Left Under her Toenail to Worry
Cheating Death
chapter 15
by
copier
· original author:
fearboy
Helpless under your mother’s toenail, you remain crotched so your head doesn’t hit the bottom of her heavy nail and wait for this nightmare to be over. It’s finally happened to you, you’ve died so much that now you are not even as big as a crumb. Your mom warned you this would happen with your daredevil antics, but it turned out that she ended up being the reason for your loss of height.
Time moves slowly for you, as you remained trapped between your mother’s big toe and her toenail. Everything shakes when your mother steps, bouncing you around under her nail and making this even more uncomfortable. It’s broiling in her show, making you sweat heavily and feel woozy. What nearly knocks you out though is the smell of her feet all around you. It’s enough to make your stomach turn and your eyes water. You hate feet and being trapped in one was terrible. It could have been worse though, your mom could have stuck you to that glob of toe jam that you had noticed while painting her nails. It depresses you even more to think that there are worst things that you mom could do to you.
The boredom begins to get to you after a few hours of nothing, not even movement from your mom’s feet. Her date must be going well if she hasn’t stomped off yet, but that isn’t what your mind wanders to now. What you can’t escape is the newfound danger your life is in now that you’re nothing but a bug. You had been getting smaller your whole life, but now you were truly tiny. There were no kids cloths that could fit you and you might as well forgetting about your social life, no girl wants to date a boy that can substitute for toe lint. Not to mention the odds of you dying again and getting even smaller were huge. You think about everyone in your life and how they’ll treat you now that you can fit under their nails.
Your mother was your biggest concern of course. Usually when she got angry you just left the house until she cooled off. That was no longer an option with the distance from your room to the front door being measured in miles. Your oldest sister Alexis might not abuse you at your new size, but you’re sure your younger sister Taylor will make your life hell. Your crazy goth sister will make sure that underfoot for the rest of your life if she ever got a chance. Now that you can be killed with no difficulty, you expect Taylor will be wearing her stomping boots from now on. You can’t know how you’re friends will react, but you can imagine amusement and disgust from them. It’s all so much to take in and you’ve only been this size for a few hours. What is life going to be like now that you’ll be spending the rest of it this size or smaller.
Everything starts shaking again, your mother’s on the move. You try to judge what’s going on from her footsteps, maybe try and tell if she’s stomping her feet in anger or walking leisurely. But every step she takes feels the same to you. Things slow down again as your mom drives, leaving you once again to worry about an uncertain future. Things have started to get clammy as sweat begins to seep in under your mom’s nails. The pink, soft flesh under her nail is becoming sticky, making it even harder to move. Your legs are glued to the hot, sweaty flesh, adding to your discomfort. A thought enters your mind, not about future dangers, but current ones; what if you get stuck under your mom’s toenail?
The thought of being stuck under her thick, hard toenail any longer the necessary makes you want to throw up. You try to peel your legs off the sticky flesh, but they remain stuck. You take deep, hard breathes of the humid and foul air, telling yourself not to panic. Things start to shake again and you pray that this will unstuck you to the flesh. No luck. Your banged around again, this time with your legs attached to the ground. The shaking stops once more and you wonder how much longer this would take, when light reaches you. Your mom’s removed her sock, meaning her date was over and you’re free. At least you hope. If you’re stuck under her toenail you, doubt your mom will care enough to let you out. Also, who’s to say she plans on letting you out at all?
Before you can start hyperventilating about how screwed you are, everything turns to the side and starts shaking harder then ever before. You’re thrown around for several minutes like a rag doll. Your legs break from the gummy ground only for your face to get stuck to the sticky flesh. You scream before your ripped from the soft flesh under her toenail and thrown out into the light. You think you might have died again as you head into the light, but instead of death you meet a hard wooden surface. Landing on your side, you lie there, staring up at the giant foot belonging to your mover. She’s shaking it with both hands, obviously still trying to get you out. She stops when she sees you and lets go of her foot. You stare up to her giant face, a fear your mind hasn’t considered occurring to you. Depending on how her date went, you mom is either going to be happy or insanely angry. If it’s the latter, you can say goodbye to your current size and hello to an even smaller size.
