Sara was enjoying relaxing on her vacation in Chicago. She had never been to the big city since she
grew up in a small town in Arizona, miles from Phoenix or Tuscan. This was new to her. But she enjoyed the experience.
She needed some Chicago souvenirs before she left but had
not been able to find anything. Of
course she had family members that wanted things so there was all of that but
she settled on getting herself what she wanted.
“A few shirts shall do.” She stated.
Sara headed back to her hotel for the night so that she
could catch some shut eye before her late night flight back to Phoenix in the
very early morning.
BBBBEEEEPPPP!
BBBBBBEEEEPPPP! BBBEEEEPPPP!
Sara’s alarm clock blared.
Was it really 1 am already?
Indeed it was and Sara rolled out of bed. Luckily she set out her clothes the previous
night and so she proceeded to put on her dark wash Levi Jeans and her newly
acquired “Chicago” short sleeved shirt.
Pink with royal blue lettering.
She put on some white puma socks and slipped into her black Nike shoes,
the swoosh white but faded to a slightly off white in recent years.
Check in seemed to go smoothly as planned. Her American Airlines flight was delayed
slightly, so Sara texted her mom about it.
Her mom was not worried. She
texted back saying that she would be there to pick her up.
Sara boarded her flight without an issue and turned her
phone to plane mode. She did this every
time she flew. Not once did she change
her habits. If she did though, she
would have, her mom sent a text.
It read: Honey, be careful getting into PHX. Something happened to some nuclear
plant. I will try to pick you up but
its bad. A lot of people are freaking
out.”
Nothing out of the ordinary happened during taxi to the
runway. Sara put in her earbuds to
listen to her favorite Hilary Duff Song, “Beat of My Heart”.
Sara was awoken by the flight attendant shortly before
landing. She
looked to make sure that everything she had was cleaned up and in her bag
though her groggy eyes. Sara wiped the
sleep from her eyes.
“Please fasten your seatbelts, our decent into Phoenix will
be a little bit choppy. Also, please be
careful exiting the airport, we have gotten reports of something with a nuclear
reactor not functioning right. There
will be workers all over the airport to help you out if you have
questions. Thanks and we hope you fly
American Airlines again soon!” the captains voice buzzed over the intercom on
the plane. Sara did not much pay
attention to it. She knew it was just
the same gibberish.
The landing was not bad.
The tires touched down lightly.
There were security vehicles all over the tarmac from Sara’s point of
view. Of course to her this did not
mean much yet. Sara felt the plane
glide to a stop and everybody seemed to click their seatbelts off at the same
time. She turned her phone off of
airplane mode and her moms text came through.
She skimmed it and then sent a text that she had landed. It did not click in her mind that something
could go terribly wrong with her mom picking her up.
Sara exited the plane, she was about 2/3rds of the way
back. The jetway felt cool. But she passed this off as the A/C being
strong in the building because of the Arizona heat. She noticed the craziness in the airport and
people were at the ticket counter yelling at the agents who were frantically
trying to re-book thousands of passengers.
As Sara walked towards the baggage claim area she began to
feel weird. Her skin felt cool, her
stomach was doing turns. Sara made it
to the wall of the corridor to steady herself.
She felt herself get woozy again.
And again she stabled herself.
Then she toppled over with everything and the world began to fade. Nobody seemed to help her from what she
could see as her vision went black.
Sara woke up. The
world was shaking around her. Her
stomach had stopped hurting. No pain
what so ever. She opened her eyes. The ceiling looked the same that is until
someone started reading the sign on the wall.
Sara got up quickly and realized that she was small, very
small. The lady reading the sign looked
to be older. Maybe in her 60’s. Sara stared in shock still of how tall she
was. Her eyes traced down to her waist
and then down her black panty-hosed legs to her clad feet, which looked like
twin barge ships. Her feet encased in
some black patent leather high heels which added to her already tall height in Sara’s
eyes.
And like that the right heel took an enormous step back
while the left pivoted, and then the lady was gone. Fortunately, Sara eyed a few people down the
way that were heading in the direction of the baggage claim area.
The first person to walk by was what looked like a store
employee of one of the behind security stores.
