George Fox Chronicles: I heard you like paws. (Chapter 2)

As Anika and Gabe got to the mall, George was starting to feel the heat of Anika’s foot. During the time in the car, George was able to use his arms to clear an area around him so that his back was pressed on the insole when Anika started taking steps again.
The numbness was gone. It was just the steps and the tingling that he was used to. This he could be stuck with the entire day and not have it matter.
Anika and Gabe got out of the pop culture merchandise shop to sit on a chair. George figured now that Anika was finished walking, he could take out his phone to listen to tunes. He figured the phone speaker wasn’t loud enough inside the boot to make Anika hear him in there, so he proceeded to play the Rockoon’s number one smash hit song… over Bluetooth. 
Conveniently, a piece of fluff on her pink and white striped fluffy knee high socks in the right boot was placed on the power button of George’s home theater system, which survived Anika’s foot thanks to the protection mode. The jolt of the final step going to the bench outside the store was what turned the sound system on. 
The audio didn’t play through George’s cell phone speaker. It played through his sound system in the other boot… It was faint, but Anika could almost tell it was playing. “Someone must have loud headphones around here. Is… Is that the Rockoons?” Anika said. Gabe couldn’t hear a thing, sitting further away. “Must just be you, check if your phone’s on.” George didn’t hear the music at first.
George was still trying to troubleshoot his phone, then through the muffled walls of the boot, he heard Anika talking. Did he unintentionally pair with her more massive phone? He had just upgraded his Cybercanid operating system Nexus phone (which replaced his old teleportation phone) with a space time upgrade, but it wouldn’t pair to random phones, would it? Then he remembered… He paired his home theater the night before… “Oh boy, hope she doesn’t notice enough to take off her boots…” George said. 
As Anika stood up, the music was still blasting from her right toes, but the next step pushed the power button again. She wiggled her toes standing up and the button was no longer in pressing range of the fuzz of her sock. George liked the occasional toe wiggle, and contemplated hugging her toes whilst she did that. But he knew the only way he was getting out was at Anika’s house. Letting her know something was in her boot this early was too risky.
The drive home for Anika was uneventful in her mind, but to George, he had to resist temptation. Anika’s toe curling caused him to initially start touching the fuzzy parts of her sock, but the brainwave came to him… That was his way out. With a plan set, he knew once he heard the creak of the door of Anika’s place, he had to cling on for dear life to either her toe or the fuzz of the sock.
An hour later, Gabe and Anika were over the bridge and back home. George heard the engine stop, then felt the steps going up to the door. Once he heard the door creak, George rushed to climb the sock, but realized that the top of the sock was the place where the most friction occurs between the foot and the boot… In desperation, he went underneath the foot and clinged on.
Anika was impressed by the merchandise she got, mostly rainbow socks and superhero shirts. As she set the items down on her kitchen table, she went to the living room to turn on her TV. Gabe was tired, so he went back to his room and closed the door.
George was confused. Usually someone takes off their boots going into a house… Maybe she felt these were really comfortable?
Anika put her legs and boots on the table and George felt a violent jolt. At least he could feel the insole at his back now, but he was not certain how long she was going to watch TV…
Hours pass by and several programs end. The occasional foot and leg flex brushed the fuzz over George as he continues to wait, whilst eating his gum.
Finally, a superhero commercial reminds Anika he needs to try on some of her merchandise. She ran to the kitchen to grab her bag and set it on the coffee table in front of her couch. George didn’t know it, but soon the foot was going to come out of the boot…
She got the rainbow socks from her shopping bag first. Her left foot started pulling out of the boot. George felt the fuzz start moving more than the usual foot wiggle, and realized it in time to cling on, but the pressure from her foot already integrated him into the sock. George looked back to see the number 9, indicating Carmelita and Anika’s foot size, then the tunnel of the top half of the boot, then the blinding light of the outside world of Anika’s house. Her foot then angled to take the sock off, George noticed in the better light that the bottoms of the sock were relatively clean, meaning she washes or changes them a lot.
As the sock came off the foot, George’s body was decompressing and returning to normal. Anika’s left sock was now all around him and completely decompressed as the last bits were being taken off. From the pile, he lifted the sock and saw Anika pull the other boot off and take her other sock off.
George had an addiction… He couldn’t just reveal himself there. He took out his phone and set the target to the new rainbow socks she bought. (since George was able to overhear through the walls of the boot what she bought.)
Inside the new and freshly bought sock, the scents overwhelmed George as the packaging was being disassembled by Anika. Left foot first again, but unlike a used sock, new socks that were folded made it harder for George to see Anika’s paws. It was short and sudden, but the narrow part of the sock unfolded to reveal the vixen’s paws. George was almost going to hug a toe again, but didn’t.
He heard the rustling of the other sock being tried on and felt the plush carpet of Anika’s living room on his back touching the back of the sock. She walked around and then decided to put her paws on the couch. George still knew now was not a good time to reveal himself, so he waited.
After another hour, George heard snoring… He was too late to introduce himself. It would have to wait till morning… George then started crawling up the sock, her leg fur brushing past him as he climbed, and reached her knee, where the sock ended. George found her place to be quite small, and it almost looked like a basement suite, everything being on the same floor.
George was tired. The ordeal was something he needed a fresh mind to think about. He slept with the top elastic of the sock being his bedsheets and hugged the fabric in the comfort of Anika’s sock.
