You watched as Cathy opened the door to reveal two kids, each with a box of cookies. A girl and a younger boy.
'Hi.' The girl said, smiling. 'We're selling cookies today. Would you like to buy some?'
'Cookies eh?' Cathy smiled. 'Why not, let me get my purse.' You step mom then strides upstairs to retrieve the money. You then see your Aunty Ann flash you a wink. She gets up and walks to the door.
'Hi.' She says to them.
'Hi.' The boy replies with a smile.
'How would you two like to go on an adventure?' She asks.
'Sure!' The excitable boy says and you shake your head, knowing whats coming. You want to say something, to talk Ann out of it, but you know that you could very easily take their place so you remain quiet.
'Good.' She says and the two suddenly dissapear. She then walks back to her seat with a chuckle.
'Where are they?' You ask.
'Still on the front step, just really small. I wonder if Cathy will spot them or end up stepping on them.'
Claire giggles. 'Eurgh, crushed under my moms slippers. Poor kids.'
'I was tempted to keep them for myself - but I have someone else in mind as a plaything today.'
'Who?' Claire asks.
'Why, you honey.' She says with a giggle. 'I do enjoy how you fight under my toes.'
'What?!' But I haven't done anything!' Claire protests.
'I'm sure I could persuade your mother some how.' And she laughs again, to Claires horror. You then hear the thudding feet of Cahty as she returns and walks to the door.
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For the tow, now tiny, young brother and sister, it is a horrifying sight. Getting adjusted to a now giant world was terrifying enough, but to now see this giant woman stomp towards them was horrifying. They screamed as they saw the dirty, off white sole rise above them.
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Wondering where the two youngsters had gone too, Cathy was about to step outside, until she heard the faintest of high pitch screams coming from the floor, right where she was about to set her foot. She pulled it back and looked down - sure enough she saw there teeny forms, about an inch tall each scurrying around. She couldn't help but smile.
'Who's responsible for this?' She called back into the living room.
'I take it you found them?' Ann replied, chuckling. 'Was that after you stepped on them?' She sounded almost hopeful. Cathy simply tittered and scooped up the tow crying shrinkees.
'No.' She replied and headed back to the kitchen, kicking the front door shut.
'Oh poo, I wanted you to step on them.' Ann said.
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You watch as your step mother carried them back to the table and sat down.
'What are you going to do with them? Grow them back?' Ann asked.
'Nah.' Cathy replied nonchalantly and looked down at the frightened toys in her hand. 'Okay you tow, if your good and do as I say, I'll make you big again and buy all your cookies from you. Deal?' She asked with a beaming smile. She did not wait for a response and slipped off her slippers. She then jammed the boy in between her big and second toe of her right foot and the girl in between the same toes on her left foot. She straightened her legs and watched them squirm and scream from in between her massive toes. 'Now, I want you two to make my toes feel nice and relaxed. Do that, and I'll turn you back.'
Without another word she slipped her slippers back on her feet, the tiny, screaming youngsters vanishing from view into a smelly prison.
Cathy then brought a piece of toast to her mouth, took a bit and started a conversation, not even registering she had two tiny people trapped at her toes.
'So Claire, what are your plans for today?' Cathy asked her, but Ann interupted Claires response.
'Actually, Claire was saying she wanted to spend the day as my little toe toy. Didn't you honey?' Ann giggled.
'No!' Claire spat. 'Mom, I didn't say that.' Cathy just chuckled.
'Ann, what are you like?' She laughed.
'Well, I just love the way little Claire feels down there. Come on Cathy let me have her for a day.' Ann prods.
'Mom! You can't.' Claire protests. 'I'd rather be anywhere than under her smelly feet.'
'Oh, so would you mind if I put you under my foot today then?' Cathy asked teasingly.
'Thats not what I meant mom and you know it.'
'Quiet little girl.' Ann teased. 'The grown ups are deciding your fate. It looks like your going to end up under someones stinky feet today, its just a question of whose feet get to play with you.'
Claire was mortified, but this wasn't uncommon. Ann had a certain knack of stirring up trouble and getting Cathy to reduce the kids for her pleasure, even if they had done nothing wrong. But a though flashed through your head - you had always wondered what it would be like to be a foot toy for a little bit - it was a strange, almost morbid yet exciting curiosity that was growing stronger the older you got. This would be a perfect opportunity to volunteer yoursself for the role. But would that be too risky, would it not be better to stay quiet and see who gets Claire?
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