Her kaki pants hugger her legs and her shirt that said the Hudson News
hugged her top side. She was wearing a
pair of puma cat shoes white in color with red accents.
Sara mad a dash for her.
As her foot landed near Sara, her shoe lace landed on the floor, it had
some frayed edges but Sara did not care.
The women’s left foot began to lift off of the ground. Sara knew she maybe had a mili-second to
reach the shoelace. She dove. Sara caught the shoelace as it was being
tugged on by the shoe. That second went
by fast as she went swinging though the air.
The sights and sounds were a whiz for Sara. Then it all stopped as the women took her
step for a hot second and it started spinning again. Sara hung on for quite some time before her
arms started to hurt. On one of the
quick seconds that the world was still she realized that the baggage claim was
around her. Sara let go of the
shoelace. But she did not go flying
off. Some of the frays at the end of
the lace held to her left arm as she tried to let go slightly early. The lace also did not flop on the ground
like the pattern Sara had predicted it to either. It flopped onto the top of the shoe. Sara felt the lace release her arm and then
she looked at her predicament.
She was belly down on the laces of the women’s shoe. The smell of old cheese and vinegar invaded
her nostrils. Sara mad the face of
disgust as she stood up and ran towards the edge of the shoe. Her progress was halted as the women pitched
her toe upward causing sara to tumble backwards towards her angle and then
towards the middle of the laces again.
Sara got up again as she let her toe down and ran for the edge of the
shoe. This time she was successful of
hopping off the outside of the shoe.
The women stood there for another minute as her coffee was being
made. Then she left.
Sara looked around at her new surroundings. She was on the very edge of the baggage
claim area, almost by where people from outside the airport could pick people
up. She looked and then spotted her mom
waiting in a chair that was close by to where she was. Her scrubs were unmistakable. Sara took off running.
“Mom!!!!!” She yelled but then realized that she was too far
away still.
Before Sara could stop, a giant boot slapped the ground in
front of her. Sara smacked right into
the side of the boot and bounced off.
The owner of the boot kept walking like nothing ever happened, because
to them Sara did not exist. They did not
feel Sara bounce off the side of their shoe.
Sara got up and ran back to the safety of the wall by the
coffee shop. She took out her phone and
called her mom.
“Hey honey, how are you?
Where are you at?” she asked in a cheerful voice.
“Mom, I shrunk! You
have to help me! I am over by the
coffee shop.” Sara frantically
said.
“Oh no!! You were
affected by the Nuclear Reactor Meltdown weren’t you??” she said hurriedly.
“Yes Mom, so can you come pick me up?” Sara asked in a
pleading tone.
“Sure, where are you at?” her mom asked.
“Over here by the coffee place.” Sara said again.
Sara watched as her mom got up from the chair. Her baby blue scrubs pants hugged her legs
and the scrubs shirt highlighted her cleavage area very nicely in proportion to
her butt. However, Sara was nervous
about one thing. Her mom sometimes was
clumsy and sometimes forgetful, even though she was a good nurse, it took
multiple notes for her to remember everything.
It did not happen often but it did happen.
Sara watched as her mother got closer. Her size 9.5 shoes looked even larger than
the ones that she rode earlier. The
white leather of her Reebok princess shoes shined in a little bit of sunlight
as her mother got closer.
Her mothers massive shoes stopped on either side of
her.
“Look down mom.” Sara said.
Her mothers face looked down and she squinted to see
Sara. Sara jumped up and down, waving
her arms. Her mothers face turned to a
look of confusion.
“Honey, I don’t see anything. Are you sure your at this coffee shot and
not another one?” Her mother asked in confusion.
“Yes, I am. You are
wearing your work scrubs and your shoes are massive.” Sara said in
response.
“What color are my shoes?” her mother asked inquisitively.
“White” Sara responded with frustration.
“Am I wiggling my toes honey?” Her mother asked again.
“Yes.” Sara said watching the smooth leather move with her
mothers foot.
Her mother bent down and her giant hand appeared before
her. Sara hung up and stepped onto her
hand.
“Wow your small.” Her mother stated.
