title: Lint Enabler aliases: [] tags: [FA] author: [SpeckLaz] id: [47537597] date: 星期六, 十一月 12日 2022, 12:16:45 凌晨 modified: 星期六, 十一月 12日 2022, 12:53:46 凌晨

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Lint Enabler

Author: SpeckLaz Source: Lint Enabler

This is the official debut of Tay in my writing! She was a side character in a story I had commissioned over a decade ago, you can read it here: At the Protector's Feet. It was supposed to be a trilogy and she would've been the main character in the second story, but alas, it never went further. So here she is, and in the usual fashion, she's nothing but a mass of mischief and you're her favorite target.

You and Tay are friends with a comfort level between each other where playful size shenanigans often happen. This time it seems the shark has decided she's going to take it a bit further than usual, and you may end up with an unexpected change...

If you had to choose a word to describe Tay most would choose “Shark”, “Sharp”, or “Sleek”.

But you and she were both on a level that would yield other words, such as “Tease”, “Bait”, or “Enabler”.

There it is: “Enabler” - perfect.

Today was no exception. You both ran together a few days a week. It was relaxing, a good time to catch up. Yet Tay had other plans. You knew that smile. Laced with razor-sharp teeth. A squared-off stare of desire. Hints of planned thought in her eyes. She put in the work to plan this. You were now ensnared in her net.

The shrink ray came out. There was no weight of surprise in your body. That came when the trigger stayed pressed. Your size sent plunging down to a humiliating speck. What was she thinking? Yes, you were tougher when smaller, but not completely invincible to the world’s perils!

Tay licked her finger, coating it from the clawed tip down to the second knuckle in a wet sheen. With stillness, she leaned down to press it into you. A skyscraper finger extended from a stadium fist. The floor around you groaned under her continental weight. Its smooth, gray body pressed onto you with surprising care. No matter her size she always seemed aware of intending no discomfort…immediately.

You adhered to the skin’s surface and lifted up, her body an impressive sight as you launched to her eyes. A blur of white and gray. Her natural, cool colors betray her mischievous intent.

“Workout time,” she whispered, shaking your bones. Vertigo but downwards. The finger, you attached, moved towards a familiar sight: her running shoes. You both had expressed certain things you both enjoyed about them. But you’d been a tangible size before, not the present mite she's made you.

“Alright tiny,” her voice distant and detonating as her finger hovered. The entrance to her running shoe was like a cave of proportions beyond natural. If your mind wasn't so clouded with the intoxication of arousal it would be unsettling. Unfortunately for you, you were fortunate to have a mind focused on enjoyment.

“Do your best to survive.”

You knew that insole well. Shaped to her sleek, four-toed shark paw over a few years of use. The heel would be a hard place to find sanctuary, but there were safe spots. You'd likely need some time to find them. A major unknown flashed across your mind, wondering if Tay would allow you the time to do so.

Your preemptive planning interrupted: a massive lurch. She stuffed her hand inside, the finger you’re on going deep into the abyss of her shoe’s interior. The light became scarce. Her paw's musk became the aura of your world. The insole landscape below was a monument to the power she put into it with little thought.

Ahead of you, the finger’s claw scratched around. Tay was feeling for something. The search didn’t take long: the insole’s toeprints.

Tay was not playing fair at all today.

Her finger dropped to the front of a toeprint. You detached and tumbled without fanfare, skipping across a synthetic surface. You heard her muffled giggle high above, “What a powermove.”

The finger exited, taking with it the last of the outside world’s light. Replaced by Tay’s paw, four clawed toes, rumbling as they wiggled, skidding into the shoe.

You thought of Tay's quartet of massive shark toes as invaders, but you realized…this is where they belong. You were the one in their territory.

There was no mercy. She slid her shoe on, as she had countless times before. Nothing to think about. The vibrations, noise, heat, humidity, pressure, danger, fear you were experiencing - these were nothing but myths to the normal-sized. To them, it would have been the simple sight of her cute toes wiggling, bulging the shoe's fabric.

