Sydney had always been a bizarre girl. I had only known her for a few months, but I noticed almost immediately something in her, something… odd. She was just an average girl, of average height and average beauty, but it wasn’t in the outside. Her ability of infiltrating every group of friends she saw (including mine) and her confidence when talking to anyone, even strangers, was surprising, but it always felt kind of weird, to me. It seemed like she was always trying to obtain something, to gain some benefit from every friendship and from every conversation. Apparently, however, I was the only one who seemed to notice this, because everyone else around her enjoyed her small talk and her superficial flattery. I didn’t mind her hanging out with my group of friends, but… Let’s say I didn’t blindly trust her, either. That’s why I was pretty surprised when she proposed a movie night. At my place. “Come on, your house would be perfect! You said it was big, and you live alone, so we won’t be bothering anyone!” Sydney insisted in front of my group of friends. Of course, I couldn’t back out right away, it would have sounded like an excuse. I didn’t like the idea of her snooping around my place, and I regretted casually telling people how comfortable my house was.  So, I agreed, still baffled by Sydney’s unattended proposition. Most people were pretty busy on that period, and I was about call off the whole thing, relieved. That’s when she spoke. “Well, I’d gladly pay you a visit, anyway. If you don’t mind, of course”. “Great, and that’s how I get stuck with the nosiest person in the world for an entire night”, I thought, “and it’s going to be a very long one”. I could even imagine how wrong things were about to go.    

It was a hot summer night. I had spent my evening lazily, occasionally texting on my phone and browsing the web, feeling uneasy about Sydney’s inevitable visit. When the doorbell finally rang, I was brought back to reality. Before I could even get up from my bed, it rang again. I rushed towards the door, while Sydney was constantly holding her finger on the buzzer. It was only when I opened the door that the annoying sound stopped. “Mind if I come in?” Sydney asked, just before stepping inside on her own. Her short, fiery red hair was just a little bit messy, but she probably had a long day. She was wearing a casual outfit that, unwillingly, did not fail to highlight her abundant curves: a tight black t-shirt that surely had seen better days, a pair of shorts slightly ripped on the back, leaving her thick legs mostly bare and black flip-flops at her feet, matching the colour of her painted toenails. I tried not to focus on that detail and made room for her in the corridor. “Nice place” Sydney said, making her way through my house, and looking around curiously. “Your place is indeed quite roomy… and it’s all yours?” she asked. I nodded and the girl giggled. “You’re quite lucky! I don’t know what I’d give for a place like this, all for myself, to use however I please and doing whatever I want… This way, right?” she said, heading confidently to the living room. I followed just after, still impressed by her unbelievable self-confidence. As soon as she entered the room, Sydney immediately went for the couch and she let herself drop on it, exhaling, and propping her feet on the tea table right in front of the TV. Then, she grabbed the remote and started flipping through the channels. In the same moment, I received a text on my phone and, when I saw who sent it, I must have inadvertently smiled, because Sydney immediately noticed it. “Who texted you? Is it the pretty girl you like, I wonder…?” she asked teasingly, knowing damn well the answer. I don’t know how she knew it: probably she interrogated repeatedly one of my friends until it came out. Typical. I hopelessly tried to deny it, without success. “Y’know, I can give you a help with her, if you tell me what she said. I’m quite good with love affairs… Who knows, maybe I’ll help you score a date!” she exclaimed, giggling. I immediately put down the phone, leaving it on a shelf beside me. “Thanks, but I’ll prefer to handle this on my own”, I replied, hiding my embarrassment. Knowing her, I could only imagine the kind of advice she was going to give me, and there was no way on earth that I’d follow what she said. “Too bad for you, then” she replied, resuming her channel surfing. With her eyes fixed on the screen, she casually crossed her legs and started dangling her flip-flop over the table. “You know what would be nice? Some snacks. Maybe you could bring something?” she asked me, absentmindedly. I complied to my guest’s request and headed to the kitchen. I put popcorn in the microwave and set the timer to three minutes, thinking about how I could handle the embarrassing night that was awaiting me in the living room.

