It was almost six in the morning. The sun was only just beginning to rise, adding some much-needed light to an unusually dark night. Inside of Emma's room the giant woman passed out on a bed straining under her size began to stir. The night before she'd made a big decision. Today was going to be big. Today was going to be special. She'd spent far too much time lounging around recently, and had fallen behind on a number of tasks that needed to get done. She would wake up at the crack of dawn, have breakfast at a reasonable hour, do some work, have a modest lunch, do more work, and hopefully finish in the early evening with a few hours to spare! It wasn't a day she was looking forward to, per se, but it needed to get done and she was going to do it!
Seconds continued ticking by as the clock on Emma's bedside table read 5:59 a.m. She knew that she couldn't trust her body to naturally wake her up a reasonable hour, so she had gone through a bit of likely-unnecessary effort to make sure this worked. And as the clock turned from 5:59 to 6:00 am it came into action.
"WAKE UP! WAKE UP! WAKE THE FUCK UP! WHAT ARE YOU DOING?! JUST WAKE UP!"
The custom alarm blared at such an incredibly loud volume Emma was instantly ripped from her peaceful rest. The voice being played back was her own, as she always felt she was her own best motivator. The ear-piercing sound was so loud her eyes shot open in an instant, and she tried to remember both where she was and the source of the sound. Without much light it took her a moment to find the bedside table, before she could flail wildly at the blurry clock that produced such an awful sounds. In the process she wound up knocking her glasses off of the table, completely unaware as the sound of them hitting the floor was drowned out by the continually blaring alarm.
"WAKE UP! IF THIS IS STILL PLAYING IT'S YOUR OWN FAULT, STUPID! WHY HAVEN'T YOU WOKEN UP? MAYBE THOSE STUPID FAIRIES WILL WAKE YOU-"
Emma slammed her palm onto the table, causing the entire thing to shake so violently she the clock toppled over the edge. Groaning, she pulled her hand back, cringing when she felt that her errant slap had managed to actually deform the wood. With the clock now completely out of reach the giant woman screamed in frustration, and leaned over the edge of the bed in the hopes she could rip the clock from the wall entirely.
After searching for 10 seconds so agonizing she swore her ears would bleed at any moment Emma managed to find what she was looking for. She smiled, tightened her grip, and pulled as hard as she could.
She underestimated the angle, as well as her own ability to balance. The cord tightened inside of her hand, and she near-instantly found herself falling over the edge of the bed. A shrill scream of fear joined the blaring alarm for a split-second before gravity slammed Emma into the floor. The huge woman groaned while the alarm began to wind down… only to restart from the beginning.
Emma wanted to cry. She pulled herself back up to her knees, and looked around the bed once again, before finally finding the alarm clock. This time leverage was on her side, and she yanked it so hard the entire plug came loose from the wall. Another annoyance she would soon have to deal with, but today was to be a day of productivity so she was certain she could just squeeze it in.
Finally, the room was quiet again. Emma smiled, and looked around for her glasses. She felt the hard plastic directly underneath where she'd landed, and picked up the frames with one hand.
With the room now quiet the sound of glass tinkling as she did so was all-too clear.
"FUCK! COME ON!" Emma screamed. She threw the broken glasses aside, making a mental note to buy new glasses. Just another on the list of things she would need to get done today. This had been one of the most terrible ways she'd ever greeted a new day, but she was thankful that the entire ordeal had finally come to an end. She could just get up, have breakfast, and do some work, even if going without glasses meant her productivity would be shot.
Emma blinked several times, trying to adjust to the darkness. As she did she could hear a quiet pleading from below. The voice was squeaky, though it didn't appear to be able to pronounce any actual words.
"Shut up." Emma said, looking for the source. Still on her hands and knees, she crawled around for a moment before noticing a section of the floor that appeared to be moving. She squinted, taking a moment to try and decipher the blurry shape moving underneath her. It was vaguely golden and green in color, which meant it had to be…
"Lefty?" Emma asked, tilting her head to the side to hope her vision would clear. The little thing's name was originally Aurica, but Emma had given her a name more befitting her new status in life. The old one was too fanciful, and classy.
"How did you get loose…?" She asked, looking back behind herself. Though her near-unusable vision meant she couldn't make out a single detail, she could certainly feel the pathetic movements under her right foot. With hardly any light in the room the smudge was little more than a black, wriggling shape but the sensation was good enough confirmation. A quick glance over to her left confirmed that it lacked anything at all.
