LOSING YOURSELF
	By Astrocarl


“WHERE ARE YOU?”  You wake to the sound of a woman’s voice gently
echoing from high above.  It feels like an empty warehouse before you
open your eyes and fully recognize your situation.  You’re in a
kitchen, you’re naked, and you’re tiny.  You sit up and look out from
between the refrigerator and the cabinets.  It’s as if you’re
standing on a vacant city street with huge skyscrapers rising on
either side of you.  As you cautiously step toward the opening, a
giant bare foot steps into view and another cruises past like a city
bus.  “WHERE DID YOU GO?”  she asks.  The feet continue to your
right, along the near cabinets.  She sounds kind, but determined. 
She’s looking for you, and she won’t stop until she finds you. 

 You sneak up to the edge of the cabinet and round the corner,
careful to stay under the overhang in the shadows.  From here, all
you can see are her feet, ankles and calves, but as she turns around
and walks back toward you along the other side of the kitchen, you
can see both of her legs in their entirity.  They rise forever, up to
her naked waist.  She is nude, but your attention falls back to her
bare feet as each step slaps the linoleum with a padded spank.	You
consider running into the open for her help, and for the ultimate
view, but your better judgement interferes just in time.  “I’M GOING
TO STEP ON YOU WHEN I FIND YOU.”  

Her sweet, calming voice suddenly ringing with cruelty.  “I’M GONNA
SQUISH YOU UNDER MY BARE FOOT.”  A chill runs through your now
paralized body.  Who is this girl, and why does she want to kill you?
 Desperate for a better hiding place, you start to tiptoe along under
the cabinet, hugging the floorboard.  But instantly her footsteps
stop.  Did she detect your movement?  You can’t risk looking at her
face; you’d have to leave the shadows to do that.  Instead, you
freeze and wait for her next move.  Slowly her feet twist on the
floor to face you.  There’s an awful, low-pitched squeek as you
imagine your tiny body under one of those massive, meaty pads, being
smeared into nothing.  Then, in one step, her left foot rises and
falls, covering the ground half the distance between you.  Her right
follows quickly, its sole momentarily visible before it steps down
inches from you.

Just the landing of her bare right foot has become an awesome event
at your size.  Time seems slightly slowed, as the ball of her foot
reaches the floor first, spreading out under her incalculable weight.
 Her toes are lifted and hover there momentarily while her heel comes
to rest in the background.  Then, slowly, finding balance, her toes
start to drop to the floor with varying degrees of pressure and
speed. The toenails have been painted, with some care, a deep red
wine color.  Finally her big toe comes down, flattening against the
ground as her left foot steps forward to meet the right.  You take in
the whole series again, fully appreciating that each of these
beautiful bare feet are large enough to crush twenty men your size
with one step.

There’s no time to wonder whether you’ve been spotted; you decide to
run away from the fridge, just in case she knew you were close to it.
 As you turn to take your first step, the toes of her left foot
raise, exposing the soft, pink ball of her foot.  She immediately
steps it forward, resting her toes under the overhang and against the
baseboard.  Good thing you saw that coming; you’d have been mush. 
Her toes completely block your path now.  Realizing all to well that
her right foot might come next, you turn back to face it.  As her
toes lift in preparation for another step, you stare straight at the
ball of her foot.  But her feet flex while her legs seem to pivot
high above at the waist.  You call tell she’s turned to look behind
her for something.

Suddenly, there is a scream.  It comes from across the floor, and it
seems to be more on your level.  The toes of her right foot drop back
to the floor as the gigantic left foot steps away from you.  The ball
of her right foot stays planted, allowing her heel to rotate
slightly.  For a split second, you relax, taking in what almost
happened.  The image of the magnified texture of the bottom of her
foot flashes in your mind.  But now, something terrible was about to
happen to someone who obviously hadn’t been listening to this
giantess’ threats only moments before.

There, across the floor from you, is another tiny person!  You look
on in horror as the giant barefoot in front of you squeeks against
the floor again, raising the heel high into the air.  As she steps
away from you with the other foot, you are awed by the towering,
wrinkled sole, which pauses on the toes only inches from your
position.  In the distance, her left foot has landed near the other
shrunken person, a woman, blocking her path with a stomp.  The tiny
woman has frozen in her footsteps, lifting her hands to her face and
screaming again.  She seems unable to move.  

