Chapter #7Little Laundry Losses by: Alina   “Welcome to your new home!” Demi said as she threw open to door to her apartment, depositing Jess on the counter of the kitchen as she dropped her bags and began getting out of her coat. Jess panicked as she began darting around the counter, looking for somewhere to hide from Demi before the giantess came back. Ducking behind a fruit bowl, Jess shivered as she felt the ground under her begin to rumble with Demi’s footsteps. As the thundering footfalls grew closer, Jess closed her eyes and waited for them to pass by.
BOOM!...BOOM!....BOOM!...BOOM!...
“I’m not playing games right now, get out, we have laundry to take care of,” Demi said, her normally cheerful tone gone as Jess shivered in fear.
“O-ok!” Jess said as she gave up on hiding and exited from behind the fruit bowl with her hands up over her head in resignation. As she stepped out from behind the bowl, Jess saw a shadow of something hanging over her head, slowly descending....
SLAM!
Demi’s hand smashed against the counter, right in front of Jess as the shrunken woman fell to the floor, pissing herself as she was crying hysterically, wanting to go home as Demi picked her up between her tremendous fingers. Jess’s cries turned into a high pitched squeak as Demi’s fingers began crushing her ribs between them, a tacit way of telling Jessica to shut up if she didn’t want to get into more trouble than she was already in with the giantess.
“If you try to hide from me again, the next time you’re going to be crushed, am I clear?” Demi said coldly as she looked at Jess. The tiny woman sniffled and nodded her head as Demi suddenly grew back into her normal smiling, bubbly self. Jess was still in tears as Demi lifted her up and began walking down a hallway, the lights still off. As the giantess zipped past doorways and stairwells, Jess felt like she was riding on a bullet-train, things blurring past her eyes faster than she could comprehend. The ride came to stop though as Demi opened a door and dropped Jess on the floor or a very plain, bright room. Looking around, Jess saw gigantic fabric bags looming over her like mountains before the tremendous alters of two incomprehensibly large white cubes….
BOOM! BAM! BABOOM!
Jess curled up in a ball as she thought the sky was falling on her. After a few seconds of silence, she opened her eyes to see that she now was surrounded by her own fortress… built entirely out of Demi’s footwear.
“That’s your punishment for trying to hide from me. You have to clean my sandals, those boots, and my gym sneakers while I do laundry. If you don’t finish before I get the last load in, you’re going to be in even bigger trouble…so get to it!” Demi said as she pointed to her tremendous, strappy sandals. Jess looked up at her blankly, wondering what she was meant to do with three pairs of tremendous shoes when she had almost gotten killed putting just a tiny shine on the tips of another pair of boots before! Demi just smiled down at her and then turned away, grabbing one of the mountains and putting it down as she tore it open and began removing a dizzying display of designer clothes for the wash. As the giantess walked away, Jess began running to the tremendous sandals that had been pointed to, jumping onto the flat landscape before slipping instantly on a small slick of too-well-worn leather. It was like a patch of ice as Jess crashed onto her ass and slid right into the towering thong of the sandal (http://pics.wikifeet.com/Demi-Lovato-Fee...). Groaning, Jess tried to get up, grabbing hold of the strap of the sandal, just to wretch and pull back, finding it covered in a small film of Demi’s sweat. Looking up at it, she saw that the light caught on the thong, making it glimmer as Jess understood her first task. Quickly, grabbing her shirt, Jess pulled it off and wrapped it around her hand, making it a washcloth as she began dragging it up and down the length of Demi’s sandal thong, trying to snatch up as much sweat as she could. Jess tried to catch onto it again, this time her hand holding onto the now cleaner patch of leather. Looking up at the long expanse of thong above her, Jess shivered…this was impossible!
BOOM!
Jess froze as Demi’s barefoot crashed down behind her, the familiar scent of sweat she had gotten used to on the sandal now wafting over her. Slowly turning around, Jess screamed as Demi’s foot slowly slid towards her, toes spreading, as Jess pressed herself against the thong of the sandal. Demi giggled as she squeezed Jess between her toes and pulled backwards, ripping her off of the sandal thong as she began to swing her foot over towards her boot (http://pics.wikifeet.com/Demi-Lovato-Fee...). Kicking over her boot, Demi released Jess, letting the tiny woman fall onto the rubber sole of her boot.
