The duffle bag hit the table, immediately assailing my sight with both its sheer size and worn appearance, and I knew that without even looking up who had dropped it onto my study session. The bag wasn't in great condition, a dark canvas thing covered in stains, abrasions, tears and holes, but it looked mostly clean, if just very worn. The bag crumpled the papers I had in front of me, and almost assuredly did some damage to the reference books I had spread out before me to research. Even if the bag itself wasn’t recently soiled, it certainly did my studies no favors to be smothered under her gym equipment.
Rising above the duffle bag, I already knew who would be looking down at me, but seeing Callie's smiling face looming over me was worse than I'd imagined. I had expected a scowl, a grimace, or just a hateful stare, but instead the face staring down at me, framed by dark hair with a vibrant pink highlight was eager, almost ecstatic.
"H…hey Callie." I said, trying to discreetly look behind her for an escape route. "H…how are you doing?"
“Well, dweeb, I was feeling pretty down…” Callie responded, pushing her duffle bag closer. “Did you hear that my paper came back with only a ‘C’ grade?”
“I…I hadn’t heard that. But, hey, you passed, right?” I asked, hoping to steer the conversation in my favor.
“You guaranteed me an ‘A’, dweeb, and only delivered ‘C’ quality work.” Callie said, purposefully gripping the zipper of the duffle bag. “So I’ve decided that for ‘C’ quality work, you get ‘C’ quality accommodations.”
The zipper was surprisingly quiet as she slid the duffle bag open, the canvas splitting apart like a gutted beast. Somehow I hadn’t considered what could’ve been contained within the duffle bag, and the contents almost seemed shocking, despite the banality of a bag containing nothing more than a few pairs of shoes.
“A…accommodations?” I asked, dismayed that there appeared to be no easy way around her in the study room at the library. “What do you mean by ‘accommodations’, Callie? I’ve already got an apartment.”
“Apartments are for ‘A’ essays, dweeb…” Callie said, pulling a pair of chucks from the bag. “Dweebs that write ‘C’ essays, however, get to spend the night in a less glamorous affair.”
The chucks set on the table looked like they had been through a war. None of the fabric remained unstained, none of the rubber looked to retain its tread, and the entirety of the pair sagged with the weight of years and years of use. The pair of shoes that Callie set directly in front of me, and mortifyingly enough, directly onto my notebook, looked less like shoes that someone would wear, and more like the remains of a pair of shoes that had been poured from a blender and then tossed with dirt.
“Callie, we can t…talk about this.” I protested. “I didn’t have any time to write a really detailed paper, and West Saxon literature takes some time to really synthesize…”
She didn’t seem to care, as she pulled another pair of footwear from the bag, this time a pair of workboots that looked as though they had been in use since the seventies. The scuffs and tears were more substantial than the remaining leather, and the ankle high collar hung over, the leather so fatigued it couldn't even retain its shape.
"We're passed that, dude…" She said, smiling as the bag was emptied, with one more pair coming out.
A pair of moccasins, somehow poorer off than even the boots had been, landed next to the other two, creating a small selection of severely over taxed footwear. The moccasins looked to have been worn so long that any insole had been stamped into the unmistakable black outline of a sole and toes, while the leather edges frayed so badly I couldn't believe they were still holding together.
"Callie, w…what is all this?" I asked, pushing myself away from the table.
Callie loomed over me, even when I was standing, but I was still relieved a bit when she took a seat opposite the table and kicked her feet up on the table, her sneakers crossed in front of me.
"These are 'C' grade accommodations. And because I'm so nice, I'm going to let you choose which pair you want to be stuffed into for the night while you think about how you're going to improve on my upcoming biochem essay."
I'd seen Callie pull a tiny student from her pocket once before, and she'd insinuated that the 'nerd' held in her denim butt-pocket had disappointed her in some way before she'd quickly shoved him back into the darkness under her cheek, but being faced with the possibility of being similarly shrunk and stored in one of her old shoes was not something I had even considered. The fact that she had threatened to do it for the entire night only made the prospect more humiliating.
"C…Callie, these shoes are… scrap." I said, more scared than cautious. "How can you expect me to… to…"
"Not my problem." She interrupted. "You should've thought of that when you handed me a shoddy paper. Shoddy work earns you a stay in shoddy shoes."
"It was a 'C'!" I protested. "None of these are even wearable! A 'C' is a passing grade, an e…equivalent shoe would still be wearable, like your sneakers!"
Callie's smile widened, to my dismay. She uncrossed her heels and let one foot drop, heel first, onto the table corner right next to me. Sure enough, her sneakers were in far better condition than any of the three pairs she had pulled from the duffle bag, even if they weren't pristine.
"Hmmm, maybe you're right…" She said, kicking the other foot over the first, so the soles of both sneakers were close to my face. "Maybe those are more 'D' grade accommodations, but I can't just let you off… tell you what, dweeb, I'll be extra nice this time and upgrade you to a 'B' room, but there's gonna be a catch or two."
"W…what's the catch?" I asked.