The popcorn was seconds away from being ready when Sydney’s voice echoed through the corridor: “Can you come here a second? I have a question for you…”. I made my way back to the living room, expecting some trivial question about the TV controls or something like that. Instead, what I saw when I entered the room was Sydney, standing in front of the couch, with my phone in her hands and a broad smile on her lips. I turned pale as I remembered I didn’t set the password and my phone was free to unlock. “At first, I just wanted to read what you have been writing to this girl – you made me too curious, how could I resist? But then, I noticed that you left your browser open and saw, well… This!”. Barely containing laughter, she held my phone in front of me, and my heart began beating furiously. On the screen, there was a picture of a beautiful, half-naked, giant woman about to crush a little person under her foot. I couldn’t believe it: It had to be a nightmare. That was supposed to be my secret, a little fantasy that was meant to be… private. But I was stupid enough to make the mistake of leaving my browser history, and now the least reliable person on Earth knew about it. “Idiot, idiot, idiot! Why did you let this happen? Why with her around?” I thought to myself, as I turned red. Recognising my shame, Sydney’s smile broadened even more, knowing that she hit the mark: “Looks like someone has a hidden side with weird kinks… And plenty of them, judging by the pictures that follow…”. I tried to make up some excuse – that I was redirected by a spam site, that I didn’t intentionally searched it… But I’m a terrible liar, and Sydney was so confident that what she said was the truth, that I couldn’t possibly dissuade her. “Don’t worry, I won’t make fun of you… Much. But… Giantesses? Really? That must be the weirdest thing I’ve ever heard of”. I insisted that she gave me back my phone and tried to take it from her hands, but she swiftly stepped back on the other side of the table, putting some distance between us: “I’m not done: you haven’t heard my question yet!”. She tapped a few times on the glowing screen of my phone, hiding her actions from my eyes. Then, she turned again the screen on my direction: this time, it displayed a diagram of my own body, registering my blood pressure, height, weight, pulse, and so on. I knew it perfectly, because I was the one who set it in the first place, and I worried, because I knew what she was pointing at me. And it didn’t take too long for her to figure out what it was. “I don’t know how you found this, or how it is even possible, but there is a button to decrease the user’s size. It’s set on 2,24 cm, a suspiciously precise size, so it must have been used at least once. You… made yourself small… with this, didn’t you?” She laughed out loud, as I lowered my eyes. “I could decide to overlook those weird pictures, but this… beats it for sure. Maybe you even spied on someone with this, who knows!” Sydney kept her eyes on me, with a smug smile on her face: she felt like a detective solving the case, enjoying the rush of the power she had over me for that incriminating evidence. I denied, and tried to reach out for my phone, but she took it away once again: “Hold up. Try to get any closer and I’ll press this button right away!”. I froze in place, terrified. “That’s better. Now, let’s see… Maybe you should learn to keep your secret better. I’m sure you wouldn’t want anyone else find it out like I did… Especially not your crush, here, right? I wonder what she’d say if she were to see this stuff…” she said, grinning, and lowering her eyes on my phone again. I was assaulted by panic: she wouldn’t do it… right? Even she had limits, why would she do it? Perhaps just to punish me… or to humiliate me? Slowly, she reached for the glowing touch screen with her fingers. I could let that happen. I had to risk. I lunged desperately, trying to snatch it from her hands. Almost as if she knew it in advance (or as if she planned it…?), she looked at me, satisfied, and, promptly shoving me aside, she pressed the button.

 

“No way!” Sydney exclaimed, only a few seconds later. Her deafening voice was the first sign that it had worked. Already afraid of what was expecting me, I looked up and saw her, completely engulfing my whole field of view. Sydney, usually, was just a normal girl, but, seeing her at that impossibly huge size, she looked like a superior being. Knowing that I was at the mercy of someone with that much power over me was a terrible feeling on its own, but knowing “that someone” was her, it was even worse. She was looking down at me wide-eyed, a shocked expression on her face. “Wow, I can’t believe it worked! And you kept something that powerful on your phone?! I guess you feel kinda stupid now, don’t you?” she boomed. The girl seemed uncomfortable with her new perspective, and she ominously moved a step in my direction, trying to approach my diminutive body. The impact of her gargantuan flip-flop, crashing on the floor only a few centimetres away from me, made me lose my balance. “Oh gosh, you’re really small!” Sydney exclaimed, genuinely surprised by her own size. The surprise lasted only a few second, before a grin appeared on her face: “So this is what your fantasies