“I am going to take you to work. I can ask around to see if anyone knows what
to do. But I don’t have anywhere to
store you.” Her mother said with disappointment.
Sara looked over at her purse. Unfortunately, she saw it overstuffed with a
water bottle and her mothers endless feminine products.
“Did you get a pedicure recently mom?” Sara asked.
“Yes, why?” her mother asked.
“I could always ride in your shoe. I’m small and I would not
take up much room.” Sara said.
“Ok honey, are you sure?
I mean what if I start to sweat?
My pedicure was not much other than a once over of lotion. Plus I have been wearing my shoes over an
hour.” Her mother said.
“Mom, I don’t care.
You need to get to work right now right?
So why don’t you put me in your shoe and just get to work. I can deal with it.” Sara said again.
“Ok,” her mother said.
Sara looked down at the floor as her mother moved her foot
out of her right shoe. Her baby blue
socks matched her scrubs perfectly. Her
mothers hand lowered to the opening of her shoe. Sara could feel the heat coming out of
it. She gently slid off of her mothers
hand and onto the insole of the shoe of her mother.
The insole was squishy, and the heat felt hot. Her mother looked down, not knowing what to
do.
“You ready?” her mother asked.
“Yea hold on let me get to the toe of the shoe.” Sara
said.
She trekked for what seemed like a minute but was closer to
30 seconds.
“I’m ready, remember take me out once you get to work.” Sara
said in a reminding voice.
She wrinkled her nose as she said this. Sara could smell the faint lilac smell from
her mothers pedicure.
Sara felt the shoe start to move. Darkness surrounded her as she stumbled
backwards against the wall of the shoe.
She just started laying down in a spread out position when she felt her
mothers socked foot move over her. She
could not move. Sara felt her mother
struggling to get her shoe on and she heard the muffled laces being
untied. Everything was loose for a
second and then she was tightly pulled against her mothers foot as her heel
slipped inside the shoe. Sara heard the
laces rubbing together as they were tied.
Sara then felt herself being forcefully being pined to the
insole of the shoe and then the weightlessness of walking and then being forced
into her mothers foot. And then her
foot landed on the floor. It was a soft
landing for Sara as her mother had only bought these shoes recently. Sara felt her body start to fell like bones
would crack, but she didn’t feel hurt. The
process repeated. She felt pushed back
into the insole. Then Sara felt weightlessness, and then she felt herself
pinned to her moms foot. A second
later, her moms foot would crash down onto her on the soft insole. At least they were soft for now. It only took a few steps for her mother to
take before her shoes felt like a 120 degree day in Phoenix. Her moms pedicure smell did not seem to be
existent in her shoe any more. Instead
her mother’s foot began to sweat. Her
sock started to become moist and Sara’s clothes began to feel wet as if she
were wearing them in a sauna and she quickly regrated wearing them.
Sara’s mother walked out of the air port and to the parking
garage close to the airport. She got
into her car and started driving to work.
She pumped the A/C all the way up, so she could help her daughter
survive in her shoe as long as possible before she got to work. The unfortunate thing was traffic.
Sara had nothing to do but just lay there with her mothers
foot constantly mashing her into the insole.
Sara felt lots a pressure and then movement to a much more gentle push
and then a split second later she would feel her mothers heavy foot stomp down
on her. Sara could only guess that her
mother was in traffic. Sara also heard
broken parts of the radio as being in her mothers shoe muffled a substantial
amount of noise.
“T…..ll …………………
A……r……………..now………..H…..y ….goo…………” Was all she heard. This droned on for what seemed like another
half an hour to an hour. Sara however
did in fact begin to feel slightly cooler though. However she did not know this was her moms
doing as she had blasted the A/C on her feet.
Her mom however felt no difference in the temperature at her feet.
“Finally! At work.”
Saras mother said.
She cut the engine of the car and walked inside for her
shift.
“Hey Maria I need you to do 12’s today is that ok?” her boss
Misty said.
“Sure, hey I have a question. What do we do about people who got shrunk in
the nuclear meltdown? “ Maria asked her boss Misty.
