Security is not that secure after all. Shrunk in an airport chapter 9 by Louka31

"I don't know," she answers. "What does 'helping you' involve?"

You explain to her your predicament and that you want to go home, and then again ask for her help.

"Well, I can't technically let you in after this incident. You were found in her possession, so you have to remain at the station for the sake of records."

"What do you mean?! I'm a person, not some record!"

"Well, little person," she corrects. "It'll be a bureaucratic nightmare to get the proper clearance to let you through. It'll be easier to just keep you here."

"What!"

"Plus, I always wanted a little man like you. It would be more fun to keep you."

"But..."

Now her face suddenly turned stern and mean as she brought it right up to your body. It was like a house to you. Her lips were directly in front of her mouth. You gasped as you realized that it alone was twice your size.

"I wouldn't talk back to me if I were you," she scolded. As she talked her breath, blew your face and back backwards almost knocking me down. After she finished her statement, she blew a little, toppling you over completely. She smirked in enjoyment as she brought her face back over top of you. Her lips were practically touching you as you lay paralyzed with fear.

"Are we clear?"

"Yes," you reluctantly concede.

"Now the first thing I need for you to do for me, my little man, is giving me a foot rub."

Before you can object, you are picked up and dropped on the ground beneath the desk in between her giant feet. She's wearing heels that she flicks off, nearly falling on top of you.

"Come on. Give them a good rub."

You look at her huge smelly feet. Her toes are wiggling inviting you over. Do you rub them or not?