Main Page/Shrunken Male Stories/A New Perspective/Kitchen/Forwards
From Giantess
[edit] Bad Move...
You hesitate for a split-second, trying to guess roughly where the foot will come down. After watching it impact the ground a first time, you make your decision - if you stay here, the foot will land right on top of you. Using your vast experience with situations like this, you choose to run forward, in the hope that the foot will pass harmlessly over you, letting you live at least a while longer.
You couldn't have been more wrong.
As the foot lifts up again, you immediately recognize your error - it begins to descend long before it has passed you up. You stop and try to correct your mistake, but it is far too late - the black flip-flop slams down on top of you, instantly bursting your tiny body into a mess of blood and guts. Anything that is recognizably human is then smeared along the sole as the foot slides slightly as it grips the ground. A few more steps, and you are no more.
Arienne picks up her phone off the side in the kitchen, and after a few minutes, walks back into the living room. Now back on warm carpet, she slips off her flip-flops and leaves them by the door, and slumps down onto the nearest sofa. Turning on the aging TV, she wonders what Beth is cooking tonight - whatever it is, it's going to be good.
You have died, and pretty early on, too. No worries though, you'll know better next time, and perhaps you've learnt something from all this.
