AVERAGE DAY

WARNING: This story contains large amounts of unoriginal, stale plot lines. Recycled ideas and settings occur in spades. Those who would rather not read about the "average high school student" with the "unvoiced GTS fantasy" who one day "wakes up to realize his deepest desire has come true," as well as those who are easily offended by the "overuse of quotation marks," are advised to find another story. Those who are willing to tough out the tired cliche of a plot may be rewarded with unbridled hilarity and other wonderful benefits that generally come with stories written...

BY THE WORDMASTER


It's an average day and nothing really stands out
I'm just skatin' on the same route
I'm feelin' fine, I've got nothin' to complain about
I'm on my way
It's just an average day

-- "Alarm Clock", The W's


Life isn't easy for the average American teenager, and that's just what I am. Tyler Watson's the name, slackin' my way through senior year is my game. I'm fairly tall, 6' 3", and pretty well muscled (I used to be on the basketball team). Grade-wise, I'm a solid C student. I've got a pathetic job as a cashier at the local grocery store, a steady girlfriend (Joanne. Love ya, baby!), and no real plans for the future. Just like every other high school student in America.

Now, enter the difficult part.

My parents got divorced when I was 13, and my dad died shortly after remarrying, so I ended up living with my stepmom and two extrememly hot stepsisters, Amy and Karie. Karie and I are both 18 now; Amy's 21 and moved out a while ago. Although we technically aren't related, it's still frowned upon to hook up with your stepsister, so I've had to spend years keeping my pent-up lust for my sisters from exploding.

Enter the really difficult part.

I'm a GTS freak. Don't know when or why it started, but I can't get enough of the giantess boards. The sight of a female foot sends chills down my spine (sandals are a gift from God, I must say). Of course, my height prevents me from finding a chick who could even come close to satisfying my hidden desires, so my whole sex life has been confined to internet collages and my overactive imagination.

Until today.

Today, I woke up three inches tall.

Don't ask me why. I didn't wish on any shooting stars, didn't slip in any pools of unknown chemicals, wasn't the victim of some witch's curse. I just woke up in an extremely large bed to an extremely loud alarm clock.

But here's the kicker:

Nobody else seems to notice.

They're all acting like my being tinified is as normal as could be. In fact, it all started at around 6:30 this morning....

****

BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP

I slammed my fist down where the "snooze" alarm usually was, but my hand rebounded off a surprisingly soft and cushiony substance. Groggily, I stirred myself awake, yawned, and stretched. My alarm still blaring, I peered about the room to figure out what the heck was going on. My knees turned to jelly as I gaped at my gigantic surroundings. I stood on an enormous field of a mattress. My alarm clock was a few hundred yards away. I was tiny. Very tiny. The mattress suddenly shifted alarmingly, heaving downwards as if a great weight had settled on the other side. I slid down the sloping surface and collided with a large, warm object. Karie's forearm. She was kneeling on the floor, resting her head atop her folded arms, which she placed on my mattress.

"Karie!" I screamed in amazement. "My god! Why the hell are you in my room?"

"Hmmf. Y'know, you're not the most chipper of people on a Monday morning." Without the slightest warning, her long-fingered hand plucked forwards, wrapping around me. I was pressed face first into her soft, sweet scented palm. I wriggled about, forcing myself upwards. The warmth of her hand on my body produced quite a bit of sweat, and the going got easier as I was lubricated with its salty wetness. I popped my head out from her fist and began shouting.

"Karie! Let go of me! What do you think you're doing?"

Karie giggled as she rose to her feet, me protesting all the while. A sense of vertigo seized me as she raised her fist towards her face. What seemed like miles of her satiny nightshirt panned past me. Her shirt was very flimsy, and she was obviously naked underneath. Upon seeing the bulging swell of breasts, her nipples standing out darkly against her creamy white skin, I fell silent, staring in awe. She continued raising me, forcing me to tear my eyes from her cleavage to her gigantic face. Her thick, luscious lips curved upwards in a grin and her warm breath washed over me as she spoke.

