Rachel, however, was too upset to reply as she quickly stomped up the stairs.

“RACHEL! STOP! HELP!” Chris desperately shouted, trying to brace himself to avoid falling any further down her bathing suit, but it was impossible to stop himself. As soon as Rachel hit stairs again, the constant jostling threw him down upon her butt. Chris bounced several times up and down off the jiggly surface until one final bounce landed him square into the top of Rachel’s crack.
It was the most awkward encounter ever, despite what Shannon had put him through already. Chris was literally butted up against his best friend’s bare ass, a friend he’d never even kissed, let alone seen naked; despite there being practically no light, Chris knew that his face was red with embarrassment. Now, all he could do was brace himself, lest he slip down further in between Rachel’s butt cheeks, all the while truly conflicted on whether he actually wanted Rachel to find him or not.

Rachel hit the top step and headed straight for the bathroom, slamming the door behind her. She stood at the sink, sobbing, wiping the tears from her eyes, and trying her best to calm down. She been totally freaked out and humiliated by the whole ordeal, making it harder to forget about it and move on.
Rachel wasn’t trying to make Shannon mad; she didn’t mean any harm. How was she supposed know Chris was sick?
Why do I have to take things so personally? Rachel thought, feeling sorry for herself. She was so upset, she just wanted to take a shower and forget the whole thing. Feeling thirsty, Rachel bent over the sink to fill a glass of water...

The wall Chris was up against tilted away slightly, giving him a foot hold to remove himself from Rachel’s crack. He pressed his feet into the surrounding skin and pushed himself up a bit.
Once he’d gotten to a slightly firmer position, Chris decided to call for help:
“RACHEL!” he screamed, straining to hold his position. “RACHEL! I’M IN HERE! HELP ME!”

Rachel shot up straight; her head snapped left and right with paranoia. She could swear she just heard a tiny squeak, but couldn’t tell where it came from. Thinking it was a bug flying around, she stood very still and listened intently, holding her breath...

Chris, somewhat unexpectedly, received his response: Rachel’s back shot up straight, thrusting him forward.
“ACK!” he yelped as he lost his grip, slipping deeper into her crack. Now, Chris was trapped in a rather awkward position: his arms were trapped above him, stretched strait up; his head and torso were now wedged tightly into her crack; and his face completely buried into Rachel’s ass cheek, rendering him incapable of calling for help. All his shouts were muffled by a mountain of flesh and muscle. Chris couldn’t wiggle himself free....and he was quickly running out of air...

Rachel was silent for almost a full minute, listening for the sound again, but it never returned. Thinking it was all in her head, she shrugged and quickly grabbed a towel from the fresh linens before stepping over to the bathtub, hanging it on the rack nearby. Rachel started removing her bathing suit, but stopped: she figured it would be better to rinse it out in the shower first and then hang it up to dry.
She stepped into the bathtub and pulled the curtain closed; then, bent down to turn on the faucet.

Chris has almost passed out when the pressure finally released. He hurriedly pulled his arms down and pushed Rachel’s butt cheek away from his face, gasping a huge breath of air. Chris coughed and sputtered, trying to catch his breath.
“Rachel!” Chris tried to shout....right as she turned on the faucet. The impact of a mighty waterfall on the surface of the bathtub echoed throughout the room.
“RACHEL! RACHEL, HELP!” Chris screamed, but the huge torrent of water completely drowned out his voice. “RACHEL! IT’S CHRIS! I’M IN HERE! RACHEL, HELP ME! PLEASE!”

Rachel had forgotten all about that little squeak, and was busy adjusting the water temperature; once she got it just right, she turned on the shower, taking a quick step back to escape the spray that erupted from the shower head. She cautiously reached a hand forward to check the temperature again....
Perfect! she thought, stepping forward into the stream. The water felt so warm and inviting; Rachel closed her eyes and took some deep breaths as she slowly lifted her head, basking in the welcoming flow of water as it poured over her body and ran down her legs. She couldn’t help but arch her back and stretch, clasping her hands above her head.

“RACHEL! HELP Mlmpf!” Chris’s shouts for help were cut off as Rachel‘s ass clenched tight again, completely engulfing him in a mountain of flesh and muscle. As the ass cheeks squeezed tightly, Chris desperately tried squirming, but it was pointless: he wasn’t strong enough to overcome the enormous glutes and push them apart.
The pressure was building; Chris was about to pop!

“Uhn!” Rachel moaned, finishing her stretch and pulling her arms down as she exhaled. She stepped under the shower, turned around, and flipped up her hair, trying to rinse the chlorine out as the water flowed down her back.

Just before Chris burst, the giant ass relaxed. He moaned in pain; every bone in his body hurt. Chris wasn’t sure how much more of it he could take.
“RACHEL, GET ME OUT OF HERE!” he shouted in frustration, trying to pull himself up out of Rachel’s crack.
Chris and his big mouth: as soon as he asked, he received. A torrential down pour streamed down Rachel‘s back and washed between her butt cheeks.
“RACHBBBLLLBBB!” Chris sputtered as he was completely engulfed in a huge waterfall. He struggled helplessly, desperately fighting for each breath he could get, praying the torture wouldn’t last long.

Rachel took a few moments to relax under the warm, soothing stream of water as it flowed comfortably down her back. It was a welcome respite from the events that had occurred earlier, as if her anxiety was washing away, cleansing her soul. She slowly pulled the shoulder straps of her bathing suit over each of her shoulders and carefully removed her arms. The suit slipped downwards, exposing her small, humble breasts, and Rachel enjoyed feeling the water roll over them, then stream down her chest and across her stomach. Finally, she gripped the sides of her suit, slowly sliding it down her wet, naked body, bending over slightly to finish stepping out of it.

A tidal wave of water surged down over Chris, completely dislodging him from Rachels clenched ass and into the crotch area of the bathing suit. He felt like he was directly beneath a mammoth waterfall, slowly drowning.
Then, the fabric surrounding him collapsed.

The swimsuit hit the tub floor; Rachel stepped down on it to get her foot out before picking it back up by the straps to unfurl it slightly.

Chris was engulfed in wet fabric. He tried pushing it off, but it was far too heavy. Then, just when he didn’t think it could get any worse, a huge weight impacted from above. Chris let out a squeak as the massive weight pressed down from above, then just as quickly released him, leaving him stunned.
The huge swimsuit was suddenly lifted high into the air, forcing Chris flat into its crotch region.
“RACHEL, HELP! STOP! PLEASE!” Chris shouted, pleading for mercy.
Then, his surroundings started twisting, curling up from some outside force. Chris shouted out in terror as the suit wrapped tightly around him, squeezing him to the breaking point.

Rachel started wringing the water out of her suit a few times, draining it as best she could. Then, she stepped over to the back of the shower and pulled aside curtain, lightly tossing the bathing suit on the towel rack nonchalantly before closing the curtain and finishing her shower.

Chris futilely called for help, pleading for mercy each time the inner lining of the bathing suit squeezed and contracted around him. Finally, the torture ceased as the suit started moving again. Chris quickly grabbed on to the inner lining to avoid falling out.
Then, he felt the suit fly through the air, catching on something, and finally swinging to a stop. He did his best to regain his bearings after all that had just happened. Chris could still hear the waterfall of the shower nearby, surmising that Rachel had set aside the bathing suit while she finished showering. Unfortunately, he could see clearly out of the leg holes that he and the suit were now suspended high into the air. He figured he must be hanging on a towel rack, which meant he was now trapped, unable to go anywhere. His only hope was that he could get Rachel to see him when she stepped out of the shower.
Suddenly, Chris felt everything shift downwards. He instinctively dug his hands into the surrounding fabric and held completely still, anxiously waiting for the movement to stop.
The movement persisted; the suit was slipping off the towel rack. Chris scrambled to his feet, desperately clawing at the fabric in a futile attempt to climb it; it was no use: the suit and all of its contents fell to the floor, landing in a crumpled mass of wet cloth and carpet.

After several minutes, Rachel finally turned off the shower and pulled back the curtain to grab her towel. She immediately noticed her swimsuit lying on the bathroom rug and reached down to retrieve it.

Chris awoke in total darkness; the torrential downpour emanating from outside his prison ever apparent. A huge mass of wet fabric pressed down on his back—from the smell, he quickly recognized he was still somewhere beneath the swimsuit, though the ground beneath him was quite different: it was full of plush fibers—most likely a bath mat.
Then, the water stopped. Chris hastily started crawling towards a small sliver of light a few meters away, stalking it like a tiger in a field of tall grass. He needed to get out from under the bathing suit before...
The dark environment evaporated. The huge weight lifted up, and Chris was showered in bright light. He sat up and rubbed his eyes, then gazed skyward. Rachel had picked up the bathing suit and was hanging up back up. At that moment, Chris’s eyes shot back to her torso....and he got his first look at his giant friend in all of naked glory. Instinctively, Chris covered his eyes, not wanting to stare at Rachel in her birthday suit. Then, slowly, he removed his hands from his eyes and truly appreciated the sight before him:
Rachel’s small, tender breasts glistened in the bathroom light as they hovered overhead, and water dripped off her hair as she reached for her towel just to the left of where her bathing suit hung. The rest of her skin was smooth and taught, and none of it jiggled like Shannon’s.
As Rachel started drying off her legs and feet, Chris realized that she was looking down: this was his best shot at being spotted! He cupped his hands around his mouth and...
Chris suddenly became hesitant to call out for her. He was unsure how Rachel would react finding the neighbor boy in her bathroom....only a 1/4 inch tall....staring at her naked....
The more Chris contemplated the circumstances, the more awkward things became. But honestly, what choice did he have?
“RACHEL! RACHEL!” he shouted up to her. “RACHEL, DOWN HERE! LOOK DOWN HERE!”
Rachel continued drying off her legs, displaying no signs that she’d heard him. Chris was about to yell again when he saw her right foot slide off the edge of the tub, it’s sole casting a shadow over his tiny frame as it lowered to the floor. He put one hand up as if to deter the approaching foot, using he other to facilitate scooting his body backwards.
“Ah da da,” he repeated unintelligibly as the giant foot approached.
*BOOM*
Rachel’s foot impacted just to Chris’s left, narrowly missing him, the impact shaking him onto his back.
“EEK! Rachel, don’t squish me!” he squeaked.
The giantess above him continued drying her other leg, completely unaware she’d almost squished her shrunken friend. Her left foot soon descended to the floor as well, though it thankfully landed a safe distance away from Chris.
Now, Rachel’s giant form stood directly overhead, tiny drops of water trickling off her crotch and falling onto the bathmat below. Chris somehow scrambled to his feet as huge drops of water splashed him from every direction as they impacted. He ran out a from under the giant girl, continuing for a short distance before stopping about a foot in front of her, hoping she could look down and see him.
“RACHEL! RACHEL, DOWN HERE!” Chris screamed, hopping up-and-down and waving his arms wildly. “RACHEL, IT’S ME, CHRIS! I’M DOWN HERE! LOOK DOWN HERE! PLEASE!”

