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It was another lazy Sunday afternoon and 17-year-old Tommy was sprawled out on the living room couch, idly flipping through TV channels. His step-sister Tina was lounging on the recliner, her long legs draped over the armrest as she painted her toenails neon pink. Classmates and friends were over again for their weekly hangout.

Suddenly, a cold breeze blew through the room and a shimmering light enveloped Tommy. He looked down and gasped in shock as he felt himself rapidly shrinking, his body compressing down to the size of a mouse! In seconds, he had shrunk from 6'2" to under 2 inches tall.

Squeaking in terror, tiny Tommy scurried under the couch. From this new perspective, the room was cavernous and the furniture like skyscrapers. He peeked out and saw Tina's giant bare foot hovering inches away. She hadn't noticed him shrink.

The now-dwarfed teenager realized his usually meek step-sister would easily crush him like a bug if she discovered him in his shrunken state. His heart pounded as he watched her rise from the recliner, her stiletto sandals clicking across the hardwood floor.

Tina stretched and sauntered over to where her friends sat on the carpet. She stood over them with her back to Tommy, her sundress creeping up her thighs. The boys shrank back, their eyes wide, as the soles of her heels buried into the rug on either side of them.

"W-what's going on?" one of them stammered out. "Why is everything so big?"

"Ooh, fun!" Tina giggled, pressing the spiked balls of her feet together. "I like you tiny! It's cute!"

She lifted one foot and slowly lowered the sharp point of her heel. It hovered right over a boy's chest, dimpling his skin. He whimpered and tried to scurry away but found himself pinned in place by the other girls.

Tina flexed her toes experimentally and the boy screamed as the spike punctured his body, spearing him like a bug. With a sickening crunch, she pressed down, popping him like a ripe grape. A bloodstain seeped into the carpet.

The other boys wailed in horror. One tried to run but Tina's other foot came down, its spiked heel impaling him through the stomach. She ground her shoe, twisting until he went limp.

Tina chortled gleefully, admiring the gory smears on her soles. She had a foot fetish and loved feeling tiny squirming things under her feet.

Tiny Tommy watched from hiding, his step-sister's brutality seared into his mind. He knew he had to escape before she discovered him too.

Carefully, he scurried out while her attention was focused on the remaining citified boys. He ran full tilt, the enormous room seeming to stretch on forever. Finally he reached the front door and slipped out the crack between it and the frame.

Panting, he emerged in the front yard. The grass towered over him head and shoulders while garden gnomes loomed like colossi. He had to find help, and fast!

A wind whistled past and suddenly Tommy was wrenched off his feet and lifted into the air. He yelped in surprise before realizing he had been swept up in a gust of wind.

Weightless, he tumbled end over end until he rolled to a stop on a smooth surface. He looked around, his vision swimming, trying to get his bearings.

To his shock, he found himself on the pale, waxy skin of an enormous bare thigh. Curved and infinite, it stretched up and up to a slit of darkness between two colossal globes. He was wedged in his mother's vagina!

Tommy froze, his mind reeling. He knew he had to get out before he suffocated! He scurried frantically, pushing and shoving, but it was no use. The clenching flesh sealed him in, and the heat and humidity was unbearable. He shoved with all his might, screaming for help, but it was futile. He was trapped.

Irritatingly, his mother didn't even seem to notice. Her every movement sent Tommy tumbling. Her femine odor was overwhelming and the oppressive heat and moisture left him dizzy.

They arrived at a crowded mall and his mother, Mrs. Johnson, paused to adjust her skirt. Finally, a sliver of light! Tommy redoubled his efforts, battering at the slick walls. With a last mighty push, he squeezed out of the now gaping labia just as his mother squatted in front of an ATM.

"Whoops, there goes another tampon," she muttered, reaching down and snapping a fresh one in place. She stood, the crotch of her panties riding up and squishing Tommy under her doughy folds. He felt the damp fabric mold itself to his body as she walked, her thighs rubbing together and grinding him deeper into the swampy crevice.

