You had been staring at her for a while now; a tan young woman looking somewhat over 20, dressed quite immodestly with an orange miniskirt and blue tank top. Her midriff was exposed, and a good part of her cleavage too, but it was her feet that you captivated you most. Her sandals lay on the ground under the bench where she sat, and she had kicked out her legs, letting you see her soles as she stretched and scrunched her feet. You had been careful only to take an occasional glance at them but once, she sat back and closed her eyes, you couldn't help but stare at them.
You were staring so hard, it took you a time to realize when she had her eyes open again and had already seen you staring. You froze, terrified of what she might do, but she only grinned and beckoned you over. You were nervous, but after another look around to make sure you were alone in the park with her, you stood and walked over to her bench. “I'm... sorry I stared at you, miss,” you said, blushing. “I'll leave now if you want. Promise I won't bother you again.”
The woman smiled. “Call me Matilda. And you don't have to leave.” Her voice was like honey to your ears, a soft, sultry tone. She crossed her legs and her soles seemed to beckon you closer. You meekly obeyed. “You like my feet, don't you? It's okay, you don't have to hide it. I wouldn't have them out like this if I didn't want people looking at them.” Her feet scrunched and swayed; you couldn't tear your eyes from them. “In fact, I want to give you a closer look. Go ahead—I know you want to.”
So entranced were you by the movement of her feet that you failed to notice the strange blue light coming from the odd-looking dynamax band on her wrist. You felt an energy embrace you, but paid it no attention. All you cared about was getting closer to those feet. You walked up to them, watching them get not only closer but also bigger, until they stood over twice your size. In your obsession you didn't see anything wrong with that; only when Matilda moved her feet aside did you realize you'd shrunk down to a few inches tall.
Bewildered, you looked all around, trying to make sense of what had happened. “What's wrong?” she said. “Didn't you want a closer look at my feet? Don't you want to touch them now? To feel my soles against your body? Don't be shy! They're all yours, little guy!” She presented you with her looming soles again, and when she scrunched them, you just couldn't resist. Who cared that you'd shrunk? Who cared why or how? The only thing that mattered were Matilda's marvelous feet.
You walked up to her foot and planted your hands and face right on the woman's sole, taking in its softness, its scent, its warmth, its smooth texture. It felt amazing! Never in your life had you dreamt you would experience such heavenly bliss.
You were so moved by the sensation you started to kiss and rub the giant sole, eager to show your love and admiration to this strange woman and her lovely feet. But when you'd only just begun, all of a sudden her sole violently fell on you, pinning you to the ground with a big, booming impact that seemed to shake the earth itself. “Hey! That tickles!” she exclaimed with a delightful laugh, pressing her foot down. You then felt her soft flesh mold itself around your body, dimpling and molding to leave you almost encased between the earth below and her foot above.
In your initial fright at being so suddenly trapped, you tried to push her foot off of you, but you were so small and weak that you could barely even move under it. Slowly you realized that it didn't hurt, though, and you even started to enjoy being down there.
After a bit, Matilda slid her foot back to rest her toes on your face. “Heh! Look at you, all meek and mild. You're really gonna let me shrink you just 'cause I let you touch my feet?” Matilda wiggled her toes, massaging your head with those big, meaty digits. “You love my feet so much, I bet you probably want to stay with them for the rest of your life, don't you? You're such a freak, ha ha!” Despite her laughter, you could tell she was just teasing you, and even if she wasn't, you really didn't mind; you were too busy enjoying her toes, rubbing your hands up and down their lengths.
“You know what? You're pretty cute, and you rubbing my feet down there feels really nice. I kinda wanna keep you around so you can rub them anytime I get tired. What do you say? That sound good to you?” With her big toe smothering your face, you couldn't answer except by kissing it enthusiastically. “Ha ha! I'll keep that in mind, little guy. Although, maybe there's something else I could do with you instead.”
Matilda's foot slid further back until her first two toes sat around your torso. She curled them around you and, gripping you firmly, lifted you up to then grab you with her hand and hold you like a little doll in the shadow of her head. Her face filled your view, and her hazel eyes twinkled playfully behind her blue-rimmed glasses. Then she grinned and you turned away trying to hide a blush.
Her laughter rang in your ears. “You're so adorable, little guy! Why, I could just eat you right up!” She licked her lips, making a big show of it, and chuckled softly. You laughed too, albeit nervously, as you realized she really could eat you if she wanted to. But obviously she wouldn't do that it was just a little joke, right? So you told yourself even when she opened her mouth and the smell of the chicken she'd had for lunch wafted out, her hot breath washing over your body.
You started to have doubts when she took to panting hungrily over you, and when you looked into her mouth and found it positively dripping with saliva. Her eyes were those of a hungry animal as her hand carried you towards her gaping maw. Yet even now, when you were becoming convinced she meant to devour you, you still didn't fight or struggle against her at all, and not just because you knew you had no hope of escaping her grip—there was something morbidly alluring about the thought of her eating you. By the time you were almost at her lips, you had already accepted that you would be eaten, and a part of you was even looking forward to it.
Your heard was pounding away inside you when she stuck out her tongue and licked you. The feeling of her wet, slimy tongue against your face was thrilling, and you shivered in delight when it passed over the rest of your body, lapping away at your whole front side. “Ah, you're so tasty, little guy,” she moaned in between licks. “I can't hold back anymore. I have to eat you; you taste way too good! Sorry, little guy!” she said, sounding not sorry at all. Again she opened her mouth and stuck your head inside, carrying you deeper while her tongue molested your face, until, all of a sudden, she pulled you back out and started laughing.
“Ah-hahahahaha! Oh, wow, you should have seen the look on your face! Did you actually think I was going to eat you? Ha! I was just teasing ya, little guy; there's no way I'd ever eat you. I mean, it's not every day you meet a willing foot pet! Speaking of which...” Matilda turned you around to face her foot, which now rested on her lap. Her big, plush sole seemed to welcome you as you were carried to it, and soon your face and the rest of your body was being mashed against its soft surface, her hand holding you so firmly to it that you couldn't breathe and were happy for it.
After a minute of thoroughly mashing you to her sole, Matilda stretched her leg back out, and to your surprise you remained stuck to her foot, thanks to the layer of spit she had left on you. “Almost done; just a bit more force and you'll be really stuck,” she said, then she stood and her full weight came to rest on you. It didn't hurt, but it was hard to breathe under all that pressure.
You were relieved when she raised her foot, letting you get some air in again, only for her to then stomp her foot, smashing you against the ground and emptying your lungs. Your vision swam and you felt like you might pass out; that feeling remained as she kept on stomping her foot, over and over again, shaking the earth with each stomp, even grinding you against the floor as if she were trying to kill you. When at last she lifted her foot to look at you, you still weren't hurt, but you were so beaten you could hardly move.
“Perfect!” she said after scrunching her sole and seeing you remain stuck to it. “I'll talk to you again later, little guy. Hope you enjoy my feet in the meantime!” Then she set off with you on her foot. And though you were stepped on over and over again, you couldn't help but smile, looking forward to what would surely be a long day of intimacy with Matilda's beautiful feet.