Time moves slowly for you, as you remained trapped between your mother’s big toe and her toenail. Everything shakes when your mother steps, bouncing you around under her nail and making this even more uncomfortable. It’s broiling in her show, making you sweat heavily and feel woozy. What nearly knocks you out though is the smell of her feet all around you. It’s enough to make your stomach turn and your eyes water. You hate feet and being trapped in one was terrible. It could have been worse though, your mom could have stuck you to that glob of toe jam that you had noticed while painting her nails. It depresses you even more to think that there are worst things that you mom could do to you.
The boredom begins to get to you after a few hours of nothing, not even movement from your mom’s feet. Her date must be going well if she hasn’t stomped off yet, but that isn’t what your mind wanders to now. What you can’t escape is the newfound danger your life is in now that you’re nothing but a bug. You had been getting smaller your whole life, but now you were truly tiny. There were no kids cloths that could fit you and you might as well forgetting about your social life, no girl wants to date a boy that can substitute for toe lint. Not to mention the odds of you dying again and getting even smaller were huge. You think about everyone in your life and how they’ll treat you now that you can fit under their nails.
Your mother was your biggest concern of course. Usually when she got angry you just left the house until she cooled off. That was no longer an option with the distance from your room to the front door being measured in miles. Your oldest sister Alexis might not abuse you at your new size, but you’re sure your younger sister Taylor will make your life hell. Your crazy goth sister will make sure that underfoot for the rest of your life if she ever got a chance. Now that you can be killed with no difficulty, you expect Taylor will be wearing her stomping boots from now on. You can’t know how you’re friends will react, but you can imagine amusement and disgust from them. It’s all so much to take in and you’ve only been this size for a few hours. What is life going to be like now that you’ll be spending the rest of it this size or smaller.
Everything starts shaking again, your mother’s on the move. You try to judge what’s going on from her footsteps, maybe try and tell if she’s stomping her feet in anger or walking leisurely. But every step she takes feels the same to you. Things slow down again as your mom drives, leaving you once again to worry about an uncertain future. Things have started to get clammy as sweat begins to seep in under your mom’s nails. The pink, soft flesh under her nail is becoming sticky, making it even harder to move. Your legs are glued to the hot, sweaty flesh, adding to your discomfort. A thought enters your mind, not about future dangers, but current ones; what if you get stuck under your mom’s toenail?
The thought of being stuck under her thick, hard toenail any longer the necessary makes you want to throw up. You try to peel your legs off the sticky flesh, but they remain stuck. You take deep, hard breathes of the humid and foul air, telling yourself not to panic. Things start to shake again and you pray that this will unstuck you to the flesh. No luck. Your banged around again, this time with your legs attached to the ground. The shaking stops once more and you wonder how much longer this would take, when light reaches you. Your mom’s removed her sock, meaning her date was over and you’re free. At least you hope. If you’re stuck under her toenail you, doubt your mom will care enough to let you out. Also, who’s to say she plans on letting you out at all?
Before you can start hyperventilating about how screwed you are, everything turns to the side and starts shaking harder then ever before. You’re thrown around for several minutes like a rag doll. Your legs break from the gummy ground only for your face to get stuck to the sticky flesh. You scream before your ripped from the soft flesh under her toenail and thrown out into the light. You think you might have died again as you head into the light, but instead of death you meet a hard wooden surface. Landing on your side, you lie there, staring up at the giant foot belonging to your mover. She’s shaking it with both hands, obviously still trying to get you out. She stops when she sees you and lets go of her foot. You stare up to her giant face, a fear your mind hasn’t considered occurring to you. Depending on how her date went, you mom is either going to be happy or insanely angry. If it’s the latter, you can say goodbye to your current size and hello to an even smaller size.
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March 13, 2025
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