Mike set his phone down on his bedside table. His friend Drake had just called him to cancel their plans for the weekend. Originally, he was going to spend the weekend at Drake's house, but he had a change of plans last minute. Looked like Mike would be spending his weekend at home once again. He lived with his parents and three sisters. His dad, however, was away on a business trip this weekend, and thus he wanted to get out of the house, lest he spend the weekend doing a bunch of girl things with his sister. But that's how it went, it wouldn't be so bad, he supposed. 

He had already told his mom he would be out all weekend, but whatever. She would find out he wasn't going when she came home. Right now, Mike was all by himself. His mom was at work, as were his two older sisters; his younger sister being at school at the moment. He figured he might as well make the time he did have to himself worthwhile. He headed into the kitchen to grab a quick bite to eat, then would spend some quality time in his room doing whatever he pleased. Mike wasn't against spending time with his sisters, or doing the things they enjoyed, it was simply that being the only son, he didn't have much say over them. He typically just went along with whatever they did. 

Looking through the fridge, Mike found hardly a trace of food. That was a lie, there was plenty of food, but none he felt like taking the time to prepare and cook. He went to the cabinet and settled on some toast. It was plain, but it was food. He would wait until his mom came home and made dinner. That would be fine. Except Mike noticed one issue: the bread was growing mold. More upset then he should have been over moldy bread, he reluctantly tossed it into the trash can in the pantry. He wasn't that hungry anyway. He decided to just head back to his room for now. Mike didn't even realized he had blacked out.



Waking up dazed and confused, it took Mike a few seconds to orient himself. What the hell happened? Whatever, he gave himself a quick glance over, and he wasn't harmed. He would just forget that even happened, head back to his room and----

What the hell? It was like finding the tree in the forest. Mike knew exactly what had happened, but he couldn't figure it out. Maybe he didn't want to believe it? Maybe he didn't understand it? The floor he was standing on was the same tile as his kitchen floor, he knew that for a fact. But there was something wrong. Something was different. It seemed like it was a lot farther to the carpeted hallway than ever before. And the kitchen itself seemed a lot bigger than before. And the ceiling was much higher... And the counter reached into the sky... He was in his kitchen, he was sure. But everything was....huge now? No, that wasn't it. Nothing grew. The kitchen was the same size. Something got smaller. It was Mike. He let out a scream when it hit him. When he finally realized what had occurred. He pinched himself. Nothing. He yelled for his mom. No response. He tried to wake up. He was already awake. This was real. Mike had shrunk. And he had no idea why. And no one else knew. 

Mike started cursing. This had to be some kind of dream. Some dumb prank his sisters were playing on him. This couldn't be real. This could not be real. This could not possibly be happening. But it was. Mike cursed once more. And again. And once again when he realized he didn't have his phone. He had left it on his bed table. Of course he would leave it there, why would he take his phone if he was just going outside his room? He never would have expected this would have happened. At least his clothes had shrunken with him as well. 

That was how Mike now found himself the size of a speck of dust on the floor of his kitchen. Home alone, no one knew what had occurred to him. And his family thought he was gone all weekend. And his phone was sitting in his room. Mike was screwed. It saddened Mike to do so, but he looked around at his surroundings. And he got a sense for just how damn minuscule he had gotten. It seems he had been in the center of his kitchen, as such, he was no where near anything. The hallway looked about several miles away to him, and living room even farther. Hell, the kitchen table itself was a trek in itself, and that was only a few feet away. He knew he had to get to his room, and get his phone. That was all at the way at the end of the hallway. It would probably take him all weekend to get there, but it was better than doing nothing. With as best a plan as he could come up with, Mike began the long hike towards the hallway.

Mike wasn't the cleanest person around, and he didn't mind if things were a little dirty, but at this size, that changed. The kitchen floor was pretty damn disgusting. There was pretty much a layer of dust covering the entire floor, and Mike found he had to wade through it, as it basically covered his ankles. This was probably impossible to see for a normal sized human, but it was pretty damn clear to Mike. As he trekked, Mike came across giant boulders, except they weren't really boulders. They were simply crumbs. Some of them were a bit smaller than him, some where larger than Mike. He didn't like looking at those ones. He was trying to picture that crumb taller than him from a normal sized perspective. It probably looked like a little speck on the ground people just ignored. And he was smaller than that. He cursed once more. 

Mike had been walking for several minutes, but the hallway looked like it was the same distance away. He had barely made any progress at all. He was beginning to get famished as well. He thought of the moldy bread he had just tossed. And how he didn't want to cook any food. He was regretting that now. He was also getting pretty thirsty. He didn't even think about that. It was going to take him days to get to his room, but what about food and water? How was he going to live without that. His lips were already getting dry. He couldn't help but think about the large bottle of ice tea he had in his room. What he wouldn't give to be back in there. Normal sized of course. 

After a few more minutes of walking, Mike came across a tiny puddle of water on the floor. He wasn't really sure how it had got there. It was big to him, but not too big. Probably not even noticeable from up above. It, too, was covered with a thin layer of dust that had settled on top of it was tinted the water a faint shade of grey. He hesitated for a moment, but thirst won out in the end, and he fell to his hands and knees and began slurping the water off the floor. He tried not to think how humiliating this was, and focused rather on the fact it was water. He didn't know when he would come across this chance again. He just needed to get to his room as quick as possible. 

After about an hour of trekking across the kitchen floor, Mike had gotten only a foot or two in normal sized equivalent. He looked around, and noticed he was still near the center of the kitchen, the hallway still miles away. How the hell was he going to get to his room? He would die of dehydration or exhaustion before that happened. Maybe that wasn't the best plan? But if that wasn't the right plan, then what was? 

Mike didn't really have much time to think about it as he heard the familiar sound of the front door being opened. The door was down a set of stairs from the kitchen, but otherwise in front of it. Even the door being opened this far away from him shook the floor and caused Mike to stumble a tad, but he caught himself. He wasn't prepared for the door being shut and causing an even greater quake, this time knocking Mike over and onto the dusty ground. The thin layer easily clung to his clothing like a magnet, and Mike found himself bathed in a light cloak of gray. Busy trying to brush it off, he wasn't paying attention as his sister Molly had walked in, and was beginning to climb the stairs towards the kitchen. 

The ground shook once more as Molly's sneaker slammed onto the kitchen floor from the hallway. Mike once again fell into the dusty floor, only this time he was distracted by something else. Looking up from the ground, Mike saw the largest thing he had seen his is life: the skyscraper sized figure of his sister standing miles away from him in the kitchen. 

Molly was one of Mike's older sisters. She was only a single year older than him, at 23, but she was older nonetheless. She had spent her Friday so far working at a local restaurant, and finally got off, though it was still early in the day. She wasted no time getting home, though it wasn't like she had any plans. Molly was a nice girl, but she didn't have many friends she did things with. She was very much a homebody and stayed in her room, though she did enjoy going out for the occasional walk every so often. Reaching her home, she unlocked the door, and stepped inside, and proceeded to climb the stairs to the hallway next to the kitchen. 

"Mike, you home?" Molly called out, unsure where he was at this time. She was never sure what he was doing. "I guess not," she said as she mindlessly took a step into the kitchen. She knew her other sisters and mother weren't here. Looks like she had the house to herself for the time being. Wanting to make use of the time, she went down the hallway towards her room, being at the end of the hallway, opposite Mike's. She took off her work clothes, removed her sneakers, and slipped into something more comfortable being taking up residence in her bed and grabbing whatever book she was currently reading at the moment. 

---

Mike didn't even bother trying to stand up; any movement from his sister would knock him back down again. He could barely move anyway, being so stunned from the sheer magnitude of his sister Molly. She was several miles away, at the entrance of the hallway, but she still looked absolutely massive. Mike had to crane his neck as far as he could just to see up to where her face was, and even then he could barely tell it was Molly. 

Sensing the ground not shaking anymore, Mike took the chance to burst up and run towards her, screaming her name out and waving his arms. Just maybe she would notice and help him. He hadn't told her he was going to be gone all weekend, just his mom. So she might think he should still be here! She might think there was something amiss. But she didn't. And she walked back into the hallway causing Mike to slip up once again as she disappeared behind the wall and he was left with the fading footsteps she left. In hindsight, Mike thought it was pretty dumb to go screaming at her. Not only was there no way in hell she was going to notice the speck that he was now, but he wasted energy he didn't have to spare. 

Mike walked along the floor a bit longer, before getting too tired and taking a seat on the floor to collect this energy. He took the time to contemplate his next action. There was no chance of him ever getting to his room on foot. Not only would it take forever, but now after seeing his sister in her now gigantic size, he was never going to get through the hall safely. Let along get their attention. Molly's room was also at the end of the hall, so getting to her room was out of the question at all. He wasn't sure what time it was, but he knew someone else would be coming home soon, and he figured he should be prepared for that. 

Except, there was nothing he could even think of to prepare for such a situation. Nor did he have any time as the rumbling of the front door opening and closing occurred again, and Mike stared at the horizon of the stairs to see who was approaching now. Slowly a face emerged from the edge and Mike made it out to be his other older sister, Jen. 

---

Jen was the oldest child in the family, being 26. She had a boyfriend, and often spent time with him, but hadn't moved in with him yet. Though she was actually planning on doing it soon, she just hadn't told her mother about it yet. She loved her sisters and enjoyed spending time with them, but on occasion she felt herself more mature than them, sometimes even acting as the second mom when their mother wasn't home. 

Walking up the stairs, Jen stepped into the kitchen and went to the refrigerator to grab a bottle of water real quick. Her  boots made a loud smack as she stepped down onto the tiled floor of the kitchen, but she disregarded this as she got her water, and headed to her room down the hallway. She took her shoes off, got comfortable, and got on her computer to search for whatever it was she was searching for.

---

Mike watched helplessly as his now enormous sister Jen effortlessly hiked over the horizon and stood full view in front of him at the entrance of the kitchen. Normally, Jen was taller than Molly by a few inches, but to Mike, it really didn't matter. She was huge, and he was not. Not wanting to make the same mistake as with Molly, Mike didn't scream out to Jen as she walked right towards him. He did, however, scream. 

Mike could do very little as Jen took a single step into the kitchen. Her dirty, scuffed-up, heeled boots created a distinctive loud smack against the hard floor that was only amplified at Mike's short stature, and the quake it caused made him lose all balance. Unlike with Molly, though, Jen took more than once step, and Mike could only scream in terror as her steps came closer to his meaningless body and the quakes and smacks got stronger and louder. 

Her shoe landed several feet away from Mike, creating a small draft sending the thin layer of dust flying towards him. And Mike, now being as close to his sister as he had been so far at this height, fully realized the scope of just how damn small he was. Even a few feet away, Mike could tell how minuscule he was. Compared to just the heel of her boot, it looked like his house did from outside normally. And it only kept raising higher into the hair, where the boot stopped and her jeans began. And it kept raising, but Mike couldn't make out anything much above that. No man-made object ever went that far into the air, so Mike had nothing to compare her to. And here he was, nothing but a single little speck compared to her. 

And in an instant, the larger than life leg of hers lifted up with no effort, as she walked to the right, before she came back around and walked out of the kitchen, leaving leaving Mike behind in her dust. Mike wanted to just break down and cry, and he wasn't far off from doing so. He was small, smaller than he even thought before. He knew he was tiny, but this....this was unreal. Even if he had managed to make it all the way down to his room, even if he had managed to somehow get to the top of his table and reach his phone...How the hell would he even use it!? His phone itself was probably the size of a house. Would the screen even register him as anything? Dust always fell on his phone and it didn't do anything, so would he? 

No....NO! Mike wasn't just going to give up. Okay, so maybe getting anyone's attention from the floor was never going to happen, and maybe it would take some time...But he was not going to just give up!! Hell, he really hadn't even been shrunk for that long. Maybe it'll reverse itself after a day, and he'll be back to normal? If that was the case, he just had to stay out of the way! Yeah, that must be it. He was panicking for nothing. He was going to be fine. People don't normally shrink, so maybe it's just some temporary thing, yeah! He'll be back to normal in no time. He just had to find a nice safe place to hide for the time being. Confidence now steaming out of him, with a grin too big given the situation he found himself in, Mike triumphantly trekked once again across the kitchen floor in search of a temporary hiding spot. 

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Some time after Mike started his trip again, the front door opened and closed once more. In came the last and youngest of Mike's sisters, Leslie, who had just returned home from school. At 18 years old, she was in her last year of high school, and was simply ready to get it over with. After climbing the stairs, she took a few quick steps into the kitchen to see if her sisters were in the living room right next to it. They weren't. Wanting to get her homework finished and out of the way, she walked back through the hallway to her room. "Hey, I'm home," she shouted to whatever sister was listening, just letting them know she was safe. Their mother had them do it, just since she was the youngest. She was 18 though, and felt she was mature enough to be by herself. 
Once in her room, she kicked off her Keds, tossed her backpack onto the chair and proceeded to get out the school work she needed to complete. It was math, ugh, great. Reluctantly, she laid in bed in some uncomfortable position and was getting her homework over with. 

Mike's confidence was completely shattered by his 18 year old sister Leslie. It started out fine enough, Mike saw her coming up from the stairs, the same as his other two sisters. He still wasn't used to seeing his sisters so large, and it was even weirder as he was normally much taller than his younger sister, but now, she was the bigger one. Mike couldn't help but think she would probably get a kick out of that, but she would be nice. Not that it mattered, he was going to be back to normal soon...at least that's what he thought. 

Leslie's keds slammed into the kitchen floor giving Mike the same treatment as before. Mike had always told her to get new shoes, as those ones were pretty old and worn out, but she enjoyed them, and they were comfy, so she kept them. Mike never really cared that much about it before, now he kind of cared just a little. Leslie took a few more steps into the kitchen, and got a little too close to Mike's position. Closer than Mike had been before. Her ked slammed down mere inches from Mike's position, and his confidence was completely destroyed when he realized he was only a few inches from becoming a piece of dirt beneath his younger sister's shoe. Mike didn't have any time to react, though, as the massive end of her shoelace landed atop Mike's body. 

As it was just a shoelace, Mike wasn't being crushed beyond oblivion. However, at his size, it was still quite a hefty weight to be put on such a minuscule body. What made Mike more upset was that he sister probably didn't even know, or at the least didn't even care that her shoelace touched the ground, and by extension, had no idea she was going this to him, or that she caused what would happen to him. Being old, the ends of the shoelace where pretty frayed, and little strands jutted out of it. Mike easily found his body caught up in this strands, and was in for a hell of a surprise when he was lifted up when Leslie took a step backwards towards the hall. 

Mike was in constant motion as the shoelace was tossed around as Leslie walked down the hallway to her room. Mike could do nothing as his body was raised and lowered by the gravity of her steps, and he was repeatedly rammed into the soft carpeting of the hallway. If she had stopped moving for a second, Mike could have freed himself from the shoelace strands, but with the movement, he could do nothing. Throughout the walk Mike was able to catch quick glances of his sister way above him. He screamed up to her, but he already knew it was useless. But it made him feel better...Except it didn't. It frustrated him that he was being put through this hellish ride because of his 18 year old sister, and she didn't even know it. And a stupid ass shoelace was the cause. A shoelace. He felt pathetic. But his feelings didn't change his predicament, and he was continually smashed into the carpet as Leslie walked, and was still helpless.

As the carpet changed from a brown color to a nice blue, Leslie had entered into her room, and for a brief moment, stopped walking. Not wanting to go through that hell again, Mike swiftly released the grip the shoelace had on him and took a short plummet to the blue carpet below. He managed it just in time as Leslie's giant ked moved away just a second or two later. This was ridiculous, Mike thought. He was just easily overtaken by his sister's shoelace. He hated being this size, and he was made he didn't even know why it happened. But at least now he was much closer to his room, there was that. Hell, he would camp out in his sisters room, just please, not being attacked by giant objects that shouldn't be an obstacle. 

Before Mike could even decided to think of a plan of action, a giant ceiling was placed down upon him, but he wasn't squished. Actually, he, with some effort, fit right though a small hole in the ceiling. But, what the hell was happening? Mike now found himself in some weird cave. The walls were a light blue color, and the light shining in was tinted blue as well. And it smelled, too. It smelled a lot like.........feet! Mike cursed again. There was no way. This wasn't happening. But it was. He looked to his left and to his right, and sure enough, he saw giant pale figures...toes. Leslie's toes. The ceiling had been her blue socks she was wearing, as she had taken her shoes off. And Mike was small enough to fit right into her sock from a very small hole between the toes. And that's where he was now, a tiny speck inside his sister's sock between her big and second toe. Mike cursed once more and started banging on Leslie's toes screaming her name. Her feet were kind of gross, but then, a lot of things where at his size. She didn't feel him though, and he was easily scooped up by the flesh between her toes as her foot lifted from the ground.

Having only limited light, and not being able to see anything other than toes and sock, Mike was finding it hard to tell how exactly Leslie's foot was oriented, but gravity was telling him it was pointing up. Mike was resting inbetween his sister's toes, afraid to make any move, lest he fall down beneath her foot. Looking around, he saw bits of sock fuzz also sharing the same predicament as him. Lovely, he was roommates with damn sock crap, made him feel good about himself. What made it worse was that some of smaller pieces stuck to him because of static cling. Fantastic. The sock was starting to get rather warm now, and Mike himself was starting to sweat. The smell was getting to him as well. He normally didn't care much, and could stand some bad smells...but this was getting too much. The smell of Leslie's feet were getting rather overwhelming for him, and made a mental note to remind Leslie to take more showers when he got big again. Before long, though, Mike could sense the sock moving, and within a second light flooded his world as the sock was removed from her foot. 

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Leslie had kicked off her shoes and climbed into bed. She set one leg up bent, and placed the other one across it, hovering in the air. She was "doing her homework," but was spending more of that time looking at her phone. Her feet were starting to get rather warm on this nice spring day, so she took her socks off a tossed them on the floor without a care. Still looking at her phone, but feeling the little pieces of lint between her toes, she brought her finger over to remove the problem. She rolled her finger up and down between her big and second toe and collected a small little ball of lint. Not even looking at what was in her hand, she flicked the irrelevant piece of lint away towards the ground. 

A short time later, Leslie's older sister Molly walked into her room. "What's up?" she said, taking a few steps into her room. "How's the, uh, homeworking going there Les? Haha"
"Oh shut up," Leslie back talked. "Just because you don't have homework doesn't mean you get to rub it in, alright." 
"Anyway, have you seen Mike? He's not in his room."
"I've been gone all day, how would I know?"
"Yeah, I guess you're right," Molly said. She look downwards at the discarded pair of socks laying in the middle of the floor. She didn't even noticed the small blue lint ball situated right between her toes, as it blended into the carpet. "So, is this where you leave your dirty clothes, now?" Molly said jokingly as she rolled her foot across the floor into the socks and flicked them away. 
"I was going to get them later," Leslie said. Seeing the look Molly gave her, she got up from her bed. "Fine, I'll get them now, gosh," she said as she picked her discarded socks up from the ground and tossed them into the laundry hamper. "There, happy!?"
"Haha, I didn't really care, but you know Mom would. Speaking of which, she'll be home in a couple hours. You better have your homework done," Molly laughed a little as she left Leslie's room. 
"Yeah, whatever it'll be done," Leslie said as she got back into her bed, and actually started doing her homework.

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Light flooded Mike's eyes as the blue walls surrounding him where removed and the world was visible again. Looking around, Mike saw he was certainly between Leslie's toes, and was suspended quite a ways above the ground. Falling wouldn't be fun. Off in the distance he saw Leslie's face, though she was absorbed into her phone. He was much more eye level to her now than he ever was down on the floor. Mike screamed at her once more. Maybe now she would hear him? He was much closer now. And sure enough, Leslie's finger started approaching Mike's position. Had she heard him, or seen him? And was going to rescue him? No, of course now, she wasn't even looking, still fixated on her phone. But, if she didn't hear him, then...what was her finger doing.......Mike cursed once again.

Leslie's giant finger slammed down mere centimeters away from Mike, and started moving. Mike was being pushed and rolled up Leslie's big toe, all the while the various pieces of sock fuzz collecting and sticking to his body. Leslie's finger switched sides and now pushed Mike down her big toe, back through the arch, and up her second toe. More and more fuzz stuck to the ball created around Mike. She did this once more, picking up any stray pieces and forming the fuzz into a nice sphere shape, with Mike at the center. He now found himself buried deep within this lint ball, with only his neck and head exposed. His body was completely buried and stuck, and he was unable to move at all. Her giant thumb appeared below Mike and the lint ball, and it was effortlessly scooped up onto it as she maneuvered it just a bit closer to her face. Mike screamed her name in vain hope that she would hear him, but she never even looked up from her phone as she flicked her index finger and sent the lint ball, along with her insignificant brother, rocketing away towards the floor.

Despite the large fall, the landing was nice and soft thanks to the cushion made of lint surrounding Mike's body. But that was the only good thing about this. He tried with all of his might, but it was hopeless. He was completely stuck. By lint. Sock fuzz. Mike started sobbing. This was ridiculous. This couldn't be happening. He had been completely immobilized and discarded on the floor like he was a worthless piece of lint, by his own sister no less. At least before Mike could move around and could think of a plan, now he could just sit and wait, until the time came he would grow back to size. Mike just stared up at the ceiling as he finished sobbing. What else could he do? 

Soon afterwards, the looming door opened wide and Mike looked up to see the giant figure of his sister Molly standing in the door frame. Great, Mike thought, that was exactly what he needed. More of his sisters to come and unknowingly torture him. And torture him she did, as Molly took a couple steps into Leslie's room, and Mike now found himself staring up at his titanic sister from right between her big and second toe. Mike had never felt so insignificant before. Molly wasn't even looking down, what if she had stepped on the lint ball? Mike was scared and humiliated at this predicament. 

From up above, Mike heard his name being mentioned by Molly. Was she wondering where he was? He knew it was useless, but he felt he had to do something, and this was the only thing he could do. He screamed up at Molly, begging her to look down. Begging her to see his puny form, or at least the lint ball he was stuck in. Begging her to do anything to save him from this hell. As if on cue, Molly looked down at the floor right at her feet. Mike continued to scream. In his delusion he thought he had actually got her attention, but this was proven wrong as he heard the word dirty clothes come out of her mouth, and it was then, craning his neck back, Mike saw the discard pair of socks right behind him. 

Mike cursed as he was quickly overwhelmed and enveloped by the gigantic foot of Molly rolling across the floor and easily covering the small little ball of lint on Leslie's floor. She swiftly lifted her foot from the ground and flicked Leslie's socks a few inches away, before placing her foot back on the floor and leaving it there. Meanwhile, Mike was in a new kind of hell. All light was blocked out as his face was being pressed into the dirty sole of his sister's foot. She was standing on him. Rather, standing on the small ball of lint he just happened to be stuck in, but regardless, on him. 

