The Cure - Chapter 3

The next thing I knew is that I lost breath, than pantingly took it back while kneeling. The grain of my hardwood floor was huge. Dust was like sand. I immediately sneezed a few times.

“BLESS YOU!” I heard so loud so booming, like if the voice came from the sky. I looked up, my mom was there. She was colossal. I looked around, gathered my senses and all I could see was huge compared to me. I had shrunk to and incredibly small size and I couldn’t believe what I was seeing. My own room, thousands of times bigger, my mom, her shoes right next to me, felt like they were buildings. I couldn’t muster the strength and will to stand up. I felt sick. Incredibly disoriented and vulnerable. “ARE YOU OKAY SAMUEL?” said my huge, incredibly tall mother. She bent down, sent a wind squall towards me, I couldn’t believe something so big could move that fast. Yet again, the problem was that I was minuscule, not that she was actually big. She was normal size. I…was tiny. I’d say half an inch. I couldn’t find the voice in my throat, I was stupefied and shocked. “IT’S OKAY SAM, LET ME TAKE YOU, I’LL BE VERY GENTLE.” Said my mother again. I looked up, her hand got extremely closer extremely fast and I saw her thumb and finger come next to each other on me. Very slowly, but not slowly enough for me, her nails caught me and I tried to grab on them. The pressure was bearable, but she suddenly plucked me away from the ground and brought me up at extreme speed, my heart felt like going to my heels. She brought me up to her face and looked at me. Her visage was extremely big. Her eyes blinked at me and she smiled. Then she got emotional and her mouth started to show a half-sad rictus. Tears suddenly went down her cheeks, she couldn’t hold it. “MY LITTLE BOY!” She said, sniffling. “I AM SORRY SAM THAT YOU HAVE TO GO THOUGH THIS. IT’LL BE ALRIGHT OKAY? TRUST ME, YOU’LL BE FINE.” Her voice was so loud, her breath blew on me. She turned her palm around and under her fingers and dropped me onto it. The surface of my mother’s hand was soft and the wrinkles were so big. Her hand smelled like lotion. Suddenly the door of my room opened and Amanda walked in. She came next to my mother and looked in her palm, directly at me.

“OH MY GOD!” she said, putting her hand to her mouth. She looked absolutely impressed and intrigued. “HEY SAM!” She said. “YOU’RE SO TINY!” she added, smiling. “THAT’S UNBELIEVABLE.”

“AMANDA HONEY, PROMISE YOU’LL TAKE CARE OF YOUR BROTHER.” Said our mother, still holding me in the palm of her giantess hand.

“I PROMISE MOM.” Said Amanda. “HE’LL BE SAFE IN MY SHOES.” She said. She then looked down at her feet.

“FOR NOW, WE’LL PUT HIM IN YOUR SOCK, AND YOU HAVE TO KEEP YOUR SOCKS ON FOR THE NIGHT.” Said my mother. Their voices were really booming over me. Suddenly my mother’s hand lowered and I noticed that my sister had already removed her white cotton sock and was holding the opening wide opened so my mom could actually tilt her hand and…that’s when I realized what was happening, I was slipping down her palm. And over the edge I fell inside my sister’s sock, tumbled against the wall, again and again until I finally reached down the smelly bottom of it. She had worn those socks all day long and they smelled like her feet. There was no odor in the world that I enjoyed more than that and I suddenly felt very calm and relaxed, comfy, and safe.

“SAMUEL, DO WHATEVER YOU SISTER SAYS NO MATTER WHAT IT IS. I LOVE YOU MY SON.” Said my mom, her voice coming from up there. The sock was moved down and lowered and I felt like I was in a roller coaster. “AND YOU AMANDA, YOU TAKE CARE OF HIM, I TRUST YOU.”

“YES MOM. DON’T WORRY ABOUT HIM. I’LL BE EXTRA CAREFUL.” Said Amanda. She was taking this seriously. That was a good sign. Her toes came into view, it was very dim and the light coming from outside the sock was faint. My sister was putting her sock on with me inside. I curved into a fetal position to protect myself from there ramming toes. They wiggled and grabbed over me. “I FEEL HIM UNDER MY TOES MOM.” I heard from up there and outside my cotton prison. Her huge smelly toes wrapped around me and secured me while the socks was fully pulled on her foot. I suddenly fell the floor under me and her toes let me go. I bounced a bit on the cotton sock and I knew under me was the floor. I think my sister fully stood back up and the weight of her body was on her feet. I was protected by the crevices of her toes. The mighty smell of my sister’s foot was absolute heaven, it was ten times as better than it used to be, probably because I was so small it seemed stronger, more potent, more comforting.

“EXCELLENT, MY DEAR. NOW GO BACK TO YOUR ROOM, AND KEEP HIM IN THERE. I’LL GO SEE YOUR FATHER.” Said my mom. I felt like my whole world was brought up fast and back down, and again, and each time Amanda’s toes would come down on me and trap me in between them, the rough smelly skin of her toes brushed against my minuscule body as I was at their complete mercy while she walked. I was scared to be caught under them. Or worse, under the ball of her foot which was menacing me at each step. Finally the walking stopped. There was an awkward silence and Amanda wiggled her toes, then, it was hard to understand what was really happening in the real world, but from inside the sock I know something was going on. It wasn’t bed time yet and my sister decided to actually put a pair of shoes on. From the smell that suddenly wrapped around me it was her school sneakers she wore all day long. Her toes squeezed themselves, the light went completely out, and the air felt very stuffy. I was in a tight spot and it was very strange. A loud thump sound and vibration coming from the shoe trembled around me as her heel settled inside the sneaker. I heard my sister from outside the shoe but her voice was too muffled to get any of it, and her words were all very hard to understand. I hear my name for sure, so she was talking to me, but I had no idea what she was saying. I was just in pure darkness, surrounded by toes and a potent smell that I absolutely loved. I tried to wiggle my arms free but they were pinned under her toes and enveloped by her flesh. I was on my back, in between her big and second toes, my arms like a cross, pinned under them, and the humidity started to rise around me. Each time my arms were crushed a bit more heavily, I knew my sister had taken a step. And then the heel would come down on the floor heavily and shake the whole shoe, and the massive weight of my sister would crush the insole of the shoe, and my arms would get trampled heavily by the toes again, in repetition. She was definitely walking on me in the house. I was remarkably comfortable, and I inhaled deeply the stench of my sister’s foot. That odor to which I completely belonged. And I passed out from exhaustion and bliss.