As Rachel finished drying off her hair, she happened to glance down at the floor; there, just in front of her feet, was something moving in the carpet.
“Ew! Stupid bug!” she exclaimed, lifting her right foot and tilting over the tiny figure, ready to squash it. That’s when the bug did the oddest thing: instead of flying or scurrying away, it cowering in fear, as if it knew it was about to be squished.
That’s weird, Rachel thought, I’ve never seen a bug act like that before.
She bent down lower to take a closer look at it; it didn’t even look like any bug she’d ever seen before. It almost looked like it was waving at her.
Rachel’s jaw dropped; It wasn’t a bug at all! It was a tiny person!
“Oh my gosh!” Rachel gasped, covering her mouth with her hand, nearly dropping her towel. “Ca-Chris?!”
The tiny figure in the carpet bounced up and down excitedly.
“What?! Chris?! How did...how did you...what?!” Rachel completely lost the ability to form complete sentences, dumbstruck at the sight of her friend so small in the bathroom rug; she began crouching down to get a closer look.
It appeared Chris was trying to shout something, but Rachel couldn’t even make out that he was saying anything.
“Hang on, Chris,” she said, reaching her hand towards him. “I can’t...AAH!”
Rachel suddenly realized she was still naked! She shot up straight, attempting to cover herself with her hands. Quickly, she wrapped the towel around herself tightly, then sat down on the edge of the tub.
Apparently, she landed a little harder than she intended. Chris was knocked off his feet from the impact.
“Oh my gosh!” she exclaimed. “Chris, I’m so sorry. Hang on!”
Rachel moved her hands towards Chris’s position in the rug. He recoiled slightly, but Rachel was surprisingly gentle: she brought her right hand in a few feet away, carefully scooting it towards him, using her left hand to gently sweep him onto her fingertips. Then, she gently brought Chris back up to her face.
“Chris, I-I don’t believe it,” Rachel’s voice boomed. “Is it really is you?”
Chris, however, was covering his ears as Rachel spoke, as she didn’t realize how loud her voice was to him, nor that her breath almost blew him right off her hand.
“Oops! Sorry!” Rachel apologized, putting her left hand over her mouth, lowering her voice to a whisper. “Chris, what’s going on? How did you get so small? And why....why are you naked?”
Chris was about to answer, but Rachel’s comment made him remember that he was also in the nude. He hastily placed his hands over his genitals, hiding his own shame, nearly racking himself in the process.
“Trust me, bud, the feeling’s mutual,” Rachel said bluntly, “Now, what is going on?”
“Shannon shrunk me,” Chris squeaked.
“What?” Rachel asked, but before Chris could say anything else, there was a knock at the door.
“Rachel,” her mother called, “everything OK?”
“Uh, yeah mom,” Rachel called back, “I’m fine, I just got out of the shower. I need a few minutes, OK?”
“OK,” her mother replied before walking away from the door.
“Chris, I-I don’t understand.” Rachel said to him, “How did this happen?”
Chris started to explain, but she could barely understand him.
“Hang on, Chris. Let’s go to my room.”
Rachel gently cupped her hands around the tiny boy and held him close to her chest, shielding him the outside world a she stood up and walked over to the bathroom door; carefully she opened it, turned out the light, and stepped into the hallway.
No sooner had Rachel exited the bathroom, Chloe was right at her heels, jumping and pawing at her.
“Not now, Chloe!” Rachel shooed her, pushing her away with her foot, as her mother stepped back into the hallway from the master bedroom.
“Hey honey, what’s going on?” she asked.
“Nothing mom,” Rachel said, flustered. “I just need to get dressed.”
“Well, are you sure you’re OK? You seemed upset earlier.”
“It’s fine mom,” Rachel said irritably, still trying to shoo Chloe away with her feet. “I just need a few moments alone, OK. Ugh, can you please take Chloe downstairs? I promise I’ll explain everything later, OK?”
“OK hun,” her mother said, reaching for the dog. “Come on, girl.”
Mrs. Carson picked up Chloe and the two headed back downstairs as Rachel hurried down the hall to her room. She quickly shut the door behind her and headed over to the desk, gently rolling Chris off her hand and onto the desktop.
“Here,” Rachel said, tearing off a pice of tissue, “use this to cover yourself while I get dressed.”
Rachel began walking over towards her dresser.
“And don’t you dare peek!” She called over to him.
Chris wrapped the tissue around himself like a toga, then sat down on the desk, facing the window like Rachel asked, while she pulled out a brown t-shirt with a Nike logo, a pink pair of panties, and a pair of khaki shorts from her dresser and laid them out on the bed. After hastily getting dressed, Rachel headed back over to her desk and sat in the chair.
“OK bud, I’m descent.” Rachel said, giving Chris her upmost attention. “Now, how did this happen?”
Over the next several minutes, Chris explained what had happened and everything Shannon had done to him....(well, almost everything).
“Chris, I’m so sorry,” Rachel replied, “I can’t believe she did this to you! And now you’re stuck like this for two days?!”
“Maybe longer,” Chris moped.
“Man, I know she’s acted weird around you before, but I never thought she’d do something like this!”
“Tell me about it! She’s crazy, and you have no idea how close she’s come to squashing me already! Please Rachel, you’ve gotta help me!”
“But....what can I do?” Rachel stammered.
“You’ve gotta keep me safe until the potion wears off.”
“What?!”
“Please Rachel,” Chris begged, “you’re my only hope. I can’t go back to Shannon: I-I’ll never make it. You can’t send me back to her!”
“What am I supposed to do, keep you in my room for two days?!”
“Rachel, I don’t know what else to do,” Chris sobbed.
“OK, look, we’ll figure something out, alright?” Rachel soothed him. “Just gimme a minute to process this.”
KNOCK KNOCK.
“Rachel, sweetie, are you decent?” Mrs. Carson called from outside the door.
Rachel’s head snapped towards the door; her heart was racing!
“U-Uh,” she uttered snapping her gaze back to Chris, who was frantically waving her off, mouthing the word ‘no’, “just a second mom.”
Chris was still protesting, but then recoiled in fear as Rachel’s hands cupped around him, scooping him up into her grasp. She arose from her chair and carried him over to her dresser, placing him in her jewelry box situated on top. Chris tumbled off her hands and inside the box, catching only a fleeting glance of his giant friend as she closed the lid. Then, Rachel composed herself before unlocking and opening her bedroom door.
“Hi mom.”
“Hey hun,” Mrs. Carson replied. “Is....somebody else up here?”
“No, just me. Why do you ask?”
“Then, who were you talking to just now?” Mrs. Carson asked, stepping inside the room.
“Oh, I was just thinking out loud, that’s all,” Rachel replied, thinking quickly.
“Ah, well, is everything all right? You seemed upset earlier when you came inside.”
“Oh, I’m OK mom, I was a little unnerved because Shannon said Chris isn’t feeling well.”
“Oh, I’m sorry to hear that. I’m....surprised you’re taking it so hard.”
“Well, it’s not just that: Shannon was a little on edge earlier; I think I just caught her at a bad time, but you know, she’s acting really weird today, probably cause she has her hands full, with Chris being sick, I mean.”
“Understandable,” Mrs. Carson replied. “Are you sure you’re OK though?”
“I’m fine mom....but, if Shannon happens to drop by, could you just tell her I’m not home?”
“Why?” her mom asked, confused.
“I....think I may have upset her, and I just can’t face her right now, you know?”
“Uh....okay sweetie, just let me know if you need anything.”
“I will mom. Thanks.”
Mrs. Carson left the room, closing the door behind her. Rachel quickly locked the door, breathing a sigh of relief. She quickly headed over to the jewelry box and opened the lid.
“OK, she’s gone,” Rachel whispered as she plucked Chris from the box and sat down on her bed, placing one leg underneath her and letting the other hang off the side.
“Rachel,” Chris called up as she set him down on the covers, “would you please be more careful with me? It’s really scary being jerked around like that!”
“Hey, gimme a break, would ya?” Rachel said indignantly. “Taking care of a tiny kid is kind of a new concept.”
“Yeah, well it’s better than actually BEING the one who’s tiny!” Chris snapped.
“You know, you should be a lot nicer to me,” Rachel cautioned, “You owe me for seeing me naked!”
“Hey, it wasn’t my fault,” Chris objected. “I got stuck in your swimsuit! And it was no picnic being stuck in your butt either!”
“Yeah, well....how was I supposed to know you were there?” Rachel gritted her teeth, flushed with embarrassment.
“I-I guess wasn’t really your fault,” Chris stammered, just as red as Rachel. “I’m sorry if I embarrassed you.”
“It’s OK. I’m sorry if I was rough with you. I’ll try to be more careful from now on. Like I said, this is all new to me.”
“It’s new to me too, Rach,” Chris added, “but I’m the one who’ll pay for it if something happens.”
“I won’t let anything bad happen to you, Chris,” Rachel reassured him, “I promise.”
“OK, but I’m counting on you.”
“I know,” Rachel nodded, “but this is just....so weird.”
“Tell me about it,” Chris said agreeably.
“What’s it like being that small?” Rachel asked, giggling a bit.
“Trust me, it’s no picnic,” Chris said smartly.
“Yeah, but besides that, what’s it like?”
“Well....it’s kinda interesting, I guess,” Chris admitted hesitantly, “I just wish it weren’t so scary.”
Rachel nodded. Neither of them said anything for a moment.
“Humph,” she spoke up, giggling slightly, “you know, I’ve wondered what it would be like to have a boy in my room, but this isn’t exactly what I had in mind.”
Chris didn’t respond; he just looked down in embarrassment.
“It is pretty neat though. You’re like, as small as a bug.” Rachel giggled.
“Yeah, well it’s not neat, Rachel,” Chris replied, “it’s scary, and really embarrassing.”
“Yeah, I bet,” Rachel said, “I can’t believe Shannon did this. Did she really step on you?”
“Yes,” Chris replied irately, “I’m lucky to be alive!”
“Well, you better watch yourself the next couple days,” Rachel warned him, bringing her foot that hanging down off the bed up on top of the covers and setting it near to Chris’s position, “you wouldn’t want me to accidentally step on you, too.”
“Hey! Be careful, would ya?!” Chris exclaimed as he bounced up and down from the impact of Rachel’s foot.
“You’re right, I’ll have to be,” she agreed, giggling, “otherwise you could get stuck between my toes.”
“Rachel, cut it out!” Chris demanded, watching her toes wiggle.
“He he, this is going to be a fun couple of days,” she giggled, biting her lower lip.
“RACHEL! KNOCK IT OFF! IT’S NOT FUNNY!”
“Sorry, Chris, I can’t help it!” Rachel said, still giggling hysterically, “You just look so darn cute down there.”
“I don’t want to look cute,” Chris said irritably, “I want to be big again!”
“Well, like you said, you’re stuck until it wears off; so, what should we do in the meantime?”
“I don’t know,” Chris shrugged. “We could watch some TV.”
“Uh, I don’t have a TV in my room.”
“So, we’ll go to the living room.”
“Where? Downstairs?!” Rachel exclaimed. “We can’t go downstairs! What if my mom were to find you?! Or worse: Chloe?!”
“You’re right,” Chris nodded, gulping nervously, “bad idea! She might eat me.”
“And we’ll have to make sure we put you somewhere safe at night. Chloe normally sleeps at the foot of my bed.”
Chris got very nervous; he started shaking, not wanting to think about what would happen if Chloe got her paws on him....literally.
“Don’t worry, Chris. I won’t let Chloe anywhere near you,” Rachel reassured him, “but it’s probably best that you don’t leave my room unless you’re with me.”
“Great,” Chris sulked, “What am I supposed to do for the next two days?”
“Here,” Rachel said, grabbing her tablet from the nightstand, “let’s check out some videos on YouTube. Maybe we’ll figure something out.”
Rachel carefully lay down on the bed, placing her head next to Chris, and tilting the tablet so they both could watch, though she quickly had to turn down the volume to spare his ears. They watched a couple of Vine compilations, both sharing some good laughs, but soon Rachel got restless. Chris’s situation had peaked her curiosity.
“Hey, let me browse for a second,” Rachel said, bringing up the on-screen keyboard. She carefully typed in the phrase ‘tiny kid’ and clicked ‘Search.
“Hey!” Chris exclaimed when he saw what she was typing, but Rachel was too busy flipping through the videos to notice. All she found, though, were videos about short people.
“Nah, this isn’t what I want,” Rachel said. She deleted the phrase and instead typed in ‘shrunken kid’.
“Come on, Rachel,” Chris squeaked and frustration.
“Ah, here we go,” Rachel said, finding the next set of videos much more to her liking.
“Rachel, cut it out!”
“What?! I’m just curious,” Rachel defended herself, “besides, maybe we’ll get some inspiration on some fun things we can do.”
“I highly doubt it,” Chris said disagreeably.
“Hey, let’s check this one out!” Rachel said, coming upon a trailer for the 80s movie, “Honey, I Shrunk the Kids”.
“Can we ‘not’?” Chris begged.
It was too late: Rachel had already clicked the play tab.
“Rachel, please?”
“Hush, I wanna watch,” she shushed him.
While Rachel watched the trailer with enthusiasm, Chris could only watch nervously as the kids on the video got into all sorts of trouble, wondering if he’d be in any of those situations.
“Ooh, Chris! I just got a killer idea!” Rachel said excitedly after the video finished.
“Rachel, whatever you’re thinking, please, let’s not,” Chris pleaded nervously.
“Wait here!” she said rolling off the bed, jostling Chris in the process. “I’ll be right back.”
“Rachel, please don’t leave me!” Chris begged.
Rachel never heard him; she was already out her door, her bare feet stomping down the hallway.
Chris was extremely anxious; nothing he saw in that trailer looked like fun. Quite the contrary.
A few minutes later, Rachel returned, carrying a bowl of cereal. She placed it on her desk and stepped over to the bed to retrieve Chris. He started backing off, squeaking objections to what he knew was going to happen, but Rachel plucked him off the bed and set him in her palm.
“Rachel, NO! I know what you’re thinking, and please, NO!”
“Relax, Chris. I know what I’m doing,” she said as she sat down on her desk, her hand hovering precariously over the bowl of cereal.
“Rachel! Y-You’re not really gonna e-eat me, are you?!” Chris squeaked.
“Of course not!” Rachel replied aghast. “We’re just going to act it out! It’ll be fun!”
“No, Rachel, please! I don’t wanna chance it!”
“Chris, aren’t you curious what it’ll be like swimming in a giant bowl of cereal?”
“Not really, and I’m not really fond of Cheerios anyway.”
“But Chris,” Rachel’s eyes lit up, “these aren’t Cheerios, they’re Lucky Charms! You can literally eat a marshmallow bigger than you are!”
Chris peeked over the side of Rachel’s hand onto the bowl, confirming what she’d said.
“Rachel, I don’t know,” Chris whined apprehensively.
“Come on Chris, please?” she pleaded. “Just try it. I’ll pull you out at the first sign of trouble, I promise.”
Chris sighed uneasily.
“Alright,” he relented, “but he careful, OK?”
“Ooh, yes,” Rachel squealed with giddiness, her legs trembling happily. She carefully lowered her palm and dumped Chris into the bowl.
SPLASH
The milk was ice cold, cutting like needles through Chris’s skin. He quickly surfaced, grabbing a nearby piece of cereal.
“R-Rachel, it’s f-freezing in here,” Chris called up, shivering, desperately hanging on. “I can’t do this, it’s t-t-too cold.”
“Oh, just give it a chance,” Rachel said callously, grabbing her spoon. “Now hold on!”
Rachel dipped the spoon into the opposite side of the bowl and slurped up a bite. She chewed gleefully, keeping her eyes on Chris’s reaction in the bowl. The spoon’s departure sent ripples through the milk, tossing the surrounding cereal all around him. The piece he was holding jostled, causing him to let go and dip beneath the surface. Chris flailed about, managing to grab the piece again as he coughed and sputtered.
“Rachel!” He gurgled. “Be careful!”
“Hey, let’s play game,” Rachel offered. “I’ll try to scoop you up with my spoon and you try to dodge it.”
“Come on, Rachel, Stop it!” Chris demanded.
“You better get swimming, Chris,” she called down playfully as her spoon descended, “or I just might change my mind about not eating you.
“RACHEL, NO!” Chris screamed in terror, swimming away frantically to avoid being scooped up.
Rachel scooped heap of serial, examined it carefully, then looked back towards a bowl, quickly spotting Chris grabbing a marshmallow. Of course, she wasn’t actually trying to eat him: just toy with him a bit. She shoved the spoonful in her mouth, chewing and swallowing quickly before sending the spoon towards the bowl once again.
“RACHEL, STOP! PLEASE!” Chris pleaded as a giant utensil approached again. He quickly drove underneath the marshmallow, changing directions and swimming towards the other side of the bowl, narrowly avoiding the spoon once again.
Meanwhile, Rachel was giggling, enjoying watching her tiny friend struggle. She couldn’t believe Chris was actually this small, nor that he was swimming around in her bowl of cereal. Oh no, she was never gonna let him live this down. The whole exchange went on for several minutes until Chris could no longer avoid the spoon.
“NO, RACHEL!” Chris cried.
It was too late. The spoon submerged beneath his position in the bowl. He tried grabbing onto the marshmallow to stay afloat, but he was soon being lifted high into the air. Chris watched nervously as his giant friend held up the spoon, a big smile on her face.
“He he, I got you now!” Rachel taunted him.
“OK, Rachel. You got me!” Chris said nervously. “Now, can we please stop.”
“Hm,” she uttered as she licked her lips vigorously, smacking them mockingly, “I wonder what you taste like.”
“R-Rachel, please. You can’t be serious!” Chris squeaked. “RACHEL, NO!”
Chris looked on in horror as her giant mouth opened, her huge tongue beckoning the spoon forward; he was headed inside.
“RACHEL! DON’T EAT ME! PLEEEEEASE!”
Rachel’s lips closed around the spoon, withdrawing it soon after, and holding the bite inside her mouth. She gently sloshed the contents back and forth inside her, wondering just how much Chris was freaking out. Finally, she spit her bite back into the bowl; Chris surfaced soon after, completely scared to death.
“RACHEL, THAT WASN’T FUNNY! YOU COULD’VE SWALLOWED ME!” Chris shouted.
“Geez Chris, calm down,” Rachel said with disdain. “I told you I wasn’t actually going to eat you. I was just teasing you.”
“Well, I’m done playing! Now, get me out of here!”
“For Pete’s sake, Chris, lighten up! Why don’t you just eat your fill?”
“I’m not hungry! Now, would you please just get me out of here? You’re as bad as Shannon!”
“Oh, I am, am I?” Rachel replied, flabbergasted. “Well, just for that, you can just stay in there while I use the restroom!”
Rachel set down the spoon, scooted he chair back, and stood up.
“RACHEL, WAIT! YOU CAN’T JUST LEAVE ME IN HERE!” Chris pleaded. “RACHEL, COME BACK!”
It was no use: Rachel left the room, closing the door behind her.
Chris helplessly treaded milk, awaiting his captor’s return. He couldn’t believe Rachel was treating him like she was; they were supposed to be friends. More and more he was regretting contacting her, but honestly, what choice did he have? One thing was certain, if Rachel wasn’t more careful, she really WAS going to eat him.
Chris looked intently at marshmallow he was holding onto. He shrugged and took a big bite; he figured he may as well. Besides, when would he ever have a chance again to eat a marshmallow that was bigger than he was?
After several minutes, the bedroom door opened again.
“Geez, finally!” Chris yelled and frustration. “Now get me out of here, Rachel!”
Chris saw a giant figure approach....and reeled in horror. It wasn’t Rachel!
“I knew she took a bowl of cereal up here,” Mrs. Carson said with frustration. “How many times have I told her ‘no eating in your room’?”
“Oh no,” Chris uttered as the giant mother reached for the bowl. “NO, MRS. CARSON, WAIT!”
Chris’s squeaks for help went unnoticed as she picked up the bowl. The contents inside agitated violently, forcing Chris beneath he waves, as Mrs. Carson headed back into the hallway. Chris tried desperately to stay afloat, but kept getting forced under by floating debris.
At one point, he breached the surface, and was about to call up to her again, but Mrs. Carson chose that moment to place the spoon back into the bowl. It struck Chris head on, forcing him back underneath the milk. Luckily, he was pushed out of the way instead of being pinned underneath it.
The worst part of the trip came when she headed down the stairs. Chris was tossed about violently with each step: flying up out of the milk and landing on broken bits of marshmallows.
“There,” Mrs. Carson said as she walked into the kitchen, setting the bowl on he table, “Rachel can finish it down here.”
Then, she stopped for a minute and glanced at the bowl; she suddenly felt a little hungry.
“I guess Rachel won’t mind if I take one quick bite,” Mrs. Carson said as she licked her lips and reached for the spoon.
Chris surfaced just in time to see the giant woman grab the spoon.
“MRS. CARSON! NOOO!” Chris screamed as the spoon dipped beneath him.
Mrs. Carson scooped a heap of cereal into the air, opened her mouth, and shoved the bite inside. Then, after chewing for a few seconds, she swallowed.

