Summer was just around the corner, and Sarah just couldn’t wait. Lying in bed with one leg peeking out of the covers, the 17-year-old strawberry blonde stretched the sleep from her body with a broad smile on her face. With somewhat plain hazel eyes, Sarah Helens was a happily average junior at the Dawn Beach High School in Miami. Beneath the covers, her B-cup breasts stuck perkily through the baggy t-shirt she wore to bed, her bare legs emerging from below it. Her pale skin was lightly peppered with faint freckles the became more and more concentrated towards the center of her body, mercifully sparing her face. Her straight blonde hair was a tangled mess that normally reached the middle of her back, a significant distance on her 5’11” stature.

She was just so ready to be done with school now. The last year had been a lot more serious than she had dreamed of as a freshman, and Sarah was frustrated by the ever-increasing workload and seemingly never-ending list of classes. Sometimes she wished that she could just get away from it all, and failing that, summer was the next best thing. This year in particular, her mom had promised her a trip abroad and the normally bubbly girl was unbearable as the term drew to a close and her vacation crept ever closer. She kicked the covers off her and made to hop out of bed, catching herself seconds before her foot landed on the other girl on the mattress beside her bed.

Sarah breathed a sigh of relief as she carefully placed her foot beside the sleeping form and gracefully escaped her bed. She carefully opened the door and stepped out into the landing. Once sure that she hadn’t woken Lina up, she skipped downstairs to get some breakfast.

“Morning sweetheart,” Mrs. Helens said as her daughter entered. The middle-aged woman was sipping her morning coffee, dressed in a night gown. No doubt she was getting ready for a day of yoga, or Pilates, or whatever she did while her husband was at work. Sarah was jealous of the carefree life that her mom sometimes lead, but reassured herself that she could too have such a life one day. She just had to follow her plan: get into college, marry rich, then party!

“What’s for breakfast?” She asked, taking a seat opposite her mom at the kitchen island. Her mom produced a plate with some pastries on it. Sarah reached for a donut.

“I thought as it’s Lina’s last day, we could all have some American pastries,” Mrs. Helens replied. Sarah barely acknowledged this, just thinking about how she would soon be free of the other girl. IN fairness, she had volunteered for the job of hosting an exchange student, but she had hoped to get a strapping French guy, but instead had been stuck with Lina Dumont. It wasn’t her fault she supposed, but Sarah couldn’t help blaming her for the missed opportunity to have a little romance with a clueless foreigner. Lina was friendly enough, but spoke almost no English. It was frustrating most of the time but occasionally down right annoying. She seemed to only understand a few words in English if at all, and didn’t seem to be making a huge effort to learn. Instead, the French girl seemed to just be enjoying being a rarity, and the boys at school were certainly making it easy for her. Sarah thought all this as she finished her breakfast and headed back upstairs to get ready. At least the other girl was leaving today.

When she reached her room, she could already hear that Lina was awake. Sarah pushed open the door and then recoiled as she found her standing completely naked in front of the mirror, braiding her hair. Lina was a little smaller than her, standing at 5’9” but while Sarah was rather lean, the French girl had been blessed with a gorgeous figure. Her tanned skin was free of blemishes as it rose from her dainty little feet to her curvy hips. Sarah couldn’t help but stare at her tight, round ass as it jutted out behind her. She hadn’t really seen Lina exercise too much while she was in Florida, but her toned glutes just couldn’t have been forged without at least some work. As she looked higher, Lina’s body shot back in at the waist, forming a narrow lower back that held her coquettish torso. Sarah watched as she wove her gorgeous chestnut brown hair into a single braid that come down to her waist.

Hearing her, Lina turned around with a big smile and a friendly though heavily accented “Good morning!” on her lips. Sarah couldn’t help but let her eyes wander down to Lina’s shapely E-cup breasts as they swayed with her turn. The soft, inviting mounds stood almost impossibly firm, defying gravity as they bounced to a stop without a bra to support them, sagging only imperceptibly. Sarah could easily understand why the guys at school were so crazy about her. As she caught herself and forced here eyes to look up meet Lina’s she could see that her guest had already noticed the ogling. Lina met her host’s gaze with a playful grin and a warm look. She understood what Sarah was feeling. Lina herself had very well-endowed friends back home, and she found it too cute that Sarah was so helpless in her attraction to her body.

“You have des jolies … pieds,” Sarah tried to cover herself by complementing any body part below her neck that she could think of, overshooting and landing on her feet. Lina glanced down at her recently painted toes and smiled, shrugging and choosing to let the transgression slide to make her host less uneasy. Maybe she really did like her feet? She had said so often enough, especially when they were painted their nails the other night. Sarah in fact had fallen down the same trap several times, cursing her own lack of vocabulary as she had quickly mentioned Lina’s feet too many times. Still, what did it matter, the foreign girl would be gone soon enough.

Sarah smiled at the other girl, continuing to stare at her slim, beautiful face. Lina had really lucked out in that department, with the tenderly angular features common to the most well-known French actresses, and almost a natural contour around her eyes that gave her a typically French aura of mystery. Matched with a disarming smile and rich, blue eyes, Lina was hot by all standards, but Sarah could only think what a boy from such a fantastic country would have been like, sleeping in her room for six weeks. She sighed as she went to get ready, not bothering to remind Lina about walking around naked. The French girl seemed to have no concept of modesty, and early on had even gone down for breakfast with nothing on but her panties, to the visible embarrassment of Sarah’s dad.