Mike sat in hell as his face was pressed into the soft flesh of the sole of Molly's foot like a simple piece of dirt. Luckily, the soft carpeting below him was absorbing a lot of Molly's weight, as was the lint ball he was in. Nevertheless, he was still face to face with her foot. And Molly just stood there, for what felt like an eternity, but was really thirty seconds or so. The temperature was rising as Mike was mushed between the warm fuzzy carpet and the foot radiating body heat. 

This was only the beginning though, as when Molly lifted her foot, she unknowingly carried a small object with it as well. Mike and the lint ball where easily picked up by Molly's foot, much to Mike's frustration and confusion. Mike and the lint were lifted into the air before being smashed back down into the forgiving carpet. More helpless than even before, Mike could do nothing as again and again he was pressed into the soft flesh of Molly's dirty foot as she took step after step towards her room. Mike did the only thing he could: begin to sob once more. 

Molly left her sister's room and took the few short steps towards her room right next door. Rather than her bed, she took up residence in her chair and grabbed her book, going to go for some light reading. She got comfy in her chair and crossed one leg over the other. Almost without really even paying attention to what she was doing, she started bobbing her one leg back and forth in a nice, rhythmic motion that was pretty comforting to her. All the while she was engrossed in whatever book she was reading.

After a few chapters, she shifted her legs around and now crossed the other one, and planting her foot on the ground. Likewise, she started bobbing this leg as well, as if on command. While turning a page, and out of the corner of her eye, she saw some small piece of blue thing stuck to her foot. Curious, she grabbed her foot and faced the sole up towards her. Looking at it, she saw it was just some piece of lint, undoubtedly from her sister's room. Ew, she though, Leslie really needs to clean her room. She effortlessly brushed the piece of lint off her foot and let it fall fast, yet peacefully, towards the ground, before getting back to her book and forgetting about it. 

---

Mike was mashed into Molly's foot. Again. And Again. And Again. The carpet was forgiving, and the lint was soft, but Molly's foot was not. And each time she stepped down the lint and his face were pressed into her sole. They weren't exactly any dirty than normal, but they were feet. And feet naturally gathered dirt and other gross things spewed upon the floor. Such as sock fuzz and younger brothers. Mike was livid. When he had woken up this morning...no just a few hours ago, he had been a normal guy. He was living his life just fine. The worst thing that happened was his plans got canceled. But how did this happen? How did he get here now? Trodden on by his sister like he didn't even mean anything. He didn't mean anything, not anymore. His younger sister had flicked him away as an insignificant lint from between her toes. His older sister relentlessly smashed him into her foot like he didn't even exist. Again, and again, and again, Molly walked until she got into her room.

Finally things were looking up for Mike as Molly took a seat in her chair, and he felt himself rising higher than ever before. Only able to glance small peeks out from what wasn't pressed into Molly's foot, Mike guessed she had crossed her legs, and he was now above the ground. At least he wasn't being mashed into her foot anymore, but he still couldn't do anything. All of the sudden his world starting moving. Back and forth, back and forth in a whirling motion that was easily disorienting to Mike. Luckily, as his vision was mostly hindered, he didn't get as nausea as he would otherwise, but that's not to say it wasn't uncomfortable. Back and forth in a calm yet violent motion he went, and that was when he felt it. His face was peeling from Molly's foot. Gravity was doing it's job. And after a couple more motions, Mike was gleeful as he and the lint ball dropped from Molly's foot and landed upon the ground. 

He was still stuck, he didn't forget about that, but at least he wasn't stuck to her foot any more. Mike never wanted to go through that again. Now he could work on getting out of this damn ball. It would have been easier if he could see though, as currently he had landed face down and was now getting a face full of carpet. Thus his only clue of bad fortune was the shaking of the ground as Molly planted her foot on the ground, and moved her other one slightly over a bit. And the world around Mike grew darker as the ceiling he couldn't see crashed down upon him, pressing him and the lint ball into the rough strands of the carpet, but he was lifted back up again as Molly crossed her other leg. 

Mike was once again suspended in the air, only instead of facing her foot, he was facing the outside world, for better or for worse. Molly once again moved her foot in the rhythmic motion, but it was anything but calming for Mike. At his small size, the small movements were much more jarring, only worsened by the constant blurring of the world outside now that he could see. He closed his eyes, but it only helped slightly. And as soon as it began, it had stopped. Had he fallen off her foot again? Mike hoped so, but opening his eyes he was greeted to a sight he wasn't expecting. 

Molly was looking down straight at Mike, or rather, the ball of lint he was encased in. Had she seen him? Was she going to save him from this hell? No, of course not. He didn't exist to her, just a pesky thing stuck to her foot did. Mike called Molly out in a feeble voice and began sobbing as her look changed to one of mild disgust, and his view was overcome by the giant hand of Molly, as she easily brushed Mike and his prison off of her foot, and towards the ground. And Mike once again was sent heading towards the floor as if he was nothing. 

And that was where Mike sat. For how long, he did not know. Was time even relevant to him anymore? Was anything? At some point Molly had risen from her chair, and went elsewhere, to where, Mike didn't know. But did that matter to him? She didn't step on him again, and that's what was important. Was it? All the confidence Mike had about getting out of this was gone. Before, he was small, but he was free. Now, he was small and trapped. He was nothing but a piece of dirt. How could he possibly have any confidence. Any hope of getting back to normal size? ....No, he shouldn't give up. He couldn't give up. He wouldn't give up. He was stuck now, sure. His sister's had abused him in ways he never thought were even possible, sure. But he was going to get back to normal. And he would start by breaking out of this god forsaken ball of of his sisters sock fuzz that had caused him all this hell so far. And so with all of his might, with all of his force, with all of his determination, Mike fought, and pushed, and wiggled, and move. And with every ounce of everything he had, he pushed his body outward to escape from his prison.

But nothing happened. 

He was still stuck. He was still helpless. He was still inside a puny ball of lint on his sister's floor. He wasn't going to give up though, but before he could continue trying, the door to Molly's room opened up, and Mike saw the figure of his Mother standing in the door frame, and without even thinking, not even knowing what he was doing, he called up to her. It was his mother, she would save him. Of course she would. 

---

Linda had just returned home from a long day of work. She first went into her daughter Leslie's room to make sure everything was okay, and she had finished her homework. Which of course she didn't, but Linda let her get away with it, "just this once." Leslie was her baby, and as much as she wanted her to succeed and do her work, she found it hard to force her to do anything she didn't want to do. 

Afterwards, Linda paid a quick visit to Jen. Linda always put the most responsibility onto Jen as she was the oldest, whether she was aware of it or not. Jen took it as she always did when Linda made comments about the state of the house, and confessed her annoyance with Leslie who never really did anything. It went exactly as Jen expected it to, and that was nowhere, as Linda left her room.

Linda opened the door to Molly's room and took a couple steps inside. "Hey there," she said, seeing her daughter lost in some book on her bed. 
"Hello," Molly said, looking up from her book to greet her mom. "How was work?"
"Oh, you know, same old same old," Linda said as she tapped her pump on the floor repeatedly. "How was your day?"
"Pretty boring," Molly said. "Do you know where Mike is, I haven't seen him all day?"
"Oh yeah, he's spending the weekend with Drake. Looks like we got the house to ourselves this weekend. Anyway, I'm going to go get dinner started. Should be ready in about an hour or so."
"Cool, I'll be here."

Linda departs from her daughters room and heads into the kitchen get a few things prepare for dinner. After doing what she could, she headed to her room on the other side of the house, and changed into a more comfortable night clothing and removing her pumps. Feeling free from those shoes, she rubbed her nylon covered feet across the carpeted floor, enjoying the pleasing texture it brought her. She told herself she was a good mother, and that she raised all of her kids well. After content enough with that, she headed back to the kitchen and spent the next several minutes cooking dinner.

Once she had some free time, Linda went back to her room and removed her pantyhose, tossing them into the laundry bin and revealing her bare feet. She then walked back to the kitchen and set the table up for dinner, before letting her daughters know it was almost time and to get ready.

---

Mike screamed for his mother standing in the doorway of Molly's room, but she made no notion of hearing him as she took a step inside and her pump landed directly next to the ball of lint Mike was trapped in. Looking up, Mike was hoping to see the face of his mother, but all he got was an exclusive view up her dress--something he really didn't want to be seeing. Still he called out to her. It was his mother, she would save him. She would definitely help him with his. 

Things went from bad to worse as his mother completely ignored the screams she didn't hear as she began tapping her pump on the ground, too close for comfort for Mike. Between his cowering fear and the shaking ground caused by his mother's constant tapping, Mike heard his mother say that he was gone all weekend. Without thinking this prompted him to scream out. No, he was not gone! He had shrunken! He was right here, right at her shoes! Please mom, help! Please!! But the only response Mike got was the sky turning dark as the dirt-caked sole of his mother's pump covered the area above him and the lint ball, and it fell to the ground atop him.

Mike was pressed face first into the hard, unforgiving, and dirty sole of his mother's pump. The lint cushioned and covered his body, but his face had to endure the dirt and other gunk stuck to her shoe. And she still continued to tap her foot. One second crushed. One second free. One second crushed. One second free. Over and over and Mike was losing it. His own mother was trodding on him like he was nothing, like he didn't even exist. His own mother. The one person he could count on to save him from this was now doing the exact opposite and putting him through a living hell. Slammed down, once again, into the dirty sole. This time Linda ever so slightly twitched her foot, and the ball of lint Mike was in was easily scooped up and wedged within the decorative shaped tread of his mother's pump.

Linda continued her tapping a couple more times, only now Mike and the lint ball were brought up with the pump each time. With each smack on the ground, the ball was mashed more into the tread of her shoe, getting it more stuck into the dirt and gunk that was already taking up residence in there. And then it stopped. Before it got a lot worse as Linda made her way out of Molly's room and into the hallway. It was the same as with Molly, except instead of a mildly dirty and soft fleshy foot, it was the dirty, hard and rubbery sole of his mother's pump. And each step made Mike worse off as he was pressed into the rubber and could smell and taste it and the dirt within. He now literally was dirt beneath his own mother's shoe. 

And it got even worse. As Linda walked into the kitchen, the soft plush of the carpet had vanished, and Mike was left with the hard, cool tile of the kitchen, making each step all the more worse. His mother was relentless with her steps, because as far as she was concerned, her son was at his friends house. She never even entertained the idea that her only son was currently stuck to the sole of her shoe and was enduring every single step she took. Why would she think that? Soon she left to go to her room and change a bit.

Mike was beyond glad when the carpet returned. As glad as he could possibly be in a position such as this. But things were looking...no up, but sideways, for Mike, as his mother removed her shoe and tossed it on the ground, having it land on it's side. Using her foot to kick her pumps aside, he paid no attention to the small blue ball that dropped from her shoe and landed at her feet. 

Mike breathed in all the fresh air as he could once he was removed from his mother's shoe. Thank god that was over, now he can focus on what was really important, getting out of this. But Mike didn't have time to do anything, as the titanic nylon covered foot of his mother raised a bit above the ground, and positioned itself above the lint ball and Mike's puny form on the floor. Mike could only scream as the sole of his mother's foot descended upon him, engulfing him in it's entirety. 

It was only just the beginning though as Linda started rubbing her nylon covered feet across the floor. Mike was dragged and rolled across the rough carpet and the rough nylons of his mothers. In the darkness he didn't know which way was up, but it didn't matter, he was being tossed and turned regardless of which way he was facing. Rolled and ground into the foot and carpet Mike was until it finally stopped. He couldn't see it, but the nice baby blue color of the lint ball had been transformed into an ugly brownish color, and now resembled exactly what Mike felt he was: a piece of dirt. But he was still stuck in it. 

Mike's face brushed and scratched against the rough wires of his mother's pantyhose and then to the bumpy strands of the carpet, and back, and forth, and back and forth, until his face settled against the carpet and the rolling and rubbing stopped. Feeling more degraded and worthless than he had ever felt in his entire life, Mike wondered how this could ever get any worse. What could possibly be worse than being abused and humiliated unknowingly by his own mother's foot? He had no time to ponder suck questions as his prison was lifted again, as it and he were bound by the pantyhose, and force to go along with his mother.

By now Mike was tired of being walked on and smashed into the gross floor. Whenever he got big again he was going to walk carefully and softly and feel horrible for whatever he was walking on. This was absolutely horrible. But it was out of his control, and he could only endure and accept the situation he was in, as his mother continued to walk and continued to shove his face into the carpet. It only got worse as the carpet changed to tile when she walked into the kitchen. Fortunately, it was short lived as Mike and the lint ball became detached from the nylon and found themselves laying as a minute speck on the floor of the kitchen, which was littered with tons of other specks that no one ever cared about.

Mike just watched as his mother prepared a dinner he was more and more sure he was not going to get to eat. It had been several hours since he had eaten, or even drank anything, and he was feeling it. With everything that happened, he had forgotten about it, but seeing and smelling the food brought it all back. But the only thing he could do right now was hope his mother didn't step on him anymore. His hopes were granted as his mother moved about, but avoided his position. She had left and came back, now bare foot, but still dodged the puny object that was her son. Mike was glad, though not really. No one could be glad in the situation he was in. 

He saw his mother set the table and walk over him as she called out to her daughters that dinner was ready. Feeling the movement of what felt like a terrible earthquake, Mike looked over at the entrance of the kitchen, and saw the colossal forms of his three sisters as they were entering the kitchen to eat dinner, and were heading straight for his form on the floor. 

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.

---

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. 

---

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.

---

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. 

Mike was still small. He had awoken and found he was bathed in light again, but he was still small. Looks like this whole endeavor wasn't a dream. His predicament was still the same as last night. Tiny as hell, stuck in his sister's sock fuzz, and covered with food with two giant beasts crawling on top of him. Wait...that last part was new. Mike suppressed a scream as he realized there were two ants crawling over the lint ball and trying to get the leftover food from the floor. The ants were big, yes, but they weren't massive. Except for the fact that they were ants, and ants were usually small little tiny creatures that roam the floor and such...and now they were bigger than him. He could practically ride one if he wanted to. But he didn't want to. He just wanted to stay as quiet as hell and get them away from here.

He struggled more than ever before to get the hell out of his prison, but he just couldn't, and time was running out as the ant was approaching his exposed head. Would it think he was food? Would the ant bite his head off? Mike was terrified. After everything he went through yesterday with his sisters, a stupid tiny little ant was going to end him. He'd rather have died under his sister's foot than a freaking ant eating him. It was almost upon him when a small shake occurred and stopped the ant in it's tracks. 

Still terrified, Mike looked over at the source of the quake and saw a leg reaching into the sky. Following it, he saw it belonged to his sister Jen. She still looked sleepy, so maybe it was still early? Either way, she had saved him, for the time being. The quakes continued and only got stronger, and within a couple seconds, Jen was right upon the tiny mess of food Mike was in, and soon he was staring right up at her gigantic face staring right down at him. 

Mike was still too terrified, whether from the ants or his huge sister, he wasn't sure, to make any call of attention to Jen. Not that it would have made much of a difference either way. The once calm and collected face of Jen turned into one of complete disgust over the mess on the floor, and Mike felt a tinge of sadness as the form of Jen disappeared from above. He was not alone for long, however, as her face appeared once again above him a few seconds later, this time with a friend.

Mike let out his scream he was holding back as he recognized the napkin approaching his position. There was no way out of this; he knew exactly what she was doing. Jen was going to scoop up all of it, ants, food and her own brother, with that napkin and toss it. And Mike could do nothing as the napkin lowered and planted itself on top of him, blocking out the light. He felt the napkin start to close, and felt what he assumed were his sister's fingers closing the napkin. This was it. He felt a pop of pressure occur, and then, there was light? 

Mike watched from the floor as Jen lifted the napkin along with the ants, spilled food, and even the lint ball with it, as she crumpled it up and went over to the trash to toss it. As it turns out, Jen grabbing the lint put enough force on it to pop Mike right out of it, and save him from certain doom within the kitchen garbage. And thank goodness for that. And then the situation dawned on him. He was free. Mike could move his body again. He had never felt so damn glad to move his arm or shake his leg. He had his freedom back! And just in time too as Jen was walking out of the kitchen, leaving Mike all by himself.

He thought of the irony of it all. Here he was, in the exact same position he was in when this started. Alone and in the kitchen. Hey, maybe he would get big now!? ...No, of course not. Still, he was free to move about again, of course, that didn't really go so well last time, and it took him forever. The ants were gone for now, and he seemed pretty safe under the table, so Mike stayed there for some time thinking of a new plan.

Clearly, getting anyone's attention at the floor was impossible. They didn't even see the stupid lint he was stuck in, they would never see him. And going out into the open was a stupid idea, as look what happened last time, he became human sock fuzz. If he got up high, and maybe made some object move, it would get them to notice him. But that could possibly go wrong. During all this thinking, Mike took note of how dirty the kitchen floor was. Had it really been this dirty yesterday? That was another reason not to go out in the open, he would blend right in with the dirt. 

No, he would stay under the table. So far it had been the safest place. As long as he stayed away from the chairs, his sister's feet wouldn't get him, and there were sure to be crumbs and other goods here he could nibble on for food. The more he thought about it, the more he liked this idea. Just stay low here in the kitchen in a safe spot until he grew big again. It was foolproof. He could spend time sightseeing, it was like a vacation really. Yeah, this would be fun. To begin, Mike went strolling along beneath the table, marking the danger spots from the seats. 

---

All was quiet in the house for a few more hours. Molly, who had to work early on the weekends, had left before it was even light out. Linda was getting ready to leave for work when Jen stepped into her room.
"You remember what I asked you to do today, right? We'd all appreciate it," Linda said after they had gotten the conversation started.
"Yeah, I know, I was planning on starting once you left," Jen responded. "About that though, can you please tell Leslie she has to help? She's just going to sit on her ass all day unless you tell her."
"I'm sure she'll be working hard on her homework, and if you need anything, you can ask her yourself, you're 26 Jennifer."
"Oh my god, you always do this Mom, you always take her side. You let her get away with everything! She won't listen to me if I tell her, but she'll listen to you."

Linda finally gave in and went to Leslie's room to speak with her. Afterwards, her two daughters saw her off as she left for work, telling them she's see them for dinner tonight. Meanwhile, Leslie and Jen got into it again.
"Oh cool, I see how it is," Leslie said with a mocking tone. "Just tell Mom on me."
"What are you talking about," Jen got defensive. "I just wanted you to help me but I knew you wouldn't listen to me. Look, you don't even have to do that much, just help me so I don't have to do everything."
Leslie thought about it for a few seconds before giving her response. "Alright, fine, what do you want me to do?"

---

Yep, Mike was completely safe. He looked around, and noticed where the seats where, and made sure to stay away from them. He also didn't venture too far out, for fear of other repercussions. But he did it, now he was safe. He was situated near the center of the area beneath the table. No feet reached here, and he could see everything. And that way when he grew back, he had plenty of room to. It was perfect. In his searching and confidence, though, Mike never noticed the sounds of his sisters walking about, or his Mother leaving. It was when he heard and felt the minor quake of someone walking into the kitchen that Mike took notice. Confident of his plan, he happily turned around toward the entrance and immediately lost everything. From his position under the table, the upper body was blocked off, but that didn't matter. All he needed to see was the legs and feet covered in bright orange socks of whoever it was, and the broom they were holding.

Mike was completely unsafe on the floor. At least he first thought so. He watched from the center of beneath the table as his sister swept the kitchen floor. Even from his vantage he could see the dirt and dust piling up near the center of the kitchen. He was saying the place needed to be cleaned, but he didn't mean now, when he was still on the floor. But, he still seemed safe. He was under the table, right? How many people actually bothered sweeping under that. Whoever was sweeping looked like they were doing a half-ass job anyway. It was probably Leslie. Haha, he thought. If it was her, he was safe. She couldn't be bothered to sweep under the table. He was worrying for nothing.

Then the sweeping stopped. It was over already. He really didn't have nothing to worry about! His smile was starting to return. Until the figure of his sister started approaching the table. And then with a loud screech, the chairs were shoved aside. And the figure squatted showing Mike the full full of Leslie with a rather disgruntled face, as she brought the broom under the table, and started to sweep up the dirt from beneath. And Mike could only scream.

Mike instinctively ran away from his giant sister, but that was probably the wrong thing to do. The enormous straw bristles of the broom crashed into the ground against the wall several feet ahead of Mike, but within seconds they were whizzing past him blowing dirt and dust all over the place, easily knocking Mike down on his ass. A few seconds later the broom crashed down again, and Mike wasn't even able to get to his feet before it flew right towards him. Mike was easily caught up in the bristles and was dragged and rolled across the floor along with all the other pieces of worthless dust and dirt. He was soon released by the straw bristles and rolled a tiny bit away before resting beside the rest of the dirt at the base of Leslie's socked foot. 

More dirt was thrust upon Mike and the pile as Leslie finished getting what she could from under the table. He saw her rise to her full height as once again he was propelled by the broom out of the comfort and safety beneath the table, and to the open area of the kitchen, alongside the other dirt he was with. The chairs were pushed back into place with a loud screech. The broom crashed down once more near Mike and approached him again, before the bristles slammed into him and he was sent spiraling along the ground against his will like the insignificant piece of dirt he was. 

Leslie was relentless with the broom and gave Mike no time to even collect himself before again and again he was pushed around with the dust from the floor. He caught glimpses of Leslie looking down upon him with no care at all about what she was doing to him, because to her, she wasn't doing anything to him. There wasn't even a "him" to her. Just it. And Mike was once more pushed by the straw bristles, only this time he wasn't released, rather his puny body got stuck to a rouge dust bunny that attached itself to the bristles. And Mike felt himself lifting up along with the broom.

Relatively high in the air, literally hanging on by a dusty thread, Mike screamed as the broom plummeted towards the ground at fast speed, before crashing into the tile floor and mess of dust and debris. Mike face planted on the dirty floor, and began to be dragged along it with the stuff before being lifted again and the process repeating. Leslie was pulling no punches and quickly and forcefully swept the floor not caring about much other than getting it done. The crashing finally stopped and turned into a smoother, yet still rough, repetitive scrape along the ground as all the dirt and dust was formed into a nice pile. 

Despite the beating he just took by a simple broom, Mike was glad he was stuck now, not wanting to be in that pile. The last thing he wanted was for his own sister to toss him in the garbage. Of course, things changed as the dust bunny Mike was stuck to was yanked from the broom, releasing Mike from it's grip as both it and he fell right into the center of the dirt pile. Although uncomfortable, Mike survived the fall by the cushioning of the dust. Not the most pleasant bed, but it worked. Except for the fact he was now looking straight on at the giant field that was a dustpan, and his sister was showing no signs of forgetting about the pile. He turned around just in time to see Leslie brushing the broom against the floor, gathering all the little pieces of dirt, dust, debris, crumbs, and her own brother, and swept them towards the dustpan.

