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            I need to finish this paper, I thought sullenly. It's already 11:30 and it's due in class tomorrow morning.

            "Fuck" I said aloud.

I leaned back in my computer chair, the familiar creak issuing from underneath. I sat in the darkness of my room, in which the only source of light was the glow of my computer screen. I listened to the low hum of the machine, the soft, steady whizzing. I scowled, knowing that the only sound I should be hearing is the clacking of buttons on the keyboard. Quite frankly I had just run out of things to say about Venetian mercantile history during the 16th century.

            Well, there's really no point in fighting writers block. I rolled my eyes and gave a sigh, equal parts resignation and relief. I briefly glanced at my watch. 11:32.

            Not really tired either though, I thought. I saved the document and closed down the word processor, opening up my internet browser instead. I typed giantessworld.net into the url bar and began scrolling through the most recently updated.

            I read a few descriptions, checked out a couple new stories, but nothing really seemed to "click."

            I'm just not feeling any of this tonight, I want a new fantasy, something a little creative, a little original, I don't know, this stuff is good, it's just not fitting the bill right now.

I leaned back in my chair again, the shrill creak making my eyes narrow in annoyance. I surveyed the keyboard and the screen, contemplating.

            I guess...I guess I'll try writing my own story. Maybe a little creative fantasy will break through my writers block. It could be fun.

I opened the word processor back up. I stared at the empty whiteness of the new document. Whereas before the empty space was oppressive, now it felt positively liberating. I closed my eyes. I cleared my thoughts, tried to meditate a bit. I focused on my breathing. In...and out. In...and out. In...and out. I felt myself being transported, transported into the depths of my imagination.

            Ah, yeah, that's better, I can work with this. I looked around. I wasn't in my small, dark, messy room anymore. I was in a vast empty nothing. A vacuum of sorts. Brilliant, white, vast space. I felt small, which I thought was probably a good start to a fantasy revolving around giants.

            "But how to begin?" I whispered aloud. I thought for a moment, and then it came to me.

            The 5 W's should make for a good start; first, where. I briefly deliberated, and then decided on the classroom where my paper would be due tomorrow. I snapped my fingers, and in an instant the brilliant, vast, white space became the relatively small, somewhat cluttered classroom which was the home of my European History class. I smiled.

            No wonder everyone is always talking about using your imagination, this ain't half bad. I looked around, making sure everything was as it should be. The desks were in the appropriate spot, the door was closed, the cabinets were up against the wall and covered in junk. I could feel the cold tile of the floor through my shoes. The room even smelled like it should, with that thin layer of Lysol sprayed by janitors trying to cover up the more unwholesome scent of an aging building.

            Yep, this is it alright. Now for the second W: what. It is a fantasy based on size, so best get that out of the way. I closed my eyes tight, almost as if contracting them would cause me to reduce in size myself. I focused. I felt it starting to work. I could feel air rushing past me. When the rushing sensation finished, I opened my eyes. I was thunderstruck. I staggered and collapsed to the ground in astonishment at the sight before me.

            It's all...it's all so fucking big! I had thought about it before obviously, and ad nauseam, but nothing really prepares you for what things are really going to look like when you're just so tiny. The desk nearest me loomed several hundreds of feet in the air. The leg alone was the diameter of a very large tree trunk. I reached my hand out and touched the cold metal, just taking in the sight of it all.

            Never thought I'd use the word magnificent to describe a desk, I thought dryly. Speaking of, how small did I make myself? I climbed to my feet and looked around, surveying the massive classroom, looking for something to compare myself too.

            There's got to be a ruler somewhere, I mean it is a classroom. I started to walk towards the professor's desk, then I remembered what was happening.

            I'm in a fantasy. And fantasies are all about thinking outside the box. I grinned, and with a wave of my hand an old wooden ruler appeared next to me, towering over me height wise. I walked up to it and stood against it, putting my hand on top of my head to mark my height, and looked over my shoulder to assess.

            2 inches, or near as much as makes no matter. Ok, I can work with that. I waved my hand again and the ruler disappeared. I looked down at my hand and counted off the W's.

            Where: done. What: taken care of. Next is...why? Because I'm bored and horny. Boom, done. Next W is who. Well, thankfully for me, the majority of the girls in my real  class were actually quite attractive, each possessed of their own unique, but pleasing, personalities. I backed away from the desk I had been standing under, putting plenty of space between it and me. I snapped my fingers again.

