The commute to work proved far easier than yesterday. Even so, Caitlin took measured steps, ensuring her willing passenger remained comfortable, as well as intact.

Aside from her house, she was easily the tallest sight in the neighborhood. Nothing, not even water towers, trees, or powerlines, exceeded her knees. Streetlights still remained on, despite the sun just beginning to peak over the horizon. Quite rarely, could Caitlin spot another walking the streets of the neighborhood. It was far too early for even highschoolers to wait at the bus stop. More common were cars that occasionally drove down the adjacent roads for their own early morning commute to work.

Of course, not one soul was on the path Caitlin took. She could recall awkward interactions with curious woodsmen who wouldn’t read the signs carefully before they wandered into her designated path. Ultimately, should anyone met their untimely end on the designated giantess pathway, Caitlin wouldn’t be held responsible. Of course, there was proof required that the victim chose of their own will to venture on, but the necessary monitoring would be in place. Despite this, she did try to avoid casualties, if for the sole purpose of an easy conscience.

As she drew near to the downtown area, Caitlin found her height challenged. Multistory structures would come up as high as her chest. It still wasn’t like a major metropolitan area, where literal skyscrapers would double or even triple her stature. There was, however, a sense of comfort that overcame her, as she stepped onto elevated metallic platforms to navigate through the town. Underneath, cars and people proceeded as they normally would. Few winced as they sensed the tremors and creaks that emanated from the platform as Caitlin’s titanic form passed overhead. She didn’t stick out like a sore thumb, unlike the suburb, where she could be spotted for miles. Here, there were buildings that at least could hide her.

Eventually, she reached a clearing within the town. There were few structures, but no roads. The ground was essentially dirt, lined with debris, gravel and other fare. The buildings that occupied the area were either half-completed skeletons of criss-crossing metal and wood, or dilapidated warehouses.

Here, her steps were far more delicate, for various bright orange and yellow construction vehicles crossed her path. Even men scurried about her feet much like bugs. While many hastened their pace once they realized exactly who approached in close proximity, there was little panic when they did so. Avoiding a nearly 500 foot titan was done with the urgency of avoiding an oncoming car.

Already on the worksite, there was another giantess, dressed in the same construction wear Caitlin was. She was kneeling next to one of the abandoned buildings, with a proportionally-sized tape measure. The structure, despite her crouched posture, only came up to her chest.

It appeared she had sensed Caitlin’s presence, and turned around. Wide, innocent blue eyes grew even larger as she recognized her peer. Vibrant blonde hair hung down under her construction hat. It flowed over her shoulders as she moved. Despite working in an outdoor occupation, her skin was as pale as a princess. When she rose to her full height, she proved a head shorter than her coworker.

A nervous smile appeared on her face, “H-Hey Cait. You’re alright from yesterday right?”

Her voice was high-pitched, yet soft in demeanor.

Caitlin straightened her posture, and placed her hands on her hips. “Never better Angela! I feel right as rain.”

She wiggled the toes of her right foot. Even bearing her full weight, she still felt Andrew vigorously working away.

Angela nodded, “Oh … that’s-”

There was an additional set of thunderous footsteps entering. Another giantess came into view. Her gait was confident and unimpeded, even as she expertly navigated the hustle of vehicles and workers scurrying about at her feet. Her complexion was a dark brown, and shimmered in the dawn sunlight. Thick dreadlocks hid beneath her own construction hat, creating an awkward fit that she didn’t appear to mind.

Unlike the other two, she was dressed in a pair of denim jeans that made it down just above the middle of her thighs. Much like Caitlin, her legs rippled with developed muscle, though the heavy construction wear obscured her upper-body.

She greeted her fellows with a wide smile, armed with teeth that could match the noon sun in radiance. Her smile only grew wider as she made eye contact with Caitlin. As she made it to the duo of giantesses, it was clear she was the tallest, although she had Caitlin beat by only a forehead.