6 hours later, George woke up. Anika still hadn’t woken up yet, but it was around 7AM. George pondered why his size changing ability hadn’t returned. He was then ready to text his extra-dimenstional buddy that provided all the technologies he uses everyday to see what’s up.
“Hey Eggleston,” George started the text. “…something’s up with my body, I can’t change size like I used to anymore. I’m now stuck at a roommate’s home no bigger than a nail on a thumb…” George hit send.
“Did you eat anything that a size shifter must never eat? Remember that specific vegetable I told you about?” replied Eggleston in his text. “Eggplant, did you have any?”
George held his breath. He did have eggplant. “Um… Yes?” He replied.
“Oh no, Listen, what you’re going to need is LOTS of fruit intake to counteract the size lock, specifically 10 full oranges.” Eggleston replied. “Vitamin C alone won’t work, only eating 10 real physical oranges can cure your size lock. If you don’t do anything, it remains in place for a month.”
George had a dilemma. Stay thumb sized for a month, or use the get out of jail quick card with oranges?
George with no hesitation wanted Eggleston to teleport 10 oranges to him at his size, he texted him back, but Eggleston replied “No. 10 normal sized oranges are the only cure. You must drink the juices at your current size in order to reactivate your size shift ability.” George’s hopes were dashed. “…and by the way, I couldn’t send oranges to you if I wanted to. It would mean somewhere in space-time someone would be missing 10 oranges. I’m totally not a thief.”
With that final text, George had to face the fact he had to introduce himself to Anika to get his oranges. He slipped out of her sock and chose the teleport option on his phone. He chose her nose.
With a click, he was standing on her nose. He needed her attention so he gently used his paws to moonwalk on her nose… But he figured it wasn’t enough. He turned off Bluetooth on his phone and then loaded up a song, then moonwalked. The noise was loud enough for her to open her eyes to see the tiny fox moonwalking on her nose.
“Gabe, are you playing tricks with me?” said Anika. But Gabe wasn’t home, his job at the film studio started early, so he left at 5AM. George turned off the music and proceeded to talk to Anika. “My name’s not Gabe, its George.” Because Anika’s head was angled up, she assumed George was a normal sized person standing at the end of the couch. Anika stood up, but the perspective on George didn’t change. Anika was slightly startled and believed he was a hologram, waving her arms in front of her face. “You’re not real, are you?” said Anika. “Well, put your finger on top of your nose, you’ll see.” said George.
George knew he had to prove to strangers he wasn’t a bug, due to his size. His voice is already loud enough to be heard by a normal person, so of course he can’t be a bug, right?
Anika’s finger touched her nose, then George proceeded to climb onto it. Anika realized the truth, and was incredibly careful not to move. “No way…” George nodded. “I’m a really tiny fox. I was living in Carmelita’s boots.”
From shock to more shock, Anika took her other hand to cover her mouth. “Oh my god! I’m so sorry! I’m glad you’re ok, but I’ll make sure you’re comfortable here.” George then pointed to Carmelita’s boots. “Actually, everything’s fine. I have technology to prevent my stuff from getting crushed.”
Anika looked inside Carmelita’s left boot to see his dining room table and a living room with a couch and TV. Inside her right boot was a projector and home theater system. As she was looking in her right boot, George turned on Bluetooth and started playing Rockoons again. “So that’s where it came from…” she said.
Anika to an outsider would have looked like a fool right now. She was pointing her finger at her nose the entire time making sure not to lose George from her sight. “How did you come to be this small? Was it a magic spell gone wrong?” Anika said. “Well, I’m normally a size shifter, but I’m locked in at this size for now. You want to learn the full story?” Anika didn’t hesitate and set George on the coffee table to hear his story.
George explained his full story, how he was born small, how he was unable to control his size until he met Carmelita by chance, his affinity for paws and how eating some eggplant locked in his size. “…so I need to fully drink 10 oranges to revert the problem and allow me to size shift again.”
Anika was ready with her keys. “Well, I could go to the grocery store now to get those oranges… I’m just not sure how long it would take to drink an entire orange at your size…” George pondered it, and he realized he couldn’t possibly drink an entire full sized orange in a day at his size. It would take a week just to drink an entire orange at his size. He then accepted the fact he was going to remain at this size for the next month.
“Don’t worry about it then, the effect wears off in a month.” George said reluctantly. Anika wanted to help him, and said without thinking “A syringe maybe?” George was slightly shocked “Oh no no no no no… I may be invulnerable, but I can’t be force fed too much!”
Anika accepted this fact and instead focused on the paw aspect. “You seemed comfortable around my paws. Now that I know all of this, you definitely don’t mind being in my new socks for the rest of the day, right?” George sighed. “I was already in them for a short while last night, I slept in them.”
The more Anika knew about George, the more she didn’t really mind that a small living being had been admiring with her paws without her knowledge. “I suppose if it doesn’t interfere with my day, you’re free to stay in there little fox.” said Anika. “Don’t worry, I’ve been out of your way so far, so knowing this is all the better for both of us.” George said.
George then got out his phone and teleported into her left sock again. Anika initially panicked. “Where’d you go?” George yelled from the sock. “Down here! Your left sock!” Anika blushed. “Okay, have fun down there!”
George proceeded to hug her toes. Anika blushed further, knowing a tiny being was enjoying his time in her sock. She went to the kitchen to make breakfast and proceeded for the rest of the day with George hugging her toes.
TO BE CONTINUED
(Next Chapter, we introduce Gabe)