James, Loved and Forgotten (RMRS)

James was your average lower 20’s male, he lived in a house that he shared with three other roommates, Eliza a mid-20s goth girl who always teased him and was considered ‘one of the bois’, Jacob his older brother who he always looked up to, and Mike his best friend and co-worker. James more often than not couldn’t manage his money well, having to have the others cover his portion of the rent, constantly reassuring them that he would totally pay them back. So when James had suddenly vanished one day near rent time, they had assumed he was just trying to get out of paying it and would probably come back after with some excuse or another, after all it would be the first time he had done something like this. However what none of the three friends would have ever guessed was that poor James had caught a rather severe case of RMRS (Rapid Matter Reduction Syndrome), and because of this was shrunk down to only half an inch tall barely even looking like an ant to the naked eye.

It all started on June 21st, James woke up in bed into an ocean of fabric and cloth expanding out as far as the eye could see all the way to a sudden drop off the side onto the floor. James had been keeping an eye on the news about RMRS so he knew exactly what happened but could only hope it was a dream at this point, however much to his dismay it is quickly proven to be all too real as his door suddenly swings open and his brother Jacob walks in looking slightly annoyed, “James?” He asks his voice booming through the room sounding almost like he was speaking through stadium speakers. James recoils slightly at the sudden loud noise but looks up to his brother and shouts, “I’m down here! Jacob!” His tiny voice squeaking at a frequency completely inaudible to his now giant brother. After a few moments of looking around Jacob sits down on the bed shaking his head wondering what he could have done to make his brother a little bit smarter with his money. This simple action from the giant caused cataclysmic results for the now tiny James who was suddenly launched upward from the impact and propelled towards the ground smacking with a soft and nearly inaudible thud like a crumb falling to the floor. While his body remained intact the tiny did feel like he just got hit by a bus the wind knocked from his lungs he writhes around on the hardwood flooring trying to catch his breath as he does so, all the while his big big brother stands up and begins to walk out of the room his socked feet slamming hard into the ground as he does, heel to toe, heel to toe, all the way moving towards the tiny the thud of his heels hitting the ground nearly shaking the tiny's world as the ball of the giants foot slaps down shortly after sending gusts of wind forward. James struggles to his feet in an attempt to avoid the giants path luckily for him he doesn’t have to try hard as one step too close on the giants behalf sends a gust of wind which propels the tiny once more towards a wall whereupon he smacks against it and falls downward into the floor vent. Falling into the metal frame of the vent he begins to cough as the dust was disturbed by his relatively miniscule body, he stands up once more but isn’t given long on his feet before suddenly the air conditioning kicks on and his tiny body is once more taken into the air and thrown around he is pushed effortlessly through the metal compartments, his body slamming into the walls only abusing him more and more until suddenly he reaches another vent and is shot outward flying straight down onto the floor once again.

While flying with the wind and dust in his eyes he didn’t get a good glimpse at where he ended up, he rubs his eyes and rises to his feet and looks around only to see the purple lights and clouds hung up on the walls. He was never allowed into Eliza’s room, but he could take guesses from the rock posters and otherwise dark aesthetic where he had ended up. He stood up hoping she had already left for the morning unsure as to what time it was exactly, however unfortunately for him Eliza was a notoriously late sleeper often being considered the night-owl of the house so despite it being three in the afternoon Eliza’s alarm began to ring on her phone offering an ear shattering ringing noise to fill the tiny's ears he grasped so quickly at his head and closed his eyes from the pain that he didn’t even notice the pale girl sit up and swing her legs out of bed. Nor did he notice his positioning just at the edge of the bottom of her bed, her pale soles loomed overtop him and if it weren’t for the shadow that was cast upon his tiny form, he surely would have never opened his eyes and looked up in time to see her big toe falling down on top of him. Eliza was known to shower every other day and only at the end of the day so instantly James is met with a slight vinegar and cheese scent that fills his tiny nostrils, normally a faint and unnoticeable odor is nearly overwhelming for the tiny who is now plastered against the sticky and dry sweat covered toes of the pale giantess who unknowingly squeezes his body beneath her as she stands up fully; even just the weight that is transferred unto the tiny by her big toe feels excruciating to James who feels the air once more pressed from his lungs forcing him to open his mouth to gasp only to have the salty skin of the girls foot force its way into James’ welcoming mouth. As she walks James is unable to once more close his mouth being forces to suck to the best of his ability on the ridge of Eliza’s toe print, each step James feels a moment of relief before once again being pressed firmly into her cold and soft skin. After walking shortly around her room James feels relief once more as she takes a seat on her bed again and eases the pressure off her foot, a gust of wind is felt across his back and he is able to pull his face free from her toe-pad to get a glimpse of his giantess house-mates face he tries to yell something up to her but is suddenly interrupted by a black cloth being pulled over top him; his horror is fully realized as he knows she only wears her straight black socks when she wears her strapped platform boots the same boots that can be smelt across the house after she gets home and takes them off after a day of wearing them. As the sock is pulled over her foot tiny James feels his body grabbed and pulled by the sock spinning and rubbing his tiny self against the sole of her foot and stopping just underneath the arch, its at this point he tries his best to be noticed slamming his hands into the soft pale skin but not so much as a flex of her toes is called in response. He struggles more scratching at her foot with his nails which only is met with a gentle flexing catching one of his arms in the wrinkles of his foot almost feeling like it is going to snap with the pressure he quickly stops and waits for her to relax once more… Out of shear desperation as he feels her leg once again swinging he reaches up and begins to bite at the skin tasting a mixture of dust and dirt along with sweat from the bottom of her foot but much to his dismay once more there is no reaction. A few moments later he feels the pressure once again on top of him though a little more evenly distributed across his body from the new position, and then a moment later what light did peer through the black fabric is quickly extinguished as it slides into the boot, James’ new prison. The scent instantly assaults his nose, it was the same old vinegar smell he had been subjected to all this time except far worse as though the insole was still wet and soaked with her sweat and odor. His final fate is sealed as he hears a long zip followed by the light jingling of the straps being fiddled with as she tightens the boot on probably to stay on for the rest of the day. James feels his back pressed against the insole which pushes his body more into the already warming sole of the giantess, it doesn’t take long at all before a combination of his own and her sweat begins to cover the tiny's body.

Eliza continues on her day completely unaware of her tiny prisoner, she goes to her school, and works her job, even going to a club and spending most of the night there getting slightly wasted she manages to find her way home and crashes in bed not even bothering to remove her boots or socks. The three of the remaining housemates discuss what could have happened to James and even contact the police, but due to the shrinking pandemic most missing persons cases are simply labeled as a lost cause. James spends most of his time inside of Eliza’s socks or boots still trying his best to become noticed by any of his old housemates whenever he does escape her, he only finds his way underfoot or in worse areas from the other two men in the house, so he has done his best to solely get the attention of Eliza to avoid any more unaware punishment underneath the meaty soles of his brother or Mike. After months of surviving almost entirely underfoot and like a bug in his house the others eventually find another housemate and James is eventually forgotten, nothing more then a memory to the others as in reality he is forced to deal with constant abuse and neglect.