The giantess leans out toward the far counter top and rests her hands
on it.	Fear brings the tiny woman to her knees.  You step to your
left, trying to peek around the bottom of this huge raised foot in
front of you, which has rotated to show the outstretched pinky toe
from behind.  As you watch, it begins its ascent; the rest of the
toes becoming visible as they finally push off from the floor.	Her
tremendous bare leg lunges up and out over the victim on the floor,
pausing as her foot comes directly above the tiny woman’s form.  Now,
the giantess places her foot down inches away from the terrified
bug-of-a-human and speaks.  “YOU’RE SO SMALL.  I’M GOING TO STEP ON
YOU.”

You can’t look away.  Although the woman is crying loudly, something
inside you is forcing you to witness this gruesome scene.  In the few
seconds that pass before the tiny woman’s demise, you are able to
take in the image of this giantess’ nude form from behind.  Her
perfect, muscular thighs blending into her round, firm buttocks.  The
small of her back swooping up and away into her strong, smooth
shoulders.  Suddenly, her movement draws your attention back to the
horrible execution about to take place.

The giantess quickly lifts her leg and brings the ball of her foot
down until she feels the tiny woman’s hands against it.  Slowly, she
presses down until the woman is flat against the floor on her back. 
You can see the muscles and tendons flex in the sole of the humongous
bare foot as it begins to crush the life out of its victim, rocking
back and forth slightly at the ankle to center her prey.  The woman’s
tiny naked legs are all that can be seen protruding from beneath the
massive ball of the foot.  Finally, the giantess’ calf muscle flexes
and there is a quick succession of cracks, almost as a single,
crunching sound.  The foot collapses to the floor, forcing the now
dislocated legs of her victim to unnaturally rise upward and separate
before falling back to the floor.  You watch the giantess relax her
posture and focus, returning some of her weight to the other foot as
she grinds the torso into a paste with her heel still raised. 
Finally, the monster smears the tiny w!
oman’s remains back toward you; organs and limbs slide through a dark
red sludge and stick to the ball of her foot as it lifts from the
floor, exposing the underside of her bloodied toes.

You look up to see the long, sandy-blonde hair of your captor flip
onto her back as she whips her head upright.  She seems attractive,
but you still can’t see her face.  Suddenly, her head turns over her
left shoulder, and your wonderings are confirmed: she’s beautiful! 
She is looking down her body at the bottom of her stained foot. 
Deciding to get a better look, she lifts her foot up to her waiting
left hand, holding it by the ankle behind her.	As she does, her gory
sole comes that much closer to the direct path between her eyes and
your tiny body.  Her face is so kind and soft, you can’t believe this
is the creature that just destroyed a human being without conscience.
 Your eyes trail down the whole body of this titanness, not aware
that you’ve stepped out of the shadows.

“HELLO.”  You look back to her face immediately to find her staring
right at you!  “DID YOU WATCH ME SQUISH HER?  HM?”  She looks back to
her bare foot and scrunches her toes, the victim’s wetness shimmers
on her soft skin.  How could anyone this cute and soft-spoken do
something so terrifying and gruesome?  Yet her friendly demeanor is
almost enough to draw you out further toward her... closer to the
danger.

 You could turn and make it back to the gap between the refrigerator
and cabinet, but you can’t look away from her gentle face.  Her full
lips part slightly, forming a cute grin and showing her top teeth.
Her eyes are locked on yours, and she has the expression of a girl
waiting to be kissed.  She releases her foot, holding it just above
the linoleum, and reaches into the nearby sink for a sponge.  “DID
YOU KNOW HER?”	she asks.  She turns and squats to wipe up the mess. 
You can’t believe she’s talking to you yet, but you shrug your
shoulders out of politeness.  “WHY DON’T YOU TAKE A CLOSER LOOK?”  

She reaches down with a humongous finger and flicks the woman’s head
across the floor.  It rolls to within six inches of your feet before
tumbling to a stop, facing you.  Breathless, you stare at the face. 
Thank god – it was a stranger; but, slowly, you begin to realize that
you are still an insect to this gigantic woman, no matter how much
she seems to treat you like a person.  This is a cruel game.  You
wonder how long she’d known the woman she just crushed under her bare
foot.  How many conversations had they had?  How polite had the
giantess been in the days, hours or minutes leading up to the moment
she crushed the life right out of this woman?