A few minutes later, Rachel’s bare feet stomped down the stairs, calling for her mother frantically. She swung around the banister and into the kitchen.
“Mom, where’s my *gasp*?!”
Rachel eyed her cereal bowl sitting on the kitchen table.
“I brought your bowl down here, Rach,” her mother said, standing over the sink. “What have I told you about eating in your room?”
“Mom, you don’t understand!” Rachel cried as she slid over to the table and scanned the bowl.
“I understand that I’ve told you a hundred times. You know the rules,” her mother replied as she turned towards her daughter. Mrs. Carson was surprised to see her daughter combing the bowl with her spoon, as if she were looking for something.
“Honey,” she started, “what are you look—?”
“Mom,” Rachel interrupted, “please tell me you didn’t eat any of it.”
“Uh, well I only took a small bite, but you can have more if you want.”
Rachel eyes grew wide with fear; she turned back to the bowl before her mother had finished her sentence.
“Please be OK,” Rachel began chanting to herself, over and over again.
“Honey, what’s the matter?”
“Mom, you don’t understand,” Rachel replied, nearly in tears.
“Understand what?”
Rachel suddenly realized that she didn’t want her mother to see Chris’s tiny form if he did happen to avoid being eaten; she grabbed the bowl and began to scurry out of the room.
“Uh-uhn,” her mother uttered, “you keep that in the kitchen!”
“But mom—“
“No ‘but’s!”
Rachel cringed and stepped back into the kitchen, setting the bowl back down at the table. She sat down and waited for her mom to turn her back, then frantically searched the cereal again.
“For goodness sake, Rach, you’d think you’d lost something in there.”
I may have, Rachel thought sadly, wondering as she searched if her mom really had eaten Chris, and what he was going through being digested in her mom’s stomach.
Then, miraculously, Chris emerged from the milk, coughing and sputtering, trying to grab onto a piece of cereal. Rachel breathed a sigh of relief as she carefully maneuvered her spoon down to scoop him up, bringing Chris up close to her face.
“Oh, thank goodness,” she said aloud.
“Thank goodness for what?” Mrs. Carson asked, turning around from the sink.
Rachel jerked, startled by her mom’s words. The spoon jumped towards her, accidentally tossing Chris down her shirt while she watched, helplessly frozen with fright.
“No!” Rachel uttered, seeing Chris’s tiny body tumble down her chest.
“Honey, what is it?” her mother asked.
“Nothing!” Rachel answered quickly, snapping her head up from her chest. “Uh, can I be excused.”
“Well, if you’re finished, come put your bowl in the sink.”
Meanwhile, Chris had landed on Rachel’s right breast and tumbled down onto her nipple. Her A-cup-sized chest was quite smaller than Shannon’s, so there wasn’t as much to hold onto. He clung to the large nipple, desperately trying to hold on.
Rachel was halfway to the sink with her bowl when she felt something grasp one of her nipples. She paused, letting out a tiny squeak in surprise, and bit her lower lip. The sensation was shocking, yet stimulating.
“Rachel, what is it?” Mrs. Carson asked.
“Uh, nothing mom,” Rachel said trying to hold back her reaction as she continued to the sink with her bowl. All the moving she was doing continuously jostled Chris, who kept clawing at her nipple trying not to fall, which in turn stimulated her more.
“Rachel, are you sure you’re OK?” her mother asked.
“I’m OK, mom,” Rachel said, finishing rinsing off her bowl and placing it in the sink. “I’m just going to head back upstairs.”
Rachel started walking away as quickly as could, doing her best to contain herself.
“Honey, wait a second!” her mother said.
Rachel stopped dead in her tracks, closing her eyes and gritting her teeth to control herself.
“Yeah, mom?” she said.
“Come here.”
Rachel turned slowly and carefully moved over towards her mother.
“Rach, are you sure everything’s OK?” Mrs. Carson said, placing her hands on Rachel’s shoulders.
As soon as her mother’s hands made contact with Rachel, she inadvertently gave her daughter a slight shake; it was just enough for Chris to lose his grip on the nipple. He plummeted downwards, tumbling down Rachel‘s chest and over her tummy, and sliding right down the front of Rachel‘s panties.
Rachel exhaled. The sensation on her breast was gone.
“You know you can always come to me if something’s bothering you, sweetie,” Mrs. Carson continued.
“I know mom,” Rachel replied, “but I’m fine. Really.”
Chris, however, was not fine. He was slipping further down Rachel’s underwear, eventually sliding right over her pubic region to the top of her privates. He desperately started squirming, clawing, and scratching at her skin, trying to climb upwards.
Rachel’s eyes suddenly grew wide. The sensation on her nipple had now moved down to her crotch. She suddenly realized Chris must’ve fallen inside, and whatever he was doing was really getting her going.
“OK?” her mother asked.
Rachel snapped back to reality. She’d missed the entire conversation with your mother.
“OK, mom, but everything’s fine. Really, I’m OK,” she replied, hoping your mother would buy her response, though she was squirming in her stance.
“OK, sweetie. Go on.”
“Thanks mom,” Rachel said, slowly turning and walking away, trying to look casual despite the fact that Chris’s squirming was really stimulating her. She headed up the stairs, panting and biting her lip. She’d never felt this way before; of course, no one had ever touched her like this before. It felt really good!
Somehow, Rachel made it down the hall to her room; she hastily locked the door and sat down on her bed.
“Chris, Chris wait!” she panted, trying to unzip your pants, but his squirming continued. “Chris! Oh my gosh!”
Rachel kept fiddling with her zipper, trying to pull her pants down, but Chris’s movement’s made it difficult. She kept panting....kept building until...
Rachel let out a huge moan, falling back onto her bed, breathing heavily. The front of her panties were soaked. She took a moment to recover, finished unzipping her pants, and lifted her panties to peek inside.
There was Chris, lying prostrate on her vaginal lips, covered in her juices, and completely exhausted.
“Oh my gosh!” Rachel exclaimed quietly, “Chris, are you OK?”
“Yeah,” Chris squeaked, “I think so.”
“Wow! I don’t know what you were doing, but it felt really good.”
“I was trying to get out of your underwear!” Chris explained.
“Well,” Rachel giggles uncomfortably, “if you’re going to do THAT while you’re in there, I might just leave you in there for a while.”
“Rachel, No!”
“Relax, Chris,” Rachel giggled softly, “I’m only teasing you. Don’t worry, I’ll take care of you, just like you took care of me.”
Rachel lay there on her bed, eyeing Chris lovingly, cooing at him. She had never thought of him as anything more than just a friend, but Chris had awakened feelings inside her she’d never felt before, and whether he knew it or not, Chris was going to be spending more time in her underwear.
Rachel giggled softly thinking about the tiny boy she was going to be taking care of. She was definitely going to enjoy the next couple of days!