“That’s a quick recovery Cait!” she commented. Her voice was clearly trained with a southern twang, “Too quick if you ask me. You sure you ain’t just puttin’ on your usual tough girl routine?”

“There’s nothing to put on, I’m fine Jackie,” Caitlin dismissed. She paced about, feeling her husband sink into her right foot whenever it landed. It was fast becoming an addicting sensation.

She held her hands out, “See?”

“Wish I could get rid of my cramps in one fuckin day,” Jackie lamented, “You took any special pills or somethin’.”

Caitlin had begun to stretch her arms to the sky, enjoying the sensation of tension it created in her tendons and muscles.

“Nope, just some water and sleep,” she explained.

“And I bet some special foot care, right?” her other coworker jumped in, sounding a bit too eager.

Quickly, did Caitlin turn to face Angela, who had gone red in the face, “What do you me-”

Her confrontation was interrupted by something small, comparatively speaking. A man in a construction suit leaned out one of the windows of the abandoned building. A megaphone had been affixed to his mouth.

When he spoke, it was clear it was with authority, “Hey ladies! You gonna spend all day gossiping, or are you gonna help out clearing this debris? We’ve got two demos we gotta complete!”

“Yessir!” Caitlin responded, giving him a mocking salute.

The day progressed as usual. The giantesses were often called for big, crude jobs of moving tonnes of debris out, and materials in. Debris was collected into large plastic bags, and hauled off to several locations off-site. The men below were for fine-tuned work that required a precise and delicate touch, something the massive titans even to the best of their abilities could not provide.

Compared to the previous day, Caitlin moved with ease and agility. She was able to outpace her peers with regards to raw production, and never ceased to tease her fellows about it. Banter was often peppered with profanities, something she had grown accustomed to mitigating whenever her husband was in earshot. Of course, now, her husband was with her at all times.

Profanity was the furthest item from Andrew’s mind at the moment. Caitlin’s boot had become a sauna. The sock he had found himself in was as damp as a wet blanket. As the sun grew higher, heat had become all-encompassing. He had a hard time telling if the sweat that coated his body was his wife’s or his own.

Still, Andrew labored as hard as he did in the morning. The flesh above had become slick with perspiration and oil. And yet, he kept digging his hands into it, no matter how greatly he was smothered by another step. In some ways, despite being stuck against a crude extremity of his wife’s, there was a sort of intimacy he experienced as he was trapped. His movements had become less reliant on deliberate action, and more on instinct. Embarrassingly, he even felt his hips move with the rhythm of the longest foot rub he had ever given his wife.

Even as the smell grew more putrid by the hour, Andrew did not feel his energy diminish. It was an intense odor, featuring sharp blasts of vinegar, mixing with musky fabric and funky fermentation. Andrew hated smelling like this, after workouts, enduring hot weather and other dirty deeds. But the smell here, amplified by the vastness of his beloved, fueled his enthusiasm.

At one point, he had decided to dig his elbows into the soft of Caitlin’s foot. His wife immediately replied with a pleasurable yelp, something that did not go unnoticed.

“You good?” inquired Jackie, as she had slung another bag of debris over her shoulder. Her eyebrows rose in a suggestive position.

“Nothing but the goodness of a job well done,” explained Caitlin, returning Jackie’s attention with a nervous smile.

“Whatever you say…” her coworker replied, as she soldiered on with her load of debris.

The day progressed to Caitlin’s personal favorite job of the hour, demolition. She stood over the dilapidated structure, a heavy hammer in hand. The tool’s head, rectangular in shape, and black in color, was the size of her own fist. She held the hammer in two hands, one near the end, the other choking up near the top.

A sonorous voice sounded throughout the construction site, the voice of her boss, “Alright, prep’s done lads. Clear out, clear out, we’re getting the big guns!”

A pickup truck passed the overseer before coming to a stop. Another construction worker leaned out the window.

“We’ve got all supports weakened, we’re good to go.”

His superior raised an eyebrow, “Everyone out?”

The worker nodded, “To the last man sir.”