"What do I think I'm doing? Silly little Tyler, I'm doing what we do every morning."

I shook my head a bit, clearing my head of the disorientation caused by her booming voice.

"We're going to take a shower..."

***

I found myself standing nude beside the sink in our bathroom. The thundering of water gushing from the showerhead drowned out all other sounds. Karie's slinky nightshirt lay in a heap on the tiled floor, and she stood naked, her back towards me, testing the temperature of the water. The muscles of her heart-shaped ass flexed as she shifted her weight from foot to foot. I couldn't tear my eyes away from her beautiful buttocks. She turned towards me, her lovely face peering out from her somewhat tangled mane of chestnut-brown hair. Those silky locks dangled downwards, partially obscuring her generous bosom. She reached her hand towards me, palm up, forming a platform.

"Hop on," she grinned, "the water's fine."

Hesitantly, I once again found myself in the palm of her hand, though this time under less constrictive circumstances. She stepped past the shower curtain and into the tub. An overwhelmingly powerful waterfall beared down on me, forcing me onto my back. Karie quickly curled her fingers up into a cage, shielding me from the more forceful drops. With her other hand she picked up a bar of soap. She swirled it about in her fist, creating a foamy lather. She turned, allowing the water to strike her back so I would not be knocked out of her grasp. Looking downwards, I watched the water swirl about her feet, several hundred feet below. I backed towards the center of her palm, but was stopped by her soap-covered hand. Her fingers worked quickly, spreading lather all over my body. I gasped and squeezed my eyes shut. Karie felt my struggles.

"What's wrong? You're acting like this is the first time we've ever done this."

"Isn't it?" I shouted, trying to make my tiny voice heard.

She laughed as she ran me quickly under the water, washing away the soap. "Oh, Tyler, you're a riot. Now c'mon." She placed the bar of soap before me. "It's my turn."

I stared up at her face, water streaming down from her wet hair, searching for some sign of sarcasm. There was none. I walked forwards, placed my hands on the soap, and rubbed vigorously, building up a lather. She positioned her hand at strategic locations around her body, allowing me to spread the foam over her skin. Tremblingly at first, my mind swimming with the strange events of this morning, but gaining confidence as I noticed how completely at ease with the situation Karie was, I stretched out my arms and caressed my step-sister's skin. I finally had the chance to live out my fantasy; I was a mere three inches tall, touching and fondling one of the hottest girls I had ever seen.

My fingers danced along the long towers of her legs, moved upwards to rub the ass I had eagerly watched for years, played along her tummy, poking in and out of her bellybutton, stroking and caressing her breasts, lingering especially on her nipples. Karie luxuriated in my ministrations, twisting and turning under the shower. All too soon, she shut the water off and stepped out of the tub. She vigorously rubbed a towel over her body, keeping a corner dry for me.

"That was great, Tyler. I don't know what came over you, but that was better than ever. Now, mom's going to drive us to school."

'Better than ever?' I wondered. 'You mean we've done this before? What's going on?'

***

"Karie, Tyler!" called my stepmom from downstairs, "Hurry up or you'll be late!"

Karie, after dressing and laying out a tiny set of clothes for me (leaving me to wonder again at what exactly had happened to me and why everyone seemed prepared for it), gripped me in her hand and hustled downstairs. She held me at chest level, and I watched her bountiful breasts jiggle and bounce as she jogged down the stairway.

My stepmom was dressed for work in as sexy a suit as her office would allow. Her red lacquered nails peeped from her open-toed sandals. Her nylon-clad legs stretched up under her almost scandalously short skirt. Her neckline plunged dangerously low. I whistled inwardly, then gasped as I realized that my adoptive mother's reaction to my condition would likely be less than favorable. To my immense surprise, she gave a cheery "Good morning!" plucked me from my sister's hand and tucked me into her cleavage. I was surrounded by firm titflesh from every side, drinking in the heady scent of my mother's perfume.