are all about, huh? Being small in front of a giant woman? Weird… Now that I am the protagonist of such fantasy, I feel both embarrassed and weirded out at the same time”. She got down on her knees taking a closer look: Her huge face became even bigger, inspecting me with her deep, dark eyes, her lips curled in a mix of pride and superiority and a few locks of her dark red hair falling on her soft cheeks. “Please!” I screamed at the top of my lungs “I’m sorry for trying to get my phone back, you can have it! You can look at everything you want and make fun of me all you want, but please let me grow back to normal, it’s terrifying down here, I— “. Sydney suddenly interrupted me: “Terrifying? I thought you liked it! Is it because of me? You’ll make me sad if you say I’m not good enough as a giantess…” she said, pouting. “Anyway, since it’s still movie night and we… I mean, I can use your big house as I please. It would be a waste not to have some fun together, wouldn’t you say? After all, you surely won’t mind the company of a big girl like myself”. She sighted, and lowered one of her gigantic hands on me, pinning me between her fingers. She lifted me on the small table and, like she did before, she propped her feet on it. The ominous sight of the foam sole of her flip-flops, tall as mountains and dirty from all the walking of her day, made me understand how much in danger I was, and how little she cared. “Maybe you can be useful despite your size… Are you any good with massages? I sure would like one now”: as she spoke, she slightly tilted the tip of her footwear, letting in dangle above me and revealing the smooth sole of her gargantuan foot. The slightly tanned wall of flesh looked soft, like an enormous, pink pillow. It almost looked… attractive? I snapped back to reality, realising I was fantasizing about Sidney’s foot. No, how could I?! She was a terrible person! She shrank me! I couldn’t let her tease me like that, not even for a second! I couldn’t give her the satisfaction of taking advantage of my secret. All of a sudden, Sydney got up, looking me sternly: “Oh, I almost forgot. You haven’t been a nice host, tonight”. She placed her hands on her hips, more imposing than before: “I asked for some snacks and you brought me nothing to eat! That was rude, you know?”. She let out a sigh: “Whatever, I’ll take it myself, just show me where is the kitchen. Don’t worry, I forgive you for your mistake. Maybe I’m feeling merciful, tonight”.

 

I closed my eyes, hoping it was all a dream. But no matter how many times I blinked, Sydney was still there and still big, and I was still on the floor of my living room, still shrunken. After placing me again on the ground, the massive girl spoke clear: she wanted me to lead the way through my house, in order to reach the kitchen and her beloved snacks. So, I started walking, still dazed by the perspective caused by my new size, and she followed. My normal speed, however, was ridiculously slow for someone a thousand times bigger than me, and Sydney didn’t feel like waiting all the night for me: “How about you get a move on, slowpoke? I’m sure that even for your size, you can go faster than that. It would be really sorry for both of us if I were to accidentally step on you because you couldn’t keep the pace”. I felt like the threat was not far from being reality in that situation, so I immediately started running. I was still slow for her, but at least I was faster than before, and maybe I could avoid the disaster. I exited the room and went through the corridor, with the giant girl playfully following me. I was leading the way, but I felt far from safe, hearing her thunderous steps behind me, following me at a worryingly close distance. One single miscoordination of her steps and she could hit me hard as a train and send me flying across the corridor with my spine broken. So I constantly looked back in fear, hoping not to see a wall of black foam ready to strike me. At my size, it was a long journey across my house, and by the time we arrived, I was exhausted, having run for the equivalent of 5 kilometres with no breaks, whereas it was nothing more than a brief stroll for the massive girl at my back.

I turned to her, but before I could do anything, Sydney overstepped me with a single, wide stride and entered the room before me. Following the smell of hot popcorn, the girl opened the microwave and took her snack with a grumbling stomach. “Whoops, that must’ve been my belly. You really had to bring these the first time I asked you”, she complained, pouring the popcorn in the large bowl I had left on the counter. In that moment, she spilled by mistake a handful of popcorn, and one fell off the counter, right before me. The giant snack was almost as big as me, and if wasn’t for a short distance of a few centimetres, it would have hit me. The giantess noticed and looked down towards me: “Are you going to eat that?” she asked. How could I? The thing was literally bigger than my stomach. “More for me, then! Five-seconds rule…”, she said, picking it up from the ground and tossing it into her mouth. Knowing that she was eating something my size felt somehow ominous, and she knew the effect it had on me. No doubt she was trying to show off how big she was.