My classmates all appeared instantly, sitting in their respective desks, quite literally frozen in place, and once again I was astounded by the sheer absurdity of their size. Closest to me was Ashley, an admittedly quite pretty blond, who can be most easily described by saying she has something of an "all-American girl" look to her. She's quite tall as well, if I had to hazard a guess I'd say 5'10. In her frozen state she was looking out the window off to her right, in my direction. She has blue eyes, a light blue, and they have a soft and gentle look to them, which rather appropriately describes her general disposition. My eyes slowly traveled down her body, taking in the magnificent sight.

            A navy blue tank top, white short shorts, and moccasins, not that it matters, she would look good in anything, I thought. When my eyes got down to her feet, I smiled. In the greater realm of the giantess fantasy, feet are kind of my specific thing. The moccasins looked anything but new. I consider that a good sign.

            Satisfied with my handiwork, I walked underneath Ashley's desk to the person sitting next to her: Sarah.

Sarah was also quite tall for a girl, at least 6 feet. Also, quite pretty, in a sort of more impressive way than Ashley is. Sarah's face is more angular, in comparison to the roundness (not to say she's overweight, because she isn't) of Ashley's face. Sarah also does a bit of modeling, so she's pretty thin, with very long legs. Both those features suit her well. She's got this somewhat unruly curly hair with a sandy-brown coloration. If you've seen a picture of the singer Lorde, that's the closest I can equate it to. Sarah was also wearing pair of jeans, but on her feet she had a pair of Toms. I smiled.

            Nothing need be changed here. I moved to the desk in front of Sarah's.

Nicole was a good looking girl too. Not as pretty as the other two, but still no slouch. She has a unique style, lots of black and pink clothes etc., but not goth or emo really. Let's call it...alternative. It works for her. She's got a particularly nice smile, and her personality is forceful. Not mean or anything, just strong-willed. Generally speaking, I like that.

            I'm sure we'll spend some quality time together, I thought, taking in the abject absurdity of the whole situation. Pink and black sweatshirt, tight black jeans, black flats. Yep yep, all that will do, I thought.

I looked around at the rest of the classroom. Mostly girls, a couple guys up front, another in the back sitting next to Sarah. Two girls next to him as well. Neither of those two are particularly good-looking, but they're not ugly either.

            Maybe I'll get to them later. I shrugged and began to walk to the back of the classroom.

            Oops, almost forgot the professor! I turned around, extended my arm and pointed at her desk. There she appeared, in all her miserable, old, wrinkled, ugly and cruel glory: Ms. Sparsey. I shuddered at the idea of her towering hundreds of feet above me.

            Better fix that. I looked at her and narrowed my eyes in concentration. Right before my eyes she began to take on an amorphous shape, and before long she had transformed into an attractive, mid-40's cougar-looking type. Cute librarian glasses, a tasteful dress, and some flats.

            I laughed to myself. I'm a fucking wizard!

            I reached the back wall, in-between and slightly behind Ashley and Sarah's desks.

            What was the last W? I counted them off again and thought briefly.

            Oh yeah, when! However, my remembrance only served to remind me of the paper I still needed to do.

            "Fuck" I said as I leaned against the back wall of the classroom. I looked at my watch. 11:58. Had it been that long already? I haven't even gotten started yet.

My arm fell limp at my side and I looked around the giant classroom, at my enormous classmates; at the incredible fantasy world I had created. How complete, how accurate, how awesome and most importantly how huge it was. I looked down at my watch again.

            Oh well, I thought with a smirk, and brought my arm and my watch up to eye level. I blew on it softly and looked on as the watch hands spun around backwards.

            7:36. That should give me plenty of time I'm thinking. And now to start. Let's begin with...the first class of the day. I sat down with my back to the wall, stretched my legs out and relaxed. I snapped my fingers and all my classmates, and the professor, disappeared.

