Giantess World
It was the same arc of the sun still shining when Lexi marched back outdoors as she’d sat beneath when Bridget first described her insane plan, but it somehow felt like multiple days had passed over the course of a single morning and afternoon, and she was at last coming back out of a dark cavern for the first time. Well-lit and spacious as the Cade household was, large enough even for an Alpha population to construct a small town on their own across the surfaces of the monumental furniture, there was something about Lexi’s earlier more-reluctant duties in becoming a temporary Enforcer which nonetheless made her feel like the walls were starting to close in on her like fingers unto themselves.
This breath of fresh air was deeply necessary, then, and she even caught herself instinctively smiling at the feeling of the heat and breeze on her cheeks, now that it seemed the worst of this wretchedly difficult day was over. She’d crossed the hump, feeling readier than ever to help her sister by giving her exactly what she’d requested, and if she herself received just a modicum of catharsis from it, well… she seemed to have Bridget’s full permission, and even desire, to do so. Thus, as of this moment, Lexi decided she was through guilting herself for the hints of satisfaction and even justification she’d felt tickling through her veins as she marched around the kitchen floor a half-hour before, chewing on the miniscule giantess like cow cud and giving her the most accurate taste yet of the gulf still existing between them.
The irony wasn’t lost on her of course that Bridget was probably experiencing the precise opposite of this freeing natural sensation right now, even though she too was technically coming outside. The Omega had literally descended into a danker darker more-closed in prison, after all, though she had been placed there minutes before without expressing a twitch of complaint, and Lexi had learned finally to trust that martyred contentment. If Bridget wasn’t worried, then she wasn’t worried either, or at least not enough to have hesitated in authoritatively tucking her shrunken sibling deep into a mildly-musty hovel which was soon to get far more crowded, concussive, and (considering the temperature out today) itchily stickily steamy.
Still, much like every other novel power dynamic-flipped encounter Lexi had enacted today, first stress-balling Bridget, then kicking, trampling, pressurizing, suckling, and gnawing her, this latest session also took some bodily reorienting for Lexi, even if her emotions didn’t flare with pre-emptive panic now. When she’d inserted her bare foot into that semi-worn running sneaker, just as she had hundreds of times before, there was no stuttered pause in gliding her arch along the warped insole, nor a shudder of discomfort when her toes shuffled into the bough and then settled down over Bridget’s cord-lashed body. Having the weight of a three-inch-tall person under her foot wasn’t new, as of today.
But since Lexi had consciously chosen to go sockless now for a variety of reasons, chiefly being to give her a better sense of the Omega’s current status for safety purposes and also so her own mind couldn’t be closed off to the work at hand (or rather foot), there was no tricking herself into ignoring the lump of a body under her stride. Especially because she’d made the choice to remove most of her sister’s knotted bonds beforehand, only keeping enough looped on to maintain the little thing’s rigid pencil-like posture, the connection made instantly between the plush moderately-dewy undersides of her five wriggly digits and the Omega’s diminutive features was visceral and impossible to disguise as anything other than what it was. Lexi really was about to walk, perhaps even run, with a one-hundred-fifty-foot entity stuffed and stowed tightly beneath her soon-to-be-damp foot.
And what’s more, the transition was easier than ever now. Lexi didn’t have to protectively limp, or keep the weight distribution as lopsided as possible to avoid really “stepping” on Bridget. This was what she wanted. What they both were beginning to want. This meant it just took single-minded concentration as she walked out the door to adjust herself for the oddity of walking both upon and with her sister on board, feeling her little body involuntarily fidget and smush slightly yet never break against the bottom of her foot. By the time she reached the sidewalk, all potential weirdness had dissipated, and Lexi was just out for another stroll, only holding her unnaturally tiny passenger in a diametrically opposite manner now than when she’d cradled her earlier up in the daylight. Her gait wasn’t affected in the slightest, and if anything, the breath of wind and rejuvenation from the sun gave the Alpha more of a spring in her step, though she stopped herself from outright jogging yet. She still wanted to monitor Bridget’s every move, and be in control of every sensation she was feeling down there.
