You thanked the heavens the painful ride was over as you also flew through the air, the shoes landing in a clump beside on another before being sealed in darkness as the closet was shut.
You felt the distant footsteps of the mystery girl trod off, and you went right to work at reforming your original shape. While the beat-down had been severe, thankfully it wasn't too long, allowing you to pop right back into form in a matter of minutes. You took a second to spit the horrid taste of foot residue from your mouth, and wipe some grungy sock residue off yourself, before climbing your way out of the overturned shoe.
It didn't take a genius to know you were in a shoe closet, the potent aura of foot smog surrounding you as you could see dozens of worn down shoes cluttered in the small space. You shuddered as you knew this meant one thing, many owners. Being trapped in a complete strangers home was not something you'd expected when you woke up this morning, and worst of all, they had no idea they had a little intruder. Your head was already spinning imagining how you were going to explain this one, if given the opportunity.
Walking out under the crack of the door, you grimaced as you came upon carpet that was as thick and tall as you were, and you sighed knowing this was going to be quite a battle. Navigating the dense flooring was a total pain, something you were grateful your childhood home had little of, save for your mom's room; this house seemed filled with it though. As you left the closet and noticed there was no crack of any sort to fit under at the front door, you let out another exasperated sigh. You weren't going to get out of this easily.
You traveled in a few minutes past a kitchen and dining room into some kind of small hallway that you saw connected to the living room. You felt pretty uncomfortable trespassing in someones home like this, but you weren't sure what choice you had. Regardless, your heart was totally fluttering and went into overdrive when you felt the distinct pounding of footsteps coming right towards you.
With nowhere to hide, you stood there dumbly as a blonde-haired woman in her forties came into your view. She was holding a tan garment of some kind in her hand and was marching towards the couch, where you now suddenly noticed a brown haired woman was sitting with her back to you.
The woman walked right over you, but not before your draw nearly dropped as you witnessed her ludicrous curves. As she walked right over you in a very short sundress, gazing only for your safety of course, you got a thorough look at the wide bubble butt this blonde was carrying. You couldn't help but gulp as you saw it jiggle and bounce as she headed right past you, only able to thank your stars you hadn't been noticed, or worse trampled on, until after she was gone.
"Hey Jenn," you heard the curvy blonde call out, eliciting the attention of the brown-haired woman seated casually on the couch. As she turned her head, you instantly knew that had to be the mother of the runner that had brought you into this mess. "Do you know where Kaylan ran off to? I could really use her sewing expertise on my favorite pair of yogas. Look, a dumb, embarrassing hole right on the back!"
You truly were the definition of a fly on the wall as you observed the mother's response. "I think she went to take a bath like usual after her run. I'll bet she'll be done soon though, Bri."
The blonde, supposedly named Brianna, blew out a discontent groan as she let out her annoyance saying, "Ugh, but I've got class in like, less than an hour! Can't I just borrow some of yours, sis? The rest of mine are super dirty."
You raised your eyebrows as you learned this bombshell was related to the toned girl who had apparently headed upstairs to clean off. Jennifer quickly stopped her sister in her tracks though, telling the woman, "No freaking way! There's a reason those pants ripped, they were begging for mercy from your sweaty ass!"
A minor back and forth ensued, ending with the blonde slamming her foot, causing a minor tremor to nearly knock you over, before storming off. You couldn't help but bite your lip as she walked back towards you, giving you that same amazing up-skirt shot from before but--
The blonde's foot slammed down on you, leaving you flattened in her angry wake as she stormed off with now useless pants in tow. You were glad you weren't tagged along with the slick flesh of the mature woman's soles as she left, only taking a second to pop back up.
As you stood in the wide open space of the room however, you now had a new predicament. You now knew at least three women in this home, and you had no idea which to approach to get your story heard and a trip back to your peaceful apartment. Every second in this foreign home was making you more nervous, and you needed to make a decision fast!
1) You decide to go after Kaylan, she brought you in here after all and was closest to your age. All you had to do was navigate up the stairs, and hopefully you could catch her when her bath was done. Hopefully she's fully clothed and doesn't get the wrong idea though...you already knew her feet could do a real number on you.
2) You approach Jenn right on the couch. She's closest and probably a caring and considerate mother. It should be easy enough to get her attention, and she should help you if she has some affection for tinies!
3) Some mix of stupidity and desire take over your brain causing you to go after the blonde, Brianna. Hopefully you can catch her before her class though, hell if you're lucky maybe you two will even hit it off and you could join her! Hopefully those thoughts don't come back to bite you...
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