“Caitlin!” shouted the boss, craning his neck to the sky, “You ready?’

Caitlin swung the hammer 'round, feeling the weight of the tool in her hand. She grasped it once more, lest it accidentally pulverized a stray vehicle.

“I’m ready to make a mess sir!” she responded, a big smile upon her face.

Her boss indifferently gestured to her, “Get on with it!”

Caitlin turned back, noticing Jackie was currently occupied with some other task.

“Hey Jackie!” she shouted, causing the other giantess to face her, “Watch this clunker!”

The pressure upon Andrew was great as Caitlin dug her heels into the ground. It was now he had become concerned. His bones began to creak. Yet, the pressure kept on building. He had half a mind to alert his wife, but he had been able to glean a little information from the outside world, for Caitlin’s boots, thick as they were, did not block out all sound. There was little desire on his part to interrupt his wife’s work on her task, but as the flesh above pressed down, and he found himself short on air, he had to wonder if his hesitation would prove to be fatal.

Meanwhile, Caitlin continued to swing the hammer. At that point the excitement of the demolition had dominated her mind, and she had briefly forgotten who currently lay under her right foot. Momentum picked up, and the black top of the hammer became a blur.

She finally brought it over her head, before swinging down. The head of the hammer struck the center of the building. Its collapse was instantaneous. Brick, concrete and metal broke into shards. Debris caved in, falling towards the epicenter of destruction. Few, smaller pieces, flew out. A large cloud of dust sprung up, causing Caitlin to avert her eyes.

In a few minutes, the dust settled. The hammer was still buried in the middle of the pile of debris. Caitlin gingerly lifted it out, breaking apart a few larger pieces in the process. Mounting the tool on her shoulder, she soldiered off.

“Nice and clean,” she commented to none but herself.

“Alright! Good work guys and gals,” the boss commended, “We’ll break, then we’ll spend the afternoon cleaning up this mess big girl Cait left us.”

For the last part of his statement, Caitlin could only roll her eyes. Jackie had already finished with her own work, and now approached her dusty coworker.

“Packed anything special?” she inquired, as Caitlin retrieved her lunch pail.

‘Not now Jackie,” Caitlin replied, wiping away some dust from her eye, “I gotta take a shit.”

At this, did Jackie scrunch her nose, “Thanks for helping my appetite.”

Caitlin shot Jackie a cheeky grin, before heading towards one of the few structures in the immediate area that exceeded her height. It was rectangular, and colored a bright orange. The side facing Caitlin featured a door, with a great label in the center with the text, “Honeypot”. Her hand gripped its plastic handle, and swung the door open.

The interior was as putrid as always. Caitlin closed the door shut to the Honeypot and removed the lid. Her nose curled as she inspected the septic contents. She turned around, and, after placing her lunch pail to the side, pulled down her jeans, and sat down upon the toilet.

Once settled down, she began to remove her right boot. Despite the Honeypot’s potent odor, the smell of damp fabric and moist flesh tickled her nose. Ordinarily, Caitlin would have been slightly amused at such a sensation, but now, she could only consider simply how intensely her little helper had it.

The removal of the sock was a difficult task. Moisture caused the sock to adhere to her skin. It took her in the span of five minutes to do so. Once off, she immediately saw that her husband had been adhered to her arch by a layer of sticky musk.

Andrew felt a rush of cool air once the canopy of white fabric had been removed. There was not much light in the honeypot, but he could discern a great deal more. He was made intimately familiar with the terrain of his wife’s foot, his sole companion for the past couple of hours. For hours, he could admire the contours and folds of flesh, how callouses had roughened the balls of her feet, and how what little light struck it, revealed a slick sheen of moisture.

Even more pleasant was when he peeled his face away to gaze into her face. He almost had to stifle a laugh from how concerned she appeared. The fact that the face that betrayed such sentiments was of titanic proportions, somehow made it far more endearing.

Two fingers freed Andrew from the crude adhesive. Caitlin’s hands were far dryer, not to mention rougher. Andrew had to dust some powdery stone off his shoulder. Yet, a cheeky smile grew across his face as he drew closer to his wife’s own.

