“Get the fuck off me you stupid cunt!”
Leanan shouted into the warm, clammy flesh of the sole pressing on top of her. Despite the paleness of the skin the sole managed to block out any light, sealing her in increasingly warm darkness.
“Come on you stupid little fairy, just try to fight me!” sneered a booming voice from above. Strange to call the voice booming – minutes ago Leanan heard it as the same level of squeaky shrillness as her own.
But then she ended up under a foot.
Even with the temperature rising, the skin really did not seem that warm – the massive owner of the foot really did not have great circulation it seemed. The skin was almost eerily smooth, like the girl barely went outside or walked at all; porcelain white flesh made up the coffin that was slowly suffocating Leanan.
“My fuckin’ word I can barely even feel you down there you little fey piece of shit, are you really so pathetic you can’t even resist a dainty foot like mine?” the voice from beyond the realm of foot sneered.
However, Leanan was fighting with all she had. She dug her nails into whatever plane of flesh she could find, she tried sink her teeth onto a ridge of flesh made by one of the massive wrinkles that happened to stretch across the patch of skin smothering her face, and of course she was kicking into the arch of the foot with all her might with her little legs. But what could a three-inch-tall fairy girl do?
The diminishing air around her was musty and stale; there was not a powerful funk to the foot, thankfully, but the sheer size of the massive appendage emphasized the slight sweaty tang it had. It did not help that Leanan’s nose was shoved right into a wrinkle on the ball of the foot, forcing every breath to be laced with this girl’s mild foot scent.
“Is that really the best you can do?” Leanan’s captor balked from up above, “Really? Shit, I should just put you out of your misery right now you pathetic little piece of fey trash… but hey, maybe if you give my foot a little love I’ll lift it up? I know you of all people know what I want.”
Was this bitch serious? Leanan instantly knew what she wanted, but could she really do it?
These questions were cut off as the massive pale bale of the foot began to slowly put extra pressure on Leanan’s tiny fey head. She tried to steel herself from the pressure, turn her head away to ease the discomfort on her long nose, but the massive girl stepped things up.
The fairy felt the huge ball of the begin to rock in circles slowly; tiny circles for her captor, but for Leanan, she felt her head being forced painfully.
Pulling her head from her thin neck, feeling like it might almost snap it off, followed by the ball of the foot shoving her head down against her neck, feeling like her poor neck might shattered under the pressure, this pattern repeated over and over. As it did, the pressure only got worse, making each motion harder on the poor little fey.
Leanan grit her teeth; she balled her tiny hands into fists, her nails sinking into her palms and making herself bleed. She did everything she can to try to ignore the pain, but it was not enough.
Finally, unable to take it anymore, she slid her long fey tongue out of her mouth and towards the sole tormenting her.
The shape of her tongue worked out perfectly, she realized in horror; her long tongue slide into the wrinkle presented before her just right – if this were any other situation Leanan would have been so satisfied at the perfect fit – and as she drug the tongue along the wrinkle, it was just wide enough fill the wrinkle, but long enough to extend enough to make sure her captor really felt that lick.
Of course, she was less satisfied with the grime her tongue was picking up; her tongue felt like it had a disgusting film all over it, peppered with tiny pebbles. She hacked, trying to remove them, even as she felt a rumbling moan from above.
“That’s the shit, you fucking little toy, your little tongues always feel so fuckin good. I could just force this foot down on you all day, keep you down in my shoe and force you to lick, but hey, I’m true to my word,” the massive woman groaned as she actually did slowly lift her foot.
Leanan watched as light once again entered her world, looking up to be able to actually see the pale sole flesh as it receded away; once the foot was removed, she bolted upright to her feet, glaring as the face of her captor came into view.
The face that was exactly the same as Leanan’s face.
Leanan stared up at this exact replica of herself, sitting on its oversized ass, each skinny jean clad leg bent with their knees up, and with the colossal clone leaning over said knees so she could sneer down at the tinier version of herself; her colossal lime green ponytail fell down with a thud near Leanan, startling the tiny fey.