---

"Can you just sweep the kitchen floor?" Jen responded to Leslie's question on what she should do. 
"Alright," Leslie said in a dry voice. "How do I do that?"
Jen gave a huge sigh. "You take the broom, sweep the dirt into a pile, sweep it on a dustpan, and toss it out."
"That sounds like a lot of work."
"Just do it," Jen said, wondering why she wanted Leslie to help in the first place. "I'll be right down here."

Reluctantly, Leslie got the broom and dustpan from the closet and began to sweep the floor. She did so haphazardly, wanting to just get it done more than anything. She did the back part of the kitchen by the back door before Jen appeared once more and reminded her not to forget under the table. Annoyed, Leslie pulled the chairs away, crouched down, and violently swept all the crumbs from beneath the kitchen table. There were quite a lot of gross crumbs and dirt under there. She wasn't going to say it but Jen was right, don't forget the table it was pretty disgusting. 

She then brushed all the dirt from that side into a little pile, before starting to sweep the other side of the kitchen. Not wanting to walk to far, she rather just slammed the end of the broom into the ground and brought over whatever crumbs she could from that side. After getting what she thought was a decent amount, she pushed them into the pile, and set the dustpan on the ground. That was when she noticed the loose dust bunny stuck to the broom. She effortlessly pulled it off the bristles, and dropped it to the ground in the pile. 

She looked down at the pile and could only consider it gross. All that crap was just on the kitchen floor. Yuck. She never even considered the possibility that one of those tiny little dirt pieces was actually her brother, looking up at her screaming for her to notice him and stop. But she didn't, and she swept the pile forward onto the dustpan. Nearly half the dirt pile stayed on the ground, not even making it into the dustpan, but Leslie just left it there. Whatever, she tried. Unfortunately, her brother was not one of those that were left on the floor. He was stranded in the middle of the dustpan Leslie was now lifting up and walking with towards the garbage, to dispose of it's contents. Leslie reached the garbage can, and lifted open the top, and began to tilt the dustpan to trash all of it's contents. 
"Stop!" A voice belonging to Jen called out.
Leslie titled the dustpan back level, but a few of the crumbs had fallen down into the trash already. "What!? I'm cleaning, okay? It's what you wanted!"
"Yeah, but what is that?" Jen said, pointing to the the large amount of dirt remains still on the ground.
"Yeah, I was going to get those later."
"Why not just get them now, then? It's easier."
"I know what I'm doing," Leslie snapped at Jen, as she began to tilt the dustpan once more, allowing some more crumbs to fall into the trashy abyss.
"Don't talk back to me like that," Jen said, getting frustrated. 
"Oh my god, I didn't even want to do this, you did!" Leslie yelled back, leaving the dustpan still slightly titled, slowly having more crumbs and dirt slide down into the trash.
"Oh yeah, I'd like to see you do all this when I move out!" Jen said in a fit of anger, just now realizing what she said. She hadn't told anyone she was moving out yet, not even her mother.
"You're....you're moving out?" Leslie said, now much more calmer and subdued. She brought her hand away from the trash can and, not even paying attention anymore, dropped the remainder of the dirt onto the floor at their feet. 

---

Mike was easily pushed from the floor onto the dustpan by the relentless broom handled by his sister. More debris was pushed on top of him, covering him and burring him in it, barely letting him look out as his sister bent down to pick up the dustpan. When she was closer her screamed out to her, desperate to get her attention before she did the unthinkable. But he was merely a speck of dirt on a dustpan full of specks, and she heard nothing. 

Mike felt his footing being lifted from the ground to Leslie's waist level, granting him a much clearer look of her uncaring face of what she was about to do. Mike began sobbing and screaming and doing anything to get Leslie's attention, but nothing changed, and soon he heard the sound of the trash can opening, and the dustpan floor began to tilt. Mike lost his footing and began sliding down the small grooves in the dustpan, big enough only for someone of his size. Gravity was taking full effect and Mike could do nothing as he slid down.

And as soon as it began, it ended, and the floor leveled out, and Mike was fine. Looking up and out of the dirt, he saw the colossal figure of both Leslie and Jen standing above him, paying absolutely zero attention to the dirt he was in. It looked like Jen unknowingly just saved his life, he would have to remember that. It was short lived, however, as the dustpan titled once again, and Mike was sliding down.

Mike could hear Leslie and Jen arguing about whatever up above him, but he didn't care one bit about what it was, rather concerning himself more on the impending doom that was the trash can he found himself falling towards. More dirt queued behind Mike and the gravity increased, causing him to fall quicker towards the edge of the dustpan. Mike screamed out one last time, as the dustpan shifted at the last second, and he fell from the edge and towards the floor below. 

"Yes, I'm moving," Jen told Leslie as they stood in the kitchen. "What do you care, you'll probably be happy."
"No, I won't!" Leslie told her, sounding serious for once. "I..I'm going to miss you! It's just fun to mess with you, but you're my sister and I love you! Now you're leaving and we won't get to do anything together."
"You really mean that?" Jen's scowl was turning more lighthearted. "Well, I mean if you just want to hang out with your awesome big sister we could work something out."
"I don't recall saying awesome," Leslie said with a smirk.
Jen and Leslie worked out their differences and decided to work together on getting the house clean. Jen took over sweeping and cleaning the kitchen since Leslie sure didn't do a good job, and Leslie set about to do her laundry and work on another part of the house. Jen promised if they got a good amount done then they would have time to hang out afterwards, so the girls worked with diligence. 

---

Mike was free falling along with all the other dirt and debris from the dustpan. Thanks to whatever motion Leslie did at the last second, he was spared from falling into the depths of their kitchen garbage, but he was still making a sky dive towards the floor and their feet. The ground approached slowly at a quick rate as he was several feet off the ground, and soon Leslie's bright orange socks were becoming his landing zone. He was glad he wasn't going to crash land on the tile floor, but he had already dealt with his sister's socks yesterday, and he didn't want to go there again.

Before long Mike crashed into Leslie's socks and partially fell right into a small gap before he was caught. The softness of them cushioned his fall slightly, but it was still rather uncomfortable. He now found his lower half dangling insider her sock between her toes, with his upper body exposed on the outside, only his arm strength keeping him from falling all the way in. This was short lived as the sky turned dark and Mike looked above to see the enormous sock of Leslie covering him. The bright orange had become a dull color due to the massive amounts of dust sticking to them via static cling. He could do nothing as her socked foot lowered onto his puny form.

For an instant Mike felt the pressure and warmth of being smushed between his sister's feet, but it was soon over as her foot lifted, along with her tiny brother now a passenger, also adhered to the sole of her sock due to static cling. Plucked from his spot dangling between her sock threads, Mike screamed as he crashed face first into the kitchen floor once more beneath his sister's foot. The layer of dust was preventing him from falling into her sock, but was also clinging him to it, forcing him to endure her weight as she stood. 

It only got worse for Mike as Leslie started to walk, and he found himself being whipped back and forth from the momentum of her walking. As she took her step her entire weight pressed down on her foot, and Mike was shoved into the rough fibers of the carpet, prickling him with their ends, but he still adhered to her sock, and was again brought up and whipped around, only to be shoved back into the carpet. 

Within just a couple steps Mike was disoriented and woozy, but Leslie showed no signs of stopping as she walked and walked. Even though Mike was free of the lint ball from before, he was still at the mercy of his younger sister as she simply walked around the house. Mike tried not to think about it, but the fact his sister was walking all over him like he was nothing kept creeping back into his head and upsetting him. Only a few days ago he had been bickering with her about something stupid, now she was just shoving his face into the ground like the piece of dust he was on her sock, and she didn't even know. Still, she showed no signs of stopping. 

After several more stomps, Mike found the drop to the next floor crash was just a bit longer than normal, and more stiff. Through his brief instances of thoughts he could get out between being mashed by his sister, he figured she was heading downstairs. Mike didn't want to go downstairs, lest he finally became detached from her sock. It would be near impossible for him to make it back upstairs. But Mike wasn't in control, he had to follow the will of his sister's socked foot, and that was heading downstairs. 

With the stairs over, Mike was continued to be mashed into the carpet of the basement, but that changed soon as the plushness tuned into cold, hard stone, and things for horrible for Mike. Accustomed to the softness of the carpet, Mike wasn't expecting the abrupt turn of rough, bumpy stone, and took the blow pretty hard. Leslie was pretty light, but with his size even light was a massive amount of weight to be shouldering. The stone easily busted his lip, but Leslie showed no signs of caring as he was whipped again and again and slammed into the unforgiving stone floor. 

Leslie finally settled in a location, leaving her tiny brother battered and bruised beneath her sock. He wasn't sure how much more of this he could take. Leslie would have to walk back across the stone floor, and back up the stairs. And Mike knew she always rushed up the stairs, he would be smashed even more. And on top of that, he was still stuck! What if he never got off her sock? Would he be stuck here forever? Mike didn't want to think about that. Mike was raised a small bit into the air, before slamming into the stone again, as Leslie began to tap her foot. 

Just as he was wanting to give up, Mike was lifted off the ground again, and then his world started to move. He felt a whipping force, but still found himself stuck to her sock, as it slowly lifted high into the air. And soon Mike was the highest he ever was at this height, and found himself face to face with his sister Leslie. Recognizing this as his best chance of ever getting someone's attention, Mike called out to her through his battered face.

---

After parting ways with Jen, Leslie went to her room and gathered up her discarded clothes from the floor. Once she got everything, he left and headed downstairs to the laundry room. It was nice a peaceful down here, and extremely quiet, one could probably hear a pin drop down there. Once she got to the washing machine, she started loading her clothes into the machine and began to tap her foot to distract from the monotony. 

Once her hamper was empty, she remember the socks she was wearing, and bent down to take them off, before bringing them upwards. Looking at them, she saw they were covered with dust and other stuff stuck to them. Ew, she thought, remember not to wear socks when sweeping. Seeing nothing on interest on her socks, she casually tossed them into the washing machine, before dropping a load of detergent into it, turning it on, and closing the lid. She then went upstairs and began to help Jen with cleaning the house.

---

Mike stared into Leslie's emerald green eyes and screamed her name once again. It was dead silent in the basement, but she made no notion of hearing his pitiful cries. He truly was that insignificant to her. He looked into her innocent eyes one last time as he world tumbled throughout the air before falling into the depths of the washing machine. He stared up as his sister appeared above him bathed in light and dropped a load of powdered detergent over him and the clothes. The sound of rushing water took over Mike's eardrums as she turned the washing machine on, and he screamed at her once more as her face disappeared from view and she shut the lid, sealing Mike in darkness.

Mike was in a lot of trouble. He was in complete darkness, still stuck to Leslie's sock, and nothing but a mere speck while the water level continued to rise. After a bit, Mike could feel the water begin to soak the sock, and he took a deep breath and began to hold it. He wasn't sure how well this would work, but he had to try. Within a second he was completely submerged and did everything he could to stay calm and hold his breath. It was getting harder and harder as time passed, but he held on. And soon, the machine started, and clothes were flung every which way inside it.

The sock Mike was on was hurled violently towards the side, and Mike found his face no longer submerged. Hesitant at first, he eventually couldn't hold it anymore, and gasped for air. And he found some. He was confused at first, but thinking about it, he realized he must have been pressed up against one of the holes where water drains from. How fortunate. While able to breath, the washing machine was no pleasant experience as he was being tossed back and forth at a high speed, easily making him feel sick. 

Mike was pretty thankful now that the sock was adhered him very well. With his position, if he had fallen into the hole, he would be drained out as well, and end up in the sewers. He would never recover from that. In a rare lighthearted moment given his predicament, Mike found it ironic that what saved him from that doom was the washing machine not doing it's job of removing dirt from clothes. Maybe that was fate's way of telling him that he was above dirt. Reminding him that he was human. Or maybe his body was just stuck by the sock treads and he wouldn't have come off anyway. 

After several many more minutes of being jerked around uncomfortably against the side of the machine, the world finally stopped, and Mike could hear all the water leaving. He had survived the washing machine, leaving him to sit in darkness for several more minutes, until he heard the sound of the lid opening, and light flooding into the machine. Mike had forgotten one key part of laundry. After the washing, the clothes go into the dryer. The sock fell loose from the side of the machine, and Mike looked up to see the hand of his sister picking up the sock and a few other clothes, before being tossed violently into another machine. Mike saw the lower half of Leslie before the door closed again, and he was once more shoved into darkness.

Mike felt the world start to tumble, slowly at first, before getting faster and faster. In the darkness, it was hard to tell which way was up or down, but it was constantly changing it didn't matter. Once he reached the apex, he felt weightlessness take over him as the sock fell downwards by gravity, followed by several other clothes that collapsed on top of him. And this repeated several times, quick and quicker.

The heat was rising as well, and Mike quickly started to sweat. The dryer was doing it's job as the moist sock was becoming tighter on Mike's body, holding him closer to it, and making it even warmer for him. And still the machine tumbled and spun and Mike fell and rose. The area was comparable to a sauna, except without the steam, as the temperature rose higher and higher. And as it did so the clothes only got warmer, and Mike got warmer than that. It was almost burning to his minuscule body. 

And for nearly an hour Mike was unceremoniously tossed and rolled inside the pitch black dryer. Again, he was thankful that the sock had clung on to him. He was worried what would have occurred to him if he had been loose during this. The clothes could have bent him the wrong way, or he could have gotten stuck in the lint trap, and then discarded in the downstairs trash. He was by no means happy or excited about being loosely sewn to his sister's sock, but there were much worse alternatives. 

And as the machine settled down, Mike was left in darkness still, and heat still active, but slowly receding away. It was unpleasant, but he had managed to survive both the washing machine and dryer. He was pretty dehydrated, and couldn't do much about that, but he was alive. Stuck, and still at the mercy of his younger sister whenever she decided to wear these socks again. But he was alive. Now if only get could get big again.

Light poured into the dryer and the sock Mike was on was yanked out along with a few other clothes, and dropped into a large bin. More and more clothes dropped on top of him, burying Mike in radiating heat, and pressure increased. And he heard the muffled sound of the dryer door closing, as he bin was lifted, and Mike went along for the ride. 

Mike was lost. Gone. Out of it. Nowhere. Why wouldn't he be? He had just spent forty-five minutes drenched in warm soapy water while being rotated at high speeds while pressed against an opening in complete darkness, before being tossed uncaringly into a steamless sauna while being flipped and hurled like rag doll, also in complete darkness. When being removed from the dryer, Leslie had easily and unknowingly electrocuted him with the static caused from the freshly dried clothes. Mike remembered that shocks, they hurt only mildly when he was normal sized. Now...he might as well have been given the electric chair. And now he was buried under pounds of soft, warm, and dry clothes. 

He was lost. And the static from the clothes continued to shock him. He may have been a measly speck, but he was still human. Still flesh. And he still took all the shocks. It was a miracle he was still alive. Right now he probably considered that a curse. If he was in any condition to be paying attention, he would have noticed the weight atop of him lessening, as Leslie removed the clothes and put them away. And it got lighter and lighter until everything was removed from him and he was shown the world once more, looking up at his sister standing over him, simply putting her laundry away, nonethewiser of her brother's miserable predicament. 

---

Leslie had gone downstairs and retrieved her laundry from the dryer. Bringing it upstairs, she started putting it away. She was nearly finished with everything, only having a pair of socks, a couple shirts, and underwear left, when Jen came into her room to show her something. 
"Hey, look what I have!" Jen said, showing Leslie a few bottles she had in her hand. "I figured since we worked so hard cleaning the place, we could do this, then maybe go see a movie?"

"Oh, yeah! That sounds fun," Leslie said, picking up the socks from her laundry bin. "What's that color?"

"This is my favorite, it's called 'Prized Possessions Purple', I know, stupid, but it's cool," Jen said as she opened the bottle a bit and let Leslie take a look. 

"Eh, it's alright. I think the green one is better," Leslie said as she shoved her socks into her drawer. "I just have to put these away then we can do it!" Leslie quickly shoved the rest of her clothes into her drawer and headed out into the living room.

Jen and Leslie took seats around the table in the living room, and Jen set the bottles out. All together there was four: Orange, Purple, Green, and Blue. After more debate than there should have been, the two decided on how they were to be divided. They could have easily used the same color, but chose not to, simply because they didn't want to. Jen would be painting her fingernails Blue and toenails Purple, while Leslie took Orange and Green for her finger and toes. 

Jen grabbed the blue bottle of nail polish and gave it a quick shake, and did the same with the Purple one before setting it down and opening up the blue one and began to paint her fingernails. One normally isn't supposed to shake the nail polish, and Jen probably should have known this, but by doing so, she may have inadvertently saved her own brother's life.

---

Mike watched from below as his sister's large hand reached down into his cage and lifted up the sock he was still stuck to. Though, he wasn't as stuck as before, and even in his dazed consciousness he could tell he was starting to fall from the sock. What did he care anymore though? How could this possibly get any worse? Well, he was about to find out. 

Mike was just waiting for Leslie to shove him and the sock in the drawer already, but it never came. Instead he just faced varied movements as she moved about a bit, and he caught glimpses of Jen coming it. It appeared as if she was holding something, but he wasn't sure what it was. All the while, Mike felt himself peeling ever so more off the sock, and slowly regaining his normal consciousness. And then, Mike felt himself move slowly ahead, and looking down saw one of the things Jen was holding. And then Mike fell. 

The free fall awoke Mike from his daze, but it was too late as he was already falling in the air, towards the object Jen was holding. But, what was it? As he fell closer, the top of the object was removed, and Mike saw a pool of purple liquid in it. And he fell closer, and closer, until he landed right in the gap and splashed into the purple pool, before the lid was sealed back on. And finally coming back to his senses, and getting a whiff of what he was swimming in, he finally understood what Jen was holding. A bottle of nail polish.

As Mike splashed down, he went under for a brief second, and as a result, he was purple. Everything on him was purple now. His clothes, his skin, his hair, everything about him was a perfect match, blending in with the pool he was treading it. If he had been big enough to see, no one would even recognize him as anything other than nail polish. Thankfully, he had managed to close his eyes before splashing down, but now he had to keep them shut, or risk getting his vision covered. 

While thicker than water, the nail polish wasn't exactly making Mike float, and he had to continuously tread it to stay up, something he really didn't have the energy for. He had managed to survive the washing machine due to pure luck of an air hole, but this was a glass bottle...the only air pocket was way above him. He would never get up there. Would that be how he died? Drowned in his own sister's nail polish? What a pathetic way to die. 

He could fell the rhythmic movement of his sister as she went somewhere, before setting the bottle containing her own brother down on some surface. Mike was losing energy, and soon he wouldn't be able to keep afloat. He started saying his goodbyes to his family in his head. He knew they weren't trying to kill him, but that's just how things work out when you're only a speck. At least they wouldn't have to know they did this. Mike's legs gave out as he started to sink, which was counteracted as the bottle was lifted, and began to be violently shaken.

For a few mere seconds, Mike was pinballed around the nail polish bottle, hitting several hard walls and getting beat up quite a bit, but overall nothing too terrible, at least given the situation. When he was all over, Mike was sure he was dead, but it was quite the opposite. He was prepared to breath in gallons of purple polish, but instead, he only got air. As it turns out, Jen shaking the nail polish bottle had created a small pocket of air against the side of the bottle, which her tiny brother now inhabited, providing him air to breath and a means to stay out of the pool.

It wasn't the freshest of air, but it was air, and he took what he could. Feeling the cool glass bottle against, he face, Mike hesitantly opened it eyes, and found it free of nail polish, allowing him to see outside. Of course, his view was obscured by the massive digits of Jen's toes, perched right in front of the bottle he was in. He saw little bits of dirt and debris stuck to them and the sole of her foot, and recalled the time when that was him. He felt a tinge of sympathy for those objects on his sister's foot. Through the gaps in her toes, he could see past them and towards Jen who was nonchalantly painting her fingernails and chatting with her sister as if nothing was going on, as if her own brother was in danger right at her feet. Because to her that was the case. 

Mike stayed against the wall and watched as his sisters did their nails for several minutes. It was quite boring, honestly. He could breath right now, yeah, but what if he was stuck in here? From what he knew with his sisters, sometimes nail polish just sat in their rooms for months on end without being used. Mike would be sure to die of boredom if he had to stay in this bottle for more than one day. Mike didn't even bother calling out to his sisters. They would never hear it, and he was still covered in purple. He blended right in to everything. And then he saw Jen's hand reached over lift up the bottle he was in, and the brush behind him lifted upward, carrying massive amounts of polish with it. 

Again and again Mike watched as she took the brush out, painted a nail, and put it back in. It was a video in repeat except it wasn't a video, it was his life. On a few occasions the brush had come close to smacking into Mike, but he still stay fixated against the wall. That didn't last long though, as the familiar crash of the brush happened next to Mike, but now it moved over and easily enveloped him, and grabbed a hold of him. Mike was dragged along the side of the bottle by the brush, picking up more polish as it went. The bristles were nowhere near as massive and menacing as the broom from the kitchen, but it wasn't the normal small size it should have been. And then Mike was held beneath the surface once more, before being lifted up with the brush, along with a massive amount of nail polish as well. 

Mike wasn't holding on to the brush, but he didn't really need to, as the stickiness of the polish held him in place as it was. Through all the polish, he couldn't see much, and only felt the movement of the brush as it lowered towards what he assumed was a toenail. And then the impact happened, and Mike crashed into the nail and was rubbed and rolled across it not once, but twice as it the lifted again and did another coat on the nail. He was not, however, stuck on the nail, rather being lifted up with the brush, ready to get re-coated in the polish. 

Mike splashed down into the bottle again, and was rubbed against the sides, and submerged for too many times in one day, before being lifted again and carried over a nail. Mike and the brushed crashed down onto the nail, this time coming loose from the brush and being painted onto the nail. One would not call his position comfortable: One arm was twisted and stuck behind his back, and the other angled and above his head. His legs were crossed and planted one on top the other. It was actually rather painful, but he had no time to move as the brush returned and put another coat of polish over him, weighing him down and not allowing him to move freely. Then the brush vanished and Mike was left with a view of Jen staring down, not at him, but at her newly painted toes.

Mike tried in vain to move his arms and legs, but he could only manage a twitch, which did nothing to alleviate the uncomfortable position he found himself in. And it only got worse and he could already feel the polish start to dry and harder around him. It was bad enough he had just been painted onto his sister's toenail like he was polish himself, but to be stuck like this was worse. 

Mike saw Jen's face get closer and closer to her nails, and then heard the loud blow of her breath, and felt the breeze hit him from where he was. She was blowing on her nails to dry them, and her face was getting ever so closer to Mike's position. Another blow of breath, and a stronger breeze, and Mike's heartbeat grew faster as he knew was was coming. A louder blow and a stronger breath. She was right next to him. And then the view of her cheek was replaced by the mouth of Jen, mere inches away from him. He was never this close to someone's face. He was literally inches away from his sister, inches away from a potential way out of this hell, but he was helplessly stuck in the polish, and then it started.