Trying not to think about Lina, Sarah took a quick shower and got dressed in some denim shorts and a red tank top. She threw her books into a bag and headed downstairs to catch Lina finishing her own breakfast. Saying goodbye to Mrs. Helens, the two set off for school, Lina with her suitcase in tow as she would be leaving straight after school for the airport. They walked in silence, sharing an occasional awkward smile when one caught the other staring. On the one hand Sarah felt bad about not having connected with the other girl, but then surely that wasn’t all her fault. On the flip side, Lina was delighted with her trip but was still confused about Sarah’s intentions. The French girl had a small suspicion that her American friend was crushing on her and was too nervous to do anything about it. At 17, Lina had experimented before and honestly wouldn’t have minded trying something, but alas it was her last day so she kept herself under control, guessing that maybe her gut instinct was wrong and Sarah wasn’t that attracted to her.

Friday morning Phys.Ed. had never been Sarah’s favorite, but she was thankful enough for not having to switch her brain on so early. The two girls made a detour to the front reception to drop off Lina’s suitcase, then headed for the changing rooms. Sarah questioned why she had even bothered showering that morning but forgot about it as she realized that they were late. The way Phys.Ed. worked was that the year was split into two halves, one doing an outdoor sport, and one doing an indoor sport. She was signed on for yoga, so she wasn’t too worried, but Lina had opted for track, so she felt sorry for her. The thought of the girl being punished for her tardiness by running laps was pitiful, but just a hazard of high school.

Stripping down to their underwear, Sarah once more glanced at the French girl’s body as she walked off to use the rest room. The way her butt swayed with each step was mesmerizing. Just as the girl turned a corner, her eyes darted to Sarah and the American blushed.

“I know, I know … I have the nice feet?” Lina giggled, giving her gorgeous ass a wiggle before walking off. Sarah’s face felt hot with embarrassment, she couldn’t even begin to think what Lina must have thought of her; a perverted host who was after her body. Would she tell the school? Or worse, her mother? All of these thoughts spun around with such speed that the blonde began to feel lightheaded, then nauseous. She started to sway as he feet felt unsteady. What was going on? Before she could get a grip or sit down, she felt herself falling, slowly, and as if moving a great distance. As the world around her blurred, she hit a semi-soft surface and blacked out.

A light shaking woke her up and Sarah thought she was dreaming. Rubbing her head, she guessed that she must have fainted, but the room was still dimmer than normal. Deciding to get some water, she reached for her bag on the bench, then realized that it wasn’t there. The blonde’s eyes shot open as she tried to figure out where she was. She was sitting in a deep cave, with dark blue walls that shot up abruptly from the large empty ground of a similar colour. The ground was soft and springy but carried a stale smell that she couldn’t pin point. Above her, light shone through a round opening into the cave, but behind her, the cave led deeper into darkness in one direction. Where the hell had she been taken? How long had she blacked out for? Panic started to rise in her stomach as she stood up and realized that there was no way she would be able to climb out of the cave as she stood only a fraction of the height of the lowest part of the curved wall.

Meanwhile, she noted in the back of her mind that the shaking was getting stronger. At first she thought of an earthquake but this shaking was different. Each bout of vibration came after a discrete impact, and these explosions or whatever they were, were rhythmical … and getting closer. The thuds quickly became booms and then started to shake the ground violently enough to knock Sarah off her feet. She landed hard on the sloped ground and rolled to the center of the mild crater she was in. The booms were deafening now and Sarah put her hands over her ears to block out the sound, but it still came through. And so did another sound.

“Sarah? Mais ou-est-elle passé?” thundered an impossibly loud voice from above. Sarah couldn’t help but tremble as the gargantuan voice acknowledged her, and she guessed that the rest meant that it was looking for her. As the terror sunk in that some humungous beast was out to get her, she also thought that the voice; albeit much louder and deeper, sounded familiar.

Lina returned from the toilet to find the locker room empty. Sarah clothes were messily in a heap on the ground so she guessed that her host had rushed off to avoid being late. After calling out for her once, Lina decided to finish getting ready. She slipped on her shorts and sports top, then changed into thick white socks before reaching for her shoes.

Sarah’s world was rocked as the pounding seemed to come from all around the cave. She wanted to run away from the sound, hide in the cave, but she was frozen with fear, fear that any movement may alert the monster to her whereabouts. She then felt the cave move and her heart skipped a beat. The entire thing seemed to rise and then jerk violently forwards, throwing her onto her back and towards the darkness. Before she got too far, the cave came down hard and Sarah bounced on the blue surface. A shadow fell over the opening above her and Sarah shook as she saw what was casting it.

A sock-clad foot, larger than anything she had ever seen was poking its way into the opening; toes the size of houses curled and wiggled beneath the thick white covering. The impossibly large foot continued its descent towards her as she craned her neck upwards. It suddenly struck her that she was almost directly underneath it. The panic was replaced with the sheer instinct to survive: she shot to her legs and ran into the darker part of the cave, moving away from the approaching foot in the only direction she could. Sarah barely noted that she was almost naked, dressed only in her underwear and bra. She ran faster than she had ever thought possible, her breathing ragged and her heart racing. She glanced back towards the light, just in time to see the enormous foot crash into the ground where she had been only a moment ago. The toes uncurled and spread, filling the entire width of the cave entrance. Sarah’s heart fell as the foot started to move forward, following her into the cave. The girl ran even harder, blindly hurtling through the darkness until suddenly she hit a wall.

Sarah moaned and fell back as the pain stung her chest and face. She felt around as her eyes adjusted to the minimal light coming from the semipermeable roof of the cave. The wall seemed to be curved and was sitting at the top of a slight incline that she had just run up. Sarah turned around and looked desperately for another way out, but saw instead that the titanic foot had caught up with. Sarah pressed her back against the curved wall as she prayed to anyone who would listen for the foot to stop. And it did.