“Look at your fuckin hair, maybe I should try wearing mine out?” the massive clone said as she smirked down to Leanan, noting how the tinier fey’s own lime green hair was an absolute frizzy mess, half matted to her back.
“What’s the big idea here you fucking bitch? Who are you, why do you fucking look like me, and where the fuck o you get off stepping on me and tormenting me like this?” Leanan growled with new energy, stamping her tiny foot ineffectually to punctuate her questions.
‘You got the wrong idea, you moronic little fairy bug; I don’t look like you, I AM YOU. Well, a way better version of course, as you can see,” the colossal clone gestured to her body; nothing impressive at all, she was frail and flat.
However, to Leanan, she was massive.
“What? How the fuck does that make sense? I’M me! How the fuck can there be more than one of me?” Leanan crosses her arms as she snarled up past those knees to that smug face. “Also, like, news flash: If you’re me, that means you’re fey too, you giant bitch.”
“Not a bad question, little fey bug,” the titan clone mumbled as she tapped her chin.
“How can there be two of us indeed? Maybe I am some giant clone someone based on you? Or maybe you’re the clone? Maybe everything you think you know is just a lie, something invented by me, that smarter people put into your little clone brain? Maybe you’re nothing more than a little fuckin’ fairy toy designed by me, and you don’t even know it?”
Leanan’s head spun. What the hell could this mean? How could she be standing between the two feet of a gigantic clone of her; this could not be real, right?
“Or maybe, maybe I’m what we’ve wished for all our lives. You hate being a fey, I know you do. We hate them, why would we wanna be one? Why would we want to be weak and powerless?” the huge clone said with a slow, calculated tone, taking a deep inhale through her long nerdy nose and exhaling out her mouth.
“We always wished we could be bigger than we were, better, stronger; maybe that’s me? Maybe I’m your wish come true,” the mega clone smirked down to the smaller version between her feet.
Leanan could barely focus on that smirking face above her, or anything for that matter. How could any of this be? She wished for that. This huge thing, whatever she was, she hit the nail on the head, but it did not make sense.
“But… if my wish came true, then how come I’m still fucking small like this? How come you’re… even existing? This doesn’t make sense, there can’t be two of us!”
“Well, that is one thing we can agree on,” the titan clone snorted as she lifted one of her massive white feet off the ground once more.
Leanan stared at the rising foot in horror.
“What the fuck are you doing?” Leanan gasped, falling onto her thin butt from simply tilting her head back to look up at the rising sole.
“It’s like you said, there can’t be two of us. And obviously, I mean, I’m the version we should go with, shouldn’t we? I’m the superior version,” the giantess clone chuckled darkly as she positioned her foot over her miniature self.
“No, you can’t just replace me! I’m Leanan, I’m me!” Leanan pleaded, scooting away uselessly on her butt as the ball of the foot was lined up with her.
“Come on don’t make this harder than it has to be,” the new Leanan groaned, “look at it this way, I’m honoring your wish: once this is done, all that will remain is the you you wished for. It’s what you wanted.”
With a single twitch of her long pale toes, Leanan brought the foot crashing down and finalized her wish.
“I don’t know, it seems kind of demeaning, doesn’t it?”
Leanan mumbled to herself as she looked over her petite body; her total lack of curves definitely did not make her feel particularly confident in the halter top and skirt she was wearing, both in garish neon 90’s colors. The outfit certainly did not hide the fey’s boney shoulders or her exposed ribcage or hip bones.
“I’m really not feeling the exposed midriff; like, if you want to have one, doesn’t it need to actually look good? Fuck, I never realized how scrawny I am,” Leanan continued as she looked at her feint reflection in the glass in front of her.
That is until a massive face brought itself down to her level on the other side of the glass, totally ruining the view she had of herself. Not that the view of this face was much better, as the curved and textured nature of the glass wall in front of Leanan heavily distorted this woman’s face; she already had a pretty big honking hook nose, but the view through the glass made it look like a massive bird beak, while the smile on those big pink painted lips looked like more of a zig zag, like the woman was an unhappy cartoon character. Leanan could not help but snort at the image.