"Let's get a move on," she chirped as she made her way out the door, her sandals clicking and clacking with every step, her breasts heaving and bouncing around me. Turned on as I was, I had to say something.

"Mom," I began, "don't you notice something out of the ordinary today?"

"Of course, honey." I sighed in relief. "The two of you are running later every morning. What takes you so long in that shower anyway?"

So much for discovering what was wrong with me. Karie and my mother, with me in tow, entered the car and sped off towards school.

***

Upon entering, Karie set me down and headed off down the hallway. "See ya after school, Tyler," she called over her shoulder.

"Wait! Wait!" I cried. I started running, pumping my tiny legs furiously, but try as I might I couldn't match my sister's colossal strides. She was quickly lost to my sight and I was alone in a forest of towering teenagers.

It's amazing how different everything looks from three inches off the ground. The first thing I noticed was how dirty the floor was. Dirt and grime, caked so deeply into the tiling that it would never be cleaned off, once-insignificant, now patently obvious bits of litter, candy bar wrappers, and discarded chewing gum. This school was filthy. But I quickly realized a three inch tall student wouldn't get very far with his eyes on the ground.

A thundering boom sent shockwaves through the ground, and a tremendous blast of wind knocked me forwards. I scrambled to my feet and spun around. An absolutely gigantic foot stood behind me, encased in a stylish pair of cream-colored, high-heeled, strappy sandals. Unpainted toenails peeped from beneath the patent leather. A faint odor emanated from the directino of this enormous foot. Now, as feet go, this was not the most attractive specimen. But to me, it was heavenly. My first up close and personal encounter with the female foot! A glorious moment. But all too soon, it ended.

The short, somewhat rough toes splayed as their owner pressed her weight down. The heel rose higher and higher, and the foot suddenly lifted off the ground. It passed far overhead with a "whoosh" as its owner continued her trek down the hallway. I stood stock still for a moment, then began to tremble with fear. Had that foot fallen scant inches farther forwards... I shuddered. A misplaced step, a stumble, a dropped bookbag or even pencil could end my life in a second. I swallowed hard and turned my gaze upwards, keeping my eyes peeled for possible danger. Hugging the wall, dodging and weaving, I made my way to my locker. But once I arrived...

"How in the hell am I supposed to get up there?" I exclaimed, staring up at my combination lock, several stories above me. I spun around when I heard a sweet voice call, "Need some help, big fella?" Upon turning, the most beautiful feet in the world graced my vision. They were soft and petite, with high, graceful arches and well-turned ankles. The toes were short, sweetly shaped and perfectly proportioned. Each nail was meticulously French pedicured, squared off and coated in a clear shiny polish with the very tip painted a glistening white. They were housed in a pair of tall, black platform flip-flops. I knew in a flash whose feet these were.

My eyes traced the silky smooth skin that soared majestically upwards, was hidden momentarily by a pair of denim shorts, then resumed, revealing a chubby tummy. Perky, firm breasts hid behind a white belly shirt, brushed lightly by long, silky brown hair. Framed by that soft hair was the sweetest face imaginable, like the face of Heaven's cutest angel. Beth Lockman, my long-time crush. I couldn't even begin to count the number of times I had ogled her beautiful form, but I had never had the courage to talk to her directly. But apparently the ladies love a three-inch man.

"Lemme give ya a hand." And that's just what she did. She bent down, giving me a wonderful view straight down her shirt, and extended her hand, palm up, much like Karie had done earlier. Speechless, I nodded and stepped onto her palm. Her skin was so soft, so silky. She giggled as I stroked her skin, tracing her lifeline. "Hang on." I was pressed into her yielding flesh as she rose. My surrounding blurred and whizzed past as we ascended. When we reached my lock, we stopped abruptly, jarring me further. I fumbled with the lock a bit, but my insignificant strength combined with my shock at standing in the palm of my dream girl made my efforts useless. She giggled again and I watched her long, manicured fingers deftly spin the dial for me.

