Months had passed and many scary encounters had led to a system now. put in place. You were so small though that your biggest fear was one day getting lost and nobody ever finding you again. It was tough too, your mother and sister would occasionally talk to you but it was always one sided conversation because even when they put you by their ears, you were far too tiny to be heard..
Your mother had purchased a small plastic disk about the size of a quarter so your family would always know where you were at. If you were to get lost, your mother had placed duplicates of these disks in all rooms, so you could travel to one. Once you had gotten lost for a whole month but you were just trying to get to one of the disks, which you eventually did. You got very thin after that one, only being able to live because you stayed to the sides and the A/C created dew drops for you to drink.
The disks were also there to keep others from accidentally crushing you whenever you were around.
Even with everything going this way, your relationship with your family was definitely on the decline. Your mother, sister, and aunt hadn't talked to you too much lately, only getting you the necessary food, water, and replacement disks as they cleaned the old ones from your waste. Your super shrinking had turned you into basically a goldfish at this point. Only at least you can watch a goldfish do stuff, all you could do was watch the goddesses from afar, millions of feet high above you.
Once again, this was something that was always on your mind. One day being forgotten and you having to live out the rest of your existence, alone, so tiny that nothing could even see you at all.
It was 8 o'clock in the morning when you heard a low rumbling coming from your surroundings. You were currently located in your mom's room on her dresser cabinet, sleeping on a tiny bed made especially for you which in turn was on a plastic disk. Your mother had moved all of your tiny belongings into her room so that she could "Keep a closer eye on you, of course" as she had said. Originally, your mother had kept you out in the living room, but after one heated argument with your sister, Ashley had threatened to come over one night and toss you and all of your "room" right down her throat and into her stomach. The threat had not gone unnotticed, so now you stayed 100% of the time with your mom.
The low rumbling was a sound that you were familiar with, seeing as it was your morning wake up call. Your mother was getting out of bed and, just like every giant human you had encountered, made deep rumbling noises whenever she moved that could only be heard at your size. Common movements like placing feet on the ground or breathing deeply sounded like distant earthquakes which had become an incredibly surreal experience for you as you now knew what insects must hear.
Getting out of bed, you looked out into the expansive room and watched as the tremendous form of your mother made her way across the room to your platform. This was the worst experience for you as she would often wake up with horrible morning breath which would blow you away like a tornado of halitosis. You wish you had some way to communicate to her or anyone really. It was the fact that you couldn't talk to anyone that really got to you.
"Good morning, Daniel! Did you sleep well!?" She asked in her ritualistic fashion. She asked the same questions every morning as if a formality, even though it was obvious you couldn't answer at your size. Maybe it was her attempt at making you feel like people still cared what you had to say or what happened to you. Maybe you were getting depressed, you didn't know for sure.
You did your usual wave to her which she probably didn't see before she left for the bathroom. You collapsed once again on your bed as you counted the seconds before she came back out. This is what your life had become, waiting on everyone else to help you live because you couldn't do anything for yourself. A routine set in marble which was unchanging and boring. You could barely even remember when you were able to walk to the kitchen without an escort.
Ten minutes later your mother walked out of the bathroom dressed in her morning clothes with a towel wrapped around her wet hair. Approaching the cabinet housing you, she looked down on you as you clutched your bed for support from her movements. As per the schedule, it was now time to go have breakfast before you would be forced to have a bath under the watchful eyes of your mother.
Jumping off your "sleeping disk"m you moved over and climbed onto of the "Transport disk" before your mother picked it up and whisked you into the air. Communication between you and your family was virtually non-existent as your small size made it impossible to actually speak loud enough for them to hear. You would get the occasional "Hello", "Good morning" and "Good night" but not much more than that, making you feel more isolated and alone than ever despite being under constant watch by others. And this morning was no different as she carried you into the kitchen as if you were an everyday item rather than her own son.
"Shit, where ...?" Your mother said, searching her pockets and looking down on the table before walking back upstairs. She had obviously just forgotten something and decided to retrieve it, leaving you down here where any number of things could kill you.
There she was, like a goddess watching her creation suffer below her. Her long hair waved a bit, the air moving it. Her blue eyes blinked as they stared down at your little prison (or home) as she cursed under her breath. At your normal size, your mother's basketball sized breasts were a sight to behold, now at speck size, they were like living moving planets that blocked out the view of the goddess's face above. Today, the goddess wore a light baggy shirt and underneath it a tight black bra. Below that, she was wearing black panties, not even bothering to wear pants. Her shirt was long enough that most of the 'essentials' were covered. With her cursing over, you watched the mighty titaness turn away, preparing to leave to go to the other room.
As you watched your thousands of mile long mother move out of view, you were in awe at such an incredible sight. Even though you had seen it millions of times, seeing these titanic people that were once the same height as you was a frightening sight. The loud booming rang in your ears as you held onto the disk you were on, watching it shake gently as the majestic image of your mother moved out of view as she pounded up the steps of the staircase, rattling the ground as she moved.
Then. . . silence.
It was so quiet now, your mother gone and you sitting on your disc alone. You were tired of not being able to go anywhere. You wanted a break. Moving towards the edge of the disc, you noticed a small crumblet of your mother's breakfast had fallen nearby. An opportunity! For the longest time, you had been eating the same kind of food, for days, weeks, months? It was hard to keep track exactly. Making your way towards the disc, you did a double take. Was this really the best course of action? Where you really going to do this?
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