Alex is concerned now about how small he has become and how much smaller he will get but finds this to be an exciting experience. He starts thinking about where he put his backpack then sees it up on top of his dresser.
“How am I going to get up there? What was I thinking when I put my backpack down. I should have left it on my bed,” he thinks. Realizing that he is going to need some help now, he thinks about how he is going to interact with his family at his current size.
“Well, I am going to have to leave the room and get some help…this should be interesting. I wonder how they will handle me?” thinks Alex. He finds an old paper towel on the floor and wraps it around himself so he isn’t naked. Alex walks over to his door and luckily his sister left it open by a few inches. As he approaches the opening, he hears booming footsteps again. He backs away from the opening to be safe and the floor shakes wildly.
“Alex?” says a voice. A giant tennis shoe slams onto the floor right next to him as his mother takes a step into his room.
“Holy shit! Look at the size of mom’s Nikes!” He clings to the wall behind him while shrinking down even more.
“What do you want…to eat…,” says his mom as her voice trails off. She realizes he isn’t in his room. Alex watches with wide eyes as the shoe next to him slowly gets bigger. A few seconds later, his mom walks away. Alex’s pulse is racing and it sinks in that he is now small enough to be stepped on. He knows he has to be really careful with himself at his reduced size.
“This is starting to get crazy…I need their help, but how well can they notice me? What if they don’t see me and I get stepped on! Or they think I am a mouse or something,” he thinks. Alex tears the paper towel in half because he is only about eight inches tall now. He takes a deep breath and heads out into the hallway. He walks down the long hallway in his house toward the living room. It feels very expansive and cool since he is close to the floor. It is empty at the moment, so he jogs along the wall. He reaches the living room and sees his mom sitting on the couch while his sister is on a separate chair. Alex walks up to the couch and notices that he is small enough to fit underneath it. He gets down on his knees and crawls under the massive piece of furniture.
“This is kind of neat. Small enough to fit under the couch. I could spy on everyone from down here,” he thinks. He keeps moving forward to the other side of the couch and sees his mom’s tennis shoes resting on the other side. He notices how dusty and dirty it while underneath the couch. He is now a couple inches from the other side and he sits down behind his mother’s feet. “God this is a trip. It was one thing to get shorter but being the size of a doll is much more intense. He looks out at the giant tennis shoes trying to process their size compared to his. A moment later, his mother’s hands come into view and she unties the laces on her shoes. She then slips her feet out of them and removes her socks which exposes her giant pink bare feet. She pushes her socks and shoes out of the way to the right.
“Shit…I feel it happening again,” says Alex. His body tingles all over as the space under the couch begins to expand.
“Is this just going to keep happening until I disappear? Crap!” he complains. He shrinks down quite a bit and is in the three to four-inch range now. His mother’s feet have doubled in size from his perspective. His heart is beating quickly again and his dick is pulsing because it is so hard. He then finds himself staring intently at his mother’s humongous feet. He doesn’t quite know why but he finds them beautiful to look at. The longer he looks at them the closer he wants to get. He notices how soft and well maintained her skin looks and imagines what it would be like to walk around them, or even on top of them.
“God her feet look sexy from down here…did I really just think that? I did…my mom’s feet are turning me on,” he thinks. He starts stroking his cock as he walks up right behind her left heel. He peeks out from underneath the couch and sees the rest of her leg stretching up high above him. He looks them over as much as he can and just can’t get enough of the view. He enjoys seeing them shift about and also watching her toes grip the carpet.
“Hey, snap out of it! I need to get some help,” he tells himself. Next,
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