At the same time, though, there wasn’t much need for the same dexterity as when she had the Omega closed in a fist or clamped between her teeth. Simply traveling forward one stride at a time was the session itself, such that it could’ve almost been performed totally on autopilot, especially when Lexi eventually started running and let herself get deeply in the zone, as she would very soon. Hell, maybe Bridget was expecting and hoping for something so educative as being forgotten beneath a hail of perspiring toepad impacts for the whole duration of the Alpha’s cardio time.
For now, though, Lexi intended to keep at least one hand on the wheel, mentally, without it stuttering her pace either. Once she’d gotten comfortable at a normal march without being disturbed by the organic sensation of a tiny body snuggled claustrophobically between the petite shafts of her digits and the grainy sneaker insole, the last hurdle for Lexi to figuratively cross was the built-in paranoia of walking the streets, with a human being inside her shoe, in a world where the whole Alpha class had made a historical reputation for themselves by committing such crimes, often exactly like this.
Was this something her mother ever did, Lexi couldn’t help but wonder? She’d only ever seen Alma Warren gnash through a Beta like a potato chip, but knew now the depths of the woman’s malicious depravity, especially her part in the awful events which had earned her this lengthy stay on Jenna Reynolds’ bedroom shelf. It wasn’t hard to imagine that Alma might’ve amused herself at some point in time by dropping a three-inch stranger into her shoe. Only Lexi could’ve imagined her birth parent not just stamping on the poor thing, but driving her heels into the earth with enough effort to demolish a watermelon, until there was nothing left to identify the Beta under her as human: just a smeared trophy soaked into the twisted woman’s boot. Sickest of all, as extreme as Alma had been in her glory days of genocidal activity, Lexi knew her mother might not have seemed particularly out of the ordinary compared to the rest of the populace, in a different era not terribly long ago. Maybe three generations? Two? How many Alphas through time, she extrapolated, had done precisely the thing she was doing now, keeping a Beta at the mercy of a foot that could crush them into paste in just one purposeful descent, without consequence or guilt, and with every intention that the tiny helpless being beneath their sole was nauseated, terrified, tortured, and probably snuffed out in the end?
By the time she reached the end of the block, though, Lexi wasn’t bothered by the danger of being caught in the act of wearing Bridget either, and felt foolish for having allowed the comparison with those wretched precursors into her head. Especially her mother. Yes, it would seem a bit peculiar if anyone was able to perceive what she was doing or who she had in her shoe, let alone how tall that “who” normally was, but what she and Bridget were doing now couldn’t have been further removed from every black-hearted Alpha who’d ever shoved an innocent Beta squirming and weeping into their shoe, purely for the power trip and drawn-out homicide. She knew her Omega sibling would want her to remember that difference, to repeat it to herself, and so she did, more reassured with every step she took through the super-sized neighborhood.
Meanwhile far below, lodged in a wholly different environment than the breezy sunshine Lexi was enjoying, even though the pair were just as close now as they’d been all day so far, Bridget was desperately determined to painfully, horribly, masochistically savor every difficult sensation coming her way in this shoe. Not that this experience was made any easier to handle, physically, by her belief that she deserved every load-bearing trample under Lexi’s foot. In fact, it was mild-to-moderate hell. The pain and brute-force discomfort were dampened significantly by her Omega constitution still, but as that chaotic incisor-chomping venture into her sister’s mouth before had proven, there were worse things than bodily agony for her to dread today. Now she was crammed into another ultra-tight pocket of dark compressed near-airless emotional suffering, and Bridget sensed that it was bound to be even more punishing here than when she was slapped atop Lexi’s tongue for mock mastication.
