Stomp after stomp, Gabby was unrelenting in her run. Considering this as the last part of her workout for the day, there was no intention to slow down, and luckily for her, there were few other people to get in her way. Not too many were keen on hanging out in the sweat inducing sun, but given that she had just come from the gym, Gabby had no problem embracing the heat as she made her way back home. James, who was still firmly stuck between her toes, was constantly being crushed beneath her weight, all the while getting the unique experience that was having his body further molded into her toe jam. The poor lad had lost all sense of direction, only having Gabby’s toes for reference, but with each step, he found himself further and further entrapped within the gunk that had built up between them. Whenever her foot rose up, it took all of his strength just to get his head free from the mushy substance. He’d then have less than a second to try and catch a stale breath before having Gabby’s weight crash right back on top of him. Not only did this squeeze the air right out of his lungs, but with each step, all of his progress was instantly erased as he was mashed right back into the very toe jam that kept him stuck between her digits in the first place. James felt as though he was at the physical breaking point, wishing to at least grow back to the two inches. Anything bigger than what he was now would’ve made the situation more manageable, but he wasn’t even sure as to why he had gotten so much smaller, or if there was a limit to how small he could get. Hell, at this rate, he wished that he could somehow achieve that squished up form he had become earlier. Sure he wouldn’t be able to move much, but he wouldn’t need to worry about breathing either. The sheer quantity of foot sweat that he had been forced to swallow just to get a breath of her humid foot was unreal, but any attempt to keep from breathing was crushed as each footfall knocked the air from his body, which left his lungs burning for another intake of Gabby’s tainted toe air. Apparently, being smaller made his body far more resistant to the whole squishing thing, but at the very least, this meant that he’d have an easier time freeing himself whenever his unaware captor removed her footwear.

Walking into the apartment, Gabby was given a sensational relief as the chill interior air cooled her sweat, feeling incredible against her hot skin. As good as this felt however, she knew it would only get better once she hopped into a cold refreshing shower. Swiftly making her way down the halls, she entered the bathroom and went to turn on the shower valve, but to her confusion, not a single drop of water escaped the shower head. After a few more attempts of twisting the knob, Gabby sighed and pulled out her phone. With a quick dial up to the landlord, Gabby started to pace around the apartment, having a bit of back and forth as she wasn’t all too thrilled with the landlord’s response. Apparently, a pipe had burst somewhere within the building complex, and everyone in her building was going to have to put up with the idea of no water for a few days. With a half hearted ‘thanks’, Gabby got off the phone, wondering what she was going to do. Aside from the gym, she lived a rather bustling lifestyle, constantly on the move, so the idea that she wouldn’t be able to take a proper shower for a while kind of irked her, but Gabby wasn’t one to stay negative for long. At the very least, she was happy to know that she still had access to air conditioning.

Promptly making her way to her room, she rummaged through her closet until she found a small white cloth. It wasn’t the same as a bath, but she had things to do. Wasting no time, she worked to clean up the more noticeable areas. She quickly wiped up what she could across her face and neck, then dragged the cloth along the length of her arms, gathering up as much sweat as she could before bringing the fabric under said arms to work on her damp pits. Once they were comparatively dry, she brought the rag out, wrapped it around her hand and sent it into a deep dive down her cleavage. Thoroughly scrubbing in between and underneath her breasts, she pulled out the rag. Already, this once dry cloth had become soaked in her rank sweat, now looking a shade greyer and feeling a tad heavier as a result. A quick whiff made Gabby cringe, and she was glad to know that no one else was nearby to experience the post workout odors emanating off her body. 

Of course, those thoughts weren’t entirely true. While Gabby was freshening herself up, James was trying not to drown in what was arguably the most odorous part of her body at the moment. The scorching heat coupled with her earlier workout left him half submerged in what felt like a hot tub of sweat. Every step she took either reintroduced him to the jam in her toes or submerged his head into the bottom of her sock, essentially waterboarding him within the salty liquid while she went about her business in the apartment. Although the conditions left him drained and soaked, he held hope that he could not be the only one suffering from this swampy situation. Whoever this woman was, she’d surely find herself wanting to free her feet of the humid environment within her shoes. Unfortunately, he’d have to keep on hoping. As Gabby looked toward her lower half, she didn’t really see a point in working to dry off those areas. Her leggings, though a bit damp, were doing well to soak up what sweat gathered across her thighs and calves. The same couldn’t be said for the bit of her leggings that were wedged within her butt, though that was to be expected given the circumstances. As for her feet, she could feel the warm sweat that coated them and soaked her socks. Though it was a bit clammy, she knew she’d be on her feet soon anyways, and given that it was still pretty hot outside, she decided to forgo the foot scrub for now and deal with it, as well as the rest of her body later. 

Whipping the wet cloth into the hamper, Gabby went ahead and decided to make things a bit more pleasant for when she got back home. Gathering some of her fresher clothes, she piled a few outfits into her fridge, hoping that some fresh cool clothes would help make the next few days a bit more tolerable. Content that she’d done enough to improve her situation, Gabby made her way back out of the apartment. She had a few things to take care of before she called it a day and as she stepped back out into the beating heat of the sun, her stomach began to rumble, reminding her of the first task to get out of the way. She hadn’t eaten much today, and after her workout, she was craving just about everything; and she couldn’t think of a better way to get her mind off the heat. With a newfound motivation to get a move on, she headed off. There was a dapper little gyro shop down the road that sounded heavenly. She was quick to make herself comfortable within the establishment, and for the next half hour, Gabby would happily gorge herself on several tasty gyros; all the while James would be left to further brew between her moist toes, unwillingly choking down the savory substance that he lay mashed within. Every casual sway of her foot or scrunch of her toes worked to keep James in a constant struggle to keep his head out of her jam. Even though he was nearly bloated as a result of ingesting her toe gunk, it seemed to have done nothing to dent the ever present amount of said substance that threatened to consume him. In her seated position, it was a tad easier to find opportunities to breathe, but the air quality was deteriorating as time went on, growing more humid by the minute. And with the added heat came the intense smell that coated his skin. It was a miracle that he hadn’t melted into a part of this woman’s toe jam at this rate, and yet he couldn’t help but think that such an outcome would be more merciful than what he was currently having to endure.

Fueled up and satisfied by her meal, Gabby went on with a pep in her step to get through her remaining tasks for the day. Thinking it over, it wasn’t that much she really had to do. She just had to stop by the market for groceries, then head over to this little shop that sold a variety of electronics as she was in search of a new speaker and earbuds. Unlike the gyro shop, these two spots weren’t particularly close. Each was roughly five or so miles away and located in opposite directions of her apartment, meaning that no matter how she sliced it, she had at least twenty miles to get through before going back home. If it was just a bit earlier in the day, she would have considered taking a bus to cut down on the time and effort; but, as she made her way outside, she noticed that the temperature had dropped a bit. It was still rather warm, but compared to earlier, it was kind of refreshing. Having just filled up on such a pleasant meal further convinced her that she was more than capable of walking the distance. Far as it was, she knew she could do it, and a walk that far would certainly help to burn off some of the carbs she had just devoured. With the new plan set, she went into motion, walking fast to complete her objectives.

For seven hours, James was crushed beneath her foot, forced to endure a consistent beating between her toes as they pinched and mashed his body. It was ridiculous to fathom just how much sweat was accumulating within Gabby’s shoes. Sure the temperature outside was cooling down, but her fast pace kept her feet hot. Just being in contact with the skin of her toes left James in a constant sweat, although it was hard to tell given how drenched he had become from being trapped within her sweaty toe goop. What made matters worse was that her shoes worked like insulators, further trapping the heat inside. It wasn’t until he had been stepped on well over ten thousand times that Gabby finally arrived back to her apartment. It was night by now, and while it was significantly cooler than how it had been the day before, Gabby still retained a thorough coating of sweat that dripped down the entirety of her body. Her arms ached as she had been carrying around several bags of food as well as a bag containing her new earbuds and speaker. Her legs felt tense, almost as though they weren’t sure how to settle down after being put to work for so long. Most notably, her feet were sore, eager to get a break from hefting Gabby’s weight around all day. Even with the strain across her body, she couldn’t help but to smile. She felt accomplished, having finally made it back and completing everything she set out to do on top of a bonus workout. Success in her mind, she couldn’t think of a better suiting reward than to make it to her bed and finally rest.

