Planet Nova is an imaginary world where giants and tinies live together in a society. In this chapter, we get a glimpse in the life of a tiny, rebel son, and his giant, loving father.

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Dear reader, meet Johnny and his father, Steve.

The two have could never really see eye to eye, and not only because Johnny was about as big as the middle toe, but also because their personalities were too different, not to mention that they were the products of two different generations and two faces of the same race.

The world they live in is a strange and new one, far away from our reality. Nova, a planet populated by a race similar to us, in appearance, customs, clothing and more - there is one striking difference. They can either be giant (from the perspective of the tinies), or really small (from the perspective of the giants). Neither group knows which one of them is normal-sized, for animals and vegetation also come in different sizes.

The society of the Novians appears to be content with the differences between it's members, although is clear as day that the giants are favored. They have access to higher education, good-paying jobs, laws and rights et cetera, while the tiny members are the backbone of the industry, working long hours for hardly any compensation. They don't see it that way however, for tinies consume considerably less than the giants, and so, in order to have a decent lifestyle, they require far less.
But back to our protagonists.

Steve was a an impressive man, even by giant standards - rosing to a full 6 feet and 4 inches. His frame was thin though, broad shoulders, yes, long arms, legs, big hands and size 14 feet to match, wide and meaty...but still, at the end of the day, he was a doctor working at the neighborhood clinic. He was known around the town for being a sweet and caring man, almost too much so - constantly the target of jokes for allowing his /tiny/ son too much freedom.
On the other end of the spectrum, there was Johnny. He was average-sized for a tiny, but had an impressive physique to make up for whatever he lacked. A high-school athlete, star of the soccer team. Having been treated all his life like a prince by his Dad, the boy has managed to develop the ego of one, knowing that his protector was a finger-snap away.

On weekend days, such as this saturday morning, Johnny works out in his room, safely secured to his old man's desk...much to his annoyance.
Coming out of his room, tiny sweaty arms flexed at his chest. The raven-haired young man gives his mountain of a father an angry stare. "Dad!" He yells, which makes the giant jump a little on his chair, startled for a second.
He turns his gaze in the direction of the voice, messy auburn hair falling over his emerald green eyes, mirroring the ones his son has inherited, a kind, relieved smile on his face, adorning his slightly stubbly chin and wide, broad jaw...his heart beat so hard for a second, terrified that his son was yelling for help, but luckily, that was not the case. "Yes love, what is the problem?"
"Must you really use your laptop now? Your typing pisses me off and makes a mess of my room, you know, is shaking up everything!"
Steve pouts his lip in fake sadness, taking off his glasses to do his best puppy-eyed face he could. "But Johnny, I thought that was the deal, we spend time together on weekends, not my fault I have to work a little from home. Come on boy, just let your Papi do this, and I'll buy you some new clothes."
Johnny's frown deepened, putting his hands on his hips and was about to reply, but he swallows, and instead just storms back into his room.
"Daddy loves you too." Steve replies with a smile, snickering to himself as he continued to work on his laptop, they both knew that Johnny talks a big game, but even he's smart enough not to make too much of a scene, the survival instinct always kicks in and shuts his mouth before he pushes his luck too far...even though his father would never hurt him, not even in his darkest nightmares.



Later that evening, the two were watching T.V together, with Steve stretched out on the long couch, and Johnny on the coffee table, sitting in his own, very comfortable massage chair. The movie was boring, and Steve was the first to fall asleep, once again, much to his son's annoyance,as he was not the biggest fan of his snoring. He hated feeling trapped like an animal, isolated on the coffee table, unable to care for himself, go anywhere or do anything but wait for his old man to wake up.
But worse than snoring, was his restless sleep, always moving and kicking - and as he starts doing that, one giant hands comes and sweeps off Johnny from the table, together with his chair, and makes him fall all the way down on his Dad's slippers.