She then proceeded to open every single cupboard she saw until she found what she was looking for: “Gummy bears! I was sure you had some candies stashed away somewhere!” she exclaimed, snatching a colourful package out of the cupboard. She hoarded the snacks as if it were a priceless loot and, with full hands, she was ready to enjoy herself for the rest of the night with my food. But what about me? For the whole time, I had been thinking what I could do. Maybe that was the perfect time to escape: burdened by the snacks she was carrying, there was a slightly major possibility for fleeing away without her catching me. But I would be far from safe: I would still be small, trapped inside my house with her. Even if she didn’t manage to catch me, eventually I‘d need food and water, and I certainly could not survive forever with the crumbles on the floor. No, I had to get back to normal: if I reached my phone in the living room without her noticing, I could deactivate the application that shrunk me. I needed to get back there and find a distraction. Sydney was known for being constantly absent-minded, she’d probably forgotten it by then, I thought. I just needed the right opportunity. My thoughts were interrupted by a loud thud: Sydney’s massive food landed before me. “I’m ready, now. We can go”. Tiredly, I turned, and I was about to start another run before she spoke again: “No, no, no, I already waited enough for you the first time. I know the way now, just climb on my flip-flop and I’ll give you a ride. I’d pick you up, but my hands are full. And I’m sure you’ll like being carried around by my foot better”. A cute giggle and a wiggle of her toes accompanied her words. “Wouldn’t that be a little dangerous…?” I tried to protest, but my words were lost, as she was already looking at the bowl of popcorn with a prying gaze. I had to comply, despite how much I hated the idea. I walked to the foam sole of the massive footwear, atop of which five, towering toes were resting. I barely reached the edge of her flip-flop and pulled myself up with some effort. I clumsily tumbled between the toe-separator, bouncing against her big and second toe. The truck-size digits wiggled just a little bit in surprise: “Oh, you’re already aboard? Let’s go then” she said before she casually started walking back to the living room.

She didn’t mind too much having something my size around while she walked. No, actually I’m sure she liked it, having me completely at her mercy, nothing more than lint between her toes. During the brief travel, she occasionally looked down, checking if I was still there. I’m sure she was trying to hide a smile, even if I didn’t see it: in that moment, I was far too concentred on my situation to notice. Comprehensively, I had never rode a foot before, and I wished I never had to. Going up and down at a very high speed, with a feeling of vertigo that comes to an end only with a tremendous impact on the ground, while being bounced around the toes of the selfish, bratty girl that has shrunken you down and took over your house in a matter of seconds is not a pleasant experience, trust me. I just closed my eyes, held on tight to her big toe, and hoped for it to be over soon. When she finally stopped, we were back in the living room, and I was about to throw up. Sydney noticed it, and her eyes widened in panic: “No, no! If you have to do it, don’t do it on my foot!”. Hastily, she picked me up between her fingers and indelicately dumped me on the tea table as fast as she could, as if I was about to explode on her hand. The abrupt movement didn’t help at all, but eventually I managed to keep my dinner in my stomach, even if barely. Meanwhile, she observed me, curious about the outcome of the situation, but when she saw I was going to be fine, she sat down on the couch and turned on the TV as if nothing happened. Sydney put the bowl of popcorns on her lap, then sighed in relief. “Finally, now that’s life…” she said, idling flipping through channels again and again. Then, her eyes locked on me. “Speaking of which… What was that you were about to do before we left?” she asked, looking at me with a half-smile. “So? No clue? No clue at all? Maybe this will help you refresh your memory”: she kicked off her flip-flops and put one of her mountain-sized feet on the table right in front of me, joined shortly by the other. “Do you remember now? I was about to receive a nice foot massage” she said, giggling. Her feet were simply… enormous. The smooth surface seemed to go on forever above me: if I really had to comply, I had no idea where to start from. “Oh, come on! Don’t tell me you want to back out! This is a dream come true for you, after all. And I want to remind you that, at your size, you’re in no position to discuss. So, why don’t you help this giantess relax for tonight?” she said, wiggling her toes in anticipation.

I gulped, and eventually approached her foot. I started massaging the heel, the only part I could reach at my size. Her bronze-toned skin was even softer than it looked and, even if I hate to say it, in that moment I thought that Sydney’s feet were almost… cute? But then, remembering to whom they belonged, I immediately whisked away the thought: she was the enemy! I couldn’t let her have that victory, she already had too much power over me. As if she wasn’t crazy enough. So, I reluctantly carried out my duty, while she kept giggling from the couch. I couldn’t expect everything to go fine, of course: not even two minutes later, the giantess shifted her feet to look directly at me. “Tell me, since when are you blind? Can’t you see that my feet go on even up the heel? When do you plan to massage the rest of it?” she said, annoyed. “How am I supposed to do that?!” I shouted, trying to be heard “I can’t even reach your sole, let alone the whole foot”. “Well, climb up, then!” Sydney replied, absentmindedly. She put her feet back in front of me, indicating that the discussion was over. I looked up at the imposing mountain of flesh before me. I had never scaled anything in my life, and she expected me to climb her? No way, it was suicide: if I were to fall without any kind of security, I could get seriously injured, or worse. After a few moments, not feeling me on her skin, Sydney spoke up: “What’s the matter, I told you to start climbing!”. I explained my situation, even if I doubted, she would ever listen to me. “Oh, you’re such a coward, that is so typical! Now listen up: You. Won’t. Fall. You are not that clumsy, you can do it!”. It was a weird way to cheer someone up, and it didn’t exactly work on me. “Besides, in the unlikely possibility of you not wanting to obey me, I remind you that, hypothetically, you could end up under the bottom of my foot or, perhaps, flushed down the toilet. It’s not certain but… I’m the one in charge here, after all, so… who knows what I could do?”.

