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Lady, help us! Please!”
“Down here! We’re on the table!”
“Look down!
Mindy, Jason, and Charlie—the latest victims of the unforgiving shrinking epidemic—had spent the better part of an hour climbing to the top of the coffee table, a desperate attempt at evading the lethal foot traffic of the outside world. They had not come to appreciate the magnitude of their predicament until their only hope of rescue had taken her seat on the chair. Even sitting down, the figure loomed upwards like a mighty skyscraper, the table on which they stood hardly reaching her knees. The trio had exchanged uneasy looks. Nearly an hour of climbing straight up, and they were still so far beneath eye level of the normal-sized folk around the café. Refusing to give in to despair, Mindy had been the first to leap up into the air, arms flailing in a heated attempt to catch the woman’s attention.
“Down here, Miss! Please! I’m begging you! Look down!” Charlie and Jason joined in, their efforts less magnanimous at first, but growing with enthusiasm as the seconds wore on. The giant woman’s eyes looked on, far away from their pitiful vantage point, likely towards the bar where her order would soon arrive. Her legs shuffled strangely beneath her, as if struggling with something down below them.
For a brief moment, the woman’s eyes had descended towards the table, and the trio thought their luck had taken a turn for the better. No sooner had excitement swelled in their hearts than the watchful eyes of their would-be rescuers become eclipsed by massive, tan wall.
BOOM!
The woman’s foot crashed against the table’s edge, missing the three of them by mere inches. The resulting impact knocked them all to the ground, and a collective scream of panic erupted from them as the giantess’s toes cast their deadly shadow over the puny forms.
The woman’s toes hovered far above them, mercifully sparing them a short, miserable end to their mission for help. The coarse threads of her sock pulled taut at every angle, struggling to contain the mass of flesh that stretched out to meet the open air, eager for respite after a cramped day inside its sweaty prison.
Though they’d been spared the fate of countless bugs for the time being, the looming presence of her foot bore down on them in other ways. The stench of sweat met their tiny nostrils just as a stifling wave of heat descended upon them. At once, their cries for help went silent, palms covering their mouth and nose in a desperate attempt to block out the smell. Yet with every breath, the salty air coated their tongues and burned their throats, compelling agonizing fits of coughing between them.
“S-stop…” Mindy begged deliriously, as if pleading on an altar to the woman’s toes for mercy. “No more… Please!”
Jason collapsed in a heap, jaw hanging open wordlessly as he lay across the floor. Charlie’s eyes were wet with tears, his futile screams ebbing away into the ether.
Webbed rays of light colored the floor in a speckled pattern. Above them, the woman’s toes stretched wide, letting the frail tendrils of lighted escape between the coarse threads of her sock. The unassuming beacon had served of their only omen as the earth beneath them started to shake with a low rumble. The woman’s shadow overtook them again, the ball of her foot swiftly closing the gap between them.
“R-run!” Charlie managed, pumping his legs as quickly as he could in a desperate effort to escape her shadow. Mindy wasn’t far behind, but poor Jason didn’t have the chance to right himself. The overwhelming heat had been sufficient to sap his strength. He’d crawled merely half an inch away before the ball of the giant woman’s foot rolled over him, smothering his tiny body in a hot, cotton blanket.
Mindy and Charlie didn’t dare look back, but the jarring cacophony of shattering bones heralded their new friend’s fate. Terror-stricken tears streaming down their faces, they spurred themselves forward, from the unfettered approach of the woman’s foot. Mindy was faster, soon overtaking Charlie and pushing forward as quickly as she could. The effort seemed hopeless, the oncoming meteor gaining on them ever faster. At last, light broke out against the floor as Mindy narrowly escaped from beneath the giantess’s looming shadow. Her eyes darted backward, catching a glimpse of Charlie with his hand outstretched, panting wildly and slowing his pace all too soon.
“No!” she screamed for his sake, but like Jason before him, Charlie vanished without a trace, the woman’s toes crashing down around him like a landslide. A burst of wind ejected outward, catching Mindy in the updraft and knocking her to the floor. She rolled the last few inches away, collapsing out of exhaustion. The silence of the world around him compelled a series of sobs, both for her plight and that of her lost comrades. It had been hopeless from the start, hadn’t it? What chance had there ever been of catching someone’s attention at this size?
As the dust settled around her, the pungent scent of cotton and sweat assaulted her nostrils again. The smell enraged Mindy, and she stood tall to face the mansion-sized toe that had seen fit to mock her at her lowest. “You fucking bitch!” she screamed, thumping her fists against the woman’s toe with little success. “Get the fuck away from me, you stupid giant—” FWOOSH!