“Come on, chop-chop, get moving,” Demi said as she turned away again.
“Wait! I wasn’t done there yet!” Jess screamed as Demi paused and looked down at the sandals. Slowly bending over, Demi inspected the work Jess did and shook her head, clicking her tongue in disappointment.
“You’d better clean my boots better than this,” Demi said as she picked up her sandals and began striding back to the washing machine. Jess felt a nervous knot in her stomach as Demi strode away. She hadn’t been given enough time to even start the sandals and she was already being judged for them?! Terrified at what Demi would do if things didn’t go better for the boots, Jess ran to the edge and looked down at the channels of treads on the bottom of the titanic boots (http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/img-thing?.o...).
Jumping into one of the treads, Jess slammed down into a pebble that had been lodged in there, making it shake as it slightly jerked out of the rubber prison holding it in. Squeezing herself down between the rock and the roof of the tread, Jess pressed her legs into the pebble as best as she could, slowly inching it forward slowly until…
POP!
Screaming, Jess continued to plummet deeper into the treads of the boots, suddenly slamming into a clump of dirt wedged into the treads of her captors boot. Pushing herself up, Jess began brushing the mud off of her as she started thinking of a way to get this clump out of the boot treads. Pressing herself to the wall, Jess tried to do the same trick she used for the stone…with disastrous consequences.
SQUELCH!
Jess began screaming and pulling as her legs were sucked into the mud like Indiana Jones fell into quicksand. Struggling to get out, Jess could feel her body sinking in deeper as she began calling out for Demi to save her. It was no use; no one could hear her as the thick mud sucked in more of Jess every time she tried to pull herself out. Now stuck up to her thighs in the thick mud, Jess continued struggling in vain, her legs sucked in by the vacuum she was creating with her very struggles to survive.
“Demi! Please help me!” Jess screamed, hoping to God she’d be rescued.
“Are you really not done with this one too?!” Demi’s voice boomed as Jess turned to the side to see her bare feet tapping angrily. Despite the small tremors, Jess was never happier to see Demi as a massive finger scooped her out from underneath the treads of the boot.
“Demi! Please, I need more time to do-” Jess began, only to feel like she was hit with a wrecking ball one second later.
BAM!
Demi flicked the mud-caked Jess into her gym sneakers before walking away, annoyed with her little toy’s lack of progress (http://stealherstyle.net/wp-content/uplo...). As Demi began putting in the final load of laundry, she started thinking of things she could do as a punishment for the little woman. Her efforts had been terrible and clearly she needed to be broken in more as a pet before anything good could be expected of her. Grabbing some dirty gym clothes, Demi looked back at the shoe and shook her head. The thing needed to learn it didn’t get a choice anymore; it was Demi’s way or “splat!” Meanwhile, inside the shoe, jess was keeling over from the sheer smell. It was clearly the pair of sneakers Demi wore when working out, the aroma of sweat inside was nauseating as the little woman fell to her knees, struggling to keep her lunch down (http://media.whosay.com/28298/1/28298_la...). As Jess drank in the thick air, she began to get light-headed as she struggled to find out exactly what she was supposed to do in this shoe. Taking a step, Jess looked down as she heard her foot squelch like she had stepped into wet mud; pooling around her own shoe was a small, glistening puddle of sweat. A sudden surge of nausea overcame Jess as she bent over and threw up on the massive insole, the putrid environment was in direct combat with Jess’ body… and it was winning.
FOOM!
Demi kicked the sneaker accidently as she walked past it to put away a bundle of socks, knocking it over onto its side.
Jess had been knocked clean onto her ass as the sudden overturn of her workspace had landed her face-first into the moist side of Demi’s sneaker. Groggily getting up, Jess saw Demi busy examining the pairs she was making…this might have been the chance she was waiting for. Taking a step forward, Jess froze. She could try running for freedom, but if she failed it wasn’t going to end well for her. Her head was in a tizzy as her legs refused to move. The clock ran out for a choice though as Demi turned around and froze, seeing the sneaker tipped over.
THOOM! THOOM! THOOM! THOOM!
“So, you know what’s going to happen now don’t you?” Demi said as she
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