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Wherein Brandon's life stinks.
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   Brandon was only now starting to come around to the idea that he wasn't dreaming. Sitting on the soft, warm, pink and black diamond-pattered insole of Haley's colossal shoe, he couldn't help but wonder how on earth something like this had even been possible. People didn't shrink! It was just absurd. Getting to his own feet, he began to walk the length of the shoe. Despite the horrible, sweaty odor of the shoe, he did his best thinking when he was pacing, so he headed deeper, towards the toe of the sneaker.
   He had been at school, he remembered, at his locker, when Haley came up and asked him to help her get her own locker open. By the time they'd made it to that end of the school the halls were more or less emptied. He never thought to ask her why she'd come all the way across the building to get his help instead of anybody else with a locker near her own.
   Brandon had gone to school with Haley for several years, and she was pretty cute. He'd thought about asking her to hang out at one point, a few months ago, but she was so quiet and reserved, and there were so many other bubbly girls eager to chat boys up that...well...why bother cracking that shell?

   While he struggled, trying to open her locker, she simply stood behind him, insisting she had put in the right combination and that it was only stuck. The next thing he knew something very hot hit him in the back, something...like static, maybe. And then he was waking up, in the cupped palm of an enormous Haley, walking home from school.
   She had barely said two words to him as she casually walked home, like any other school day. For all of his yelling, demanding to know what had happened, what was going on, how this was possible, all he got in return was a, 'Don't fall.' Each of her steps was enough to send him back down to his butt, so he hadn't bothered standing. It occured to him now that at his size she probably just couldn't hear him from that distance.
   Once they'd reached her home she said nothing to her family, not even seeing them on her way to the bedroom. He'd thought, at that point, she would talk to him, or ask him if he was okay and explain what all of this was. IF she had anything to do with his shrinking, but no. She simply dropped him onto the floor (kneeling down to do so), and then proceeded to go about her own routine, kicking off her shoes.

   The smell that had hit him when she first took off her sneakers was overwhelming to say the least. Like a gust of hot, summer air that smelled horribly of sweat, he'd had to cover his nose for a minute to keep from choking. He thought it couldn't get worse, until she tugged off her socks and dropped them practically right on him, almost as if she were TRYING to disgust or humiliate him with her stinking feet.
   And then...she just sat on her bed, watching him as he hopped up and down, waved his arms, yelled and hollered, trying to get her attention and her help. Finally after ten minutes Brandon had given up and just waited for whatever came next. She was probably in shock, he rationalized. She couldn't believe this any more than HE could, why would she? Her carelessness with the socks, well...she probably didn't even realize how bad her feet smelled.
   He shuddered to remember how bad it had been when she'd placed her feet directly over him. The massive toes, building-sized, curling and uncurling above as small flakes of who knows what rained down around. Lint the size of cars clung to her sweaty toes, damp and reaking. And when she had actually set her foot down, capturing him between two of those impossibly huge digits...well, he almost threw up.

   As he reached the end of the shoe and noticed a massive dip in the ground, her toe prints, he couldn't help but get a slight erection. Despite how gross it may be, how it may smell...the thought of walking around inside of Haley's shoe, being small enough that he couldn't even lift one of her toe-nail clippings...it was oddly arousing. A small piece of him daydreamed about having sex, trying to have sex, with her as large as she was. Going inside of her body, exploring her, seeing things no man had ever seen before...
   He snapped out of it, and started heading back towards the heel. When she was done with dinner and had come to her senses a little more, she'd talk to him. She probably only put him in the shoe so that nobody would find him, or he wouldn't get lost. It was reasonable. How would she explain an ant-sized classmate to her family? They'd take him to be dissected or something...she obviously meant to help him.
   She'd be pretty emberassed, he thought to himself, over all of this. Making him smell her without thinking about it. It'd be alright though...as soon as dinner was done and she came back, they'd figure this whole mess out. Maybe she'd bring him something to eat...he was starving.
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