Chris awoke to a sudden jostling.
“Mpf, what the—?” he uttered in confusion.
He was surrounded by wet, slimy walls all around, bumping up and down from an outside force; the sour smell was familiar to him.
“What does Shannon think she’s doing?!” he cursed aloud, believing she was trying to be cute by sticking him in her vagina during the night.
“SHANNON, LET ME OUT OF HERE RIGHT NOW!” he demanded.
Chris received no response; he only recognized the feeling of her walking with him inside her. Great, he thought, she can’t hear my tiny voice.
“I swear, when I get bigger, I’m going to strangle her!” he affirmed aloud, working his way down to her lips, and his escape. Finally, he saw a flash of light at the end of the tunnel; he quickly slid towards it, bursting through the pubic region, with full expectations of recognizing his surroundings...
Chris gasped. The surroundings were familiar, but he wasn’t in his house: he was in.... Noreen’s bathroom?! But that meant...
A loud moaning emanated from above; Chris craned his neck up to view the giantess. His fears were realized: it wasn’t Shannon, it was Noreen, and he was sticking out of her huge pussy.
The giantess stretched and yawned, moaning as her muscles flexed.
“Man,” Noreen said as she stood naked in front of her bathroom sink, “that was a good night sleep. What a day I had yesterday!”
“Noreen?! NOREEN!” Chris shouted up to her, “HEY, I’M DOWN HERE!”
“And what a weird dream I had! Imagine, Chris being shrunk?! Stuck underneath my FOOT?! How could I even think that was REAL?!”
“NO, NOREEN! WAIT! IT WASN’T A DREAM! IT WAS REAL! I DID SHRINK! HELP ME!”
“I wonder where I got such a ridiculous idea from. Hmph, maybe Shannon’s right: maybe I HAVE been working out too much.”
“NO, NOREEN! NOREEN! HELP!”
Chris helplessly watched as Noreen leaned over the sink to fill a glass of water, taking a passing sniff of her armpit as she did.
“Yuck! Guess I overdid it yesterday. I’d better shower and wash off this stench.”
“SHOWER?!” Chris exclaimed, terrified by the notion. “NO, NOREEN! DON’T Tmke a shmrr...”
A set of giant fingers suddenly pushed Chris back inside Noreen’s vagina, muffling Chris’s cries for help. She rubbed herself to take care of an itch while she drank her water, then headed for the bathtub. Chris could feel the giantess take a high step into the shower; he desperately struggled to escape before it was too late.
He heard Noreen pull the curtain shut. Chris burst forth from her pussy once again, right as Noreen reached for the faucet handle and turned on the water.
“ACK! NO, NOREEN!”
Chris had barely spoken when the sound of a rushing waterfall burst forth and pounded the porcelain surface far below. He was still shouting, desperately trying to get Noreen’s attention, but there was just too much noise for him to be heard.
As Noreen tested the water, Chris tried freeing his arms and waving frantically, but she wasn’t paying any attention to her privates.
“NOREEBlubblbl!”
The shower head began spraying; Chris was suddenly hit with a torrent of water. He held fast to Noreen as the wave washed over him. Screaming for help was now impossible: he kept coughing and choking on water streaming down her torso.
Meanwhile, the giant Noreen was wetting herself down, and briefly rinsing out her hair. Her giant fingers headed for her genitalia once again. Chris couldn’t scream, only watch helplessly as Noreen’s fingers penetrated the stream of water and shove him back inside. He was batted back and forth among the wet, slippery walls.
As the huge fingers departed, Chris was immediately dislodged from the giant vagina, slipping right past Noreen’s labia.
“NOREEN, NOOOOOO!” he yelled as he slid downwards. There was nothing to grab onto. Chris was now falling directly to the surface far below.
“AAHHHH!” Chris shouted as he fell. Down....Down....Down into a swirling abyss.

