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.