The enormous toes halted their approach a few hairs breadths from Sarah’s face, the massive big toe almost pressing against her. It was then that her confused brain put two and two together and realized that she was not in a cave, but a shoe. It was impossible! It just couldn’t be right! But everything added up, from the bizarre shape of the cave down to the massive toe now in her face. Sarah shook her head as if trying to wake up from a bad dream but understood that it was very real as the big toe flicked up and the thick, meaty pulp smacked her in the face. The heavy white material dragged her down violently onto her hands and knees, keeping her face pressed against the cotton as she cried out, her voice disappearing into the tough digit.

Sarah began to sob uncontrollably as the giant foot shook and then the entire show rose. Her body was racked with gasps and tears streamed down her cheeks to be absorbed quickly by the giant sock, but only for a moment as the shoe fell. When it hit the ground, Sarah’s world shook as if she had crashed in a plane and the tiny girl was thrown against the big toe. The air was knocked out of her lungs and she lay against the enormous digit, gasping. Her eyes were firmly shut as she prayed and prayed to wake up from this nightmare.

Sarah held her breath as the foot remained still, as the giantess was putting on her other shoe. The tiny girl was desperately trying to rationalize what was happening, but she just couldn’t. She had gotten as far as being in a shoe, but it was impossible. There was simply no way that she could be so tiny; she was scarcely the size of the great toe she was leaning on for support.

The inside of the shoe was getting warmer by the second, heat radiating from the titanic foot, made worse by the thick sock in the tight-fitting sneaker. Sarah was not normally claustrophobic, but the very enclosed space and the impossibility of escaping it made her extremely uneasy. She wanted to scream, she wanted to hammer down the walls of the shoe to escape, but she knew that she couldn’t. She was simply too small, and then it dawned on her that she might be in real danger. Getting a pebble in your shoe was not uncommon, but she had never really thought what happened to the pebble until now. The tiny blonde’s mind was filled with imaged of the enormous toes curling and grinding her as the foot walked, reducing her to a pulp.

She had to do something. Without considering the futility of her actions, Sarah started pounding on the tip of the toe.

Lina finished putting her shoes on at her own pace, knowing that they were already late and that she would have to run laps anyway. She found it funny how the punishment for being late for physical education was in fact more physical education. She was a little disappointed that Sarah had already gone in without her, but they weren’t in the same sport after all. She stood up and walked towards the door, catching a glimpse of herself in the mirror. The sports clothes in this country were ridiculous, she thought, her shorts almost showing the base of her ass as she walked, and her t-shirt definitely a few sizes too small for her breasts. Still, it was her last day, so she decided to just bear it.

Sarah thought for just a moment that her assault on the toe had worked as she felt it move. Then, to her horror, the entire shoe moved rapidly as it lifted off the ground. The foot tilted so the toes pointed down and the tiny girl’s body fell flat against the end of the shoe. The speed of the movement caught Sarah totally off guard as the shoe rocketed through the air. Then, as it started to fall, the massive cave tilted the other way and Sarah felt herself falling, right towards the enormous toes. She screamed and grabbed at her surroundings for all the good it did her, but still slipped under the great toes as the foot continued to fall, rolling under the ball of the foot.

When it hit the ground, Sarah’s fall ended abruptly. Like a hammer striking an anvil, the colossal sock-covered foot swatted the tiny girl down and pinned her against the shoe. Sarah’s world disappeared as her body was swallowed up by the warm fabric. Then she felt the pressure. As the giantess’s other foot rose, all her weight came to rest on her tiny prisoner. Sarah felt like she was going to explode as the unimaginably incredible weight compressed her body. She couldn’t breathe or move and her very skeleton felt like it would pop, but somehow she was still intact. She hadn’t been crushed like an insect or burst like a berry, but instead was very much alive … and in agony. As the pain shot through her, the blonde almost wished that she had been killed, but as it lessened, and she remained stuck under the thick, cotton sock, she was finally able to draw a breath.

The air was suddenly much fouler, as if the step had squeezed out the sweat from the giantess’s foot, sweat which now soaked into the sock and dissipated in the air. Sarah still breathed lungful after lungful of the warm, damp gas joyfully, easing the burning in her lungs and the throbbing in her head. She thought foolishly that her torment was over, that the one step was all she was destined to suffer, but that was far from the truth. Her eyes widened and a sob caught in her throat as she heard the boom of the other foot falling, and the shoe she was in began to rise once more.

Lina walked out of the locker room, quickly making her way outside to the track. Each step she took crushed Sarah and each time her foot rose the tiny girl was tossed into a new angle to be crushed again. Even the short walk to the track was pure torture for the disheveled blonde girl in her friend’s shoe; the titan’s foot already sweating in the early summer warmth and drenching her sock. Sarah’s cries of agony were too puny for her, or anyone, to hear, and she went unnoticed by the French girl as she stepped outside.

“You’re late Frenchy!” grumbled the Phys. Ed. Teacher, “Give me ten laps!”

Lina shrugged, understanding the tone of her voice more than the content, but comprehending then number ten on her hands. As the other students stretched, she set off on her run.

As the giantess set her foot down to take off, the enormous heel rose and all the titan’s weight came through the ball of her foot, right onto Sarah. The tiny girl felt a new depth of agony as Lina unintentionally ground her into the shoe, threatening to squish her completely. She felt the pattern of the cotton socks dig into her skin, cutting her up into sections and soaking her in the giantess’s sweat. Then she took off, pushing her foot off the ground and sending ever more force through her prisoner’s body. Sarah had the air pressed out of her lungs, ripping away the scream that was at her lips. As the foot sailed through the air, Sarah had a moment to recover before the foot struck the ground again … and again … and again.