"It'll be for the weekend, and you're gonna have roommates." She said through her smile. “But I’ve got places to be, so you’re going to need to make up your mind real quick. What’s it going to be? ‘D’ grade for the night, or ‘B’ grade for the weekend with company?”
“C…Callie, this isn’t fair…” I started to protest.
“What’s that? I can’t understand your whining. You want me to choose the worst option for you?” Callie said with a hand to her ear, feigning trying to hear me. “Tick tock, dweeb, choose, or I’ll make the choice for you.”
“F…fine, I’ll take the ‘B’ grade.” I said with a hung head.
Given that she had already subjected someone else to it, and that I had no plans for the weekend, I figured that whatever she had in store that was two grades up from the refuse that she had pulled from the duffle bag had to be the best of my options.
I didn’t know what to expect, so when the world shot up around me, almost like the universe exploded in size and I was the only thing unfortunate enough to miss out, it was an incredibly dizzying and nauseating effect. One moment I was looking at the soles of Callie’s sneakers, then the next I was trying to remain standing, while coming to terms with my sudden smallness as the table next to me had become impossibly large.
Callie, however, didn’t give me much of a chance to adjust. Before I had really come to terms with my newfound size, the world shook twice in quick succession as Callie’s left foot, then her right, crashed down to the floor on either side of me. If I had thought Callie looking down at me from my normal height of five-seven was intimidating, seeing her face like an eclipsing planet smiling down from an impossible height froze my blood.
“Good choice, dweeb.” She said, leaning down.
Even the act of reaching down, something simple and natural for her, felt like the sky itself was falling on me, and I’m more than a little ashamed to say I cowered in fear, even as she simply untied her right sneaker, a chuckle of amusement making my cowardice worse as she watched me curl up in fear. The laces themselves were like massive serpents that Callie just casually tossed around, and when she had finally unlaced the shoe, slipped her foot free. For a moment I was awestruck, even in her sock, her foot was the most massive, clearly living thing I’d ever seen, but then the horror returned as the sole of that socked foot moved overhead. My entire world was thrown into shadow as Callie’s foot hung over me, slowly lowering down. For a moment I saw it all play out, and I screamed and returned to a curled up ball on the floor.
“Let me introduce you to your roommates for the weekend!” Callie said enthusiastically.
Mercifully the crushing force of a bully’s sole never came, and I opened my eyes to see Callie peeling the sock from her foot. Even in the shadow of her foot, I could see the sock leave behind lint on the pale skin as she wriggled her toes above me, causing the shadow I was cast in to dance around. Her foot scrunched and relaxed, but nowhere did I see any other shrunken people, just Callie’s sole, and her toes, menacing me from above. It was then that the realization dawned on me.
“I hope you’ll get along well!” She said with sardonic glee.
I didn’t have time to protest before her foot moved out of the way just enough to facilitate picking me up. My rocket trip off the ground was quick, jarring, and extremely brief as I found myself dangling over Callie’s empty, open sock. Immediately I was dropped in, screaming as I fell what could only be a few inches, but felt like dozens and dozens of feet into the sock itself. The fall turned into a tumble, and eventually I hit the toe of the sock, a springy, cushioning fall that left me surrounded by occluded light, and faint smell of fading laundry detergent and slightly moist. Moreover, the oppressive atmosphere in her recently worn sock felt like it might crush me, even without her foot inserted.
All of my attempts, desperate and panicked, to climb back out were hindered by steep incline of the sock, dangling in Callie’s hands, the almost unscalable nature of the inside of a crew sock, and my own lifetime of avoiding any kind of upper-body exercise. I had only been clawing at what would have been the sole of the sock when the light from above disappeared and I saw my new ‘roommates’ returning home, five dark purple painted nails leading five titanic toes. All of Callie’s toes continued to wiggle as she slid her foot into the sock, the speed of which left me caught beneath them as she pulled the sock vigorously onto her foot and then tightened it by pulling it up over her calf, leaving me pressed against into the sock by her outstretched toes.
Immediately she clenched her toes around me, and I realized that I had been screaming as she squeezed the air out of me. Any thoughts I had of escape were quickly wrung out of me, even as the rollercoaster of being inside her sock was turned up to eleven. As dark as it had been, the light disappeared entirely and my ‘roommates’ became far more clingy and cramped. All the light was gone, any room to move from under her toes had gone with it, and the only sound was that of her foot moving. Some part of my brain registered that she had re-donned her sneaker, with me stuck inside her sock.
“Okay, dweeb, enjoy your stay!” Callie’s voice was muffled, almost inaudible, but she must have been shouting at her shoe. “You’ve got a long weekend in there.”
Giantess World
Author's Chapter Notes:
Look, when the local tomboy bully tells you she need an A, you better deliver an A...
The titular character belongs to @BeckettCallie on Twitter, and this story is inspired by their tweets!
Rated PG-13, F/a, Feet, Shrinking, Entrapment.
Chapter End Notes:
Very recently a couple people reached out to me on Reddit (u/ArchonStranger) and let me know how they enjoyed my work. I wanted to thank you. It was so heartwarming to be hear my stories were being read and enjoyed.