A short while later, Haley returned, carrying a dinner plate loaded with mashed potatoes, half of a corn cob, a slice of garlic bread, and a pork chop. She stretched one leg out, feeling under her bed for the shoe that she knew contained the miniaturized Brandon and gripped it awkwardly with her big and second toes, dragging it out from under her bed. She tipped over the shoe carelessly and then turned around on her heels, sitting down onto the bed. With only the smallest amount of interest, she watched the mouth of her ratty old shoe, waiting for the teeny teenager to come out, but when he hadn't after a minute, she began to eat.

  She started with the bread, taking a massive bite out of the slice that left little more than half of the piece left, musing to herself that she was now easily able to eat more in one mouthful than Brandon would be able to eat in a day. Several days, more likely. Swinging her legs a bit, she swallowed the lump of chewed garlic bread and then picked up the shoe between both of her feet, tilting it back and forth and shaking it slightly until the miniscule being plummeted from the mouth of the shoe onto the floor.

  Haley giggled to herself at the sight of the boy, so distant, so tiny that none of his features at all were really visible to her anymore. She placed her feet back down onto the floor, this time with her toes before him. She wriggled them, massive in comparison to the speck of a human, slowly and deliberately lifting up a few toes at once as she tilted her foot, rolling the toes about in an effort to fan out whatever unpleasant odor might linger between them. She of course couldn't see Brandon's reaction to whatever offensive stinks he might be suffering at that moment, but the thought of the complete and total humiliation he must be going through was enough for her.

  "You know..." She said as she slowly slid the foot closer to Brandon, who instinctively backed up, "I've been on my feet pretty much all day. So...it'd be pretty nice if somebody were to maybe try giving them a little attention." She tapped her toes against the floor, the mere force delivered from this minor movement causing Brandon to stumble and fall onto his rear. She smiled and then raised all the toes on her left foot, moving it until she guessed the ball of her foot was nearly touching Brandon, and her toes were all hanging over him, nothing to hold them up and stop them from coming back down, smearing him out of existence, save for her will.

  "Just a few minutes would be nice...a 'tiny' little massage, under my toes. Between em, too. Oh, and if you could just wipe anything you find on there off of me, that'd be like...super cool." She stifled a giggle at how silly she sounded, and added, "Sorry about the smell." She felt a small rush of power as she splayed her toes out, spreading them as far as she could to try and see what Brandon was up to between them, and to her great enjoyment witnessed him slowly, reluctantly moving closer, rubbing the base of her middle toe, near the ball.
 
  She was barely able to feel it, however, only the faintest of tickling sensations, which made her jerk her foot, clenching her toes. Had she not pulled back at just that moment, Brandon easily would've been smashed into goo underneath the toe he had attempted miserably to massage. Giggling to herself she lifted the foot up to her opposite knee, and picked at the toe with her finger.

  "Haha, wow...sorry, no, that won't work. You're WAY too dinky, that tickles like crazy. You're pretty much useless for a foot massage." She laughed, taking another large bite of mashed potatoes. She watched the pathetic little spot, sitting there where she had left him, and then grinned mischievously as she swung the other foot over him, the middle of her sole hanging what was roughly a few feet in his perspective overhead.

  "I guess I may as well just squash you, then..." She lowered her foot a tiny amount, but not enough to touch the floor, and then moved it back quickly to catch his reaction. He had, as she expected, fallen back and thrown up his arms in defensive terror.

  "God, you totally fell for that! Like...if I had actually wanted to do that, you'd be jam right now. And you threw your arms up, that's hilarious. Cuz that would've stopped me, yeah?" She continued to laugh at his expense, more entertained by these antics than she had been in a long, long time. Sliding off the edge of her bed, she plopped down onto her soft bottom, Brandon left in the diamond shape formed by her crossed legs. She continued eating, watching him look around, with nowhere to go, knowing that even if he tried to escape, and there were a place for him to do so, he'd never reach it before the tiniest shifts from Haley would capture him again. 

