"Imposing". That was the only thing that came to my mind looking at that tremendous display. Before me, big as a palace, stood the foot of my friend Tiffany. 
The black fabric of her shoe went up to her ankle, the only portion of flesh left uncovered by her never-ending black jeans that reached up to the chair which stood far above me. I didn't remember how I ended up at that size, under a chair in a seemingly endless marble floor of what looked like the corridor of my campus. I just knew that I should have acted and fast, but I was bewitched by that vision of grandeur. 
Some minute passed before I started walking on the cold floor towards her. It was only when I passed over the edge of the chair that I was finally able to see her entirely: the other foot was dangling lazily over her crossed legs; higher still, a black shirt that accentuated her bosom and finally her heavenly face, framed in long, chestnut locks. Her dark eyes, surrounded by the golden, fine frame of her glasses were pointed towards the heavy textbook on her lap and her gaze was following her neatly painted fingernails, that scanned through the thick lines of the book. That girl was an astonishing sight. And I had to try to be saved by her from that situation. 
The only way to do that, however, was to get noticed, which was quite a challenging task. I approached her shoe: the size of the enormous footwear made me feel uneasy: if Tiffany wanted to, she could easily step on me to death. Although intimidated, I touched the greyish plastic sole of the shoe, lightly consumed from walking. I began climbing the black side of her shoe, trying to reach its tip. The face of my titanic friend was now covered by the book she was reading. From her point of view, it would have been pretty easy to spot me, a pinkish dot against an ocean of black fabric, but, unfortunately, she wasn't looking. Before me stood a long black plain, interrupted only by tied shoelaces, up to her bare ankle. 
Suddenly, a shift backward made me lose my balance and I had to grab the fabric to endure the push. Tiffany put the other shoe in front of the tip of the first and started to pull it out. An obelisk-like foot appeared before me, clad in a transparent, nylon sock, while she adjusted an annoying wrinkle on it. As if she knew she had a spectator, that action seemed to me some kind of warning, reminding me of her grandeur before me. She shoved the foot back into the shoe and I could continue my climbing. 
I had taken just a few steps when the shoe I was on was suddenly moved upward. I barely grabbed a handful of cloth to hold in time and when I looked again before me I saw, over the long leg stretched in the air, the gigantic, innocent face of Tiffany, looking right towards me. "Got you..." she said with a reprimand tone. I tried to stand up to explain her the situation, but as I moved a quick leap of her foot made me fall prone on the tip of the shoe. 
"Do not move. Not a single muscle." she said in a cold tone, while a hand with perfect nail polish was headed towards me. I tried again to get up, but the hand of the gigantic girl reached me and grabbed me in a soft, yet irresistible, grip. I was covered in her warm hand and lifted away: a feeling of vertigo seized me and, captured in the darkness of her hand, I started to panic.