Of course, there were a few minor things to take care of before then. Making her way into her kitchen, she put away what food needed to be stored in the fridge, then took out a pair of purple pajama shorts and a yellow tank top. The cool fabric sent shivers down her back. Just the thought of getting to slide out of her heavy sweat soaked gym attire felt wonderful. Plopping herself down on a stool, she kicked her shoes off to the side and proceeded to peel off her socks. They dropped to the floor with a heavy squelch and in just a couple of seconds, her feet were free to breathe in the cool apartment air. She nearly cooed at the sensation, closing her eyes and spreading her toes to savor the fresh air that circulated her feet. James, who was half asleep due to physical exhaustion suddenly sprung to life. With her socks and shoes removed, everything suddenly flashed bright for him as he readjusted to the concept of light. Though still encased within the gunk between her toes, James could still feel the cold air flow past him. It was an unbelievably refreshing feeling. He had been sweltering in this stranger’s foot for so long, forced to gulp down more sweat and gunk than he thought humanly possible. This cold air that wafted over him felt so good, he nearly forgot where he was, and as his eyesight started to accommodate the new lighting, James became blinded once more; not by the light, but by the sight of Gabby up above. Though she wasn’t aware of it, this woman had been the cause of much of his suffering throughout the day, and yet, despite that, James could not stop himself from admiring her. Ignoring the fact that he had just been cooking within her shoes just moments ago, he had to acknowledge that this woman was absolutely stunning. Shaking his head and coming back to reality, James realized that this was likely his best chance to get this woman’s attention. He really wished that this wasn’t the way he’d have to introduce himself to such a beautiful stranger, but he’d have to suck it up cause he wanted out! He tried his best to wriggle free from the confines of her toe jam, but after hours upon hours of doing so throughout the day, his body was sore beyond anything he had experienced before. No matter how much he strained, he just didn’t have the energy to move much beyond his head that peaked out from the gunk. This would have to do, so with a deep inhale, he screamed out at the top of his lungs for help. He didn’t even bother to think of any words, just sounds. All he needed was for her to look down and spot him, but as he continued to yell out to her, he became dreadfully aware of how futile of an effort it was. Even if Gabby could hear him, she was far too entranced in her relaxation to notice. Sleepiness also became a factor, as she had practically spent the entire day being active. Her mind wanted her to sleep, and yet couldn’t help itself to stay awake just long enough to continue getting more comfortable. If only she were to look down, maybe just glance in the direction of her feet, she might’ve seen James’ mangled form. But then again, would she? What could possibly make her think that there was any chance a guy so small was currently residing between her toes? Even if she did humor him to look in his general direction, how would she distinguish such a little man, the majority of which was entrapped within her toe funk. Even as all these doubts clouded his mind, James persisted, hoping that he was wrong and that he would soon be seen. 

Just as he was starting to grow tired from all the shouting, James perked up as the woman opened her eyes and started to move. He hesitantly cracked a smile, wondering if he had been successful in his efforts, but no. Gabby simply stood back up, ready to take off the rest of her sweat soaked clothes. In a second, James was once again sandwiched between the blond’s toes as she planted her weight back onto her feet. As he lay compressed and defeated below, Gabby worked to peel off her leggings. With the amount of sweat it had soaked up in addition to how tightly it wrapped across her lower half, the black fabric practically adhered to her skin. There was no point in which they weren’t being put to the limit, and with a fair bit of it firmly wedged up her ass, these leggings had arguably received a more brutal treatment than James. Even so, there may have been a piece of clothing that had been through worse. It was hardly noticeable for her to have been bothered, but Gabby’s underwear had been riding up her ass the whole day, so one could imagine the kind of beating it had been through. Firmly hooking her thumbs into both waistbands, Gabby shimmied her hips, slowly sliding the leggings as well as her panties down until they slipped out from the depths of her crack and dropped down to the floor. Soon to join the wet clothes pile was Gabby’s blue tank top which had turned a shade darker as a result of all the sweat it had collected. Yanking the top off, all she had left was her sports bra which was promptly removed and added to the pile. If James’ vision wasn’t filled with toe skin and jam, he might’ve gotten a free view of the blond in her nude glory. Despite how wonderful it felt to feel the air across her body, Gabby was ready to pass out. She quickly put on the cold top and shorts, shivering in delight as the cold fabric hugged her steamy skin. Unable to stay awake any longer, she made her way to her room. The soggy clothes were bunched up and tossed into the hamper, and soon after, Gabby tossed herself upon her bed. In just a few seconds, she was out, blissfully unaware of the little bug who remained crammed between her damp digits. This day had been a gross and exhausting one for James. He had been through a hell of a beating, and had failed to free himself from his less than ideal predicament. Despite still being trapped however, he was glad to be rid of the sweat filled prison of this woman’s shoes; and without her weight bearing atop him, he could properly breathe. He could even see glimpses of what seemed to be a darkened room beyond his captor’s toes, and her deepened breath resonated across her body, indicating to James that it must’ve been night, and that she must’ve just fallen asleep. If only she had done this earlier, he might’ve been able to wriggle out, but as much as he would have loved to use this time to break free, he simply couldn’t. His mind and body were spent, and if this woman was finally done moving for the day, it meant that this would be his best opportunity to get some shut eye himself and hopefully recuperate some of his lost energy. With nothing left for him to do, James closed his eyes and joined Gabby in a well needed snooze, and boy would he need it.

The following morning, James was brought into the scarring reality of his situation. Having woken up first, Gabby stretched and hopped out of bed, effectively pinching and smashing James awake. Gabby was feeling incredible. Though her skin felt a bit sticky as a result of the dried sweat, her cool clothes and air conditioned room led to a very cozy dozing. Seeing as there were still a couple of days until the water was fixed, she decided to work with it and head straight to the gym. She was still a bit sore from the day prior, but that meant very little to her. She wasn’t a stranger to pushing herself, and this pipe issue was a perfect excuse to spend the next couple of days all out. Swapping into a new set of clothes, Gabby was ready to get going. James hardly had a second to catch his breath before finding himself, as well as Gabby’s foot encased within a sock. At the very least, this one was fresh and clean. That wouldn’t last too long as she then put on her shoes which were stale with semi dried sweat from the day prior. Even with the sock as a barrier, the stench that emanated from her shoes was enough to make James’ eyes water. The last thing he wanted was a repeat of yesterday, but as Gabby took her first step outside, James’ face was pressed into the fabric of her sock, forcing him to inhale the foul stench of her insole. In just a few seconds, James was reminded just how little choice he had in the matter.

Everything that followed was a near repeat of the previous day. James was forced to accompany Gabby for several hours while she exercised, getting a fresh new coating of foot sweat to soak in as she went about her day getting food, shopping, even taking a stroll down a nearby park before finally coming home to end the day with a cool change of clothes. James would get another brief relief to take in the cool air, yet again too exhausted to really do anything other than breathe and pass out. On the third day, things played similarly, with Gabby going to the gym, working up a fresh new sweat while James remained her toe toy. It was after this particular workout that things would finally start to differ. Just as Gabby had made it out from the gym, she received a call from her landlord. The pipe at her apartment complex had been fixed and water had finally returned to her unit. Gabby was ecstatic, and with newfound energy, sprinted her way back home. As soon as she entered her apartment, she made a beeline to the bathroom. With a twist of the knob, cool water poured out from the shower head, and Gabby could hardly contain her excitement.  Without a second thought, she kicked off her shoes and peeled off her socks, ready to strip down and cool off after another heated day at the gym. Knowing just how clean she was about to get, she started to really take in just how nasty she had gotten. Of course nearly three full days worth of sweat across the body wasn’t the greatest of feelings, but even worse was this oddly slimy texture that she felt between her toes. It wasn’t that crazy to assume that a bit of foot grime had accumulated, but this just felt gross. She balanced herself on one foot, bringing the other up to get a closer view at the damage.

