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Mendez was a hardworking family man... coming to the US from his home country of Argentina with his wife and two kids, with the promise of a better life for them...

After entering and gaining his highly sought after U.S. citizenship, he eventually carved his way through the struggles of getting settled in this new country of opportunities And through hard work and determination, he managed to secure a high-paying metalworking job, an apartment in the city of Colorado, furniture, and everything his kids could want... He did it. The American Dream was all his.

Life went on normally for Mendez and his family for a few good years. The hardwork was paying off.. That was until one fateful afternoon, when he'd contract the mostly forgotten "Micro-Virus"... while drinking a scotch in his front porch. Panicking, he attempted to climb up his outdoor table to reach his phone, only to slip and fall harshly into the grass, spraining his ankle, and cracking a few ribs.. He'd lie there for hours, sharp pains pulsing through his body with every attempt to move...

His plight would only worsen when he'd look up at the colossal woman who walked up the stairs, fiddling with the keys in one hand, with groceries in the other. It was his wife, casually unaware of her tiny husband lying flat against a patch of grass just beside the concrete porch... He would shout as much as he could, but again, the pain from his cracked ribs would force him to groan, silencing his cries. She looked over at the half-finished glass of alcohol and peered around, wondering where he'd gone... before shrugging it off and walking inside. Mendez would again shout out and wave his arm up, as his two kids walked right over him and into the apartment...shutting the door behind them... He sobbed, in both desperation, and agony.

...

..

Eventually Mendez's wife would put out a Missing Persons report with the local police department, but with no real leads, it would soon become another cold case in this booming Metropolis. Mendez, in his new tiny form, made many attempts at reaching the front door, only to be met with a near death experience each time, putting him right back at square one on the front patio... All he wanted was to see his kids again, to let them know he was still here.. Not long after the report though, his wife would meet another... and make the decision to move out with the kids. Putting the apartment up for rent... His last attempt at a forlorn rescue would thwarted by a swift, casual swipe of his wife's tennis shoe, thinking he was some summer bug.. tumbling him right over the edge and down back into the grass as she walked out the apartment door for the last time carrying the rest of her things. Her new partner right behind her with a box, closing the door. The two of them walking down the steps and to the car where Mendez's kids were in.

He watched as the car slowly pulled away... Never to be seen again.

..

1 year later.

The apartment had a new tenant. A bookworm college girl by the name of Kendall... It was her first time being on her own, and she loved every minute of it. Her own bedroom, her own patio, her own rules.

Mendez, now a wild mant, surviving on whatever he could scavenge, would only catch glimpses of Kendall, occupying what was once his. Everything he'd worked for, all the sweat, hours, and energy put into ensuring a good life for his family, was gone. Taken by this casually innocent young woman... He'd watch her whenever she'd leave, or come back home.. He would lust over her, seeking pleasure as a means to escape this cruel reality he was now subjected to... Especially during her Sunday morning routine only at certain times of the year... Kendall would step out onto the patio and sit with a cup of her favorite herbal tea, enjoying the cool breeze and taking in the view of the early morning city... kicking her soft, aromatic feet out of their humid, fluffy slippers. She'd sip away, either reading a new book, or swiping on her phone. Life was good.

Mendez would instantly fall weak at the knees and crawl to the divine sight, grabbing ahold of his now throbbing member.. stroking away... His old life fading with each desperate stroke, his mind focused solely on the divine feet of the new tenant...

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Description
Mendez was a hardworking family man... coming to the US from his home country of Argentina with his wife and two kids, with the promise of a better life for them...

After entering and gaining his highly sought after U.S. citizenship, he eventually carved his way through the struggles of getting settled in this new country of opportunities And through hard work and determination, he managed to secure a high-paying metalworking job, an apartment in the city of Colorado, furniture, and everything his kids could want... He did it. The American Dream was all his.

Life went on normally for Mendez and his family for a few good years. The hardwork was paying off.. That was until one fateful afternoon, when he'd contract the mostly forgotten "Micro-Virus"... while drinking a scotch in his front porch. Panicking, he attempted to climb up his outdoor table to reach his phone, only to slip and fall harshly into the grass, spraining his ankle, and cracking a few ribs.. He'd lie there for hours, sharp pains pulsing through his body with every attempt to move...

His plight would only worsen when he'd look up at the colossal woman who walked up the stairs, fiddling with the keys in one hand, with groceries in the other. It was his wife, casually unaware of her tiny husband lying flat against a patch of grass just beside the concrete porch... He would shout as much as he could, but again, the pain from his cracked ribs would force him to groan, silencing his cries. She looked over at the half-finished glass of alcohol and peered around, wondering where he'd gone... before shrugging it off and walking inside. Mendez would again shout out and wave his arm up, as his two kids walked right over him and into the apartment...shutting the door behind them... He sobbed, in both desperation, and agony.

...

..

Eventually Mendez's wife would put out a Missing Persons report with the local police department, but with no real leads, it would soon become another cold case in this booming Metropolis. Mendez, in his new tiny form, made many attempts at reaching the front door, only to be met with a near death experience each time, putting him right back at square one on the front patio... All he wanted was to see his kids again, to let them know he was still here.. Not long after the report though, his wife would meet another... and make the decision to move out with the kids. Putting the apartment up for rent... His last attempt at a forlorn rescue would thwarted by a swift, casual swipe of his wife's tennis shoe, thinking he was some summer bug.. tumbling him right over the edge and down back into the grass as she walked out the apartment door for the last time carrying the rest of her things. Her new partner right behind her with a box, closing the door. The two of them walking down the steps and to the car where Mendez's kids were in.

He watched as the car slowly pulled away... Never to be seen again.

..

1 year later.

The apartment had a new tenant. A bookworm college girl by the name of Kendall... It was her first time being on her own, and she loved every minute of it. Her own bedroom, her own patio, her own rules.

Mendez, now a wild mant, surviving on whatever he could scavenge, would only catch glimpses of Kendall, occupying what was once his. Everything he'd worked for, all the sweat, hours, and energy put into ensuring a good life for his family, was gone. Taken by this casually innocent young woman... He'd watch her whenever she'd leave, or come back home.. He would lust over her, seeking pleasure as a means to escape this cruel reality he was now subjected to... Especially during her Sunday morning routine only at certain times of the year... Kendall would step out onto the patio and sit with a cup of her favorite herbal tea, enjoying the cool breeze and taking in the view of the early morning city... kicking her soft, aromatic feet out of their humid, fluffy slippers. She'd sip away, either reading a new book, or swiping on her phone. Life was good.

Mendez would instantly fall weak at the knees and crawl to the divine sight, grabbing ahold of his now throbbing member.. stroking away... His old life fading with each desperate stroke, his mind focused solely on the divine feet of the new tenant...

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If you enjoyed this short story, be sure to check out my Patreon for longer, more immersive stories and edits regarding the dangers & experiences of being a tiny in a blissful world of giants and giantesses.

PATREON: Lanaraz | Your #1 place for HD Giantess/Microphilia Edits Content. | Patreon

TWITTER: Lanaraz (𝘓𝘢-𝘯𝘢𝘳-𝘪𝘻) (@lanarazedits) / X (twitter.com)