Greg was walking towards Sophie’s left foot. She was wearing a black tight pants that ended about 3 centimeters before her ankle. Suddenly Sophie’s right foot departed from the carpet and was placed above his head when she put her left leg on the other. It startled him so much that he fell on the floor as he breathed irregularly with fear. Its shadow shook over his head as she was gently shaking it while watching tv. Its vertical distance was so much that it seemed like it was moving in the sky from his perspective. This little incident reminded him what a reckless thing it was to approach her fingers. If she chose to change legs or see what was tickling her fingers, it was over. The fall would certainly kill him. So he chose the longer way far from her feet towards the area under the coach. It was safest to hide there for now.

    He was satisfied with himself when he got there. The low ceiling of this area made it impossible for her to move her backwards as she was sitting there. As she changed her pose again, she put up her right foot as her left foot touched the floor by the toes. He was really curious to compare his size with her small toe so he went for it. He exited his safe area and kept walking in her foot’s shadow towards the toes. The pleasant warmth was reassuring for his cold naked body. He hadn’t approach it yet but it seemed was a little shorter than it but maybe five times lighter and thinner. His world started to shake when she started to put her foot on the floor. He started to run but he was already half way in so before he reached the heel part the foot landed. He was lucky he got stuck between empty spaces between the foot and the floor. The smell, the humid air and heat was no longer pleasant and sweet, but really intense and hot. And he was almost unable to breath as his whole body (maybe even his soul) was being crushed under her sole. His lungs were starting to burn a little. Suddenly the pressure was lifted as she lifted her foot. Had sensed his struggles?

     He didn’t think much about it, he just ran as fast a he could. He just got inside the safe area beneath the couch. Sophie stood and turned, she was now facing the couch as she put her right foot under it, searching for something with it. “Where are you?” So Sophie had definitely felt him. He started to run away from her foot towards the dark green socks. He would jump with every stomp of a foot in his path. Suddenly everything went queit, he looked back, the foot backed off and now both feet where gone out of his horizon. Was she leaving? But all of a sudden Sophie’s right hand shook the ground as it landed on the floor far from the couch’s edge. And then Sophie’s big eyes were looking at him. She was lying on her right side looking at him with a playful smile that gave him chills. “There you are.” Her left hand reached towards him with the ground-shaking voice (to him) that it made because of its friciton with the floor as it moved towards him. He ran as fast as he could but in a second he was caught between her third and fourth fingers on the surface of it. The hand didn’t stop when it got him and marched towards the socks. As the fingers grabbed the socks and started to move back the momentum threw him into the air for a fraction of a second as the inside soft side of the wet sock grabbed him and he started to slip towards the depth of the sock. Crazy movements made him lose balance and fall into the toe section as the giant right foot kept moving towards him so fast that it seemed like it was free falling on him. He closed his eyes as  the big toe hit the soft but strong fabric of the sock gently just next to him.  He dragged his body up and got himself stuck in the free space between the first and second toe. It was still a little wet and slippery for him so he was grabbing his sides tightly with his arms, hoping he survives this ride.

     Every step threw him into the close ceiling and then he would fall on one of the first two toes. He could tell how elegantly she was walking from how close to his starting point he would fall every single time. After landing he would crawl into his seat and wait for his next jump. The smell and the air was tolerable (and strangely enjoyable, as he didn’t remember showing tendencies towards feet before this day). He tried to grab her attention during his long ride once but she stopped and started shaking her foot violently to solve the problem and he then he learned it wasn’t the best choice to grab her attention at this situation. His ride ended about an hour later but he had no idea how much time had passed. Sophie took off her socks and threw them on her bed as she left the room. When he climbed out of the wet sock, he found himself on her bed. The bed was cleaned remarkably from the  mess it was when he saw it last time. The only clothes left on the bed were the pair of black nylons that got him into trouble in the first place. He came up with a plan. He would hide on the bed, until the night then he would come out and climb into her ears and get her attention when she woke up. He waited for Sophie for a while before he got bored. He was very tired of his harsh ride on her foot. He needed to sleep for a while because she had a lot of walking to do tonight. She was so enormous her body falling on the bed would definitely wake him up. Perfect plan! He thought.