He lands on the insole, elastic from having been worn the past few months by the monolith, the imprint of his gigantic sole much too obvious. Johnny knew about his Dad's foot fetish, yet he never experienced it first-hand until now, the atmosphere surrounding him being a thick mist, with fumes coming out of every pore on the leather sole, going upwards and forming dark, grey clouds that would muffle all of the boy's cries. To his terror, it was as if the flip-flop became a planet of it's own, and his Dad a God, somewhere far above, a powerful, mythical creature.
The heat was rising with every passing second for little Johnny, his clothes felt tight on him and he was beginning to sweat. Still, he remembered the way he was facing while falling, and if his assumptions were correct, he was close to the toe-area, then is just a little jump away to freedom - and thus, weakened but determined, he begins the long walk.

Having never listened to his peers, or cared much to read and learn about safety, Johnny hadn't the faintest idea about the hormones in a giant's sweat and odour, especially his father's, that makes sure to keep his musk as rich and strong as possible. For a little man like Johnny, that was never once before exposed to this stimuli, and being at the age where his body is most receptive of it...he was soon going to experience the sensation of a lifetime.
Before long, he could feel his body growing exhausted more and more, and the gray, musky environment began to be littered with...buildings? His school? The soccer field too? He was confused, and scared too as they looked damaged, crushed, in ruins. The young man gulps, unable to understand what is going on and soon, very soon he found himself walking down an abandoned city, destroyed and ruined, right on his Dad's dirty, sweaty insole. He knew it could not be possible, but it was all too real. Every building was covered in thick, cotton lint, colored dark-purple, just like the nylon socks Steve has been wearing for the past few weeks. The insole material under his feet felt damp, spongy, almost as if trying to suck poor Johnny in.
"No, no no...this isn't right." his heartbeat increasing, forcing him to inhale more of the musk, once again falling down to his knees, unable to get back up - defeated - the young man collapses to the side, half of his face buried in the deep, wet imprint. The sweat forcing itself into his mouth and down his throat.

Just when he regained consciousness, Johnny found himself licking the insole, chewing on whatever piece of sock lint he finds. The fog has cleared out, there were no more buildings and he apparently made it to the edge of the flip flop, right in the middle of the big toe area. "Shit...I hallucinated!" he yells frustratedly, having regained his fire, trying to spit back as much of the lint and sweat as he could, even though the taste was not as repulsive as he would have thought.

"S-son...?" Steve's groggy and...shocked voice thundered softly from above, massive earthquakes followed as the man's two enormous feet were firmly planted on either side of the tiny boy. "What...what are you doing down there?" the giant asked, rubbing his eyes and reaching for the glasses, wanting to get a better look at what was going on.
"N-nothing! No! Sir-- Dad!" Johnny shouted, almost crying on his knees and begging to be believed. "No! This...this isn't what it looks like- I swear!"

"D'aww..." Steve coo-ed, a big smile plastered on his face. "So that's why you're always trying so hard to push me away, you're just embarrassed to admit how much you love your Daddy." He giggled, much to his son's...horror. "Dad...n- no-." He gulped, feeling how the world he knew up to this point was was falling apart under his father's gentle yet playful gaze.
"Shhh...is alright, you know how much I like having tinies servicing my feet, why didn't you say anything?" Steve was now not even looking at Johnny as he put on his socks, purple nylon, the material stretched to the limit on his wide, meaty feet.

Johnny, terrified, tried to move, to run away, to jump and hide, anything, yet he found himself unable to do any of those, just follow his Father's sole with his gaze as he put on the intoxicating socks. "I...can't move. No, Dad, Dad I can't move!" He yelled, crying out this time, unable to hold back his tears. It wasn't even as if he was glued to the spot, but his body was simply ignoring his orders.

"I know, because I don't want you to move." Steve replied calmly as he inserted one foot in the other flip-flop. "Weekend is not over yet, little love." He grinned, winking and blowing him a kiss, just before inserting his other foor in, burying his son under his sock, right between his big and second toe, his little muffled cries sending out nice, relaxing vibrations.

"Now that I know the truth, is time for Daddy to have some fun, too."