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Chris awoke among a sea of rough fibers. He flailed his limbs trying to right himself, eventually finding a firm surface to stand on. After taking a moment to brush himself off, Chris looked around to determine what had happened:
It was was still early morning; the sun was just starting to rise, light peering through the window on the far side of the room. Though it was still quite dim, Chris recognized his bedroom. He was on the floor, tangled within the carpet fibers adjacent to his desk.
“What happened?” Chris said to himself. “How did I get here?”
Looking up, he figured he must’ve been dreaming the whole scenario with Noreen; in his panic, he went sleepwalking and fell right off the edge of the desk into the carpet.
“Man, what a fall!” Chris said, the desk looming far above. “I’m lucky I wasn’t killed! Great! Now what am I supposed to do?”
Chris’s eyes immediately shot over to the bed; he was so small he couldn’t even tell whether or not Shannon was still there, though he figured she must be, seeing as how it was way too early in the morning for her to be up. Quickly surmising that he wouldn’t be able to get back to his tiny bed, let alone climb his desk without help, Chris was left with two choices: either stay put and wait for Shannon to wake up, or head towards the bed and climb it. He honestly considered heading back behind the leg of the desk to sleep, but if there was a bug or mouse around, he’d risk getting eaten.
Faced with no other good option, Chris started weaving through the carpet fibers, making his way over to the bed, hoping that he’d be able to climb it, or at least get Shannon’s attention.
During his trek, Chris’s mind started wandering: he agonized over how small he was, if today would be the day that he’d grow back to normal, and, if it was, would it be all of a sudden or a little at a time?
It had already been almost 3 days, and he wasn’t showing any signs of getting bigger. What if Shannon was wrong? What if he was stuck half an inch tall forever?! After all that he’d went through with Shannon, Rachel, AND Noreen, he wondered if his whole life would be more of the same: having to constantly avoid getting stepped on by everyone’s giant feet, being trapped in someone’s underwear again, or even having to save himself from getting eaten. Would he ever be able to go to school, or see his friends again? And what about Rachel? He’d miss hanging out with her, the games they’d play, her jokes, her laugh, her wavy hair...
Furthermore, what about Sue Ann? Would he even see her again? And even if he DID, what would she think?! Would she toy with him like Shannon: sitting on him, stepping on him, or putting him between her breasts...
Well, I guess it wouldn’t be ALL bad, Chris thought.
He was so lost in his train of thought, Chris didn’t even notice that he’d nearly reached the side of the bed. He looked up to see the frame looming overhead; it was such a huge distance from the floor, he knew we wouldn’t be able to get up that way. Unfortunately, the covers he was hoping would be drooped on the floor were too high up—surprisingly, Shannon hadn’t kicked them off during the night.
“Perfect!” Chris said sarcastically, “NOW what do I do?”
Then, the bed started loudly creaking. Chris had to cover his years as the wooden frame squeaked and groaned. He backed up a bit to get a better view; his eyes grew wide!
Shannon was sitting up! What luck, he thought, it was the perfect chance to get her attention before she fell back asleep.
“Shannon!” Chris called, cupping his hands around his mouth like a megaphone, “Shannon, down here! In the carpet! I fell off the desk! Help!”
Amazingly, Chris saw her giant figure come into view, nearing the edge of the bed.
“Thank goodness!” Chris exclaimed, “I thought I’d be stuck down here for a while.”
Chris was eagerly waiting to be rescued, expecting to see Shannon look down to find his tiny figure in the carpet...
Two giant legs suddenly swung out, hanging over the side of the bed, bent at the knees; a pair of huge feet swung ominously overhead.
“Whoa!” Chris exclaimed, recoiling instinctively, “Hey! Watch it up there!”
Shannon’s feet kept swinging back and forth precariously, increasing Chris’s anxiety.
“Shannon, Stop! Hey, I’m down here! Be careful!”
Then, giant feet started descending. Chris attempted to back away, but tripped, falling flat on his butt; he was now directly in the path of the giant, falling feet.
“SHANNON! WAIT!” Chris screamed, “NO! DON’T STEP ON ME AGAIN! NOOOOO!”

Moments before, Shannon awoke to a tingling sensation in her abdomen: she needed to pee. She slowly sat up in bed, taking a moment to compose herself, and slid her body towards the edge of the bed.
The clock on the nearby nightstand softly illuminated the time: 5:35AM.
Great, Shannon thought, I hope I can get back to sleep after this. I don’t want to be up yet.
It was a warm, muggy morning; Shannon could feel the sweat coating her body; a sticky feeling all over. She swung her legs over, dangled them off the edge of the bed, and sat for a moment, still too tired to move; she wanted to get back to sleep, though she knew she’d never be able to with a full bladder. Thus, Shannon slowly lowered her feet to the floor, oblivious to the tiny squeaks for help emanating from the carpet below, getting ever more desperate as the feet descended.
Shannon’s feet made contact with the floor; the squeaks for help abruptly cut off. Then, she slowly made her way out of the room and down the hall to the bathroom.

For Chris, each step was torture. When Shannon’s feet hit the ground, he’d been directly underneath them. Somehow, he’d avoided being crushed, but now he was stuck face-first on the sole of Shannon’s right foot. With every step she took, Chris went tearing through the air like he was on some kind of carnival ride, experiencing huge G-forces that would make him vomit if he could; plus, his attempts to free himself were futile: each time her foot hit the floor, he was plastered right back into place.
Chris desperately screamed for help, but his cries for help were completely muffled by the wrinkly flesh he was stuck to. All he could do was just hold on for dear life and hope that the terrifying ride with soon come to an end.

Shannon was still groggy when she stepped into the bathroom. She carefully closed the door and flipped on the light switch. The light was brighter than she’d expected; she had to squint until her eyes adjusted. She lifted the toilet lid, quickly pulled down her panties, and plopped her fat ass down on the seat, letting out a sigh of relief as she emptied her bladder.
Being too short to plant her feet firmly on the floor while she peed, Shannon’s toes and the balls of her feet touched the floor while her heels remained elevated. It had never been a big deal though, Shannon was used to being short. Sure, she wished she could be a 6’ tall model, or a 7’ goddess, but she was content with how she was. Besides, being short did have its advantages: if a guy wasn’t exactly well endowed, he’d still be long enough to satisfy her. She often wondered what Chris would feel like fully erect, and if he’d be able to satisfy her, even at his normal size. Not that it really mattered, regardless of how big or small he was...
Shannon grinned; she just had a killer idea. She really hoped today would be the day that Chris started growing back to normal.

Now that Shannon was sitting down, Chris was finally able to make progress prying himself from her hot, sticky sole. Though the number one thing on his mind was getting off Shannon’s foot, he couldn’t help but fixate on his frustration over the situation: this made it the 2nd time in less than 2 days that he’d been stepped on and plastered underneath some giant woman’s foot. Heck, this wasn’t even the first time he’d been stuck to SHANNON’S! Was this going to be an every day occurrence?! And if Chris stayed tiny forever, was he doomed to have to dodge someone’s giant feet daily for the rest of his life, which, if Shannon didn’t pay closer attention, wasn’t going to be much longer?!
As Chris pulled himself free one body part at a time, the overwhelming sounds emanating from Shannon’s business in the toilet thundered in the background. He’d managed to pull his face free, but the waterfall of urine crashing into lake loo drowned out all of his shouts for help. Furthermore, he was forced to listen to Shannon’s numerous farts as he struggled; though he was grateful he was nowhere near those ass blasts, it wasn’t exactly pleasant to listen to. In fact, Chris was disgusted at simply the thought of how bad they probably smelled.
He had just about pulled himself completely free of Shannon’s sticky sole when her foot raised up slightly. Chris dangled precariously off her sole, trying like mad to grasp something.
“Shannon!” he cried, “Shannon, STOP!” But he still couldn’t be heard over Shannon’s peeing.
Then, just as quickly as her foot raised up, it crashed back onto the floor; the impact dislodged Chris completely. He hit the linoleum hard, yelping with surprise and pain; he composed himself quickly to avoid being stepped on again.
Shannon’s foot loomed overhead: the ball propped up the rest of the foot, with the sole just barely off the floor. Chris frantically climbed to his feet to escape before the inevitable happened again, but he was too slow. Shannon’s sole lightly tapped the ground, grabbing the tiny boy once again. Chris’s arm and torso stuck slightly to the foot, leaving him hanging with the floor only an inch or two below him.
“SHANNO-!”
Shannon’s foot pressed into the floor as she reached for a small wad of toilet paper to wipe herself. She dropped the used tissue into the toilet, stood up, and pulled up her panties, spinning on her heels to flush the toilet. As she leaned forward, the pressure on her right foot lessened, giving Chris a momentary reprieve.
“Oomf,” Chris exclaimed, “SHANNON, YOU CLUMSY BImfch-!”
Shannon foot pressed the floor again as she stepped over to the sink to quickly wash her hands. In no time, she’d dried her hands, flipped off the light, and was headed back down the hall to the bedroom.
By the time she reached Chris’s room, Shannon couldn’t think about anything but getting back to sleep. She quickly slipped back into bed face first, kicked the covers off her, and closed her eyes.

