Mike screamed as his three colossal sisters all walked into the kitchen at once, and he could do nothing as their massive feet landed all around his puny body. He could only see the forest of legs reach high into the air above him, and masses of toes and feet surrounding him. He could only feel the massive quakes brought about by such massive masses slamming into the ground at once, causing him to tremble, whether from fear or the quakes themselves, he didn't know. 

And then he and the lint were sent skidding across the ground after being struck by someone. He bounced and rolled along the floor, hitting it with his head on a few occasions, and finally settled down beneath the table at the base of a chair. Within a second the chair was being pulled back, and a pair of legs appeared before him, before plopping onto the ground next to him, and Mike now found himself surrounded and unable to do anything.

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Leslie had left her room once she heard her mom say dinner was ready. She got to the kitchen at the same time as her sisters and together they all walked in and took their seat. One getting food on her plate, Leslie wasted no time digging in. Of course the standard bickering and chat occurred during dinner as well. How was school? How was work? Leslie answered the questions with mild enthusiasm, concerned more about her food than anything else; after all, she was pretty hungry. 

At some point during dinner her foot found some round object and started playing with it. She was pressing on it with her toe and rolling it around. It was really inconsequential. In fact, she hardly even noticed she was doing it, being more idle movement than active action. It would never even cross her mind that the object she was playing with was in fact her brother, stuck in a lint ball she herself had trapped him in earlier today. I mean, her brother was at his friends house now, probably eating food better than this. She knew Drake's mom made really good food, and by now, she was so lost in thought of food, she barely noticed when some of hers dropped off her fork.

Barely noticed, but still did, as she looked down in sadness at the food sitting between her legs on her chair. Glancing up real quickly to ensure no one saw what had occurred, she swiftly brushed the food from her chair and onto the floor. It landed with a little plop, and Leslie went back to eating as if nothing had even happened. Everyone finished their meal, and Jen helped her mother clean up the area and dishes, and once finished, everyone went their separates ways for the night, no one noticing the food that was still in a mess on the ground. 

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Mike lay on the floor between the massive mounds of flesh that was his sister's feet. Through the mild stench of them, he could smell the more powerful aroma of the food on the table much higher above. He couldn't help but think that had his plans not been canceled, he'd be eating dinner at Drake's house, and his mom made some really good food. Hell, had he not shrunken for some reason, he'd be eating dinner period. But now, he had to just starve on the floor right beneath his family while they went about their night none the wiser. It was pitiful. 

Mike was afraid every time the feet moved, fearful that they would once again come down upon him. He wasn't even sure who they belonged to, as the table above blocked out any view other than legs. Did it really matter to him though? Feet were feet and he was just tired of them already. But it didn't matter how he felt about them, how tired he was of them, he didn't get to make those decisions anymore. And as such it was beyond his control as the titanic foot of his sister rose, and Mike was soon shadowed by the massive toe.

The big toe of his sister loomed above him and slowly but quickly began it's decent towards him. He could make out the small little pieces of dirt that had stuck to them, and he couldn't help but remember when that had been him. Hell, it was him now as her toe planted itself on him and squished him and the ball into it. The aroma of food had vanished and his nostrils instead filled with the scent of dirty feet, overwhelming his senses. But he was unable to escape the smell, as it was right on him. 

Then the weight and the pressure increased and Mike felt himself pressed deeper and harder into the fleshy toe. The smell increased and Mike could feel minute droplets coat him that were probably not even noticeable to a normal person. And then the pressure released, but the toe didn't lift, and he was still in darkness. Then the pressure came back, and Mike was again forced face first into his sister's toe, and then it released. Then it came back, and then it released. Mike wanted to scream out, but he kept getting a face full of toe. Not that anyone would have heard him anyway. And finally the on and off pressure stopped, but Mike was still in darkness. 

And then he started to roll. The spherical shape of the lint ball, which had retained it's shape despite the force due to it's nature as a material, allows him and it to easily glide across the ground under the influence of the mighty toe. Mike's face rolled away from the toe and now found itself being pushed up against the tile floor of the kitchen, before being rolled back again and now face to face with her toe. And again he was rolled, this way, and that way; sideways, and upways; forways, and backways; all kinds of ways. And soon he ended up with his face planted against the cold floor, and the pressure came back, and his face was pushed into the floor.

And there is stayed for some time. Mike was mostly immobilized before, but now the mammoth toe of his sister restricted all of his movement, even his head, as he was forced to smell and taste the kitchen floor and all it's dirty inhabitants. And it sat there, not moving. Mike quietly sobbed to himself against the floor. Still, the toe was still. And finally, the lint rolled once more, and the toe was released, and Mike was once again free to breath in the fresh air as the foot planted itself elsewhere, leaving the little lint ball by itself. 

Mike stared up at the underside of the table, at his sister he still couldn't identify eating her dinner and enjoying herself. He wasn't enjoying himself. He was tired of eating feet, and dirt, and other crap. Well, things were looking up for Mike, as he saw a large mound fall from the sky. It seemed to have appeared from the chair, but what was it? With a loud plop it landed directly on top of Mike and the lint ball, splattering all over him, some of it even landing in his mouth.

Only, it tasted good. And it smelled good. It was...food. His mother's cooking, he would recognized it anywhere, even at this small of a size. Starving and ready to eat, Mike stuffed his mouth with whatever he could with his limited mobility, even going so far as to lick all around his mouth getting every little bit he could. He and the lint ball and even the floor around him were still covered with the stuff, but he had gotten his fill and was now much more content. Not even the screeching of chairs and the clattering of dishes caught Mike's attention, and it wasn't until later he realized everyone had left. All his sisters had returned to wherever they came from, and even his mother had left. And he was now alone.

He was alone, and on the kitchen floor, and covered in food, and no one was even realizing he was gone. As it grew darker outside, the inside grew darker as well, and Mike was soon plunged into the abyss that was nighttime. He had no light, he had no way of knowing what time it was, he had no way of even doing anything. However, it seemed he was safe for the night, it was doubtful his sisters or mom would come back, and if they did, he was under the table. Content with his situation at the time being, Mike did what he could, and tried to get some rest. Who knew, maybe when he woke up he'd be big again? Big and under the table covered in food, that would be a fun story to tell, haha...ha. Mike drifted off to sleep as best as he could.

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Jen awoke rather early the next day. She usually was an earlier riser, so it wasn't that much of a shock. Today was her day off though, so maybe waking up early wasn't good? Whatever, there was no use now, she was already up, might as well get breakfast. She walked over to the kitchen and got things ready to get a bowl of cereal, when something on the floor under the table caught her eye. She got up closer to it and saw it was some discarded piece of food, looked like it was from last night. 

She noticed it was below where Leslie was sitting. Of course it was, that girl doesn't care if she makes a mess. She had half a mind to just force her to clean it up, but as she looked closer she saw an ant or two climbing over the food, probably ready to go tell the rest of them about it. Not wanting to get a whole crew of ants in the house, she figured she would just clean it up herself, yell at Leslie later. 

Her mother had asked Jen to help clean the house anyway, since she wasn't work this weekend, so Jen had already planned to clean the kitchen later today as it was, as it was pretty dirty. So she went over and grabbed a napkin from the drawer, and returned to the mess of food on the ground, and picked it all up in the napkin before crumpling it up, and tossing it in the kitchen trash. She then went about making her cereal and starting her day.