The woman’s foot slid backwards, and Mindy nearly fell forward as her fists met the air. She stooped to catch her breath before daring to crane her neck up. The giant woman had leaned forward from her seat, piercing eyes studying the tiny creature at her feet.
“You… You see me!?” Mindy cried, afraid to believe her change in luck. “Yes! YES! I’M DOWN HERE! PLEASE HELP ME!” She leapt as high as her legs would allow. Though the tips of her fingers failed to even crest the top of the woman’s toes, Mindy’s flailing had seemed to hold her attention. As her eyes fell into focus, the woman’s contemplative face morphed into a disgusted scowl.
“Gross…”
The damning word bounced up against the wooden table top, piercing the tiny woman’s ears several times over. She tried not to accept what the giantess had meant, but there was no mistaking the venom in her voice.
“No… No! It’s not what you think! I’m a person! Please look closer! I’m a person! You have to believe me!”
Once again, a deadly shadow crossed her path. The giantess had raised her foot once more, her big toe hovering unceremoniously over Mindy’s shaking body. Mindy jumped and flailed all the more, but the woman’s foot had already blocked her from sight. There was no convincing her now.
“NO! I’m not a bug! Don’t squish me! Please! I’m not a bug! I’m not a bug! I’m… I’m--!” The last words died in her throat.
I’m a person!
Despite her efforts, she could no longer bring those words to her lips. Could she really call herself a person anymore? Would a person cower beneath the toe of another woman so pitifully? Driven to insanity by the mere smell of her worn socks? Would a person have struggled so hard just to reach the summit of a knee-high table, still far beneath the notice of the giants that walked among her?
Her mouth formed the words, but no sound came out. She could only stare as the woman’s toe made one final descent upon its prey, sealing her fate with a miniscule crunch.
~
Charlie struggled weakly beneath the immense weight pressing into his back. Had he died? His whole world had gone black, the sorrowful face of Mindy being the last thing he could remember. He struggled to move, but something locked his arms in place.
The pungent odor plaguing his senses had not waned. In fact, it seemed more intense than before, emanating from the strange bindings that had twisted around his arms. He felt his stomach lurching as those bindings hoisted him upwards. Light spilled out from beneath the rising ceiling, glistening against an unusual spot on the floor. As Charlie rose ever higher, he looked out at the glistening puddle, recognizing a sickening mess of bones and blood. “M-Mindy?” he whispered in somber realization.
He was given no time to mourn his friend, shooting up and away from the table at a blinding speed. What the fuck was going on? Pull as he might, the thick tan ropes would not release him. A hot wall seemed to press into his back, stretching the ropes tightly around his numbing limbs. He turned his head to the side, trying to catch a glimpse of where he’d ended up. Above him, mighty pillars jutted out from within the intricate pattern of ropes, each dancing of their own accord and pulling his tiny body along in their lethal embrace.
“Holy shit…”
They were her toes, he realized. He’d been hoisted up amongst the countless threads of the woman’s sock, a mere flea trapped and immobilized beneath her toes.
“Oh god… No, no no. Wait! Let me go!” He twisted and pulled against his bindings, but his limbs were hopelessly tangled among them. So long as her immense toes stretched these bindings to their limit, there was no chance of yanking himself free.
“Please! I’m stuck! I’m still down here! Please let me go!” As always, his cries went unheard. Not even his desperate struggling seemed to catch the attention of his rescuer turned captor. The tabletop disappeared from view as her foot descended swiftly towards the floor below. Charlie braced himself for the inevitable end.
Her foot stopped just short of splattering him into the floor, as if she were toying with him in his final moments. In his periphery, the woman’s hand had descended, dragging something massive across the floor. In a matter of moments, Charlie faced down the dark, foreboding opening of one of the woman’s pink sneakers.
“N-no…” His heart sank. “No… Don’t put me in there… Please…” Her foot descended once again, and the mouth of the dark abyss seemed to open wide in gleeful anticipation. “Please! I’m still here! Don’t put me in your shoe! Please! Let me out!” The light of the outside world was snuffed out. A barrage of groaning leather reverberated around him as the interior of the woman’s shoe stretched wide to receive her foot. The unbearable descent slowed at last, and her toes rested flat against the smooth insole, pressing their tiny captive deep into the sweat-stained mesh.
The musty air made him cough. The smell was magnitudes worse than when he had simply been trapped beneath her. There seemed to be more of her sweat in the air than oxygen. He gasped, as if trying to breathe underwater. His body was mashed against the smooth lining of the woman’s insole, pressed deep against the underside of one of her toes. He couldn’t even squirm, much less break free from his cotton bindings as the woman’s toe grinded his puny body against the soft interior.
