Dianne looked down at her black manicured nail on her thumb, and in the dim light of the fire, it almost looked like she was simply pressing her thumb into her finger, not holding anything at all. Yet as she held her thumb and finger together she could feel the tiny mans movements against the soft skin of her fingers. He pressed him into the side of her big toe on her foot, on the leg that hung crossed over her other leg. Every time he drew breath, she could feel his tiny body expanding, like a small grape slowly being inflated.

She bit her lip as she felt his teeth dig into the callus on the side of her toe. Even though most of the skin was dead, she could still feel it slightly if she focused on it, the tiny nibbles tickling her foot. It felt good, but not in a way that was specifically pleasurable, more like it was satisfying to feel, knowing that he was helping get rid of the nastier bits of skin that she would normally have to use a pedegg or pedicure to rub away.

At first, she was disgusted by it, but the more she watched and felt, the less it really bothered her. She was sure he was enjoying it, after all. Now, a few minutes into Mark biting at her skin and thinking about it, she realized she could really get used to it. She imagined watching a movie on her couch, with Mark up on her Ottoman, nibbling away at the dead skin on her feet, another chore wouldn't have to take care of, not wasting money on foot or and contributing to a larger climate footprint. Something she could feel good about.

She watched as Mark took another bite, at first almost gagging in her mouth as she imagined what it must have been like as he slowly chewed at the bit of dead skin, before she shifted her focus. She could barely feel his muscles as he moved, and almost could feel him as he swallowed, like his little body was expanding to retain the skin. But this time, it seemed like it was taking longer for him to chew, like he was slowing down. But each time he took a bite and swallowed, she felt a strange satisfaction, like a little bit more of a job getting done.

Dianne spoke to him in a soft, gentle voice.

“Hey there, my tiny little man. How are you doing?”

She continued to stare at the tiny, the little boys face still pressed into the side of the callus on her toe. He didn't look up when he spoke, instead continuing to stare at the callus. She watched him pause, before swallowing the last bit in his mouth, before he spoke.

“I-I-I'm...” He stuttered, much to the delight of Dianne. She thought it was cute.

“I'm thirsty” He managed to say after pausing to clear his mouth of any remaining bits of dirt or skin that stuck in there.

Dianne smiled, almost delighted. This time, she didn't need for Sarah to tell her what to do. She was looking forward to this deliberately. For some reason, the idea of the tiny man living off of her body thrilled her. It made her feel almost motherly, or something of the sort. Being so valuable to a little person that depends on everything from her gave her a strange sense of purpose, and power.

She lowered the little man to the ground, gently dumping him into the sand by her bare left foot, before uncrossing her leg, bringing down her right foot nearly directly down on top of him. The foot landed directly next to him, causing a puff of sand to erupt from the ground. For Mark, it was like an explosion, shifting the sand below him and showering him in dirt, sinking him slightly into the sand beneath.

Watching the little man be knocked into the sand caused her to giggle, and she continued to stare at him as he struggled to stand up.

“I'm sorry little guy. I totally forgot how thirsty you must be, you haven't had anything all day” She said, before thinking about the liquid in Sarah's boot, and wondering how much of that he must have drank, before shifting her eyes back down to the man next to her foot.

“I'll take care of you, don't worry” She said, smiling. She then took her hand, and pointed down to the gap between her big and second toe.

“Get in between my toes little one”

Mark looked up at her for just a second, before she watched him slowly make his way through the sand around her big toe. The sand made it look like he was walking through snow, slowly trudging like each step took great effort. As he rounded the tip of her big toe, he seemed to lose his balance, sticking out his arm to stabilize himself against the side of her toe. She felt his tiny hands against the tip of her toe, sending a slight tickle up her skin and towards her ankle, and she reflexively twitched her toe upward, the sudden movement sending the tip of her toe directly into the side of the little man, knocking him in chest and throwing him the ground.

Dianne couldn't help but laugh as she watched the little man fall in a heap in the sand, his tiny chest rapidly moving in and out. She didn't realize it, but she had just knocked the air out of him.

“Ohhh I'm soooo sorry little guy, but that tickles!” She said, giggling.

The little man continued to breathe rapidly, but he didn't need to be told twice, and she watched as he slowly pulled himself back up, before laboriously making his way back towards her big toe. She watched as he warily stared at it, moving slower and more hesitantly as he passed by the tip of her big toe and moved into the gap between her toes.

“Don't worry, I'll try not to do that again” She said, before giggling.

He slowly trudged forward between the sandy gap of sand between her toes, before eventually he neared the web between her toes, the thing thick with sand.

Dianne smiled before she spoke again.

“Ok sweety. Now put your face on the web between my toes, and open your mouth”

The little man looked at the web between her toes, before slowly bringing his face forward. Just as he neared it he hesitated, nervous of Dianne reaction before his lips touched the sandy gap of skin between them.

