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Emma had contracted Rapid Cellular Degeneration at 18 years, old only 2 months after her high school graduation. It was a disease otherwise known as the Shrinking Virus, at least colloquially. Those transformed by the peculiar condition came to be known as nanos. From the time that her first symptoms began to show, it was only a few short days until she was less than one inch tall. As the doctor had explained, those in the age cohort of 21-35 seemed to be most susceptible to the condition, it seemed that Emma had just been an early bloomer. While Emma’s friends prepared to head off to college and new adventures, Emma found that her world had gotten much, much smaller. Due to a lack of accommodations (and as Emma suspected a case of discrimination) Emma had her college acceptance revoked, and soon found herself trapped in a mire of depression.

In the face of all this adversity her mother Jane continued to dote on her diminutive daughter. She made sure Emma wanted for nothing, and that she felt as comfortable as she could be in her new body. Even on her meager salary Jane worked overtime so that she could afford to purchase nano accessories for Emma through the company Wondertech: a proportional living space, specially designed food packets, clothing, electronics, etc. More importantly than the material goods, Jane was always there to be a shoulder to cry on (and a rather large one at that!). She listened to her daughter’s frustrations and concerns, and offered advice where she could, and slowly Emma’s outlook brightened. As a silver lining in the dark storm cloud of her condition, Emma and her mother grew much closer. When she felt that everybody else had abandoned her, Emma knew that she had her mother, who always treated her as a person with love and respect.

Two years later, Jane died in a car accident, struck by a drunk driver. The now twenty year old Emma was technically an adult, but as a nano she had little means to care for herself. She never knew her father, and had no close family except for her mother’s sister, Tammy. Though Jane and Tammy had been close in their youth as adults they had grown apart, Emma barely knew her Aunt aside from distant memories from when she was a child. Rather than be remanded to care by the state, Emma chose to take her chances and get to know her aunt.

When Emma reached out her Aunt Tammy seemed open to caring for her, though as Emma soon learned Tammy was very different from her late mother. Where Jane had been kind, compassionate, and loving, Tammy was drunken, forgetful, and rather apathetic. She didn’t seem to dislike Emma, but rather she couldn’t seem bothered to care. It started with forgetting to gather Emma’s belongings from the old apartment she shared with her mother, in doing so Emma lost not only her Wondertech accessories but also her mother’s material possessions. Living in a shoebox in those early days, Emma would go without food for some time, and learned to ration, as her Aunt often forgot to feed her during her drunken binges. Tammy was single, middle aged, and fortunate enough to live off of rental properties passed down from her parents (properties for which Jane had been wholly passed up on in favor of the favorite Tammy). Her days consisted of chatting idly with friends on the phone or in person, and consuming an inordinate amount of mixed drinks.

When Tammy did deign to pay attention to Emma it was mostly with drunken curiosity, and giddy amusement. It started with slurred suggestions, and a bit of manhandling, but Emma found that every few nights she would be spending “girl time” with her titanic aunt. Fumbling with a massive nail polish brush as she struggled paint her Aunt Tammy’s toenails in the garish pink she enjoyed… Feebly trying to knead her calloused soles in a pathetic attempt at a foot massage… Perhaps worst of all was dutifully using chunks of a foot file to work away at the callouses and dry skin that formed along Tammy’s titanic soles. All of these were temporary exercises in amusement for Tammy, and had started as only a temporary reprieve from boredom for Emma… before it became her permanent hell.

Tammy for the most part forgot about her fragile niece struggling to survive underneath her gargantuan soles. When she did remember about the pathetic nano she wouldn’t offer more than a drunken giggle, or if she was feeling merciful, a few crumbs of food. For three years Emma desperately clung to the undersides of her Aunt’s toes. The days of shoeboxes and infrequent feeding was over, now she was trapped in a prison of sweaty flesh, toejam, and putrid odor, a marginally better fate than the lethal world all around. For her part, Tammy never forced Emma into this position. As the initial novelty of caring for her nano niece wore away, she simply stopped caring, and finding the tiny young woman crammed between her toes had just been another temporary amusement.