“Let me go!!” he pleaded, his words a muffled mess beneath the ambivalent mass. “Don’t leave me in here! Let me out! Please!!!” He begged and begged, screaming until his throat was raw, but the woman’s foot would not yield. His stomach lurched as her foot lifted high into the air and crashed back down mightily, her toe descending on him with unbearable weight. Still, the cotton threads held him firm, protected him from certain death, whether he willed it or not.
With every torturous step, the invading mass of her toes threatened to tear his flesh and smash his bones into dust, yet never was the mounting pressure quite enough to break him. The agony of her immense weight atop his fragile body battered and bruised him. His endless screams of torment were smothered among the endless folds of cotton that bound him in place. No one would ever hear his cries. There was no one to help him now, to end his pain, or even show him pity. Only the endless trampling of this monolithic woman’s foot to keep him company.
~
“What a day,” the woman sighed to herself, sipping her coffee as she walked on—blissfully ignorant of the human lives she’d casually snuffed out, as well as the unwilling passenger she carried along with her, endlessly battered against the soft underside of her enormous toes.
She’d enjoyed the opportunity to sit and relax her aching feet, however brief the respite. It was always a heavenly experience letting them cool off a bit after hours of baking in her shoes.
…Well, almost heavenly in this case. Were it not for the nagging insect interrupting her leisure time…
Stupid bug, she thought to herself, recalling the way it had tried to bite through the threads of her sock before its splattered remains painted the bottom of her big toe. How arrogant of those pests to think they could encroach on the domain of a giant without facing the gruesome consequences. Well, all the better that she’d ended its misery before it had the chance to bother somebody else. Killing the thing was a boon for nature, in a way. More resources for the bugs smart enough to give a wide berth for their betters.
She let the thought pass with a pleasant sigh. She’d already paid the puny thing more mind than it deserved. As she walked, her toes squirmed uncomfortably in the cramped interior of her shoes, already eager for fresh air. She frowned at the thought. Perhaps another break wouldn’t hurt. Then again, her busy day was far from finished. Best to do what she came into town for, so she could head home all the sooner. Just a few hours more… Her aching toes could endure that much.

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Full story written by
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Lady, help us! Please!”
“Down here! We’re on the table!”
“Look down!
Mindy, Jason, and Charlie—the latest victims of the unforgiving shrinking epidemic—had spent the better part of an hour climbing to the top of the coffee table, a desperate attempt at evading the lethal foot traffic of the outside world. They had not come to appreciate the magnitude of their predicament until their only hope of rescue had taken her seat on the chair. Even sitting down, the figure loomed upwards like a mighty skyscraper, the table on which they stood hardly reaching her knees. The trio had exchanged uneasy looks. Nearly an hour of climbing straight up, and they were still so far beneath eye level of the normal-sized folk around the café. Refusing to give in to despair, Mindy had been the first to leap up into the air, arms flailing in a heated attempt to catch the woman’s attention.
“Down here, Miss! Please! I’m begging you! Look down!” Charlie and Jason joined in, their efforts less magnanimous at first, but growing with enthusiasm as the seconds wore on. The giant woman’s eyes looked on, far away from their pitiful vantage point, likely towards the bar where her order would soon arrive. Her legs shuffled strangely beneath her, as if struggling with something down below them.
For a brief moment, the woman’s eyes had descended towards the table, and the trio thought their luck had taken a turn for the better. No sooner had excitement swelled in their hearts than the watchful eyes of their would-be rescuers become eclipsed by massive, tan wall.
BOOM!
The woman’s foot crashed against the table’s edge, missing the three of them by mere inches. The resulting impact knocked them all to the ground, and a collective scream of panic erupted from them as the giantess’s toes cast their deadly shadow over the puny forms.
The woman’s toes hovered far above them, mercifully sparing them a short, miserable end to their mission for help. The coarse threads of her sock pulled taut at every angle, struggling to contain the mass of flesh that stretched out to meet the open air, eager for respite after a cramped day inside its sweaty prison.
Though they’d been spared the fate of countless bugs for the time being, the looming presence of her foot bore down on them in other ways. The stench of sweat met their tiny nostrils just as a stifling wave of heat descended upon them. At once, their cries for help went silent, palms covering their mouth and nose in a desperate attempt to block out the smell. Yet with every breath, the salty air coated their tongues and burned their throats, compelling agonizing fits of coughing between them.
