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“Hey, thanks for calling Brett. Yes, the vacation is going well. I’ve had so much fun, all these massages I’ve had in the past few days have been helping out tremendously. Who knew how worked up your body could get after working for days on end? Well, I'm certainly feeling better now, spending these days relaxing.” Sharon said as she took a sip of her champagne.

“I’m glad you’re doing well also, how’s house sitting going? Good, I hope you’re enjoying all that’s in our pantry. Oh, and how’s Marissa doing? She’s doing fine, I’ve not seen much of her on our vacation, she’s doing her own thing. I would’ve done the same at my age. When I see her again I’ll tell her you called, it’s been a while since I last saw her.” Absendetmindely scrunching her foot, she inadvertently taunted her flattened daughter.

All was going well for her on this vacation, she was hanging out with some nice people, eating good food, and relaxing, at least until she caught it. Despite having got the vaccine against it she still managed to get the shrinking virus. Thankfully not the normal case, she was protected against that one, no, she got the new strand.

This new strand would not only shrink you but give your body the property of rubber, making you malleable and unkillable. Marissa learned this first hand, as she was trying to tell her mother what happened she was flattened by her, Sharon walked on top of her without noticing her. She was shocked to find herself alive, even more so that she was now flat and stuck to her mother’s sole.

She couldn’t move or do anything but elicit a quiet moan, not loud enough to be heard by her mother. These past couple of hours she had spent stuck under her sole, forced to accompany her wherever she went, from being forced into sandals to under the water when she went for a swim. Luckily though, at first, it appeared that her stay was not going to last long as Sharon went to take a shower.

It appeared as such until she found herself still stuck to her mother’s sole as she started to dry herself off. Even as the rough towel was dragged over her she still remained stuck. With no way to audibly ask for help, she wondered if she’d ever get off her mother’s foot. How it looked now made it seem as if she was to be her mother’s new foot tattoo.

Finishing off her glass of champagne, Sharon got up to go fill it. Looking around she wondered where Marissa might have ended up. Could she be at the beach, or at some party, she didn’t know. While thinking this, she nervously tapped her foot into the ground, incidentally squishing her flattened and shrunk daughter further and further onto her foot.

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