She couldn’t be serious, right? I wasn’t so sure anymore… But it was more than enough to convince me. I rushed towards her right foot and started climbing her sole. She wrinkled it just for me, to make my ascent easier, but I was still panicking. Sometimes, I looked down and saw the abysmal distance between me and the ground below. I tried not to think about what would happen if I were to slip on her sweaty wrinkles. One single false step would have been enough to betray me.

Finally, I arrived on top of her foot. I was completely out of breath, and I collapsed between her big and second toe: her massage would have to wait. I realised how far I had got: looking down, the surface of the table seemed to be miles away, and the tight space between her toes was like a passage between two peaks. I turned towards Sydney: her eyes were lost on the flow of images of the movie she was idly watching, while chewing lazily some snacks, mixing candies and popcorns. Did she realise I was still on her foot? If I had fallen, would she have noticed? Suddenly, her eyes sparkled, noticing me. Her lips curled in a mischievous smile, as if she had just had an idea. I was about to get up when she abruptly scrunched her toes, trapping me between the spongy walls of her skin and knocking the little air I had left out of my lungs.  

 

Sydney widened her toes, letting the small lint of a person that I was drop between them. Still dazed by the unexpected compression my body had just experienced, I desperately looked towards the mountain-sized girl, wondering how long this could go on. Judging by her amused face, she didn’t seem keen on stopping teasing me yet. “That wasn’t much of a massage, but man, wasn’t it fun to feel you climb my sole! Your struggles at that size are pathetic, but cute at the same time! I’ll never get tired of that sensation on my foot. Now be a good boy, stay there and do not bother me for a while, ok? I’m trying to watch how the movie ends” she said, satisfied. Then, Sydney grabbed the remote, turned up the volume, and began watching TV again, ignoring me completely. She had put me through an ordeal that could potentially be deadly to me, and then she just left me there – tired and alone. “So, what now?” I asked myself. Then, I realised that from my elevated position, I could look around better: I spent some time trying to see where it was, when I finally spotted it: just beside Sydney’s gigantic rear, half buried by the package of gummy bears, there was my phone, my only hope to return to normal size. If I could reach it while Sydney had her head in the clouds, it would be done! I could unshrink myself and never let her near me again. There was just a “small” obstacle… I had to reach it, and the only bridge between me and the couch, of course, were her stretched legs. I needed to cross the other side of her foot, climb her legs, and drop on the couch without her noticing. Knowing how absent-minded she was about everything, it shouldn’t be too hard, I thought. So, when I saw that her gaze was locked on the screen, following closely the intense finale of the movie, I began climbing down her foot. I knew it was a dangerous idea, going around her body, hoping not to be seen (or felt), but there was no other way.
Going down was far easier than going up, and I ended up on her ankle in just a few minutes. But then, I realised that reaching the couch seemed easier said than done: her big, tanned legs were the only bridge I could cross to reach my objective, and making my way across the relaxed, titan-sized girl was no easy task. I gathered all the little strength and courage I had left in me and slowly crawled along the massive bridge of flesh. Looking down, I saw the ground far below. Falling wouldn’t only mean losing the only chance I had to grow back, but also a painful fall to my demise. I shuddered at the thought and tried not to think about it, still crossing Sydney’s legs. When I reached her knee, I was already exhausted, and I was merely halfway through. I stopped for just a moment, to catch my breath. It was then, clinging to her warm unaware body, that I thought she was almost… pretty? I had never seen her that way. Actually, I always thought of her a noisy brat who just happened to be around me. But after all, if one were not to consider her silly side, Sydney was… fascinating. Her relaxed body, so distant and imposing compared to me, was almost otherworldly. As if she was living in a different reality, not even aware of my struggles. And her eyes, watching the movie, so far away from here, not even registering my presence… One could get lost in them. Maybe I was too hard with Sydney. Probably, she came to my place that night because she had nobody to spend the Saturday with… Was she that lonely, under her carefree surface? I always thought bad of her, but maybe I was too harsh to judge. Thinking about it, excluding the opportunistic and superficial friendships she made, Sydney didn’t have any real friend. Maybe teasing me was just her weird way of acting friendly…?
I was surprised by my own stream of thoughts. What was I thinking? She busted into my house and turned me into her toy. What else should I have done? Letting her play with my deepest secret as if it were sleepover chit-chat? No way. She didn’t deserve to.