James was blinded by the bathroom lights, struggling to regain his eyesight and his breath. Once he was able to see again, he could hardly believe it. Gabby was looking straight down at him, and for a moment, he thought they had locked eyes. Her mint green irises glistened in the light, almost glowing as they gazed down upon him. It was a sight that gave James chills, but that nervous feeling paled in comparison to the joy he felt in knowing that she had finally seen him! He smiled up at the woman, readying himself to explain how he had gotten here, but he grew concerned as she started to cringe with a look of disgust toward him. As far as Gabby could tell, there was just a whole lot of nasty gunk between her toes. She hadn’t even noticed the dirtied up face of James who was still mostly submerged within a glob of gunk himself. She couldn’t believe she’d gotten so filthy. Without a second thought, she pressed her toes, and James into the bathroom tile and nonchalantly started to apply pressure as she slid her digits across the floor. James attempted to scream out, but was silenced as he, as well as the jam he was trapped in was squeezed and smeared across the bathroom floor. Though brief, the experience was awful, as it left James out of breath and buried beneath the nasty gunk that now stained Gabby’s floor. The blond sighed in annoyance with herself. That wasn’t the smartest of ideas as she’d have to clean that up later, but for now, decided to forget about it and just focus on getting herself cleaned up. Stripping out of the rest of her clothes, she stepped into the shower and brought herself under the showerhead. The cold water shocked her body, causing it to stiffen up before adjusting and relaxing to the cool temperature. It felt so good to have access to water again; Gabby couldn’t help but to coo as water trickled down like streams across her body. 

While Gabby savored the pleasantries of a cold shower, James had just managed to breach his head out from the gunk he had been left with across the floor. Catching his breath, he took the chance to check his surroundings. It didn’t take long to realize that he was in a bathroom, and though it was a bit demoralizing to be seen as filth to scrape off Gabby’s foot, James couldn’t help but feel an extreme sense of relief. The pressure that he was starting to grow accustomed to was gone, and a quick peek toward the shower confirmed to him that he was no longer a prisoner to this woman’s toes. Though the method of escape wasn’t the most dignified, it was progress nonetheless. Even with his muscles sore, James felt invigorated; and with some persistent wriggling, he freed his body from the toe sludge. It had been so long since he was able to stand, let alone walk, so as he took his first steps forward, he stumbled and fell, struggling to readjust to having control over himself. He couldn’t help but to chuckle at his clumsy self, but had to stay focused. Now free, he was left with a couple immediate options. One was to take his chances outside, but without knowing where he was, he was hesitant to choose that route. The second option was to use this opportunity to get ahold of this woman’s attention. Now that he could actually move somewhat normally, it was far more likely that she’d be able to notice him; and though it would certainly take some time to get the visual of her toes out of his head, there was no doubt that getting close and getting her assistance would make everything much easier.

A few steps into his walk and the reality of how far he had to go hit him. At normal height, it would’ve been maybe a couple of feet away, but for him, a couple of miles. If circumstances hadn’t been so awful for him, he might not have bothered with the trek, but now knowing first hand the cons of being so small, he was motivated to stop his experience as a mite. Clear ahead was his only objective for now, only James was having some trouble being able to concentrate, trying his best to keep his eyes to the floor. Up ahead, in all her nude glory, Gabby had chosen not to utilize the shower curtain. As far as she was concerned, she was the only one in the bathroom, so there wasn’t much of a need to cover up; and as a bonus, any water that found its way out could then be used to clean up the floor when she was done. That train of thinking would lead to James’ next challenge. As he tried to keep himself from looking up at the nude woman, several droplets of water started to rain down on his position. The impact of one to his side startled him, nearly causing him to fall before another splashed behind him. These droplets were like mortars, and gave James the inspiration to run. As he moved, he looked up to see what looked like dozens of droplets, the size of trucks to him, coming down around him. Knowing how slow it was to make any kind of distance, James simply closed his eyes and hoped for the best, knowing that his efforts made little difference to the likelihood of getting hit. A few minutes into his run and he was starting to feel his legs burning. Aside from the earlier pummeling from her toes, James could not recall the last time he really tried running with any purpose. He started to get winded, but knew that he had to persist if he were to avoid things like this from being a threat to him.

Despite being completely out of breath and in a fresh new sweat of his own, James had managed to make it about halfway toward his destination. He could not believe his luck in avoiding the falling water droplets, and as much as that gave him the moral to keep pushing, he was at his limit; so as he approached the start to the final tile that led to the tub that Gabby stood within, he collapsed to his knees. With a hand to his chest, he panted like mad, feeling the stinging soreness from his muscles as he tried to recollect himself. It took a minute for him to settle down, and despite his body and mind wanting to just stop, he knew that wasn’t really an option. Getting back onto his feet, he readied himself to keep going, but just as he was about to get a move on, an immense shadow encapsulated his position. James only had a moment to glance up and see a massive green bar of soap hurtling towards him. With no real time to run, he made a vain attempt to dive out of the way, but as he sorta expected, it didn’t stop the soap bar from smashing flat against his back, pinning him to the tile below. He didn’t even have a second to try and do anything before he felt the weight lifting off of him, only he was also lifting up along with it?! Oh fuck

Apparently the impact had been enough to cause the back of James’ body to be indented into the bar of soap, and in just a few seconds, he was brought up and given a much closer view of the showering giant. Her hair now heavily draped across her shoulders, covered in suds. He wished to try and shout out to her, but Gabby didn’t grab the soap to try conversing with it. Before James could even muster a word, he was slammed against the side of her neck where she proceeded to scrub him across her skin, getting loose some suds for her free hand to spread across the length of her neck. The water was also absolutely freezing! It was like ice coating his body and worried to think how vulnerable he was to the concept of being frozen or catching hyperthermia. As suds coated his body, James tried his best to keep his eyes shut in order to avoid any stinging, but failed to close his mouth in time, getting a mouthful of suds that he struggled to cough up. He briefly opened his eyes to try and see what to prepare for next and found himself being scrubbed across the woman’s abdomen. The wet skin was so soft to the touch, yet firm enough to make it a rough experience. He found himself drenched in soapy water, struggling to keep his bearings as Gabby put the soap to work, scrubbing along her arms and the length of her legs. With her free hand, Gabby started to scrub a bit more of her hair, allowing a small pause for James to spit out as much soap as possible before opening his eyes to see a sight that left his eyes wide and mouth dropped in awe. Before him were Gabby’s planet sized breasts, sprung out and glistening from the suddy water that soaked them. James couldn’t keep himself from blushing, absolutely entranced by the sight. The cold water left much of Gabby’s body tense, and that led to James getting an all too close view of her erect nipples, each of which easily dwarfed him a hundred times over. After seeing what might’ve been his only pro to this whole shrinking experience, Gabby brought the bar of soap up above her chest and in a swift motion plunged the soap, as well as James into the depths of her cleavage. She scrubbed vigorously to lather up her breasts as much as possible. After all, they had been one of the main sources for sweat, and she knew they could use a freshening up. James was left face first being mashed against the plump skin that made up the inner side of Gabby’s left breast. He remained there for roughly half a minute before Gabby started to pull the bar back out. However, something strange started to occur as James slid out. A tingling sensation ran throughout his body, and he soon found himself expanding. In a second, he had grown up to an inch in height, his comparatively bigger size being enough to unwedge and free him from his soapy prison. And as he flopped off the bar, he found that he had managed to land atop one of Gabby’s breasts. The surface was absolutely impossible to gain any kind of stability as it both bounced him upon impact and was slippery as all hell. As he was about to fall toward the bottom of the tu. However, Gabby used her free hand to ring out some of the water that had collected within her hair. Coincidentally, this water ended up landing right on top of James, with enough force to propel him, as well as some of the water off her chest and out toward the bathroom floor. James  could only flail as he slapped against the tile with the water aiding to slide him further from the tub and toward the bathroom door. Picking himself back up, another tingling sensation struck the little man and he soon found himself sprinting back up to two inches tall. 