When her hand opened, I was curled in a ball and scared to death in the middle of it, while the massive girl was examining me with a curious smile. 
I could hardly stand up and, albeit being intimidated a little by her massive visage, I began telling her about the little I knew about how I ended up at that size on her shoe and how I needed her help. Tiffany observed me carefully throughout my speech and when I was done she replied, with a patient tone, but almost smugly "Alright, I couldn't hear a single thing of what you just said, because you are a little too small for my ears, but I promise you I won't leave you here, all alone". She lowered her hand and slid me back on the cold floor, in front of her massive shoe. Then, she began to apply pressure on the heel of her shoe, until her foot came off. With a slow, careful movement, she placed her nylon-clad foot on the floor right before me. 
The hot steam exhaled by her slightly hot foot covered the marble floor in its surroundings, while the faint scent of sweat, just barely perceptible, reached my nostrils. I was so stunned by the sight of that little, everyday scene from my new perspective that I didn't notice her gigantic hand before she picked me up. "Sorry, but I need to keep you safe until I get home" she said, bringing me closer to the entrance of her shoe and sliding me in. I fell inside and when I got up, I noticed the greyish print of her heel and, far away in the darkness, five smaller marks, left by her toes. I looked up just to see the massive hand moving away and Tiffany's bright smile, while she waved at me. Then, I was covered by the shadow of her colossal foot, about to slide in. 
"Hold on tight... And try not to die down there!" Tiffany said with a giggle, while her foot started to descend inside. I couldn't believe my friend was doing that to me, but when her foot started to chase me with no intention of stopping, I ran as fast as I could towards the tip of the shoe. Soon, my eyes adjusted to the darkness and I saw the nylon sock getting closer and closer, with five perfectly painted toes clearly visible underneath. Pressed against the tip of the shoe, I stood between her second and third toe, playfully brushing against me to ensure my position. With a twisting movement and a tremendous impact, the giantess moved her first step. I immediately doubted my chances of survival during the long way home. With each step, I was smashed hard against the sides of the shoe or the toes of my friend, but I did my best to endure that torture: I was sure that once we got to her home, my friend would have surely helped me. But as the time went on, I grew more and more tired and the scarce quantity of air was getting damper and hotter, as well as faintly sweaty. I had lost the notion of time when I heard Tiffany's voice booming: "I'm home!". Right then I started to black out, I fell on the bottom of the shoe and, right before losing consciousness I prayed Tiffany not to crush me beneath her, hoping in her carefulness. 
When I woke up, I was trapped on the wooden surface of a desk, in the impossibly big room of the girl. Four pieces of duct tape held me down, one for each of my limbs. On my left, the giantess' feet were casually placed on the desk, while she comfortably laid on a chair, busy looking at the screen of her phone. I tried to wiggle, pointlessly, and she noticed me. She laid down her feet, put her phone on the desk and came closer to me. "Good morning, sleepyhead!" she said with sarcasm "How was your trip? I hope my shoes were comfy, but judging from your conditions when I took you out, it wouldn't seem so" she added with a giggle. "Anyway..." she began while bringing a finger up to her chin "I tied you up that way for an... experiment". A grin grew wider and wider on her face, while she added, excited "You know, I don't think you have many possibilities to grow back to normal size... According to my measurements, you are now a cute little boy of 2,47 centimetres in height!".