“I heard something out there,” he began, “did we have an earthquake?”

He felt his now wet and matted hair blow back from the massive sigh Caitlin let out of her.

“That’s a demolition,” she explained, sounding almost relieved. “How are you holding up?”

Andrew shook his head rapidly, allowing droplets of moisture mist away. He took another deep breath, unaffected by the scent of the Honeypot, for he had been smelling something far stronger.

“Fine,” he ensured, “It’s a tad humid down there, but I’ve had worse.”

“It gets worse.” Caitlin insisted, “You sure you can keep this up?”

Andrew pondered for only but a moment, “I might need a water break every now and then, not that its dry or anything down there…”

At this, did Caitlin roll her eyes, “Ha ha, but you need a break? It’s been going good this morning. I should be able to…”

At the most opportune time, did her cramp return. Her teeth gritted and her eyes squinted. Andrew could spot the individual contours of tendon flex within her jaw. Sounds of exhalation became breathy and strained. With her free hand, she vigorously massaged the affected area. Large fingers made deep divots right in the center of the sole of her foot. Far greater pressure could be applied than Andrew could even dream to muster, yet, his own administrations had proven more effective.

“Fuck, I was hoping this would go away by midday.” Such a crude statement was more for herself, than for her husband’s ears.

“You’ve been putting weight on your foot all day,” he explained, “that’s not going to help.”

Caitlin did not protest, but could only remain resigned. Wordlessly, she reached down, grabbing her canteen. With one hand, she was able to wrest the top off, revealing the water sloshing about within.

The open mouth of the canteen was brought to Andrew. It was easily the size of a backyard pool, if not larger. Luckily, as the torrent of water was tilted to where he could access it, the liquid inside did not taste of the chlorine that was used to keep the pools clean.

Even though Andrew had been able to sustain himself with another form of hydration, fresh water, untainted by wasted electrolytes and pungent oils, proved to be most needed. It also helped that it was delivered via container, instead of flesh.

He drank for three full minutes. It was ambiguous if he gave himself a chance to draw breath, yet he was able to obtain enough air to keep taking in water. Despite his ravenous thirst, the water level of the vast canteen had barely shrunk. Satisfied, Caitlin brought the canteen away, taking a swig herself, something that did noticeably drain the volume of liquid inside.

After she set the container aside, she then reached for her lunch pail. A rather thick turkey sandwich was retrieved. Multiple layers of meat and cheese were stuffed between tanned slices of bread, while leafy greens formed the least robust part of the sandwich. Everything was appropriately scaled for Caitlin. The bread, cross cut, easily outsized Caitlin’s hand, as did everything in between.

The sight of food drew Andrew’s attention, causing him to scrunch his nose in a disapproving manner.

“Is this the best place for food?” he inquired.

“Better here than where the girls could see you,” Caitlin explained, “I’d get all sorts of questions, especially from Angela…”

The colossal sandwich was brought to Andrew. To him, however, it was hard to imagine it as something he could eat. Caitlin might as well be shoving a two-story suburban dwelling in his face. Such was its size, that details that would have gone under his wife’s attention were made explicit to him. He could observe every little fold and flake in the dark brown crust of the bread. Meat fibers, bright with moisture held slices of oven-roasted poultry together. Even the miniscule layer of green leaves, settling atop of a foundation of sharp orange cheese, was of such a size, that Andrew felt he would fit within the folds of vegetation quite easily.

As such, once the sandwich settled upon the surface of Caitlin’s hand, Andrew had no choice, but to rip off chunks from the bottom of the structure that he stood before. Brown flakes of bread crust and tears of turkey were greedily grabbed from the sandwich and stuffed into his mouth. He could not reach the thick layer of cheese, nor the layer of greenery that lay above. Andrew did not bother informing Caitlin of this, for in this moment he felt quite spoiled.

The bread was nothing impressive, a whole grain loaf that tasted more of cardboard, although certainly more favorable and hearty than wonderbread.