Soon after this growth spurt, James sprung to his feet with newfound energy. He looked at himself in disbelief, trying to figure out what was going on. For the life of him, he could not piece together why he had suddenly started to grow again. As far as he could tell, he was now back to the original size that Susie had shrunk him to. Did this mean that there was a possibility of growing back to normal on his own? Seeing as he had stopped at two inches, he couldn’t say for certain, meaning he still needed to seek out help. Thankfully, now that he had sprung up a bit in size, moving would be much more of a breeze; and as a bonus, his growth seemed to have completely rid him of his prior soreness. Things were looking a bit better, so he reconsidered his options, looking back at the blond. As much as help as she could be, James figured that he had spent more than enough time with this woman. And so, James made his way out of the bathroom. Making his way past the tiles now seemed like a relative breeze, and he was still small enough that upon reaching the bathroom door, he could squeeze right under it and keep going. Entering what seemed to be a hallway, James was left with a door on the right that was fairly close and a door on the left that was a further stretch away. Figuring himself to have the time to check out both, he zoomed over to the right door. Upon sliding underneath, he realized pretty quickly that it was a bedroom, leading him to backtrack and start the now longer trip down the hall to the other door. Though it was far from being back to normal, James just couldn’t help but appreciate the amount of distance he could make at this size. He was able to get through the hall in just under ten minutes, passing what looked to be a kitchen and living room along the way. As with the previous doors, James slid himself underneath and was greeted by a warm breeze as he entered the outside. It felt incredible, and he wanted to soak it in, but he knew that he had a lot to figure out now that he was outside. He didn’t really know where he was, but could guess that if this woman regularly went to the gym that he and Susie had gone to, then she couldn’t have been that far, although far was now very relative given his size.

He figured that until he could determine where he was or locate some reference point, that hugging the edges of walls and sidewalks would likely be his best bet for now if he were to avoid any unnecessary crushing beneath more feet. Thankfully, it seemed as though Gabby lived on the first floor of this apartment complex, meaning that there was just a small pathway between her door and the sidewalks that would hopefully lead James in the right direction. For now, this plan would have to do, and so he went for it, taking his first few steps before hearing the door behind him open. Spooked, James turned to see Gabby, now fully clean and changed into a fresh set of clothes. She apparently wanted to hit the town now that she could look like something other than a sweaty mess. Seeing her approach, James ran for it, wanting to get out of her way, but he was too late. One step was all it took for her foot to reach him, only it had plans to step beyond where James had managed to travel. This resulted in the tip of her shoe slamming right into his back half way through her stride, and in less than a second, the two inch man sent flying through the air. Of course Gabby had hardly felt anything, oblivious to the fact that she had just punted someone; and that someone was now flailing and screaming as they spiraled in the air. James could hardly tell what was going on or where he was going, as his body spun sporadically, leaving him with a vague blurred view of everything around him. It was an impressive kick that sent James all the way over to the sidewalk, and it took around five seconds for the spinning to slow down enough to where James could see that he was now falling. He was in an absolute panic, not knowing how he was going to brace himself and not wanting to know what it felt like to slam into the hard concrete. As fate would have it, James would be spared such an experience. An absolute beauty of a woman had been in the middle of a jog when she found one of her shoes to be untied. Not wanting to face plant into the sidewalk, she promptly stopped to bend down and retie her laces. For anyone passing by, she was certainly a treat to the eyes. She was a young Latina whose golden brown skin glistened in the sun thanks to the sweat she had started to build up. Her curly locks of black hair draped down her well toned back, showing that while she had a slim upper figure, her muscles had been well taken care of, their definition made clear through the thin material of her black tank top. Such a fit, yet slender torso led to what was easily the most distracting feature this woman possessed, her ass. Clad in a pair of snug black leggings, her butt was massive. Each cheek was easily bigger than that of a person’s head, and it looked as though her leggings could burst at any given moment if she didn’t keep her generous caboose in check. Of course she was well aware of what she was packing back there, and she couldn’t help but enjoy the thought of people staring. This ego played a big part into why she decided to bend straight down to tie her shoes rather than sit. It wasn’t the most convenient for her, but teasing the public was an egotistical joy of hers. Of course, as a result of her decision, James’ descent was now lined up with her outstretched rear end. It was quite the display, and though his flight through the air still left him tense, he couldn’t keep his cheeks from turning red as he quickly drew closer to the stranger's ass. If James was lucky, one of her butt cheeks would help to cushion his descent. Lucky he was not, as he instead managed to land right between her mountainous cheeks. 

He hadn’t even been outside for a minute and now he was half wedged into someone’s ass. At the very least, it was a soft landing, though now he had to deal with getting himself out. As soon as he made an attempt to pull out however, the woman finished tightening up her laces. As such, she straightened back up, completely encasing James between her cheeks. His body was now entirely hidden from the outside world, firmly sandwiched between the stranger’s cheeks. James felt the air being compressed out of him and was incapable of moving whatsoever. Any effort to breathe was rewarded with a musky inhale of butt air, and though it didn’t smell anything near as bad as his situation with Gabby’s toes, there was still no real joy to having someone’s crack filter the available air. This inconvenience would quickly become the least of his concerns as the butt’s owner went on to continue her jog. With each step, James felt himself lift up and crash down in sync with the rhythmatic strides of the jogger, all the while being thoroughly scrubbed between her heavy cheeks. He was like a ball of dough and all her ass wanted to do was knead him flat, and it only got worse as the minutes went by. The jogging Latina had already worked up a bit of a sweat before acquiring the little butt bug, and as she continued to move, more sweat accumulated. It wasn’t long before every inch of her was coated in perspiration, and no one recognized this quite like James.

He was wedged up the very center of her ass, practically encased in the dark damp fabric of her leggings; and with the weight of her butt cheeks rubbing up against one another, the sweat that had soaked into said leggings was squeezed out. James found himself completely drenched as this woman’s ass sweat continuously washed over his body. It was a terrible process of her leggings soaking up what sweat they could before ringing what they had collected all over the little guy without end. It didn’t take long before his mouth and nose were inevitably flooded with the salty liquid, and while he wanted nothing more than to spit it out, he hardly had a say in the matter. With his body being mashed up all over, it was up to chance whether an attempted inhale would actually grant him a breath of air. Most of his attempts either got him a mouthful of sweat or didn’t work as her cheeks repeatedly squeezed any air right out. For twenty minutes he fought to keep himself from drowning. It wasn’t easy, but he knew that if he could survive the hell that had been Gabby, he could survive this. 

