Thankfully, Diane's minivan is here, but her husband's car is not, so you have her all to yourself. Jogging through the lawn takes quite a bit of time at your size, but you eventually make it to the front door, which is open, but blocked by the storm door. Frowning, you get closer and even consider enlarging yourself and simply walking in, but that's too risky. You notice that there's a tiny space between where the storm door closes and the wall actually is. Way too small for any sort of animal to get through, but large enough for a speck of dust like yourself to crawl through easily.
So you squeeze through this crack and find yourself in the vestibule of Diane's house. Right in the entrance is a narrow hallway with a floor mat. A discarded pair of flip flops off to the side greet you as soon as you walk in and you find yourself growing hard. You figure they belong to Diane, her husband should be at work and her kids should be at school or some such nonsense. You walk along the side of the gargantuan sandal and run your hands along the sides of the worn rubber, which more resembles granite to you. You visualize just how big the woman would have to seem in order to house these shoes and then continue your journey eager to find out.
As you step from the narrow entrance, you come into the living room, wading through carpet. Stairs to the upper level lie just ahead, the kitchen to the left, and the living room to the right. Glancing around, you see...
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