“S-stop…” Mindy begged deliriously, as if pleading on an altar to the woman’s toes for mercy. “No more… Please!”
Jason collapsed in a heap, jaw hanging open wordlessly as he lay across the floor. Charlie’s eyes were wet with tears, his futile screams ebbing away into the ether.
Webbed rays of light colored the floor in a speckled pattern. Above them, the woman’s toes stretched wide, letting the frail tendrils of lighted escape between the coarse threads of her sock. The unassuming beacon had served of their only omen as the earth beneath them started to shake with a low rumble. The woman’s shadow overtook them again, the ball of her foot swiftly closing the gap between them.
“R-run!” Charlie managed, pumping his legs as quickly as he could in a desperate effort to escape her shadow. Mindy wasn’t far behind, but poor Jason didn’t have the chance to right himself. The overwhelming heat had been sufficient to sap his strength. He’d crawled merely half an inch away before the ball of the giant woman’s foot rolled over him, smothering his tiny body in a hot, cotton blanket.
Mindy and Charlie didn’t dare look back, but the jarring cacophony of shattering bones heralded their new friend’s fate. Terror-stricken tears streaming down their faces, they spurred themselves forward, from the unfettered approach of the woman’s foot. Mindy was faster, soon overtaking Charlie and pushing forward as quickly as she could. The effort seemed hopeless, the oncoming meteor gaining on them ever faster. At last, light broke out against the floor as Mindy narrowly escaped from beneath the giantess’s looming shadow. Her eyes darted backward, catching a glimpse of Charlie with his hand outstretched, panting wildly and slowing his pace all too soon.
“No!” she screamed for his sake, but like Jason before him, Charlie vanished without a trace, the woman’s toes crashing down around him like a landslide. A burst of wind ejected outward, catching Mindy in the updraft and knocking her to the floor. She rolled the last few inches away, collapsing out of exhaustion. The silence of the world around him compelled a series of sobs, both for her plight and that of her lost comrades. It had been hopeless from the start, hadn’t it? What chance had there ever been of catching someone’s attention at this size?
As the dust settled around her, the pungent scent of cotton and sweat assaulted her nostrils again. The smell enraged Mindy, and she stood tall to face the mansion-sized toe that had seen fit to mock her at her lowest. “You fucking bitch!” she screamed, thumping her fists against the woman’s toe with little success. “Get the fuck away from me, you stupid giant—” FWOOSH!
The woman’s foot slid backwards, and Mindy nearly fell forward as her fists met the air. She stooped to catch her breath before daring to crane her neck up. The giant woman had leaned forward from her seat, piercing eyes studying the tiny creature at her feet.
“You… You see me!?” Mindy cried, afraid to believe her change in luck. “Yes! YES! I’M DOWN HERE! PLEASE HELP ME!” She leapt as high as her legs would allow. Though the tips of her fingers failed to even crest the top of the woman’s toes, Mindy’s flailing had seemed to hold her attention. As her eyes fell into focus, the woman’s contemplative face morphed into a disgusted scowl.
“Gross…”
The damning word bounced up against the wooden table top, piercing the tiny woman’s ears several times over. She tried not to accept what the giantess had meant, but there was no mistaking the venom in her voice.
“No… No! It’s not what you think! I’m a person! Please look closer! I’m a person! You have to believe me!”
Once again, a deadly shadow crossed her path. The giantess had raised her foot once more, her big toe hovering unceremoniously over Mindy’s shaking body. Mindy jumped and flailed all the more, but the woman’s foot had already blocked her from sight. There was no convincing her now.
“NO! I’m not a bug! Don’t squish me! Please! I’m not a bug! I’m not a bug! I’m… I’m--!” The last words died in her throat.
I’m a person!
Despite her efforts, she could no longer bring those words to her lips. Could she really call herself a person anymore? Would a person cower beneath the toe of another woman so pitifully? Driven to insanity by the mere smell of her worn socks? Would a person have struggled so hard just to reach the summit of a knee-high table, still far beneath the notice of the giants that walked among her?
Her mouth formed the words, but no sound came out. She could only stare as the woman’s toe made one final descent upon its prey, sealing her fate with a miniscule crunch.
~
Charlie struggled weakly beneath the immense weight pressing into his back. Had he died? His whole world had gone black, the sorrowful face of Mindy being the last thing he could remember. He struggled to move, but something locked his arms in place.
The pungent odor plaguing his senses had not waned. In fact, it seemed more intense than before, emanating from the strange bindings that had twisted around his arms. He felt his stomach lurching as those bindings hoisted him upwards. Light spilled out from beneath the rising ceiling, glistening against an unusual spot on the floor. As Charlie rose ever higher, he looked out at the glistening puddle, recognizing a sickening mess of bones and blood. “M-Mindy?” he whispered in somber realization.
