The gap beneath the door of Chloe Bennet's hotel room loomed like an enormous, shadowy cavern as you crouched down, peering into her temporary space. This was your chance – a mission you'd only dreamed of until now. Your size, shrunk to just two inches tall, had transformed even the simplest task into a daring adventure. With a deep breath, you slipped beneath the door, the scent of fresh carpet, room-cleaning products, and faint traces of perfume swirling around you as you entered.
Inside, the world was a sprawling plain of dense fibers, and you found yourself standing on the plush welcome mat, your feet sinking slightly into its woven patterns. You barely had a moment to catch your breath before the door behind you swung open. Chloe’s footsteps were heavy and slow, punctuated by the faint scuff of rubber against tile as she entered the room, her form an enormous silhouette against the hall lights. Your eyes widened as she stepped in, each stride casting the room into shadow as her massive Nike slides slapped lightly against her heels.
As she walked, the slides made a gentle thumping sound with every step, and you were keenly aware of how close they were, the sheer weight of each step rumbling through the floor. You stood frozen, unsure whether to run or hide as her towering form loomed above, her footfalls getting dangerously close.
Nearly Trampled
Her left foot moved forward, and in an instant, you found yourself directly beneath the slide, your heart skipping a beat as the shadow overtook you. The thick rubber sole hovered only inches above your head, ridged with patterns that seemed carved out of stone at your size. You could make out every groove, every little scuff mark, and even the faint traces of dust that clung to the bottom.
A quick, instinctive leap to the side saved you just as her foot descended, planting firmly on the welcome mat with a dull thud. The force of it was enough to send you sprawling onto the mat, and the subtle shift of her weight flattened the fabric around you as though a small earthquake had just passed.
You pushed yourself up, heart pounding. That had been too close. She had barely even started moving, and already, you'd almost been crushed beneath her foot. But now, with her towering figure above you, another idea formed. Maybe, if you made enough contact, she’d notice you. You scrambled forward, raising both fists, and began pounding against the side of her slide with everything you had.
Pounding Against the Slide
“Chloe!” you shouted, your fists hitting the soft, rubbery side of the slide with all the force you could muster. “Down here! Please, notice me!”
Each strike was like punching a dense rubber wall, absorbing every ounce of your strength. The material felt slightly textured under your hands, each tiny ridge sticking to your skin, but no matter how hard you hit, the shoe didn't even twitch. Above you, Chloe continued rummaging through her bag, completely oblivious to the tiny presence pounding away at her slide.
You redoubled your efforts, fists aching as you pressed on, yelling and hitting the slide harder, but it was no use. She simply couldn’t feel you – not at this size. Frustrated, you stumbled back, breathing heavily. The slide rose like an enormous barrier before you, a subtle arch leading up toward her heel. Maybe if you climbed it, she’d feel your weight on her foot. Or, at the very least, you could get her attention somehow.
Climbing Her Slide
The slope of the slide was daunting, but you’d come this far. Grabbing onto a faint ridge in the rubber, you heaved yourself upward, inch by inch, pulling yourself along the slightly tacky surface. The smell of new rubber and Chloe’s subtle perfume filled your senses, creating a dizzying contrast. The climb was arduous, the incline steep, and you had to stop several times to catch your breath. Each movement brought you closer to her foot, the skin of her heel faintly visible above the edge of the slide.
You reached the top, standing on the edge, where her heel loomed like a warm, sunlit wall. The skin was smooth, slightly flushed from walking, and so close you could feel the warmth radiating off it. You raised a hand, reaching out, pressing your palm against her heel.
“Chloe…” you whispered, hardly able to believe that you’d actually made it this far. “Please… just notice me…”
But she was completely unaware of the tiny figure clinging to her shoe. You gripped onto her heel, marveling at the way her skin was like a warm, soft cliffside, pressing yourself against it, hoping beyond hope that she’d feel the slightest tickle, the faintest touch. Then, she shifted her weight.
Trapped Beneath Her Heel
In a single motion, Chloe shifted her stance, and her heel slid back into the slide, trapping you between the rubber sole and the warm, unyielding wall of her foot. The pressure was intense, squeezing the breath from your lungs as the world went dark and hot around you. You were immobilized, your body completely enveloped by the curve of her heel and the rubber base below, unable to move or breathe freely.
The scent of her skin was overpowering in such close quarters, mingling with the faint rubber smell of the slide itself. You could feel the soft pulse of her heartbeat through her heel, each subtle shift causing the rubber to flex around you, squeezing tighter. For a moment, you thought she might have felt something – the slightest hesitation in her movement – but then she began to walk, her foot lifting and slamming back down with every step.
Each time her heel came down, it felt like being crushed between two massive walls. The pressure relented only briefly as her foot lifted, giving you a split second to gulp in shallow breaths, only to be flattened once more as she stepped forward. The journey was disorienting and brutal, your body jostled and shaken with every movement.
Nearly Stepped on Again
Suddenly, she stopped. Her foot lifted, and you found yourself dangling from the edge of the slide, catching just enough of a breath to realize what was happening. Chloe reached down, and in an instant, you were shaken loose, tumbling from her slide and landing unceremoniously on the carpet.
Your head was spinning, your body bruised and aching, but you managed to stagger to your feet, glancing up just in time to see her foot descending once more. The massive slide hovered above you, her toes visible within the open front, and you froze, heart pounding. It came down, missing you by mere inches, the wind from her step sending you sprawling again.
Desperate, you threw yourself forward, grabbing onto the tip of her slide. You hammered your fists against it, calling out her name again, but her foot remained steadfast and unresponsive. You needed another approach.
Climbing to Her Foot Again
Gathering every ounce of energy left, you climbed the front of her slide, inching your way up toward her toes. The rubber was ridged and faintly textured beneath your hands, giving you just enough grip to pull yourself up. You scaled her slide’s front edge and came face to face with her toes, the warm, slightly pink skin resting just inches away.
The toes wiggled absentmindedly as she stood, creating slight ripples of movement across the slide. With one last push, you lunged forward, grabbing hold of her big toe, pressing your body against its smooth surface, shouting once more.
But Chloe remained blissfully unaware, her foot still as you clung to her toe, feeling utterly helpless against the sheer scale of her. The realization set in – she had no idea you were there, no inkling of the tiny figure clinging desperately to her slide.
The Final Struggle
Her foot shifted again, this time sliding backward, and you were forced to release your grip, tumbling back down onto the slide. You tried to cling to the rubber once more, but the movement was too fast. With a final jolt, she kicked her foot forward, sending you sprawling across the mat below.
Exhausted and defeated, you lay there, watching as she walked further into the room, entirely unaware of the tiny struggle that had unfolded beneath her. Her footsteps receded, the soft slap of her slides fading as she disappeared deeper into the room, leaving you lying on the mat, utterly unnoticed, her towering presence now a distant memory.
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