I still couldn’t believe that. Stuck at an insignificant height, I was apparently held captive by my giantess friend Tiffany, trapped on the surface of her desk. I looked back at her, despair and shock still on my face after her last words; in return, I met only her playful, amused gaze. She lowered one of her massive fingers towards me. I instinctively tensed up, as the pad of her finger gently tapped on my chest, covering it entirely with every touch. “Aren’t you a cute little thing…” she teased with a malicious tone. I started to feel uncomfortable, each of her taps was knocking the air out of my lungs and it soon became difficult for me to keep up with her rhythm. I started to wheeze hard, I would have shouted to her to stop, but the air was continuously put out of me.  At last, her pounding stopped, she shifted her finger and pointed one of her perfectly lacquered nails on my chest. She poked it just slightly into my flesh, not hurting too much, but every movement I tried to make sent a sharp pain through all my body. She started speaking, a sympathetic, shy smile on her lips “Don’t worry. I know that you could feel… frantic, being stuck at that size, but I will take care of you”. Her tone shifted suddenly to a grave one: “You’ll have to earn your living, though”.
Her last sentence surprised me, and I became a little suspicious. Then she leaned forward on the desk and started freeing me from the tape. I stumbled to get to my feet, due to my still stretched muscles, but I was finally able to stand. Tiffany placed her hand on the desk and rested her head, tilted to one side, on it, in order to watch me closely. I could feel every breath she exhaled on my skin, like a gentle breeze, that could, however, blow me away, if she only wanted to. “Let’s make a pact”. The words spoken by my gigantic friend boomed into my ears, dazing me for a few moments, until she began speaking again “I will keep you safe until I find a way to help you with your… size problem. In exchange, you serve me. Without question. Do we have a deal?”.
Tiffany’s proposal quite upset me. Why did she want to make a deal at all? And what did she mean with “serve”? I didn’t have much of a choice, so after a few moments I agreed, nodding exaggeratedly, so that she could clearly see me, even at that size. “Good! Then a deal it is!” she exclaimed happily. My friend stretched out an enormous hand towards me, with the intent of shaking mine. I held out my much smaller hand and the best I could do was squeezing the pad of one of her fingers. She laughed playfully at my poor attempt and reached for me, plucking me up between her thumb and her index finger. She got up and walked to a drawer next to her bed, in which she stored her shoes. She opened it and casually dropped me in. I fell prone and when I raised my eyes, I saw Tiffany’s face looking down at me. “I don’t have a proper bed for you, but I guess you could find shelter for the night in one of my shoes... Just choose your favourite!” she said giggling, just before slamming the drawer shut and sealing me inside for the night. I was left alone in complete darkness, the sound of the padding of her bare feet against the tiles of the floor becoming lower and lower as she walked away. As my eyes adjusted to the low light, I saw the entrance to one of the shoes she was wearing today, tossed carelessly aside. I ventured to the front of the dark cavern: it released warmth and a faint scent of sweat, due to the long and recent use my friend had made of it. The sweaty smell, however, was mixed with a sweet odour, maybe cherry: Tiffany probably sprayed some deodorant after the use. I decided to go in and I settled myself on the bottom of the shoe, where I was being smothered not long before. I closed my eyes, wondering why my friend behaved so gently with me, yet acted so unexpectedly weirdly. Why did I have to sleep in her shoe, where she almost crushed me? Why did she put me in there in the first place? Troubled, that night I drifted off in Tiffany’s shoe, with a bittersweet smell of sweat and cherry taking over my senses.
The following morning, I awakened with a start as the ground shook: the giantess opened the drawer. She took something while I was getting up and, as I approached the exit, I felt that the whole shoe was being lifted.  I was brought up, then Tiffany turned the shoe upside down, I fell through the entrance and she caught me in her hand. “Good morning, did you sleep well in there?” she asked me, cheerily. She didn’t even wait for an answer, as she spoke again “I hope you are well-rested, because today you’re gonna have to work hard to repay me”. She immediately lowered me to her legs; I saw she was wearing a pair of knee-high boots and I started to worry. My friend suddenly dropped me into her boots, but the section between her thigh and the side of her footwear was too tight, and I ended up stuck on her warm, soft skin. I looked up in terror and I met her gaze and an expression of amusement painted on her face. “Your will spend the day as my footrest, doing all you can to put my foot at ease”. She lowered her index finger down her boot, pushing me down. “Now…
In. 
You.
Go.”
I fell to the bottom of her footwear, stumbling on top of her socked foot and rolling down clumsily to the toe section. She felt me in that area, and she snugged my tiny body with her massive toes, now clad in a pink, cotton sock. I was being pressed down by all her toes at once, completely beneath her, as she started to walk, beginning her day with me as her inshoe. For the next hours, I was tossed back and forth and grinded against the bottom of Tiffany’s boot. While she was attending her lessons, she toyed with my little, helpless body, hugging me with her toes and smashing me along her socked sole. Soon, her foot started to radiate heat and I found myself trapped in a steam room with my friend’s foot. She began to sweat too, and her damp sock started to release a pungent, yet almost sugary smell, hardly bearable. My nostrils were filled for hours by that indelicate and hardly feminine scent, that fitted very little to my friend.
Only once, during her lunch break she let me out. I heard the zipper of her boot being opened, her foot was removed from atop of me and a bright light blinded me. The giantess picked me up and held me in her hand. “Hey, I just wanted to check out if you still were on one piece… Did you like being underneath me?”. I shouted all my frustration, my sadness and my fear in response, but as always, my words went lost in the air, being too low to be perceived by the gigantic being that was watching me without understanding. “I hope you already got used to the perfume down there, because we are barely halfway through my day! But worry not, I am here to help you out, after all…”. She moved close her polished thumb, on which some breadcrumbs had been crushed to match my size. “Bon appétit!” Tiffany exclaimed, watching me with curiosity and amazement as I avidly consumed my scarce meal.  But above all, I was terribly thirsty, and I tried to communicate that to my giant friend. “Oh, poor thing, you want something to drink? I can help you with that…” she said with a mischievous tone. She lifted me to the height of her lips and let out a stream of translucid saliva right on her hand, before me. I couldn’t believe she was forcing me to drink that, but I was desperate, and I thought I might have died of dehydration if I were to spend more hours without water. I kneeled on Tiffany’s warm skin, and I began to drink the thick liquid, feeling disgusted and humiliated. Her surprised voice boomed above me “Wow, I was just kidding, I didn’t think you were actually going to drink my spit. I must have really thrashed you hard! Now, if you’re done, it’s time to get back to your task”. I panicked, praying her not to put me back in there, but it was for naught: she dropped me on the bottom of her empty boot and started to slide her foot inside, covering me once again. Tiffany pulled up the zipper of her boot and I was held captive there for the next five hours.

