HTTYD - Day 9, Part 3 (Patreon)

So glad to be back writing my favorite story! I've had an unending queue of commissions for months, but when I couldn't sleep a few nights ago, I decided to pass the time by returning to one of my core series! So I finished up a mini chapter's worth today

And btw, I also haven't made a monthly exclusive in a few months but the commission I've been working on is about 5k words and probably a one-off, so I figured I could use that, so that should be finished up in a few days too. And then some unexpected sequels to Training with Twins. and some Truth or Dare. and then a cuckold story. and then some other commission. and then probably a new of Mason... lots to do!

anyways i didnt realize this chapter would be so much exposition so i tried to add in a little "fun" but it's mostly just plot development. part 4 and 5 will have some exciting foot stuff, a lil boob stuff, a lotta teasing stuff. and hopefully not another 5 month wait!

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The plane that Jessie found herself boarding was fairly small, with little more than a hundred seats altogether. As a last minute ticket holder, she’d been assigned a random seat close to the back, with nobody sitting next to her. She didn’t yet have enough experience flying to realize that sitting where she was meant she might easily smell the bathroom just a few feet behind her, but luckily the flight was so short that most passengers wouldn’t even use the lavatory anyways. And besides, walking past rows of people and pretending that Marcus wasn’t laying under her foot was making her more anxious than she’d felt in months, so she was antsy to get to her seat as soon as possible.

She was almost positive that someone had seen him too. Even though he was sorta camouflaged and able to blend in with the color of her foot, thanks to him taking his shirt off before climbing into her shoe, he was still a 9 inch tall human being. And 9 inch tall human beings tend to have enough depth to them that when trapped between a sole and an insole, they create a tiny bit of space and prevent the foot from touching the shoe. Of course, since human feet are soft and decently malleable things, Jessie’s foot molded around Marcus’ body a little bit. But not enough to completely hide him if you were really paying attention. If anyone looked closely to the edges of her Birks, it kinda looked like her foot was hovering about a quarter inch above the sandal, instead of being set firmly upon it like when a person normally wears a sandal.

So when Jessie had walked through the aisle, there’d been a guy who looked down at her feet, assumed a subtle look of surprise, and then glanced up at her with a knowing smirk. She was pretty sure his eyes twinkled with some kind of approval too. It sent a shiver down her spine, and in a fit of spiked self consciousness, she squeezed her toes around Marcus’ head, since curling her toes down around him was the only way to give him a tiny bit more concealment than he already had. Was he even smirking at me? Maybe it was supposed to be a smile. She still hadn’t gotten used to the part of no longer being a kid wherein older men thrice her age would give her creepy smiles like they wanted her to know what they were thinking. That wasn’t just a nice smile like he was acknowledging me passing by, it was definitely a smirk, like he definitely knew something was up. Or he was a weirdo who just liked that I have my dogs out. It was also possible that the man smirked because he was a rebel on the inside and thought it was funny to see someone break the rules to smuggle a person on the flight. But Jessie never gave that option any attention; in her jumbled state of nervousness, her paranoia convinced her it had to be something worse. And let's be real. It probably was.

As for how Marcus was faring so far, since he obviously couldn’t respond to what she did, Jessie wondered if it hurt when she squeezed his head. He couldn’t even fidget since her weight was basically holding 99% of his muscles captive; only his hands had a modicum of room to do anything, but since he was equally nervous about being seen, Marcus kept them completely still and pinned to his sides. It has to hurt, she reasoned, trying to calculate how much her weight would be for someone his size. Although his body’s more durable at a smaller size, I think. Isn’t that how it works for bugs? But their bodies are made out of exoskeletons or something, like armor. He just has normal skin. The thought occurred to Jessie that if she’d crushed him to death in the past few minutes, she probably wouldn’t even realize it. Upon such a horrific epiphany, she quickly hurried to her seat and sat down right away so that she could alleviate most of the pressure she was putting on him.

“Oh thank God,” she muttered to herself when she realized nobody would be sitting next to her, stowing her backpack in the luggage compartment before sliding next to the window and taking several deep breaths. There was only one person in the aisle across from her, but their eyes were closed like they were trying to take a nap, giving her even more privacy. Making sure there weren’t any flight attendants coming her way, Jessie lifted up the shoe with Marcus, still making sure to hide it behind her other leg, and pried apart her toes. His tiny face appeared looking as normal and alive as ever, prompting her to sigh with relief and smile to herself. “Are you okay?” she mouthed to him, and he nodded, chuckling at how crazy this whole situation was. Seeing him taking everything better than she expected was enormously encouraging, and she matched his sense of ease with her own light giggle.