The giantess, having scooped up the remains into the sponge, stands
and deposits them in the sink.	She runs water as she flips the
disposal switch.  Your stomach turns to the sound of the blades
whirring.  Why are you still standing here?!   She turns the disposal
off and turns around, resting her bare butt against the sink cabinet.
 Her weight shifts to her right foot as she crosses her left leg in
front.	Her posture seems relaxed and non-threatening, but is that
what she wants you to think?  After all, you are standing almost five
inches out from the safety of the cabinets and refrigerator – too far
to run now, were she to decide to take one big step and stomp you
fully beneath her gargantuan bare sole.

“SO…WAS SHE SOMEBODY, OR NOT?”	You shake your head ‘no’ very quickly
and shift your weight, preparing to run.  “CAN I HAVE THAT BACK NOW?”
 Your mind races as you try to decide on a course of action.  You
could kick it, but it would go against every respectful thought in
your head, not to mention place you six inches closer to her deadly
bare foot.  You could run, but she’d surely change her ‘nice’ tone. 
The reasons seem endless for doing one or the other, but you quickly
recognize that doing nothing might not be so good either.  Almost
involuntarily, you decide to take the short walk toward the head and
watch the giantess closely; if you don’t feel threatened, you’ll kick
the head over to her, but if she so much as winks, you’ll turn and
run for it.

Her eyes follow you like a wind-up toy, doing exactly what she
expects you to do.  Is this good or bad?  As you near the decapitated
head, you are instantly flooded with the reality of this woman’s
fate.  There is severe trauma to the skull, and the jaw is
dislocated.  This could be you, and in the immediate future!  A jolt
shoots down your spine from your head to your foot.  You quickly step
up to the head and give it a huge push, minimizing any contact to
your own foot.	The head makes it to within a foot of the giantess’
position.  

“YOU’RE A CHICKEN.”  She smiles at you, then slides her left foot
carelessly toward the head.  As her toes approach it, they rise from
the floor and arch over the head, coming down and pinching it in the
gap behind them.  It’s about the size of a peanut to her, but she
easily gathers it beneath her toes.  Her foot instantly lifts to her
hand where she cradles it with the sole facing up to her.  With her
other hand, she reaches for the tiny object in her toes’ arch.	The
giantess lifts the woman’s head to her face for a closer look,
pinching it between her thumb and middle finger.  “I KNEW HER.	HER
NAME WAS BETH,” she muses.  Still studying the face of the dead
woman, she places her foot back on the floor.

Without warning, the giantess plops the tiny treat in her mouth and
chomps it twice between her molars, then savors the mush left behind.
 A satisfied grin creeps across her lips.  Her eyes close
momentarily, but she looks at you as she swallows.  “AREN’T YOU
SCARED I’M GOING TO STEP ON YOU, OR EAT YOU?”  she asks, still
smiling, but widening her eyes to tease you.  It seems she can’t
believe you haven’t run yet.  You can’t figure it out either.  This
huge woman could simply take one step toward you and you’d be
entirely hers, to do with as she pleases.  The only thing keeping you
from running for your life is her incredibly gentle nature and slow
movements, not to mention gorgeous looks.  You’ve all but forgotten
the ease with which she could squish you, and with which she did
squish that woman.

Unexplainably, you have been lulled into trusting her.	You can feel
it throughout your body; your muscles relax and your breathing slows
to normal.  You’ve decided: she can have you however she wants you. 
For lack of better description, you’ve become infatuated with her. 
And she knows it.

In your new frame of mind, it’s no surprise when the giant goddess
slowly raises her left foot and holds it out toward you.  She points
her entire leg straight at you, flexing the sole of her foot to fill
your field of vision below her face; you don’t even budge.  Her huge
bare foot is hovering less than twelve inches away, and she’s smiling
playfully at you.  If it weren’t so obviously not the case, you’d
swear you were her size and she was trying to turn you on.  “IT’S
OKAY.  YOU CAN STARE AT ME IF YOU WANT TO.  I LIKE IT.	DO YOU THINK
I’M SEXY?  DO YOU THINK I HAVE PRETTY FEET?”  You immediately nod
‘yes’ with your eyes wide open.  Her complete power is the greatest
turn-on you’ve ever known.  “REALLY?” she asks…“EVEN THOUGH I’M GOING
TO STEP ON YOU?”  