Of course the Omega had thought about this particular sensation of in-shoe underfoot battery more than most other session-worthy activities (it being such a popular selection for justice-rearing) and been made to study the practice more closely in her training to become an Enforcer, even though she’d ironically never had to perform the act for real, for herself, on a criminally deserving Alpha. The simulation exercises were the closest she’d ever come, and naturally then she’d still been the one on top, learning the precise volume of pressure to apply while mashing a miniscule human under her toepads, rolling them along the ball of her foot, into the deeper arc of her sole, and even beneath the heel for a heartier press. Even now she could recall the scientific choreography of it, the ways to inspire fear in especially scummy Alphas by abruptly altering the magnitude of stomping force, switching her walking pace just as suddenly, backpedaling, shuffling, or even squeezing their heads between pithy toe-tips right up to the point that her giant pillowy digits started to tighten like a vice around their skulls.
None of that academic work could have prepared her for being the one down here now, though. The lack of personal space was the same as when she was cooped in Lexi’s mouth a short time ago, only somehow even tighter, despite the shoe theoretically offering more space than the Alpha’s jaws. What this current activity lacked in the sharpness and angularity of being couched awkwardly across a tongue mattress and teeth rows for disciplinary nibbling was replaced instead with a technically softer but more all-encompassing and oppressive coddling of tepid insole and spongy foot flesh from every conceivable side. The snug, suffocating feeling of not just being clamped but trampled into the ground overrode any benefit to being plastered beneath smoother more-rubbery terrain.
And whereas entrapment in Lexi’s maw had given Bridget semi-frequent opportunities to gulp down backdrafts of oxygen through the slit of her sister’s lips, there was almost no such thing to be found here. The thick mesh top of the sneaker cave allowed in filtered air at the height of each stepping flight, and the Omega had but a split-second to swallow it and keep her lungs sated, before the swift descent that would empty her airways yet again when those toes piled atop her body. There wasn’t much aroma to speak of at the start of the walk, other than the stagnant baked-in mustiness of well-loved shoes, but as the sun was beaming down so enthusiastically, it wasn’t long before a wetter, more present musk was awakened in both the walls of the shoe and Lexi’s skin, and this filth too was gradually glued into the museum of humiliating bodily odors Bridget was made to wear today, especially with the reduction of the ropes keeping her rigidly hogtied. Indeed the little Omega was relieved when Lexi removed those binds before dropping her in the shoe, not because she expected better comfort (the opposite, if anything), but because it would ensure she righteously suffered more of the sensations awaiting her in here.
Because now she really was getting everything. There was no longer a shield of abrasive roping to keep her from feeling much of the heat, moisture, or tactile disgust dead-on. Bridget was enclosed and exposed in a coffin of swollen-padded toes that were rapidly turning warm as asphalt on a baking summer’s day. Plus, every groove and print-divot was so intimately pushed in around her that the little one’s Omega sensitivity could’ve allowed her to recreate a faithful 3D sculpture of Lexi’s underfoot identifiers. This detail was felt most keenly at the apex and base of each step, first when the Alpha’s foot leveled off in midair in preparation to fall again, causing Bridget’s body to rise higher by loping centrifugal force and face-plant all the hotter into the squirmy landscape of those toes, and then especially on landing, when everything briefly went flat and Lexi tilted forward on the ball of her foot for another digit-splaying launch. There was nothing either emphasized or held back here; the Omega knew that her sister was just walking like normal, and would’ve taken the time to feel proud and grateful to Lexi, if she wasn’t so busy reflexively grunting and jolting from the onslaught of tramples.
A half-mile into their walk, give or take a few hundred steps, and the climate was taking its toll, probably even more so while the Alpha had to share space in her shoe with a miniature but powerful body naturally brimming with energy like a model reactor. The mildly-oily surfaces of bulbous toe brawn, scrunched gently down against the upper shelf of Lexi’s sole, were dampening with a more prominent sheen of sweat. It didn’t outright stink, at least not yet, but the incrementally increased gunky slip-factor from the temporarily-taller girl’s perspiration was enough of an obstacle on its own for now. The skin-tight ceiling of lightly-greased skin soon caused Bridget to oscillate more frequently width-wise along the top of the Alpha’s foot, as there wasn’t quite enough of her shrunken height to cover the distance from big toe to pinky. The whole interior might’ve turned into a dizzying slip-n-slide for the puny Omega, had the pressure and cloying nearness of her sister’s seemingly titanic foot not still mostly dominated her movement, and kept this slick variation of her undertoe position to a minimum.