“Good question. We
can’t really do anything except make them comfortable if they do come into the
ER. There is no cure yet. We will have to see what happens. Until then we have been instructed to just
make them feel comfortable to help them live their lives until they come up
with a cure. Why?”
“Well my daughter shrunk.
I have her. Hold on.” Maria said
as she took off her shoe.
“Oh My!!!” Misty said.
Sara was relived that she felt fresh air, but now she was
laying on her mothers hand in front of her mother and another person.
“Who are you?” Sara asked inquisitively.
“Misty, your moms boss.
Can I get you anything?
Water? There is no cure to what
you have right now. I am truly
sorry. I know your mom is working but
I’ll let you stay in the break room. How
does that sound?” Misty said, looking at both Sara and her mother.
“Yes that’s fine.” Sara yelled.
Her mother took her to the breakroom and set her on the
table in the middle of the room.
“I have to get to work, I will pick you up after my shift
ends.” Sara’s mother said.
“Ok, Ill stay here.” Sara stated as her mother had already
turned around and was halfway out the door.
Sara wandered around the table for a few minutes, there were
some nick nacks around but not many. She
saw a bag of someone’s stuff in the corner of the room. There was a shoe rack on the side of the
room and that’s what interested her.
She had not been a huge fan of feet before but ever since
she had the experience in a shoe, her mothers no less, she wanted more.
The door opened and in came a nurse on her break. The heavyset brunette haired nurse came down
and sat at the far end of the table.
The chair squeaked as it struggled at first to hold her. She looked at her phone.
Sara ventured over to her and then had the courage to say
hi.
The nurse jumped almost out of the chair.
“Oh my god, you scared me.
Why are you not in the ER?” The nurse asked.
“I was affected by the meldown.” Sara shouted.
“Hold on. I cant hear
you that well. Do you have your phone
on you?” the nurse asked?
Sara nodded.
“Call me, here is my number.” As she flipped her phone
around and showed Sara.
Sara dialed her number and her phone buzzed.
“Hey.” The nurse said.
“Yes, I was shrunk in the nuclear reactor meltdown. I got here because my mom picked me up from
the airport. She did not have time to take me home after she picked me up. So now I am here spending the day with her
at work.” Sara spoke into her phone.
“Whos your mom? I’m
Karen.” The nurse asked.
“Maria.” Sara said.
“Your mom is amazing.
I like her a lot. Im just on break.
I have been here for 10 hours already.
My feet hurt. Do you mind if I
put them up on the table for a few minutes?” She asked Sara?
“ Sure.” Sara said.
Karan bent down and untied her shoes and soon Sara saw
Karen’s enormous lime green sock covered feet crossed in front of her.
Sara felt an urge to go and touch them.
“Karen? I have a
question.” Sara said.
“Yes?” She asked
“Can I touch your feet?
I have never told anybody but I do have a little bit of a foot fetish.”
Karen looked at her with a questioningly look on her face,
but then said “sure>”
Sara approached her left foot and put her hand on her foot
and it felt tough though the sock. She
started rubbing Karen’s foot smelled
amazing to Sara, however Karen sitting in the chair thought her feet smelled so
back from being in shoes all shift so far.
Karen lowered the toes of her foot so that Sara could rub
near the toes. She loved the rubbing.
The feeling was interrupted by Karen’s phone vibrating signaling the end of her
brake. She slowly lifted her toes and
saw Sara let go. I have to get back to
work. I only have 2 more hours
left.
Sara watched as Karen put her feet down and begin to bend
down to tie her shoes.
“Wait!” Sara yelled into her phone. Karen froze mid crouch.
“Can I be in your shoe for the rest of your shift?” Sara
asked.
“Umm, sure, I’m sure it smells bad though, I mean my feet
don’t smell good. I have had these shoes
for 4 years now.” Karen said in an unconvinced tone.
“Please? Can you also
let my mom know too as well?” Sara asked again.
“Alright, but you can’ say I did not warn you.” Karen said
as she was on the fence about the idea.
Sara watched as Karen bent down and lifted her right shoe
up. It was white but the sole looked
like it was pretty smooth. And there
were creases all over the shoe from where her foot bent over the years.