            Time for the bell kids, I thought. I had a big, shit-eating grin on my face when I snapped my fingers again. The bell rang crisply through the classroom, and presumably the imaginary school beyond the room's walls. It was loud. God was it loud. I clapped my hands over my ears to shield myself, if only a bit, but luckily it didn't ring for long. Then the door opened, and Ashley was the first to walk in. She was busily chatting with Sarah as the students made their way to their respective desks. I felt the vibrations through the floor, more and more clearly as they came closer to me. The noise, if that word could even do the sound justice, boomed and crashed through my ears, hitting baritone notes I did not think possible to hear.

            This is too good, it's too good! Ashley was walking straight towards me, in all her glorious and massive majesty. I was already smiling, but upon having a new idea, I started grinning ear to ear. I stretched my arm out and brought it down slowly. And just like that, everyone in the room was experiencing slow motion; but I was the only one who could perceive it.

From my spot at the back wall of the classroom I watched Ashley's foot come down slowly, deliberately.  I watched her moccasin move and stretch as it conformed to the will of the foot inside. I felt the slow reverberations as the foot planted itself on the floor. I looked up her legs, stretching so very far above me, rippling with toned muscle, her creamy skin looking unbelievably soft. It was actually difficult to take in everything about the towering figure before me; there was so much of her.

            Just a few more steps, and she'll be all but on top of me, I thought excitedly. And sure enough she was. Right before she turned to sit in her desk her foot crashed down in front of me. The slow motion I had instituted in my fantasy world had made this incredible sight and motion look so much more graceful than it really was. As her foot touched the ground, and the sole of her moccasin settled heavily onto the tiled floor, I watched in complete and utter fascination. It was so close to me, not more than 20 feet away. I couldn't believe what I was seeing, and I refused to blink for fear of waking up from the greatest dream I would ever have. More seconds passed, and before long she was seated, the desk groaning with the newfound burden of weight, and I, despite still being on cloud nine, decided I'd had my moment and to do away with the slow motion.

All of sudden voices became normal again, in all their deafening qualities, and movements of such titanic beings became terrifyingly quicker. I looked at the goddesses on either side of me, chatting to one another, and I found it a distinctly powerful turn on that they had no idea I existed right now.

            I suppose I'll forego the fantasy manipulation for now and see how things play out...

I wandered over to Ashley's desk and stood behind her enormous feet. The professor had begun attendance and looked up when there was no response to her calling my name. The rest of the class looked around the room as well and concluded that I was absent today. All the while I was grinning at the situation. Leaning against the back left leg of the desk, I resolved to simply take in the situation and wait for something interesting to happen. Within a few minutes of class starting, Ashley's feet began to get restless, shifting about with no apparent aim or purpose. At one point she put them upright, toes on the ground and showing me the soles of her moccasins. I leaned forward and squinted in order to accurately read the bottoms, caked in dirt and floor grime as they were.

            Size 10, good to know I suppose. I didn't feel as though it really made a difference to me at this point. When you're only a couple inches tall normal sizing is understandably superfluous.

The class wore on, and I waited patiently, mostly on account of being mesmerized by the enormous feet moving in front of me. Inane movements that people almost never seem to notice take of took on awe-inspiring form. To Ashley and everyone else in the room she was just idly swinging her feet back and forth. It's likely she didn't even realize she was doing it. But from my perspective, it was akin to seeing city buses soaring through the air in perfect time. I had never seen something so massive and at the same organic move so quickly. I could feel the rush of air every time one of her moccasin clad feet came near to me. Even just that little show was positively exhilarating. However, I was soon treated to something far superior.

Ashley stopped swinging her feet back and forth and instead rested them both on the ground, but planted the toe of one moccasin on the heel of the other and pulled her foot free. She repeated the process and then quickly swung her now bare feet up to rest on the empty chair in front of her.

I smiled. How could I not? I inhaled a sharp breath of crisp air and plucked up the courage to get closer to her. I walked forward slowly, craning my neck to get a better view of the chair in front of her. I had to make sure she looked like she'd be maintaining the position for awhile.

Nothing like a bus-sized foot swinging into to ruin the fun, I thought dryly. She seemed content to relax like that for awhile, so, being satisfied with the (relative) safety of the situation, I moved closer to the moccasins. As I got to within a few feet of the discarded footwear I couldn't help but notice a distinct temperature change. Not an oppressive heat or anything, but rather a particular sense of increased humidity. As I arrived at the heel of the left moccasin I broke into a quick jog to get some speed and then launched myself up. Luckily I managed to grab the rim of the shoe.