As I watched those stunningly gorgeous fingers twist and turn my lock, I finally found my voice. "Beth, how come you know my combo?"

She chuckled. "Oh, Tyler. You act as if I've never helped you get to class before."

"So... you do this a lot?"

"Well, whenever Joanne isn't around." She pulled my books from the locker. "Now c'mon. We've got some math to do."

***

I'm not sure when it happened, but I ended up spending my math class at Beth's feet. I straddled her foot and gripped her toes, rubbing and caressing each. I exerted quite a bit of effort massaging Beth's feet, and she didn't make it easy on me. She would flex her toes, spreading them widely to keep them out of my reach. Then, when I had finally gotten a handhold on her smooth, warm toes, she would curl them, crushing my hands between their vice-like grip. I placed a kiss on each of her shiny toenails, licking every inch of her delectable flesh. The way her feet writhed under my ministrations and her delighted moaning and sighing from above led me to believe that she very much enjoyed me as her footslave.

The ninety minutes of math flew by, and Beth and I had to part for second period. She dropped me off at history and gave me a good-bye wave. I waved giddily after her, wondering again why she didn't seem to find anything odd about my loss of height. I entered history and perched atop my desk. Note-taking was difficult, as I kept sneaking peeks at the girls around me. It was amazing to be seeing them from my new angle. From the looks of things, many of them enjoyed looking down on me. More than one girl flushed and averted her eyes when I my gaze met hers. None were quite as bold as Beth, however.

Lunchtime was a very different story...

***

"C'mon, Becky! You've been playing with him for ten minutes straight! It's my turn!"

"And when Ashley's done, I get him next!"

"Nuh-uh! I was next!"

"Becky, you said I could get him after you!"

Becky was in no position to settle the debate of my next "playmate", as she was busy holding back her shouts of pleasure. I was stuffed down her panties, tickling her engorged pussy lips and hunting for her clit. Her juices flowed copiously over my body as she grunted and sweated. This was the third girl I had pleasured this lunch period alone, and my hands and arms were beginning to ache.

Don't ask me how this happened. These girls were crazy about me. They couldn't keep their hands off me, and I, a horny high-schooler, was in no position to fend off their advances. After I had gratified Becky, I clambered out of her cotton panties and awaited her hand to pluck me up and place me back on the tabletop. A dozen grinning girls huddled around me, waiting for me to catch my breath. As soon as I was ready, Ashley, the apparent winner of the argument, gripped me and lifted me towards her chest. She unbuttoned a few buttons of her blouse and began pulling her bra cup away from her chest. "Remember these babies?" she growled in a sultry voice. I had no idea what she was talking about, nor did I care. It seemed everyone was perfectly happy with me as Tyler Watson, the Incredible Shrunken High Schooler. I eagerly watched Ashley's tits draw nearer, when my descent was suddenly interrupted.

"Tyler! What's going on?"

The girls froze, staring at the source of the piercing shriek. I tore my eyes away from Ashley's breasts to see Joanne standing there with her hands on her hips and a very dangerous glint in her eye. The girls mumbled several incoherent sentences and quickly bolted away from the table. I stood, gaping at my obviously pissed girlfriend. With all the excitement of being shrunk, I had completely forgotten I was attatched.

"Hey, Joanne," I managed weakly.

"Don't you 'hey Joanne' me!" she began darkly. "I thought we had this little talk before."

"What... what do you mean?"

Her scowl grew even darker, if possible. "You promised you'd stop fooling around with other women! Especially Beth!"

I did remember promising that, but certainly that didn't apply under these circumstances. On reflection, that was a thought I probably shouldn't have shared with Joanne.

She swept me into her hands and began squeezing. "WHAT? You think you can go prancing about with anyone you want?"

As the air was quickly crushed from my lungs, I did my best to choke out: "Excuse me, Joanne! But don't you notice that I'm three freakin' inches tall, here?"