Through some bizarre chain of events Emma had come into the possession of two fairies. She wasn't supposed to have them in her possession, but she'd made a really bad mistake when initially discovering them. Since one of them could talk she knew that she wouldn't have an easy time lying her way out of her mistake, and figured that maybe… she should keep them. Things started out okay at first, but she quickly came to realize something.
She really, really hated the fairies.
Day in and day out the two would get on her every nerve. Ranging from whining about how they were being kept captive to hurling insults at the giant woman. It wasn't long before they devolved into making threats under the claim that they possessed some sort of magical powers. Eventually Emma reached her breaking point, and did what all new pet-owners should do.
She went online to find out how to train them.
There wasn't a lot of info about caring for fairies online. The only thing she really found was a guide written in the form of a short story that outright resembled erotica at times. It proved useful despite this, and she had learned a couple valuable pieces of information. Mostly that fairies loved to play pranks, were very good actors, and couldn't actually feel pain!
"Alright. Let's get you back into place."
As part of their housetraining Emma had converted the two into shoes. Thin lengths of string kept them attached to the bottom of her foot. Aurica, the fairy who resembled a mermaid, seemed to have gotten loose overnight somehow, and had crawled all the way to the side of Emma's bed while she slept. The tiny blonde's body was broken beyond belief, and she screamed in torturous agony as Emma's fingers scraped her off the floor. The comparatively giant woman ignored the irritating noises and just the little thing closer to her left foot.
Using the fairies as footwear had started off as a joke, then gradually just became another part of Emma's every-day life. They weren't particularly comfortable at first but now… well, they still weren't super good, but they were definitely usable! Breaking them in had taken longer than expected but now both Tsukiko and Aurica served the giant woman's needs admirably.
"Stop fucking moving." Emma spat, roughly manipulating the little screeching thing's limbs and hooking them back into the strings. It was trivially easy to wrestle her into submission using just her fingers, and Emma smiled when she finally got the blonde into position. With a quick flick of the wrist the bindings were tightened, and the little blonde's face was mushed into the sole of her foot. Her arms were stretched far apart, and her fat little tail slapped at the heel incessantly.
"Let me just…" Emma added, checking her right foot. While Aurica got the standard footwear treatment, Tsukiko had it far, far worse. The tiny mermaid had mostly given Emma dirty looks in their early days, or swished tiny little sparkles of what she could only assume was magic in her direction, but Tsukiko was just rude. Insults about her intelligence, appearance, and demeanor had been standard fare before Emma had turned the little fairy into a sandal.
"Yup. Still in place." Emma said, smiling. Though her vision was blurry, a quick tap of her fingers around her hele confirmed that the little fairy's face was still buried into it. She'd specifically positioned the little thing like this so that her face would take the brunt of Emma's weight at the heel. It seemed like every day began with the little thing's skull cracking anew under the giantess, but fairies were durable, and she managed to heal back to normal every night. Fairy physiology was truly a blessing.
Once both the girls were situated back into their rightful places Emma felt her day was ready to begin. Sighing, she stood back to her feet, and grinned at the ominous sound of two bodies being strained against their bindings and the plush surface of her sole sealing them away from the rest of the world. Tiny limbs were pulled by the string, producing dozens of minuscule snaps before eventually coming to a stop.
Lifting her right foot, Emma studied the blurry shape as best she could, and noted that it had returned to its original shape. Something about the fairy anatomy refused to ever really be torn apart. The only blood that was ever drawn was from internal injuries, and though she had briefly considered testing a knife against their soft skin to see how resistant they truly were, she decided against it. If it turned out that they could seriously be injured in that way she would be out a pair of shoes, and only a weirdo would cut up their clothing for no good reason.
"Alright." Emma said, bouncing on her heels. "This was… not a great start to the day. But I can still get some work done!" She said, reaffirming herself before walking out of the bedroom.
The first step of every new day was always the hardest. The way that the simple ties keeping them in place stretched them even always drew fresh screams from the tiny girls serving as footwear. Naturally, opening their mouths to cry out in pain also meant that they tasted the bottom of their owner's sole when she stepped down.