Even the gigantic version of Wonderbread tastes like nothing. You thought they would have fixed that.

The turkey, by contrast, possessed a sweet, if smokey flavor. It was harder to chew than the lunch meat Andrew usually bought, for the meat fibers were far larger than what he was used to. Caitlin likes the honey-roasted stuff a bit too much. Too bad it’s the one thing that doesn’t make her stink up the bed.

Andrew gave the signal to his wife that he was finished. He was getting ready to scold her for eating in the Honeypot (making him a massive hypocrite in the process), but held his tongue as she placed the sandwich back in her lunch container.

A peculiar, if familiar sound of streaming water caught his ear. The outdoors were dominated by noises of moving vehicles, and obnoxious machinery. The Honeypot’s walls were somewhat effective at muting such noises. This new phenomenon, however, had clearly originated within the plastic walls.

His eyes widened as he peered downwards. It was until now he had noticed, that Caitlin’s jeans were now bunched below her knees. Above, even in darkness, he could trace the toned, tanned shape of her bare thighs, as they rested on the toilet. Limited lighting, not to mention, the shadow cast by Caitlin’s heavy construction jacket, prevented Andrew’s eyes from perceiving what lay further beyond.

A distinct smell, even among the pungent odors of the Honeypot, began emanating from below. Andrew gave Caitlin a quizzical look, then a cheeky smile.

Caitlin did not even attempt at making eye contact with her husband. Instead, her cheeks blushed, and she turned to the side.

“Uhh, I did say I was gonna take a shit,” she stuttered. Part of her statement was inaudible, yet Andrew could fill in the blanks.

“I – I don’t know where else to put-”

Andrew raised a hand, “It’s fine Cait.”

He suddenly felt himself sweating. Perhaps for the first time that day, the layer of moisture covering him, was his own.

His own stammering was almost as desperate as his wife’s, “I’ll l-look the other way if you’re uncomfortable.”

Andrew kept his eye’s trained upon his wife’s face, which had only gotten redder. She was also clearly straining, as eyes squinted and teeth clenched. Shoot, is her foot ache back in full force? Maybe she should put me back against her foot, that’ll kill two birds with one st-

The sound of streaming had stopped. Now, Andrew could hear something moving. Whatever it was, it was slithering across something wet and sticky. He could imagine its mass, although he could not identify what it was.

As a new odor entered his nose. Andrew’s questions were answered.

There was a massive splash, as whatever was moving, had found itself within the toilet.

Rapidly, did Caitlin grab a white roll of paper, ripping off a relatively long strip. Her weight shifted, and Andrew found himself negotiating with her palm shifting its incline. It was not long before her hand was free of the paper; presumably it had fallen into the toilet.

Caitlin wasted no time returning Andrew to her sock. While he had drank and eaten his fill, his damp mobile residence was currently stuffed inside the opening of his wife’s discarded boot. Now it was retrieved, and shaken. The climate within had considerable cooled, perhaps too much so. It was shocking lying against the cloth once more. Goosebumps began to line his skin, and Andrew even felt the ghost of a shiver creeping up his spine.

His wife’s foot, luckily, came to the rescue. The massive, meaty, calloused extremity of flesh, muscle and bone warmed and dampened his already damp environment. Moisture made slipping the sock on more challenging, yet the slower rate of her foot’s approach, allowed Andrew time to adjust and find within the darkness, the soft of her sole once more.

Soul to sole, he was once more. Before she even moved to slip her damp, socked foot into her boot, Andrew went to work once more. Food and water had rejuvenated him, and he massaged with greater vigor than before. Relief swept across Caitlin’s body, as she slipped the socked foot back into her boot.

Once more, Andrew was pressed upon two fronts. His back stood against damp fabric, which had begun leaking fluid fluid once squeezed. But the material of the sock was simply a cover for the gelled padding of the boot, which stood against the unyielding ground. His front yielded against soft, yet supple skin, which wrapped tendons that weighed more than cars, not to mention muscle and bone whose mass could only be measured in tonnes.