Having regained my strength, I continued to cross her colossal legs. I finally reached the couch and clumsily jumped off her thigh into the soft texture. I watched the colossal girl: Sydney was still watching closely the intense chase on TV, wondering if the good guy would win in the end. As if it could end differently, the movie was so predictable that even I could have guessed the plot! She was so naïve! Noticing that she was still hypnotized by the TV screen, I approached my truck-size phone, just a few spans away. It was almost over. I sprinted to its side. I pressed the unlock button. It was almost done. The screen lightened. I climbed up its side, to touch the “reset” option of the app. I was safe, I thought. That was when I saw a keyboard popping up on the screen: “Password required. Please insert password”. Impossible, I had set no password. Did she really… “Nice try, idiot!” Sydney’s voiced boomed above me, her face now turned directly at me. She smiled, knowing that she had me in hand. Her confident smile sent a shiver down my spine. “You thought I forgot about your nice app? Leaving you free to unshrink yourself whenever you reached your phone? How stupid do you think I am?! I’m sorry, but it seems that the only stupid person here is you... Also, I don’t remember authorizing you to leave my feet, too. Think you can run around my body all you want?”. I looked around, searching for a way to escape Sydney’s wrath, but there was nowhere to run. Sydney got up from the couch and grabbed by phone, taking away my only possibility to grow myself back. “Since you don’t want to stay put, I’ll have to keep you restrained so I can at least enjoy the end of the movie. No more strolls around my body, clear? In fact, I don’t think you’ll be allowed to move in the first place”. The mountain-sized girl suddenly got up from the couch and placed me right behind her… That is, under the shadow of her titanic backside. Before realising how… equivocal that situation was, without thinking twice Sydney sat down on me with a laughter.
It felt like being trampled by a city-sized pillow. Her laughter soon became distant and muffled, under the giant cushion of her shorts. I adhered to the texture, not quite crushed, but not quite free either, finding myself at the centre of her right butt cheek. As I mentioned before, Sydney had… some evident curves, but it’s all another story when you’re the size of a pebble. Her soft behind absorbed me, quite literally, and at least the pressure didn’t flatten me like a chewing gum under a shoe, but even the slightest movement was almost impossible for me. I wondered if she was conscious that her backside was too soft to hurt me or if she just went for it, not thinking about the tangible risk of me being squashed to death under her ass. Not exactly an end I would be too proud of. I yelled and punched and squirmed against the ceiling of soft texture holding me down, but to no avail. Even if Sydney could feel me, she probably took pleasure in ignoring me. I could easily picture her smiling as she kept watching her stupid movie. I gave up and tried to focus on keeping my breathing steady, if I didn’t want the pressure to crush my lungs to a pulp.
I can’t say how much time passed, but eventually the far noises coming from the tv stopped. Then, I felt her weight shift, and I prayed that would be the end of my torture. How wrong I was. Somewhere, Sydney’s deep muffled voice boomed: “How are you doing down there? You should feel privileged, not many people get to touch my butt and live to tell the tale… I wonder if you’ll be the exception?”. Did she even listen to herself? “Well, let me tell you, you haven’t been a nice host tonight. First you forget to bring the snacks, then you abandon my feet halfway through a massage… I think you need to be taught some manners”. Then, I heard a clear sound and knew something bad was about to happen. She had unlocked my phone, using the password she had set. She had complete control over the app. “Let’s see… It says here that 2.24 cm is your current size… But it’s not the limit of this thing, is it? Let’s try to lower it some more, what do you say?”. I doubled my effort to pointlessly fight against her, but I was like fighting the ocean itself. I soon realized that my struggles seemed to become less and less effective, until I understood: I was already becoming smaller. The threads of Sydney shorts became larger, enough for me to become entangled into them, like in a spiderweb. I lost myself under Sydney’s butt cheek, while she was having the time of her life, imagining my struggles. Then, it all came to an end when she got up. I didn’t know how smaller I was, but this time, it felt like a cataclysmic event, the shifting of two soft tectonic plates. Two impossibly large fingers came to my rescue, plucking me off her shorts. Sydney pinched me between her thumb and index finger, smothering me against the bare skin of her digits. She brought me before her smiling face, looking me as if I were a funny insect to poke. “Hey”, boomed her voice, louder than ever, hurting my eardrums. How small was I anyway? She seemed to have guessed my question, even if she clearly couldn’t hear me, and proudly announced “you’re 0.4 cm tall. The size of a grain of rice. Quite the achievement, huh? Bet you never been that small”. I paled, but she didn’t pay attention. Or most likely, she couldn’t make out my face really good. “Now, if you don’t mind, there’s still a task you’re not