Your smile fades from your eyes first; the rest of your face freezes
with fear.  She suddenly steps her outstretched foot to the kitchen
floor between you with a deafening smack.  You blink once, but can
fully comprehend the reality of the situation again as she twists the
ball of her foot against the linoleum as if you were under her.  Her
soft toes roll back and forth with the crushing motion, lifting
occasionally to show the ball of her foot.  Pressing down with all
the strength of her gargantuan leg, her calf and thigh muscles flex
continually.  She has turned ‘stepping on you’ into an erotic dance. 
Your eyes crawl slowly up her leg, to her hips and stomach, and to
her tightly giggling breasts.  She quickly brings a fingertip to her
right nipple and plays with it – partly for you, but mostly for her
own pleasure.  

The grinding comes to a stop, and the giantess slides her bare foot
back toward herself.  As she does, she pantomimes discovering your
tiny, mangled body under her massive sole.  She includes you with a
glance, then looks back to the imaginary corpse at her feet. 
Gracefully, as if staged, she crouches to sit on her raised heels and
pretends to scoop up your body between her thumb and two fingers. 
“MMM…” she hums as she licks her lips and holds her pinched fingers
high above her open mouth.  Quickly, she releases the imaginary-you
and catches you on her waiting tongue, hauling it in and chewing your
body into pulp before swallowing with an audible gulp.	“YUM,” she
purrs.	She bites her lower lip as if to keep from laughing at you;
you’ve fallen to the floor and are lying helplessly on your side, but
you never took your eyes off the show.	

Suddenly her hand reaches out for you.	You only have the mind to let
out a short cry of anguish, as you fully believe she’s going to grab
you and eat you alive at this very moment.  Her hand stops a few
inches from you as she cups her fingers.  Her hand resembles a giant
bulldozer scoop pointing downward, ready to sink into the earth.  You
seize up, waiting to be grasped, when her fingers begin to rise and
fall together.	She is waving good-bye!  Her hand is so close, and
you are so tired of feeling helpless, you find yourself hoping that
her hand would just pick you up and hold you for a while.  Or even
slap down on you with an open palm, smushing you flat like the
proverbial bumble-bee.	Anything to end this mental torture.  You
hadn’t realized that her toying was wearing you down, but it was
brilliant.  All she had to do was switch back and forth a few times
from nice to cruel, and you were broken.

You continue to stare at her waving hand, watching her undulating
fingernails in slow motion.  You love her.  At least, you think you
love her.  Her hands are the most beautiful hands you’ve ever seen. 
Soft, strong, confident, manicured.  The clear polish on the short,
feminine nails twinkle as they reflect the track lighting impossibly
high above you.  Please pick me up, you think aloud.  Please pick me
up.

“DO YOU LOVE ME?”  Her voice pulses through you, waking you from your
hypnotized state.  “HM? DO YOU LOVE ME, TINY MAN?”  The gentle voice
is almost inside your head.  You nod ‘yes’ with every ounce of your
being.	It’s as though you’ve known her for years.  You’d kill for
her and you’d die for her.  Hell, you’d obviously die under her, it
wouldn’t matter.  “THAT’S SO CUTE,” she whispers under her breath. 
“YOU ACTUALLY LOVE ME.”  Then, she stands to her full height once
more.  Her eyes never leave you as she reaches her right hand over to
the countertop above you.  You know what’s coming.  You see her right
knee bend above you.  All you can do is lie on your back and stare up
at her.  You are completely in awe.

Her foot quietly comes into view.  For a moment you can see the
polish on her toes while they’re still pointed downward at you; then
they lift.  The bottoms of her toes are perfectly round and pudgey,
and there are small gaps between each toe as it arches back to the
ball of her foot.  The gaps open and close slightly while she seems
to contemplate how you’ll feel squished between them.  Her sole is
only slightly wrinkled as it flexes, stretching the skin across the
pad above you.	Her beautiful face is visible between her big toe
and, slightly longer, her second toe.  She is waiting for the mood to
move her.