Lina continued her run, oblivious to the torment she was putting her host through, covering her prescribed distance in the heat with little thought to stopping or slowing down. In her shoe, Sarah was stepped on repeatedly, and as time went on, became more and more like the French girl’s sock: hot, grimy and soaked in sweat. As the warm fluid covered her body and drenched her hair, tiny droplets forced their ways into Sarah’s gasping mouth, causing her to choke and splutter in the moments when she wasn’t being pulverized by the massive foot. The salty fluid caused her to gag, but she didn’t have enough time between steps to vomit.

Phys. Ed. was a 90-minute class, and Sarah felt every second of it. Even in the morning, the sun was still far too hot and in its efforts to keep her cool, the giantess’s body flooded her shoes with perspiration, almost enough to make the thick socks see through. By the end of track, as Lina walked back to the locker room to shower, Sarah was well and truly glued to her foot, the sticky drying sweat holding her body smothered against the fabric. She thought that if she wasn’t going to die, she would at least get used to the pain of being stepped on, but each foot fall brought just as much agony as the last. Sarah cried as the giantess carried her to the showers, totally unaware of the punishment she had just dished out.

In the changing room, the din of changing high school girls was deafening. Sarah could barely hear through the thick walls of the shoe, but even muffled, the noise was far too loud for her tiny ears. Lina walked over to where their stuff was, expecting to see her host, but then realized that the yoga group hadn’t been let out yet. Most of the other girls who ran track were changing in a group on the other end of the long room, so Lina plunked herself down on the bench and started to untie her laces.

Sarah breathed a gasp of relief as the insurmountable force on her body was finally lifted. Now was her chance. Now she could get the giantess’s attention and end this torment. She waited patiently, her body still glued to the sock as the walls of the shoe started to shake.

Lina loosened the trainer as much as she could, then slipped it off, relishing in the feeling of fresh air hitting her hot foot, she stretched her toes and then curled them, enjoying the cool feeling that met her. Underneath those toes, Sarah was at first overjoyed as the giantess’s digits stretched, pushing her away from their sweltering embrace and giving her a breath of mildly fresher air. But then it all went south, as Lina’s curling toes pulled her back towards them, and with an inaudible yelp, Sarah was swallowed up in her sock. The enormous columns of flesh squeezed her without pity as she became very much entombed in the damp, smelly cotton, sweat oozing out of the fabric and lathering her body. Just as she was sure her body would explode, the pressure eased and the titanic French girl relaxed her foot.

Okay, she thought, at least that part was over. Sarah tried to reassure herself that she could still be discovered, that the monstrous person that had just subject her to literal torture would finally be able to see that she was there. And then she fell. Like a cruel joke by some divine being, the tiny girl who had been so firmly glued to the behemoth’s sock, simply slipped off and fell from her raised foot. Lina paid no attention to the spec that shed from her sock as she focused on getting her finger between the cotton and her ankle.

The blinding lights of the locker room dazzled Sarah as she tumbled several stories (from her perspective) towards the ground. With a blood curdling scream, she hit the hard surface with a sickening crack, her body bounced a little bit off the ground and then landed in a heap. The pain was unbearable, like having fallen from a rooftop, but surprisingly, she hadn’t broken anything. Slowly and with a lot of aching, Sarah managed to push herself onto her hands and knees, to give her sore ribcage the chance to recover and for her to catch her breath. The floor was so cool compared to her previous, sweaty prison, that she felt slightly reinvigorated. She was going to make it. She was going to get up and run towards safety. Who knew, maybe one of her friends was in the changing room. Maybe they would see her and rescue her from this nightmare. She flinched as all of these hopes threatened to vanish as something massive fell from the sky.

Sarah screamed as the enormous sock hit the ground beside her, the many folds of discolored, moist cotton forming a mountain just a few body lengths to her left. Her heart racing, she tried to calm down as she realized that it had missed her. She breathed a ragged sigh of relief.

Lina’s foot came crashing down on the minute girl a moment later, and Sarah was completely unprepared for it. The enormous, meaty ball of her foot struck the blonde like a meteor, the hard flesh forcing the tiny girl flat against the floor. As the rest of the weight of her leg came down, Sarah’s body was compressed, limbs splayed out as she was pushed forcefully into the skin, sweat oozed from the pores in Lina’s foot, coating her host in yet another layer of the vile fluid. Tiny droplets of the disgusting, salty mess snuck their ways into the puny young woman’s mouth and nose. Sarah felt like her insides were on fire as Lina’s sweat sucked the water from her system, drying her out from one side and crushing her from the other. She prayed for this torment to end, no tears left in her eyes with which to cry and no air left in her lungs with which to scream. She waited as Lina leisurely removed her other shoe. 

Undressing fully, Lina stood up from the bench and walked over to the showers. Her supple, young body moved gracefully past the other girls, drawing some jealous looks as her breasts wobbled in her wake, gorgeous mounds of beauty, while most of the girls were barely B-cups. She tossed a towel onto one of the hooks before stepping into the communal showers to find a free space.

Sarah could instantly tell where they were going, as the cool, hard tile suddenly became wet and slippery. The pain remained unbearable as the giantess shifted most of her weight through the balls of her feet, to stay balanced. Unfortunately, this meant that more agonizing force was directed through Sarah’s tiny body as the water enveloped her … and she started to drown.