Pulling her phone out of her waistband, she opened up the notes app and typed “I’m gonna loosen the straps to try and make things more comfy,” turning the screen around to show him. After he nodded, she lowered her foot to the ground, but before she could slacken her sandals, she felt him tapping the side of her foot with his hands, and she lifted him back up to see what he wanted. With his arms to his side, he couldn’t exactly point, but he was able to motion with his head and eyes to the pouch on the back of the seat in front of Jessie. She raised her eyebrows, gasping and whispering, “That’s a good idea.” So instead of merely loosening the straps on her Birkenstocks, she pulled them off entirely, looking around the cabin one more time to make sure nobody was watching. The plane had already started to drive to the runway, and the flight attendants were standing in the aisles performing the safety demonstration. Jessie lifted her foot off Marcus (for a brief moment it seemed like his shirtless chest would stick to her sole since it had pressed so forcefully against him for the last 15 minutes, but the weight of his gravity took over right away), and quickly grabbed his body, stuffing him into the seat pocket in front of her.

She had to put him in at a sideways orientation, and even though it couldn’t be very comfy hiding in a pocket for a two hour flight, it would definitely be a better (and safer) option than continuing to hide under the teenager's foot. He squirmed for a few seconds to try and find the best angle to lie in, and then settled in for what would definitely be the most unique airplane ride he’d ever been on.

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Jessie spent most of the flight listening to music, since she didn’t want to drain her phone battery by watching a movie and there was no in-flight entertainment due to the size and age of the plane. She was glad Marcus had thought to stow himself in the seat pouch, as she figured it’d be a much more preferable setup for both of their sakes. She was able to take her shoes off and comfortably sit criss cross in her seat, and he was good about not moving whenever a stewardess came by their row.

Once the plane started its descent, she leaned close to the pocket and whispered as quietly as she could—which was still audible for someone Marcus’ size—that she was going to put him back in her sandal a few minutes before they landed, since there was someone sitting in the aisle across from her, and she didn’t want to draw attention to herself after he woke up. She kept checking out her window to see how far above the ground they were, and once they were low enough that the cars on the roads became entertaining to watch, she pulled him out and deftly laid him on her sandal, but for the opposite foot than before. She could tell he was confused why she was messing with their plan, so she typed “you can tell me which one you like more 😜” on her phone and showed it to him as she looped the sandal straps in and pulled them tight. His snorting response was the last thing she saw before she covered his face up with her toes again, lightly curling them atop his head as if tucking him into a cozy bed.

After the plane had landed and pulled up to the gate, Jessie waited a few minutes to let the exit line in the aisle get a bit smaller, and then stood up, grabbed her backpack from the overhead compartment, and shuffled to the front of the aircraft to disembark. She felt a lot less anxious now compared to getting on, since the plane was empty and there were way less people who might be watching her. Plus, she had the confidence of knowing just how sturdy Marcus’ frame was. A flurry of disconnected thoughts floated around her head as she made her way to the airport’s bathroom, like How much more weight can he withstand? Will his body get sore if I stand on him for more than just a few minutes? Some thoughts made her laugh on the inside; Would he still have had that idea if I’d just gotten out of P.E. when he showed up at the school? What if I hadn’t sat alone in my seat and couldn’t have taken him out? He would’ve just had to lay in my sandals, squished against my foot for like, two and a half hours. 

Regardless of how it all might’ve gone down in parallel dimensions, what Jessie did know was that traveling around with Marcus in her shoe wasn’t quite as bad as she’d expected it to be. Besides the fact that it apparently didn’t hurt him very much, it also hadn’t bothered her as much as she’d expected. Obviously walking on a lump was less preferable to walking normally, but he didn’t have any body parts that like, dug into her soles or anything annoying. And it was nice to have two hands available, since she often had to hold him in one of them when taking him anywhere. Cuz her bottoms almost never had pockets that were big enough for him, the breast pockets she had on a few shirts wasn’t really deep enough either, so sweatshirts with front pockets were really the only other option. Well, he’s getting pretty good about riding on my shoulder, she reminded herself. The whole topic was kinda stupid anyways. It didn’t matter that he could ride in her sandal, since it was obviously an emergency-only scenario. As humiliating as it was for him, she thought it was humiliating for her too, because if people ever saw him there then they’d see Jessie as the kind of person who mistreats tinies; she prided herself on how much she accommodated him. 

Although… is it just my sandal he could ride in? Or could his body fit in something like my tennis shoes—ew, nevermind. Her brain couldn’t seem to stop with the invasive thoughts. Even if she had a morbid curiosity on the matter, she nearly gagged at the thought of someone being crammed inside a close-toed shoe. It probably could work as a form of torture.

She shook it off, arriving at the bathrooms and heading into a stall so she could retrieve him from her Birkenstock. “Grandma texted me that she’s already in the waiting area,” she told him as they headed out of the restroom and made their way for the airport exit. “Ready?”

“Absolutely,” Marcus smiled, and breathed in the cold Aspen air as Jessie opened the doors, ready to see his family again.