In this eternity, you turn your head to see her other bare foot
beside you.  It grips the floor so firmly, yet seems so gentle and
smooth to the touch.  You want to kiss it.  You want to make love to
it.  Following the perfect lines, your eyes trail up that foot to the
ankle, then further up her leg.  In the distance, her vagina is
barely visible through the countless curls growing all around it. 
Your hand is clutching your penis and balls, trying to delay your
last orgasm until the final moment.  The bare foot above you begins
to lower, more slowly than it did onto the woman minutes ago.  It
seems like hours ago that this same foot crushed that lady so cruelly
and completely.  Now it’s your turn.  

Her toes spread a little as the ball of her foot touches your chest. 
There is still no pressure beyond the sheer weight of the foot
itself.  You can more clearly see her face high above as the gap
widens between her toes.  She is more beautiful than before, and she
is grinning at you.  You honestly believe she loves you right now. 
You know she does.  You couldn’t have explained it to anyone else, if
you’d lived somehow, but there’s a connection here.  Her face watches
you like a lover as she gently begins to rub her sole against your
naked body.  There is just enough room under her arch to raise your
knees and plant your feet on the floor.  You lift yourself up,
pressing your pelvis into the soft, warm, lightly sweaty sole of her
foot as it gently, slowly twists and rocks against you.  This is
incredible!  She is allowing you to have sex with her foot!

After a moment, she drops her toes down over your face.  The sweet,
pungent odor intensifies.  She then drags her toes cautiously down
your body, careful not to drag you with them.  She reaches your waste
and lowers her toes to the floor on either side of you, placing her
big toe on your right and the others on your left.  For the first
time, you take a second to calculate your size.  You’re only as long
as her second toe,which she is raising over you now.  From the
wrinkles where it joins her sole to the fleshy, round tip, her second
toe lowers onto your waste, pressing firmly down on your erect penis.
 The knowledge that she could sever you in two with this one toe is
of no concern to you; you’re in heaven already.

She moves her foot forward again, raising her toes upward and
pressing the soft, warm ball of her foot down onto your waste,
lightly securing you to the kitchen floor under the rest of her sole.
 You are barely able to move as you grind your dick upward into the
soft skin.  You reach climax, and the room jumps back and forth. 
Your entire existence has led to this moment.  You are about to be
crushed under the most beautiful bare foot in the world.  Your
complete lack of control is exagerated in your writhing; you are just
a worm.  Her gentle, sweet face is staring down at you with a distant
gaze.  She has given you the ultimate orgasm, and she knows it; and
all she had to do was let you wiggle under her bare foot for a few
minutes.

You suddenly become aware of the hot semen running down your sides. 
The floor is hot and sweaty under your back.  Your senses return
abruptly, as your life becomes vividly fragile.  She is smiling, but
she looks pleased with herself now.  Look where you are!  What have
you given up to feel that one orgasm?  Fear takes you over as you
breathlessly wait for her decision.  Her foot slides up your chest
and back, smearing the cum around, as she opens her mouth to speak.

“YESSS...  YOU BOYS TASTE BETTER COVERED IN YOUR OWN SAUCE.”  You
begin to sob uncontrollably as he steps off of you and lifts her foot
to her hand.  She carefully wipes her finger across her sole,
collecting a sample of your cum which she slips between her lips. 
Her foot drops quickly to your right, resting spread-toes on the top
of her left foot.  She pulls her finger out of her mouth with a
sucking sound.	“DON’T CRY, LITTLE GUY.  AS MUCH AS I LIKE TO CHEW UP
LITTLE BOYS WHILE THEY WIGGLE INSIDE MY MOUTH, I THINK I’LL SPARE YOU
THAT.”

As she finishes her sentence, she crinkles her nose, then she lifts
her foot up over you – you’re sure now that this will be the last
time.  As her toes spread again, you can see her face in the same gap
as before.  You’ve always heard of people’s lives flashing before
their eyes when faced with death, but you can only see her foot.  You
want to become a part of her.  You want to be absorbed into her.  You
cum again in anticipation.  Any second now…

(TO BE CONTINUED)