I guess all that basketball paid off afterall. As I went to pull myself up, I struggled a bit. Should have done pull-ups too, I thought while scowling. With a couple more heaves I lurched my body over the lip so my torso was dangling somewhat precariously over the interior of Ashley's moccasin. Before even gathering my bearings, I was assaulted by the scent. It hit hard at first, a potent cloud of foot sweat and the grime gathered by long use of the moccasins. But as I took in more of the stale air something about the smell grew thicker, murkier, and even more entirely unwholesome. It seemed to creep further and further into my nostrils. I exhaled and took the next breath in through my mouth, slowly, as though I wasn't sure there would any air to breath. I felt the warm reek filling my lungs and quickly noticed I could now taste it as well, with traces of salt registering on my taste buds, growing stronger by the second.

Surprised at the distinct intensity, and with just a bit of water in my eyes, I strengthened my resolve.

Well, this is what I'm here for..., I thought rather morbidly, and swung my legs over the lip of the shoe, allowing myself to fall inside. 

I landed with a decidedly wet smack. My face slammed into the insole of the moccasin, and as I pushed myself up I couldn't help but notice a fair bit of stickiness on the side of my face.

            I can't execute a graceful landing even in my dreams, I thought, rolling my eyes and sitting back on my haunches. I took in a deep breath...and saying I was "entirely overwhelmed" would be an understatement. The smell itself was thick and heady, yet completely intoxicating, and accompanied by a strong stinging sensation. Rather like railing a fat line of yayo; it burns on the way in, it certainly doesn't taste or smell good in any traditional sense, but yet it still leaves you thoroughly satisfied.

I began walking towards the toe section of the moccasin, the smell and lingering heat growing stronger. As I made progress I looked down at myself. Another snap of my fingers and my clothes disappeared.

            Fantasy just makes life so much simpler, I thought while shaking my head. I moved onward until a change in footing caused me to trip. I fell, my body crumpled against the most interior part of the shoe. I felt the indents that Ashley's enormous toes had gradually imprinted into the footwear. I crawled back a bit and laid right in front of them. Wrinkling my nose once more, I closed my eyes and waited patiently, my mind and body being compelled into inaction by the dominant stink of the moccasin.

A few minutes passed. Maybe more, it was hard to tell, and too dark to read my watch. Then I heard it. That loud, shrill ringing.

            The bell. My eyes shot open. Ladies and gentleman, or rather the singular form of the latter, without further ado, the moment you've been waiting for has arrived! I thought comically. I turned my head to the right so I was looking out the opening of the shoe. I could hear the shuffling of people getting ready to leave the class, the sound of backpacks zipping up, of people standing up. I could hear the voices of my classmates, asking each other what they were doing after class or where they were headed next. I was being eaten away with anticipation.

And finally, it happened. I saw Ashley's toes touch down in the heel of her moccasin. Long, but still thick and meaty with a pale coloration and a texture that looked sinfully soft. Her toes splayed out and came down again, pulling her foot further into her shoe. Ashley did that repeatedly, slowly working her whole foot into her moccasin, and bringing her larger than life toes all the nearer to me. When they landed right in front of my face, everything appeared to have gone into slow motion, though I had not done anything to cause it. They splayed out again, right over me, blocking out nearly all the light that I previously had to see. I looked up at the undersides of Ashley's gorgeous and gargantuan toes, feeling absolutely miniscule beneath them. My mouth gaped open on its own accord, my body seemingly out of my control because my mind was so preoccupied processing the emotions I was now having. I had never imagined I could undergo such a mixture of simultaneous excitement and fear. In fact that was the most surprising thing; that even in the exact moment in which one of my greatest fantasies was being fulfilled, at least half of me was in the grip of terror. At first I thought that profoundly strange, and an instant later I thought it not strange in the least.

            Just as it is the death that makes the life intriguing, so is it the terror that makes the fantasy. I had no more time to think though, because Ashley's toes were caving down over me. They landed, and I had more space than I thought I would. However, she scrunched up her toes quickly, far too quickly for me to react, and I was forced into Ashley's meaty and very soft toe crevice. It lasted only a second though, before her toes released me. I landed on the insole with a soft plop and proceeded to feel, more than see, her wide, soft toes settling comfortably into the indents that awaited them. Just as some of my terror started to subside, I heard a loud creaking noise, at which I couldn't help but cock my head in puzzlement. Within seconds, my eyes grew wide with understanding.