done with”. The world spun as she lowered me on the endless plain of the table. I didn’t even have the time to recover before ten majestic toes appeared at the edge of the wooden surface, each of them dwarfing me by far. To her, it was a simple and cute action that she might have made hundreds of times, propping her feet against the table; to me, it was like facing the Alps, mountains of living flesh. “Wow, you’re smaller than my pinkie!” Sydney noticed, but her joke did nothing but increase my feeling of impending doom. “Lick my foot, dork. You owe me this. And if you don’t get lost into the ridges of my skin, I might reward you with a couple of centimetres. Or not, if you disappoint me. Who knows? It’s up to you!” Ok, I thought, it’s simple. I’ve done it before, unfortunately, what’s the problem with licking her foot one more time, I told to myself. It’s not that I had any kind of dignity or self-respect left at that point, might as well try my best to succeed in the only chance I had to grow back, and please the whims of the big mean girl that was holding me prisoner. I never thought I could be so exasperated by my own fantasy. Sydney simply… didn’t deserve to own me the way she did. Yet, there I was, leaning closer to the gargantuan mass of her toes and giving quick licks to the moist footskin of the laughing giantess. I hated every second of it. “That’s waaaaaay better than your first attempt. I can really feel your dedication in those licks! After all, this is your fetish, isn’t it? I bet you’re starting to like me in the role of the giantess”. I was not. “Now come on the top of my big toe. If you manage to climb up again, I’ll give you your reward” she said cheerfully, wiggling her toes and causing a few earthquakes from my point of view. I wanted to end everything as quick as possible, return to normal, take back my phone, kicking Sydney out of my house and go to bed, trying to forget everything that happened tonight. With newfound strength, I climbed once again Sydney’s body, this time facing Mount Big Toe.
It wasn’t long before I started climbing that I felt something was different: her skin was moist, almost slippery, and I smelled a vague hint of… almond? I realised that she must have used some body lotion on her legs and feet and now, mixed with the heat and the sweat, it was melting. At that size, even the slightest concentration became dangerous, and I started to lose my grip. I panicked as I slowly began to slide on the side of her toe, unable neither to stop nor to catch a firm grip. In a matter of seconds, I slipped and fell off the comfortable security of the table, heading inevitably for the floor. I landed hard on the ground, feeling an intense pain in my legs. I screamed, but my feeble voice was basically inaudible. I tried to get up, but a jolt of pain froze me in place. I realised it was serious… but maybe not everything was lost: perhaps, with an emergency like that, the giantess above me would have spared me her little games and actually helped me. Not even Sydney was so cruel to enjoy watching me in pain. I looked up at the titaness, completely oblivious of my location and my condition, eyes still fixed on her own foot, waiting for my arrival at any second. And now, she was even more distant than before.
I tried to calm down and analyse the situation. At that point, it was almost impossible to reach the top of the couch. I simply couldn’t climb up with my legs so badly injured, I couldn’t walk for long distances, and surely, I couldn’t sprint either. I was stuck on the floor of my own living room, and the selfish girl above didn’t seem to notice a bit. I completely panicked, screaming at the top of my lungs, and going unnoticed because of my ridiculously high-pitched voice. . . . Sydney yawned. She became bored, waiting for a certain someone to climb her toe. “Too bad for him”, she thought, losing her patience. Sydney cleared her throat and spoke in her usual sarcastic tone, looking somewhere between her own toes: “Alright, you’re taking forever, so I say that time’s up, and say goodbye to your height. Looks like you’re stuck at the size of a speck just a little longer. She giggled and leaned over to take a closer look, but strangely, there was nothing (or better, no one) on her foot. The girl looked puzzled. “I… thought I had left you there…? C’mon, where are you?”. She grabbed her foot and gave an attentive look at its surface, finding nothing. “Oh, COME ON! What game are you playing?” said Sydney, frustrated. But there was something else in the tone of her voice. Perhaps, a hint of fear, for losing his shrunken friend in a giant world. Hassled and just a little scared, Sydney quickly got up, and moved around the small table, looking for clues. “Stop it already, this isn’t fun! If this is a trick to convince me to grow you up again, I swear I’m gonna...”, she didn’t complete the sentence, on the edge of exasperation. Was she afraid of losing a person… or a toy? Sydney restlessly moved around the table, looking for clues from every angle, and finding none. “Alright, I get it, I’ll unshrink you just a bit. I’m going to take your phone now, use your weird app and make you a little bigger, ok? You won’t run away, wherever you are, promise?” she said, sounding… almost worried. The big girl headed back to the couch. Maybe what she searched had somehow ended up between the cushions, or stuck somewhere in there… Where could he be? . . . Down on the floor, I looked in fear as Sydney got