It was only when Tiffany returned home that I was finally released from my humiliating prison. The gigantic girl took out her tired, hot foot from her knee-high boot and she loomed over the entrance of her footwear, inspecting carefully its bottom. Deep down, in the dim light, lay a tiny, bruised figure, shivering and all covered in sweat: it was me. As I felt the pressure being released, I looked up, squinting my eyes because of the bright light of the outer world and trying to breath fresh air, and I met a pair of inquiring eyes, peeking at me. My friend’s voice boomed loudly high above me, deafening my sensible ears: “I must say that the odour isn’t exactly pleasant down here, but you managed to survive somehow… I am honestly impressed!”. She harshly picked me up, squeezing me harder than usual between her thumb and her index finger; I tried to break free from her iron grasp, threatening to break my already frail body, but it was useless.

Tiffany dropped me carelessly on the desk in her impossibly huge room, where I had been trapped the day before, and she sat in front of me. I turned to her and met an ice-cold gaze, every trace of sympathy now gone from her face as she inspected me as if I were some kind of rare specimen, about to be tested. Suddenly, she lifted her socked feet between me and her and my vision was entirely filled by a wall of pink, cotton texture: I stepped back in fear just seconds before she dropped them on the desk. The fresh air I had just gained was immediately oppressed by the familiar, bittersweet stench of her feet, and in many areas the fabric of the sock was damp from the sweat, adhering to the moist flesh behind. My friend put one hand on top of each foot and started slowly taking off her socks: first her huge, sweaty heel, then her slender, pale sole and finally her big, rounded toes came off. Normally, her feet would be considered slender or petite; however, from my point of view, I was facing a pair of immense obelisks of flesh.

I stood motionless and short-breathed before her feet for a few moments, not fully realising the grandeur of that sight. Then, she separated her feet, opening a space between them where she could look at me directly. I stared at her with a mixture of fear, panic and incomprehension in my eyes, unsure of what my enormous friend’s intentions were. Tiffany grinned maliciously at me “You’re really clueless, aren’t you? Come on, after all you went through you really can’t tell what I’m about to ask you?”.  An unsettling thought crossed my mind, but I refused to acknowledge it, until she confirmed my suspicion. My friend raised her feet in the air and dropped them heavily on the desk, with a mighty thud that made me lose my balance. She giggled and her loud voice boomed with an imperious tone: “You will now lick my feet clean, using only your puny tongue. Oh, and don’t even think about refusing or finding some kind of excuse. I can be pretty… persuasive at this size, so you’d better not annoy me today. Now off you go, it’s time, as I said, to earn your living!”.

I couldn’t believe that I heard those words coming out of my friend’s mouth. I thought Tiffany to be a kind soul, she had always been cordial and friendly with me, how could she ask me, or rather, command me to do something so hideous and humiliating? And yet, I had to do it, least I wanted to incur the giantess’ wrath. Slowly, I walked toward the pink mass of flesh that was her right heel. As I came closer, I noticed her skin was visibly sweaty, and small, cotton fibres from her sock were stuck on the surface of her skin. When I arrived right in front of her heel, my nostrils flared with the bittersweet, penetrating scent of her feet more than ever. Hopelessly, I leaned forward, pulled out my tongue, and gave a reticent lick, all long the surface of Tiffany’s foot. A bittersweet and simultaneously salty flavour penetrated my mouth and the giantess burst into laughter: “Wow, I didn’t actually expect you to give up so easily! You’re so perfectly submissive!”.