Emma smiled feeling those tiny wet spots under her feet, before moving on again. She could feel a sense of calmness come over her as she stumbled her way to the kitchen. She wasn't used to walking around without her glasses, and it took her nearly a minute of fumbling to find the light. The sun was had not yet fully risen, but there's no reason the start of the day should get her down! With a flourish unbecoming of a woman her size she poured a huge bowl of cereal, added a splash of milk, and slammed the bowl onto the table. Satisfaction overcame her, and she made sure to grab a handful of the dry cereal out of the box as well.
Taking a seat, Emma smiled, and looked down at her bowl. Sugar-frosted corn flakes weren't the most special of breakfasts, but it would do. Yawning loudly, she leaned over the side of the table, then sprinkled the handful flakes she'd picked up onto the floor. They rained down with quiet clacking sounds, almost instantly turning invisible to Emma without her glasses.
"Eat up! That's all you're getting today." She said, feeling her feet around the floor blindly. Once she managed to find the flakes she set about making them into something her shoes would actually be able to eat. Big feet came stamping onto the tiny crunchy chunks breaking them apart until they more closely resembled a powder that adhered to the bottom of her warm feet. Figuring that was good enough she yawned, and set about having her own breakfast.
Twenty minutes later, Emma finished, and pushed the bowl forward. She yawned yet again, feeling unusually comfortable. Thoughts of what she had to do today ran through her mind. Figuring it best to be prepared, she began making a mental list.
"Do my taxes… clean… everything? Vacuum, too. Squish some ants… clean the fridge… do my tax…"
As more and more chores were listed Emma could feel her consciousness gradually begin to fade. She tried to reinvigorate herself by looking around the room, but it was a battle she was not prepared to deal with. With heavy eyelids she thought about how great it was to get such an early start. All she had to do was stand up, then…
Then…
Emma passed out.
As she did, her feet remained flat on the floor, keeping the fairies attached to her soles locked into their unenviable positions. They could feel nothing but the suffocating warmth of Emma's huge feet all around them, and began to realize something was wrong very quickly. Their giant captor normally made sure they had plenty of room to breathe, at the very least! It was one of the few luxuries they had been allowed since beginning this life with her! Now they weren't even getting that, and their attempts to get her attention were completely snuffed out under the heavy feet pressing them into the floor.
And not a single sound could be heard. Emma passed out sitting at the table, gradually snoozing away the hours that she'd missed out on thanks to her alarm. The sun outside rose completely, illuminating the room more completely, and continued to rise higher and higher. Hours passed with the fairies spent smothered under Emma's soles without any hope of escape. Their greatest efforts amounted to quite literally nothing, and the tight bindings ensured that they had to feel as warm droplets of sweat dripped onto them from Emma's feet as the room began to warm up.
"DO MY TAXES!" Emma suddenly shouted, squinting and opening her eyes several times as she looked around the room. Her heart pounded as she tried to remember what she was doing, and she could feel faint struggles under her feet. Pulling them up from the floor she saw what… looked like two bodies struggling more violently than normal… but it was difficult to tell without her glasses.
Shrugging her shoulders, Emma planted her feet flat onto the floor again, and yawned. She stretched her arms high overhead, and felt an intense pain shoot down her spine. She groaned in discomfort, rubbing the back of her neck as she noted she must have fallen asleep in an incredibly awkward position.
"Fuck. This sucks." She whined, leaning back into her chair. She looked at the clock hanging from the wall of the kitchen, hoping to see what time it was, but it was hopeless. Just another blurry shape as far as she could tell. All she knew for certain was that it was much warmer outside, and that the sun was shining bright.
Groaning, Emma stood from her seat, and set about putting the dishes away. Fresh screams of pain came from under her feet with every step, but she ignored them as she always did while wondering about what she could do. She was still tired as sitting in a chair wasn't exactly the most comfortable place to get some rest, and she would need to do something to get her blood pumping if she wanted to try and salvage the day.
Putting the bowl into the sink, Emma turned and headed back to her bedroom. There were a lot of ways she could attempt to remedy this situation, but the best that came to mind was getting some exercise in. She hadn't done an excessive amount for quite some time, but figured that maybe going for a jog around the block would loosen her up.
"Do you guys mind if I go run?" Emma asked, lifting her left foot from the floor. She only heard a pained, muffled cry in response, and shrugged her shoulders.
Two minutes later Emma had put socks on, sealing the pair into a hot, fuzzy hell. A moment later the sneakers slipped on over her feet, and she headed out the door.