Panic rose within her stomach as she realized that the water, while barely a centimeter deep, was more than enough to cover her while supine and underfoot. The tiles themselves weren’t too bad, but every time the enormous foot stepped on a crack between them, Sarah’s body risked slipping into the waterlogged dip. The tiny blonde was beyond disgusted, as she thought of all the sweat and grime being washed onto the floor off the bodies of the colossal beasts in the room. The liquid itself was lukewarm and thankfully less salty than the giantess’s sweat. Unfortunately, Sarah could only know this as she was forced to swallow gulps of the vile concoction amidst her gasps for air.

Deciding on a showerhead in the corner of the rectangular room, Lina placed her soap and shampoo bottles on the ground and set the dial for her preferred temperature. As the weak jet of water dripped out of the nozzle, she proceeded to clean herself, letting the little waves wash the filth from her perfect skin. Her absentminded steps escaped her, but were very evident to her tiny prisoner.

Sarah cried out at each movement, the pain and fear of almost drowning overwhelming. She did, however, feel herself getting a little looser, and the water slowly began to separate her from the giantess’s foot. This went on for a few minutes and Sarah was comforted by ideas of freedom, but then she started to think realistically about what would happen. The tsunami of water that was passing the giantess’s feet every second exuded power. Sarah was a decent enough swimmer, but even she knew that it was futile to try to swim against such a strong current. What was more, the water had to be going somewhere, and that was when Sarah thought about the drain. It was scary enough being crushed by this monster, but were she dragged down the depths of the sewer, there’s no telling how long it would take to get back out.

It was at that moment that the water finally won over and Sarah felt herself slipping away from the giant’s skin. Her eyes widened in panic as the soapy water stung them. But she didn’t have time to be concerned about that: she was moving. As the weight of the giantess’s body shifted onto the other foot, and the flesh that had been trapping Sarah came slightly off the ground, the tiny girl remained in the water and started to flow away, down the gradient of the floor. Now Sarah’s body kicked into action. Rolling onto her front, she started to swim, front-crawling as fast as she could as the water rained down around her. She whimpered as the heavy foot falls on either side of her continued, unaware of her plight, as she continued to swim as fast as she could, against the waves: it was a losing battle. She had to think quickly, and glancing around, she decided on her only option for survival. Turning slightly to use the current to her advantage, Sarah aimed her head towards the giantess’s other foot.

She came upon the tower of flesh and bone faster than she had thought she would, crashing into one of the giantess’s toes but failing to grip anything. Sarah felt her body being pulled to the side, away from the relative safety of the giantess, but she kept trying to get a grip on her toe. It was ultimately useless, as the feet bit of skin gave to viable grip, so she had to adapt. Swinging to the side and without thinking, Sarah threw her body between the giantess’s toes and swam in the small space toward the web between the massive walls. She reached a narrow enough point and dug her nails into the skin, holding on as hard as she could. She waited and prayed that she could hold out, as the water kept raining down and threatening to overflow her little cove.

Lina finished her shower and waited under the stream of water for the last cycle to run out. She had found that each push of the button in the American showers lasted far too long, but she was enjoying the feeling of the water flowing down her back. When the water ceased, she grabbed her bottles and sauntered towards the exit to get her towel.

Sarah almost couldn’t believe it when the water stopped. The odd drop continued to fall from the enormous body above her, but the main downpour had ended, and she hadn’t been washed away! Her celebration however, was short lived. As the giantess took her first step, her heel rose and her toes curled to adjust her stance. The movement caused Sarah, still in the web space beside her big toe, to be sandwiched between the two walls that had given her shelter only moments ago. The feeling was different. Somehow, despite the force pushing in on either side, the simple fact that she was no longer underneath the towering figure, made the whole ordeal a lot less unpleasant.

She remained trapped as the giantess walked from the shower room after drying herself. The cool feeling of the tiles no longer touched Sarah, as she was held above the ground by the enormous toes. She couldn’t help but notice how soft the skin of this giantess’s feet was, and the distinct lack of a sweaty smell. She thought all of this as the titan reached her spot on the bench and put down her toiletries, ready to get dressed for the day.

Lina grabbed her panties first, slipping them onto her right leg first, then her left. As the second one rose, Sarah got a slight glimpse of the cotton underwear as it passed the toes, but it quickly shot up the giantess’s leg. Just as quickly as the leg had risen, Lina put it down and Sarah felt her stomach jump as she shot down towards the ground. As the foot slapped the floor, the tiny girl was shocked at how the impact seemed to be absorbed almost completely by the fleshy foot.

The next step was her jeans and Sarah had the misfortune of still being in her toes for this part. Lina raised her foot and curled her toes to a point to make it easier for her foot to slip into the skinny denim. For Sarah, this meant that the walls around her closed in rather tightly, squeezing the air from her chest as they compressed her body, and held her in this position as the foot plunged into darkness, weaving its way through the tunnel of the jeans until it reached the end. As the foot burst into the light, the colossal girl’s toes uncurled and Sarah sucked in a deep breath of somewhat fresh air: she didn’t know if she had it in her to do that again.

Lina planted her foot down as she set about putting on the other side, hopping as she struggled to keep her balance. Each hop rattled the tiny Sarah to her core, but somehow she managed to remain between the exchange student’s toes. After her pants were on, Lina slipped into her tank top and sat down to put on her shoes. Lifting her left foot to rest on her right knee, she gave her toes a last stretch before putting her sock on. It was then that Sarah lost her grip.

