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Mistaken For a Toy
🕑 Added 2022-12-16 18:53:10 +0000 UTCI was in my living room watching some tv when a crazy thunderstorm seemed to show up out of nowhere. Their was lightning and hail and super strong winds. There was a bright flash of light followed by a loud crack of thunder, then the whole house went dark. It was pitch black when I stood up to get a flashlight, but then there was another flash of light and crack of thunder and the power was back on. But as I looked around I was horrified at where I was. I was still in my living room, but I was standing less than an inch tall. Moments later my wife, Ruby, returned home from work. She opened the door and I noticed that there wasn't so much as a cloud in the sky. There was no sign that the storm ever happened as a gust of hot summer air blew in. "Hello?" she bellowed, "Shane, you home?" I tried jumping and waving but went unnoticed. "He just left everything on.." Ruby mumbled in an irritated voice. She kicked off her sneakers revealing her now giant bare feet. The second she took her shoe's off, the strong scent of her feet flooded the room. Normally I would absolutely love it, that's why she does it, but at this size it was the most fould thing I had ever smelt in my life! "Well if he's not home I guess I can record that video quick." She said as she walked off towards the bedroom. She models as a giantess on instagram and often gets requests for custom videos. I figured that was what she must have been talking about. When she came back out of the bedroom she was carrying her little back of tiny man toys that she uses for her photo shoots. As got closer I started jumping up and down waving and yelling trying to get her attention. Her last step, her toe hit me dead in the chest and sent me flying. I was on my back looking up at her when I saw her look down at me. I tried to move to make sure she saw me, but was too winded at the moment. "Oops," she said, "I guess I left one out here last time." Oh no! She mistook me for one of her toys. She knelt down, and I thought she was going to pick me up, but I couldn't be so lucky. She had her bag of toys open in her hand which she started to tip directly overhead. I quickly scrambled to my feet to avoid getting buried, but by the time I got to my feet they were already falling down all around me. I put my hands up to sheild myself, but it did little good. I was knocked over by falling tinies, and partially buried beneath them. I managed to get them all off me just in time to see my wife's giant foot coming down on top of me. I found myself directly under her toes as she stopped for a second to snap a few pics with her phone. The smell was atrocious! I tried to scramble to get free but just then her toes came down pinning me in place. She hit the record button on her phone and got a video of her grinding all of us into the floor with her massive foot. I don't know what was worse, the crushing pain, or the nauseating smell of her hot sweaty foot. I spent a good ten to fifteen minutes getting trampled with the rest of her toys as she took several photos and videos. When she finished up, she collected all her toys, myself included and deposited us into one hand. I tried to move around to get her to notice me, but the tinys on top of me prevented me from doing so. next thing I know I find myself upside down as she tipped her hand and started dumping us into the empty bag. When she was done she sealed it up and brought it up to eye level for a moment, smiling. She had been doing this for a little while now and was really growing to love the whole giantess role. I tried banging the side of the bag to get her attention, but as quickly as she raised the bag up, it was just as quick to go back down to her side as she walked back to the bedroom. I fought like hell to shake the bag or do something, anything, that might get her attention. Finally she got to her dresser. It was now or never. I thrashed around like a madman. I could see her pile of underwear below me as she opened her drawer. With a light toss I felt myself going down. We landed softly in her underwear drawer and I watched in fear as the drawer slid back shut. I was trapped. At least until the next time she takes the toys out. Hopefully she notices me next time...
To be continued?