Thirty minutes passed.
Emma stumbled back into the house, completely dripping with sweat. Every part of her body ached, and she regretted ever thinking she could do this. The combination of the heat and the effort of keeping up a run for more than a few minutes at a time at her size was incomprehensible. The fairies underneath her certainly didn't appreciate the attempt as their bodies cracked on the very first step Emma had taken. Over and over her feet pounded on them, driving their broken forms into the sock while the giant woman attempted to do a routine she probably should have, at the bare minimum, warmed up for.
Under normal circumstances she was sure that she would have been able to at least finish the routine in a timely manner, but without her glasses she felt that every single step had to be taken with great care. That meant she stamped down more forcefully, in case there was something in her path that may have tried to trip her up. It wasn't long before these extra powerful stomps had driven the fairy girls into a near-catatonic state as they simply could not process all of the damage being inflicted onto their tiny forms. At the same time, it also meant that every single step took significantly more effort on Emma's part, and she had to stop multiple times through the run.
"That was…" She panted, kicking her shoes off and padding onto the floor with her sweaty socks. "The… worst!" She cried out, nearly falling all over herself. The fairies continued to take the brunt of the punishment as their eyes stung with the sweat pouring straight into them, as well as down their throats.
Emma stumbled over herself, crushing the fairies even more into her sweaty feet as she made it back to her bedroom. Every inch of her body glistened with sweat and she realized that the air conditioning alone wasn't going to be enough. With a pained grunt she grabbed hold of the bottom of her shirt, and pulled it over her head.
Her hot breasts bounced free, seeming to steam up the room as she dropped the sweat-soaked shirt to the floor with a moist squish. She stepped out of her shorts at the same time, leaving them behind on the floor and would have also gotten out of her underwear if not for the fact that she had already reached the bed, and would have to spend another second disrobing. A precious, precious second that could have been spent resting!
With a loud groan Emma's enormous form crashed onto the bed, cracking some of the supports underneath thanks to her enormous size, and making it sink underneath her ass. She didn't care. She just sat there, and tried to let the cool air blasting into the room cool her off.
As she did so, her feet naturally came to rest on her heels. Aurica was offered a reprieve from the torment, as she was no longer being crushed under the giantess's enormous form. Her entire body was practically glowing red from the combination of the heat and abuse she'd endured. Tears streamed from her eyes, but couldn't be seen as they mixed with, and were instantly overpowered by the rivers of sweat pouring down Emma's feet. The tiny fairy's blonde hair was matted to her face and her back, as she quietly sobbed, waiting for this horrible day to end.
But as bad as it was for Aurica, Tsukiko had it worse. She wasn't offered the same reprieve as her head was pressed into Emma's heel. When the giant, sweaty woman plopped onto the bed her feet naturally came to rest on her heels, and Tsukiko could swear she felt her jaw pop when that happened. Her mouth had been forced open, and now every last one of her senses was dominated by Emma's feet. The world around her was muffled, thanks to the warm, heady skin molding around her face. Her nostrils felt as if they'd been singed from the extreme heat while trying to find precious air. Her eyes, when she could even find the strength to open them, would see nothing. Only darkness as Emma's foot thoroughly dominated her. Every inch of her body was embraced by Emma's sole as if it were a heavy blanket. Her final refuge, her sense of taste, had just been violated as well. Her tongue was forced into the bottom of Emma's foot, feeling the overpowering saltiness of girl sweat rush down her throat in quantities so great she swore she could feel her belly begin to swell.
Emma could only sit in silence, fanning herself occasionally. There were a number of things running through her mind, but it wasn't long before one thought made itself loud and clear.
"Fuck it." She said, in-between gasps for air. "I'll just be productive tomorrow."
Giantess World
Author's Chapter Notes:
Another Tier 1 short commission so this one is actually a part of an ongoing story of which there is already 2 other installments! It's about the continued adventures of Emma and her two tiny fairy companions that have been converted into footwear. You can read the first 2 parts of this as Episodes 15 and 16, Exotic Pets and An Exotic Opportunity. As for what this story contains it's basically all foot stuff, really silly wacky shenanigans, and a blatant disregard for the well-being of some fairies. It's not nice but if you like feet you'll probably like it! It was commissioned by G-Cat and I've got one more Tier 1 to go so tomorrow expect another story! Hope you enjoy!
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