Lina squinted as she saw a tiny spec slip out from between her toes. The oblong object seemed to be moving but she couldn’t be sure. Regardless, her instinct was to let it fall, to ensure that it wasn’t a bug or something, so she did. Sarah threw out her arms, desperately trying to grasp something to stop herself from the tumble, but caught only air. Her gaze shifted up and she made eye contact with Lina. The tiny girl couldn’t believe it, but her now gigantic housemate was staring at her … and watching her fall. Sarah screamed as she hit to floor, the pathetic sound disappearing amidst the chatter of the girls’ changing room.

The impact of the fall was excruciating, the pain instantly shooting through her body. Sarah nearly blacked out as her brain was overwhelmed by the sheer amount of agony she experienced all at once, but then just like that it was gone. Her body was still intact and she managed to pushed herself up onto her hands and knees.

Lina’s foot fell like a bomb beside her, the shock almost knocking her over as it hit the ground a little way away from her. Sarah trembled but forced herself to look up and meet the giantess’s eyes again, trying to feign confidence despite being only about an inch tall. In fact, the French girl’s movements had been for a purpose: she leaned forwards, her head descending between her knees as she had a closer look at the little moving thing that had fallen from her foot.

Sarah was terrified. What if she didn’t recognize her? What if Lina thought she was a bug and just stomped on her? She scoured her memory trying to remember if Lina was the kind of girl to squish bugs but she couldn’t recall. Swallowing hard, she shakily rose to her feet, and without any retribution from the giantess, she stood up straight and met her gaze. Lina’s eyes were scanning over her, the sapphire orbs twinkling even in the harsh locker room lights as they tried to decode her. The enormous pupils expanded, trying to suck in every detail they could as the tiny blonde stood naked and exposed on the tile between her colossal feet.

And then there was a new look on her face: recognition. Sarah couldn’t help herself from tearing up with joy. All the worry and fear she had felt melted away: Lina had found her! She was going to be okay! The blonde wanted to punch the sky in delight as she yelled out to her friend.

“Lina! It’s me! It’s Sarah! Remember?” she shouted, waiting for the giantess to try to understand her words, “I was stuck to your foot! But I’m okay!”

Lina was still starring at her with a confused look. It simply couldn’t be real, right? The miniscule little creature before her was the spitting image of her host, Sarah. But that was impossible. The creature was barely an inch tall and her host was certainly bigger, being a normal human. Still, as the teenager continued to observe the little thing, the resemblance was undeniable. At that moment, it spoke, squeaking something that Lina could barely understand. She managed to pick up the name “Sarah” and her eyes widened as her suspicions were confirmed. It must have been her host, but she had somehow shrunken down to a terrifically small size.

But why? Lina had long since reconciled that Americans had strange pastimes, like baseball and square dancing, but this was something completely different. She had never heard of anyone shrinking, but here was a shrunken person, plain as day. She also wondered why Sarah had removed her clothes. As she looked at the tiny, nude form of her host, she couldn’t help but appreciate how perfect the delicate little body looked. The amount of detail on her puny figure was something magical in itself. It was beautiful purely because of the scale … and a little sensual.

The only other word she had caught from the little squeaking insect was “foot,” which she understood. And then it clicked. Sarah had been in her toes, and must have been all over her feet. Lina felt a little shocked that her host was so attracted to her feet that she had shrunken herself to be close to them. Although, it was also rather flattering, Lina thought with a smile: that she was so sexy, that even her foot was alluring enough to make someone literally shrink themselves down to worship it. The thought turned her on a little, and the more she considered it, it made sense. Hadn’t Sarah always been staring at her body? Hadn’t the American girl often mentioned how pretty her feet were? Maybe she really was bizarrely attracted to her feet. Well, if she had gone to so much effort, the very least Lina could do was to give her something to enjoy, at least for their last day together. Lina blushed just thinking about it, her pretty face softening into a caring smile.

Sarah rejoiced as the expressions of confusion and curiosity changed to a smile on the giantess’s face: she would help her. Sarah watched as the giantess held one finger up, asking her to wait. She put on her socks, little black ankle socks that were exceptionally thin. Was she just excited and impatient to be saved, or was Lina moving slowly on purpose. She carefully, almost sexually slipped her feet into her socks, flexing her colossal feet as she did so and not breaking eye contact with the tiny girl.

Sarah was a little taken aback but smiled nervously to try to appease the giantess and not mock whatever she was doing. Her patience seemed to pay off as Lina placed her sock-covered feet on the ground, and then laid her hand before her tiny friend. The soft white skin of her palm was like an inviting bed, the gentle hills easy enough for the tiny girl to climb it.

Lina giggled as the tiny movement of the girl tickled her skin, no heavier than an ant crawling across her palm. She watched her make her way to the middle of her hand, helping her by cupping it a little. She smiled as the puny creature lost her balance and fell flat on her face, burying her pretty mouth in her flesh. Sarah was embarrassed as she lifted her head, shaking the hair from her face. She felt herself moving and realized that the hand she was on was rising. She looked back up at Lina and was reassured by her smiling face. She was going to take care of her … and Lina certainly had those intentions.

She rose alongside Lina’s legs, the thick columns getting bigger as they reached her calves. Sarah marveled at how much bigger than her whole body they were, like a building painted in the gorgeous tan color of the French girl’s body. She continued to move into the air for another few seconds, then stopped. Sarah looked around, wondering why she was being held so low to the ground, but Lina’s eyes gave nothing away.

She simply smiled as her hand tilted downwards. Sarah’s eyes widened in panic as she felt herself slipping. She clawed at the palm she was on, frantically trying to hang on, but it was useless. She started to roll down the growing slope with less and less control. She shot a look at Lina, but the same smiling face was looking down at her. Was she enjoying this? Sarah definitely saw a hint of red in her cheeks, but she was smiling.