Caitlin emerged from the Honeypot, her eyes veering from side to side. Unbeknownst to her, the construction crew below had begun muttering speculation as to exactly why she had spent so much time within. But, Caitlin’s rather massive eyes would not have been able to catch such gossip. She finally managed to spot her fellow titans, seated several paces away, deep in conversation.

Both the forms of Angela and Jackie loomed over the construction site. In the afternoon sun, their titanic stature cast shadows that some of the construction crew had taken advantage. There were several abandoned vehicles parked nearby. The closest was a heavy debris truck, something that required a man to mount a step ladder to enter its cabin. It lay feet from Jackie’s outstretched hand, something with which she used to prop herself up as she lay upon her side. The truck was easily dwarfed by it; at least by a factor of two or three.

Angela was red in the face. Her knees were brought against her slight chest, which now served as platforms for her to pound her fist against as she made her point.

“He likes it! He begs me for it!” she declared.

“Honey,” Jackie replied, with a calm chuckle, “there’s only so much abuse your hubby can take. You’ve gotta slow down!”

The blonde’s eyes brightened as she mused aloud, “Yes, slow … slow and sensuous! Jackie you’re a genius!”

Jackie shook her head, allowing some of her dreadlocks to sway in the air, “I feel like I’m just fanning fire at this point.”

It was at this point Caitlin had decided to inject herself into the conversation. “Hey Jackie! Trying to save Angela’s husband again?”

Jackie let out a great sigh as she explained, “If I did half the stuff this crazy yahoo did to my man …”

As she said this, her free had gestured in Angela’s direction. The smaller giantess hid her face behind her knees as a result.

Jackie continued, “… He’d wedge himself in my throat and let nature do the rest, if you get what I mean! How’s your hubby doin’ by the way. Office stud grinding away?”

The perspiration upon Caitlin’s face had turned ice cold. There was a pause before she squeaked out, “Yeah, yeah, he’s got things afoot.”

“That’s what I should do!” Angelia exclaimed, almost leaping up, which would have certainly disturbed the workplace, “Stick him in my boot! It’s been awhile since I’ve done foot stuff with him!”

Sweat began flowing freely upon Caitlin. She felt several drops fall off of her nose and lips, to be absorbed by the dusty ground below. A slight tremor had captured her leg. Otherwise, it felt as if she had been glued to the ground. Even the refreshing massage her husband was currently administering within her boot was now but a distant thought.

This did not go unnoticed by Jackie, as she raised an eyebrow.

Luckily for her, speech was not something that had been taken away from her in that moment.

“I like keeping this stuff confidential, if you will Angie.” As she finished, an accusing glare was shot towards the blonde.

“But it’s hot!” Angela declared, remaining indignant.

“That’s the weather Angie.” Jackie deflected, raising a hand to give her face some much needed shade, “It’s gotta be at least 80! I’m sweating buckets! We ought to be able to remove one layer!”

Caitlin’s eyes shifted to the rest of the crew on break milling about. She had to squint to even catch some as they had gathered in groups, enjoying their own lunch. “I’m not letting those guys oogle the goods.”

“Yeah!” agreed Angelia, “I only strip tease for my husband!”

A small smirk formed upon Caitlin’s face, “Cool it with the anti-wholesome remarks Angie.”

Angela could only pout, before the megaphone-enhanced voice of their boss signified the end of the break.

The giantess unit was put to work cleaning up the newest debris pile Caitlin had created. The work was monotonous, at least Caitlin had thought so. Her work was thus, a tad deliberate, as she took her time shoveling debris into massive bags, before hauling them off to the facility to process.

Caitlin’s boot had only increased in humidity and heat as the day pressed on. With the sun at its apex, the black material of the boot absorbed copious amounts of heat. While her feet could tolerate the extreme temperatures, Andrew found himself becoming compromised. The sensations of Caitlin’s massive sole, her damp sock, the musky odor of vinegar, sweat and fabric all melded into one. He swallowed a good amount of perspiration, the taste becoming normalized to his tongue. Andrew was not even sure if he could call the surface he pressed against flesh.

