Angela didn’t have time to panic. She tried to distract herself with the plesent fact her clothes were intact. ‘Usually, in shrinking movies they lost their clothes!’ Angela thought optimistically, it didn’t take long for the panic to set in though... Her breathing was harsh like she was dragged across hot coals. She barely had time to register the pounding footsteps approaching her on the hardwood flooring. Each doorstep of the opposing structure shook the ground beneath her with the force of an earthquake.
Angela quickly lost her footing and fell flat on the ground, shaking even more from the aftershocks. While she focused on stabilising herself she failed to notice the source of the quakes...
Lauren has finally made it home after some ‘early’ drinking at her friend’s home. Her tightly fitted dress was coming apart at the seams as she stumbled awkwardly in the kitchen. Her movements were sluggish as her hands dig around the cupboards while trying to undo her stabbing high heels. Finally, she I did her shoes but found she was too short to reach the cupboards now. “Fuck sake.” Is What Laura wanted to say, but in reality her slurred, drunken speech blurred a mixture of mumbles and groans as she stomped out of the kitchen into the hardwood hallway.
Angela had finally stood up and was stood in fear and bemusement... The giant, moaning, slurring creature was Christian’s sister Lauren! “Oh! Thank God!” Angela yelled excitedly as she ran towards the giant, being too caught up in her elation to realise the size difference as Lauren’s manicured bare feet stomped into view... “Oh Jesus fuck no!!!” Angela wailed as she immediately turned to sprint away, the monstrous feet nearing ever closer before *stomp*... Angela’s world turned pitch black... ‘Am... I... Dead?’ Angela thought to herself in the void before laughing to herself manically, if she was dead how could she think?! It was only when the booming voice of Lauren above confirmed her fears...
“Ow! Fuck me sideways!” Lauren blurted our upon stepping her foot down . She hopped and bent over to pat her feet, checking for splinters. Unwittingly lifting Angela up to her face but barely seeing her... “hmmph.” Lauren scoffed as she continued to lurch towards the bathroom. Pushing harshly on the door and almost falling through it. She stumbles to the front of the sink. Standing on a fluffy bath mat. She scrapes her feet against it, massaging it slightly before staring in disgust at the mirror. He face was covered in smeared lipstick and some kind of white liquid... She quickly dabs it with a finger and licks it off. “Eww... What a mess, I gotta get sorted before Mom finds out.”
Below on Lauren’s sole, Angela was panting heavily... She had endured intense pressure against hardwood flooring, yet didn’t feel any lasting damage. “Maybe I’m super strong now or something?” Angela tried to reason with herself before she was scraped against a soft, fluffy surface. This didn’t bother the tiny too much, it proved to be an annoyance as she kept sneezing after every scrape... Angela closed her eyes and hoped that this would end soon...
Lauren had finished her examination and concluded that she needed a bath. She steadied herself on the sink and leant onto the taps to twist and pull them, allowing a stream of thick water to pound against the bathtub. Lauren then leans over further to plug the bath, letting the water rise quickly. Watching over the bath, Lauren began to strip out of her tight dress, first reaching behind her to unzip down to her ass. The sound of zips excited Lauren, it was a message of good times ahead. At least in her experience with men and women at parties. For Angela it would become hell on Earth...
Lauren pulled the skimpy dress down her smooth chest and stomach, the motion was as smooth as a knife though butter. Eventually reaching her lower legs so she could hop out of it. Unbeknownst to her, Angela had just been ejected from the bottom of her feet...
Angela was suddenly thrust from the fleshy surface. Closing her eyes as her body went under severe G-forces towards Lauren’s discarded dress. She landed and tumbled horribly, her form getting tangled in a mix of fabric that smelled of booze and sweat. She finally opened her eyes to see an odd sight, Lauren’s bulbous ass suspended in the air, casting the perilous tiny in absolute darkness...
Lauren stood admiring her figure in the mirror, her plump, perky breasts were held captive by a tight-fitted dark blue bra which she happily snapped off. Letting her breasts jiggle playfully from the force. The sudden exposure to the air made her nipples stand to attention. She smiled while gently sticking her fingers into the head of her blue panties. Slowly sliding them down her legs, exposing a well trimmed bush of black pubic hairs. She stands and poses arrogantly before leaning over to turn the taps off her finished bath...
Angela had found herself buried under Lauren’s discarded panties. Her stomach churned under the stench of her sex, it had clearly been used multiple times and the stains on its innards clearly dictated this. Angela struggles to break free but couldn’t as she heard more booming footsteps around her...
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