Dianne could barely feel it as he did, the sand covering her toes preventing most of her skin from touching his face. It was a slight pressure, his face shifting some of the sand and causing it to roll down to the ground, causing a slight tickle. She did her best now to not move her foot, but she couldn't help it as she lifted her toes slightly, the web of her skin lifting as well and pushing the sandy gap between her toes into his mouth. It didn't knock him over, but it caused him to cough, but the little man didn't do anything else, obediently keeping his mouth open against the the web of sandy flesh between her toes.

“Good, little guy. Now, get ready!”

Dianne pursed her mouth and leaned forward, bringing the saliva back and forth between her teeth until she felt a sufficient glob of it washing through her teeth and over her tongue. She then leaned forward, grabbing at some of her her hair to move it away from her face, aiming for the gap of skin between her toes.

Opening her mouth, she watched as spit emerged from between her lips, before the glob slowly stretching as it began to fall down toward her foot allowing her to aim it better. It suddenly broke from her mouth, landing with a smack against the top of her foot, just before the gap between her toes.

She smiled. “Bottoms up little guy!”

The spit slowly flowed down her foot, towards the gap between her toes. She watched in fascination as it moved, the spit rolling over the sand and dirt on her skin, the particulates sticking into the spit. She felt it distinctly as it neared the gap between her toes, before it flowed into the channel.

And then, it hit him, the spit impacting the little mans face before rolling over top of him, soon completely covering him in the thick, viscous liquid. She watched as the little tried to drink it, before it pushed him backwards, down into the sand, and she couldn't help but giggle as she watched him struggle to free himself from the viscous liquid that filled the gap between her sandy toes. For a few seconds, he was completely submerged. From Dianne's perspective he looked blurry, like she was watching him under a pool of water, the spit bubbly and slightly brown from sand.

Soon, his head emerged from the pool of saliva, his face completely coated in the liquid. She watched as his tiny arms popped out from the spit after, his hands rubbing against his face to get the liquid off his mouth and nose. But the spit was thick, and no matter how much he wiped, there would be more sticking to him from his hands, globing to his face, and as his motions became more frantic Dianne couldn't help but laugh.

“Oops – guess I gave you a little more than you can handle!”

The little man continued to struggle, but as time went on she watched him moving less and less. He was drowning in her spit, she realized, and for a moment, she hesitated, contemplating whether or not she should help him.

Oh my god She thought to herself. Just a little of my spit is enough to end him.

But instead, she quickly reached down, pulling him up from the gooey mess, and heard him gasping for air from between her fingers, the spit still pouring off his hair and skin over his face, like ice cream melting on a hot day.

“So, how was it?” She said, using her thumb to wipe the spit back and forth over him, occasionally pushing into his face and mouth and causing him to cough as her thumb went back down over his chest, before she felt his little flaccid johnson being pushed back and forth between the the spit and her thumb.

She paused to listen to the little man gasp, before she watched his mouth open once more.

“I-i-it...” He stammered, much to the delight of Dianne. “It's delicious... t-t-t-thank you”

Dianne couldn't help but smile.

“No problem sweety. I'm glad you like it. I think these will be the mainstay of your diet” She said, before smiling again, and bringing her thumb and finger which gripped mark back down to the wet, sandy gap of spit between her toes, holding him upside down.

“Drink up!” She giggled, before pushing his face back into the spit between her toes. She could feel his little mouth and tongue through the spit, tickling her skin as he gulped and gulped the warm gooey, bubbly mess between her toes, the spit dragging the dirt and sand with it as flowed freely into his mouth and down his throat, before she slowly dragged him along the edge of her wet sandy toes, using his head as a sponge to clean her skin, the whole experience sending a pleasurable tickle up her foot.

Oh yes She thought to herself.

I could get used to this...

***

I was once again drowning as I was pushed head first into the gap of spit covered skin between her toes. My mouth was open as I obediently tried to swallow as much as I could, terrified of the punishment if I didn't, even though I couldn't breathe. I could barely tell what was happening, but I could feel my face being dragged along the wet sandy skin, the sand digging into my face or slipping into my mouth before getting smeared across me as I continued to be dragged along her skin, each groove of flesh distinct on my face as I was pushed into her soft wet flesh, before the direction would suddenly change, and the skin on my face would be pulled the opposite direction.

The spit was warm and tasted like dirt, but was otherwise unremarkable, especially as I got more and more lightheaded. I was must less concerned with the disgusting experience than I was with my lungs burning for air.

Then I heard a shlurp and a pop, and the could once again feel the cold air, my naked body already soaking wet, leaving me freezing, everything a blur, before I could feel myself falling, landing with a thud on the now familiar skin of the giantess. As I rubbed my face to clear the spit from my eyes, gasping for air, I could see where I was, placed on the top of Dianne's foot, her huge black toenails glimmering from the fires light below me, the sand and giant fire beyond looking like a forest on fire.