Karen lowered it again so that opening was even with the
table. Sara walked up the edge of the
table and stared down into the Nike Musique III shoes. She jumped in and landed hard on the
insole. That’s when Sara realized that
Karen was not kidding when she mentioned that her shoes were 4 years old. The insoles were rock hard. Sara looked at the dark tunnel of the
shoe. She could instantly smell the
sweat of Karen’s foot all around her.
She started to walk, that is until Karen tipped her shoe and Sara slid
down the insole and hit the end of the shoe.
All light was shut out. Sara
quickly flipped to her back and laid like she did for her mom.
Karen’s foot slid over her fast. Her heel popped into place and Sara already
felt compressed into Karen’s foot. She
heard the shoe laces being tied and she was again pulled tighter against the
giant foot if it were possible. She
felt Karen stand up and Sara instantly knew she was way heavier than her
mom. Karen took her first step. Sara thought she would get a gap between the
giant foot but there was none. There
was a slight feeling of weightlessness but it was gone In a second and then
whaaack. Karen’s foot slammed into the
floor and it felt like Sara had just been punched 100 times in the gut. The process started again. Again, no gap between her and the foot. Again Karen stepped heavily.
“Did I make a mistake?” Sara thought.
Karean walked out the breakroom and sat down at the nurses
station. She knew her other co-workers
had her patients covered as she sat down and started in on paperwork. What Karen did not do was add taking Sara
out of her shoe onto the end of her list on her phone as she left the break
room. It was a habit she had gotten into
ever since she got hired. Yes she was a
kind hearted person but since the list worked for her, she would always
remember what she would have to do when she got off work. Otherwise she tended to forget about
things. Right now, Sara was on the side
burner of her mind.
The ER was quiet though so Karen was able to get going on
paperwork. Sara’s mom was assigned to
Karen’s patients in the ER and constantly was asking questions about them. However, Maria’s distant voice did not
travel enough to reach Sara. The heater
was blowing right outside of Karen’s shoe, so her mothers voice was easily
drowned out.
There was no reprieve from being pressed against Karen’s
foot. Her shoe was tight, even thought
Karen was still, Sara still was pressed tightly between the insole and Karen’s foot
more than she liked. Karen would every
so often twitch her foot and this twitch would press her sock tightly against
Sara’s face harder than just tight.
It had already been 20 minutes and Karen’s shoe had risen in
temperature at least 10 fold. Her foot
began to sweat profusely causing Sara to swallow a few gulp Fuls of sweat. Karen was so inactive that Sara had almost
been lulled into a sleep when all of a sudden her sweaty prison moved. She was banged into the insole and she had
the air pressed out of her. Karen’s
sock acted as a vice grip holding Sara’s forehead in place right where it
was. Sara felt Karen’s heel lift up and
then she felt the swinging motion of Karen’s foot. The heel hit and then Sara was pounded to the
ground. Karen’s shoe did not offer a
lot of padding anymore against the tiled floor of the nurses station. Sara tried to move but Karen was standing on
her with all of her weight. She had to
wait to until Karen moved.
Karen had gotten up to make a copy of some files for the
file room. She stood their waiting for
the copy and was thinking about what needed to get done after she got off
work.
“Grocery Store, Kohls, Pick up my new glasses, Cook lunch
for tomorrow, Netflix a bit, I feel like I am missing something.” Karen thought as the copier finished
up.
She took the files to the file room to be filed and then
headed back to her chair, and continued with the paperwork.
The clock read 9am.
Karen stood up from the place she was working at and piled the remaining
paperwork in a nice pile.
“Ahh that’s what I was missing. I need new shoes!” she stated out loud.
Maria happened to be walking by at the time and looked down
at Karen’s shoes.
“Yes, they do look like they have seen a better day. By the way have you seen anything a stray in
the break room recently?” Maria said and asked Karen.
“Nope. I have not
seen anything out of place. Why?” Karen
asked.
“Oh nothing. I put
something important to me on the table, and now I can’t seem to find it. “
Maria said in a depressed voice.
“What is it? Ill help
you look for it.” Karen asked caringly.