Ashley's toes collapsed on top of me as she stood up. I still had an extremely modest amount of space, but now her moccasin had become a truly intimate setting. I breathed in, labored as that process had now become. Ashley's feet had yet to share the same smell as her old shoe, reminding me more of neutral body wash than the unwholesome aroma I had, admittedly, entered her moccasin for.

I waited anxiously for her first step. Within seconds I was greeted with a brief feeling of weightlessness, that carried me somewhat gently up into her toe crevice, before her foot slammed back into the ground. It was, in short, all I had ever hoped it to be. The feeling itself was, rather naturally, one of crushing oppressiveness. The breath was knocked out of me, my body pushed into the bottom of her toes, their softness replaced with a much firmer strength. In my head, though, I couldn't help but be massively turned on by the fact that Ashley, by rights a normal, but attractive, college student, had become a goddess so mighty that she had thoroughly dominated my body and mind using only her toes, and had done so without even realizing it.

The walking continued for some time. As I understand it, humans are one of the most adaptable species on earth; we can become accustomed to anything, and quite quickly when necessity requires it. It turns out that adaptability also applies to becoming another human's toejam. At some point during that adaptation it had occurred to me that I didn't know if Ashley had a class after the one we shared, and if she did, where it was. And by "where it was" I really mean "how many steps away." As my body was repeatedly smashed into the soft underside of her toes I remained turned on in theory, though had extreme difficulty in finding a temporal outlet for my desires.

            "Patience is a virtue..." I grumbled to myself, in the ever increasing heat of Ashley's moccasin. Every once in awhile I could hear in voice, in between the crashes of her foot hitting the ground. When I heard a couple of doors opening and closing in quick succession I prayed that we were near her destination. At this point Ashley's foot had begun to sweat a bit, due in equal parts to her longish walk and the warm spring day in which she did the walking. I could feel her sweat dripping down onto my body from her toes. The muskier scent of her moccasins began to mix with the riper scent of fresh sweat, and all of that combined to make my environment hotter and muggier.

Finally, some weight lifted off me as Ashley sat down. Having my chest and lungs free from constant pressure allowed me to take my first full breath since Ashley's toes had first come down on me. I filled my lungs...and coughed somewhat violently at the increased potency of the smell.

            Eh, shallower breaths looks like the game plan. Ashley's toes suddenly scrunched up, once again forcing me deep into the soft, and now slick, toe crevice. As my face was mashed into the meaty part of Ashley's foot right at the base of her toes, I could feel my cock being pressed up against the bottom of her toes. The warmth and softness ignited a tingling sensation, that grew in intensity quickly. I writhed underneath her toes, both in order to free my face for air and to find a more appealing position for my growing erection. However, in the midst of doing that, Ashley's toes released me and I felt my whole world shift. Her foot was sliding away from me and out of the moccasin. While I initially frowned, as I felt the moccasin lifting and tipping upwards, my thoughts turned more to a disorganized panic. As the shoe reached almost 90 degrees vertical I tried to grab on to something but failed and entered a brief free fall.

            "Shit shit shit shit!" I exclaimed as I fell, feeling my stomach lift like on the drop of a rollercoaster. I slammed into the back heel of the shoe, shaking my head to fight some of the dizziness. Then I heard the loudest voice of my life.

            "What the...Jared, is that you?" I heard Ashley's gentle, but all-encompassing, voice say in a tone of bewilderment. I looked up at Ashley from her shoe, naked, my dick standing at attention, and more than partially covered in her foot sweat. Her huge eyes, which at any other point would have been quite enchanting, narrowed in what appeared to be growing displeasure.

            Fuck, fuck, think, what do I do?! I thought in a panic. Ashley's nostrils flared, her face looking more and more angry. Her mouth, which was now all but filling my vision, began to open. Drawing a blank, I did the only thing that came to mind. I waved my hand in front of me as fast as my arm would swing.

            "Insert plot device!" I yelled desperately, as loud and quickly as I could. In an instant Ashley's face drew back, her eyes softened, and her angry frown gradually turned upward and morphed into a coy smirk.

