A Strange, Flattened Life

It had all started when Max had come over to Chloe's to hang out, letting herself into her room while Chloe was running an errand. As she waited however, a strange white light suddenly started beaming in through the window. Max shielded her eyes as it grew more and more intense before finally exploding in a flash. As the burst finally faded, silence overtook the cluttered room. Max was nowhere to be seen. 

Her friends sudden disappearance shook Chloe's world, who stubbornly refused to give up searching for her no matter what anyone else said. The search consumed her life, and her already missing living space became even sloppier as she spared no thought to cleaning it. Given that, it was hardly surprising she kept stepping on trash as she paced around her room. The focused girl never even bothered looking at what had managed to plaster itself to her foot, just scraping it off absentmindedly and carrying on. She often trampled over the same object over and over, never working up the energy to just pick it up and sort it somewhere. She could worry about the mess once she found Max...

The last few weeks had been hell for Max. That bizarre lightshow had somehow shrunken her to the size of a mite, even tinier than the fibers of her friends carpeted floor. She could barely make out the towering form of Chloe stomping around her room without a care, and spent days surviving off the mountainous crumbs that littered the floor. The first time she was stepped on was the second day, she noticed the gigantic shadow engulfing her before she stared up to see  the sky-sized foot above, and could barely scream before the expansive sole slammed down like a meteor. To Max's surprise she wasn't obliterated to dust, instead embedded in the sweaty expanse of her unaware friends foot. She could make out every crack and wrinkle dotting Chloe's sole, and a single drop of pungent sweat looked like a living ocean to the micro girl, gliding across the desert landscape like a towering beast. Max spent the new few days plastered beneath Chloe's foot, sobbing and cursing this awful existence she had been cursed with. Just as she was dreading yet another trip into the god-awful boots again though, she suddenly realized that she was bigger than before. She'd only upgraded from a mite to an ant, but this sudden revelation still filled the tiny girl with hope at last, that this nightmare might finally end. By the present day however, she had realized that things weren't quite so simple. She wasn't just growing on her own, for whatever insane reason she could only regain her size when in contact with Chloe's foot. Weeks of tiring experimentation had taught her the rules of this ridiculous life she had been forced into, and as cynical as she was growing she at least still saw a path to escape. The most important thing she had learned at long last was how to retain her reclaimed size, because of course she started to dwindle again whenever she was peeled or scraped off Chloe's sole. Thankfully, objects that had come into constant proximity of Chloe's feet seemed to retain some of the bullshit mystical energy her feet apparently contained. So as long as Max could endured living inside the giantess' discarded socks and footwear, she could keep herself bug-sized instead of micro. With that method developed, Max was finally growing centimeter by centimeter with every day, as she constantly threw herself beneath the tread of her friend turned goddess. It infuriated her to no end that Chloe couldn't just bloody look down, since by this point she was easily big enough to make out from a bug or piece of trash, but her neck was apparently broken or something. She supposed it didn't matter too much though, soon she'd be big enough to get her attention by force, and this hell would finally be over...

Chloe glanced at her phone as a another friend of her shared a post with her, a supposed sighting of Max in Idaho?! Chloe silently started packing, determined to head out first thing in the morning. This might finally be her chance to find Max, and even if it turned out to be a dud a week or two out of town to clear her head might give her more idea's on where to search later. The hell-bent giantess set out at dawn, her hurried movements somehow not waking the sleeping tiny that was nestled inside a ratty sock. When Max awoke to an empty room, she figured it wasn't too big a deal. Chloe would probably be back by the end of the day, and even if she was gone a few nights her discarded footwear should still be latently magical that long. Max would still have to forage for some food but the amount she shrunk when she set out for that was miniscule, so who cares? Ah, was she ever looking forward to be big again though...