His sister stood framed in the living room doorway across the hall, a large blue-gray bag over one shoulder, and a heavy looking backpack strapped to her back. The straps of the backpack subtly upset the shape of her uniform, the shoulders of the sailor-type top deformed by the strain. Her skirt flowed neatly around her mid-thigh, more than a little shorter than regulation allowed, before giving way to smooth pale skin down to her navy blue knee-socks.
The moment seemed to hang for a moment before the colossal girl began to move again. She seemed to cross the vast space in an instant, appearing bigger and bigger as she did so. The still-shrinking boy in her shoe stared up at her form, his legs refusing to shift. He watched as she crouched down, her seemingly building-sized legs bending, lowering her skirt-clad waist toward the ground as she reached for her right shoe. An almost deafening thud shocked him as she righted the shoe, placing it alongside its partner on the entryway floor.
Heeey! the boy shouts.
Nothing. Not a single sign that his call even registered with his titanic sister as she stood again, her body from the knees up disappearing from view. Her right leg moved forward and the boy strained to see what was happening. Looking up, his little sister seemed to tower into the sky. Her eyes were fixed on her other shoe as she pushes her foot into it, twisting a little as the heel popped in. It was at this moment that it hit him. Shes put on her right shoe, and now its time for the left. Panic struck as her huge sock-clad foot rose over the shoe and its passenger. In but a moment it was almost upon him, bearing down from his sky.
He turned, running toward the toe end of the shoe as his sisters foot makes contact with the insole behind him and begins to slide forward. He raced up to the very tip of the shoes inside, turning to place his back against it and face the oncoming threat. The massive toes move, wiggling slightly as his sister presses them home. The light lessened and died, and a wave of warmth and scent washed over him. In total darkness, the inside of the shoe lurched like a ship in a storm, and the tiny boy tumbled forward into a coarse fabric wall. A vague scent emanated forth, the same slightly sour odour of sweat that had aroused him so much mere minutes earlier.
Suddenly the shoe shot forward, the tiny boy within being tossed around the toe section of the shoe in the process. His sister was simply opening and walking out of the front door, and yet to her brother it felt as if his entire world was being shaken. As she walked down the street, the cool morning air did little to keep the girl from perspiring - the two heavy bags straining her entire body with their weight as she heads for the train station. Within the 5 minute duration of this first leg of her journey, her brother already started to feel a distinct stuffy sensation, a moistness akin to a bathroom after a hot shower, but he kned that simple water was not to blame. He was literally inhaling and absorbing his little sisters sweat and she didnt even know he was there.
As his sister stood quietly on the train station platform, her brother was becoming acutely aware of the true size of his problems. Struggling to his feet, taking deep breaths of the heavy, sweat-laden air, he reached up toward where the roof of the shoe ought to be, only to find he couldnt reach. He gently pressed forward, placing both hands against the surface of his sisters toe, and found thick, rope-like structures running left-right and up-down. The entire surface was angled sharply backwards, and his hands dont reach to either side. It doesnt take a genius to work out that his reduction had in fact been continuing the whole time he had been in the shoe, and now he was small enough to fit between the tip of his sisters toe and the insole below, the thick strands before him actually being threads of her navy school socks, meaning he could be no more than 3-4 millimetres in height.
Without warning the surface of the sock moved and the boy fell forward, stumbling. A great firm weight came down on his back for a moment, before it shifted, propelling him further forward before coming to rest on top of him. His sister simply wriggled her toes, and it was enough to sweep him beneath them. The train slid noisily into the station, and the girls day began proper as she boarded. Inside her shoe, her brother struggled pointlessly against the rapidly moistening mass of fabric that separated him from his little sisters sweating toes.
What he had forgotten that morning was that his sister had a weekend away coming up with her school club. She was set to leave on Friday morning and return on Sunday night, and would be staying in a hotel in a town a few hours away by train. After a 15 minute ride on the local train, the tiny unwilling passenger could hear the muffled sound of voices as his sister met up with her friends and moved toward the platform for the express. Her tiny brother was now so small that he didnt feel a huge amount of pressure from his sisters foot, and didnt move much beneath her sock. The smell however, continued to intensify, and the heat was almost unbearable.
Minutes later an express train rolled out of the station. In seat 23C, a highschool girl sat chatting with her friends, munching on snacks and laughing as they go. Her left leg lies across her right, foot bouncing gently as she talks. Her foot was clad in a snug-fitting black leather school loafer, slightly beaten from years of wear, and a somewhat tight fit due to her growth, but it would be wasteful to buy a new pair with only 8 months left of school. Inside the shoe, the girls navy socks were hot and damp with her sweat, drawn out from her soft skin during her morning journey. Beneath her toes, an unrecognisable speck was all that remained of her formerly big brother, reduced to under a tenth of a millimeter in height over the last half hour. It was in that shoe that he was condemned to remain, too small to ever leave or even to walk the complete length of the shoe before it was worn again by his younger sister. Day after day he subsisted on a diet of sock link and flakes of skin from his sisters toes. Water came in the form of the accumulated sweat and grime from the colossal girl. On hot summer days, the sweat was so dense it seemed to ooze from the fabric of the socks, threatening to drown the tiny being. In the winter he clung to the residual warmth of the insole during the cold nights in his houses entranceway. On a particular day, his sister tore a hole in her sock during her school day, and wore her shoes barefoot on the return home, subjecting her brother to intense heat and moisture, threatening to stick him to her giant toes or meld him into a ball of lint between them. On a few occasions his sister lent her shoes to her friends to wear, treating the miniscule parasite to a buffet of new tastes and smells as her unknowing classmates pressed their soles into his humble abode
This was his life for months. Day after day, hour after hour under his sisters feet.
And she never even noticed.
Giantess World
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