He was given no time to mourn his friend, shooting up and away from the table at a blinding speed. What the fuck was going on? Pull as he might, the thick tan ropes would not release him. A hot wall seemed to press into his back, stretching the ropes tightly around his numbing limbs. He turned his head to the side, trying to catch a glimpse of where he’d ended up. Above him, mighty pillars jutted out from within the intricate pattern of ropes, each dancing of their own accord and pulling his tiny body along in their lethal embrace.
“Holy shit…”
They were her toes, he realized. He’d been hoisted up amongst the countless threads of the woman’s sock, a mere flea trapped and immobilized beneath her toes.
“Oh god… No, no no. Wait! Let me go!” He twisted and pulled against his bindings, but his limbs were hopelessly tangled among them. So long as her immense toes stretched these bindings to their limit, there was no chance of yanking himself free.
“Please! I’m stuck! I’m still down here! Please let me go!” As always, his cries went unheard. Not even his desperate struggling seemed to catch the attention of his rescuer turned captor. The tabletop disappeared from view as her foot descended swiftly towards the floor below. Charlie braced himself for the inevitable end.
Her foot stopped just short of splattering him into the floor, as if she were toying with him in his final moments. In his periphery, the woman’s hand had descended, dragging something massive across the floor. In a matter of moments, Charlie faced down the dark, foreboding opening of one of the woman’s pink sneakers.
“N-no…” His heart sank. “No… Don’t put me in there… Please…” Her foot descended once again, and the mouth of the dark abyss seemed to open wide in gleeful anticipation. “Please! I’m still here! Don’t put me in your shoe! Please! Let me out!” The light of the outside world was snuffed out. A barrage of groaning leather reverberated around him as the interior of the woman’s shoe stretched wide to receive her foot. The unbearable descent slowed at last, and her toes rested flat against the smooth insole, pressing their tiny captive deep into the sweat-stained mesh.
The musty air made him cough. The smell was magnitudes worse than when he had simply been trapped beneath her. There seemed to be more of her sweat in the air than oxygen. He gasped, as if trying to breathe underwater. His body was mashed against the smooth lining of the woman’s insole, pressed deep against the underside of one of her toes. He couldn’t even squirm, much less break free from his cotton bindings as the woman’s toe grinded his puny body against the soft interior.
“Let me go!!” he pleaded, his words a muffled mess beneath the ambivalent mass. “Don’t leave me in here! Let me out! Please!!!” He begged and begged, screaming until his throat was raw, but the woman’s foot would not yield. His stomach lurched as her foot lifted high into the air and crashed back down mightily, her toe descending on him with unbearable weight. Still, the cotton threads held him firm, protected him from certain death, whether he willed it or not.
With every torturous step, the invading mass of her toes threatened to tear his flesh and smash his bones into dust, yet never was the mounting pressure quite enough to break him. The agony of her immense weight atop his fragile body battered and bruised him. His endless screams of torment were smothered among the endless folds of cotton that bound him in place. No one would ever hear his cries. There was no one to help him now, to end his pain, or even show him pity. Only the endless trampling of this monolithic woman’s foot to keep him company.
~
“What a day,” the woman sighed to herself, sipping her coffee as she walked on—blissfully ignorant of the human lives she’d casually snuffed out, as well as the unwilling passenger she carried along with her, endlessly battered against the soft underside of her enormous toes.
She’d enjoyed the opportunity to sit and relax her aching feet, however brief the respite. It was always a heavenly experience letting them cool off a bit after hours of baking in her shoes.
…Well, almost heavenly in this case. Were it not for the nagging insect interrupting her leisure time…
Stupid bug, she thought to herself, recalling the way it had tried to bite through the threads of her sock before its splattered remains painted the bottom of her big toe. How arrogant of those pests to think they could encroach on the domain of a giant without facing the gruesome consequences. Well, all the better that she’d ended its misery before it had the chance to bother somebody else. Killing the thing was a boon for nature, in a way. More resources for the bugs smart enough to give a wide berth for their betters.
She let the thought pass with a pleasant sigh. She’d already paid the puny thing more mind than it deserved. As she walked, her toes squirmed uncomfortably in the cramped interior of her shoes, already eager for fresh air. She frowned at the thought. Perhaps another break wouldn’t hurt. Then again, her busy day was far from finished. Best to do what she came into town for, so she could head home all the sooner. Just a few hours more… Her aching toes could endure that much.

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