“Stop! What are you doing?” she cried out, but her words seemed to have no effect as she slipped off the giantess’s fingers. Once again, the miniscule American girl felt the all-too-familiar familiar sensation of falling. She plummeted down towards an uncertain place, twisting in the air until she finally hit a soft surface.

“No. No, no, no, no!” Sarah cried as she realized where she was, the high walls and the faint odor of sweat and feet. She scurried to her feet, fervently trying to stop this. She rushed up to the heel and waved her hands, shaking her head with tears in her eyes. Why was Lina just starring at her?

The French girl smiled even more: her little friend was ecstatic. Lina couldn’t believe that her simple feet were bringing so much joy to another human, but who was she to judge. She winked at her tiny companion as she pulled the shoe to her. Sarah’s heart fell as the giantess’s face disappeared … and her foot appeared above the opening to her shoe. She shook her head, not wanting to go through the torment of being trapped in her shoe again, but the huge black ankle socks were approaching her rapidly.

Sarah cowered on the insole of the enormous shoe, waiting for the giantess’s sock to finally fall upon her … but it never did. The shaking blonde slowly removed her arms from in front of her face and looked back out of the shoe to see Lina’s face. The gorgeous eyes of the French girl looked down at her with some concern. Maybe she had realized her mistake? Maybe she wasn’t going to play with Sarah? The tiny girl could only pray as she started to feel an inkling of hope.

Lina wasn’t that oblivious. She could clearly see that her tiny friend wasn’t too keen on ending up under her socks, but she didn’t understand why. She thought for a few seconds, her brow furrowed as she stared at her shoe. She drew a few glances from other girls as they left the locker room, but none of them wanted to start a conversation with the weird foreign girl examining her shoe. After a moment, she smiled, nodding slightly in understanding, which brought an ever more hopeful smile to the tiny American’s face.

Out of Sarah’s line of vision, the enormous girl’s feet rubbed together and Lina gently slipped off her socks. It all made sense in her mind: Sarah didn’t like being in shoes, she liked her feet, and that was why she had been resisting. It was obvious that Sarah just wanted to close to her feet, without the barrier of a sock … and she was more than happy to oblige.

Sarah’s face expressed almost the full range of emotions from joyous relief to renewed terror and Lina failed to remove her from the shoe, and instead, lifted her foot back over the shoe. Her little blonde hair whipped from side to side as shook her head, the mere sight of the cool flesh that had trodden on her only moments ago made her heart race.

“N-No, please,” she begged, raising her voice as high as she could, “S-Stop.”

But Lina didn’t hesitate this time. Assured that she was doing the right thing, she slotted her foot delicately through the opening of the shoe. The soft underside of her left foot made contact with her tiny toy and slowed down. Sarah raised both of her hands and pushed against the immovable wall of flesh, the fresh smell of soap quickly fading from the thickened skin. She was still sitting as she tried to push away her tormentor, but she was slowly losing the battle. Her puny hands sank into the meaty soles, tensing but getting closer and closer to giving way. The tiniest bit of extra pressure on Lina’s part toppled her over, pushing Sarah onto her back. Lina’s foot pounced on her, pinning her down as her little arms were splayed to the sides. Without their protection, Sarah’s miniscule face was forced into the giantess’s skin, cutting off her air supply.

Lina giggled as she felt the little creature struggle against her, clearly going mad with the pure, unbroken exposure to her foot. To be honest, the way her tiny body was shaking and pushing in vain against her was sort of exciting for her too. She was being gentle, but knew that the American girl was resilient. She had survived in her shoe through running track of all things, so she could certainly survive, and enjoy a day in her shoe. She advanced her foot into the flat, savoring the sensation of Sarah’s body rolling along her sole.

Her scream was absorbed by the titan’s foot, her insignificant form tumbling along beneath the steam roller of Lina’s sole. She was pushed down along the shoe for what felt like 10 yards before she stopped. Feeling her toes touch the end of the shoe, Lina flexed her foot, allowing it to sit comfortably in its shell. Sarah’s body shook in agony as the simple movement deformed her body into an unnatural shape. The heat was already rising rapidly around Sarah, her body hopelessly trapped in the corporeal prison.

The pressure on her seemed painful enough, but suddenly multiplied by a factor of a thousand as the giantess stood up. Sarah felt as if a mountain had been dropped on top of her as the all too familiar feeling of being underfoot piled on top of her. Sarah wanted to cry as she heard Lina gathering her bag, getting ready to leave the locker room. It was clear that she fully intended to keep her in her shoe: Sarah could only wonder how long she would wait before checking if she was alive. She screamed as even more pressure seemed to shoot through her.

Lina pressed down gently with her foot, making a note to remember that the little pebble under her foot and testing to see exactly where her tiny passenger was. Satisfied that her host was secure, Lina headed out into the corridor, making her way to her next class. Each step she took ground the puny girl a little more into her sole, but after a few minutes, Lina almost didn’t notice her.  

The teenager strode along the corridors to a history class, not seeing the point as she barely understood anything anyway. Brushing a loose lock of hair from her face, she stepped into the classroom, confidently gliding between the desks to her seat. She noticed the eyes of a few of the boys being drawn to her as she walked, their gazes low as her hips swayed at the level of the table tops.

She sat down just as the teacher walked in, settling into the uncomfortable plastic chair as the lesson began. She opened a notebook and held a pen in her hand as a formality, but the speed at which the woman was speaking made it impossible for her to really understand, which in turn made her lose interest almost instantly. She tapped her pen on the desk, glancing at the clock on the wall and counting the seconds as they ticked by.