     He lied on the surface of the bed to sleep but the room’s size really terrified him. Any time a spider or some other bug could hunt him when he was asleep. The floor was so wide and flat it was a little scary. He had to hide somewhere no bug would ever dare to step in. No other bug. The journey towards the spot he was going to sleep in was a long one. But he had plenty to explore. He thought that as he walked into the left nylon. He hoped he could get to the toe section soon. He was excited. After a lot of walking he stopped in middle of the way to take a nap. He was really tired  and the pleasant warm aura was probably part of it. He fell sleep right there.
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     He dreamed he was out of the bathroom, after taking a shower, there was a mess on the bed but he was holding the pair of black nylons in his hand that he had found on the floor as he had squat. As her sister opened the door and walked in. “Wow.. Sophie! I’m not dressed please go out.” He tried to cover his private parts with nylons as he crawled backwards.  She had a sinister smile on her face, like the smile she had when she found her sock under the couch. “Don’t hide it Greg! You were smelling it weren’t you? You’re such a disgusting perv?” -: “No. I found it on the floor. I didn’t. I mean I can even smell it from there. But I didn’t want to.  I really need you to get out now” She yelled: “Are you touching yourself with them. Eww”
-: “Nooo. I AM NOT. I’m just hiding my body parts behind it. Sorry they’re touching my naked body but you left me no choice I’ll wash them later. I swear...”
-: “Throw them here! NOW!!!”
-: “Okay. Here. Take it. I was just covering my body. I didn’t do anything wrong please leave now. I’m embarrassed.”
     She brought her left hand that was hiding behind her body this whole time forward. There was something in her hand. It looked like a space sci-fi gun. She lowered it and pointed it towards him.

“You need some punishment little brother. I’m about to discipline you.”
     He suddenly felt like his whole body was collapsing. The world was turning around his head, When he got stable again he realized something was off. The room had gotten a lot bigger the nylons he had thrown on the floor in front of him looked like enormous. A foot landed in front of the nylon he was looking at, and that was when he noticed his giantess sister. Each step of hers shook the ground drastically but and when she stepped right in front of her he fell to his back. The foot landed by his side. His head was by the toes side and his feet were side by side by start of her heel section. Sophie’s foot was BIGGER than him. He thought. He could smell its stink from where he was and he hated it but he didn’t  dare to move. He was paralyzed. She lifted her foot and slowly lowered it over him until it touched him. She wasn’t putting her full weight on him just a mild pressure to tease him. She put the big toe on his face. “Kiss it Greg!” He kept resisting as she pushed her toe more firmly on her face. And she wasn’t trying hard at all. When pressure got to a point he lost his control and kissed it without even realizing what he was doing. “Keep kissing it. Don’t stop until I allow it.” He kept kissing it out of fear for his life. The smell was horribly intense. He hated it. It was so humiliating. “Lick it Greg!” He started licking the toe. He wasn’t doing anything to the nylons, he just found them on the floor and tried to put them on the bed, If only he could explain it to her when she was calmer everything would go alright. “Massage my sole with your hands at the same time.” He started massaging it. It was soft but very strong at the same time. He kept doing it. “I CAN’T FEEL YOU”. He tried harder, he was using his muscles at their full potential. She lifted the toes up but her heels were still on the floor. He started to breath. She was letting go of his legs. “Did I say to stop? Cling to my Toes with all your force and keep your face close to it no matter where I take it. You follow it and keep kissing it.” He held the big toe with both his arms and pulled his head towards the toe. He pushed it towards it as hardly tried to kiss it. His legs were now hanging in the air but he didn’t stop kissing the big toe. She lowered her foot and his legs slowly touched the ground. She threw him down with a shake of her foot. He stood on the floor the foot above his head. “You can’t grab it. I forbid that! Jump and try to kiss it.” As he would jump his face became close to her toe, only his face hit it a few times but he couldn’t kiss it. She lowered it so it was beneath his neck and moved it away from him. He walked with it at its pace and kept kissing it until the other foot stopped him right there. “Good job Greg. This is the first rule. Whenever I move my foot close to your face, you kiss the part I put closer to you and keep kissing it until I stop you. Understand?” He was looking at her and didn’t know how to respond. She brought the left foot that was stopping him upper until the toenail of big toe was beneath her mouth. He looked at her face as she was looking at him with an expecting look. He lowered his head and kissed the toenail. She responded to his yes with a clam voice “Good boy!” She pushed him on the floor and toyed with him a little while she was smiling to herself. She then put her foot back on the floor. “Now stand up. You’ve got a lot to do. You were going to wash my stockings. remember?”