The slightly dry and chapped lips of his sister formed into a circle. It was intimidating to Mike, her lips could easily have covered his body, and that was a truly terrifying thought. He was somewhat thankful he didn't end up in there. His situation was no vacation, but he'd be stuck on a toenail any day before being shoved inside someone's mouth. And then the breath started, and Mike was hit with a blast of air that smelt of old food. The invisible yet forceful air spread across Mike's already covered body and only helped to  dry the polish further. And Mike was helpless as he was cemented to Jen's toenail, still in his awkward position. And that was how he found himself covered in purple, and painted onto the purple toenail of his older sister's fourth toe. And Jen moved over to her pinky toe to finish her nails completely, pulling her head back and continuing her chat with Leslie. Finished, she moved her feet back to the floor and stood up, making Mike feel as insignificant and pitiful as ever as he stared upwards at his massive sister standing miles above him.

---

Jen and Leslie sat down at the couch in the living room and began painting their nails, starting first with their fingers. While doing so, they chatted and had a nice time, reconciling the differences they had and wanting to spend time together for Jen had moved out. Leslie was happy to know she was the first and only person to know about it, but reluctantly decided to keep it a secret for now. 

After painting her toenails a nice shade of purple, Jen sat back and admired them. As far as she was concerned, her brother was elsewhere in the world doing whatever with his friend. Nowhere in her mind was there a though that the very same toenails she was admiring had her own younger brother stuck on them in a coat of nail polish she had applied herself. She had no idea she was staring directly at her younger brother, so how then would she know of the hell she was going to put him through, she she set her feet down and stood up, as she and Leslie walked off and got ready to leave for the movies. 

"We should wear flip flops so everyone can see our toes," Leslie said, as they prepared to leave. "It's a nice day out anyway."
"Yeah, good idea," Jen said as she slipped on her faded pink flip flops. She had had them for years, and they were pretty worn out, but weren't totally destroyed, so she kept them. 

The two of them had somehow managed to decide on which movie to see, and were now heading out to the theater. Leslie, still new to driving, practically begged Jen to let her take the wheel, but Jen was having none of it. Her car was still fairly new and she wasn't going to risk having anything happen to it. 

The drive to the theater was simple. They chatted, listened to the radio, and soon it was over as they entered the building and got tickets for the movie, before finding some good seats, with a nice railing in front of them. Not only did they not have to deal with someone possibly sitting in front of them, they got to rest their legs up on the rail. And they did so, as the movie started and the room went dark. 

---

Mike was on a roller coaster of hell. And he didn't like roller coasters to begin with. Completely immobilized, covered in purple, and stuck to his sister's toenail, Mike was flung around with the world's best seat belt, keeping him in place as he moved. While far from pleasant, Mike was simply glad that he was above her toe, and not below it. That had been a horrific experience. This was simply unfun. 

While getting motion sickness, Mike's only view was upwards at his sister Jen as she walked somewhere. She seemed so far away, but he had to remind himself he was literally touching her. Not in the way he ever thought he would, but he was. Being right below her, Mike was unable to see her face, being miles above him and being partially blocked off by her breasts. Not that it mattered. Being able to see her wouldn't miraculously make her see him. She had been right next to him and didn't see him. Now he was down here. He just accepted the fact he was stuck.

After several more steps, Mike felt a change of pace, and watched as the foot crawl across the ground, before a giant pink archway passed by overhead. Mike was confused at first. What in the world was that? An arch? There were no arches in his house. But once Jen started walking again Mike figured it out from the sound. The distinctive clap and smack of flip flop hitting heel let Mike realize she had put her shoes on. Which meant...they were going somewhere.

He had never even considered that. She was leaving the house, leaving his only real safe place. He was all of the sudden more glad for this bond of polish that held him to his sister. What if he ended up coming loose while she was outside? Or at some crowded place? He would be doomed. He was also rather thankful for her choice of footwear. Mike recalled the short time inside Leslie's socks. If Jen had worn those, and then shoved them inside a shoe on top of that...It wouldn't have been pretty. He simply tried to look at the bright side of things. He was firmly stuck with his sister, and he would get some fresh air. That was all he had going for him right now, so he held on to it.

The harsh sunlight blasted Mike in the face, blinding him with no means of covering his eyes, forcing him to close them or risk damage. He was left with the motion of Jen walking and slapping of her flip flops as she walked down across the lawn, the smack of the concrete porch changing to the soft crunch of the grass stalks. If she was heading in the grass, she must be heading to her car! This continued until he heard the sound of a door opening, and movement shift as the sun disappeared behind the hulking metal behemoth that was Jen's car.

Mike was given a view from below the steering wheel, as Jen shifted her foot and set it on the brake. He could see her happy and smiling, the opposite of his feelings. The other door shut and Mike was a little shocked to see Leslie climb into the passenger seat, at least from what he could see from his vantage point. It seemed they were having a girl's day. Too bad they didn't know their brother was with them, not that he was bringing much to the table. 

The ride was rather peaceful, given the circumstances. Jen mostly stayed put, only occasionally moving to the brake, but even that was calming. Part of it was his location, not being smashed underneath a body part, but also the nice music they had playing up above. It almost made him feel like he was normal again, and really going on the trip. But just looking at his view diminished that thought and he was reminded of his true position. Nevertheless, he savored this peaceful moment and hoped it lasted. Falling off her toenail was the last thing he wanted when they were out. 

After another trip outside in the sun, a building overtook him and he could open his eyes again. It was almost impossible for him to tell where they were because of his view, but he soon began to understand as his limited range of vision showed rows and rows of chairs. And it became obvious once he was lifted high into the air, and set back down, now staring at his sisters while they sat in seats munching on popcorn and other snacks. 

A movie theater! Well, that would be nice and pleasant. No moving required. He found it kind of unfair that after being dragged all the way here against his will, he wouldn't even get to see the movie, rather just the reactions of his sisters and people behind them, but that was trivial. The next hour or so simply dragged on for Mike. Firmly stuck in place, he could do nothing but stay there in his awkward position, listening to what sounded like a funny movie, and staring at his sisters pay absolutely no attention to him. It was, for lack of a better word, boring. That was, until his world started to move again.

Jen's flip flop foot lowered down to the ground, and Mike watched as her enormous hand approached his location. Only this time, her hand was actually heading for his exact location, not near him. Mike saw her finger mash down onto the nail right next to him and begin to lightly scrape against it. It was a mere itch Jen wanted to scratch, and did it lightly not wanting to chip her nail polish. But, she did chip it, ever so slightly, at the exact spot her brother was. Mike heard a small pop as he very slightly moved, however, he was still stuck to the nail polish. Just a chip of it though. A chip that was no longer stuck to the nail. As such, this chip easily fell from Jen's foot as she lifted it once again to place on the railing. And the chip landed softly onto the floor of the theater below, right beneath Jen. 

Mike was getting worried. He was now on the floor, and no longer on his sister. And worst of all, he was still stuck with a bit of the polish, keeping him stuck in his position and unable to move. Mike was scared. What if Jen and Leslie left, and he was stuck here? More people would come, or they would clean the place up. He didn't like either of those options, but there really was nothing he could do about it, except sit there and wait. And that's what he did. 

The next several minutes let Mike laying there in worry, but it didn't last long as overhead he saw the massive flip flop of Jen's falling towards the floor again. And it slammed down, just a few feet from his position, and the breeze from it hit the chip he was on, and caused it to flip over. And now Mike was face to face with the floor, and it was now he realized just how gross and disgusting it was. Mike knew move theater floors got a bad rep, but know he knew just how justified it was. He could already tell just how sticky it was, from various spills that remained there, and he already felt himself violated by it's filth. And before he could even wonder how it could get worse, it did, as an enormous weight pressed down onto him, and mashed him further into the sticky floor. 

There was nothing but black and pressure for a few seconds, until Mike was ripped from the floor, and brought up into the air, before a half second later he was sent rushing back downwards and slammed back into the filthy floor. And it happened again. And again. As it was, the chip had also gotten the sticky residue on it, and Jen had happened to step on it, and thus was now stuck to the sole of her flip flop. And by extension, her younger brother was also stuck to the sole of her flip flop as she mashed it down uncaringly onto the floor, again and again. 

---

Jen and Leslie walked out of the theater and back towards the car. They had enjoyed the movie, but were ready to get home and do their own thing for some time. The ride home was the same as before, but it took longer as they hit a few more red lights. But they eventually did get home, and when they did, Jen went to her room, kicked off her flip flops, and went about the rest of her day.

---

Mike was continually pressed into the floor by his sister simply walking. Jen was not going easy on her steps, but why would she? Having a living, breathing person stuck under one's shoe, let alone one's brother, was not something that crossed someone's mind. It was just her old shoes, who cared what she stepped on, right? Just a place for dirt, and that's what Mike was becoming as the sticky residue coating his body easily picked up dirt, dust, and other debris from the floor. It covered and stuck to him and the chip around him, turning the purple speck he was into a standard speck of dirt on the sole of Jen's flip flop, fitting in with the hundreds of little specks also there. 

The trip got worse when the plush carpet of the building turned into the brutal concrete of the sidewalk, and the rough pavement of the road. And it got worse still as Jen got into her car, and Mike was shoved face first into the filthy brake pedal. Her car was fairly new, but it had already accumulated quite a bit of dirt and other crud onto the pedals, and her brother was now being mashed into that. Whatever part of Mike's sticky body wasn't covered with dirt, was covered now. And then he was lifted from the brake, only to be slammed into the gas pedal. 

This car trip was much less peaceful and enjoyable than the last. Mike was constantly being mashed between the gas and the brake as Jen needed to switch. The dirt caked onto Mike was only encouraged to stick more to him, sealing him as his fate as dirt even more so than he already was. It bugged Mike a lot. His sister was simply driving, something she didn't several times before, something he did! But now it was an instrument of pure hell for him. He was tired of his. Tired of being literal dirt to his sisters while they just went about their day. Just...tired. But it was not time for sleep yet. 

After a good twenty minutes of pedal switching and dirt mashing, Mike was freed from that hell as Jen made her way out from the car back inside the home. Mike did have two things to be happy about: He had stayed with his sister and returned home and....the sun wasn't in his eyes anymore. Mike felt the familiar crush of Jen going upstairs to her room, but he made no motion of a reaction. Partly because he couldn't move, and partly because he was just drained. And then the flip flop was flung off Jen's foot, landing on it's side, and Mike could only stare out into the world he was no longer apart of. And he simply just remained stuck as a lowly piece of dirt stuck to his sister's flip flop. If that was where he belonged, then so be it. Mike did the only thing he could do, and closed his eyes. 

"I see I wasn't invited to the movies," Molly said, after hearing what her sisters had done earlier. 
"Well," Jen said, picking up a few assorted items from her floor to put away. "You didn't help us clean the house."
"Fair enough," Molly said. "Anyway, I just wanted your advice on what to wear."
"Oh yeah, you have that thing. Isn't this for work, though? Why does it matter what you wear? Is it a boy?"
"Maybe," Molly said hiding a grin. "He only sees me in my uniform, now he can see what I really look like."
"Who is this boy? Is it that Thomas guy?"
"What? No," Molly said. "I think he was fired anyway. He hasn't shown up for work in days. Kind of vanish off the face of the Earth. Anyway, which shoes go with this outfit?" She held out a two different pairs of flats while holding up a nice blouse. 
Jen leaned in a little closer, before deciding on a pair she thought looked best. Once happy, Molly left to get ready to head out and attend the meeting at her job. Jen meanwhile took the flip flops she was holding, that she had previously just left discarded on her floor, and placed them proper in her closet. She then went about her day as normal.

---

Mike felt like a common piece of dirt. No. Mike was dirt. He felt as if he and chip of polish had been embedded into the soft foam of his sister's flip flop, but to be honest he had no idea. His view was so limited and everything around him looked the same. Did it matter though? For all intents and purposes, he had been embedded to the dirty sole. His sister had trampled on him like he was nothing, but was this his life now? He always thought that soon he would just get big again, but would he? Would he ever get big? Or would he just spend the rest of his miserable, short life as dirt on Jen's shoe? He didn't know. He wasn't even sure if he wanted to know the answer. All he could do was just stay stuck there until something happened.

He had no idea how much time had passed. There was no means of telling time down here. No means of gauging events. All he could really tell was when Jen came in or out of her room. That didn't tell him much of anything. So he just stayed there. Seconds felt like minutes, minutes felt like hours. Boredom was taking hold of him. He wasn't sure what the worse pain was. Being trampled by his sister, or being unable to move anything but his eyes. Torture is torture, whatever shape it takes. And this was plain torture. 

After some unknown amount of time had passed, Mike felt the weightless feeling as he was lifted high into the air. Vertigo set in as he was moved about rapidly after spending so much time immobile. Through what he could see and make out, it seemed Jen and Molly were talking. About what, he didn't care. He briefly made out the form of Molly as he moved about. It looked like she was holding stuff. When the world finally settled, he was facing Molly and saw she was holding a pair of shoes and some shirt. Mike was pushed forward a little and found himself staring down at the opening to her shoes. Well, it was a good thing he was embedded to Jen's flip flops. Except...he wasn't as stuck as he thought, as Mike and the polish chip fell from Jen's flip flop and floated gently down into one of Molly's flats.

Mike looked up from inside Molly's flat as she made no notice of the tiny object falling into her shoe. He began to slide down towards the toe section of the shoe as Molly's face vanished from view. Well, this wasn't good. Mike had to deal with feet before, and with shoes before, but never feet inside of shoes. Maybe she just wouldn't wear these shoes! But then, he'd still be stuck in here. It wasn't like he could really move. So he did nothing. And then the shoe he was in was titled back, and he found himself tumbling back towards the other end, until it leveled out, and he was left staring up at his sister.

She looked down at his position with a smile on her face, as if taunting him of his position. But she was nonethewiser. And soon her face was covered as her foot, speckled with bits of dirt here and there, became his sky. And the sky was falling. The toes Mike was already familiar with turned towards him as if they wished to end him, but they did not, rather landing ahead of him. But the sky continued to fall, and tilt around Mike, until the only thing he had left to see was the dirt-ridden heel of her foot. And then that swiftly collapsed on top of him with it's crushing weight, forcing his face and body into it's caked in dirt.

For the next fifteen or so minutes, Mike was eating foot. Molly pulled no steps as she moved about. Human being beneath her foot? Her own brother, nonetheless? Such thoughts never even entered her mind. Her steps only made a clack as they hit the ground, and she in no way heard, or even felt, the miserable sobbing of her brother against her heel with every step she took. On occasion her heel slipped out, albeit briefly, of her flat, and with it, her brother was taken up with it, now a fixture on her heel, before being slammed back down. The back of the polish chip had collected dirt as well, and was now blending in with the dirt already on her heel. Mike had now fused with her foot, become one with it. He was no longer her brother, he was dirt that would one day get cleaned off. 

But it still didn't end, and Mike was crushed and battered for several many more minutes. Mike couldn't believe his sister was simply going about her day as normal. How could a normal day for her, be such hell for him? It was unbelievable, and yet, it was happening. This was his reality. And he couldn't see how this was going to end.

---

Molly had just finished the meeting she had for work, and was sitting at a table. Darrin was right over there, but she was a little to nervous to go over and talk to him. Her legs crossed, and shoe dangling from her toes, Molly mindlessly reached down and starting rubbing her heel. She wasn't really even aware she was doing it, focusing more on the boy. Her friend Agitha sat down at the table across from her with a sandwich she had just gotten, and urged her to just go and talk to him. 

Molly removed her hand and, briefly seeing a piece of dirt or whatever, flicked it over her shouldn't, not even paying attention to where it landed. After taking a bite of her sandwich, Agitha again urged Molly to just talk to him, and after a couple tries, she got up, and went over to him. 

---

Mike no longer felt the constant berating pressure beating down upon him, but he was still firmly squished into his sister's heel, and thus couldn't see a thing. All he could really smell was foot for that matter, and it didn't particularly smell good. Without warning, his home was invaded, and Mike and the chip where ripped from their dwelling, and uprooted from Molly's foot by her finger, and soon Mike began rising. Before he could even be happy about being removed from her foot, he caught the glance of Molly looking down at him, before he was violently removed from her finger and falling elsewhere.

Mike wasn't sure where he had landed, but it looked like a spongy landscape. He did know who he had landed near, though. Looking up from his position, he saw the massive form of his sister's coworker and friend, Agitha. She was looking over to the right, paying no attention as her fingers gripped the landscape Mike was on, and brought it up towards her mouth. And then Mike knew he was on a sandwich, a sandwich heading straight for this girl's mouth. And he could do nothing.

Mike felt his heart beating faster than he ever thought it could as he was lifted up, and approached Agitha's awaiting maw. This was it, was it? After everything, he was going to be eaten. Not even by his sister's, or mom. Just by some girl. Maybe it was better that way? Mike couldn't bear to watch, and shut his eyes tight as he went closer to her slowly opening mouth. And then he felt the bread around him curve inward, but he was not dead yet. Opening his eyes, Mike was greeted to a sight of a white wall in front of him, as he was pulled back. He not only saw, but heard the slice of turkey protest fruitlessly as it was torn apart by Agitha's teeth, and sucked into the cavern of death. And he was held eye level with her mouth, and could only watch in terror at the massacre going on inside the cave, seeing bits of turkey and bread torn to shreds and ravaged and mangled and mixed with saliva becoming a giant mess of gook and mush before it vanished behind the horizon that was her throat. And Mike could do nothing but wait until it was his turn. 

Mike was moving again, and he knew this was it. He prepared as best as anyone could seconds away from death, but then, it stopped. He felt himself lowered a bit and, looking up, saw a face of mild disgust staring down at him. This was changed to two giant digits entombing him, removing him from his bread landscape, before he was carelessly tossed away and towards the floor. 

It hadn't hit Mike yet, with what he had just gone through, but now safe from that situation, it started to dawn on him, and he became worried. He was no longer with Molly. He was on the floor, by himself. What if Molly left, what would happen to him? He wanted to call out to her, do something, but he could do nothing. He found himself wishing Molly would step on him, and carry him back. He didn't want to think of what would happen otherwise. 

Mike watched as Molly was heading in his direction again, and was beginning to feel a bit relieved. Past experience had told him she would without a doubt step on his tiny form, and he would get stuck with her and be taken home. It was no big deal, right. That's how things had been the past day, so it would only make sense for it to keep happening. Mike wasn't really thinking though, because that didn't happen. Molly approached his position, but her flat actually landed a few mere inches away from her brother, and the force created actually caused Mike and the polish chip to be swooped away by the small gust, and carried to beneath their table, before he settled down between the shoes of Molly's friend Agitha. 

He heard Molly take a seat behind him, but his view was of a sky miles above, that was really the underside of a table. Moving his eyes he saw Agitha's chucks. Even at his size he could tell they were pretty worn out. He was so close to Molly, and his only chance to get back home, but there was nothing he could do. He was thankful at least that he was still near her, he figured it could have been worse. Lost in thought, Mike didn't notice Agitha's shoe move, until it was already above him, and he watched as the scuffed up sole came down upon him.

Just a few moments ago Mike was nearly eaten by the same girl he now found himself beneath. He found it mildly funny, but altogether discomforting. There was nothing pleasurable about being stuck under someone's shoe, Mike found. He had experienced it before, but at least they were moving, and he had some fresh air. This girl was keeping her foot still, and Mike could only breath in the air of dirty rubber, as it invaded his nostrils too. It didn't smell too well. After a few minutes of blinding darkness cause by this shoe, light and air bathed Mike, as he watched the titanic shoe go vertical above him, before reaching it's peak, and slamming back down onto him.

Light returned once more as Mike got the similar view of her shoe rising, and again colliding with his body. The impact from the rubber sole was brutal, and the floor beneath offered little cushion, but the shoe didn't care, and continued it's assault. On occasion Mike and the polish chip were brought up along with the sole, only to get the full impact as it again plummeted towards the ground and crashed them into the floor. Again and again Mike had to endure the torturous shoe as it rose and fell upon his body, smashing him into the dirty rubber with no regard for his well being. To Agitha, the simple act of tapping her foot was harmless: no one was getting hurt. Though she was unaware of the tiny human life trapped beneath her shoe, whom she was unknowingly torturing with such a simple action. And nobody being harmed, she kept doing it.

Mike was continually getting beaten by this shoe, but, who really cared? Clearly not the person doing it to him. Well, someone must have cared, because a few minutes later the tapping stopped, taking pity on the miserable form of Mike. The giant chuck rose off of him, and planted itself toe first on the floor directly in front of him. He was finally free from the rubber hell he was trapped beneath. The peace didn't last long, as Agitha moved her chuck forward, and in the action, brushed the tiny polish chip Mike was stuck on. It was easily flicked away by the massive shoe and skidded across the ground before taking rest a few inches away--at the base of Molly's flats. 

Mike recognized the shoes from earlier, they belong to his sister. He was back, he was right there, right next to Molly! All she had to do was step on him. And sure enough, just a couple seconds after he landed, Molly shifted her feet, and Mike's view was changed to that of the decorative tread of Molly's flats, as they came down on his tiny body. Mike found himself not pressed against the rubber of her shoes, rather between the treads on them. It was still by no means pleasurable, but so long as it got him home, he didn't care. Of course, it didn't though, as Molly shifted her foot onto her toes, leaving Mike on the ground behind them. And with a simple motion, Mike was again flicked away by the movement, and he skidded across the ground, this time landing in the pathway behind where Molly was sitting. 

The situation hit Mike harder than the shoe had. His sister had just kicked him away from her. He was once again left alone in the middle of the floor. Maybe this wasn't as easy as he thought it was going to be. It was about to get worse as looking ahead, Mike saw a giant four-wheeled monster approaching his position. From what he could tell, it looked almost like a stroller. Regardless of what it was, it was approaching fast, and soon the giant wheel was right upon Mike as it easily enveloped him.

The wheel of the stroller crushed down on top of Mike, mashing his body into the wretched filth it had no doubt rolled over many times before in the past. He was just it's latest victim. He and the chip were easily attached to the wheel as it rolled around a full spin before squashing Mike into the floor again, releasing him. The respite was shorter than ever as the other wheel ran Mike over. It wasn't over yet, though, as the giant orange flip flop of the mother crashed down on Mike uncaringly, and carried him for a few steps before he was thrown off towards the ground, and finally landed atop a shaggy, rough mat.

While the nail polish still held him in place and kept him for being sure, Mike was confident his body was badly beaten at this point. After the whole nail polish ordeal he had been trodden on several times, and was even just run over. His right arm, currently bent and plastered behind his back, was in a great deal of pain. Perhaps the immobilizing nail polish was actually saving him from an even greater deal of pain? None of that mattered currently as something, Mike wasn't even sure, stepped down on him, grating his face against the rough strands of the mat he was on, and dug him a little deeper in. He was still near the top, but he could see deeper in, at least until it turned pitch black. If he was jammed down there, he would never see the light of day again... As if to make matters worse, out of the corner of his eye, Mike saw someone who, he assumed worked here, heading right for this direction carrying and broom and dustpan.