He needed to escape the humid confines of his mother's vagina but had no leverage. The next time she paused at a railing, he made a break for it, squirming his way out of the clinging folds and dropping down.

He landed with a splash in a puddle of drool on his father's chin. Mr. Johnson was shrunk too, his head only slightly larger than Tommy's body. He looked frantically at his son.

"Tommy? Oh my god, is that you? What happened?"

Tommy opened his mouth to reply but his father's lips engulfed him, scooping the tiny teen into his mouth. He found himself sliding down a wet, undulating tunnel as the elder man swallowed reflexively.

Tommy slid down his father's gullet and plopped into his stomach which churned and groaned around him. The acid stung his skin and he felt himself shrinking even further, compacting down to the size of a gnat.

He buzzed frantically, his wings a blur, as he rose up the narrowing tube of his father's esophagus. With a final burst of effort, he shot out of Mr. Johnson's nose in a spray of snot.

Coughing and shaking, he found himself back in the mall food court. The tables were now the size of swimming pools, the chairs small buildings. His father stood nearby, tears in his eyes as he pressed a hand to the back of his nose.

A shadow fell over Tommy and he looked up to see his mother looming overhead, her face an impassive mask. She plucked him up by the arm, his feet dangling in the air.

"Got you, you little brat," she hissed. "Sneaking around, spying on your mother. I ought to make you pay for that."

Tommy squirmed helplessly in her iron grip as she lifted him to her mouth and popped him onto her tongue. She rolled him around, her saliva stinging his shrunken body as she savored his struggles.

Mrs. Johnson sucked air through her teeth, drawing the tiny teen in deep. He buzzed frantically, his wings beating in the cavern of her mouth. Her throat undulated around him as she swallowed.

Tommy bounced down her trachea, squeezing through the narrow passage. He plummeted into her stomach and landed with a splash in the churning acid. The caustic juices ate at his skin as he burned and dissolved...

When Tommy awoke some time later, he found himself lodged in the crack of a leather couch cushion. The living room was just as he remembered it. Had it all been a dream?

Suddenly, a terrified scream rang out from under the coffee table.

"Help, help!" a tinny voice wailed.

Tommy scrambled to his feet, his head spinning. A tiny figure darted out from under the furniture - it was his friend Mike, shrunk down to inches tall just like Tommy had been in his dream!

"What's going on?" Tommy gasped. "Did we get hit by some shrink ray or something?"

"I don't know," Mike whimpered. "But Tina discovered me first. She... she crushed the others. It was awful!"

As if summoned, Tina's voice boomed from above. "Mmm, I could still taste your friends' delicious crunch under my soles. Too bad you got away, Tommy. But now that I've found you..."

A skyscraper of pale flesh filled Tommy's view as Tina's foot descended. He looked up the endless curve of her calf, the slope of her shin, the jut of her ankle. The pointed tip of her stiletto spike glittered in the light.

Tina bore down, her toes curling as she drove the razor point into Mike's chest. He wailed in agony, his body convulsing as the spike pierced his heart. With a sickening CRUNCH, she ground her foot, crushing him to pulp.

"Oopsie," Tina giggled, lifting her shoe. Mike's lifeless husk clung to the bottom, his features indistinguishable. "Guess I got him too."

Tommy cowered back, realization dawning. It hadn't been a dream at all. The world had changed and he was still tiny! His sister was a murderous fiend drunk on her new power.

He had to escape, but where could he hide? The room was a maze of perilous crevices and angles. And any second Tina's nailed foot might come crashing down to annihiliate him...

As he looked around desperately, he noticed the TV still on, the documentary about shrunken people playing. A title card appeared on screen and Tommy's eyes widened as he read it:

"Coming up next on 'The Shrinking Channel' - 'Tiny Town', the smash hit new series where the women rule and men are but toys beneath their feet! And an exclusive interview with Dr. Susan Shrink about her amazing growth and miniaturization technology that's changing the world!"