The humiliating task went on for hours, and I kept licking while she watched me carefully, amused by my efforts. Occasionally, she had to lean forward her foot, in order to enable me to reach every single spot of her feet even at my size. As time passed, I grew incredibly tired, my tongue became sore, I felt my back aching terribly in the effort of standing up right, stretching to reach her sole, hovering above me. And yet, the more I tired, the more Tiffany seemed amused by the show, observing me closely, as if she was evaluating me. As I reached her big toe, she suddenly pinned me strongly beneath it. For a moment, I was relieved by the pain caused by standing up; but soon she began adding pressure, compressing my small chest and threatening to crush me. A cute giggle left her mouth as she began grinding me against the wooden surface beneath. I pushed with all the strength left in me against the sweaty, soft mass of her meaty toe, and I managed to keep it off me for some time. Then, she grabbed one foot at the time and checked her sole with an unreadable expression, evaluating my work. “Not bad for one of your size, I must say. You must be really gifted for licking feet!” she exclaimed sarcastically. The giantess examined her own feet for a few moments more and finally assumed a satisfied expression: “Alright, good news for you: I have decided to ultimately keep you as my personal foot servant, permanently. Aren’t you happy? At first, I was quite sceptical that you could be of any use at that size, but as soon as I shrunk you, I knew you would be just the perfect slave!”. My heart sank as I realized the meaning of Tiffany’s words. She noticed my shocked expression and replied, incredulously “What? You hadn’t figured out yet that I shrunk you in the first place? Oh, poor guy, you just couldn’t believe it was your friend that trapped you at that miserable size, could you?”.

Those words stung me deeply: after all, my efforts and my trust in her to return me to normal size, were for nothing. I felt betrayed, deceived and, mostly, sad. I simply couldn’t conceive the fact that I became nothing more than a worthless, ant-size slave to my friend. Suddenly, she leaned aside and picked up a small, fine, metal chain from a drawer. “Now I want you to put this on” she said with an imperious tone, throwing at me one end, to which was attached what looked like a leather collar, alarmingly matching my size. I looked desperatly at my former friend, hoping for one last time that everything was just a joke, and she would save and return me to normal. But it was, of course, futile. “Move up, I don’t have all day… Slave!” she exclaimed, losing her patience. I wore the collar and the giantess put the other end, consisting in a metal ring that she put on her second toe. I could barely move a few centimetres away from Tiffany’s looming foot, because of the short chain that now bounded me to her forever. As soon as she ensured the binding to be solid, she smiled and began retracting her feet, pulling them off the desk.

I was dragged down along the colossal weights of her feet, to which I couldn’t hope to resist. My grip on the surface slipped easily and I fell over the edge of the desk. I smacked hard on her heel, as she held her feet up in the air, and I found myself hanging by the neck into the void. As I started to choke, I tried to climb her footskin, uselessly, and I heard a clear, cheerful laughter booming above me: “Wouldn’t it be a shame if you were to die hanged on my feet? Such a miserable end for your life…”. Slowly, she finally began lowering her feet on the floor, letting me touch the ground and leaving her feet hovering just a few centimetres above my head. I was able to breath again, and, even if the air smelled like her feet, it was better than suffocating. It lasted just a few seconds, before the giantess put her foot right atop of me. I squirmed, trying to break free from the crushing mass of soft flesh above me, but her whole body was pressing me down, and eventually I was overwhelmed by her weight. Her perfect, soft sole engulfed me, her warm skin covering my entire body, slowly suffocating and crushing my fragile figure. “You know, I might as well kill you now”, I heard Tiffany say, “turning everything you’ve ever been into a bloody pulp beneath my foot… Ugh, you’d be disgusting…”. I felt the pressure increase and my bones crackling. I wanted to scream, but my head was buried under a humid, soft pillow of flesh, and only a few muffled sounds came out, as my mouth was filled by the bitter taste of her skin. “Nobody would notice that you’re dead, especially at that size. But… you are far more useful as a slave than you are as a corpse…”. With that, Tiffany removed her foot and looked down at me “Just remember that your life belongs to me now, and I can do whatever I want with it”.

Living with Tiffany isn’t easy. In the morning, she shuts me in her shoes, and I’m trapped there during all her lessons. She feeds me only at dinner, with a few crumbles and tap water. Every night, I have to massage her feet until she falls asleep and, in alternate days, I have to lick her massive feet clean. It’s not like she needs cleaning, she still takes showers regularly, but I think she takes pleasure in seeing me even more humiliated. Soon, spring break will come, and if that means less time in her shoes, it also means receiving her full attention her whole day and more and more tortures for me. I’m confident that she actually cares for my life, but right now, I don’t know what will become of me from now on.