More so than with any activity they’d yet engaged in, though, likely because Lexi hadn’t so much as turned the page in the official guidebook for advice this round, the Alpha’s lack of formal Enforcer training was felt. Numerous tactics were taught to Omega disciplinarians, albeit via subtle measures that might go unnoticed by the average wrongdoer direly wiggling inside a shoe, to keep a punished passenger from moving very far. It ensured the Alpha felt a balanced magnitude of underfoot force on every step, never giving them a break from experiencing the precise same permutation of odors and textures, but also acted as a better insurance policy to keep their fragile constitutions from weathering hurt too heinous to endure day in and day out.
This protocol definitely wasn’t followed by Lexi, who truly was doing nothing at all to differentiate this march from any other, which meant Bridget was not only made to jerkily fidget up and down like a pumping mechanism in some grand machine, complete with a thorough oiling; she was also subject to the hateful liquid friction of having her whole three-inch body, but most prominently her face, quashed and dragged so hard against the constant cave-in of sour-redolent toe flesh that her face, for split-seconds at a time, was wholly molded into the succulent edifice of meaty upper-sole. Yet even this development she couldn’t resent, and though she couldn’t help but guess that Lexi wasn’t doing this on purpose, it was still only right.
After all, Bridget herself had tragically turned a far more grievous blind eye to certain truths while she was in charge of wrongfully correcting Lexi’s behavior. And they were attempting to replicate that injustice as closely as possible today. What was this, then, but a well-earned added touch of comeuppance for the diminutive Omega? Especially because the physical compaction itself of being stepped on wasn’t exactly “painful” for her - at least not nearly proportionate to the mathematical aplomb of being stood upon and uncaringly crushed by a being hundreds of times her size - Bridget was deeply gratified to be here, getting repeatedly trounced and slaked through a trap of ever-swampier toes, no matter how much she physically wanted to screech and crawl her way out.
“Okay, Bridge. Here we go,” Lexi sighed, coming at once to an unplanned halt before an elevated jogging path which wreathed a midtown Omega highway footpath far below. This screeching stop meant Bridget’s body was used in impromptu fashion like a brake pedal, pressed down until the ratty insole depressed in the shape of her silhouette like hard clay, but not even this could unsettle Lexi’s heartbeat, though she felt the irregularity of her stride upon her shrunken sibling. “This is… it.”
The Alpha hadn’t known until now exactly when she was going to pause before the run, or even if she would run at all. But the time had abruptly arrived when it was necessary, much like her willingness to take part in this whole ritual. Of course she knew Bridget couldn’t literally hear her speaking, but in this moment it somehow felt more appropriate to address her sister rather than herself. They were, after all, the closest now to Enforcement colleagues as they’d probably ever be, ridiculous as Lexi still felt in many ways to compare herself with the highly-trained building-statured correction officers of Aegis. This wasn’t about some set of Utopian love-and-peace-for-all rules now, or even simple right and wrong. This was between her and Bridget, and no one else. Indeed, meeting her prior expectations, not a single unknown face on the street had turned to frown in recognition of there being a body stuffed in her sneaker, and nor should they have. For all the lively crowding in the multi-size urban space, Lexi had shut herself off to all of them now, and for all intents and purposes, it was just her and Bridget alone in the empty capital, left to conquer themselves.
And at the back of her mind, irrational though it once should’ve seemed, Lexi was determined then that when she eventually removed the Omega from her shoe again later, following wherever this sprint took them, they would reach their goal together, and claim victory over this ugly intangible chimera of guilt and grief still floating between them. No more. Lexi would run all day and night and even longer, if that was what it took to banish the thing for good.
Balling her fists and squaring her jaw, the Alpha drew a deep cathartic breath, and then took off running down the vacant path, with Bridget now tanking collisions twice as often and thrice as mighty under her much-larger foot.