In those twenty minutes, the Latina had managed to cover roughly two miles before coming to a halt. As soon as she stopped, she hunched over with her hands on her knees, absolutely exhausted. She could feel the muscles in her legs burning and she was ready to take a well needed break. Her idea was to get a workout in by running a full four miles to meet some friends at a park, but she had hardly built up the stamina to go past one mile. The fact that she had made it to two was satisfying enough for her, so without further ado, she walked over to a nearby bus stop. After waiting a few minutes, a bus pulled up and she quickly boarded, eager to continue toward her destination while taking a load off. The bus was fairly crowded with at least a dozen people inside, but she quickly spotted a nice empty seat in the back. She promptly made her way over, spun around and dropped herself into the seat. At the point of stopping her jog, James had been given a sort of break himself. He still had the weight of her cheeks squeezing him, but they were no longer moving, which allowed him a few moments to breathe. Her movements toward the bus did startle him a bit as he thought it would be round two of being pummeled in a jog, but thankfully it was a lot less intense and short lasting. Compared to running, having her cheeks press into him at a walking pace was a lot more tolerable. He still held no real control over being able to move himself, but walking was a lot less jumpy, meaning he only had to really worry about the sweat that continued to press into him. It was a bit odd to think, but he couldn’t help but notice that while he was still coated in sweat, it seemed as though there was a lot less sweat overall compared to before. He had just been fighting to not drown minutes ago. Even if she had stopped running, he had expected there to still be an excess of sweat to still deal with. He metaphorically shook his head at the thought. Why am I even arguing this? Getting smashed up her bum must be making me delusional. If anything, I should just be thankful that I’m getting a break. 

Of course what he considered to be a break would lead to a literal downfall as the Latina smashed her ass down onto the seat of the bus. James had less than a second where her cheeks spread and he was given a chance to glance down below; but just as quickly as the pressure left his sides, a new, much greater pressure crashed right down on top of him. He couldn’t help but scream at the newfound weight that pressed into him. He had just been getting knocked around between her asscheeks earlier, but now the entirety of her body was resting upon him. Her ass sank deep into the cushion, pinning James into a sort of crater beneath her. Although he was currently being smothered, James was able to conclude what had happened. He hated the thought, but his prior experience with Gabby’s rear had given him a bit of foresight into what it felt like to be sat on by someone so large. Even with such an intense weight pressing onto him, he was certain that he was still stuck against the center of her leggings. Though this left a somewhat damp line of crack sweat fabric pressed against his face, it meant that he was at least spared the pressure that would’ve come from being caught beneath one of her monumentous butt cheeks.

And so, James lied beneath the oblivious stranger, unable to do anything other than breathe in the stale air that filtered through her butt crack. It was a dull situation to say the least, up until his body started to involuntarily vibrate. James’ heart raced as he tried to figure out what was going on, and then his mind went silent as he realized far too late what was occurring. In one swift shift, his body compressed and though everything was still pitch black beneath the woman’s ass, James could tell that once again, he had shrunken down. It wasn’t as bad as it was back with Gabby, but he had at least been reduced in size by half. He cursed to himself, knowing that this would further hamper his progress in getting out of this situation, and he wished that he could figure out why this was happening again. For the life of him, he couldn’t think of any consistencies that would’ve led to this other than him being stuck with someone’s butt, and though this whole shrinking incident had proven capable of superseding what he thought was possible, there was just no way that he could accept that his size somehow correlated to being smothered by a butt. Whatever the case, he’d have to figure out those details later. For now, he’d have something more pressing to worry about. The vibrations that came with his shrinking, though minuscule, were just enough to get the Latina’s attention. She had just gotten comfy and now there was something tingling her behind. She perked an eyebrow as she tried to figure out what was causing the sensation, but being as exhausted as she was, she found herself not caring enough to stand up and check. A much simpler, and frankly easier solution was to snuff whatever it was out. By the time she came to this solution, James had already stopped vibrating, but it was too late as her mind was set on what she needed to do. 

She shifted her hips from side to side, dragging the weight of her ass across the bus seat. In less than a second, James was taken from his ‘comfort’ below her crack as her left asscheek slid right over him. The difference in weight was unreal and he quickly found it impossible to breathe as the entirety of her cheek steamrolled his body, squeezing everything out of him. As soon as he reached the end of her cheek, she shifted back in the other direction, leaving James to be steamrolled once more beneath her left cheek before meeting the similar weight of her right cheek as it came to assist in grinding out the discomfort she had felt. This motion repeated for a whole minute with James being wiped across the width of her ass. Satisfied that she had eliminated whatever it was that dared to inconvenience her, she shifted all of her weight to her right ass cheek as she leaned against the window of the bus, appreciating the passing view as she neared her destination. James was left in a daze, his body somewhat flattened as he found himself cheek to cheek with the right mound of ass flesh pressed firmly against his face. He could not even muster a scream as he was literally being compressed flat. There was no air to gather and no part of him that wasn’t completely covered and therefore muffled beneath the unbelievable mass of an ass cheek. Every second felt like a minute and as the minutes went on, his body slowly gave in to the pressure. The sensation that came with being flattened was an odd one, almost as though he were sinking into his own body. With every millimeter of depth he lost, it was like he was breaking, yet nothing actually felt broken. Regardless, it was overwhelming, and despite how much he had endured thus far, he had no interest in further testing the limits to his body, though he didn’t really have much say in the matter given the current circumstances. At the very least, he had managed to last longer than the bus seat, which had long since caved into a form that now engulfed the girth of the woman’s asscheek.

The minutes continued to pass, and with the intensity of her weight remaining constant, James was left to panic. There was no telling how long he’d be stuck beneath her and with the minutes feeling like hours, he began to struggle with the idea that the only way he’d find relief is to be fully flattened into another dimension. That of course wouldn’t end up being the case as the bus finally arrived at the woman’s stop. She had finally made it, and with how excited she was to get going, she wasted no time in lifting herself off the seat and making her way off the bus. The change in atmosphere was so quick that it overloaded James’ senses. Her legging cladded butt had blocked out all light, not to mention any access to air; so not only were his eyes irritated by the sudden light, but the wave of air that flowed across him was unexpectedly cool and refreshing. James had practically become a sticker throughout this trip, stuck within the center of a crater that had been formed within the cushion of the bus seat. Just as said cushion began to take in air and reform, James opened his mouth as wide as he could in an effort to gulp down some air himself. Much to his concern, he found it quite impossible to do so. His body had become so flattened that he did not have the physical capacity to intake anything. He couldn’t even bring himself to move. His lack of depth left his muscles weak and unable to effectively do anything. All he could really do was lie there and wait. It wasn’t the most ideal of strategies, but even if he could instantly reform to his normal shape, he had taken quite the beating. He was going to need some time to recover whether he liked it or not. At the very least, his vision was starting to come to, and with nothing muffling the sound either, he was able to both see and hear enough to confirm that he was now in a bus.

He didn’t know if this was something to be joyful of or worried about, given that he had lost all sense of time and direction during the Latina’s jog. Figuring out what bus he was on would be the first priority as soon as he was able to move again. At worst, it would take him further away from where he wanted, but he saw it as a potential blessing in disguise. It was possible for this bus to have stops near his home, and if that were the case, he could be rid of this problem sooner. All he really needed to do was wait and pay attention. Whether it was the driver or a pre-recorded message, buses were meant to announce every upcoming stop, meaning that soon enough, he’d have some point of reference to work with. It only took a few minutes for James’ theory to rain true. Three speakers lined along the length of the bus blared out with a message regarding the upcoming stop. “Now approaching Oatasha Avenue”.