Although he didn't see it, Mike heard the awful scratching noise of the straw broom scraping against the mat. And it sounded like it was getting closer. Mike accepted his fate. Either he was being pushed into this mat forever, or he was getting swept up and tossed with the trash. He saw no way out of this mess. And when he heard the broom crash down next to him, he said his goodbyes as it slammed into him and brushed him off the mat towards the awaiting dustpan. 

But he was never tossed into it. Rather, he and polish chip were caught up in the loose straws of the broom. And he was lifted up shortly, before slamming down into the rough mat, and proceeded to be dragged across it, helping to push the debris towards the dustpan, each sweep threating to toss him in there as well, but the broom didn't let go. And two more times he was dragged across the mat, until it was over, and Mike was given a chance to rest, as the broom was placed on the rack, suspended above the ground, and left be. He wasn't trash...yet, but he was miles away from Molly. He didn't want to admit it, but he was never getting home.

---

Molly took a seat back at the table with Agitha and told her about what had happened. Then then discussed whatever topics they wanted to discuss. At one point, a mother leaving the store was coming through, and Molly courteously scooted her chair up, allowing room for the mother to pass with her stroller. After several more minutes of talking, Molly decided it was time to go home, but before leaving, she remember something. She had to go speak with her manager about taking a day off. She quickly hurried behind the counter and towards the office. In the crowded path in the back of the store, Molly moved aside allowing someone to go through, not realizing she hit the brooms hanging on the wall. After it was done, she spoke with her manager, and went on home.

---

Mike was simply waiting for someone to come and grab the broom and toss him to oblivious, but it didn't come. And it never would come, as the broom was soon hit with a force, knocking Mike loose, and he began to fall towards the floor. But the floor changed, and Mike was now falling towards the gap between someone's foot and the inside of their flat...Wait, Mike recognized them again. It was Molly! And then Mike was happy as he fell into his sister's shoe, and landed beneath the ball of her foot. And once the euphoria of being reunited with his sister wore off, he began to get upset as he realized where he was. And then Molly moved, sealing Mike into the darkness of her shoe once more.

Mike was mashed into the insole of Molly's flat as she began to walk. In his position, her weight crushed him more than before and he felt the difference. His face was pressed into a layer of grime that had accumulated from multiple uses of the shoe. It was minor to someone normal sized, but to Mike it was completely and utterly disgusting. A slimy layer of dirt and sweat and gook all meshed together squeezed into Mike. Was this was people walked on when they wore shoes? No wonder feet smelled bad, Mike was ready to gag. But Molly continued on, oblivious to her younger brother's plight beneath her foot.

After many wretched, torturous minutes, which felt like an eternity to Mike, had passed, Molly had returned home. She went to her room and slipped off her flats, giving her brother the air he most desperately needed. But it was short lived as he was still stuck to her foot, and was soon pressed into the soft carpet as she began to walk. He had to admit, the carpet felt much better than the insole of her flat. It might as well have been a vacation. It wasn't. But it was the best he was going to get for now. 

Mike was shoved face first into the carpet, and soon onto the tile floor as Molly made her way to the kitchen for dinner. Mike was coated with not only the nail polish, but a layer of grime from Molly's shoes. He was nothing more than a mere speck of crud on her foot as she sat down at the table. Once again Mike was with his family for dinner, but once again they didn't even know it. Before he had to deal with Leslie playing with the lint ball he had been stuck in, but he didn't even get that luxury tonight. His existence wasn't even a consideration for Molly, as she showed no regard for the worthless specks of dirt on her foot she didn't even truly know where there. 

Mike lost count of how many times he had pressed pressed to the dirty floor, but it didn't matter at this point. He was resigned to the fact that he wasn't going to be getting any food tonight. He had lucked out yesterday, but things had only gotten worse for him. And they were only about to get worse still, as the night wasn't over for Mike. Having finisher her meal, Molly made her way to the bathroom. After enough battered blows to his body, enough was enough and Mike and the polish chip were flung off Molly's foot and landed upon the bathroom floor as she was leaving. 

Mike, having landed face down, was unsure of what has happening around him, other than the fact he was no longer stuck to his sister's foot. For which, he was thankful. But after a few hours of hearing the occasional person enter and exit the bathroom, action occured again as someone came in, and their foot landed squarely on the minuscule form of Mike and the chip. As it was, Jen had come into the bathroom to take her nightly shower, and had unknowingly stepped on the tiny form of her brother, who was now stuck to her foot as she took another step towards the shower.

Mike was trodden on again as he heard the muffled sound of water running. It sounded almost like...the shower! Helpless, Mike was lifted into the air as with any other step, but his destination changed from the floor, to right atop of the shower drain. Mike was terrified as his sister's foot splashed down onto the drain in the shower, and rather than being crushed, Mike was given the view of the dark abyss that was the drain. In a fraction of a second, the scalding water from the shower splashed across Mike, threatening to release him from Jen's foot and drop him into the drain below. Mike could feel the polish chip around him begin to disintegrate from the water, freeing his limbs, but also his body from the hold it had on the foot. Mike felt himself starting to peel from Jen's foot, desperately trying to hold on to anything to avoid falling into the abyss.

In the same fraction of a second, Jen had placed her foot down and felt the heat of the water, hotter than usual. Instinctively, she reacted and flung her foot backwards off the water. In doing so, she tossed her little brother from her foot, saving his life from falling down into the drain. But Mike was flying somewhere, and where that was was not going to be any vacation. 

Mike's body was moving. His limbs were moving. He was free from the chip of nail polish that had stuck him in place oh so long ago. His arms were free to flap about as he went soaring through the air. His legs flipped over as he rolled through the air. He was easily disoriented from the motion he was in. Even still, he felt an unbearable sharp paint jutting from his right arm. The constant movement certainly didn't help matters. Mike wasn't really sure where he was going, or where he even was aside from inside the bathroom. And finally, after a second or two, Mike crash landed into a forest of white and green poles.

Mike was okay. He kept his eyes close as his mind caught up with his body. He didn't move, but still his arm was in turmoil. The sound of running water was soozing to his ears, just about the only thing soothing to him at this point. He slowly opened his eyes and found he was caught up in giant green strands. They had been holding him in place, and he noticed he was suspended well above the ground, at least, what to him was the ground. Mike surveyed the area around where he was and saw what was clearly the bathroom sink, and in the far distance across the sink laid the top tank of the toilet. Well thank  goodness he hadn't ended up in there. Mike looked around a bit more, and as he reconstructed the bathroom layout in his mind, he noticed one thing he couldn't see, which must have been where he was. It was then he realized he was stuck in the bristles of someone's toothbrush.

Mike knew he would have to get down eventually, but at the moment he felt safe. Jen was taking a shower, and he knew she usually took long ones. Right now, Mike was focusing on something more important: his arm. The pain in his right arm had died down now that he wasn't flying through the air, but he quickly realized the bigger issue. His arm wouldn't move. It wouldn't listen to him. It was basically dead weight. Mike was no doctor, so he couldn't say for sure if it was broken or not, but he did know that not being able to move it wasn't good. He also became aware that although free from the chip of nail polish, he was still coated purple. Of course the water wouldn't have washed it off of him, that's basically how nail polish worked. Still, that was the least of his issues right now. 

Mike tried to climb his way down the toothbrush bristles, but found it pretty hard. His limp arm made it only harder, and the slippery coating on the bristles made him risk falling with no soft landing below. To top it all off, the overwhelming scent of mint invaded his body and nose. Granted, it smelled a hell of a lot better than feet or shoes, but Mike wasn't particularly found of mint. After awhile, Mike had gotten nowhere, and Jen was finishing with her shower. Not really acknowledging what was happening, Mike was given the full view of his naked sister as she stepped out of the shower. 

He felt ashamed. They were family, yeah. And he knew that Jen had seen him naked when he was a kid before, but it just didn't feel right now. Mike turned away and shut his eyes and drifted his thoughts elsewhere. Whose toothbrush was this? The bristles were green, right? Mike knew it wasn't his then, he had gotten a blue one. That sucked, if he had gotten in his he would have been safe. Of course he had to land in someone else's. But whose? Jen kept hers somewhere else to "keep it clean". That sounded like her. That left Molly and Leslie. A loud clank snapped Mike from his thoughts and brought him back to his puny reality. He must have been thinking for way longer than he thought. Jen had already left, and someone else was standing in front of the sink. Mike looked down at the source of the noise and identified a large tube of toothpaste, and looked up at the figure to see the form of his younger sister Leslie standing there, looking in the mirror. 

---

Leslie wanted until Jen was finished in the bathroom before heading in there to brush her teeth. She stilled planned on staying up for a few hours, but wanted to get this chore over with so she wouldn't forget later. Once the room was free, she got her toothpaste and headed in. Setting it down, she spent a few minutes looking in the mirror admiring herself and the work she did today. She did feel good about it. Plus she knew a secret about Jen no one else did yet! That made her feel even better. Happy with herself, she picked up her green toothbrush, dropped a dollop of toothpaste on it, and began to brush her teeth.

Leslie spend a few good minutes brushing, making sure to get every part of her teeth even her wisdom teeth which had just barely started growing in. She was hoping they wouldn't be an issue, but they still had time. She had lost track of time before Molly knocked on the door asking her to hurry up. Leslie, finished brushing, gathered up the paste with a mess of saliva and spit it out into the sink before cleaning the rest of it out of her mouth. She noticed a small glob of unliquefied toothpaste in the sink. Molly had yelled at her before for leaving that in there, and she didn't want to have to deal with that again. Leslie scooped the glob up with her finger, and unceremoniously deposited it into the toilet right next to her, not even paying attention as it landed at the front end an inch or so above the water level. She cleaned her finger off, and left as Molly entered.

Molly really needed to use the bathroom, and once Leslie had finished she hurried in and took a seat on the toilet. Relieved at a finally empty bladder, she didn't even look down or notice as she urinated on the very same glob of toothpaste her sister had just dropped in there. The force scraped it off the end and dropped it into the toilet water, mixing it and diluting it. She then quickly wiped and got up, pulling her shorts on as she did so.

---

Mike stared up from the forest he was in at his giant younger sister looming over the sink. Of course, he was in Leslie's toothbrush. Why wouldn't he be!? Mike was helpless at the entire toothbrush was lifted, giving him some trouble holding on with one good arm. Soon it was titled horizontal and Mike found himself in between the forest of bristles. They stopped him from falling all the down into it, but stopped form from moving in general. Mike knew was was coming next and looked up to see the form of what any normal sized person would classify as a UFO. A giant circle opening filled with blue goop started blowing a bubble as the goop spit out of the tube and plopped atop the brushed and on top of Mike. The smell of mint was intoxicating and made Mike choke, but he was still in the bristles. This didn't last long as the toothbrush was flipped upside down, removing Mike from the hold they had on him, but tossing him directly into the glob of paste.

Mike could only see darkness as his face was against the toothpaste, but even in darkness he could tell he had entered the cavern that was his sister's mouth. And he was already afraid. The paste made contact with Leslie's teeth and spread apart, allowing Mike ample time to breath, not so fresh, but minty, air. Then he started moving. Back and forth Mike was dragged across the rough and sharp forms of Leslie's teeth. The layer of toothpaste around him made it so he didn't make contact with her teeth at first, sparing him a world of pain. But he wasn't without torture as Leslie continued to brush her teeth every which way. 

Mike was still very much caught up in the bristles as the layer of toothpaste started to vanish and soon he was beginning to feel the bone-hard texture of Leslie's teeth as he was being rubbed against them. It didn't feel good. Mike was soaked with the liquidy toothpaste and saliva mixture and felt ironically dirty being covered with a cleaning product. After a few more brushes Mike was flicked off the bristles and fell with a splash into a tiny pool of pasty liquid that had formed at the lower end of Leslie's mouth under her tongue. 

The small portion of light shining in through the opening in Leslie's mouth fitting the toothbrush was enough to illuminate the blue tinted swap Mike found himself in. Mike had been underneath his sister's feet, trampled on beneath dirty shoes, swept up with dirt, but this...this was the most repulsive thing he had dealt with so far. More toothpaste fell from her teeth and was joined with an ever flowing river of saliva that continued to feed the swamp he was in and make it all the more disgusting. On occasion Leslie's tongue would fall upon the swamp, spreading it out and submerging Mike into it, who was already having a hell of a time staying afloat in the blue mess. The humid moist cavern only made matters worse as Mike only wished for this hell to end. 

After what felt like an eternity inside his sister's mouth, Mike felt himself being forcefully pushed around and moved up. More saliva was added to the swamp as it started to form a barrier around Mike surrounding him in a ball of nasty. He felt himself mushed into something, but it was hard to say when everything already felt wet. He felt him and swamp get pushed and funneled through an opening, and light returned to Mike's world. He and the glob of toothpaste plopped into the sink. The liquid portion of it was easily washed down the drain, but Mike found himself in a tiny, unliquefied glob stuck there as he looked up at his younger sister as she spit more of the mess right onto him, reminding him even further of his insignificance to her. 

Once more Leslie spit onto the glob of toothpaste, though this time less toothpaste and more saliva. After the assault, Mike looked up at his sister as she showed no signs of caring about the torment she had just put him through. As far as she was concerned, she had simply brushed her teeth. Why would she ever think her own brother was in the toothpaste she had just used? As such, she showed no signs of caring about the fate of her brother she didn't even know she literally held in her hand as her finger came down and scooped up the glob of toothpaste he was in. 

Mike screamed with everything he had at his sister, but it did nothing. She was never going to hear his worthless cries. After being teased so much, this was it. She was going to wash him down the drain with the toothpaste and that would be the end of him. If only he could be so lucky. Mike felt himself whisked away and soon the view of his sister and the sink changed to him staring down into the giant opening to the pool he never wanted to be in. But it was to be as Mike felt himself and the glob fall from Leslie's hand and approach the toilet. 

The glob absorbed a lot of the impact, saving Mike from a crash landing, but that was the least of his worries as he looked at his new surrounding. Giant white walls encased him in a oval shape. Just below him stretching out farther than he thought possible was a huge lake of water, and looking down into he saw his final destination. Mike was stuck fast in the glob of toothpaste, but he wasn't sure if that was good or bad. Did it even matter? It was only a matter of time before someone...went. And then what? He was finished. And it was sooner, rather than later, as the sky darkened and someone had already taken up residence at the throne above him. 

Mike barely had time to even look up as the cascade of liquid bore down on his meaningless form. He was easily removed from the disintegrating toothpaste and splashed about into the lake below. Although the liquid raining down from above was clear, it was most definitely urine. Mike couldn't even believe his predicament. He was being peed on. His own sister was pissing on him. Had he really sunk this low? Did he really mean this little now? Before he was being treated like dirt, but at least that was something people acknowledged. Now he was waste. He was a bodily byproduct. He was something that was literally discarded from the human body for being worthless. That was Mike now, and it was from his own sister. He didn't know how he could get any lower than this. Still being berated by the waterfall of urine, he looked down into the toilet. He knew how. 

Some of the urine had gotten into Mike's eyes and even his mouth and it was not a good drink. The toothpaste swamp had been better than piss. Soon the waterfall stopped and afterwards dropped a giant white cloth that touched the water and instantly became soaked. By now Mike was laying on his back as spread out as he could. He was too tired to be treading this giant lake anymore, and with his bum arm what was the point. Spreading out allowed his body to float so long as he didn't move, and what did he need to move for anyway? There was no way out of this. Staring up, he saw the giant figure of his sister Molly standing over the toilet. Not a care in the world. Not in the slightest bit even aware of the watery grave she was sending her brother to. And he watched as she brought her finger over the the handled, not even bothering to look down at the useless waste she left in the toilet.

---

After she had finished, Molly pulled her shorts up, and turned around to face the toilet it. She brought her finger over to the handle, and started pressing down. 

Mike woke up the next day utterly defeated. The events of the night before had scarred him in ways he never thought he would be scarred. He had survived, but he should have been died. He should be dead right now. But he wasn't. And his sister had no idea of how close she came to ending the life of her brother. As fortune had it, the water had overflowed, just barely letting it flow out from under the rim taking Mike along with the cascading waterfall towards the floor. The impact knocked him out, but he was up now and recalling the events, and how pitiful it was. He was truly meaningless to his sisters. 

His body was pretty beat up now, looking it over. His right arm was still not in the best of conditions, but he could feel some movement coming back to it. That had to be good, right? There were other bruises all over him that he wasn't even sure where they came from. Not that it mattered, really. He didn't feel like doing anything anymore. The past two days of his life had been the worst, and it seemed today wasn't going to get any better. So he just laid on the bathroom floor, doing nothing. Why even exert any energy? Why do anything at all? He should have been dead by now, so why even try to fight it? Just speed up the process. It was peaceful. A peaceful death. That's all he wanted at this point.

But Mike's peace was interrupted with the arrival of someone into the bathroom. The creaking of the bathroom door opening and closing was accompanied by the quakes and booms of a giant pair of feet slamming against the tile floor of the bathroom. Mike stared at the looming feet across the floor with no interest. They looked innocent, but he knew otherwise. His eyes traced upwards from the fidgeting feet upwards towards their own, and soon spied the figure of his sister Leslie standing looking at the mirror. Her position changed and soon the feet he was looking at moved right towards him, and without a chance to move one of them came right down at him.

Mike found himself between two walls of flesh that were Leslie's toes, before they unconsciously tightened and trapped him within. Mike felt the dirt and other assorted things between her toes assault him. If he could even feel more pathetic, he would have. He was lifted high into the air before the foot slammed back down onto a new flooring, and Mike was easily dislodged from between the toes, as Leslie moved again. Mike looked around at the surrounding environment. A few of the objects between Leslie's toes had landed next to him as well. He looked up and saw the giant form of Leslie standing menacingly over him, naked. And past that he saw the large head of the shower nozzle. Looking through Leslie's feet, Mike saw the drain he had very nearly fallen into the night before, and the place it seemed he was going to end up now. 

Mike was waiting for the water to start and his horrible adventure to finally be over, but the water never started, and something else rained down. A giant white object crashed down in front of Mike before bouncing slightly into the air. He had no time to react as it covered over him and landed once more, squishing him into it. It slide down the shower and stopped over top of the drain, and for the second time Mike found himself staring into the empty abyss. It was short lived as he and the object were soon lifted high into the air, and Mike caught of glimpse of Leslie's face as she unknowingly and uncaringly set her brother on a little rack. He could see though little holes in the grating and saw beneath him. That combined with the smell overwhelming him made him realize he was stuck in a bar of soap.

Mike heard the water start and knew the inevitable that was to occur. After a minute or so passed, Mike felt himself lifted up once again and turned towards his sister. He caught of a brief view of her as he and the soap soon approached her body. Mike was pressed face first and was being slid around across various parts of her body. Sections of her body Mike wanted nothing to do with he was know getting a first hand impression of, and it made him feel even worse. It was one thing for his sisters to be walking all over him without knowing, but this was something else. Something much worse. It made him feel dirty, the soap wasn't helping him at all. Leslie continued to lather her body with the soap, unaware of the full body tour she was giving her older brother. Mike was now being rolled over the sole of Leslie's foot as she soaped it up and was forced to indulge himself on the dirt and grime that had accumulated over the time she last showered. At least his duty of being soap was going well. Soon after he was brought up and forced into the armpits of Leslie and had to endure the smell emanating from them as he was rubbed across them. And still it continued. 

Mike was certain he was going to have come off the soap and stay stuck on Leslie, only to be washed away, but that wasn't the case as she soon set the soap back the shelf, leaving Mike to recover from the ordeal. All the use seemed to have loosened him though, as Mike felt himself starting to slip from the grasp of the soap. And soon it let go completely, and Mike started to fall towards the bottles of shampoo and conditioning. His view was obstructed as the large hand of Leslie appeared and gathered a dollop of shampoo from the pump bottle. The very place Mike was heading. And with an unnoticeable splash he landed into the goop of shampoo Leslie had. 

The thickness of the shampoo was too much for Mike and he found it hard to move. He then had to deal with the rising of her hand as Mike was soon coming into contact with the long flowing hair of Leslie's. Mike was mashed around the hair and mixed with the shampoo. He was being beat around as if he wasn't even there, because really he wasn't, as far as Leslie cared. All the movement had gotten Mike's body entangled within the hair, trapping him where he was. Mike watched from his position at the shower nozzle unloading a torrent of water, and he was approaching it. The waterfall blasted Mike and threatened to remove him from her hair, he it kept on tight, though the water nearly drowning him was mildly unpleasant. Soon Leslie even ran her hands across her hair to remove the traces of shampoo, but Mike fortunately held fast to her hair. And soon, the shower was over.

---

Leslie had finished her shower and finished drying. She let her wet, long flowing hair down as she made her way towards her room. She had planned on visiting her friend Kira today and wanted to get ready. She let her hair dry naturally for a minute or so, but she soon shifted over to blow drying it, making it go by much faster. Once that was done she got dressed in whatever she thought looked cute, slipped her shoes on, and left her room.

As she walked past the kitchen she ran across Jen who had just returned from getting some items from the grocery store, including a small salad she planned on having for lunch. Leslie and Jen conversed for a few minutes until Leslie said she was going to Kira's. Jen offered to take her over there, to which Leslie politely declined. They finished their chat, and Leslie headed out the front door and left towards her friends house. 

---

Mike was helpless in more ways than one as Leslie rubbed the towel over her body, drying herself off. He was getting a private show to something that wasn't even a show of a person he didn't want to see in this manner. It was horrible all around. And Leslie kept moving, and her long hair waving, and Mike spinning. And the fragrance of shampoo stuck with him, and he could even feel it still on his body. He wasn't sure if it actually was or if it was just a phantom feel, but it didn't feel nice. 

When Mike wasn't getting a faceful of his sister's wet hair, he was being tossed around and catching glimpses of his house as she walked around. Eventually things settled down and Mike was able to determine he was now in Leslie's room, an obvious destination given what just happened. How long ago had it been since he was here last? Since he was oh so horribly wad up in his sister's sock lint? Only two days. It felt like much more. 

Things went from bad to worse as a loud blowing noise assaulted Mike and a gust started to pick up. Looking around for a source, Mike and the hair he was entangled in was blown side to side. Soon a giant opening shooting hot air all over him made itself clear and a looming threat above him. He recognized it as a hair dryer, only much more menacing than ever before. The hot air bolted down across Mike and he felt himself untangling from his sister's hair as the gust grew stronger. Without any say of the matter, he came loose and his body was flung from the hair by the strong gust, and Mike fell screaming towards Leslie's shoes.

Despite his constant motion, Mike saw he was falling towards the shoes. Not having the best experience with them over the past couple days, Mike tried in vain to move his body mid fall, but his course was already chosen. Rather than fall in the opening of the shoes, Mike crashed into the frayed shoelaces he had gotten stuck in when he first shrunk. History was repeating itself as he once again found himself tangled and knotted in the laces, adhering to their mercy. Mike tried to free himself, but found it impossible. Before long, Leslie had moved and was now standing directly over her minuscule brother, about to put her shoes on.

