The Babysitter
"Well, there's no where to go but up," Sam said, gazing upon the once-tiny toes of the giant kid.
His feet were enormous. Scaling the foot was like climbing a building, except this building was sweaty, smelly, slippery, and made of skin. Sam pulled himself up to Jacob's heel, and then rose to to top of his big toe, mustering the courage to stand up on top of it. "Well, I'll probably never get another opportunity to climb someone's foot..." Sam thought. "Why not take it all in?"
Sam was a little nearsighted, and he'd lost his glasses when his body shrunk, not to mention the fact the the boy's body stretched out for a mile, maybe more. But as the tiny teen looked out and the snoozing kid, his head was too far away to make out. It was like a blurry camera lens. Sam could see clearly at the journey before him: from the thick ankle, to the long and slender shin, and up to the boy's knee. What lay beyond--everything past his knee--was hard to see.
Looking to his right, Sam gasped. There was a tall, fleshy structure next to him, coming closer. He ducked out of the way as right footy's best friend, the left foot, came crashing into righty. A small, sleepy movement for Jacob was an earthquake for Sam. The giant boy crossed his legs, causing Sam to take a tumble.
A terrifying moment of free fall later, the tiny teen was stuck. Stuck in between a soft place and... another soft place.
Sam was trying to look on the bright side of being stuck between two toes. Except there was none. He wriggled his body around to no avail. And the stench was rotten. It smelled like forgotten food and crushed ants and dirty socks. The walls around him felt alive. He could feel the warmth and the blood flow around him, like a warm fleshy hug.
What's worse, Sam was actually slipping. He felt gravity pulling his body down farther into the crease. He was disoriented after his fall, but he had enough direction to realize which way down was. And because of the way his foot was angled, if Sam fell, he might fall all the way down, off of Jacob.
He frantically started pulling and writhing in the warm crevasse. He got one arm up to high ground, then another hand, then two full arms, then his head. Getting his shoulders out was the hard part. He slipped his shoulders out from between the toes not-so-graciously. After that, his stomach and legs came out cleanly. He sat on the top of Jacob's foot, panting.
He heard the boy snoring off in the distance.
Sam sighed and sat up. He jumped down and slid down the top of Jacob's foot. Sam got to the bottom and was propelled to his feet. He chuckled. "This is kind of... awesome," the shrunken teenager exclaimed. He felt all tingly inside, like he was free to do whatever he wanted.
He snapped back to reality. He had somehow gotten tiny by divine intervention, and now getting Jacob's attention was crucial to his survival.
He started walking along the giant boy's ankle. Walking on skin was unlike anything Sam had ever experienced. Somewhere in between a trampoline and grass, and undeniably warm, like stepping on heated flooring. Jacob was a little too young to have hairy legs--Sam was thankful for that--but the boy's shin was covered in these tiny thin hairs. They came up to Sam's ankle.
Jacob's kneecap was a small hill. Sam climbed up the frontside of it and came down the backside. He continued walking on the squishy ground, stopping when he reached the boy's giant soccer shorts. There was a large crease in the polyester, through which Sam could unfortunately gaze upon Jacob's mammoth tighty-whities. He averted his eyes and hopped up the the top of his shorts.
If walking on skin was weird, then walking on polyester shorts was even weirder. He had to make sure his feet wouldn't get caught in the folds an creases of the plastic weave. After he reached the end of his thigh, Sam hopped off the plastic waistband.
His feet were enormous. Scaling the foot was like climbing a building, except this building was sweaty, smelly, slippery, and made of skin. Sam pulled himself up to Jacob's heel, and then rose to to top of his big toe, mustering the courage to stand up on top of it. "Well, I'll probably never get another opportunity to climb someone's foot..." Sam thought. "Why not take it all in?"
Sam was a little nearsighted, and he'd lost his glasses when his body shrunk, not to mention the fact the the boy's body stretched out for a mile, maybe more. But as the tiny teen looked out and the snoozing kid, his head was too far away to make out. It was like a blurry camera lens. Sam could see clearly at the journey before him: from the thick ankle, to the long and slender shin, and up to the boy's knee. What lay beyond--everything past his knee--was hard to see.
Looking to his right, Sam gasped. There was a tall, fleshy structure next to him, coming closer. He ducked out of the way as right footy's best friend, the left foot, came crashing into righty. A small, sleepy movement for Jacob was an earthquake for Sam. The giant boy crossed his legs, causing Sam to take a tumble.
A terrifying moment of free fall later, the tiny teen was stuck. Stuck in between a soft place and... another soft place.
Sam was trying to look on the bright side of being stuck between two toes. Except there was none. He wriggled his body around to no avail. And the stench was rotten. It smelled like forgotten food and crushed ants and dirty socks. The walls around him felt alive. He could feel the warmth and the blood flow around him, like a warm fleshy hug.
What's worse, Sam was actually slipping. He felt gravity pulling his body down farther into the crease. He was disoriented after his fall, but he had enough direction to realize which way down was. And because of the way his foot was angled, if Sam fell, he might fall all the way down, off of Jacob.
He frantically started pulling and writhing in the warm crevasse. He got one arm up to high ground, then another hand, then two full arms, then his head. Getting his shoulders out was the hard part. He slipped his shoulders out from between the toes not-so-graciously. After that, his stomach and legs came out cleanly. He sat on the top of Jacob's foot, panting.
He heard the boy snoring off in the distance.
Sam sighed and sat up. He jumped down and slid down the top of Jacob's foot. Sam got to the bottom and was propelled to his feet. He chuckled. "This is kind of... awesome," the shrunken teenager exclaimed. He felt all tingly inside, like he was free to do whatever he wanted.
He snapped back to reality. He had somehow gotten tiny by divine intervention, and now getting Jacob's attention was crucial to his survival.
He started walking along the giant boy's ankle. Walking on skin was unlike anything Sam had ever experienced. Somewhere in between a trampoline and grass, and undeniably warm, like stepping on heated flooring. Jacob was a little too young to have hairy legs--Sam was thankful for that--but the boy's shin was covered in these tiny thin hairs. They came up to Sam's ankle.
Jacob's kneecap was a small hill. Sam climbed up the frontside of it and came down the backside. He continued walking on the squishy ground, stopping when he reached the boy's giant soccer shorts. There was a large crease in the polyester, through which Sam could unfortunately gaze upon Jacob's mammoth tighty-whities. He averted his eyes and hopped up the the top of his shorts.
If walking on skin was weird, then walking on polyester shorts was even weirder. He had to make sure his feet wouldn't get caught in the folds an creases of the plastic weave. After he reached the end of his thigh, Sam hopped off the plastic waistband.