What? Oatasha? I’ve never heard of such a street. Where the fuck am I? Unable to recognize the stop, James started to dread the possibility that this bus was headed in the complete opposite direction of where he lived. On a positive note, he was starting to regain better control over his body. He could actually move his arms a bit, and with enough of a strain, he managed to push himself up into a seated position. His body felt like it was aching yet stretching as it still worked to fully reform him. As strange of a feeling as it was, it was still progress. He figured he’d be able to get a move on in just a couple more minutes, but his optimism, as well as his body were soon clouded by a new shadow. Gazing up, he was met with a brand new rear end that hovered over him. Barely covered by a small white skirt, James was given a full view of the stranger’s bare cheeks as whatever panties she did wear were currently lost between them. Fearful that he’d wind up in the same position as her underwear, James went with all his might to try and move out of the crash zone, but by the time he had made said decision, her ass came smashing down into the seat. While his attempt to escape had been in vain, he had managed to alter his position just enough to where he was now face flat against the bus seat itself with the woman’s bare skin pressed against his back. The weight was surprisingly less intense than that of the last woman, but all the same kept him immobilized. It apparently had been a rough day outside, with the heat of the sun leaving a layer of perspiration across her skin, effectively coating James’ back in her would be sweat. Though helpless once again, he hoped that by some miracle, this lady would manage to feel him since he was in direct contact with her skin. To his surprise, the weight began to lift, although James quickly realized the problem that came with that action. The pressure, combined with the sweat and heat of her skin had done quick work to adhere him to her. While being stuck wasn’t the most ideal of outcomes, he thought of it as a positive. If he were actually stuck to her rear and she was getting up, it would take much for him to become loose and break free. It was a nice thought, and one that would’ve worked if he had indeed been stuck to the woman’s rear, but as he regained his vision, he noticed a mound of flesh beneath him. He was absolutely perplexed as to what was going on, until further gazing gave him a glimpse of what he quickly associated to be the front of this woman’s panties. Under normal circumstances, he’d be a flustered mess at the sight, but these were anything but normal circumstances. 

He hadn’t fallen victim to another ass after all. He had instead wound up beneath the weight of her left thigh; and this lifting motion wasn’t that of someone trying to stand back up, but that of someone who was adjusting to cross her legs. By the time he had come to conclude his situation, her thigh dropped with an audible clap as it came to rest upon the other. James was quickly sandwiched with a thigh above and a thigh below. Though not as heavy as finding himself underneath a butt, the crossed position came with its own heft and pressure that had him sinking into the soft flesh that surrounded him. He whined in silence at the sudden setback. Though his positioning was slightly different, he was right back to being smothered beneath someone. Her thighs were so dense with fat and muscle that they blocked out all sound, so not only was he being steam pressed, he was going to once again be lost as to where this bus was taking him. He understood the fact that his size was minuscule, but found it bizarre that even with that being the case, this lady was not bothered by his presence. Was he really that small that she couldn’t feel him? While that certainly played a part, the mass of her thighs were nothing to scoff at themselves. James would never get the chance to really know it, but he lay squished between the legs of an upcoming volleyball pro. The redhead had spent years of her life training her body to keep up with the physical demand of the sport; and in order to get into the big leagues, she had needed to consistently train every other day in order to make sure she was ready. Such a routine left her with thighs that could likely fracture a skull for any normal sized person, and James had found himself in the misfortunate position between said skull crackers.

Thankfully she was just resting for now. She had just finished up several hours of practice, and after working up quite the sweat, she figured she’d treat herself for all the dedicated work she had put herself through. For her, this meant taking a swift bus ride to a local ice cream vendor, and whether he liked it or not, James would be joining her. Several minutes passed before the bus finally came to her stop. She was quick to hop out of her seat and make her way out, completely oblivious to the tiny stowaway that she had acquired. That time between her thighs has further plastered James against the back of her left thigh. He was once again blinded by the sudden light and soon felt his world shake and bounce with each step as the athlete walked down the sidewalk. feeling the world shake and bounce with each step as the athelete walked down the sidewalk. By the time James regained his vision, he could hardly tell what was going on. Each swat of her leg sent him swinging and rising and lowering with no end. Everything became blurred as though the world were shaking. It was enough to make him dizzy, and he honestly was feeling pretty worn out. If it weren’t for all the constant movement, he would’ve passed out.

After walking several blocks, the athlete finally arrived at her destination, Cool’s Cool Coolery. Their frozen treats were divine and she could not wait to get herself into a cold binge. As she made her way inside, she came across a fairly long line of roughly eight other people. Though disappointing, the icecream was worth it, so she happily stood and waited to proceed. This standing rest was all James needed to recollect himself. Everything had finally stopped moving and he could actually see clearly and think straight. He darted his gaze from left to right, seeing a series of booths and tables that sparked a sense of familiarity. He then looked up, hoping to further hone in on where he was, only to get an up skirt view of the athlete's ass. His face went red as he immediately went back to surveilling what was around him. He could’ve sworn he knew this place, but he’d need to see more to confirm. His back was still firmly aligned against the back of the stranger’s thigh, but without the other to keep him pinned, he soon found himself able to move once more. He began to shimmy from side to side, loosening up his left arm in the process. He quickly went to work, successfully prying his other arm from her skin, and while he seemed more than capable of getting himself off, he had taken far too long and attracted far too much attention to himself. It wasn’t enough to warrant an investigation, but his struggles were starting to tickle the woman. 

James soon found himself in the presence of her hand’s shadow as she reached back to deal with the disturbance. Her fingers brushed along her skin, instantly breaking her thigh’s hold of James, which inadvertently sent James falling to the cold tile below. It wasn’t the most graceful of escapes, but as James got back onto his feet, he couldn’t complain that it was effective; and now that he was free at last, he could get to figuring out where he was. He turned and looked through the gap between the athlete's legs, seeing at least a dozen other sets of legs belonging to the others in line. He then went ahead and walked around where the athlete was standing until he was at the side of one of her sneakers. From here, he could see a silver counter closer toward the back of the building, with several employees dressed in white uniforms, but the detail that made James smile was that these employees were all wearing bright hats that were shaped like an icecream Sundae. “Cool’s Cool Coolery…” Those hats were their signature aesthetic when it came to their company’s attire. This was James’ eureka moment. He had been to this place dozens of times, and he knew all too well that this was their only location. He was overjoyed, knowing that his house was less than a mile away. It was almost enough to make him forget how he ended up here. It sure as hell wasn’t what he had in mind, but it had proved effective nonetheless. All he really had to do now was make his way back home. It would be quite the trek, but even at this size, he was confident he could find his way back with minimal difficulty. Content with his plan, he turned around and started to head for the entrance door. Just a minute into his walk, James went still with shock and disbelief as he watched the door open, and a familiar individual step through. “Susie…”

The redhead walked on in, with her hair in a ponytail, wearing a gray crop top and matching shorts. Each step gave an audible clack as she wore a pair of white sandals that exposed the great majority of her feet. That visual would have all the time to sink in as she unexpectedly closed the distance between her and James. The inch tall man was left petrified as she came in close. It looked as though she were aiming to step on him, but to his luck, she came to a stop, with her right sandle landing just inches in front of him. James craned his neck up in an effort to better see and believe who stood before him. Here she was, one of his closest friends just standing here without a care in the world. Not only that, but this ‘friend’ had been the whole reason for his diminished size in the first place. He knew that she had claimed this to be a sort of joke, but that had to have been days ago. Did she really not care what had happened to him?! He wasn’t sure if he should feel angry, abandoned, or scared. Even with all those emotions swirling, he could at least pin one down. He felt relieved. Even if Susie had put him through this, he couldn’t accept the idea that she no longer considered them friends; and since she was the one that shrunk him, that meant that she was likely his best chance at returning to normal. But by the looks of things, she wasn’t here for him. Evidentially, Cool’s Cool Coolery was one of Susie’s favorite places as well, and she was eager to get herself a premium cone to help beat the heat. It was settled. With Susie’s focus clearly not on him, James would have to put in the effort himself if he were going to get her attention. Doubtful that she’d see him down here, let alone hear him, he looked her up and down as he settled on a much more tedious plan. He’d have to climb her. There was no way of her seeing or hearing him unless he got closer, and as the line behind him started to shift forward, he knew he had to act fast before his opportunity walked by him. He ran up and leaped onto Susie’s sandle, just seconds before she took a step forward to move along the line. He was hardly able to hold on, but her sandal was roughly the same height as him, so getting on top of its base was remarkably easy.