From as best he could from his vantage, Mike watched as Leslie's feet covered in bright yellow socks descend into the shoe. His predicament wasn't good, but he was glad he didn't land in the shoes. Mike was whipped around and flung about as Leslie began to walk. The familiar motion of this movement upset Mike as he was again slammed back and forth into the soft plush carpet. Soon the carpet changed to that of the tiled kitchen floor, but that was the least of Mike's problems.

The frayed end of Leslie's shoe lace was tossed beneath her shoe was she took a step. It happened so fast Mike didn't have much time to acknowledge what had occurred. But he soon figured out he was beneath Leslie's shoe, still attached to the lace. He also felt his face mashed into something grimy and disgusting. It didn't feel like the sole of her shoe, and it certainly didn't smell like it. Mike wasn't sure he wanted to know what he was being pressed into at the moment. Rocking her foot back and forth on top of the bump, Leslie was aware she was standing on her shoelace, and just didn't mind. She was unaware, though, that she was also standing atop her older brother, mashing his body and face into her dirty shoe sole. 

After what felt like hours being mashed back and forth into the grime on his sister's shoe, Mike was released from the prison and he and the shoelace sprang back to upright position. He noticed he and the lace around him had been blackened by whatever was on her sole. Mike really didn't want to know what it was. The motion started again as Mike was slammed into the ground again and again as Leslie headed outside and towards her friends house, unknowingly taking her brother with her. 

Mike was constantly being beat against the rough pavement of the sidewalk as Leslie walked on nonethewiser. The black goop that had stuck to him from the sole of her shoe was attracting all sorts of dirt from the sidewalk and sticking it to him. But he was still tangled in the frayed shoe lace and was helpless as she walked and nauseated him with the constant movement. On occasion the lace he was on was tossed beneath her shoe and Mike had to deal with the pressure of her weight and the nastiness of the sole. He hoped in vain his screams would reach his sister's ears, but they didn't, and there was nothing he could do.

The rough edges of the sidewalk changed into grass as Leslie took off the path across a field. The grass was wet and soaked Mike as she walked across. Small blades of grass stuck themselves to him, and he got many small cuts from the sharp blades of grass. Leslie never lifted her foot high enough, and the frayed shoelace was dragged through the grass with each step she took. Upon landing, the lace was smashed into the ground and Mike was planted face first into the muddy ground. Again, the lace was tossed beneath her shoe and Mike was smushed into the dirty mud. It coated the lace and Mike himself and completely destroyed the zero chance he had of getting noticed. He was simply dirt. 

Leslie continued her walking, completely unaware of the torture she was placing upon her older brother by simply walking. In fact, she was quite enjoying her walk. Mike was not. He was in hell which only got worse with each step she took. And she kept taking them. More steps, and more steps. Until finally, several minutes later, Leslie arrived at her friend Kira's house. Leslie was welcomed inside, and told to remove her shoes. Kira's mom was having a neat freak day and, well, shoes are dirty. The motion finally stopped for Mike, and from what he could see through the mud and dirt covering him, he was inside a house. 

Any feeling he was beginning to regain in his right arm was gone now. In fact, his whole body was beaten and defeated. When he was first shrunk and stuck in Leslie's lace, he was easily able to reach up and untie himself. Now, he was just too damn worn out to do that. And he only had one arm to do it with. So he just quit. He was done. He wasn't going to fight it. He was stuck, and that was that. He needed his rest, besides, he wasn't at his own house anyway, why even get off and be stuck somewhere else? No, he was just going to stay with Leslie's shoes. That was for the best. So he shut his eyes, and tried to rest as best as he could. All the while, the dirt and mud around him was beginning to dry and harden. 

---

Kira's mother, Claire, came down the stairs to speak with her daughter. She had been cleaning upstairs and wanted her daughter to make sure to clean downstairs as well. Upon reaching the landing, her dirt senses kick in and she saw the dirty, mud-caked shoes laying on the floor. She bent down and picked them up, then ran her finger across the lace, unknowing of the small flakes of dried dirt she knocked loose. They flakes feel to the floor by her bare feet. Slightly annoyed, she set the shoes back down and went to find her daughter. 

She walked into the living room to see her daughter sitting on the couch with her friend. She called Kira over, whom Leslie followed. She pointed out the shoes to which Leslie admitted guilt. Afterward, Claire made sure to tell her daughter to help clean the place up. Sweep, vacuum, all that stuff. She even gave the okay for her friend to help her. Claire headed back upstairs to finish her cleaning up there. 

"I told you she was on some cleaning craze," Kira said. "Don't worry about your shoes. It's whatever, she won't care come tomorrow."
"So are we going to clean then? Apparently I've been volunteered to help you." Leslie said. 
"Man, look at this place! Look at the floor, it's already clean!" Kira said, gesturing down at the floor beneath their feet, when she noticed something. "Oh look, an ant," she said as she swiftly and without thought smashed it beneath her big toe. "Okay, so maybe the place is a bit dirty..."
"Ha! Anyway, we can just work separately, get this done faster. I can sweep, I'm a pro at it. Done it once, haha! Just...need to know where your broom is."
"Right this way, miss 'pro'," Kira said, leading her to the closet. "I guess I'll vacuum then. Or at least try to. I don't think I've ever used this thing. How hard can it be to figure out?"

Leslie set about sweeping the hardwood floor, while Kira spent more time than one should getting the vacuum set up. But she eventually got it and began to vacuum up the carpeted area. 

---

Mike was awoken from his slumber as he found himself and the dirt around him being lifted high into the air at an extreme speed. Despite the dried mud around him, the gust scratched at his face and forced him to close his eyes. Once everything settled he opened his eyes and was welcomed by the titanic, supermassive women, who he had never seen before in his life, staring down at, not him, but the lace he was still fixated to. His view was replaced by a massive finger as it smashed into him, and he felt himself being ripped from the lace along with many other boulders of dirt. Still encased in some dried mud, he found himself free falling down the open abyss to the floor.

He and the mud flake landed with a smack on the floor, and once again Mike found himself placed between the massive feet of someone. He had compared himself to a piece of dirt before, but now it was just mean. Now, he literally was a piece of dirt, a literally speck compared to the looming massive object know as feet. From his view he could see little flakes of dirt already stuck to the feet. Flakes that looked bigger than the one Mike was currently trapped in. He was a speck among specks. Truly insignificant. And before he had a chance to even prepare for it, he became one of those specks as the giant foot moved over slightly, and pressed down onto Mike, right under the ball.

Mike's body was mashed into the fold of the foot, and if he wasn't already covered in dirt, he would have been. The pressure, and the smell, increased around Mike, but it was just the beginning, as he was lifted into the air, hovering for not even half a second, before he was brutally smashed back into the hardwood floor. He and the dirt flake had gotten stuck and wedged in the folds of the foot, and were being carried along for the ride. More unbearable pressure, before the weightlessness took over again. But it didn't last. It never lasted, before he was shoved mercilessly into the hardwood floor, again and again. Another step. And another, and now Mike felt himself dislodging from the foot folds, but not before being slammed into the ground once more. The foot sat on Mike, and so did the pressure.

After what felt like an eternity, the pressure released, and thankfully Mike was not taken up. Though, he now found himself in a similar, if not worse position. He was still wrapped by the dried mud, preventing his movement. In front of him sat two pairs of feet, one coated by a pair of socks-they belonged to Leslie, he knew-and one bare, and from what he could tell, extremely dirty on the soles. Mike scanned his eyes upwards as best as he could, and was able to make out the massive forms of the two girls standing above him. It was no wonder no one could see him. He could barely make out who was right above him. He was nothing but a speck. A speck stuck inside another speck of dirt. 

Although stationary, the toes on the feet began to lift and lower, giving Mike a terrifying view of his next door neighbors. The bottom of Leslie's socked toes had turned much darker, and he could see the puff balls sticking out. He had already been there once, and he was horrified of that. The bare toes were much worse. The bottom of the toes were nothing but dirt, turned a tainted dark color by the layers of filth that had accumulated on them. Mike wondered if this girl had ever taken a shower. He didn't want to know. Mike's attention was swiped by a giant beast that was an ant traversing near the massive feet. He was about to get a demonstration of the power those feet held.

If Mike hadn't noticed the ant in the first place, he never would have know it was there. In the blink of an eye, the massive toe had moved and was atop the ant, obliterating it to pulp beneath her toe. It was absolutely terrifying. It wasn't over. The sound of fresh dirt grating against the floor berated Mike's ears as the massive foot slide across the ground, right towards his worthless form. It stopped short of him, but the damage was done. He was completely and utterly dwarfed by this big toe. The mangled remains of the ant that was just destroyed remain stuck to the toe, and Mike was given a front row view of the guts spilled all over the toe. He could see the layers of dirt and grime that had adhered themselves to the toe, it mixing with the guts to make the nastiest paste Mike had ever seen. And no, Mike was certain she did not take showers. Despite the extreme disgust Mike was feeling at the moment, despite the total humiliation he was feeling as a result of being this meaningless to a girl's toe, despite everything he had endured, it wasn't over. And he could do nothing as the toe descended upon him, and Mike felt himself mashed into the paste that had formed from the grime and guts.

Mike felt the puke recede down his throat. He had been in gross situations before. This was no different. The hard exoskeleton that remained of the ant was pressed against Mike, and the nasty paste that had formed coated him and got into his nose and mouth. On top of all of that, or rather, on top of him, was the massive weight of this girl's toe, uncaring and unknowingly squishing this human being further into the pasty mess and the grimy layers of dirt. Mike couldn't believe this was really happening. He was a human being! He was human! And this girl was treating him as less than dirt. And she didn't even know. A few days ago he had been normal, now he was...he didn't even know what he was. Other than insignificant. 

He wasn't even surprised when the toe lifted up and he was brought along with it. The paste had dried somewhat and Mike was helpless as the massive toe lifted, and slammed back into the hardwood floor. The hard exterior of the ant smashed into Mike and created the grossest cracking sound he ever heard. But it continued as she kept walking, and Mike could do nothing but be taken along for the ride. It continued, just as it always continued, just as it always will for poor Mike. 


The human speck was smashed twice, three times, a fourth as Kira walked down the hall. Each time his pathetic body was crushed and lathered in the disgusting and grimy paste that surrounded him. Every nook and cranny on his body was covered, and each step covered more. Even places he didn't know he had were covered. The motion of stepping wasn't even a concern at this point. It didn't even matter. The pressure of her stepping down on him, and just the texture of everything and the smell of it all was overwhelming. The motion didn't even exist to him, not in his world anymore. And then the hardwood floor turn to spiky, sharp spikes that was a rug. And it was the lack of motion that Mike noticed, as he was yanked from the toe, and prickled by the rug that he now found himself on. 

Although he was free from the toe, the pasty remains and hard body of the ant stayed with and covered him. He was a miniature speck stuck within a tiny speck on the massive rug. Even on the impossible chance someone not only noticed the tiny ant guts on the carpet, but chose to inspect it closer, he would be near impossible to see. He was one with it now. And soon he knew where he would be next, when a powerful roar erupted from somewhere near. It took Mike a few moments to realize what it was, but eventually the sound came to him. The roar of a vacuum cleaner had never sounded so terrifying. 

Mike couldn't see it, but he could feel the rumbling power of the vacuum cleaner as it rode across the very rug he was on. He tried with everything he had to move, but he was helplessly stuck within the paste. He wasn't going anywhere. He was beginning to resign himself to simple food for the vacuum cleaner. Before long the vacuum entered his small range of vision, and trailing behind it were the disgusting and repulsive feet that had brought him to this hell. The vacuum got closer and closer to his position, the roar getting ever louder with no way to block his ears. And it stopped, only a few inches from him. The vacuum stood over him, dwarfing him. The power made him and the paste shake, but not get sucked it. And then it backed away as if to taunt him. Only to return a second later and again stop within a few inches. Then it went back, and forth, and it was driving Mike mad. Finally, it moved forward and showed no signs of stopping. Mike screamed in terror as the gigantic roaring beast drove straight towards him.

And ran right over him. The sticky residue from the past had adhered him and the other mess to the rug enough to avoid being sucked into the dark abyss as it quickly ran over him. Fortunately the giantess looming above didn't notice the tiny speck, lest she go back for another round. Unfortunately, the giantess looming above didn't notice the tiny speck, and let her disgusting, repulsive foot land directly on it. While the sticky residue helped Mike survived the quick moving vacuum, Kira's foot was not quick in it's pressure, and the sticky residue forced Mike to stick to the sole, and be brought along with it. 

Mike was smashed face first into even more dirty and filth on the sole as he was continually crushed into it with each step she took. Each time her foot contacted the floor, more layers of dirt coated her foot, and within a few steps Mike was buried in it, and lost beneath the dirt, still stuck to her sole. The world became pitch black and all he knew was darkness and the recurring pressure of her stepping. Still, more dirt buried him deeper and deeper to her sole. Even the roar of the vacuum was but a mere squeak as he got further and further buried. 

---

Kira, satisfied with her vacuuming job, turned it off and set it aside, not even bothering to bring it back to the closet. She and Leslie took a seat on the couch and returned to the conversation they were having before her mother made them do whatever that was. 
"Your feet are disgusting," Leslie said as she bent down to scratch her leg and noticed Kira's feet. She had no idea her older brother was a mere speck lost and buried beneath the very dirt she was looking at.
"Oh yeah," Kira said, flipping her foot around to face herself. "It's been awhile, haha." She looked at the dirt on her foot for a second. She too had no idea her friend's brother was covered and stuck to the very dirt she was looking at. After a good enough look, Kira took her finger and spread it across the filthy sole of her foot, scooping up a nice pile of dirt and other atrocities in the process. And unknowingly with that, one really tiny person. She rolled the dirt between her fingers and made the nastiest sphere ever created. "Hey, check this out!" Kira said as she raised the dirt sphere above her mouth. "How much will you give me to eat this!?"
"Ew, that's nasty! Get rid of that!" Leslie said, legitimately disgusted by her friend. 
"Aw, you're no fun," Kira said as she flicked the dirt sphere away, not even remotely curious where it landed.

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Mike had lost all sense of everything. The darkness was enveloping everything and all his senses. He didn't even feel it when the foot he was on was swung around. A rough rumbling awoke his senses, and light blinded his eyes as a massive finger scraped him off the sole, along with a mountain of dirt. Mike was rolled and squished between the grossest dirt and muck he had ever experienced. On the bright side he was separated from the hard ant body, but on the dark side, the sticky residue held fast, and after the torment of being balled up, Mike found himself stuck to the outer surface of the dirt sphere. It wasn't desirable, but it was downright pleasant compared to what he was just in. That was until his view was changed, and he was looking down into the maw of a beast.

Mike screamed as he stared at the giant open mouth of Kira. Behind her giant white walls and beastly tongue laid an endless abyss to places Mike never wanted to be. But it was not to be as he was lowered down and back to safety. Not for long though as he and the dirt sphere were rocketed away as Kira flicked it from her finger towards the unknown. Through fortuitous good luck alone, Mike was launched separate from the sphere, and sent directly towards his sister's hand, just as she was pulling something out of her pocket. Mike, spinning rapidly in the air, landed back first onto some sticky, giving surface he couldn't identify, covered in some kind of waxy paper. He could identify the fact he was now traveling right back to the person he was flung from, who was looking down at him with mild interest. She grabbed the object Mike was stuck on and started unwrapping it, before Mike realized he was heading right back to what he had just avoided: Kira's mouth.

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"Here, I have some gum. That's better than dirt, seriously. " Leslie said, taking a couple pieces from her pocket. She had no idea her speck of a brother landed on one of the pieces she was about to give her friend. "Can't believe you were gonna eat that."
Kira took the piece of gum, unwrapped it, and tossed it in her mouth and began chewing. The two of them talked some more and did other things which didn't matter in the long run, all the while chewing on their pieces of gum. Once it started to lose it's flavor, Kira was prepared to spit hers out in the trash, but was convinced by Leslie to blow a bubble first. Which she did to jaw dropping amazingness to Leslie. Once she gathered the gum back, she spit it out into the nasty garbage, said her goodbyes to Leslie, who then headed back home.

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Mike screamed as he and gum piece were flung into the dark misty maw of Kira. Her tongue folded the gum and Mike was compressed between both ends before a massive pressure that was her teeth smashed down and squished the gum and Mike. His body and his hair and every part of him was ripped and stretched as Kira widened her teeth and Mike was in immense pain, until her teeth closed and the pressure crushed him. Saliva quickly invaded and soaked and mushed the gum and Mike and made it ten times worse than it already was. All the while the overwhelming scent of mint invaded Mike's senses. He hated mint. 

Kira continued chewing and chewing and chewing and each chew gave Mike barely enough time to gather his breath and continue living, and the salivated gum gave just enough cushion to not completely crush him. The chewing kept going. Never let up. Didn't stop. It continued, and continued, and Mike lost all sense of time and how long it had even been since he was tossed into this hell hole. After however long it had been, the motion changed, and Mike, now on the outside and one chew away from ending it all with a shot from her teeth, was being propelled forward toward her now opening maw. As the bubble behind him expanded, Mike was pushed further ahead, and was now staring at his sister, who looked at him amazed without a care in the world. And then, it popped.

Mike was sent flying from the now gone bubble, and as if all the planets had aligned on the very day a blue moon was occurring, Mike landed smack dab on his sister's wad of gum as her mouth hung open. And with a plop, the chewing continued, now in his sister's mouth. Chew chew chew his sister went none the wiser of the hell she was putting her brother through. But her brother was the last thing on her mind as she made her way back home, ready to finish her day.

Leslie entered her house and hopped up the stairs towards the kitchen where she ran across her sister Molly about to snack on a salad. After pestering her by blowing a bubble, she spit her tasteless gum into the garbage and left to her room. Meanwhile, Molly finished her salad, leaving only a few scraps of dressing-moist lettuce, before tossing it into the garbage as well. She then likewise went about her day. 

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Mike felt like he was been ripped in two. And his two had been ripped in two. His sister's gum surrounded him on all sides, and his only moment to breath through the sticky stuff was during a mid-chew, when the gum was stretched between both upper and lower sets of teeth. Of course, during this time, the gum pulled on Mike both up and down. He felt he had gained another foot from all the stretching. Of course, at his size, that foot really amounted to maybe half a millimeter. He was still a miserable little speck stuck within the sticky gum he sister was chewing on. He didn't even care anymore. He knew what was coming. He knew that before long, Leslie would spit the gum out and he would wind up in the trash. And still be stuck to the gum. All hope was lost. He was never getting out of this hell. And she just kept chewing.

After what felt like years, Mike felt the gum start to move. This was it, he thought. And he was being brought to the opening of his sister's mouth. Only he wasn't greeted with the view of the innards of a trash can, rather, he was staring down at a nice field of lettuce and other assorted toppings. And with a loud burst, Mike was launched from the bubble gum and was propelled straight into a not so tiny cup of dressing that was among the salad. While a big splash to him, his entrance wasn't even acknowledged by the titanic giantesses above. 

Mike felt the sticky residue from the gum washing off his body, but was instead replaced by the gooey dressing that now coated his body. The first thing he noticed was that the tiny specks floating around in the dressing were just a tad bigger than him. He already gave up any chance of getting noticed in this situation. His feeling was correct as the enormous face of Molly appeared above him, and stared down into the dressing cup as she went to pick it up. Mike screamed her name, it was pure instinct. He already knew it wasn't going to work. As far as Molly was concerned, her brother was at his friends house, not in the dressing she was currently pouring atop her salad.

Mike felt the world turn on it's side as he and glob of dressing fell from the cup and landed atop a bed of lettuce. The glob of dressing he was in pushed him downward on the lettuce like a sort of slide. It was the worst slide he had ever been one. Finally landing atop something hard, Mike brushed aside the dressing covering his face and had a clear view upward out of the salad. A clear of Molly staring down at him hungry and ready to eat. He screamed as a four pronged object appeared overheard and dropped at a rapid pace towards his location. Mike shut his eyes but the fork came down anyway. The entire lettuce world shook as Mike opened his eyes and saw one of the prongs near him. At least it didn't skewer him. That would have been bad. The world shook again and the lettuce bed started rising. 

With the movement the dressing was pushed around and covered Mike's face again, sealing him in gooey darkness. The movement didn't cease and in fact only increased in momentum. An earthquake was occurring in darkness and finally Mike felt him self flipped around so much he didn't even know where he was. Soon he landed face first on a hard, unmoving object, and was free. He took the second to clear his face of dressing and saw just darkness below him. It lasted for a second as a heavy object fell on top of him pinning him down. 

Having nothing else to do but think and be crushed by salad, Mike thought about where he was. The surface below him was hard and unmoving, which meant it was probably the bottom of the bowl. And something hard was on top of him. He had to admit at this size that could have been anything, but he was figuring it was a crouton or something. Whatever it was it was huge compared to him. Oh, and he was still covered in dressing. Not the worst thing he's been covered in this whole time. Probably the best actually. Mike could hear the clinging and clanging of the fork as it hit other parts of the bowl, but not him. He was thankful for that, he guessed. His thankfulness ran out as he heard a loud metallic clang come down right next to him, and before he knew it, a rising sensation followed.

Light returned to Mike as he saw he was right in his assumption about being at the bottom of the bowl. He was also right about the crouton but that wasn't nearly as good, as he felt himself being turned around and came face to face with the planet sized face of his sister Molly. For a second she looked peaceful, not like she was about to unknowingly eat her brother. Then her mouth started to open. Mike was hoping that the dressing holding him to the crouton would release it's grip just in time. A miraculous save. Those seemed to happen to him. It wasn't going to happen this time. All the time he spent under the crouton had in fact embedded him into it. There was no escaping his trip into Molly's mouth. He was taking the vacation of a lifetime.

Strings of saliva hung between Molly's teeth, and bits of lettuce and crouton remained on her tongue, signs for Mike's future. He screamed desperately to Molly. This was it. He was going to get eaten. No matter how much he screamed, begged, prayed, Molly continually pushed him and the salad behind him into her gaping maw, salivating just for the chance to taste her own brother. As he drew closer the hot, humid moist breath fell upon him and scared him even more. He looked at her teeth, covered in leftovers, ready to pulverize him into paste. Hopefully it would be quick. He past through her maw and was now inside the cavern. The light grew darker until her mouth was closed, and Mike felt the crouton and him slipping off the fork.

