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Albert felt a tangled mass of soft carpet fibers bunch around his right kneecap as he crouched low to the ground, quietly peering outwards into the bright light of the vast outer room. The recently shrunken man had been living in the empty crawl space under her bed for almost a week, and he was starting to feel incredibly desperate. He would need to find a way out of this nightmare soon, or risk starving to death. He'd barely eaten more than a few misplaced crumbs during his entire ordeal. And the only means of quenching his thirst entailed waiting until the giantess falls asleep before venturing out and climbing into her most recent pair of shoes to lick their enormous insoles, lapping up as much of its surface as possible; slurping any trace of the foul smelling sweat that soaked deep into its leather lining over the course of her workday.

Though the little man has had to endure a lot over the course of a week, Albert realized that he deserved every second of it. . . Karma was finally catching up to him. You see, Albert was a bad person. In fact, his current predicament was a direct result of having shrunk instantaneously in a strange house from an aggressive variant of the shrinking virus; leaving him hopelessly trapped in the bedroom of a blind date whom he had just drugged, slept with, and was in the process of robbing when it happened. Thinking back on it, the now tiny man realized that he couldn't even remember her name. Having already had his fun with her, Albert was actually unzipping her purse (as she slept) when he felt his whole body collapse into itself, knocking over the purse that would nearly crush him as it landed with a heavy thud mere inches away from his tiny body. Luckily for Albert, he was able to regain his wits and run under the bed before his date woke up. This proved to be a smart move as it was an ideal refuge for a little man; one that provided cover and shielded his presence in shadow at all times. One hardly ever checks under their own bed, and so other than some dirt and lint, Albert's safety was guaranteed by the enormous blackened canopy which was the underside of her giant queen-sized spring mattress.

Of course, the obvious downsides of living this way were two-fold. Firstly, though he was safe in the shadows, he would need to sprint out of his hiding spot from time-to-time to find food and water (both of which were scarce); a feat made risky because Albert had no desire to face his would-be victim at this size. And secondly, he would eventually need to leave the room entirely. Even if he was able to sustain himself for a few more weeks on shoe sweat, Albert would ultimately need to exit the house or find a telephone to call for help; a possibility made very difficult by the unaware giantess and her habit of closing the bedroom door at nearly all times.

And now, crouched in the shadows, low and to the ground for the best possible viewing angle; the tiny man resolved to soon make his move. Focusing his vision across the vast carpeted landscape that was the giant's bedroom, Albert managed to convince himself that the space under the door gap was probably tall enough for him to shimmy through on his belly; reasoning that the soft carpet makes the gap look smaller than it actually would appear from up close.

Albert figured it would be too risky to attempt escape without knowing the giant's exact location in the house. Even if he managed to exit the bedroom, he could easily turn a corner and come face-to-heel with his colossal one-night-stand; risking certain death because he wrongly assumed the house was empty or wrongly guessed that she was in the living room instead of the kitchen. No, the safe bet would be leaving while the giantess was still in the bedroom with him. He would just need to wait until she was too distracted to notice a tiny man running across her floor; perhaps deep in conversation or concentrating on something more important. . . so, now seemed to be the perfect time. The giantess was apparently getting dressed to go clubbing, or so Albert managed to glean from the excited cell phone conversation ongoing with one of her girlfriends. It was now or never. Albert figured that if he waited for her to leave, she would surely switch off all of the lights and he would have to navigate the unfamiliar giant house in pitch darkness. But if he made a break for it now, he could make it downstairs and probably even find a landline phone before she even finished picking out an outfit.

With that, Albert bounded to his feet and lunged forward at full sprint, running as hard as he could from the shadowy safety of his hiding space and into the unforgiving open expanse of the giant's bedroom.

The determined little man nearly made it to the halfway point when a bus-sized heeled foot crashed down directly in front of him; nearly obliterating his fragile tiny body as it narrowly missed its target by mere inches. Completely blocked and stunned silent by the giant's speed, Albert felt himself fall backwards onto his ass. The color drained from his cheeks and he felt his chest pounding so violently that he suspected he was having a heart attack; his vision blurred, a foreboding numbness overtook his extremities, and he began to taste copper in his throat like he had just swallowed a hand full of rusty pennies. Suddenly, the second heeled foot swooped into view and crashed down directly next to the first. Albert let out a silent scream as this happened, still frozen in utter terror and marveling at the utter stupidity of his plan.

However, after a second or two of terrifying silence which felt like fifteen minutes, Albert realize that the giantess never paused her phone conversation or bothered to look down. She was also just standing there, her enormous feet blocking his escape without additional further interaction. Mustering all of his remaining courage, the tiny quivering man looked skywards beyond the dizzying heights of the goddess's towering legs as they disappeared into the blackness of her skirt; pausing only after taking in her titanic torso, perfectly framed by a pair of ample sweater-clad breasts which totally blocked her face from Albert's point-of-view. The giantess hadn't even noticed him down there. She was standing in this particular spot because the wall she faced contained a mirror mounted at face level. She was merely putting on her lipstick.

Albert was far from relieved. She hadn't notice him yet, but he was still fully exposed and bathed in open light. He had no idea what to do next. Should he risk running back to his home base under her bed? Should he stay perfectly still and wait for her to move away? Should he try to slowly crawl between her heels and continue his trek to the door gap? Albert had no good options. Maybe it was only a matter of time before he would be discovered.

Albert was a bad person. He knew that. But in that moment, for the first time in a long time. . . he also felt like an idiot.