The real challenge now stood just millimeters from his face. Susie’s toes lay before him in all their glory, with her big toe resting comfortably in front of James. Unlike what he had just climbed, there was an immediate wave of concern that washed over him as he stared down the digit. He knew that he’d have to find a way to climb over her toes, all the while keeping himself from falling between or under them. It was enough to make him second guess this whole strategy, remembering his experience with Gabby’s, but he knew it would only be worse for him if he didn’t try. Maybe if he was lucky, she’d notice him as soon as he got onto her foot, and he’d be saved the hassle of climbing the rest of her body. Of course luck wouldn’t work out like that; for instead, as Susie began to grow impatient, her foot started to rise and fall in a repeated tapping motion against the floor. This sent James up nearly an inch before he fell back to the platform of the saddle, only to be launched up over and over again. Five taps in and Susie decided to change it up, keeping that same foot lifted up with just the heel touching of her sandal touching the ground. As she did so, she leaned to the side to try and get an idea of how the line was progressing, completely oblivious to what she had just done for James. The sandal that had been his ground was not at a sloped angle, and having just been bounced around, he had no time to brace. As such, he tumbled down, his eyes widening as he saw the true horror of this makeshift slide. Susie’s toes were stretched up into the air, looking like the hungry jaw of some creature, ready to snap shut onto James who continued to roll down the new space between said toes and sandal. He tried to ready himself for the inevitable, but as he slapped face first into the ball of Susie’s foot, he couldn’t help but scream into the warm skin, pushing with all his might to separate himself. He quickly tried to get enough traction to crawl his way back toward the front edge of the sandal, but it seemed as though Susie was done with her line viewing. People finally started to get a move on, so as she brought her foot down, preparing to get moving herself, she unknowingly wedged James between her big and index toes. They held him snug as she stepped onward, not even allowing him to rise or bounce out of place. He immediately tried to wriggle himself out, and while he could move a little, it wasn’t enough to break their grip. As Susie settled herself further up the line, James was given a moment's rest to try and strategize. He figured now would be as good a time as any to try getting her attention through his movements, and so he began to squirm as much as possible, hoping to draw her gaze down toward him. What he accomplished instead was a slight irritation that tickled her. Keeping it simple, she simply scrunched her toes tight, hoping to pulverize the nuisance. Her efforts were indeed successful, as her toes embraced James in a very tight hug. Any air he had was instantly wheezed out and he was given a faceful of her side toe that muffled any attempt to regain said air into his body. It was at this point when he was desperately trying to breathe past said toe that James really got an idea as to the stench that Susie’s toes were packing. While nothing compared to what he had to endure under Gabby, it was still unpleasant. In this newly pinched position, James could no longer move, so despite his efforts, the best he could do was kind of rub his face further into his friend’s skin. Groaning in defeat, James gave up on his struggling for now, knowing he’d likely need his strength for later. 

James remained between her toes the rest of Susie’s trip down the line. It was finally her turn, and she wasted no time in getting herself a waffle cone filled to the brim with sherbet. Delighted to finally taste the cold fruity flavor, Susie spun around and made her way outside, ready to enjoy her treat as she walked home. With this new positive mindset, her toes relaxed and James was finally free to move again- for about two seconds. Upon stepping outside, her strides became much longer than that of what was essentially her shuffling up a line. That not only resulted in a greater swing with each step, but an assortment of angles which James would soon find himself having to adapt to. Each time her foot swung forward, it threatened to launch him off; and so despite his current vexation toward them, he grabbed hold of Susie’s big toe with all his might. It was the only thing stable enough to keep him in place, though holding on and being this close came with its own dangers. Each step resulted in the slight lifting of her toes as well, and the more she walked, the more James’ grip began to falter. He inevitably lost his hold and found himself falling down. Just as he prepared to get up, he realized that he had fallen beneath Susie’s large toe which came falling back down on top of him as she continued to talk. He remained flat against the sandal, feeling the weight of her toe lift and crash back into him several times. It was like it wanted him to stay put, but much to his appreciation, Susie’s toe was a long ways away from being as punishing as his experiences beneath thighs and asses. As such, he was still able to move, albeit just slightly before having the toe come down on him again. Regardless, he used these opportunities to eventually move further toward her toe, until he found himself comfortably resting just beneath the stretch of skin that connected her big toe to the base of her foot. The space was minimal, but for the time being, he was somewhat stable and able to avoid being smushed by her digits.

After nearly ten minutes of walking, Susie had finished up her treat and was just a couple blocks off from her apartment. She was feeling wonderful after the snack and was ready to take a load off. She was so entrapped in the thoughts of relaxation, that she failed to notice a fault in the sidewalk ahead of her. A sizable crack had formed across the concrete, and Susie wound up wedging the very tip of her sandal into said crack, leading her to flail her arms and stumble forward as she tried to remain balanced. This led to several hard hitting stomps as she tried to stabilize, and much to her relief, she was successful in her efforts. While Susie paid no mind to what had just happened, continuing on to her home, James had suffered a great deal as a result of her clumsiness. During the chaos, she had taken very quick and exaggerated steps, resulting in nearly the entirety of her foot separating from her sandal as she did so. Such an action left the space vacant for James to fall right into. He had less than a second to reach out and scream as the ball of Susie’s foot came slamming down onto him. The entirety of her weight crashed into him a total of six times before she managed to find her footing. And now that she was off walking again, James was not fully pinned beneath her, forced to endure the majority of her weight with each step she took. He had absolutely no room to breathe, and even if he did, he was repeatedly being compressed, forced to get a mouthful of Susie’s humid skin. Speaking of which, it had become quite obvious that the heat from outside had done a lot to trap a good deal of moisture along the length of Susie’s sole. It wasn’t much, but there was enough to quickly coat James. He tried his best to stay positive, but any attempt to find piece was ruined as the taste of Susie’s foot sweat entered his mouth. The salty substance nearly made him whimper. It was getting awfully close to the situation he had experienced with Gabby and he was overcome with stress at the thought that he’d be repeating that scenario with Susie.

As James struggled below, Susie had finally reached her apartment. Wanting to get out of the heat, she made her way in through the front door and went straight for the couch. She hadn’t done too much today, but had an aching soreness that spanned the majority of her body from exercises she had done the day before. This left today as her sort of cheat/rest day, meaning that all she had to worry about was finding a good show to watch while she sat back and relaxed. As soon as she made it to the couch, she turned and plopped her rear into the soothing softness of the cushion, then went on to undo the straps of her sandals. At last, her feet were free to breathe. She spread and wiggled her toes about as she leaned back and sunk into the backrest of the couch. Her legs then swung up onto an ottoman with one propped atop the other. All settled, she grabbed hold of the tv remote and began her search for a nice movie. While she flickered through the various options, James started to come to the realization that all the stepping had finally ceased. It would’ve been quite the relief if he wasn’t still plastered to Susie’s foot. As it was growing more and more familiar, all the pressure and sweat had worked wonders to adhere him to her skin; and being at the receiving end of half her steps had left him winded both mentally and physically. He could hardly get himself to budge, and while that certainly sucked, he found solace that the weight had finally been lifted. In addition, he soon heard a mixture of voices and sounds behind him. He wasn’t one hundred percent certain, but it sounded like it was coming from a tv; and if that were the case, Susie must’ve finally made it back to her apartment! He wanted to cry, laugh, and pass out all at the same time, finding himself overwhelmed with the belief that this would all be over soon. All he had to do now was get within eyeshot of her, and doing that meant ridding himself of this underfoot embrace. He tried as hard as he could to start separating himself from the wall of skin, hardly budging as he hadn’t recouped his full strength yet. He groaned at the thought of having to stick around any longer, but knew that it would only be a matter of time before he’d be able to peel himself off. Just then, as he accepted his need to wait, a tingling sensation started to flow throughout his body. Fuck, no stop! No matter how much he whined into her foot, he began to vibrate and with said vibration, he found himself shrinking down until he was no bigger than a centimeter in height. Though he cursed the change in size, it came with the benefit of loosening him up enough to now be free from Susie’s foot; but as soon as he was, he began to fall, so with all of his might, he clinged back to her skin and slid down a great deal until coming to a stop just above Susie’s heel. His heart pounded as he looked down to the ottoman, then back toward the tv. He was right after all! She was back home! Though this smaller size would certainly prove to slow him down, he at the very least ended up in the home of the one person who could help him. Now stood the challenge of how he would go about acquiring this help. Before he could brainstorm any ideas, he felt her foot start to shake. He looked up to see her other foot rubbing against the spot he had just been at, the nail of her big toe digging into to rid itself of an itch. James’ face ran cold, realizing that he had been the cause of that irritation, and tried his best not to think what would’ve happened to him if he had found himself at the receiving end of that nail. With the itch eradicated, her left foot went back to resting on the right. 