“I’ll text you if I need extra help finding the special something
I left in the breakroom, until then, go home and get some rest.” Maria
said. With that she walked off, leaving
Karen to gather her things and clock off for the day.
The fact that Maria had used thing did not bring Karen any
closer to remembering that she had met Sara 2 hours earlier. The list on her phone was missing the fact
that she needed to take Sara out of her shoe when she got done with work. In fact, Sara had became the thought of
Maria’s daughter, and she was off at a college.
Sara had slipped Karen’s mind, and the physical fact that Karen’s feet
were tired, did not bode well as even if Sara did manage to move a lot, Karen
most likely would not have felt her.
Karen walked out the door into the hot sun as she headed
towards her car. She could feel her feet
sink deep into her shoe as she walked.
The feeling also allowed her to feel her wet sock. This did not satisfy her at all. She just knew she had been wearing shoes for
far too long.
Sara was having a hard time keeping her breathing timed with
Karen as she took her steps. Every time
Sara tried to break, a huge drop of sweat would be forced into her mouth, not
by choice. Then the opportunity would be
short. The shoe’s temperature was
almost unbearable. It was like working
in a factory without any ventilation during hot summer days. Sara though, did not much mind it. She enjoyed the parts where there was little
movement but Karen was walking a little bit fast for her right now.
Karen sat down in her hot car and started it immediately. The blowers started blowing hot air but Karen
soon knew they would be blowing cooler air once the car got warmed up. She never once thought to blow any air down
to her feet. Why would she? There is nothing in her shoe, right?
Sara felt the vibration of Karen’s car beneath her coming
though the shoe. Another waiting
period. But to Sara’s surprise she was
quite active on the pedal between the brake and the gas. Sara at least did not mind that since it was
not Karen’s full weight slamming down on top of her. Sara however did notice something, she
seemed unhurt by this. She felt like
she could run a marathon after this experience.
Sara was deep into thought when she felt the car turn off. She prepared herself for more steps. They came with a fury as she felt like Karen
was stepping down harder now. Sara
listened or at least tried to for any clues as to where Karen was at. She heard a muffled creeeeaaaakkk ssssslllllllaaaaaammmm! Rocketship feeling, then Freefall,
slam! This process repeated about 5
more times.
Sara felt all of Karen’s weight as it seemed like she was just
standing, which she was outside the shoe.
Karen stood at her counter going though the mail. She was still in her nursing scrubs and was
thinking about taking a shower before heading to do errands. She slowly slipped off her shoes and left to
go take a shower. Unfortunately, Sara
was left behind in the shoe as Karen’s socked foot pulled out.
Sara stood up to see if she could catch Karen’s eye before
she disappeared but she moved at a quicker pace than Sara could stand up and
run. Sara got to the mouth of the shoe
and took a few quick breaths of cool fresh air. Karen was already not in sight. Sara took out her phone and dialed Karen’s
phone.
“Hello??” Karen picked up wondering who it could be.
“Karen, its Sara, you have had me in your shoe for the past
3 hours. Can you come take me to work
again?” Sara explained.
“Ohhhh Shit!!! That’s what I was forgetting. Alright Ill take you back.” Karen said in an
apologizing voice.
Sara felt foot steps faster than seeing Karen.
“Here step on my hand.” She said as she lowered her
hand.
Sara stepped on Karen’s hand quickly and Karen again slipped
on her shoes. Off they went back to
the hospital. The whole way there Karen
was apologizing to Sara and Sara kept saying it was ok.
They got back to the hospital and Karen quickly found Maria,
saying sorry and it was a poor lapse in judgement. Sara however, took the blame on herself and
told her mom to keep Karen on staff.
Before Karen left, Sara called Karen’s phone and she picked
up.
“You know I really enjoyed being in your shoe. I would like to do that again sometime.” She
said.
“Awww thanks.” Karen said putting her left hand over her
chest
“Ill go shoe shopping with you if you want.” Sara said
again.
“Really? We will
have to make it a girls date then.” Karen said winking and hanging up.
With that Karen left to go back home and Maria, Sara’s
mother went back to work, this time leaving Sara in her purse. Sara stayed there thinking about her
experience and about how she was going to enjoy hanging out with Karen
again.