'Next! Who's up?'
Bianca and Raven stepped away and made way for two more girls.
These new girls sat down around me and Stan while we were still
recovering from our first 'session'. They must've been eager to
get started; the girl behind me prodded me with her fingers to get
me to squirm more.
'Boys, meet Morgan and Cecilia.'
'Hi. I'm Cecilia.' said the girl behind me.
'Are we just gonna keep doing stuff with our feet to these guys?'
asked Morgan curiously.
'Basically, yeah.'
'How come?'
'Because it's fun!'
'Yeah, feet are funny when they're used to do stuff with people.'
'Don't mind her, guys' said Cecilia. 'She's new to this.'
'Anyway, you're going to put the boys between your toes and give
them a good squeeze. Of course, there's no real danger because they're
both still invulnerable to crushing. So, I'm gonna weaken the spell
that's protecting them, but only a little bit.'
I felt a weird buzzing sensation in my chest. Stan looked like he
was going through the same motions.
'Morgan, Cess, I want you two to sit facing each other with your
feet flat on the floor in front of you. This way, the boys can see
each other while you squeeze them.'
'Ooh! That sounds kinky!' said Cecilia.
'What if we squish them?' asked Morgan.
'Oh, believe me, you won't. The spell's still pretty strong. If any-
thing, you'll just press the wind out of them.'
'Mm.'
'Toes apart. Cess, you use your left foot. Morgan, you use your right.'
She picked me up with her fingers and placed me between Cecilia's
parted toes. As soon as I was in place, she brought her toes back
together to hold me in place. It didn't hurt; I think she was being
careful. I pushed down on her toes with my hands to try to move my-
self; she felt me resisting and squeezed me tighter.
'Hey,' Cecilia told me 'You stay put.'
I looked ahead and saw that Stan was frantically trying to escape
Morgan's toe grip. He had his hands on her toes, pushing himself
upward with what looked like all his might; he had a pained expression
on his face; he couldn't get himself out. Her toes looked like they
were oblivious to the misery they were causing him.
'C'mon, Stan. Think of it like a hug!'
'A sweaty, smelly hug.' murmured Morgan.
The girls all laughed.
I looked to my right and saw Cecilia's big toenail; it was painted
a dark blue. Up close, I was aware of all the tiny imperfections:
Some lumped nail polish and chips. But even those started to matter
less and less to me. I felt like I was relaxing a little bit, given
a view besides the girls and Stan.
'See, Stan? Andrew's softened up a little.'
'He's looking at my toenail.' said Cecilia, intrigued. 'Look at all
that blue, Andy. Do you like it? I painted it just for you.'
I believed her. What a mezmerizing blue: Blue like the ocean, so
deep and blue.
'Okay, he's enjoying this too much.'
Suddenly, the toes around me pinched tighter; I felt the bones
pressing into my sides like tree branches (they were at least that
thick to me).
'Aw, did that hurt, little guy?'
I was wincing with pain.
'You're gonna have to resist looking at my toes like that: They're
spellbinding.'
'Yeah, don't look, Andy!'
I wasn't going to, but I felt a little pissed. I liked that relaxed
feeling from looking at her 'magic' toes.
'Let them down a little bit.'
Cecilia parted her toes a little bit to let me slide down between
them. Now, my arms were hugging her toes on both sides of me.
'This is boring.' muttered Morgan.
'What do you wanna do, Morgan? You got a little guy between your
toes and he's unsquishable.'
'Can I turn him around at least?'
'Sure.'
'That's a great idea, actually.' said Cecilia.
I gulped.
She pinched me between her fingers and fanned her toes apart further
to give me enough room to be turned around. I faced Cecilia's toe
crevasse; it surprised me to see so much of her in front of me. It
smelled.
'Aw, yeah. Look at all that foot, Andy.'
She pushed her finger on the back of my head to push my face into
her skin. The smell became stronger.
'Smell.'
I smelled, and I figured I better get used to it; she wasn't gonna
let me up until she was tired of this game.
Like, sometimes, after I get home and take my socks and shoes off
I'd smell my own feet out of curiosity; this experience was that,
and then some. Not that big a deal, I guess.
'Okay, one last thing. Give 'em one good, long squeeze. I'll time
you for fifteen seconds.'
I heard Stan whimper.
'Annnnnnd Go.'
Cecilia's muscles tensed up around me and I was completely swallowed
in blackness; my face was forced against the skin between her toes.
'One, two, three...'
I realized I couldn't breathe, she was squeezing me so tight.
'Four, five, six...'
I tried to listen to her counting down, but everything seemed to be
getting blocked out by her skin.
'Seven, eight, nine...'
I tried moving my arms.
She locked her toes around me more harshly.
'Ten, eleven, twelve...'
I tried counting down in my head to keep myself at ease.
'Thirteen...'
Need to breathe.
'Fourteen...'
One more second.
'Fifteen.'
Cecilia unscrunched her toes and the light came back to my eyes.
I took a deep breath, feeling thankful that I could breathe again.
'Yay!'
The girls started applauding us (or maybe themselves).
They picked me up from Cecilia's toes and put me back on the floor.
I looked over at Stan. He was laying on his stomach, backside rising
and falling with each breath he took, not moving much else.
'Stan?' I called.
He didn't answer.
'Hey, Stan. Are you okay?'
He shifted his head a little, so I assumed he heard me. But, he still
wasn't answering me.
'Are you two ready for number three?'
'Something's wrong with Stan.' I told the girl with the pink toenails.
'I think he's hurt.'
Giantess World
Author's Chapter Notes:
Hello. Sorry if you guys were waiting; I know I said I'd try to make it once a week. (moment of reflection) I don't think it's a matter of good or bad writing. Some of you might think I'm good at this, some of you might think I suck and make too many errors, others will just get a good night from reading this (wink wink). I think all literature is supposed to be a sort of facilitated communication between the writer and the reader, so it's a lot like a conversation. You can say things that can make the other person laugh when you think it's funny, or you can make the other person laugh without meaning to be funny; maybe you said something where you wanted them to type a frowney-face. Listen, if you and me are on the level, I'm really glad and I wanna hear from you. (end moment of reflection).
Hope you guys enjoy this piece. This took me a week and a half to write (and I just realized myself that there actually is a lot of material here). I'll definitely try to finish this at some point and not leave it unfinished.