            Did...did it work? I leaned my head back instinctually, not knowing what to expect.

            "Did you enjoy the ride little man?' Ashley said in a sultry voice, her smirk growing bigger.

            "Uh...uhhh...wha-what?" I stuttered out of my mouth. I was understandably confused.

            "I said..." Ashley leaned her huge face in much closer, so that I could feel the gust of warm air from issuing forth from her mouth; "Did you. Enjoy. The ride?" She took her time with each word, not dragging them out, but saying them clearly and firmly with a low and provocative voice.

            Fuck, I think it worked. I didn't know what to say, what to think. My eyes darted downward. Still standing at attention. My eyes returned skyward, and were entranced by Ashley's enormous, and beautiful face. I gulped slowly, and then nodded meekly in response to her question.

            "Good" she said simply, looking pleased. Her eyes lowered just a bit though, and she began to reach her finger out to me.

            "It doesn't look like you're quite finished yet though" she said, grinning cheekily. I watched as her index finger slowly came up to me, and she used the soft pad of her colossal finger to gently stroke the underside of my cock. I shuddered. Really I guess it was more than a shudder, something akin to pleasurable convulsion. She was so tender, and so precise even though her finger was so large, it was mind-boggling. She pushed up ever so slightly and I convulsed again. As her face got closer to me, she wrinkled her cute nose and combined it with a teasing smile.

            "You really like the smell in there?" Ashley asked, raising an eyebrow. I wanted to answer her question, I really did. I wanted to do a lot of things I suppose, but the whole situation had become so unbelievable, so truly surreal, that I still hadn't quite regained my ability to think clearly. So I just nodded meekly again. She was still holding her moccasin vertical in her hand, in front of her face, and I was still balancing on the back part of her shoe. She gently poked me in the chest so my back was against the insole of her moccasin. I then felt the whole shoe tipping backwards, but she didn't lay it on the floor. The shoe hit solid ground after only a second, and I still wasn't very far from Ashley's face. Maybe I was at her chest height? It looked like she was sitting, although now the way she towered over me so much more made her look far more imperious. I'd be lying if I said I didn't like it.

I tried to ascertain where we were, but my field of vision was very limited from inside Ashley's moccasin, and even more so when she leaned over it. She had a stern look on her face, or at least she tried to make it seem that way, but her facade was given away by the unmistakable playfulness in her eyes.

            "I want to see you smell it" she said, faking an authoritative voice, trying hard to keep from smiling. I knew she was faking it, but it still sounded authoritative to me. I was laying on my back looking up at her, and I was overwhelmed by the entire situation. However, I still had the wherewithal to turn my head to the side, so my cheek was resting against the still-warm insole of Ashley's shoe, and give a nice, hard, theatric sniff. Her facade broke down completely, and she was again wearing that coy smirk. Meanwhile, my sinuses were undergoing the pleasurable burn of breathing in the thick musk inside her moccasin. My cock throbbed, and somehow Ashley noticed.

            "Yeah, you definitely like it" she said, giggling. I was in heaven. Laying on the insole of Ashley's old, smelly moccasin, stark naked, with a raging hard-on, while she playfully teased me about all of it.

            Yep, this is heaven, I thought dryly, finally coming back to my senses, at least in an abstract sense.

            "Well my excited little toy, I just came back to my dorm to grab a couple things I need" Ashley said while she stood up.

            So that's where we are, that makes sense, I thought, nodding my own affirmation.

            "And then I'll be going to the library" Ashley continued. At this point she was out of sight, and her disembodied voice bared more than a slight resemblance to a true deity. I heard some miscellaneous shuffling, draws opening and closing, and then my goddess came back into view.

            "And you'll be coming with me" she said with a gentle smile. She leaned in a bit closer to my position. "You'll stay  in my shoe of course, but I promise I won't forget about you little one" Ashley said with a sly smile and a wink.

            I like the sound of that. I started to get up off my back and return to the toe of her shoe when it suddenly lurched into the air.