Not long after she’d fallen asleep, Chris had liberated his face from the Shannon’s sole once again. He gasped for air, taking a moment to recover before unsticking himself completely once again. The atmosphere around him was hot and humid, though it was a welcome reprieve compared to being facedown in Shannon’s foot flesh; even though she’d showered not too long before bed, Shannon’s feet somehow reeked again. This was not how Chris envisioned his morning going!
He surveyed the giant landscape before him: despite spending almost three whole days shrunk with her, Chris had never viewed Shannon like he was currently. It was a remarkable sight to see: the bottoms of Shannon’s feet pointing upwards. In the distance lay a giant, panty-covered ass, and, although he couldn’t actually see from his vantage point, Chris could tell she was topless.
His desk seemed to be on the opposite side of a giant canyon beyond a cushioned landscape. Obviously, he wouldn’t be able to get back to his desk on his own, so the only option was to wake Shannon back up. Though he did consider simply finding a comfortable spot to curl up and fall asleep himself, he didn’t want to risk Shannon flailing in her sleep, or her waking up and discovering Chris missing again, thinking he’d tried another escape attempt.
“Shannon,” he shouted, trying to rouse her, “Hey, Shannon!” But she had completely passed out.
“Shannon, come on. Wake up!” He yelled, frantically started jumping up and down on her sole.
Chris heard movement nearby. Shannon‘s left foot started shifting.
“Yes!” he cried in elation, “That’s it, Shannon. Wake up! I’m on your foot!”
Chris was startled as Shannon’s left foot quickly rose into the air beside him. He watched in amazement as the foot slammed onto her right heel. The impact knocked Chris off his feet; as he sat up, he watched in horror as Shannon’s plump toes started coming directly for him.
“SHANNON, NO!” he yelled, rolling to his feet and running away hysterically.
Chris wasn’t fast enough: Shannon’s big toe hit him from behind, sending him hurtling down her sole, over the ball of her foot, and down amongst her toes. Meanwhile, Shannon’s big toenail started scraping against her sole, unconsciously scratching an itch that was irritating it. To the tiny Chris, the sound was excruciatingly loud. Once the scratching finally stopped, the left foot returned to its initial position on the bed.
Chris struggled to right himself among Shannon’s toes, eventually climbing back up onto the ball of her foot. He held fast for a moment, making sure any movement by Shannon had stopped before continuing on.
“Phew,” he said, “that was close.”
Chris needed to get Shannon’s attention, but from his current position it was apparently too risky. To wake her up, Chris would have to get up near her head; it was his only chance of even being heard. Unfortunately, he’d have to rely on his own power to get to where he needed to be; the problem was exactly how to get there.
He surmised the quickest way would be to traverse her body, though it wasn’t the most ideal option. He considered jumping off her foot and walking around her body, but if Shannon happened to roll over in her sleep, he’d risk getting squished, not to mention he could also get knocked off the bed. Since staying put wasn’t an option, climbing her was the best way.
At least he’d have some advance notice if Shannon WERE to turn over in her sleep, and be thrown clear in the process. But he’d have to be careful, else he risked Shannon scratching an itch again.
Chris carefully made his way up the hill of Shannon’s foot, staying towards the firmer parts and avoiding the softer ones, pausing only once to admire the large expanse of her soul. He was truly astounded on how big it was compared to his size, getting a slight boner thinking about how Shannon had used it to play with him the other day. Once he’d finally reached the top of her heel, Chris started arduous journey over the back of her ankle and up her right leg. He wanted to make sure he wasn’t noticed until he reached a safe place near her head; he didn’t want her to make any sudden movements either. Who knows where she may toss him?
Unfortunately, Chris’s anxieties proved to be warranted: as he reached Shannon’s calf, her leg jolted and suddenly surged upwards. Chris was send hurtling up the bed, shouting as he sailed through the air. He bounced off Shannons humongous ass, rolling further up her rear end. Chris lay prone for several minutes before recovering, shaking off the pain.
“Another close one,” he sighed heavily, “maybe this was a bad idea....Too late to turn back now. Please Shannon, no more sudden movements.”
Chris stood up, steadying himself on the squishy surface, and began traversing up her panties. Although Chris had been near to Shannons ass than he’d wished to be at his current size several times now, this time, much like with her foot minutes before, he was able to truly get a sense of how massive it was. Even when he was normal sized, it was huge, but at his current sauce, it was an endless landscape that would take an eternity for him to traverse.
Somehow, though, he’d finally reached the waistband of Shannon’s panties, wasting no time in hurtling over it and starting the even longer trek up her back.

Shannon was half asleep, doing her best to stay comfortable. Unfortunately, she kept feeling these tiny tickles on her body; she just couldn’t seem to get rid of them. They seemed to radiate up her body: first her foot, then up her leg, and now her back. Was there something crawling up her body? What it a bug?! Ew! She quickly reached her left hand back to swat whatever it was away.

Chris didn’t know what hit him: he’d just started make some headway up Shannons bare back when her giant hand plowed into him, sending him flying backwards.
“OOF!” He yelped with surprise from the impact, shouting as he soared; he impacted Shannon’s lower back and tumbled through a gap under the waistband of her panties.
“SHANNOOOOOOOON! HEEEEELLLLLLP!” he yelled, tumbling down the crack of her ass. With one last stumble, Chris fall in directly to onto Shannon’s sphincter. Then, before he could even react, her massive asshole sucked the tiny boy inside.

“Yuck! Stupid bug!” Shannon said to herself, grasping her pillow, “Maybe now I can get some sleep.”

For a few minutes, the room was silent, and Shannon lay (somewhat) peacefully sleeping. Then, a tiny, turd-stained hand reached out from her anus; then, a second one. Eventually, the head and torso of the tiny boy they belonged to emerged from her sphincter. Chris was gasping for air, covered with brown stains all over. He tried working the rest of his body out of Shannon‘s asshole, but the pressure she was putting on her sprinter prevented him from pulling himself out any further, leaving him stuck halfway out.
“Shannon!” Chris called, coughing from the stench, “Shannon, Help!”
He struggled for quite some time, desperate to free himself from Shannon‘s ass, with no luck. If he didn’t free himself soon, he’d end up spending the rest of the night trapped in a place he really didn’t want to be. He cursed his stupidity, wishing he’d tried one of the other options besides climbing her.
“Shannon! Shannon, help! I’m in your ass! Shannon, I’m stuck in your butt hole! GET ME OUT OF HERE!”
Suddenly, Shannon‘s whole body started tossing, attempting to get comfortable, inadvertently rocking her ass back-and-forth in the process.
“ACK! SHANNON, STOP! WAIT! NO! HELLLLP!”
Chris’s upper body was thrown back and forth violently as Shannon’s whole body shook. Then, the pressure on her sphincter released; Chris slipped downward, quickly bracing himself with his arms, holding himself steady as best he could, up to his chest in Shannon’s asshole.
Soon, the movement stopped. Chris thought the ordeal was over, breathing a sigh of relief...
Gravity suddenly started shifting: Shannon’s ass was tilting to her right side.
“SHANNON! NOOOOOOOO-!” Chris’s cries were silenced as Shannon’s left ass check collapsed, rolling over on top of him. Her ass slammed together, effectively cutting off his escape, pushing him back down inside her asshole.
For the next few moments, the sounds coming from Shannon‘s ass were as thus:
Tiny, muffled pleas for help, growing fainter with time....
A lamenting sigh, followed by the phrase “Goodnight Shannon”....
A gurgling noise....
“Oh no! WAIT!”
A three second release of flatulence, sounding like a long duck quack....
A bloodcurdling scream, immediately followed by more frantic pleas for help....
Then eventually, silence.

Chris was trapped: caught in the open as Shannon turned around. All she had to do was look down and she’d see him. In desperation, he quickly dashed for the wall between the hall and living room, hoping to disappear around the corner before Shannon spotted him. He knew his size was against him, but he had to try.

Shannon scanned the floor briefly as she stood in front of the door, trying to spot Chris if he’d been brazen enough to try to follow Noreen out of the house.
“You should be so lucky she didn’t find you, little man,” Shannon taunted. “Without my potion, I might have had to do something drastic to keep all this quiet. Now, where are you?”
Shannon stomped back into the living room, scanning the floor much more intently for any sign of the tiny Chris. She was curious, however, of why, at an inch tall, Chris still managed to go unnoticed. The only thing she could figure was that he must’ve been trapped somewhere, unable to be seen nor heard. But where?
Shannon checked underneath the ottoman, feeling around all the legs in case Chris was trying to hide. Then, she checked the couch cushions again before haphazardly glancing around the living room.
“Chris, there’s no use hiding,” Shannon stated, now searching around the living room. “You’ll have to come out eventually; you’re completely helpless without me. I’m eventually gonna find you, and you’re gonna be in big trouble when I do.”
Still finding no sign of the tiny boy, Shannon was at her wits end.
“Chris, I swear,” she warned, “if you don’t come out right now, when I find you, I’m gonna step on you. And if you’re not careful I might do so accidentally, now come out right now!”
Shannon waited for almost a minute.
“All right, little man, that’s it: I’m getting the flashlight. You’ve got until I get back to come to your senses, or else...”

Chris darted around the corner just as Shannon’s huge bare feet stomped by; they were even larger than he remembered, which meant he was now smaller than he had been the previous morning. He moaned with frustration, realizing that he was now stuck at his current height for at least the next three days, and that’s if he didn’t get any smaller.
He honestly contemplated just hiding out and trying to survive on his own until the potion wore off again. He figured the kitchen would be his best bet to find scraps of food and water, maybe even etch out a little living space to stay out of sight. Unfortunately, he’d have to actually make it TO the kitchen first, and to do so meant getting there without being spotted. Who knows what Shannon would do if she found him?
As he discretely watched Shannon searching for him, taking angst-ridden note of every threat she made, Chris came to the unpleasant realization that everything she had said was true. Even if he DID make it to he kitchen, he’d not only had to survive, but survive for 3 whole days at less than a 1/4 of an inch tall with an evil, giant woman looking for him the entire time. What’s worse, if he wasn’t careful, Shannon could step on him accidentally again. He’d been lucky enough to survive being stepped on so far by two different women, but being stuck under a giant woman’s foot was no picnic; he did NOT want to go through it again.
When Chris heard that Shannon was going for a flashlight, he knew he’d have to find some shelter. Unfortunately, before he could figure out another hiding spot, she started stomping towards his position. Chris stood perfectly still and closed his eyes...
He breathed a sigh of relief when he heard Shannon‘s giant feet boomed past. Chris opened his eyes, watching intently as Shannon strolled down the hallway to the kitchen, no doubt headed for the utility drawer.
This might be my only chance, Chris thought. Maybe I can slink along the wall and get behind the TV stand before Shannon gets back. Then, I could—
*DING DONG*
The loud gonging of the doorbell had Chris’s ears ringing in agony.
“I’m really getting tired of everything sounding so damn loud!” he cursed, covering his ears.
Chris gasped, snapping his head up in a sudden moment of clarity. Noreen?! Had she come back to look for him? Had she realized the truth?
Chris became very anxious, but figured he’d best stay out of sight, at least until he knew that it WAS Noreen at the door. If it wasn’t, he contemplated trying to find a way to sneak out the front door, but ultimately decided against it: even with Shannon searching for him, Chris figured he’d still be better off inside the house rather than out. He crossed his fingers and closed his eyes, silently praying Noreen had come back to save him.

Great! Shannon thought in frustration upon hearing the doorbell, Noreen’s coming back. I may have to resort to more drastic measures to keep her quiet.
Shannon stomped angrily towards the front door trying to keep her cool, but gritting her teeth all the while.
“Chris,” she called lowly, “if you know what’s good for you, you’ll stay out of sight.”
Shannon was so flustered she didn’t even bother to check the peephole; she quickly unlocked the deadbolt and swung the door open.
“Noreen, I said I’d call—“
Shannon stopped mid-sentence. The person at the door wasn’t Noreen; it was a slightly younger women wearing a white top with a white polka-dot navy blue skirt and flats. She wasn’t much taller than Shannon, with shoulder-length light brown hair and blond highlights.
“Uh, hi,” the woman spoke, slightly confused at Shannon’s comment. “Sorry to bother you, but I was wondering if I could see Chris?”
“Who’s asking?” Shannon replied, slightly suspicious.
“Oh, I’m sorry, we haven’t met. My name’s...”