It was a hot summer day and Tammy had sought to enjoy it in the local park, her feet up on a bench, and a rum and coke in her hand. She was pleasantly buzzed, enjoying the calm breeze, birds chirping, and the sun beaming down from above, content to blissfully forget about the world. Emma was having quite a different day. Two years prior Emma would have been incredulous at the thought of herself trapped between her Aunt’s toes as they wiggled in the summer sun, but now it was just a fact of reality for the 23 year old nano. Beads of sweat formed along the expanse of Tammy’s soles, and the humid pits between her toes. The lubrication allowed Emma greater movement, as she dragged herself out from between Tammy’s third and fourth toe, crawling along the ball of the giantess’ sole, beneath the shadow of her toes. The overwhelming odor cheese and vinegar still brought tears to Emma’s eyes though she knew the odor also permeated her own skin and hair. She was as much a part of this hellish environment as Tammy’s callouses.

As the droplets of sweat continued to form Emma greedily slurped them up, barely managing to choke back her gags from the taste of salt and vinegar, but grateful for her thirst to be quenched. Tammy’s toes managed to seal her midsection, not even through action from her apathetic Aunt but rather just the force of her toes at rest, and the adhering power of the toe jam which covered her body and face. Emma felt her body racked with familiar hunger pangs as she spotted the gray morsels of toe jam between Tammy’s second and third toes. The young woman’s face flushed with shame as she realized her gurgling stomach and salivation at the sight of something to fill her belly.

She desperately reached, feeling her ribs burn with pain as she was extricated the fresh gray goop from between her Aunt’s toes. Emma greedily crammed the mass into her mouth, gagging repeatedly before managing to swallow. She saw Tammy’s gaze pass over her as she completed the disgusting act, the giantess slightly angling her sole as she took a long sip from her drink. However she seemed nonplussed, not empathetic, nor disgusted, nor even amused. As unsurprised as if to see a squirrel eating an acorn in the park, or perhaps a bug crawling through the grass. She soon lost interest in Emma yet again and gave a drunken smile upwards towards the sun as she wiggled her toes in the breeze. Emma felt her body twist and contort to Tammy’s whims, shoving her deeper into position beneath the titaness’ towering toes.

Emma could only kiss the sweaty flesh of Tammy’s sole, a desperate plea of mercy to the uncaring goddess. A plea of mercy for the forgotten.

Description

Emma had contracted Rapid Cellular Degeneration at 18 years, old only 2 months after her high school graduation. It was a disease otherwise known as the Shrinking Virus, at least colloquially. Those transformed by the peculiar condition came to be known as nanos. From the time that her first symptoms began to show, it was only a few short days until she was less than one inch tall. As the doctor had explained, those in the age cohort of 21-35 seemed to be most susceptible to the condition, it seemed that Emma had just been an early bloomer. While Emma’s friends prepared to head off to college and new adventures, Emma found that her world had gotten much, much smaller. Due to a lack of accommodations (and as Emma suspected a case of discrimination) Emma had her college acceptance revoked, and soon found herself trapped in a mire of depression.

In the face of all this adversity her mother Jane continued to dote on her diminutive daughter. She made sure Emma wanted for nothing, and that she felt as comfortable as she could be in her new body. Even on her meager salary Jane worked overtime so that she could afford to purchase nano accessories for Emma through the company Wondertech: a proportional living space, specially designed food packets, clothing, electronics, etc. More importantly than the material goods, Jane was always there to be a shoulder to cry on (and a rather large one at that!). She listened to her daughter’s frustrations and concerns, and offered advice where she could, and slowly Emma’s outlook brightened. As a silver lining in the dark storm cloud of her condition, Emma and her mother grew much closer. When she felt that everybody else had abandoned her, Emma knew that she had her mother, who always treated her as a person with love and respect.

Two years later, Jane died in a car accident, struck by a drunk driver. The now twenty year old Emma was technically an adult, but as a nano she had little means to care for herself. She never knew her father, and had no close family except for her mother’s sister, Tammy. Though Jane and Tammy had been close in their youth as adults they had grown apart, Emma barely knew her Aunt aside from distant memories from when she was a child. Rather than be remanded to care by the state, Emma chose to take her chances and get to know her aunt.