Tears filled her eyes, as she relaxed her grip, dropping me to the tabletop. She began to sniffle. "Why do you think I fell in love with you?" She spun around and ran crying from the lunchroom.

***

I couldn't move for a while. I lay gasping for breath on the table. Thankfully, a passing freshman girl carefully lifted me up and took me to the nurse. She decided my injuries weren't as serious as they could have been, and her recommendation was that I head home and rest up.

In bed, I lay napping for a few hours until Karie came home. She knocked lightly on my door and entered. "Hey, Tyler. How you feeling?"

I grimaced. "I'll live, I think."

She grinned. "Hey, guess what! Amy's coming over tonight."

"Really?"

"Yeah. Mom's making a special dinner. You feel up to joining us?"

"Of course!" I grinned. Amy was even more attractive than Karie. I knew I should be more careful with who I fooled around with after Joanne's display of displeasure, but this was a once in a lifetime shot as far as I was concerned.

I was carried gently to the dinner table by Karie. Amy was there, in all her college-wisened glory. She wore her blonde hair short, cut just below her ears, which sported dangling hoop earrings. Her face was radiant as she greeted her family for the first time in months. She wore a low cut v-neck T-shirt which exposed a great deal of cleavage. I couldn't see much else because the rest of her body was hidden below the table. Even if she had been standing, I would have had a hard time pulling my eyes away from her prominent chest.

We ate and chatted a bit. When the conversation turned to my day at school and my "accident" with Joanne, Amy looked concerned.

"Oh, poor Tyler. How are you feeling now?" Her voice was tender and soft.

"I'm still a little sore, to tell the truth," I responded.

"Well, I know just the thing to work the kinks out of you. Mom, Karie, would you excuse us?" They nodded their assent and Amy scooped me up in her hands. She strolled out of the kitchen and into my bedroom.

I was in heaven. Amy's hands were amazing. She had pampered them since her childhood with lotions and oils, and baby-soft skin was her reward. She put me down on the bed and told me to undress. I did so without hesitation. I lay on my face as she commanded and was shocked as her fingers went to work, kneading and massaging my back. Gently, she probed my aching ribs, working carefully to ease my pain. My muscles turned to jelly under her skilled touch. My member, on the other hand, grew rock hard. The soft pads of her fingertips carressed me; I sighed in pleasure. A sudden coldness on my body caused me to tense up again.

"Shhh..." she reassured me, "It's just baby oil."

The flowery scent of the lotion reached my nostrils and I relaxed as she rubbed it deep into my skin. Without warning, her fingernails slipped under me and she flicked me upwards, tossing me onto my back. I lay face-up, my erection plainly visible. I tried to cover it, but her fingers blocked my arms. She smiled down on me and applied another dollop of baby oil to her fingertips.

"You know, we haven't done this for a while, little bro. It's one of the few things I've missed at college." She pinched my penis between finger and thumb, depositing a large amount of cool lotion on my raging hard on. She began to pump up and down, her lubricated fingertips slipping easily along my body. I twisted and writhed under her ministrations, holding back my impending release. The pleasure mounted until I couldn't take it any longer. I came, pumping what seemed like gallons of cum from my tiny cock. It was quickly lost among the copious baby oil, but Amy knew I was spent.

Her lips came down on me, engulfing my face in a warm kiss. "Now, you go to bed and sleep this one off. I guarantee in the morning you'll feel much better."

"Amy, I don't think I can feel better than I do right now!"

She giggled. "Here, I'll leave the TV on for you." She placed the remote control by my pillow and switched on my room's set. She then rose to leave, switching the lights off after her.

I tried to focus on the TV, but couldn't stop the events of the day from replaying in my head. I wearily made my way to my pillow and collapsed in a heap. Before I slipped away into slumber, a verse from a song floated through my brain:

I turned off the TV and went to bed
After all, tomorrow is a big day
And not an average day.

I fell asleep with a smile on my face.



The End