Back Story: You are a regular giant family in a land where tiny people and giantes co-exist. Your father recently remarried after a long drawn-out divorce from your mother. His new wife is an Austrian woman he met while he was skiing on holiday in the Alps with you and your siblings. She is a nice woman and you like her very much: in fact, secretly you have a very big crush on her. You sometimes watch her out of the corner of your eye as she is doing the housework. She likes to walk around barefoot or in her favoutite pair of nylons. You admire the way she often plays with her shoes when she is busy, dipping her beautiful arched feet in and out of her black leather shoes and scrunching her soles, getting down on all fours to dust those hard to reach places where you can gaze longingly at her soles. You have become so obsessed with her that you have decided to tak drastic measures. You have often wondered what it would be like to be one of the tiny people and be close to a giant. You have mulled the idea over in your head and fantasised about it. A few years ago, scientists made a break through in inventing a device that would be able to manipulate your genetic material to the point where you would adopt the form factor of those little people. There is a commercially available service that provides such an experience. It is only meant to be a temporary experience within a controlled environment to promote understanding between giants and little ones. You signed up for the service and somehow managed to escape the controlled environment and explore freely. You make it back to your house which takes an abnormally long time due to your new size. You have a plan. You want to sneak into your step mothers handbag and accompany her to work unseen. She works as a maid and you want nothing more than to watch her towering over you as she goes about her daily duties. To the present: Everything has gone according to plan. You sneaked into her handbag and hid in a pocket in her purse. When she arrived at the apartment she has been booked to clean, you cautiously climb out. You can already hear your step mother in the other room, cleaning away. You start to approach the kitchen and see her off in the distance through the doorway. Your heart races. She is wearing her beautiful cleaning outfit and your favourite black shoes along with her favourite patterned, see-through hold ups. You can't wait to get closer. You inch along the floor. she just seems to get immensely large the nearer and nearer you approach. You get as close as possible and look up and are greeted by the wonderous sight of her bare skin and buttocks between her holdups and panties. This is what you have been waiting for. She has no idea that you're there. She is so immersed in cleaning. Even the sounds of her cleaning are glorious to your ears. every brush of the broom, each time she uses the faucet, the clatter of her shoes on the wooden floor: it is all sweet music to you. You are rewarded even further as she begins to slip her feet in and out of her shoes as you've often seen her do before. You are so close that you can smell them and for you, it is simply delightful. Every scrunch of her soles and every dip and heel pop gives you butterflies and turns you on. The danger too! The fact that any moment you could be crushed under those beautiful big nylon covered soles thrills you. You trail her everywhere she goes in the kitchen soaking up every minute of the experience until.......... .......you get a tiny bit too close at one point. She steps back and her heel touches you. You want to run but the youe fall on your back. She has SEEN you! She looks down at you. You can't shout out as one of the side effects of shrinking is losing your voice. What's worse is she doesn't seem to recognise you. Or maybe that's better. It will save you a lot of explaining and embarrassment. She thinks that maybe you are live in the apartment that she's cleaning. She is typically kind and nice and is worried that she may have hurt you. This is a relief to you and you smile with gratitude as she reaches down to put you somewhere more comfortable. She suggests taking you to the other room and she is considerate enough to carry you there on a plate. All the while she is smiling and speaking to you kindly and softly. She places you down on the dining room table and then proceeds to arrange a knife and a fork next to you. It seems like a rather odd thing to do but she is so cheerful and upbeat and, after-all, it's your step-mom. She then goes back to the kitchen and comes back with a handful of condiments. The strangest thing happens next: she begins to sprinkle spices on you. You sneeze and she smiles at you licking her lips. Before long, she has lifted the plate with you on it up to her face and is beginning to trail her tongue across it, licking up the spices and touching your body. You curse yourself for having been so ignorant about what is happening,