“Oh, come onnnnnn Lil’ Lea, no one’s going to even be able to tell! I mean, like, how could they tell anyways, you’re the size of a finger, and a human finger at that, not even a hybrid finger like mine,” the huge woman on the other side of the glass smirked, though it was still pretty hard to tell what her expression was.
“Hey watch it! I don’t fuckin’ need you starting on that “too small to see” bullshit, three inches isn’t that damn tiny!” Leanan shouted at the funhouse face.
“Yeah yeah touchy Lil’ Lea I get it, come on that’s not where I’m going with this,” the face groaned, her hot breath beginning to fog up the glass between them, that colossal hook nose and mouth exhaling huge gusts of hot humid breath.
“What I mean is, like, no one is even going to be looking at those little details, if they can even see them through the glass; everyone is just going to be focusing on the sexy little fairy gyrating her sexy little ass for the table!” the massive woman cheered, her voice getting louder and louder; as awkward as it was the glass at least somewhat shielded Leanan from the harsh sound waves.
Leanan blushed, rubbing one of her exposed shoulders as she looked down at her body once more, and then back up to the eyes she could barely make out over that hook schnozz.
“You really think I’m sexy?” Leanan quavered up to the woman.
“Uhm, YES,” the massive woman responded with a barking laugh, “come on, you know I do, you ask me that all the time, you silly little girl! Don’t you remember how hot n’ bothered you got me when I had you grind that skinny ass on this big ol’ schnozz last night?”
The massive woman smirked in pride and bumped the glass with the tip of said schnozz She always was oddly proud of its distinctive size and shape; Leanan could never tell if this was strange or charming. Probably just a hybrid thing.
“That’s true I guess, but I mean, it also could have just been my wing dust,” the fairy trailed off as she looked over her shoulder to the pair of butterfly-like wings on her back, giving them a tiny flap and making a small cloud sparking dust appear around her.
“This again? Come on Leanan, for the last time, I didn’t ask you to do that just so I could get that dust of yours. Is it so weird I just like having my skinny little girlfriend against my big ol’ nose?”
“Uh, well I mean, maybe a little, don’t you think?”
“Whaaaaat? No! Hybrids just, like, like that! We just like having our little feys close to us in that way. Besides, I know you like it when I nose you, I can smell it!”
“I guess…”
“For the last time again, I swear, I’m not using you as a drug. I feel like I shouldn’t have to say that,” the massive woman concluded. “We should be focused on tonight anyways, shouldn’t we?”
“Yeah, yeah I guess,” Leanan shook her head, “Sorry I shouldn’t be all weird I guess I’m just not used to hybrid affection yet.”
“Well get used to it little cutie, because this hybrid loves you and is going to be showing you a lot of it!” the massive woman beamed. “ANYWAYS, so, when you’re dancing in there, make sure to REALLY slut it up! Maybe even offer to strip for them, really get them to make it rain on you!”
“Wait what? I thought I was doing this for fun, what’s this about money?” Leanan demanded, furrowing her brow at the face peering in on her.
“I mean, yeah it’s for fun, but a girl’s gotta make some money, somehow, doesn’t she? My rent’s coming up, do you really expect me to not try to pay it off?” The massive woman frowned, at least Leanan assumed the blurred expression was a frown.
“Look Maribelle, I don’t know about this,” Leanan started.
“No come on, it’s fine, you’ll be perfectly safe inside the bottle, they won’t be able to touch you!”
Leanan just then remembered where she was, becoming acutely aware that the glass prison she stood in was an empty glass soda bottle, Coca-Cola to be exact. She looked upwards, seeing the swirling shaped glass prison extend far above her head, reaching the hole she squeezed her skinny self through; sticky Coke residue stuck to the inside of the bottle all around her, most likely partially responsible for making it hard to see Maribelle on the other side.