Chris opened his eyes; he had just heard an angelic voice. This time, however, it wasn’t Noreen.
“No, it couldn’t be,” Chris said to himself, “could it?”
He listened intently to conversation between Shannon and the woman at the door. At the very moment she introduced yourself to Shannon, Chris spoke her name:
“Sue Ann!” Chris and the giantess spoke in unison.

“...I was supposed to look after Chris this week,” the woman at the door continued, “but I got called out of town for a last minute client meeting. I just got back and wanted to stop by and say hello to him.”
“Oh! Well, I’m Shannon....Shannon Miller; I’ve been Chris’s babysitter for practically forever.”
“Oh, so you’re Shannon,” Sue Ann recalled. “It’s nice to finally meet you. Chris has told me a lot about you.”
“Huh,” Shannon uttered disdainfully. “Good things, I hope.”
“Uh, of course,” Sue Ann stammered, biting her lip. “And I’m sure he’s mentioned me, too.
“Once or twice,” Shannon understated.
“Anyway,” Sue Ann continued, “I was hoping to apologize to him for having to cancel on such short notice.”

“SUE ANN!” Chris called out, making his way along the wall back to the entrance of the hallway. He couldn’t believe his luck: Sue Ann had come for him. She’d actually stopped by to check on him. Chris found new motivation and energy, running as fast as he could to make it to the front door hoping to be rescued from his nightmare. He’d rather be stuck with Sue Ann than Shannon for the next several days.

“Ah, well unfortunately, Chris is feeling a little under the weather today,” Shannon said.
“Oh, I’m sorry to hear that. Is it, like, the flu or something?”
“You know, he’s just come down with a ‘little’ something,” Shannon replied slyly. “Anyway, he’s kind of indisposed at the moment.”
“Gee, that’s too bad. I hope I didn’t catch you at a bad time,” Sue Ann remarked, motioning to Shannon‘s bathrobe.
“Not at all. I....just got out of the shower. I’ll make sure to tell Chris you stopped by, OK?” Shannon said, starting to close the door.

“SUE ANN, WAIT! PLEASE, DON’T LEAVE! WAIT!” Chris squeaked, darting around the corner, hoping to make it to the front door before Shannon shooed her away.
Unfortunately, he took the next corner a little too sharply, tripping as he reached the hallway. Chris fell flat on his face, smacking the ground with a tiny *thwack* on the hardwood floor.
“Argh,” Chris moaned in agony, “dang it!”
He scrambled to his feet as quickly as he could, pushing through the pain. He had to make it out the front door before Sue Ann left. She was his only hope.

Shannon started closing the door, but Sue Ann placed her right hand upon it, stopping it from shutting.
“Well, hang on a second,” Sue Ann interposed, “Could I just go and say a quick ‘hi’ to him? It might make him feel better to see me. It normally does.”
“Uh, you know, now’s not really a good time,” Shannon replied, “He really needs to get some rest, and I need to do a few things around the house that I haven’t been able to take care of for the past couple days. I’m sure you understand.”
“I-I understand completely, but it’ll only take a second. I’m sure he’ll sleep soundly once he sees me.”
“I understand your concern, but I’m afraid it’s just not the best time right now,” Shannon retorted. “You see, I think he still might be contagious. In fact, I kind of feel a little off myself. I wouldn’t want you to catch anything.”
“Uh, OK,” Sue Ann stammered quizzically, “but if it’s alright with you, can I leave you my phone number? That way you can call me when Chris is feeling a little better and I can apologize.”
“You know what? That’s perfect,” Shannon replied. “And the moment Chris is back to his normal self, we’ll be sure to give you a call.”
“Uh, OK, let me find a pen and paper here,” Sue Ann said, rummaging through her purse.

“Sue Ann!” Chris strained, still in pain from his fall. “Sue Ann, wait! Please, don’t leave!”
He stumbled forward, moving as fast as he could. If circumstances were different, Chris might have stuck near the wall, running along the molding to avoid capture, but he didn’t have that kind of time. Sue Ann was about to leave, and he had to get to the front door as quickly as possible.
Maybe I can grab onto one of her flats, Chris thought. I’d just have to hold on until Sue Ann got back to her place. As long as I don’t get sucked under her foot, I should be OK.
Of course, none of that would matter if Chris didn’t make it past Shannon, who was currently playing a clever game of subterfuge.
“SUE ANN, DON’T LISTEN TO HER! SHE’S LYING!” Chris squeaked in frustration. “SUE ANN, HELP ME, PLEASE! I’M DOWN HERE!”
Chris approached Shannons giant feet, her left foot square on the floor and her right one propped on the knuckles of its toes. Chris quickly darted underneath her, keeping his eyes on the threshold of the front doorway. If he could just make it there before it closes....
Suddenly, Sue Ann’s head started shifting downwards; Chris doubled his pace.
Yes! he thought excitedly. She’s gonna see me! She’s gonna find me! I’m sa—
Before Chris could finish his thought, everything went dark.

Sue Ann has just pulled a pen and some paper out of her purse when she heard Shannon gasp.
“What?! What’s wrong?” Sue Ann recoiled.
“N-Nothing,” Shannon stammered.
“Then why did you gasp?”
“I was just....catching my breath, that’s all.”
Sue Ann paused uncertainly, skeptical of Shannon’s answer, but then went back to writing wrote down her phone number.
“OK, there you go,” Sue Ann said, handing the paper to Shannon. “Just....give me a call when Chris starts to feel better, OK?”
“Yup, as soon as he’s back to normal, we’ll call ya,” Shannon said hurriedly.
“OK, fine,” Sue Ann replied, now very weirded out at Shannon’s behavior. “Uh, s-sorry to bother you.”
“It’s OK. Bye.” Shannon said, maneuvering awkwardly out of the way of the closing door.
“Uh, bye,” Sue Ann raised her hand timidly as the door closed.
She stood on the porch for a moment with eyebrows raised, reflecting on the awkwardness of the conversation she’d just had, then slowly turned and headed back down the walk to her car, remotely unlocking the driver-side door. She tossed her purse in the passenger seat then placed her keys in the ignition...
Sue Ann paused suddenly, getting an unnerving feeling. Her eyes glanced back to the front door of Chris’s house. Something didn’t feel right, but she couldn’t figure it what.
She shook her head and sighed, turning on the ignition, then slowly pulled her car down the street and out of sight.

Shannon stared through the peephole, biting her lip anxiously as she waited for Sue Ann to drive away. Once the car was gone, she turned and leaned on the door, heaving a sigh of relief.
She grinned smugly, looking down at her scrunched foot.
“Nice try, little boy,” she said to herself.
Shannon shifted her weight, leaning on the front door as she flipped and lifted her right foot, plopping it into her left hand. Carefully, she relaxed her toes...
There was Chris: a fraction of the height he once was, trapped between her second and third toes, struggling for freedom. Shannon smirked with sadistic glee as she watched the tiny boy desperately wiggling to get free. It was no surprise, she figured he’d be squirming and writhing for freedom, but even though she was literally staring right at him, Chris was so small now she could hardly feel it. In fact, had Shannon not been fully aware that he was currently between her toes, she wouldn’t have felt him or noticed at all.
Minutes before, when Sue Ann was searching her purse for a pen and paper, Shannon happened to glance down at the floor. At first, she thought there was a dust speck blowing across the floor, but quickly realized the teeny tiny little speck was Chris running between her legs, making a mad dash to the front door.
Shannon couldn’t hold back the gasp when she spotted him, quickly yet gently placing her right foot on top of him with a tiny pat before Sue Ann noticed. During the end of their conversation, she scrunched her toes gently, trapping little boy in between them; however, she had to make some awkward movements to close the front door without taking any steps.
“Well, well, well,” Shannon taunted him smugly as he squirmed between her toes, “Look what we have here: a brazen little boy. *Sigh*, Looks like you shrunk down again, huh? No wonder Noreen and I couldn’t find you. I knew you’d try something like this, you naughty boy, and I was more than ready for it.
“So, trying to escape, huh? Shame on you. First with Noreen, and just now with that Sue Ann girl? Get it through your little head, Chris, you’re mine!”
Chris tried to squeak something in protest, but Shannon wasn’t going to listen, not that she could really understand him anyway.
“You might as well save your breath, kiddo,” Shannon said with disdain, “I can barely hear you, let alone understand you; and don’t you go blaming me for how small you are. I only wanted you to shrink down to a couple of inches; YOU’RE the one who knocked the potion out of my hand and spilled it all over yourself. Now look at you: you’re smaller than you were before. Probably less than a 1/4 of an inch tall, maybe closer to an 1/8. It’s YOUR fault you’re this small, not mine, and you’re gonna have to live with that until it wears off again.”
Chris tried squeaking something again, desperately pushing against Shannon’s toes to free himself.
“Squirm all you want, Chris, I’m not taking you out of there. It’s your own fault you’re in this mess, and trying to leave? How dare you?! I thought we were making great progress, Chris. I thought we were coming to mutual understanding. I thought you were actually starting to finally develop feelings for me, but it was all a ploy: you were never falling for me, you were just scared I’d squish you. Well, the joke’s on you: you’re MY little boy toy, and I’m not giving up on us.”
Shannon motioned to the door with her head, scoffing at the beautiful woman who just left.
“Humph, I don’t know what you see in her, Chris. I’ll admit, she’s....sort of attractive, but does she have a pair of these?” Sharon snarled, wiggling her breasts at him, “Or a nice, juicy ass?”
Shannon slapped her hip with her free hand, proud at how well endowed she was compared to Sue Ann.
“And what about my feet? You said you liked them; that you loved it when I squeezed them playfully for you,” Shannon gave her toes a tiny scrunch, watching Chris squeak in agony, “but you were just lying, weren’t you?”
Chris tried to explain himself, that Shannon was mistaken about her feet, but she wasn’t having any of it.
“I’m way more of woman than her, but you just refuse to see it. Well, you’re really gonna pay for it now. You’ll learn to love me: one way, or another!”
Shannon lowered her foot back to the floor, Chris squeaking in utter fear and protest until her toes made contact with the hardwood surface. Then, she started walking, taking extreme care not to put too much pressure on the toes of her right foot: she wanted Chris to suffer, but she didn’t actually want to squish him. Each step she took was soft and deliberate, her sticky feet making slurping sounds as they lifted off the wood floor.
Unfortunately for Chris, despite Shannon’s efforts, each step was absolute torture. Her feet were so sticky he stayed well-plastered, and upside down, to the skin between her toes, and they were also so sweaty and smelly from all the running around she’d done earlier that the odor forcibly invaded Chris’s nostrils, making him gag; all that, coupled with the violent up-and-down movement of his environment, made him barf. Thankfully, it fell on the floor below, and it was such a microscopic amount Shannon would never even notice. And, even though she was trying to be somewhat careful, Shannon squeezed her toes with each step, continuously threatening to squish Chris like a little bug.
Shannon headed into the kitchen and pulled out a chair from the table. She adjusted her bathrobe, then plopped her ass in the seat, crossing her right leg over her left thigh, swinging it back and forth at the knee, and occasionally tapping her foot in the air, no doubt torturing the tiny boy between her toes.
Eventually, through combination of playing on her phone, swinging her leg, and tapping her foot, Shannon’s anger dissipated and she finally calmed down a bit, choosing to focus and reflect on the good times and fun she’d had over the past few days. She simply couldn't get over it: not only had she been alone with her young dream boy, but she felt a new sense of power and dominance over him. Having him so tiny this week had given her the chance to bond with him, get him to feel attracted to her, and find her sexy and irresistible. Regardless of how mad he seemed to get, Shannon she knew that she could bring those feelings inside him to the surface, despite his objections. Little Chris was going to be hers forever, no matter what.
While the tiny boy struggled and squirmed for freedom between her toes, Shannon harkened back to the fun she had with her shrunken ex-boyfriend, Steve: how she had rolled him around under her feet, squeezing him between her toes to feel his struggles. She giggled, thinking about the pleasure she felt when she’d sit on him, wiggling her ass, farting, feeling his tiny body squirming, struggling to get free (no doubt for fresh air).
Shannon vividly remembered putting the tiny man down the front of her panties, feeling him rubbing against her vaginal lips, and the ecstasy she felt when she shoved his tiny body inside her as he squirmed and struggled for freedom from her enormous pussy, causing her to build to orgasm. It all made her so wet, she was practically squirming in her seat.
She just wished that on fateful day she hadn't been so careless, and that HE hadn't been so brazen.