She would be glad to see the back of this school and get back to her friends, her family, her home, not that she hadn’t enjoyed her time. Entering into a new school year mid-way through had its drawbacks, like having to break into already forged friend groups, but Lina hadn’t had to worry about that too much. Sarah had invited her to as many social gatherings as she herself was asked to attend, introducing her to the other girls in their year, though none of them really stuck in the French girl’s mind. The novelty was destined to wear off, but the boys had ensured that Lina had been invited to every party in the spring term, again, not that Lina paid much attention to any of them. As she thought about the myriad faces she had gotten to know, she found herself fidgeting in the chair, her mind wandering far from the classroom. Beneath her desk, her jean-clad legs were shifting, her feet pointed with only the toes touching the ground.

Lina’s toes extended in her shoe, stretching as she daydreamed away. The muscles on the underside of her foot relaxed and stretched in such a way as to pronounce the ball of her foot. The stretch pulled Sarah’s body in every direction, pressing her against the sole of the shoe. The warm flesh swallowed up her tiny body, tiny beads of sweat being squeezed out of the pores in her skin.  The salty droplets of fluid slowly tagged onto Sarah’s skin, melting onto her body to form a thin film over her skin. She felt herself slowly slipping along the giantess’s sole, her body lathering in the grime from her shoe. The vile mixture made its way into Sarah’s mouth, stinging her tongue as she gasped, sucking in short breaths of air when she got the chance. She felt sick, not just because of the punishing heat and gut wrenching pain, but because she couldn’t understand why it was happening.

Why? Why was Lina doing this to her? There must have been some misunderstanding, but how could someone do this to another human? How could the French girl subject her to such torment, such humiliation? She kept going over everything that had happened: her eyes stung as her own little tears streamed out, mixing in with Lina’s perspiration. She remained a prisoner, being smothered and crushed with each movement of the giantess’s foot as she fiddled around with her feet while the class ticked by. As the lesson drew on, she began to slip down towards the titan’s toes. She continued to endure this torment as Lina went from history to math to art before it was finally time for lunch.

Lina walked through the doors of the cafeteria, straight past the food counters and out into the school field. The grassy embankment climbed to the top of a small hill and provided a quiet space for students to enjoy lunch. The brunette’s feet dug into the soft grass-covered mud as she walked. It made it harder to keep her gait normal and her tiny prisoner certainly felt her struggles.

The falls of her feet grew harder: Sarah felt the force increase with each impact, the enormous feet pounding her into the shoe. The soft leather of the insole allowed her to be pressed into it with each strike of the massive foot. Lina subconsciously tried to steady herself, her toes curling to improve her grip. The monstrous columns flexed and relaxed every time her shoe hit the earth, coiling around Sarah’s screaming body and constricting her. The powerful muscles threatened to snap her in half as they squeezed the air from her lungs over and over again.

Lina chose a spot and sat down in the grass between two roots of a little tree. She tossed her bag down and leaned her back against the bark, finding a comfortable position after a little shuffling. Her little captive was only glad to have the giantess off her feet. Sarah remained pressed against her sweaty foot, only the smallest amount of force holding her there. She was still gasping for air as Lina calmly retrieved her lunch.

Sarah reached out for the hot skin, trying to pull her body up, hoping to make it to the toes and then over them, onto the top of her foot. She was tired of being trodden on and having no control over what happened to her: she was going to be the one to decide now. She grabbed onto the hard skin as best as she could, but as soon as she pulled, her hand slipped down along the slick film of sweat. Her body lurched with the effort and to her shock and horror, she felt her whole body slipping! Sarah threw out her arms, desperately trying to find a hold, but instead, her struggles only made her slip further as she slowly descended along the adolescent’s sole.

“Lina! Lina, please!”  Sarah begged, glancing down at her massive heel and imagining the excruciating pain she would feel if she was under it when the French girl stood up. She raked her nails into the giantess’s skin, but the thickened sole stopped the behemoth from even registering it. She happily tore open her packet of potato chips and popped one into her mouth, the crisp crunch breaking the relative quiet under the shadow of the tree. She had almost forgotten about her little American friend but a little tickle in her shoe brought the blonde back into her mind. She wiggled her toes, teasing the tiny girl as she consumed another chip. She savored the taste of the salt on her tongue before setting the bag aside and reaching for her shoe.

A boy, passing some distance away called out to Lina and the girl flashed a gorgeous smile as she removed her trainer. The shoe fell from her hands onto the grass. Lina leaned forwards to look into the shoe, but saw the little speck on her sole. Her smile broadened as she saw the little limbs struggling as she slid millimeter by millimeter along the underside of her foot. She flexed her foot, accentuating the arch beneath it and causing her supple flesh to wrinkle. Sarah’s progress halted as she was caught between two of the folds in her skin. She nimbly pulled her foot towards her hips and turning her sole inwards.

“Having fun?”  she giggled with the sincerest joy over their arrangement. She actually kind of liked having a little person at her feet. It felt empowering … and a little kinky. Her broken English was intended to put her friend at ease, but all Sarah heard was the sadistic taunt of a tormentor.

“Please …”  she whispered, her body racking with sobs as she remained glued to the titan’s grimy foot, “Just take me home … TAKE ME HOME! PREND MOI A LA MAISON!” Her cracking shrieks were only just audible at the distance she was from Lina’s ears, but that didn’t mean it would save her. The French girl understood just fine: the crazy little American wanted to be taken home, back to France. So, she nodded, her lovely smile doing less and less to comfort the shrunken girl.

Sarah had given up hope of getting Lina’s help, but even as she quivered and shook, she was hatching a plan to escape.