"Mom! Down here! It's me!" I cry out but my voice doesn't even reach past her ankles nevertheless to her looming face seemingly miles above.
Joyce scanning the ground, is disgusted by how dusty the hallway floor is. It looks like it has not been vacuumed in weeks! All kinds of lint and crumbs from Kayla's room dot the hardwood floor. Even with Mom looking straight down at me, I am just too tiny for her too detect. She would have to squat down to get a closer look and even then, thanks to the slushie staining my body, she would probably just mistake me for an insignificant piece of blue lint.
"This hallway is disgusting", Joyce bellows with a booming echo with her hands on her hips and standing high above me. I crane up my neck to look up her long legs, past her skirt and blouse to see the scowl on her face. Or at least what looks like a scowl, she is so high above that I can barely make out her facial features like seeing blurry objects from a long distance.
"Don't worry kids, I guess I'll be your maid and vacuum it!" Joyce's voice reverberates through the air with a power that shakes me to my core. Her enormous high heel lifts up and sails above me, briefly casting a shadow over my body as I am greeted with a view of her shoe's sole covered in grime and bug carcasses from insects she has unknowingly squashed. As her shoe dashes, my new ceiling is replaced by a view of under her skirt, only to discover she is wearing no panties and revealing her valley-like pussy.
CLICK! CLACK!
Joyce's heel lands behind me from her first step, causing the ground to violently tremble and I lose balance as my legs buckle underneath me. Thankfully the impacts of her next step is less powerful as her long legs carry her seemingly tens of miles in the course of seconds as she walks down the hallway to open the linen closet and grab the vacuum cleaner.
Shit! I need to get out of here quickly! I start running past boulder and house-sized crumbs and lint balls as I sprint as fast as my legs can go while Mom's heels start making the ground tremble again as she walks closer to plug the vacuum into the socket. Meanwhile I can only hope it is not too late as I run...
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