That fateful Sunday morning started off well: Shannon woke up in her bedroom of her apartment. Her thin, silk nighty slid over her smooth skin as she stretched. It only took her a moment to become lucid enough to remember the past few days.
Three nights before, her boyfriend, Steve, had come over, no doubt hoping to get lucky after work on Thursday with a 3-day weekend to look forward to. He was actually thinking that Shannon was becoming too much of a hassle for what she was worth: not giving in to his advances when it suited him. As far as he was concerned, she was nothing more than a booty call: someone he could guilt trip into needing him.
Steve wasn't abusive physically, but he played mind games, making Shannon think she needed him. He’d constantly hint that she was getting robust and needed to lose weight, saying how Shannon's ass would ‘make a black man proud’.
Little did he know what Shannon was planning: a sweet revenge.
That evening, she’d brought him a beer laced with a shrinking potion she'd gotten from a guy friend at a chemical research lab. Steve took a few big sips, thinking nothing more of it, eyeing Shannon's breasts, hoping to rip off her shirt and watch her tits jiggle.
Suddenly, he began to feel strange; the room started to grow. The next thing he knew he was tiny — barely an inch tall. He could hardly wrap his mind around what had happened, when the booming laughter of a giant woman made him recoil in fear.
Shannon stood barefoot over the tiny man on the carpet in front of her, laughing at his predicament.
"Well, well, well," she taunted, "What do we have here? A tiny little Steve? How ironic. Now who's the short one?!"
Shannon could hear only tiny squeaks of protest from the tiny man at her feet; she wasted no time in having her fun. She immediately wrapped her plump toes around his tiny body, squeezing him in between, laughing at his discomfort, taunting him, and talking down to him.
"Now then little man, this weekend in going to go a little different than I'm sure you were expecting. We're gonna have a little fun....and by we, I mean me!"
The rest of that evening, Shannon played with her catch: sitting on him for making snide remarks about her fat ass; farting on him constantly; rolling him under her feet and between her toes, feeling him squirm for freedom; and that night, she forced him to sleep in her panties all night long, most definitely NOT where he would have preferred.
The next day was more of he same: Shannon barely gave him a moment's reprieve. She experimented trapping him in (or under) places all over her well-endowed body. She even tied him to her bath-and-body sponge when she showered, lathering it up and slathering soap all over....in every crevice.
Shannon felt like she was a queen....nay, a goddess. Steve had treated her like shit; like she was nothing; now, she was returning the sentiment.
On Saturday morning, however, the shrinking effect was starting to wear off. Shannon awoke a little after 9 to something wiggling inside her panties. She reached into her panties to investigate, quickly realizing that her shrunken boyfriend had grown to about 3 inches in height. Steve’s increased size had reduced the room he had to move around in Shannon's panties to the point where he was struggling to breathe against her giant ass.
Shannon, realizing the potion was starting to wear off -- but not completely, as he still hadn't grown back to his normal height -- decided to have a little more fun. Shannon was gonna take every advantage while he was still small enough to be dominated, and boy did she!
At around three inches tall, he made a ticklish little butt plug, and at 6 inches, his size made him the perfect dildo: Shannon thoroughly enjoyed thrusting his tiny body in and of her pussy, his screams and struggles only serving to heighten her ecstasy.
Though he was still small enough to be overpowered, even at a 2 feet high, Shannon knew that eventually it would be almost impossible to keep him quiet; furthermore, once he reached a few feet tall, she would no longer be able to keep him captive.
Thinking quickly, she wrestled Steve to the ground, grabbed another dose of the potion, and, while sitting on top of his limbs, forced him to drink. The effect was once again almost immediate: Steve began to shrink away once again, cursing her as he did. Soon, he disappeared underneath her crotch, covered in wet cum from Shannon’s excitement. She was gonna make sure he never took advantage of her again!
Alas, despite all the fun she’d had, Shannon knew she couldn't keep Steve small forever. The effects were only temporary, and he’d grow back up in a couple days again. And, with all the torture she’d put him through, Steve might blab about it to someone. Shannon would need to keep him quiet after it was all over.
Tragically, that problem would be solved for her.
Shannon slowly got out of bed the next morning; her silk nighty slid down her body, hanging just low enough to cover her panties. She was still slightly drowsy and had to pee so badly that she didn't even look over to the plastic aquarium sitting on her bookshelf where she was keeping her tiny boyfriend; if she had, she would’ve realized he’d escaped early that morning, using the loose books to descend down to the floor.
He was currently halfway down the hallway toward the bathroom, sticking near the wall in case he needed to duck out of sight. As he neared the end of the hall, where was the second bedroom just catty corner from the bathroom, he could hear Shannon stirring. He quickly hugged the wall at the edge of the carpet and lay flat on his stomach to avoid detection.
Shannon, still somewhat drowsy, strolled down the hallway to the bathroom, completely oblivious to the tiny man crouching for cover. Once she entered the bathroom, she immediately pulled down her panties and sat on the toilet.
Meanwhile, Shannon's tiny boyfriend held his breath as her giant feet boomed by. He breathed a sigh of relief when he realized that she hadn't noticed him, but he silently cursed her when he saw that she’d left the bathroom door open. He had planned on using the cover to make a break for the front of the apartment; now, he’d have to make other plans.
Steve hugged the wall and slowly worked his way to hide in the second bedroom, as he was afraid that dashing for the front door would get him captured.
Just before the second bedroom sat an air-conditioning vent in the wall. As he passed the vent, he saw Shannon getting off the toilet. He paused, waiting for just the right moment: once Shannon flushed he toilet, she turned towards the sink with her back to him.
Now was his chance.
Suddenly, as Shannon turned on the sink, the air-conditioner clicked on with a huge rush of cool air. Poor Steve was so light he went flying out from the wall directly into the center of the hallway carpet.
Meanwhile, Shannon finished washing and drying her hands, turning off the light as she headed back to her room. She never even noticed her tiny boyfriend was laying prone in the middle of the hallway carpet. As the tiny man regained consciousness, shaking his head to regain his composure, Shannon’s giant figure was nearly right on top of him. He could only scream in terror as Shannon's giant foot appeared overhead and came crashing down upon him.
*Crunch*!
Shannon stopped dead in her tracks when she realized she had stepped on something; she quickly moved her foot. There, on the carpet beneath her, was a tiny red stain....and the crushed remains of her shrunken boyfriend.
“SHIT!” she cried. “Damn it, Steve! You stupid bastard! What the hell were you thinking?!” She headed back to the bathroom and wiped Steve’s leftover remains off her foot with some toilet paper, taking a moment to compose herself. Actually, things weren’t so bad: the problem of keeping the shrinking thing a secret was now completely taken care of; Steve wasn’t going to say anything ever again. It was actually OK with her, he was a jerk anyway. The only resentment she had was that she wasn't done having fun with him yet.
“Had I known I was going to squish you, I would've savored the moment,” she boasted, dropping the toilet paper with his remains into the bowl. “Oh well. Bye bye, Stevie!”
With that, Shannon flushed the toilet, watching what remained of her tiny boyfriend disappear down the hole. At that moment, she swore that if she ever got the chance to shrink someone ever again, she’d be more careful. So, when Chris's parents asked Shannon to watch him at the last minute for a whole week, she jumped at the chance! She was going to have so much fun, and the best part was: no one would believe Chris even if he told. They’d just chalk it up to his wild imagination!
Shannon also knew, however, to savor those tiny moments with Chris. She may not get many more chances to babysit him after her turned 14. Soon, he’d be too old for a babysitter, and there’d go her chance to have him all to herself. Luckily, the shrinking potion wouldn’t wear off until Friday now—plenty of time to have her fun. She wouldn't make the same mistake with Chris that she made with her ex-boyfriend, though, and this time, she knew a little better what his limits were.
Everything’s going to be perfect, Shannon thought smugly: Chris would be all hers for the next three days, there’d be no evidence that he was ever tiny, and no one would ever suspect a thing, except maybe Noreen, or his nosy friend Rachel. Shannon would have to tread very carefully not to arouse any more suspicion. In the meantime, however, she chose to focus on all the ways she could abuse Chris the rest of the week, while still keeping him aroused occasionally.
“Ooh, this is going to be so much fun!” Shannon said to herself excitedly as she glanced pridefully at her foot, gently wiggling her toes, and gleefully thinking about what the tiny boy between them was going to endure over the next few days.