  Brandon jumped suddenly, stumbling and falling yet again at the unexpected rumbling of Haley's stomach. This made her almost choke on a bit of pork, having to set her fork and dinner plate down onto the ground to lean back against her bed and giggle for a few moments at how jumpy Brandon had become in such a short amount of time. The impact that shrinking had on a person was more than interesting, and enjoyable, for the young girl. Just a meager little grumble from her itty bitty tummy was enough to cause an older boy, nearly a man, to jump with fear. Her laughter naturally stirred up her stomach even more, causing a small series of gurgles and squelches to accompany her digesting dinner.

  Reaching down, she not-so-carefully scooped up the mini-teen onto her fingernail and then leaned back, depositing him onto her belly.

  "Aww, is that what you're afraid of? That's just my gut, you fraidy cat. I guess it must a little more intimidating when you're almost as small as some seasoning, huh?" She covered her mouth as she felt a burp rise, her stomach trembling slightly as she suppressed the small belch, causing Brandon to tumble a little ways down her tummy, over the dip in her shirt that covered her belly button, so that he was now resting on the small bit of chubby belly below it.

  "You really oughta relax, you're so tense. What are you so scared of? It's not like I'm going to up and eat you or something." She couldn't help but smile. "Not like I'd get much out of it. You're like, what, half of a calorie to me? If I were you I'd stay away from anything edible, I could gulp you down and never even know it." She reached a hand up and brought it down onto her stomach beside him, tapping the fat of her belly with her index finger and grinning as the jiggles prevented Brandon from getting to his feet.

  "What AM I going to do with you?" 