Motion had thrown off what sense of orientation he had. Was Caitlin’s foot pressing down on him from the top, or from the bottom? Even though he was protected from the brunt of her mass, simply by being wedged in the arch of her foot, pressure had contributed to the assault on his senses.

In such an impressive climate, there was no thought, just instinct. Andrew’s instinct was to persist, and he threw himself into his task. His task was that of friction, to press against that which pressed him. Who stood on him, why he had agreed to such a task, all of it was irrelevant. His task, his glorious task, that was his key to survival.

As the hour retreated from noon into evening, the sun had gone from a harsh white, to a warm orange. It was well on its way down. Their tasks done, the giantess trio bade their peers farewell, and clocked out. Each attempted to avoid the scurrying workers below, as they began to end their workday as well.

The walk home was unlike that of the previous day, with nothing of note. Caitlin did wave to a couple of kids playing outside after school, the little ones staring in awe as the titan passed by, looming over their homes, despite being such a great distance away. Her journey was a comparatively quick one.

A she sat down in the shoe room, taking the time to relax, a nagging through prodded her in the back of her head. It was as if she forgot something. Caitlin checked to see if she had remembered her canteen and lunch pail. Both items, however, had been stored away once she had swung open the door. She leaned forward, putting weight on her right shoe, tapping it repeatedly on the ground as she tried to recall what she could have left at the worksite.

But then, she realized, it was not what she had forgot, it was who she had brought with her. Her tapping immediately ceased. Caitlin forcefully removed her right boot, not even bothering to undo the laces. The fabric of her sock had darkened considerably from the moisture it absorbed. As she turned her foot over, she saw the small, almost inconsequential lump pasted against her sole.

And pasted against her sole he was, as Caitlin peeled away her spent sock. Unlike before, Andrew’s slight form lay still against the bulwark of her massive foot. Gray eyes squinted as she leaned down for a closer look. From her vantage, she could not determine if her husband’s tiny body was even drawing breath.

Panic took hold, and with a finger and thumb, she peeled him away from her imposing sole. Andrew’s eyes were squeezed shut. His pale, porcelain skin had taken on a shade of red, and was absolutely smothered with a thick layer of musky perspiration. Carefully, he was brought before his wife’s face, concern etched into the curves of her cheeks, the flare of her nostrils, the folds of her lips, and the windows of her eyes.

Finally, a sputtering cough wracked Andrew’s body. He flailed about, but Caitlin’s massive digits which he found himself pinched between pressing him from shoulder to leg on either side, kept him steady. The scene before him proved epic beyond proportion, as he witnessed his wife’s expression loosen. Her mouth morphed into a soft, almost cooing smile. Her eyes brightened much like the morning sun. A hot, humid exhale consumed the entirety of his being, laced with scents of digested food, and pungent saliva.

Despite Caitlin’s grip preventing him from moving all that much, Andrew was resigned to not move at all.

“Need anything?” she inquired, “Food, water?”

“I had enough water,” Andrew refused, forcing himself to give his wife an appreciative smile.

The entire face before him lit up bright red. “Oh … I see.”

Caitlin continued pressing Andrew, asking him if he wanted anything to eat. He doubted his arms would even have the strength to bring food into his mouth. And while the prospect of his wife hand-feeding him was positively enticing, all that occupied his conscious mind was falling asleep.

From his vantage within the vast terrain of his wife’s palm, he saw her push aside the massive entrance to their bedroom. Yet, Caitlin did not drop Andrew off on their bed. Instead, her detour took a sharp turn, venturing instead into her own personal bathroom.

