Bus Stop

I was at the bus stop, standing next to this beautiful girl when I began to feel nauseous. I double over in pain as the nausea intesified.

"Oh my God!" The girl said. "I've seen this before. I think you might have the shrinking virus! Hopefully no one shows up before you shrink!"

"What!?" I asked, confused at her statement. "Why-"

Before I had a chance to finish my question, an intense dizzying sensation washed over me. I was about to ask for help when I had this intense sense of falling. By the time the falling sensation stopped, all the pain and nausea were gone. I rubbed my eyes, trying to push away the dizzying feeling. By the time I opened my eyes and was able to see straight, the sight before me was quite horrifying.

I had shrunken down to just a few inches, and there before me were two giant, flip flop clad feet. The feet of the girl who had just commented about me having the shrinking virus. I looked up at her in hopes that she would help me. She took a quick Look around and then grinned at me. I don’t know what exactly it was, but there was something sinister about that smile. Seeing that no one was around to witness what happened next, she removed one of her flip flops and raised her foot high above me.

From my view, I could see all the dirt and debris that had stuck to her hot sweaty foot as she walked around all day in flip flops. I now feared the inevitable. I knew I was about to die as her foot came crashing down at break neck speed. It felt as though an entire skyscraper had fallen down on top of me, pinning me to the ground. I was shocked to find that I didn’t crumble to dust under the pressure, although the pain that was shooting through my body was making me wish that I had.

I don’t know if she knew I was still alive, but she lifted her foot back up, taking me along with it, and slid it back into her flip flop. She showed no mercy, or even interest in that matter, as she went about her day. Her foot had stank something fierce, and being pinned between her filthy foot and dirty flip flop made it the smell intolerable, especially with my new found size.

It was a hot day out, and as the day progressed her feet continued to ooze out a constant flow of horrid smelling sweat. At no point did she remove her foot from her flip flop while she was out, probably to ensure that no one saw me stuck there. Once she got home however, she immediately removed them to check on me.

“Wow,” she said, “I can’t believe you survived being trampled under my giant foot all day. I honestly expected to see a bloody mess of nothingness stuck to my foot, but this is definitely sooo much better. We’re going to have a lot of fun together little guy.”

She peeled me off her foot and dropped me carelessly onto a desk. She took a minute to inspect me in curiosity before leaning back in her chair and propping her feet up next to me.

“If you haven’t already figured it out by now,” she said, “you belong to me now. Tiny’s have no rights, so don’t think anyone will be coming to save you! Anyways, I think the perfect way to break in my new pet would be to have you lick my feet clean. Here, I’ll even brush off the dirt and shit.”

She lifted her feet and wiped her hands across them, sending a myriad of dirt, dust, and debris to the floor. She then placed her feet back in front of me.

“Ok,” she said pointing at them, “you can start anytime.”

“Fuck you, you crazy bitch,” I said in response, with an added middle finger. “There’s no way I’m licking those nasty things! I just spent the entire day under them, they reek to high hell, and there’s no way that I’m trying to find out how they taste!”

“Oh really!? So spending the day under my foot hasn’t taught you how insignificant you are? Do you not realize all the power that I hold over you? Well alright then, I guess maybe a little more time under my foot should show you exactly what your situation is.”

With a quick swipe of her hand across the desk, I was flung helplessly to the floor. She got up and towered over me.

“See how easy that was?” She asked. “You’re not a big strong man anymore. You’re more like a lowlife bug whose only purpose now is to entertain me!”

Once again she raised her foot up high above me. However, this time when she stomped on me, she stomped over and over, pummeling me mercilessly. When she stopped, I felt a sudden shift as all her weight was being forced down on just this one foot.

“How’s it going down there?” She asked with a giggle. “Have you learned your place yet?”

She sat down and began to rub her feet together, slowly peeling me free. When I dropped to the ground, she kept her feet partially together above me.

“Are you ready to serve me yet?” She asked.

This time I didn’t respond, I just laid there, too shocked and scared to move beyond cowering in fear. She stood up once again.

“Ugh, you’re completely useless.” She told me

She walked off into the kitchen and came back carrying a beer. She traversed what, to me, was a great distance, in a matter of seconds. Even if I tried to run, I had no time to make it anywhere safe at my size. She sat down, once again placing her feet next to me. Only this time, instead of demanding that I lick her feet, she plucked me up and shoved me into her open beer. It was freezing cold, and I tried to claw my way out, but there was no escaping this bottle. She giggled.

“Look at how pathetic you are!” She said as her giggle turned to a laugh. “Trapped in some girls beer. Not feeling very manly anymore, are you? So here’s the new deal. I’m going to drink this beer, and if you can manage to stay in the bottle until I finish it, I’ll let you out and give you one last chance to worship my feet like the goddess I am. However, If you end up in my mouth, you won’t be coming back out. At least not this end!”

She laughed hysterically at herself

“Could you imagine!? You would be like, I living log of shit that gets flushed without a care down into the rest of the sewage right where you belong!”

She laughed some more to herself and then continued to go about her day, occasionally sipping more and more beer out of the bottle. Every time she went for a sip, I swam like crazy to avoid ending up in her mouth. I had done so well that the beer ended up dwindling down to a point where I could finally stand, instead of having to fight to constantly tread water.

Then came the last sip. She tipped the bottle completely upside down and poured the remaining beer into her mouth. I tried to fight it, I even tried to clog the opening, but the glass was too slick and I was too small. There was no escaping this, I was going into her mouth. When I entered her mouth I hit her tongue, which then pinned me to the roof up her mouth.

I thought she was going to have one last comment, one last jab before swallowing me down, but I guess she just wanted to take a second to savor the moment. Still keeping me pinned to the roof of her mouth she began to slide her tongue back. I could feel the world around me shift as she tilted her head back. Her tongue released me and her esophagus grabbed hold. And down I went. Reuniting with the beer from the bottle and finding myself in a whole new world of hell.

Now, trapped in her stomach, I knew there was only one way out, and it wasn’t going to be pleasant. Her words crossed through my mind one more time, “living log of shit..” I knew soon enough, that was exactly what I would become…