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Albert felt a tangled mass of soft carpet fibers bunch around his right kneecap as he crouched low to the ground, quietly peering outwards into the bright light of the vast outer room. The recently shrunken man had been living in the empty crawl space under her bed for almost a week, and he was starting to feel incredibly desperate. He would need to find a way out of this nightmare soon, or risk starving to death. He'd barely eaten more than a few misplaced crumbs during his entire ordeal. And the only means of quenching his thirst entailed waiting until the giantess falls asleep before venturing out and climbing into her most recent pair of shoes to lick their enormous insoles, lapping up as much of its surface as possible; slurping any trace of the foul smelling sweat that soaked deep into its leather lining over the course of her workday.

Though the little man has had to endure a lot over the course of a week, Albert realized that he deserved every second of it. . . Karma was finally catching up to him. You see, Albert was a bad person. In fact, his current predicament was a direct result of having shrunk instantaneously in a strange house from an aggressive variant of the shrinking virus; leaving him hopelessly trapped in the bedroom of a blind date whom he had just drugged, slept with, and was in the process of robbing when it happened. Thinking back on it, the now tiny man realized that he couldn't even remember her name. Having already had his fun with her, Albert was actually unzipping her purse (as she slept) when he felt his whole body collapse into itself, knocking over the purse that would nearly crush him as it landed with a heavy thud mere inches away from his tiny body. Luckily for Albert, he was able to regain his wits and run under the bed before his date woke up. This proved to be a smart move as it was an ideal refuge for a little man; one that provided cover and shielded his presence in shadow at all times. One hardly ever checks under their own bed, and so other than some dirt and lint, Albert's safety was guaranteed by the enormous blackened canopy which was the underside of her giant queen-sized spring mattress.

Of course, the obvious downsides of living this way were two-fold. Firstly, though he was safe in the shadows, he would need to sprint out of his hiding spot from time-to-time to find food and water (both of which were scarce); a feat made risky because Albert had no desire to face his would-be victim at this size. And secondly, he would eventually need to leave the room entirely. Even if he was able to sustain himself for a few more weeks on shoe sweat, Albert would ultimately need to exit the house or find a telephone to call for help; a possibility made very difficult by the unaware giantess and her habit of closing the bedroom door at nearly all times.

And now, crouched in the shadows, low and to the ground for the best possible viewing angle; the tiny man resolved to soon make his move. Focusing his vision across the vast carpeted landscape that was the giant's bedroom, Albert managed to convince himself that the space under the door gap was probably tall enough for him to shimmy through on his belly; reasoning that the soft carpet makes the gap look smaller than it actually would appear from up close.

Albert figured it would be too risky to attempt escape without knowing the giant's exact location in the house. Even if he managed to exit the bedroom, he could easily turn a corner and come face-to-heel with his colossal one-night-stand; risking certain death because he wrongly assumed the house was empty or wrongly guessed that she was in the living room instead of the kitchen. No, the safe bet would be leaving while the giantess was still in the bedroom with him. He would just need to wait until she was too distracted to notice a tiny man running across her floor; perhaps deep in conversation or concentrating on something more important. . . so, now seemed to be the perfect time. The giantess was apparently getting dressed to go clubbing, or so Albert managed to glean from the excited cell phone conversation ongoing with one of her girlfriends. It was now or never. Albert figured that if he waited for her to leave, she would surely switch off all of the lights and he would have to navigate the unfamiliar giant house in pitch darkness. But if he made a break for it now, he could make it downstairs and probably even find a landline phone before she even finished picking out an outfit.

With that, Albert bounded to his feet and lunged forward at full sprint, running as hard as he could from the shadowy safety of his hiding space and into the unforgiving open expanse of the giant's bedroom.

The determined little man nearly made it to the halfway point when a bus-sized heeled foot crashed down directly in front of him; nearly obliterating his fragile tiny body as it narrowly missed its target by mere inches. Completely blocked and stunned silent by the giant's speed, Albert felt himself fall backwards onto his ass. The color drained from his cheeks and he felt his chest pounding so violently that he suspected he was having a heart attack; his vision blurred, a foreboding numbness overtook his extremities, and he began to taste copper in his throat like he had just swallowed a hand full of rusty pennies. Suddenly, the second heeled foot swooped into view and crashed down directly next to the first. Albert let out a silent scream as this happened, still frozen in utter terror and marveling at the utter stupidity of his plan.

However, after a second or two of terrifying silence which felt like fifteen minutes, Albert realize that the giantess never paused her phone conversation or bothered to look down. She was also just standing there, her enormous feet blocking his escape without additional further interaction. Mustering all of his remaining courage, the tiny quivering man looked skywards beyond the dizzying heights of the goddess's towering legs as they disappeared into the blackness of her skirt; pausing only after taking in her titanic torso, perfectly framed by a pair of ample sweater-clad breasts which totally blocked her face from Albert's point-of-view. The giantess hadn't even noticed him down there. She was standing in this particular spot because the wall she faced contained a mirror mounted at face level. She was merely putting on her lipstick.

Albert was far from relieved. She hadn't notice him yet, but he was still fully exposed and bathed in open light. He had no idea what to do next. Should he risk running back to his home base under her bed? Should he stay perfectly still and wait for her to move away? Should he try to slowly crawl between her heels and continue his trek to the door gap? Albert had no good options. Maybe it was only a matter of time before he would be discovered.

Albert was a bad person. He knew that. But in that moment, for the first time in a long time. . . he also felt like an idiot.