Mike landed face first into a pool of saliva that was drenching Molly's tongue. The dressing came off him, but it didn't matter as he was soon launched sideways as he and the crouton landed on one of Molly's teeth. Looking up and to the right, Mike saw the food covered tooth. Well, it was off centered, and he wouldn't get crushed. Thank god for that, right. The teeth slammed down with no regards for human life, obliterating the crouton with a loud crack. Mike was sent flying over the mouth and landing on her tongue again. Mike was drenched in saliva some more, but his trip to the tongue was short lived as a bunch of mushy food landed on him, and was flung over to the side, taking him with it. He and the mush landed on her teeth again, and with no time to prepare they came smashing down. Mike was just a little to buried in the mushed up food to be mashed by the teeth, but the chewing did get him even further stuck in the mush. With another flick, he was tossed back on the tongue as light invaded his prison yet again.

Sitting on her tongue, covered and stuck inside chewed up mush, with only his head exposed, Mike watched in horror as more food was shoveled into Molly's mouth. And the lights drew dark again. In his horror Mike realized this was the second time this weekend he had been inside one of his sister's mouths. That's two times too many. The cycle started again and Mike and the mush was sent flying every which way. The mush acted as a cushion preventing any real harm happening to him. But sooner or later, the mush he was in would get swallowed. As a huge wave of saliva came up, Mike figured this was the time. He felt himself being moved further into the darkness. This was it. His own sister was about to eat him without even knowing. It couldn't get any worse than this.

Unless you're name is Mike. Then it can get worse. A small cough sent Mike and the mush flying away from her throat, and with enough force to lodge them into a tight crevice between Molly's teeth. Completely immobile and safe from harm, Mike could only wait as Molly finished her meal. 

* * *

Molly passed by Jen in the hall back on her way to her room.

"Hey, I'm going to vacuum the hall later," Jen said. "could you just make sure everything else is clean?"
"Yeah, sure," Molly said, presenting some fake smile. 
"Great," Jen said. She started to walk away a few feet before stopping. "By the way, you have a piece of food stuck in your teeth."

Upon hearing this Molly took a detour into the bathroom and started checking the mirror. Sure enough, there was a small piece of food stuck in the crevice between her teeth. He pushed her finger into her mouth and scooped out the piece of food with her fingernail, albeit with some difficulty. She looked at it in between her fingers noticing how disgusting it was, before she flicked it behind herself, not caring where the worthless discarded food went.

It was a good thing Mike didn't she her with food in her teeth, she thought. He always made fun of her for it.

Jen was in the bathroom. She was about to finish vacuuming, then she would be done with everything in the house that needed to be cleaned. It wouldn't take that long. Looking around she saw some old dusty cobwebs in the corner by the floor. She made a mental note to clean those up as well. She finished up and left to go get the vacuum.

* * *

Light broke into Mike's mouthy prison. He wanted to be humiliated but that had already happened a long time ago. He made a note to himself that if he somehow got out of this to never make make fun of Molly for having food stuck in her teeth. He never thought he would be the very food he used to laugh at. Now that she wasn't eating the view inside Molly's mouth was calm and relaxing. It was still utterly disgusting. But relaxing. Except for when her tongue smashed into him. What was going on?

The massive pink beast near Mike convulsed and it's slimy saliva body smashed into him over and over again. Only his face was exposed, the rest of his body being buried within the mushed up food, but that just meant his face was getting smothered with drool. In his reaction to the gross feeling of the spit he couldn't help but open his mouth, and could do nothing as it filled with his sister's own saliva. All that did was make him gag more. Her tongue didn't quit and kept ramming itself into Mike and the food mush. To Molly, she was just using her tongue to remove a stubborn piece of food. She had no idea she was beating her brother up with one of the strongest muscles in the body. 

The massive beast eventually gave up, giving Mike a chance to rest. A short chance. A large finger shaped object entered into the mouth. Mike screamed as it approached him. Molly was using her nail to try and scrape the food out. The large plain nail smashed into the tooth beside Mike and started to move. The nail was having issues getting hold of the food, but Mike was having no trouble experiencing his sister's finger as it lightly pushed into him. After much futile protest by mushy Mike, he was scooped up by Molly's nail, getting stuck beneath the tip. The light blinded Mike as he and the mush was removed from Molly's mouth. 

Outside, Mike found himself staring up at the gigantic face of his sister. He tried to wave his hands, move around, do anything, but everything except for his head was covered in chewed up, soggy, foodstuff. He could only watch and scream. And scream he did. He yelled up to her. Called out her name several times. Screamed everything in the world. He was relatively close to her face, having just come out of her mouth. But despite whatever he yelled, however loud his yelled it, Molly's face remained the same. She simply stared down at the nasty piece of food between her fingers. To her it was just a solid color, and all gross. She had no idea that within that small piece of food was her brother. She had no idea she was literally holding the life of her brother in her hands. If she had crushed the mush between her fingers, she would have ended her brother's life instantly. Maybe he would have liked that? Maybe it would have been better than what was going to happen? It didn't. Molly didn't crush it, right now she looked at it.

Mike saw Molly's face roll out of view, but what she was really doing was rotating the mush in her fingers. To her, the mush didn't have a face, it was the same on every side. To Mike, he got a view of the sink below him. He had already been in a sink once, and was not trying to do that again. Still, it would probably be better than what was actually going to happen. He felt himself rotating once more to face Molly again. At his size everything on her face was magnified. He could see inside her nose and it didn't look pleasant. That was a place Mike hadn't been yet. He stopping thinking about that before he gave fate ideas. He looking into Molly's eyes and saw the uncaring interesting in them. They looked down upon him like he was nothing. Molly had never looked at him that way before and now it scared him. He was terrified. He knew Molly would never hurt him normally, but this whole weekend she had been doing nothing but hurting him, and now whatever she did was going to cause him complete hell. And she didn't even know.

Mike felt gravity hit him as he was lowered down, down, down towards Molly's hips. And before he could react to his new position, he other finger flew up from behind and sent Mike and the mush flying across the bathroom. He was spinning every which way and lost sight of where he was anymore. Forward and back, left and right, they were all blurred together and Mike felt himself almost flinging out of the mush of food. Almost, though. He didn't. Before his body had a chance to escape, it came to a bouncing halt as it hit something sticky. As Mike's mind reoriented itself, he heard the stomping of Molly's bare feet as she flicked off the lights and left Mike alone in the darkness of the bathroom.

There was a faint light coming from under the bathroom door, barely allowing Mike to see his situation. From the small amount he could see, he was still encased in the food mush and he was...suspended in midair? With the small amount of light, it appeared Mike was simply floating in mid air, but that couldn't be true. It wasn't until a while later when his sister Jen came in did he understand. The door squeaked open right next to Mike's ear, and the stomps of Jen entering the bathroom shook him as he was blinded by light flooding the bathroom. He used the light to see it and what it was freaked him out. He and the mush were being suspended in the air by think, white wires that were all interconnected with each other. It looked almost like...a spider web! 

Mike panicked at first, but he soon realized he was in no danger. Looking around, he saw the web wires where coated with a layer of dust, and parts of the web had broken apart and were falling limply. This used to be a spider web, but was no just a dusty old cobweb. Apparently it had retained enough of stickiness to hold him and the mush there. It's not like he weighed that much at this size anyway. Regardless of what it was, it left him with a problem. Mike was still stuck and unable to do anything. He didn't end up as anyone's lunch, which was great and all, but now he was stuck to some cobweb. Nobody ever bothered with those. He was going to stay stuck in this corner forever until someone accidentally touched him. He'd probably be dead by then.  To make matters worse, the food encasing him was starting to dry up. Looking up, Mike saw his sister Jen staring straight at him. The thought of her seeing him didn't even cross his mind. He and the mush were small enough there was probably nothing to see. Sure enough, she soon got up and stomped out of the bathroom right past her brother, not even know how close she was to him. But, she didn't turn off the lights, and the door was left open...what was going on?



Mike saw Jen return and stare down at him without a care in the world. She bent down and scooped up the cobwebs with her hand, not seeing the tiny piece of old food, and especially not seeing her even tinier brother stuck within. She quickly tossed them into the hall, completely oblivious to the fate she had just sentenced her brother to. Mike was terrified as Jen's massive hand scooped him up along with the cobwebs. He felt them wrapped around the food making him more stuck than he already was. He was then unceremoniously deposited onto the hall floor, leaving him very confused. It wasn't until he looked down the hallway and saw the towering beast that was the vacuum that he understood. Jen was going to vacuum the hall, and that's exactly where Mike was.

Jen shut off the bathroom lights and closed the door as she stepping into the hallway. She narrowly avoided stepping on the bundle of cobwebs she had just tossed in there. It was all trash anyway, not that it matter. Trapped and on the floor, Mike was screaming at the top of his lungs. He knew there was no way in hell Jen would hear him, but he was not about to just give up as he faced the vacuum beast. Her monolithic foot smashed down mere inches away from Mike, scaring the wind out of him. She ignored him and went over to the vacuum. This was it. Mike was dead. Jen kicked the power button and the vacuum roared to life. If Mike's screams were inaudible before, now they were even less so. All he could do was wait until the beast of the vacuum engulfed him in it's dirty maw.

Mike was screaming, just out of pure fear at this point. The vacuum was pushed forward and back, inching closer and closer each time. Soon it would be at him, and that would be the end. The vacuum continued it's roar but Jen left the station and approached him. Did she see him? Nope, that was never going to happen. She did see something else on the floor though, something the vacuum shouldn't suck up. Apparently it was okay for vacuums to suck up living people though. Jen squatted down on her toes right in front of Mike. Mike was treated to the view of Jen's sole. It was covered with dirt and other assorted stuff stuck to it. His view grew closer as she lowered her dirty foot right on her brother and the cobwebs, which was easily stuck to it. Jen took one step back and instantly felt something stuck to her foot. 

For one step Mike went out a familiar trip of walking under someone's soles. It was short lived as he was spun around and once again got to look skyward as his sister Jen looking down on him without a care in the world. She reached down, grabbed Mike and the cobwebs and tossed them onto the floor. As far as she was concerned, the cobwebs were just trash, and they were getting sucked up, like it or not. There was no escape. Mike screamed as he plummeted back to the floor. Jen walked back to the vacuum and continued. Mike had gotten lucky once, but all it had done was give him a few more seconds. 

Maybe not though, as Leslie walked out of her room and planted her foot right on the cobwebs, unknowing of their presence. Mike was underfoot once more, but if it got him out of this mess, he was alright with that. Leslie took one step, no, two, and then it happened. She felt something gross on the bottom of her foot and lifted it up to see some nasty cobwebs. She also didn't see her minuscule brother within the confines of it. Just cobwebs. Mike was once again ripped off a foot, still within his cobweb prison. But he wasn't thrown on the floor, he felt himself dangling in midair. From his position in midair, he saw Jen reach down for the vacuum hose. She was going to do what he thought she was going to do. 

Jen, seeing her sister Leslie holding the cobwebs, decided enough was enough. She grabbed the vacuum hose attachment and brought them to the stubborn cobwebs, sucking them into the bin once and for all. Mike screamed bloody murder as the black hole of the hose approached him. Category 5 winds began blowing around Mike and he was soon ripped from his cobweb prison and sucked into the black abyss that was the vacuum cleaner. The cobwebs followed suit. Mike fell through the pitch black tunnel, the only light from the hole above vanishing as the hose turned, and Mike bounced off the wall of it at incredible speed. A few more turns and within half a second Mike found himself flung into a bed of dirt, dust, pieces of bugs, and other assorted crud from the floor. The cobwebs soon joined him. As Jen continued vacuuming the floor, more and more dirt and dust fell into the bin, burying him deeper and deeper inside it. Mike crawled as best as he could on the unstable dust platform towards the plastic side he could barely see through. He coughed relentlessly from all the dust, and his eyes started to water. More and more dust fell into the bin and Mike was getting coated in it. He banged on the plastic but nothing came of it except more coughs, and more dirt being thrown on top. It got so bad he had to close his eyes and did whatever he could to cover his mouth and face. The dust didn't care about him, it just kept coming, and coming, and coming, burying him more and more into the flith. Soon his view outside was blocked and all he saw was darkness.


* * *


After sucking up the stupid nasty cobwebs, Jen continued to vacuumed the hall. There was a lot of dust and dirt here and she wanted to get all of it. She was oblivious to her smaller than dust brother suffering inside the very dust bin she sucked him into. As far as she was concerned, the only thing in the vacuum was dust, dirt, and other assorted garbage. The idea that another human being, let alone her own brother, was inside the vacuum was an idea that would never in her life cross her mind. Her brother was off with his friend somewhere, not having to deal with all this crap. He was lucky. He didn't have anything to worry about right now. Jen kept vacuuming sucking up more and more dirt, unknowingly burying her brother deeper and deeper until he was lost. And then she kept vacuuming. And kept vacuuming. And kept on. She finally finished several minutes later, turning off the vacuum and ending the reign of terror inside the bin. She took a closer look at it, and man was it full. She had sucked up a lot of dust. She even saw some piece of bug in there too. Their own fault for not getting out of the way. Jen felt accomplished in herself. But before she could celebrate she had to do something about this full dust bin. Jen detached it from the vacuum and brought it over to the kitchen trash, ready to dump it all out.

Mike was buried in filth, covered in dust and dirt and hair and whatever else was inside the vacuum bin. He wondered why he wasn't obliterated by the vacuum like everything else was. Well, he didn't have to time to worry about that as his entire world started moving. All of the dust and debris shuffled around, moving Mike with it. He couldn't even see out of the clear canister anymore because the sides had been coated with the think dust. But he knew where he was going regardless, and he wasn't looking forward to it. The bin stopped, and Mike knew it was happening. The bottom dropped out from beneath Mike and he and massive amounts of vacuum dust where deposited into the foul trash of the kitchen. 

Mike landed with a bump into the garbage as the rest of the dust debris rained down from above and spread itself all across the trash can. The first thing Mike noticed was the awful, foul smelling emanating from everywhere. It smelled like, well, trash, and the worst kind of trash at that. Old food trash. Mike was laying around with old, expired food that had been unrefrigerated for days. The trash had been taken out a few days ago so things from before had been here day and night and day and night and Mike could tell from the smell. It invaded his nostrils and made him puke all over himself. The worst part was there was no escaping it. He couldn't just walk away, or close the lid, he was one with the smell. It consumed him and became part of him. It was terrible.

Laying down in the trash Mike looked upwards through the dispersed dust covering and saw the face of his giant sister miles above staring down at him with complete and total disinterest. But she wasn't looking at him, she was looking at trash, because to her that's all that was in the trash can after all. She never knew she just threw her own brother into the garbage. Mike knew it was worthless, knew it was pointless, knew it wouldn't amount to anything, but he started waving his arms and screaming up to his sister. He knew she would never see or hear him, but the trash was the literal last place he wanted to be, so he had to try to get the hell out of here. But as expected, her face disappeared without a care in the world and was replaced by the lid of trash can, sending Mike into the pure, smelly darkness. 

Before he had been encased in darkness Mike had seen that the top of the trash can was miles above him. He assumed the trash was only about half filled. Considering that and the fact it was pitch black, there was no way he was going to climb he was out. He crawled over to the side, not wanting to even think about what he was crawling on. It felt slippery and wet and gross, whatever it was. He hit the side and started feeling the trash bag itself. At his size, there was no way he was going to break the bag, it was too strong for him. And there was no way he could find anything to break it, nor did he even know if there was anything. Mike had thrown boxes of sorts into the trash with corners before and all they did was stretch the bag out. He faced the fact, he was stuck in the garbage and he wasn't getting out.

Mike couldn't hold it in anymore and just broke down crying. A few days ago everything had been fine. He was a normal guy, just going about his life, and everything was okay. Then he shrunk. It had been a terrible few days between being stuck in his sister's disgusting lint, walked over by all of his sisters and even his own mom, painted to his sister's toenail, buried in the filth of some girl he didn't even know, and nearly be eaten multiple times. And now he was inside of the family trash. It was downright humiliating to him, and he couldn't take it anymore. He just wanted everything to go back to normal. But that wasn't going to happen. He was stuck in the trash with no way out, and Mike was ready to just give up all hope of ever getting back to normal.

* * *

Over the course of the remainder of the day, several things happened revolving the trash can in the kitchen.

Leslie was getting herself a glass of soda when she poured a little too much and the carbonated fizz overflowed the top and spilled over the counter. She quickly grabbed some napkins, cleaned all the sticky soda up before it dried, crumpled them up, and tossed the soiled napkins into the garbage. 

Jen had eaten a small snack during the midday, a nice banana. When she was finished with it, she tossed the browned and bruised peel into the trash where it belonged. 

Molly and her sister were out in the living room during the day, and during that time Molly was clipping her toe nails. When she finished, she gathered them all up and tossed them into the nearest trash can, the kitchen one. She remarked how bad it smelt when she opened the lid. 

Later in the day Leslie was in the kitchen and threw away a small gum wrapper while staring mindlessly at her phone. It unfortunately slipped from her hand and feel right into the nasty trash can with a loud smack. She looked down into the disgusting trash can and all the nasty stuff inside of it. She had no idea she was looking right at her minuscule brother. Reluctantly, she reached her hand into the trash can and felt around for a bit until she finally gripped her phone and pulled it out. She instantly washed her hands. Trash was nasty. 

When evening came, Linda, Mike's mom, came home and after getting comfortable started to make dinner. While it was cooking, Linda decided to check the fridge if there was any old or expired food. It was trash night so it was a good time to do so. She found some ground beef that had been in there for a week, as well as some cheese starting to grow mold. She took these over to the trash and tossed them in without a care in the world. She had no idea her only son was being buried by the food she tossed in. Cooking dinner Linda ended up peeling some potatoes and tossing the peels into the trash, as well as emptying a bag of frozen vegetables and tossing the empty bag into the garbage as well.

After dinner, Molly had some scraps of food still left on her plate, so she scraped them into the trash can and left to do her own thing.

* * *
Mike was walking around the trash can, not really knowing what else he could do. It was pretty hard to do so in the dark, but he managed. After combing his way through the massive amounts of dust from the vacuum, Mike ran into some hard. He put his hands on it, not even worrying about the gross factor at this point, he was way past that. It was hard and awkwardly shaped, and covered with fuzz? He had no idea. The lid of the trash can opened and light shined down upon the garbage. Mike now saw that what he was touching was a massive glob of hardened gum. He could tell it was several times his size and was coated with a layer of dust. He trembled in fear as he realized it was the same gum he had been stuck in not that long ago. Mike looked up to see a massive spherical object falling into the trash can. It landed with a loud, wet splunk, splaying droplets of sweet liquid all over the place. And then it went dark.

Mike had face planted into the gum from the quake the soggy napkins caused. Thank goodness the gum had been hardened. The incident had still scared him nonetheless. He now realized just how vulnerable he was. He was always afraid of just being in the trash can, but now he knew just the act of someone tossing trash away was dangerous. He wasn't even sure who threw it away, but it didn't matter, he was trash to them no matter what. He walked over to where he could sense the large object landed and could smell the sweet scent of soda. It was actually a nice pleasing scent for Mike, finally something to overtake the horrible stench of garbage. 

Mike had resorted to sucking the soda out of the napkins. He was thirsty and it honestly didn't taste bad. The trash illuminated once more and Mike saw how massive the soggy napkin in front of him was. The gum blob was nearly five times his height and this napkin was over double that. It was huge. Mike looked up again to see Jen staring down, but her face was quickly replaced by a massive yellow-brown octopus thing? Whatever it was it was heading right for him, and Mike could do nothing as the sky went dark again. 

Mike was saved as the banana peel smashed down and landed atop the soda soaked napkin. It smashed into it with forced and a river of soda poured of it, easily sweeping Mike away. Mike fell on his back and was forced to follow the current of the soda as it carried him somewhere else in the trash can. Flailing about Mike only achieved getting himself covered in the sticky residue. Eventually the river shallowed and Mike was able to climb out, but the damage was done. He now had no idea where he was in the trash or if he had even fallen deeper. It was all a big mystery, and on top of that, he was fed up with people throwing trash away. He just wanted it to stop. He found a secure place and just laid down.


Mike had no idea how much time had passed, but whatever it was, it had been too long. The sky opened up again and Mike saw the face of Molly appear above him like some sort of Goddess illuminated by the rays of light. She might as well have been a goddess with the control she didn't even know she had over Mike. Mike hear her announce how nasty the trash smelled as her voiced echoed throughout the walls of the trash. She had no idea. Mike watched as Molly dropped a bunch of objects into the trash and closed the lid, leaving him in darkness once more. Mike was pelted with the discarded toenails which happened to land exactly where he was as if she was aiming for him, but she wasn't. She didn't even know. They bounced all around him before he felt one or two land on him rather painfully. He was unharmed overall, but it was just adding insult to injury. He tried to push the nails off of him, but they were stuck.

Mike had given up with the nails, they weren't coming off. What did it matter anyway? They just further cemented the fact of his trashy nature. But it wasn't over yet as light filled the area once more and Mike saw the massive figure of his sister Leslie standing above the opening of the trash can. She wasn't even looking into it, rather at her phone. A measly wrapper dropped out of her hands, but the real issue came when the gigantic phone in her hands slipped and was heading into the trash. Although it didn't land near him, Mike felt the quake caused from the phone where he was. Pieces of garbage were flung about and some even landed on him. 

Mike watched Leslie start to lower to massive hand into the trash. This was it, this was how he was going to get out of this hell. Mike jumped up and began trying to find where Leslie's fingers would land. If he could hitch a ride, he would get the hell out of here. However, he planned a little too well and Leslie thumb smashed down onto him, pressing his face into the nasty garbage. Leslie lifted her hand again not finding her phone, unknowing that he insignificant brother was now stuck to her thumb. She thought it was absolutely disgusting that just her fingers were touching the trash, she had no idea of the torture she was putting her brother through as she lower he hand once again, and Mike was smashed face first into the sticky, grimy garbage. Again and again Leslie raised and lowered her hand pushing poor Mike into the trash, sometimes he was unfortunate and had his mouth open, getting a taste of what it was like. It wasn't good. But it was a price he would pay if it got him out of here. Leslie finally found her phone and began to wrap her fingers around it. In doing so, she scraped her thumb across the trash, unknowingly tossing her brother off her thumb and leaving him with the waste. Mike could only watch as Leslie lifted her phone into the heavens, leaving him trapped in the trashy hell, and then the lid closed and he was in darkness once more. 

Mike was distraught. His one and only chance of getting out of here was gone. Leslie was his only hope of getting out, and he missed it. He was done. He quit. He gave up. This was the end. He was going to be trash forever, at least until someone changed the bag and set him to the curb. Then he would be at the dump. That was his destiny, and nothing was going to change that. Things only got worse as the lid opened once more and Mike saw the face of his mother looking down at him. His hope was invigorated. It was his mother, she had to save him. Sure, she hadn't before, but this was different. He had been through hell, so now it had to be over. His mom would save him. She didn't. Mike saw a container appear above before massive chucks of food rained down from above. Mike started screaming as he blocked his head from the raining ground beef failing down. It exploded upon impact and spread out everywhere, tripping Mike up. He watched as his mother continued dropping more upon him, not a care in the world. More ground beef exploded next to the pile Mike was atop of sending him flying elsewhere in the garbage. Mike looked up at his mother, the beef having stopped, and saw her looking down with complete disinterest. She was quieting singing a nice upbeat song which echoed down into the trash.

