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Already exhausted from her day at work, Farah wanted a break more than anything. As such, when she heard the store’s phone ring, she hoped that the call would take a while. Which, to her luck, it did. For around ten minutes, she helped the customer all while relaxing.

She had pulled up another chair next to the phone and sat, with her feet up, for a little while. The call took so long that she decided to kick off her shoes. As she did, someone else grew very happy for this little break, given that Beth had been trapped inside her shoe all day.

Having contracted the shrinking virus a while ago, she had learned about all that her body could take. Thanks to this, she had never been too careful in her day-to-day life. Yes, at any moment she could suddenly shrink down, but she couldn’t be killed after all.

Due to this, she went about life as just any normal person would, save for the moments she was reduced in size. Sure, she was open about it, but never really brought it up, as with her sexuality as well. Although, she mentioned herself being a lesbian more so than a shrinkie.

Over her time with the virus she had gone through, and been squished by, a fair number of girlfriends. Farah was the most recent one, and the one she had become truly in love with. Though at the current moment, that didn’t matter that much.

Having moved her stuff over to her house, Beth would essentially be at her mercy if she shrank. As a result, it was no shock to her to find herself in this current position. Earlier that morning, she had shrunk just as she was leaving her bed.

A few minutes later, Farah woke up. It didn’t take long for her still groggy girlfriend to step on her. Beth didn’t try to stop it, there was nothing she could do. It would be best to become a sticker under her sole than to try and stop the inevitable.

Besides, she’d notice her before she went to work, right? Well, after squishing her, she went about her morning routine as normal, all with her flattened underfoot. It was only when Farah stuck her foot into one of her shoes that Beth realized she was in for the long haul.

Hours later, she had become almost one with her foot. Her body had become so thin that it was more like a tattoo against her sole. She was covered in foot sweat, her taste buds filled with the taste of her foot as well. It was just plain gross.

But she could do nothing about it; only Farah could. Given that she had yet to notice her, even as she had her feet out at work, Beth began to come to terms with the fact that this stay underfoot might last longer than usual. She just hoped that she’d wash her sweaty foot soon.

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