At your size there was no knowing what was occurring. Every second was the same chaos. Even stillness, you were so small that it was anything but. There was no break for you. Survival was what you needed to embrace. You felt the dread as you slipped between her canyon toes, and more to hear her voice:

“Hang on,” she paused for emphasis, “…Lint.”

A single word said with such little care. Soaked in smugness. Nonchalant at best. This massive being was your friend...wasn't she? Did she still think of you as…no…you were…she called you…that word…so many pegs down existence…did you even exist anymore? Her satisfied voice was bouncing around your head…

…“Lint.”

A splash of heated salt water brought you back. That monumental paw was in retreat, sliding away. Shards of light began to appear around her instep, then in the spaces between her toes, then that paw was gone.

What happened? Was Tay done running?

You were…“Lint”, weren't you?

You slapped your body, and your mind fought back. No. You weren’t lint. You were her friend. And you weren’t injured, but you sat there drenched. You were going to smell like her paws for weeks. She wasn’t going to let you hear the end of this, especially with her sense of smell. Damn sharks.

So many questions. What happened to the time she was running? Did it pass without you noticing? What did you do? Why weren’t you between her toes? That’s where lint belon—you shook your head. You want that thought out of your mind…but you felt a pang to revisit it…again…li—

You inhaled deep. The conquering musk of her workout now staining your insides. Might as assist in marking yourself inside and out by her. The slow exhale blew air against your body. It felt colder, the shoes were scorching. You’d need to cool off soon, and Tay would be coming to get you, too.

There's only one way out, the way you came in. A march back to the opening at the heel. No finger for transport this time. That didn't sound nice, a blind poke and prod until you'd be stuck.

With a body that ached, you put one foot in front of the other. There was a consideration of jogging, but it was too hot, and you were too fatigued. You could feel that you’d need several days to recover from this. Your body beaten, yet you hadn’t broken.

Scattered thoughts came into your head. You needed water. You needed food. You needed a body massage. You needed an ice bath. You needed a nap. You needed Tay’s toes, it’s where lint belo—hitting your head, you tried to clear your thoughts as best you could. What was going on with you?

You reached halfway down the dark mark of the arches that Tay’s powerful shark paws plastered in the insole. Here the conditions became more reasonable. Fresher air was a blessing, and the temperature sometimes felt downright chilly. You’re unsure how to feel. You like Tay’s warmth and her musk, but that would be an incredible level of submission to her, far beyond your usual. But this…situation she had put you in…was far beyond the usual. Quite an evening for a humble piece of lin—NO, you were yourself. Yourself. YOURSELF!

Reaching the end of the shoe's interior, you walked enough that the shoe’s entrance began to show the world. But one last glance back at the other world you came from. The dark, wet world of Tay’s running shoe. The bright-colored insole darkened into defeat by those powerful shark paws.

You felt a presence behind yourself. A blast of air and then a rumble sends you to the spongy, saturated, fibrous ground. You wondered if it was Tay sitting down somewhere close. You rolled over onto your back and saw Tay was, indeed, somewhere close. The sharp end of shark snout was at the threshold of her shoe’s opening. Her two eyes. Massive, compared to your inconsequential form, had locked with yours. She was awe-inspiring, and even though you knew she wouldn’t hurt you, you still felt some fear. That didn't last long. Once you noticed the green of her irises, it brought a level of relaxation she always instilled in you.

There was a surge of air slipping into her nostrils. Eyelids closed. A satisfied smirk spread above you. She was, for lack of a better way to describe it…enjoying her own brand. She was sharing that experience with you as much as she could at her massi— normal size. Right: it was you who was tiny, remember? Nothing but lin—no, a speck. SPECK.

Proud of herself, she opened her eyes. Looking back down at you, there was a moment between you two. A speck and a mountain gave each other an acknowledgment. Two forms, each of them sizes near incomprehensible to each other. One was nothing of concern, the other was a force of nature. Yet you and her paused, appreciative.

Then it turned awkward as she kept both of those sharp eyes on your minuscule form. It was now like a floppy handshake, or a hug going too long. You scratch your head and shuffle a little. It was beginning to become a little embarrassing. Um...what now?

Tay noticed and grinned.

“I said survive. I never said get out.”

She winked.