Dianne's voice boomed from above me.

“So, what do you think about your new diet?”

Her foot vibrated as she spoke, and I realized I was trembling, from both the cold and terror of the living land below me and the goddess above me. I nervously looked up, to see where the voice was coming from, tracing my eyes up the brown skin of a leg the loomed above me like a building, before it bent at her knee, with blackness only above it.

I struggled looking at the darkness above me, but in the dim light from the fire it was hard to see if there was anything there, and I wasn't sure if the slight glimmer I saw was the dark amorphous shape of a face and her eyes, or clouds and stars in the sky.

“I l-l-loved it, g-g-goddess” I found myself stammering, my body in some kind strange autopilot, almost like I was watching myself speak and move.

Of course, I didn't love it. My stomach churned and I felt nauseous from the dead skin I had eaten, yet I did everything I could to not prevent myself from throwing up, having no doubt in my mind that if I did I might offend Dianne, and worse, invoke the wrath of Sarah.

“Great!” Dianne boomed, her giggles erupting from the sky sounding like a strange female thunder, her foot shaking and causing sand to roll down from above me as I lie against the top of her foot, as I hugged it for the warmth in provided.

“Would you like some more?”

I was terrified to answer, but I did not want any more. If I did, I wasn't sure if I would puke.

“N-n-no th-thank you, goddess. I'm f-f-full”

There seemed to be silence and I nearly panicked.

“It was r-r-really really good though, g-goddess. Th-thank you v-very much”

Dianne's booming giggles seemed to be satisfied with my answer.

“No problem, sweety. I'm glad you love it, you'll have some more tomorrow morning” She boomed.

The living land below me suddenly shifted upward, and I felt myself thrown slightly into the air before landing back down on the skin lower down her foot, the slope now sharper as the back of her foot lifted into the air. I rolled down the top of her skin, and as I neared the top of her toes I felt the warm wetness of her skin as I rolled across the top of of her toes, the wet hairs sticking to me for a second like seaweed before I rolled across the top of her hard nails and fell to the sand below with a thud.

I heard Dianne's godlike voice from above me.

“I'm going to get some food ready for dinner. Watch Mark for me?”

As I gathered my breath from the tumble down the slope that was her foot, I looked up and watched the tip of her toes lift into the air, shifting slightly forward and pausing over me, sand falling from the bottom of her toes as I stared upward, making it difficult to see. She shifted her toes slightly, almost like they were waving, the sand and dirt now falling freely as they slid between her toes and were flung from the bottom of them. A large bit hit me in the face and blinded me as she did, and I found myself coughing, struggling to breathe as I tried to get the sand from my eyes. I'm not sure how long it took before I did, but as I opened my eyes again, the dark brown skin of Dianne's foot and leg were gone, instead replaced by the pale, more bulbous white tipped toes of Sarah.

I was hit with a wave of dread before Sarah's voice thundered over me, her toes slightly dug into the sand but otherwise calm, her whole foot looking like I was lying in front of a bus.

“Alright, bug. Now it's my turn” She boomed, her voice so calm and sharp it made it even more frightening.

I trembled on the ground at the pale foot and leg that ascended into the black sky. As I looked up, I could see the vague dark outline of what could have been a cloud. At first I thought it was a trick of my eyes, but it seemed like it was getting bigger, until I could the see a pale white fleck of skin emerge from the darkness, before it continued to lower, revealing a nose, and then the rest of her pale, pretty face. It descended over me like an enormous spaceship, yet was utterly silent, her red lips sharply juxtaposed against her pale skin, her golden hair seeming to sway along the edge of her face like some type of strange molten liquid. Her pale blue eyes were locked on me, and she almost looked disinterested.

Then her rid lips began to shift before I could see a cheek puff out, before the other one did, and the sound of her swishing the spit in her mouth became audible even to me. Then her lips parted slightly, the glob of spit peaking out of her mouth, and for a second it almost looked like she was a momma bird ready to feed her chicks. But before I knew what was happening, the spit drooped out lower, the liquid almost looking like a strange giant icicle before it feel free from her mouth.

SPLAT

The warm spit slammed into me, knocking me hard into the ground. It was dizzying, and before I could knew what was happening, I once again realized I was drowning. I struggled in the sand underneath the spit to free myself, the warm viscous liquid wrapping every inch of my body, the thing almost feeling like loose warm syrup and I fought against the heavy weight of the liquid.

But even beneath the liquid, and in the panic of drowning, I could sense the light dim from above me. As I fought to free myself I could see up through the spit. There was the blurred, amorphous outline of what appeared to be large pale wall, before I could see the rough calloused swirls of skin that created layers of hardened bits of dead flesh that was the ball of her foot, before the whole thing fell down on me like a building collapsing.

BOOOOM