When Emma reached out her Aunt Tammy seemed open to caring for her, though as Emma soon learned Tammy was very different from her late mother. Where Jane had been kind, compassionate, and loving, Tammy was drunken, forgetful, and rather apathetic. She didn’t seem to dislike Emma, but rather she couldn’t seem bothered to care. It started with forgetting to gather Emma’s belongings from the old apartment she shared with her mother, in doing so Emma lost not only her Wondertech accessories but also her mother’s material possessions. Living in a shoebox in those early days, Emma would go without food for some time, and learned to ration, as her Aunt often forgot to feed her during her drunken binges. Tammy was single, middle aged, and fortunate enough to live off of rental properties passed down from her parents (properties for which Jane had been wholly passed up on in favor of the favorite Tammy). Her days consisted of chatting idly with friends on the phone or in person, and consuming an inordinate amount of mixed drinks.

When Tammy did deign to pay attention to Emma it was mostly with drunken curiosity, and giddy amusement. It started with slurred suggestions, and a bit of manhandling, but Emma found that every few nights she would be spending “girl time” with her titanic aunt. Fumbling with a massive nail polish brush as she struggled paint her Aunt Tammy’s toenails in the garish pink she enjoyed… Feebly trying to knead her calloused soles in a pathetic attempt at a foot massage… Perhaps worst of all was dutifully using chunks of a foot file to work away at the callouses and dry skin that formed along Tammy’s titanic soles. All of these were temporary exercises in amusement for Tammy, and had started as only a temporary reprieve from boredom for Emma… before it became her permanent hell.

Tammy for the most part forgot about her fragile niece struggling to survive underneath her gargantuan soles. When she did remember about the pathetic nano she wouldn’t offer more than a drunken giggle, or if she was feeling merciful, a few crumbs of food. For three years Emma desperately clung to the undersides of her Aunt’s toes. The days of shoeboxes and infrequent feeding was over, now she was trapped in a prison of sweaty flesh, toejam, and putrid odor, a marginally better fate than the lethal world all around. For her part, Tammy never forced Emma into this position. As the initial novelty of caring for her nano niece wore away, she simply stopped caring, and finding the tiny young woman crammed between her toes had just been another temporary amusement.

It was a hot summer day and Tammy had sought to enjoy it in the local park, her feet up on a bench, and a rum and coke in her hand. She was pleasantly buzzed, enjoying the calm breeze, birds chirping, and the sun beaming down from above, content to blissfully forget about the world. Emma was having quite a different day. Two years prior Emma would have been incredulous at the thought of herself trapped between her Aunt’s toes as they wiggled in the summer sun, but now it was just a fact of reality for the 23 year old nano. Beads of sweat formed along the expanse of Tammy’s soles, and the humid pits between her toes. The lubrication allowed Emma greater movement, as she dragged herself out from between Tammy’s third and fourth toe, crawling along the ball of the giantess’ sole, beneath the shadow of her toes. The overwhelming odor cheese and vinegar still brought tears to Emma’s eyes though she knew the odor also permeated her own skin and hair. She was as much a part of this hellish environment as Tammy’s callouses.

As the droplets of sweat continued to form Emma greedily slurped them up, barely managing to choke back her gags from the taste of salt and vinegar, but grateful for her thirst to be quenched. Tammy’s toes managed to seal her midsection, not even through action from her apathetic Aunt but rather just the force of her toes at rest, and the adhering power of the toe jam which covered her body and face. Emma felt her body racked with familiar hunger pangs as she spotted the gray morsels of toe jam between Tammy’s second and third toes. The young woman’s face flushed with shame as she realized her gurgling stomach and salivation at the sight of something to fill her belly.

She desperately reached, feeling her ribs burn with pain as she was extricated the fresh gray goop from between her Aunt’s toes. Emma greedily crammed the mass into her mouth, gagging repeatedly before managing to swallow. She saw Tammy’s gaze pass over her as she completed the disgusting act, the giantess slightly angling her sole as she took a long sip from her drink. However she seemed nonplussed, not empathetic, nor disgusted, nor even amused. As unsurprised as if to see a squirrel eating an acorn in the park, or perhaps a bug crawling through the grass. She soon lost interest in Emma yet again and gave a drunken smile upwards towards the sun as she wiggled her toes in the breeze. Emma felt her body twist and contort to Tammy’s whims, shoving her deeper into position beneath the titaness’ towering toes.

Emma could only kiss the sweaty flesh of Tammy’s sole, a desperate plea of mercy to the uncaring goddess. A plea of mercy for the forgotten.