It wasn't over yet as another container appeared above the trash can and Mike watched as orange cheese rained down from above. Mike screamed as the cheese fell around him, and he noticed some of it was green. In his attempt to run and relatively large shred of moldy cheese landed on him knocking him down into the trash. He was forced to stare upward as more cheese rained down and his mother gave no sign of even noticing her tiny son beneath all the garbage. To her, she was throwing expired food away into a trash can filled only with garbage, there was no human being, especially not her own son, in it. Eventually the avalanche stopped and his goddess of a mother vanished, sealing him in darkness once more. 

Her face appeared not long after as Mike watched her drop wet potato peels into the trash around him. He had barely recovered from her last trash excursion and was not ready for this. The wet peels slapped the ground around him causing him to lose his balance and fall back into the trashy muck. With all the liquid that had been added, the trash around him was starting to become a swamp of sorts and Mike was finding himself getting stuck in the goop. Before he knew it the light was blocked out again, but not because the lid closed, no, a giant bag was dropping into the trash, but before it landed the lid really did close. Mike sloshed around in the dark swamp trying to find someplace safe. He fell face first into the swamp and got a mouth full of the trash water. He spit it out as quickly as he could and continued on trying to get somewhere safe. Mike eventually found what he assumed was the edge of the bag his mom had thrown in earlier. He used all his strength to climb on top of it, and for once, found himself out of the trash. His feet were standing on a discarded bag, but at least it wasn't wet sloppy trash. He was still covered in it though. Once he was safe, Mike again broke down into tears.

The lid opened once more and Mike barely bothered to look up. Whatever he saw was only going to make his life worse. He looked up and confirmed it. He saw Molly above him holding a plate. She began to tip it over and Mike heard a loud scraping sound erupt. He looked up and saw massive mounds of food rain down upon him. Meaty morsels and mushed potatoes and even a couple vegetables collapsed the bag Mike was on and compressed around him. He was slightly launched in the air only to land onto the food and get a face full of it. For once he was happy to get a face full of something. The scarping stopped and all went dark. Mike started to eat his meal. Sure, his sister had just thrown it into the trash on top of him, but it was food. Still relatively fresh food at that. Even trashy fresh food was better than nothing. He ate his fill and then laid down with it. He wasn't hungry anymore, but he still was stuck in a trash can.

Nothing happened for a long time after that. Mike assumed everyone went off and did there own things. Eventually the light appeared again and Leslie's face appeared above him. She turned he face starting directly towards the trash. He called out and waved his hands. It didn't nothing, but he had to try. Leslie pushed her hair out of the way and Mike saw her mouth form into a small circle. A giant, salivating, sticky glob of gum emerged from her mouth and plummeted past Mike into the garbage. A few drops of spit fell as well, one of them landing on Mike. He figured the light was going to go out again, but it didn't. Leslie brought her head back, standing tall again, still looking down into the trash. Mike started to panic.

* * *

Linda had charged Leslie with taking out the trash, so some time after dinner Leslie headed to the kitchen. She opened the trash can and spit her taste gum into it, barely missing some food scraps in there. Her mind never even contemplated or thought about what was in the trash, because to her it was just trash. After spitting out her gum she grabbed the edges of the back and started to lift the bag of garbage out of the can. She tied the bag up and, along with another bag of trash from around the house, took it outside. She grabbed the garbage can from the garage and tossed the two bags of trash into it, before she rolled it to the curb and left it there for the trash men to do their job. She headed back inside, having no idea she just left her brother out like a simple piece of trash.

* * *

Mike started yelling at his sister to stop, but she didn't listen as she gripped the edge of the trash bag. Mike's world tilted as he was flung off the bag and landed directly into the gum Leslie has just spit out. Mike was completely immobile and could only watch as his sister above removed all the edges of the trash can and began to lift it up. Mike screamed again and trash rolled one way and another, himself included. With a smack the trash bag landed on the kitchen floor and Mike looked upward as his sister closed the bag, looking down upon him like the trash he was. The sky turned white as the trash bag closed, sealing Mike off from the outside world. The bag was lifted again and titled on its side as Mike and the gum wad he was stuck in rolled all over the place. Soon the piles of garbage overtook him and Mike was being buried beneath trash. 

The gum rolled between various holes and Mike found himself pressed up against the side of the trash bag, with trash holding him in place. The bag was vertical so it wasn't so bad, but that changed as the lifting sensation came again. Leslie deposited the bag her brother was in into the garbage can, unfortunately the side Mike was at landed down, and Mike face planted into the bottom of the trash can as the weight of all the trash pressed him and gum into it. It only got worse as Leslie dropped the other bag of trash onto the first and Mike felt even more weight crush into him. He was now stuck in a wad of wet chewing up, pressed face first into the plastic side of a trash bag at the bottom of a garbage can, with two bags worth of trash pressing down on him. The gum absorbed most of the weight for him, but it wasn't comfortable, and the gum was starting to flatten out from the weight. Mike felt the movement of the garbage can, but before long it stopped, and Mike knew then it was over. He was sitting at the curb, waiting for the trash men to come and finish this once and for all.

* * *
Inside, Leslie placed a new trash bag into the can, and then washed her hands. She didn't even the trash, but she still felt dirty. Trash was disgusting and gross and she felt sorry for the trash men who had to deal with it. 

Mike couldn't move.    

In the dark, dreary depths of the garbage bag he laid, but it was no peaceful position. His arms were spread wide, his legs split in the shape of a V. The side of his face was being mashed into the foul-smelling plastic of the garbage bag. He knew from experience that the trash bags his family used were white. It was such a pointless fact, both before his situation and during it. He assumed they were still white, but inside of the bag was pitch black, and his right eye was closed because of it's proximity to the bag. His left eye was only seeing black, but he knew it was the gum his body was trapped in. The gum prevented him from moving, at all. The phrase goes "don't move a muscle," but Mike really couldn't move a single muscle in his predicament.    


 The gum wasn't even the worst part.  


Sitting on top of the gum, and thus Mike, was an entire garbage bag's worth of various trashy debris. Food scraps, used napkins, other pieces of gum, nail clippings, and a variety of other junk including the very same loaf of bread Mike has tossed out just a couple days prior. It had felt like years. All of it was sitting atop Mike. And above that bag of trash was another, equally filled, bag of garbage. Mike was distraught. He was beneath garbage. Not just literally, he was metaphorically lower on the scale that garbage. He was a human being, but he was being treated like filthy trash, and it was his own sister that had done this to him. His sister tossed him into the garbage along with vacuum dust, and then his other sister took him out on the curb like the garbage he was.    

 And they had no idea they even did it.  

Jen, Molly, Leslie, even his own mother. They all thought Mike was at a friend's house, having fun, but he wasn't. He was sitting out on the curb buried beneath all the trash they had collected, waiting for the garbage collectors to come and take him away. Mike was no longer human, he was trash.    

The gum Mike was stuck in was still fresh. The weight of everything else pressed down tremendously on it, crushing it as flat as it could be. Any juices left in the gum had been squished out and now pooled at the bottom of the bag. Half of Mike's face was drowning in gum juice and spit, but the other half stayed above it and forced him to breath in air. The only solace Mike had was the fading scent of bubble gum, emanating from the gum. Most of the flavor had been taken away by Leslie, but some remained. The odor of the garbage was taking over though, and soon all Mike would smell is rotten food.   

It was nighttime, and nobody was coming to gather the trash until dawn broke, and Mike couldn't move. He had to be stuck there, for hours, thinking about what had occurred to him. Why it had occurred to him. He had a lot to think about, and a lot of time to think with.   

12am 

Why did this happen? There was no reason. It had simply happened. There is no special reason why it happened to Mike. There's no test, there's no game. It just happened. That was it. It sucks, but then, that is life.  

2am 

What had he survived so far? He had been crushed mercilessly by his sisters, their bare feet, their shoes. He had been ground into the muck on their soles. He had been nearly eaten, painted onto a toe nail, sucked into a vacuum cleaner,  and he was even surviving being in the garbage. He had survived too much. Why was he alive? That was what he wondered. Why was Mike not dead yet? Because he was lucky. Luck was on his side and allowed him to live though everything, or maybe it's unlucky? Maybe it was a miracle.   

4am  

Mike was ready to die. He tried drowning himself in the gum juices, but he couldn't move his head enough to do it. The gum was holding it in place. He would live.    

6am 

For the first time in several hours, Mike felt movement. It was still pitch black, but he felt weight lift off of him. The other trash bag had been lifted, and a second later he felt the weightless sensation take over him. Time was up, he was going to be deposited into the garbage truck. As the bag lifted, Mike noticed something odd: the juice was going away. Not moving around, it was falling out. No longer being smashed by the bottom of the garbage can, Mike was able to move somewhat, and helpfully, the juices had deteriorated the gum's hold somewhat. He looked down and noticed a small hole in the garbage bag that the liquid was escaping from. He had no idea where it came from, but he didn't care. It was a way out of this. For the first time in hours, Mike wanted to live. He frantically began to scratch at the hole as best as he could, and crawled and dragged himself through it.     

Everything happened in a split second, because that was how fast it needed to happen. Mike poured from the garbage along with the liquid and slammed down onto the black driveway of his yard. It was a miracle he had survived the fall without any injuries. A miracle, or something else.   

The menacing roar of the garbage truck faded into the distance as Mike stayed laying stomach down on the driveway. He was too terrified to move. Too worn out. He had just escaped certain death and a one-way trip to the dump and now he was safe...relatively safe. He was still outdoors, sitting in the middle of his driveway. Nobody parked in the driveway though, he would be safe. Mike realized how tried he was. Outdoors was a terrible place to sleep for a person of his size. Bugs would devour him, but he couldn't help it. He hadn't gotten any sleep during his time in the garbage, and he had gone the past day without sleep. He knew it was a terrible place to sleep, but his body didn't care. It forced him to sleep. So Mike closed his eyes, hoping he would get to open them again.   

Mike slowly opened his eyes, adjusting them to the bright morning sun that had appeared over the horizon. The sun wasn't what had woken him though, it was the rhythmic click-click happening nearby, getting louder and louder. In his grogginess, Mike looked backwards and saw his gigantic mother heading down the driveway right towards him. She was leaving for work, dressed in her nice suit, stockings, and pumps. There was nothing Mike could do, she was simply too fast. He followed her foot upward and saw the sole of her pump halt it's forward movement right above him. The soles had been worn down quite a bit from repeated use, and there was a relatively small glob of gunk stuck to the sole. It had been crushed flat to the sole from being walked on so often, but has also collected a lot of scraps. Several pieces of dirt, a strand of hair, one crushed ant, and so much other crud. As she set her foot down onto the driveway, the glob picked up one more straggler.   

Without even a second to prepare for what happened, Mike's face was smashed into the driveway as his mother's shoe pressed down onto him. His back was pressed into the glob of gook on her shoe and he knew instantly what had happened, and he couldn't believe it. After everything that had happened, everything he endured, he had managed to escape the garbage, and the very next thing that happened to him was getting stuck to the sole of his own mother's shoe. It was ludicrous. As his mother began her next step, Mike's faced was pressed full force onto the dirty pavement. Though flat, the gook had seeped into one of the small treads on her shoe, and thus was deep enough for Mike to get stuck in without being crushed flat by the pavement. He was along for the ride. The weight lifted and Mike went soaring along with the other dirt and debris stuck to his mother's shoe.    

 *        *        *   

Linda was getting ready for work in the early morning. There was something going on at her work today that would require her to be on her feet a lot, and so she wanted to wear something comfortable. She looked through her shoes and found a pair of pumps she's had for a while. They were pretty worn in and thus were comfortable on her feet, they would be perfect. She slipped them on her feet and finished some last minute preparations. She never looked at the soles of the shoes she put on, and so she didn't notice how worn out they were, nor did she see the glob of disgusting, nasty gook that she had stepped in quite a while ago.  If she had seen it, she might have opted not to wear these shoes. But why would she look at the bottom of her shoes? Unless there was a very good reason to look at the bottom of them, there simply was no point. The floor and ground where nasty and covered with dirt, and all that stuck to shoe soles, which just got them nasty and gross. The soles of her shoes were for disgusting filth, not for her to look at. Those were just her general thoughts though,  and as she slipped her shoes on, they, and especially the soles, where the farthest thing from her mind.    

Mike was up there in her mind, but as far as she was concerned, he was still at his friend's house. He was coming back later today, would probably be home when she got home from work. She thought nothing of his absence this weekend. Linda walked out the front door, being sure to lock it, and traversed down the driveway to her car, which was parked on the curb. She heard the clicking of her heels as she walked down the pavement. She always liked the sound. The walk to her car was the most normal thing for Linda. She had done it hundreds of times. It was so natural for her she didn't even think about it, she just walked.    

Linda had no idea that as she was walking, she had inadvertently stepped on her only son. She had felt nothing when she stepped down and stepped up, because he wasn't that insignificant. Linda kept walking, completely oblivious to the fact that her son was the size of a speck of dirt, currently smashed into a glob of gunk stuck to the sole of her shoe. The soles of her shoes were the farthest thing from her mind right now, but even farther was the idea that her son was stuck to them. The idea is so obscenely farfetched that it isn't even an idea at all. Mike is nearly six feet tall, she would be able to see him, and besides, he was off at a friends house. Linda kept walking to her car, unknowingly carrying her son with her, burying him in more filth.    

Linda got into her car and started it up. She placed her foot on the gas and began moving. She never thought about the dirt and grime that had accumulated on the pedal of her car. It was not something she gave thought about, it was a natural reaction. The car ride was uneventful, as it always was. She had gotten stuck in some stop-and-go traffic as per usual, but it wasn't so bad. Linda was just ready to get her day over with.   

Linda began working almost immediately. There was a lot that had to get done and she had to get it done. For several hours she was on her feet, walking this way and that way and this way again. It was a busy morning and she was getting tired. Her feet were sore already and she really needed a break, so she went a took one. Linda went to a small break room and popped her feet up on the chair. She wasn't really supposed to do that, but at the moment she really didn't care.     

"Whew, rough day," one of Linda's co-workers said, entering the room and taking a seat near her. "I see you're relaxing."  

Linda gave a tiny chuckle. "You know it April, I've been running around all morning, I can use a couple minutes off my feet."   

"Yeah, don't we all," April said. By chance, she glanced around. "Um, did you step in gum Linda?" she asked, pointing to Linda's shoe.   

"What?" Linda asked. She took her shoe off and turned the sole of it towards her face. Sure enough, there was some nasty, gross-colored glob of something stuck to them. "Ew," she said. 

   *        *        * 

The pavement rushed up fast as Mike was slammed down into it again. Tears welled up in his eyes. He had been stepped on already, even stuck to people's feet and shoes, but this was torture. Sure, even his mother had stepped on him earlier, but that had been inside, with the carpet. Now, Mike was being mercilessly smashed into the rough and rocky pavement with no remorse at all. His mother didn't even care that she was using all of her weight to crush him against the pavement, because why would she care? She didn't even know he was down there. She couldn't care about doing it because as far as she knew she wasn't. But Mike knew. He knew very well that it was his own mother doing this. The woman that was supposed to take care of him and protect him was stepping all over him like he was a common piece of filth.   

As driveway turned to road the pavement became more rugged and Mike was still uncaringly smushed into it. He hated this. He was free, and then got stuck again. It was awful. But it kept going. After several more steps, the pavement turned into a warm and soft fuzzy carpet. It was the floor of his mother's car. The warmth was short lived though, as a few seconds later Mike was lifted into the air again and slammed into the gas pedal. His face was pressed into clumps of grime that had gotten stuck to the pedal from multiple uses. It was even filthier than him, but now they were even. Mike's face was jammed into it and he was forced to smell the awful rubbery smell of it. It got in his mouth and the taste was unimaginable. There were simply no words to describe how bad it was. It was unfathomable how filthy the pedal had gotten over the years. Mike could do nothing but struggle to deal with it as his mother pressed on and off with the gas.   

Eventually she had to brake, and Mike was removed from the gas pedal. Some of the grime from it stuck to him and came with him as he was smashed into the brake pedal. It was just as disgusting. For an hour Mike was shifted from one pedal to the next without a care in the world. His mother was only driving. She had no idea that by doing so she was subjecting her son to such awful, horrendous conditions. That fact that she didn't know made it worse for Mike. If she had know, she might have been going easy on it, but she didn't, and she wasn't. His mother was going full force with it, because there was only filth on her shoe, not her son.  

The car stopped and Mike was removed from the pedal and smashed back down on the carpet of the car. It was not as warm as it once was, but it was better than the pedal. Part of his vision was blocked from stray grime that had covered his face. He could still see well, but it was just nasty. For a split second Mike was at peace. All was calm and as pleasant at it had been for a day. That didn't last long though, as Mike felt himself whipped over as his mother got out of the car. He was once again pressed into the pavement as she walked from her car to inside the building.    

Step after step after step Mike was smashed, and squashed, and squished into the pavement while his mother walked on unknowingly. He wasn't really sure what his mother did at work, but he hoped she just sat at a desk all day and didn't move. Normally she did, but not today. The pavement turned to icy cold tile when she walked into the building. Mike felt the difference immediately and was quite thankful for it. It was still an awful feeling being an insignificant piece of dirt stuck to your mother's shoe as she walked all over you completely oblivious to your situation. But it was better than the rough pavement.  

Hours passed with nothing but walking. It was just steps and steps and more steps and when she wasn't stepping she was standing with her full weight pressing down on her shoe. Mike liked the steps better. When his mother was standing all of the grime started to surround him and it made him feel even smaller, and he got a taste of what the nasty floor of her work was like. It wasn't good. At least when she stepped he had a extremely brief moment of freedom from being pressed into the floor. He savored those split seconds for all they were worth. He had been pressed deeper into the glob which softened the blow from her footfalls somewhat. It was still awful, but it was better. But it never let up. She kept walking and walking and standing and walking. Mike had given up all hope. He was never going to get removed from his mother's shoe. It had been a miracle the last times he had escaped this fate, but he knew it would never happen now. He was too far gone to be saved from this fate. When he didn't return home later they would know something was wrong. Everyone would go looking for him, first at his friends house, then elsewhere. Nobody would ever look at the sole of his mother's shoes. They would be looking for normal sized Mike, looking for a average human being. They would never look at the sole of a filthy dirt-ridden shoe because it was impossible for a human being to be there.  

But he was.      

The tile turned to carpet. It wasn't soft carpet, it was short, rough, shaggy carpet. Mike didn't care anymore. After a few steps on the carpet, Mike was lifted into the air again, but this time wasn't slammed down onto the floor. Mike looked around and knew what had happened. His mother had put her feet up! Mike was vertical for the first time in a very long time, and he was seeing the world as it was meant to be seen. He rejoiced as well as anyone in his position could rejoice. He could barely move his hands but he did so anyway. He knew it would only be a matter of time until his mother started walking again, so he was going to enjoy this.  

He saw an unoccupied chair in the distance, but soon it became occupied. He didn't know who it was nor did he care. That is, until he saw her point at him. It wasn't at him exactly, but it was definitely at the shoe he was stuck to. A feeling welled up inside Mike's stomach. Did that girl, by some miraculous chance, spy him inside of the gook on his mother's shoe? His mother's hand appeared nearby and grabbed the shoe he was stuck to. He felt himself lifted away and with a super quick whip he was turned around and was looking right at the face of his gigantic mother. 

Yes! A smile rose on Mike's face. He had been seen! Mike began waving his hands frantically, as best as he could, and shouting out to his mother. He was going to be saved from this hell. His mother would save him and get him back to normal. All of this would go away. Mike continued his celebration until he saw his mother's face contort into one of disgust. What was happened? She had seen him, right? Of course not. The smile on Mike's face vanished as he heard the word "Ew" uttered from his mother's lips.  

  *        *        *  

Linda looked at the disgusting mess on the sole of her shoe. It was a sticky, black color covered with freckles of brown dirt. She saw a strand of blond hair stuck in it as well as what she assumed were a couple squashed ants. It was simply repulsive. Linda had no idea that stuck inside that repulsive gunk was her son, begging for her attention. She didn't give it to him.    

Some guy entered into the break room, acting just a tad bit frantic. "Oh Linda, there you are. We need you for something quick," he said, and then left almost as quickly. 

"I'll deal with this later," Linda said, slipping her shoe back on. "See you later April," she waved goodbye as she walked out of the room. 

   *        *        *   

Mike was in tears. His mother didn't see him, she only saw disgusting filth stuck to her shoe. She screamed through the tears, waving his hands doing whatever he could to get her to see him, but she could not. There was nothing to see. He felt the shoe flip around and his view changed back to the girl he didn't know sitting in the seat. His mother had put her shoe back on. And if she did that, then she was going to.... 

Mike was smashed back into the carpet once more. All hope was lost. This was his fate. The last chance he ever had of getting out of this mess had only seen him as dirt. Mike resigned himself to silence as his mother continually walked over him throughout her day, never knowing that she was stepping on her son. Never knowing that the glob she had seen earlier was where her son was. Never knowing she was the one causing him massive amounts of pain and suffering. This was Mike's life, until the clock struck 4.  

  *        *        *   

Mike woke up in his bed. He felt horrible, awful, very groggy. Was everything that had just happened a dream? It was very vivid. He remembers all of it, every moment. He looked around his room. His phone was still on the table where he had left it. He quickly checked it to see the date and time. It was Monday at five o'clock. The weekend had passed. Then....everything did happened. But...Mike was normal sized again. None of it made sense to him.  

"You in here Mike?" Leslie said, busting open the door without knocking. One she saw him in bed, she turned toward the open door. "See, he's in here. Probably came in and slept without us knowing." She took another step closer to Mike and instantly regretted it. "Ew, nasty. Have you showered at all Mike? You smell was garbage. Yuck. Speaking of which, you're taking it out next time. I did it last night and it was nasty!" Leslie left his room, and Mike followed suit. 

He walked across the hallway and felt the freshly vacuumed carpet beneath his feet. He passed by Jen in the hallway and ignored he greetings. He instinctively looked down at her feet out of fear of what he had gone through.  

"You like my nails?" Jen asked. "I did them while you were gone, they looked better yesterday. They already started to chip."  

Mike kept walking, into the kitchen. He checked the trash can, and saw it was empty.   

"Mom, is this your shoe in the freezer?" Molly asked. She was looking through it for food, while Linda was making dinner. 

"Yeah, I stepped in gum or something and I read you can freeze it off. I figured I'd try it," she said.  

"Ew, that's nasty," Molly said.   

Mike stood silent for some time, long enough to start to worry his mother.    

"Is everything okay Mike?" she asked. "You can tell me sweetie, I'm not going to hurt you."  

Mike stood there, thinking about what he could possibly say to that. "It's nothing, mom. I'm just glad to be back home."