  A good hour and a half had come and gone since Haley had eaten dinner, Brandon watching in humiliation as the once smaller and seemingly meeker teenageer casually consumed more food than he had ever seen in one place in his entire life. It had been a very surreal experience for the shrunken classmate, that had gone a long ways in putting everything into perspective for him. A perspective from the floor, lower than an insect. His entire world now was from the point of view of an ant, and each passing moment served to remind him just how insignificant, pathetic, and irrelevant he now was. All of the strength in his once modestly impressive body was barely enough to cause a tickle between a high school girl's sweaty toes, and the most minor of stomach gurgles or girlish burps was enough to knock him to the ground. The ground, of course, had been a vast, warm, plush cushion of stomach fat upon which Brandon was merely a speck.
   More than once he found his mind wandering towards terrible and horrible ends that only compounded upon the immediate dangers he was facing each and every minute he spent in the presence of the gargantuan Haley. She hadn't needed to taunt him with warnings about staying away from food, nor threatened him with the very real possibility of being swallowed up, alive, like a fleck of seasoning. He was very much aware of these quite plausible scenarios, and they had began to pick at his nerves before he'd even witnessed her shoveling thousands of tons of food into her cavernous maw.
  His humiliations never ceased, and he was beginning to grow increasingly terrified of the feeling that Haley would not get around to returning him to his normal size, even IF some horrible tragedy didn't befall him. If he had any backbone left after being thrown about by an after-dinner belch, he would have let his temper run away with him and lash out at the collossal, carefree classmate that had taken him captive, perhaps punching or kicking at whatever bit of her he could reach at the moment his patience finally gave way. But the simple thought of snapping at her, all 2 or 3 million lbs of fat, muscle, and bone that made up her statuesque body, now filled him with dread and an even greater sense of belittlement. Would she even notice a smack or kick to her toe to be amused at? Could she even recognize hostility from someone smaller than a bead of sweat or flake of dandruff?
  All around him came a tremendous, wet, gargling rumble, the fifteenth or sixteenth to send a lightning bolt of fear through Brandon's bones and heart, rousing him from his gloomy thoughts and reminding him where he now resided. With great amusement, Haley had 'carefully' pinched up the meager boy and stood to her full height after finishing her meal. Upon noticing in her mirror that her tummy had become exposed from the heaping meal she'd consumed, a mischievous thought entered her mind, and she rolled up the thin shirt enough to reveal the pit of her belly button, cautiously guiding the mortified Brandon into the fatty cave.
  To say that a teenage girl's belly button at the end of a long and hot school day was less than pleasant would be harsh understatement. The thick stench of sweat and grimey old skin, not unlike the toejam the miniscule teen had faced not long ago, was inescapable. Hardly any fresh air penetrated the cavern of pudge he had been tucked into. He was nestled, quite snugly, between a hair five times his length, halfway between curly and scraggly, a sandy blonde rope that Brandon could've made a noose out of were he so inclined, and a bluish-grey tuft of hot and faintly damp lint the size of a body pillow. Beneath and behind him in the nest of wrinkles were very fine, tiny pebble-sized grains of who knows what. Dirt, perhaps, clumps produced by the titanic teen's own body, or intruders from the outside world, (like himself, Brandon thought with mock-amusement) captured between the fleshy folds of the girl's navel and hidden here for who knows how long.
  Days? Weeks? YEARS, even? From the smell and debris surrounding him it was not hard to imagine Haley as a five or 6 year old girl, a toddler, laying on her stomach on a dirty carpet somewhere in this state-sized house, unknowingly collecting a piece of dirt in her pudgy little belly's button and carrying it to this very day. A thunderous gurgle sent tremors through the micro-teen's body, and he could almost sense a building-sized lump of mush shift somewhere through the intestinal labyrinth buried deeper in the girl's body, beyond the wall of chub behind him. 
  Just as he thought he was about to lose his mind and go running from the short tunnel of lard he'd been slipped into, suicidally diving from the gut of the giant girl and letting gravity decide his fat, the enormous finger returned, forcing the ceiling and floor fat to spread apart from the tiny portal out into the world. This created a dreadful suction around Haley's finger as she attempted to dig Brandon out without harming him, and he felt his ears pop quite painfully before her fingernail slid beneath him and both he, the ball of smelly, sweaty lint, and the hair (as well as a small layer of muck scraped out of the navel itself that unleashed a new wave of awful stinks that reminded Brandon of bad butter or cream cheese) were extracted from Haley's tummy.
  As he was brought out into the light he was able to see that the girl had finished readying herself for bed, now wearing an old, ratty, dark blue striped pair of boxers that had lost the elastic on on leg hole and hung loosely on her hips, and a light grey tank top that did little to conceal her blossoming breasts. His face went red as he saw through the hole in the crotch of the boxer shorts to a small patch of forested hairs that even from this distance he could tell matched the strand he'd spent the last dozen or so minutes against, and he looked up at Haley with the smallest glimmer of hope that he would now be restored and allowed to go on home. After all, if she were heading off to sleep, what possible entertainment could there be in keeping him any further?
   Instead she just held him up to her face and giggled softly, her warm breath, smelling slightly of peppermint toothpaste gushing over Brandon and forcing his hair back.
   "Looks like you've found yourself a little friend there, huh?" She sad, unable to stifle her laughter any further as she flicked away the wad of belly button lint that had been withdrawn alongside Brandon. She chuckled, shaking her finger and the miniaturized boy hard enough that he fell to his knees in her fingernail and clung to the print on her fingertip as the hair fell away and disappeared somewhere far below, near the soft, pink boulders that were Haley's toes.
   The laughter subsided a moment later, and she held her finger up to one humongous nostril, very gently smelling so as not to snort up the miniscule captive. She then lowered the finger once more, before her chest, and continued laughing as she moved towards her bed, sliding under the covers.
   "PHEW that's funky! I can't even imagine how icky my belly button must've smelled to you, puny!" She smirked mischievously as she settled against her numerous pillows, setting Brandon down on the hill of her left breast, pool-sized eyes focusing downwards on him with her almost predatory grin. "I guess in the morning we'll work out some kind of chore list for you, to definitely include swabbing out my belly button. Once you gather up all that gunk it'll make the perfect little bed for ya! Well...unless I roll over, then you'll probably get smashed into paste." She giggled even harder at the morbid thought, and Brandon could do nothing to prevent himself from rolling down the slope of her breast and sliding yet again down onto the gigantic, tubby field of Haley's stomach, in the darkness under the covers.