He looked between the top of her left foot and the ottoman, debating which location would be smarter to travel toward. With the ottoman, it would be a soft fall, and he’d be able to walk around her feet and try waving, but if he dared to venture up, he could potentially reach the top of her left foot, giving him better height to attract her attention and the option to go up her legs if that didn’t work. The main issue with going up however was that while his size evidentially had the potential to get her to feel him, she was far too invested in her comfort to do more than scratch him away. It was a tough choice, but given how much he had been through up until now, he figured he could handle a little more risk. There were just too many pros to climbing that he couldn’t pass up, and even if she did try to scratch him off, he was confident that he could just let go and drop to the ottoman, which for now would be plan B. Curious enough, he found it surprisingly easy to get a grip on her skin. Being so small allowed for him to get a feel for the more detailed textures, which made gaining traction a breeze. In just a few minutes, he managed to make it to the halfway point between the ball and heel of her foot. Reaching this part this fast, though impressive, managed to attract some attention. The skin he was currently climbing was the most delicate part of the sole, and made it all the more easy for him to inadvertently tickle his friend. James watched her left foot loom over him, ready to purge the itch. He signed in disappointment that he’d have to bail on this plan so soon, but as Susie’s toe approached, a new idea sparked. He began to climb as fast as he could, hoping he’d have enough time. Her toe was approaching and its shadow emphasized just how close it was getting. With just a couple of seconds to spare, he managed to outpace her toenail, which dug into the skin where he had just been. He took a moment to pant and pat himself on the shoulder. He wasn’t sure if he’d be able to make it, and was admittedly impressed with himself. He tried to repress the detail where it was him basically dodging a toe, and went on to continue his strategy. Using both his arms and legs, James pushed against Susie’s sole and sprung back, far enough so that when he started to fall, he landed clean onto her big toe nail. It wasn’t the smoothest of landings, as the surface of her nail was rather smooth, and she was still going to work scratching the itch he had caused, but it worked. Now all he had to do was hold on, though that was easier said than done as he quickly found himself sliding back and forth across the nail’s surface, struggling to keep himself from falling off as she scratched away. 

After half a minute, she finally stopped and he was able to get a decent hold of the skin that bridged the toe to its nail. Thank goodness he did as she then brought her left foot back up to once again be positioned atop the right. He nearly fell as she settled back in, but he managed to hold on. This had gone better than he had expected in all honesty. Despite the shifty dangers of it, he had just saved himself a heep of climbing. He could now Susie in her magnificence, lounging about on the couch with a somewhat blank expression. She was apparently failing to find something of interest to watch, and as sank further into the couch, her eyes began to soften. He couldn’t believe it, but she was on the verge of falling asleep right then and there. James was now in a state of desperation to get her attention and frantically waved and shouted to her. Of course her eyes were having trouble focusing on anything right now, and even if she could hear him, his voice was drowned out by the tv. He had to think fast, as his life line was fading. There was absolutely no chance of him making it closer in time, and if she wasn’t awake enough to see him, he would have to get aggressive. Looking toward the bit of skin he had been clinging to, he leaned in and opened his mouth as wide as possible before biting down on a hunk of skin. As soon as he had a good grip, he tried pulling back as though he intended to tear that piece of skin off. He then proceeded to use his fingernails to add additional damage by scratching and clawing at the skin. Sure enough, he heard Susie wincing from his attacks. “Ow, the the fuck?” He had certainly caught her attention, her eyes locking onto him. He honestly thought that it would’ve taken more effort to get her going, but he wasn’t complaining. He was certain that she could see him now, and he couldn’t help but smile at his success. He quickly waved over to her, eager to get things sorted out, but then... “You stupid little bug.” James’ blood ran cold at her words. She hadn’t realized that it was him, meaning he had to act fast. He took a deep breath, cupping his hands around his mouth before shouting at the top of his lungs. “SU-“ whack!

Susie evidentially wasn’t interested in waiting to see if the pest that had bit her could talk and wasted no time flicking the bug to the floor. James landed hard against the wooden surface, groaning and sitting back up. He had just enough time to watch as the impending visual that was his friend’s foot came slamming down. Susie had no interest in showing this assumed bug any mercy. And, since she had wasted both her time and energy getting up, she wanted to make sure that this annoyance was erased. The ball of her left foot instantaneously smashed James into a near 2D figure, sending him squealing into the flesh of her sole. This had to have been one of the worst pains he had felt since being this small. His whole body ached from the pressure, and he was amazed to still be alive. Yet again, his body was proving its resilience, but Susie wasn’t done. To make sure this bug had met its end, she began to twist her foot against the floor from side to side. To any actual bug, this would have completely shredded the body, leaving nothing more than a goopy mess of a corpse; but James’ unique durability allowed him to experience it all without any permanent damage. It still hurt like hell, and with each twist of her foot, it felt as though his limbs wanted to tear, yet remained strong, despite the fact that he was continuing to be flattened. Her onslaught lasted nearly a minute before she concluded that the but must’ve been dead. Although she was confident in its death, she wanted to confirm it. Backing up, she fell back onto the couch and propped her foot up on a knee.

Looking over her work, she was confused to find what appeared to be a fully intact body pressed flat against her foot. She had kind of expected a more unrecognizable mess, but this bug’s body still appeared to have all its limbs attached. This led her to lean closer as she wanted to further investigate just what kind of bug this was. However, as she looked closer, she found herself unable to put a name to what it was. She wondered if she had actually succeeded in tearing a couple legs off, given that she only saw four limbs as of right now. “Ew, what even are you?” Part of her wanted to just disregard it and toss it into the toilet, but curiosity got the better of her. The idea of touching a dead bug was a bit gross, but she couldn’t help but wonder what kind of bug could hold up so well against her. She poked what she assumed to be the back of the creature with the tip of her finger, and to her surprise, she felt a slight vibration against her skin. She couldn’t believe it. The bug was still alive! Now she just had to know what it was. Since it was still kicking, she hesitated on how to grab it, concerned that it might bite her again. She followed up by recognizing that she could just crush the bug again if it dared to do so. Using her thumb and index finger, she pinched onto one of the creature’s legs and gave it a tug. All at once, the bug was effectively peeled off and now lay hanging by a leg as Susie dangled it in front of her. Even like this, it was difficult to figure out what it was, but as she further squinted her eyes, she was taken aback. The way this creature was shaped was so strange. From its legs to its torso to the head, the creature was proportioned like a human. She sat there staring at the bug for a few moments before her eyes went wide. She turned the critter around so that she could see its face, and she couldn’t help but gasp as her eyes interlocked with those of her tiny flattened friend. “James???” Battered as he was, hearing his name was absolute bliss. He fought against the pain and strained a smile, though that smile soon disappeared as her eyes narrowed and her lips curled into a devious grin. He hadn’t expected that kind of response from Susie, and her expression sent shivers down his two dimensional spine. He began to question whether or not this whole ‘get her attention’ thing was a good idea, but either way, it was too late to change what now was. He was here and what happened next would entirely depend on her.