“Yeah, about that, why exactly did you decide on a Coke bottle? I mean I guess I can kinda see the appeal, it’s like cage dancing, but a Coke bottle?” Leanan asked with a cocked eyebrow she hoped Maribelle could see.
“What? Duh, because you love Coke, silly lil’ fey!” Maribelle said with the pride and smile of someone who knew their girlfriend inside and out, grinning down to her little trapped fairy.
“I don’t love Coke!” Leanan shouted, glaring through the glass, “No I don’t like this,” she muttered as she fluttered upwards and began squeezing herself through the bottle opening.
“What the hell? You go on all the time about how you love Coke!” Maribelle retorted with a huff of her own, lifting her head up above the bottle, buffeting Leanan’s lime green hair with her breath.
“NO, actually,” Leanan growled as she forced herself through the opening, and awkwardly balanced on the rim of the bottle, “I’ve said that I ironically like the idea of Coke in how it has morphed into weird symbol of a populace that is happy with it’s horrible place in a capitalist system robs individuals of what makes them people and-“
“Oh my gawd Lea’, I don’t need another one of your lectures on capitalism and masses and systems,” Maribelle moaned with a huge sigh that washed over Leanan and almost knocked her off of her perch.
“Yeah well it’s important to me!” Leanan shouted as she wobbled from the force of a hot humid wave of air colliding with her, “If you gave a shit you’d-“
Leanen squeaked as she was interrupted by a massive thumb and pair of fingers plucking her up delicately, but with enough force to knock the air out of her.
“Now that’s enough of that kinda talk, Lil’ Lea’, you’re getting all fussy and like, we can’t be havin’ that, like, if you’re all pouty that ass won’t pull in any cash,” Maribelle said with a smile, though the smile got harder to see for Leanan as the massive hybrid woman brought her closer to the tip of that hook nose.
Soon all Leanan could really see was that huge nose and the cheek of her girlfriend, not that it mattered she still wanted to fight, but she was still held too tight; by the time she could even get words out she was interrupted by the side of that big nose tip grinding against her neck and the side of her head. Leanan’s whole body shuddered as her erogenous zones were rubbed by something so firm and large.
“Oh I felt that, cute Lil’ Lea’, she, like, totally loves this big ol’ schnozz doesn’t she? Go on, say it,” Maribelle cooed down to Leanan, the soft words still rumbling through her body.
“Nnn… I like it,” Leanan forced out, and sucked in another breath to try to fight back against the waves of pleasure and relaxation, spreading through her body, “but I really don’t like how you don’t listen to me, and I don’t know how I feel about this idea and-“
“Mm, enough talk Lil’ Lea, just let your big ol’ girlfriend take care of you, we’ll talk about this later,” Maribelle mumbled softly.
Leanan could hardly object with how good it was feeling, though she raised her eyebrow as she found herself laid down on her belly in Maribelle’s expansive palm; she looked out at the huge warm platform, wrinkles spreading like small valleys in all directions. She really did not appreciate these huge hands enough, Maribelle was right in that they were a lot bigger than a human’s hand, each finger seemed so much thicker and longer, the palm was so much more spacious and-
“Mmph!” Leanan shouted into the flesh of the hand as her head was forced down into it.
It was a familiar feeling, the bulbous downward curve of the nose crushing down on the back of her skull, neck, and even some of her shoulders, and she felt the feeling of the rest of the even more massive structure hoovering over the rest of her and then some; Leanan’s little wings flapped nervously, rubbing around the rims of massive nostrils, which caused a rumbling groan from the massive mouth behind her that shook her to the core.
“That’s nice Leanan, that feels really good, I’m so glad you let me love you like this,” Maribelle cooed.
“Just lay down and like, accept it. I mean, like, enjoy it! You love this, just enjoy it, let your girlfriend love on ya with her big ol’ schnozz, like, savor it, you’ll feel so good you won’t even care about being like, my little stripper.”
Leanan heard Maribelle laugh, her usual loud laugh that made Leanan’s long fey ears ring. She wanted to tell her to shut up and let her go this instant, but she could not hope to get herself unpinned, so she just accepted it as ordered.