This choice: See if you can get her to sweep the floor as you make your way to the trashcan. • Go Back...Chapter #7What a Mess by: Dread   You definitely aren't getting any closer to the giantess, that's for sure. Her toes completely dwarf you at this point as they are large enough to seemingly crush buildings with ease, nevertheless your tiny body. You are pretty sure you could even stick your hands in the ridges between her toeprints and climb up one of her toes like it's a rock wall at this point. Just a small tap of her foot as she continues talking on the phone and you are stumbling like an inebriated vagrant as the ground trembles and powdery dust that coats the kitchen floor is puffed into the air momentarily before setting back down only to be knocked up again. The giantess stomps onto the ground without even looking down as she makes a point and lets out a bellowing laugh that echoes through the kitchen. You are knocked to the ground from the stomp and the displaced air from under her feet nearly blows you and similar-sized crumbs away.
Nope. You aren't getting any closer to her. But she can still be useful to you. You just have to get her to notice the messy floor and when she sweeps you will get into the trashcan.
You look at what you can chuck at her. There are numerous cookie crumbs that undoubtedly descended from Lexi's mouth before shattering onto the ground and then becoming crushed even smaller under her feet. These crumbs ranged from house sized to boulder-sized to rock sized. You would ideally like to throw the lone gummy bear from under the table, but it is like a small multi-storied city building at this point as you have only continued to get smaller. You settle for grabbing some cookie crumbs and chuck them as hard as you can. You watch as the crumb breaks against the calloused sole on the bottom of her foot as if hit a break wall. No reaction. You grab a stale bread crumb and do the same thing but the crumb lands closer to the top of her foot this time. Another cookie crumb is aimed and fired just between the bottom of the giantess's foot and top area. You pick up a chunk of sea salt and chuck that as well. Soon you are rapid firing crumbs that give you limitless ammo.
First, Rachel uses her other colossal foot to hover over the one you are bombarding with the crumb artillery. She uses her long toes to descend onto the general area you are hitting and curls her toes to use her long red-painted nails to scrape off some of crumbs resting off of the top of her foot and some layers of dry skin. The foot used to scratch her "itch" then crashes onto the floor with a powerful and thunderous impact which knocks you off your feet. You don't stay down long as you get right back up and fast pitch more crumbs at her resting foot.
"What the fuck!" Growls an aggravated voice with a powerful echo that forces you to cover your ears. "I feel like I'm getting bitten by fleas or something!"
From above, you see that Rachel has leaned her upper body down to get a closer look at the floor. Her face looms high above to cover artificial light as she scans the floor and her eyes seem to meet your own. Your stomach drops as you realize she might mistake you for the "flea" biting her instead of seeing you as her boyfriend's son and helping you! Fortunately, her eyes look elsewhere as you are indiscernible from the copious crumbs and debris scattered about the kitchen floor, particularly around the table. It doesn't help that you are standing up straight and she is looking from above with a bird eye's view which gives you a lower human or even bug looking profile for her eyes to interpret worth a second look.
Rachel turns her attention back to her friend on the phone. "Okay, no rush. I guess I'll just get some cleaning done, my kitchen is filthy right now... Mhmm, I wish we could afford one... Maybe when I win the lottery or divorce him for alimony after he gives me my ring! Ahahaha, love ya, girl, buh-bye!"
Rachel hangs up her cellphone and then lets out a sigh as she rises up from the chair. Your jaw drops as your struggle to take in her full height as her face looms seemingly up to space while her shins would be equivalent to the heavens in height! You really are getting tiny now! Rachel stretches her curvaceous body, making her seem even more imposing as her cracking bones shatter the air like thunder in a Spring storm. Rachel flexes her toes which rise up and then drop down to crush a row of crumbs into fine dust that simultaneously lines the floor and the sole of her feet.
You cower with your back pressed against the table leg as Rachel's massive foot crashes in front of you. Even several hundred feet away, you have to turn your head both ways to catch the full length of the enormous appendage. The air displaced from the footstep keeps you pinned against the table leg as you can smell a mixture of faint lotion and feet mixed together. Rachel continues to walk to the other side of the kitchen counter, causing you to lose visibility of her as only her booming feet crashing into the floor and slapping against the hardened ground lets you know she's still here. The quaking floor increasing with intensity lets you know she is returning as you can only see her feet and legs from under the table along with the blue boom with black bristles that hovers just over the floor.