            "Heads up" I heard her voice say nonchalantly. And suddenly I was freefalling. I felt entirely weightless, and that feeling never ceases to inspire me with a life-affirming terror. I didn't fall for long though, only enough to slam into the toe end of the moccasin. Rather suddenly I felt the crash of the moccasin hitting the floor as well. Despite the jarring I had just experienced, I shook it off and took up the position I had before, laying down sideways right before the indents made by Ashley's enormous toes. I waited, a good deal more anxious than I was the last time I was waiting in the same place and position. I heard the booms caused by Ashley's footfalls as she moved about her room, getting ready to leave. Finally, they stopped, and I saw the massive, thick toes drop down onto the insole. Ashley must have hooked her finger in the back of the shoe to pull it on, because her toes appeared to surge forward at terrifying speed. My eyes grew wide but Ashley managed to lift her toes in time for them to float right over me and then settle down heavily into their familiar indentations. Ashley wiggled her toes, arched her foot and then pushed her sole down to get her immense foot comfortable in the moccasin. Then she began walking again.

Weightlessness. Breath in the murky, thick, oxygen-low foot stink. Crushingly heavy weight. Covered in fresh layer of warm, slick sweat. [Don't] rinse and repeat. That's essentially what being less than two inches tall and tucked underneath the toes of an immensely huge goddess is like. Objectively speaking, that would suck horribly. Funny thing is, every time my face is pushed into the soft skin of Ashley's sweaty toes, it makes me hornier and hornier.

            Isn't life funny like that? I thought with an amused grin. Before too long the walking stopped, and some of the weight lifted off me, which seemed to indicate that Ashley was now sitting down. Suddenly I saw light, and the tiniest bit of cool air flow into the shoe. Ashley had slipped her foot out just a bit. I shifted my body in an attempt to crane my head and look, but I felt Ashley's toes close around me and bring me back into the heated embrace of her toe crevice.

            "Uh uh little one, you stay right where I want you." Ashley's voice certainly sounded playful, but I could definitely also hear a note of dominance in there.

            "I've got a paper to work on" she continued; "So feel free to amuse yourself while you're down there."

            I've always thought I'm a lucky son of a bitch, but this really proves it.

            "If you show me some gratitude, I might be even be convinced to help you out..." Ashley trailed off, using that sultry voice again.

            No, actually, that proves it. She pulled her moccasin back on fully, and I felt Ashley setting it back on the ground.

            Only one way I know how to show gratitude, I thought rather lewdly. I pushed my face into the soft meat at the base of Ashley's big toe and bit down, playfully biting at her thick skin. I licked up and down slowly, biting every available space. Before long Ashley's massive toes curled in, shrinking my extra space to nil. As I became completely surrounded by her foot and toes, and was lifted off the insole of the shoe; as my face was pressed into the sweaty undersides of her toes repeatedly, I felt true powerlessness. I realized, with a bit of a startle too, that Ashley could with me whatever she wanted. That there was absolutely nothing I could do to stop her. No matter how much I squirmed or yelled or fought, with the lightest of movements she could grind me into a fine paste in-between her soft but still deadly toes.

            That's the hottest thing ever, I thought flatly. At this point I had been sporting a hard-on for so long that I thought if I didn't get rid of it I would start suffering oxygen deprivation in my brain from lack of blood flow. I tried to reach an arm down to adjust its position, but the tight grip of Ashley's toes prevented it. So I did the only thing I could: I squirmed. After about 15 seconds or so she seemed to get the message, and she allowed me a tiny bit more room. I immediately used the additional space to reach my arm down and find a place to relive myself. I felt a suitable gap in-between two of Ashley's gigantic, meaty toes, so I grabbed my cock and stuffed it in. The wet, slickness of her sweat allowed me to thrust into the hot, soft pocket between her toes. I leaned my head back and gasped for breath in the smelly, muggy space underneath Ashley's foot, and as I did so, she squeezed her toes tighter. I could feel my dick being all but entombed in her warm skin and I found myself on the brink. I saw and felt the plush pad of Ashley's big toe brush over my face. I bit into it as I busted in between her toes. I moaned and grunted into the underside of her toe, in the midst of the most intense orgasm I had ever had. My cock pulsed against her warm, slick skin, and as I lay in the afterglow, I felt her toes release their hold slightly. As I lay underneath her, my body still quivering, she guided my head up into the hot, dingy gap between her big and second toe.

Thank you. Tired as I was, I stuck my tongue out and licked obediently.

Though I couldn't see anything, and I had no way of truly knowing, I was sure Ashley was smiling triumphantly.