up, and her monolithic right foot landed at my side, shortly followed by the other, making the ground shake like the end of the world. I was exactly between them, and the worse was that the clueless girl completely ignored me and started to roam around the room, speaking basically to herself. I saw a shadow looming over me and looked up just in time to see her perfect sole hover above me, her skin coated in a translucent mix of sweat and saliva. For a moment, the enormous foot stood still above me, uncertain about where to go. Then, it moved forward, landing far away and causing another tremendous shake. Sydney made her way around the table, away from me. I slowly tried to crawl towards her, clinging to the remote possibility of being noticed by that creature that… seemed to belong in another world altogether. Not caring about the lowlife like myself. My poor attempt of following her was interrupted by the best words I was hoping to hear from the girl: “Alright, I get it, I’ll unshrink you just a bit. I’m going to take your phone now, use your weird app and make you a little bigger, ok? You won’t run away, wherever you are, promise?”. Finally! It was not how I imagined being rescued, but at least I was going to be safe! Sydney would grow me back to normal, find me, call me something like “stupid dumbass” for hurting myself, then bring me to the hospital to fix me. She wouldn’t act cruelly in such a dire situation. Everything was going to be fine, after all. Then, I saw her impossibly huge body change direction and head back to the couch, her massive feet stomping on the ground like unstoppable engines ready to grind me. And I was right on their way.
My heart started pounding as I realised my life was on the line. I stumbled across the floor, trying to move fast, but with my legs and at my size, even moving more than one centimetre was a hard task. I tried to endure the pain, crawling as fast as I could to get to safety. Sydney’s step continued to draw closer and closer, thundering louder and louder. Soon, they would strike me down, like the judgement of a deity. I renewed my efforts, but when a shadow was cast upon me, I knew it was too late. I turned back in horror to see sole of the colossal foot I had been licking and climbing over all night long, now about to crush down on me for good. In the end, Sydney was going to be my ruin, and she wouldn’t even know it. I looked at the wall of tanned skin, about to come down on me. At that point, I knew that my chances to escape went down to 0. Then, it felt like time slowed down. Sydney’s dusty sole began to lower on me, irradiating human heat. I looked up at her face, so beautifully oblivious, so lost, with a shadow of desperation and sadness. Could it be that, after all, she was worried about… me? For once after a long time, I felt necessary, useful to someone… and to think that someone was the girl I always saw as an annoying weirdo. She would never know what I thought of her in my last moments, as she stepped on me like another dust particle, to join the otherson the sole of her foot. Eventually,Sydney stepped on me, feeling nothing as my body adhered to her skin like a sticker. I felt my own body enduring the pressure, the crunching of my bones, the softness of the same footskin that was about to end me. Then, my body gave in, slowly flattening beyond repair under the tanned foot of Sydney. In never thought that, of all girls I dreamed to be crushed under, she would be the one that actually ended me. With my last breath, I pitied myself. . . . Sydney didn’t even felt the faint crunch coming from beneath her left foot. After all, for her it all happened in a matter of seconds. She reached the couch and grabbed the phone. Rapidly, she unlocked it and furiously entered a new size, hoping to solve everything with one last move. The screen flashed for a few instants, an a message appeared, accompanied by an error code: “Unable to find subject. Please try again at close rage”. Sydney angrily tapped on the screen, a useless attempt, but the message kept coming up nonetheless. She tried to stay calm, but finally admitted to herself that she had lost her small companion somewhere, too tiny to be seen. She told to herself that not everything was lost: maybe in a couple of days the effect would wear off, or there was just a bug on the app, and maybe it just didn’t work in that moment for some reason. For the moment, the girl slid on her discarded flip-flops and decided to head home, but planning to come back to the uninhabited house the day after, and the day after that, and again the following days, until she would find again the shrunken one. Sydney went away, and carefully closed the door behind her, locking it with a key she found around and decided to carry with her. She left the lights on, in case they were of any help, and, while she walked home, she hoped to solve that incident as soon as possible. If you were to run into her on her way home, and saw the bottom of her left foot, you might have noticed a crimson spot beneath her, a small stain that even she wasn’t aware of. With every step, it was slowly smeared and washed away, until almost nothing was left of it. Even when she went to bed at her place, and checked her soles, she saw nothing unusual. As she went to sleep, Sydney still thought about that weird night and how to solve the problem she’d caused, until her consciousness slowly drifted away. Under the blankets, she reflexively curled her spotless feet.