BAM!
A large blue object falls onto the ground unexpectantly causing you to nearly wet yourself! The dustpan that Rachel dropped before she starts walking to the other side of the kitchen table. You still can only make out her feet and legs but also see the black bristles of the broom make contact with the floor and create a sickening scraping sound as you watch a flood of crumbs get rolled up and a plume of smoke-like dust that would be invisible at normal size gets blown high in the sky, all the way to Rachel's ankles.
With Rachel at the other side of the table and the dustpan closer to your side, now is your chance to get to the dustpan! You fear that if you are in the way of the broom, the bristles will cut your body into pieces as you aren't nearly as durable as hardened crumbs or even bugs with exoskeletons. You are mushy and highly vulnerable flesh. You sprint to the dustpan, but you are barely closing distance as Rachel's booming footsteps send you occasionally slowing to a stumble to avoid tripping and falling. You keep persisting though and soon you feel you are getting close when you really feel the ground trembling so hard you have to stop and brace yourself in order for your knees not to buckle and shatter from the force!
A dark shade covers you and you look up to see a ginormous, dirty sole looming above like an approaching falling planet that you know is coming but you can do nothing about! Rachel's foot was already slightly dirty from being on her porch barefoot to smoke a cigarette while talking on the phone before coming inside to pour some wine, but now her foot is indented with a myriad of crumbs. At normal size it wouldn't be egregious but ever y detail is amplified with your decreasing stature. Soon you are making out the lines and crevices of the wrinkly sole as you scream at the foot seemingly falling in slow motion but actually falling with breakneck speed!
BOOM!
Everything is black and the smell of Rachel's feet and lotion create a not overly but still nevertheless unpleasant aroma. Your screams echo through the dark which makes you realize you aren't being pinned and flattened by her foot, which means...
Light fills your vision as you see Rachel's toes ascend above and then the rest of her foot. It confirms that you were tiny enough to fit between two of her toes as she then steps back and gives you a view of her blurry upper body before she moves her broom bristles to hover from above! You begin rushing to the dustpan again as fast as possible, not walking to be skewered or cut in pieces by the broom as you hear the scraping against the kitchen floor getting louder and feel displaced air behind you becoming more powerful! You are getting so close to the dustpan with tears raining down your cheeks as you can practically feel the bristles of the broom at your back before you are lifted off your feet by hurricane-like winds! Debris pelts you and batters you like you are getting executed by a public stoning as you slide across the inside of the dustpan along with the rest of the tiny and some not-so-tiny crumbs that Rachel casually sweeps into the dustpan.
You feel your stomach lurch and your body is pinned onto the dustpan "ground" as Rachel lifts it up. You are closer to her face than ever before, and you almost wish she would just see you but to her you are only one of the smallest of the crumbs and only bigger than the dust she inadvertently accumulated in her sweeping. Rachel's footsteps send you and the crumbs dancing and thrashing about as you bump into the building-sized gummy bear and then into a piece of a cheerio. Then the surface you are on tilts forward and you slowly see that instead of Rachel's face your view ahead is a maw-like trashcan! You try to hang onto anything as you fall down thousands of feet if not miles into the trashcan which isn't very full but may as well be at your tiny size!
BOING!
You land on a bouncy surface that flings you onto the air before you land back on the soft surface again and settle down. You see it is none other than the building-sized gummy bear. You are pelted with more crumbs as you look up to see the dustpan poor the last of the dust away before it hovers away leaving you with only the ray of light from above in the shaded environment. You hear and feel Rachel's powerful footsteps get weaker. The smell is putrid as you walk among a brown banana peel that could fit a city at one side and Rachel's disgusting spaghetti leftovers that no one ate on the other. You are knee deep in a brackish liquid that is a mixture of who knows what. Lying on a floating spagetti noodle the size of a monster squid arm is a metallic device...
The size remote!
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