While the lavatory proved just as grand as everything else within the house to Andrew, the room proved a tight fit for Caitlin. The stark white, slightly textured walls formed a compressed circle. Everything was compacted for minimal room, and maximum efficiency. The toilet was porcelain-white, whose exterior had seen better days, particularly the neck which was dotted with suspicious yellow stains and stray hairs. Its bowl possessed a circumference barely large enough to contain Caitlin’s formidable rear, not to mention, the average payload that she consistently assaulted the poor thing with.

Squeezed right next to the toilet was an equally stained sink with very little counter space, although the stains were less a sickly yellow, and more a pale gray, indicative of excess soap scum and watermarks. Spigots and handles, finished with a cheap tin sheen, dotted with splash stains, was where water would sputter out.

Caitlin had not bothered to retrieve her loose sock. She walked across the bare tile floor, one foot socked, another not. She pried open the glass door to an even smaller, square standing shower. Andrew was placed with utmost care on one of the ledges, within a translucent plastic tray. The edges of the tray were raised on a bias, from Andrew’s vantage, up to his chest. Right behind him was a massive, cream color block of soap.

The shower door was kept open, even as Caitlin shut the bathroom door. She then began to disrobe.

“Hey,” Andrew shouted, as he saw articles of clothing shed, then tossed aside, “I’m still in…”

Caitlin was working on prying off her tank top, when her large ear’s picked up the exhausted, yet concerned tone of her husband. A mischievous glint was shown in her eye, and she placed a finger up against her lips.

“Shhh”

For some reason, Andrew was starting to rouse from his foot-induced trance. He couldn’t quite put a finger on why. Perhaps … just perhaps, it was because there were two, gargantuan, perky reasons that had revealed themselves once Caitlin had removed her tank top. These reasons swayed back and forth, though were constrained by form fitting white fabric that pushed them up. Of course, these reasons of massive rationality and supple logic did not require such support. And, as Caitlin’s undergarments fell away, these reasons were lay bare, a shade lighter than the rest of his wife’s skin, each dotted with a wrinkled gland of a dark red color.

There was no doubt to where her husband was looking. Caitlin could not stop smiling. Despite the labors of the day being finished, her heart beat the fastest it had. A tingle, within the depths of her thighs, was still concealed under denim articles. While such a situation would have to be remedied, she decided to stretch her arms.

Dark eyes traced toned musculature that had always graced his wife’s body. Caitlin could feel them follow the neatly arrayed hills and valleys of abdominal strength that flexed over her stomach. She knew her husband was outlining every defined curve of her arms, from her taut wrists, to her bulging biceps and triceps, to her broad, round shoulders that helped her lift countless construction materials throughout the years. She even felt coy as her husband zeroed in on several scars that streaked across her back, once she presented it to him.

Caitlin’s back, of course, was granting energy to Andrew he never thought he had. He admired the plateau of her shoulder blades, the curves and dips of her defined upper and lower back. It had been awhile since he had traversed such a defined, volatile landscape to loosen excess muscle tension. Upon viewing the tightness with which her back held itself, Andrew made a mental note to schedule such a task, for it appeared urgently needed.

He heard a snap. Slowly, Caitlin’s jeans were shimmied past her waistline. Her conventional, gray panties were dragged along with them as well. During the evening journey back, Andrew had been trapped in darkness. He could not behold the setting sun, nor the pale rising moon. Now, he viewed a full moon in all of its glory. Much like the rest of his wife, it was taut, and possessed outlines of toned sinew.

As Caitlin’s pants traveled further down her thighs, she simply had to bend over to ensure her jeans were properly removed. Her exposed glutes stretched and widened as a result, a most assuredly unintentional result, which served to cause Andrew’s damp boxer briefs to tighten even further. He dared not look down his own chest, but it was getting impossible to ignore that a fifth limb of his had been rapidly growing in the past few minutes.

And I thought I had all my blood flow had been squeezed out of me for the day.

He leaned forward, catching sight of a rather dark orifice, surrounded by wrinkly flesh within the depths of the auspicious valley. Several strands of dark hair lay scattered around the skin which lay in shadow. As his gaze traveled down the great canyon, the hair grew thicker. It was much like tall, curly prairie grass, and from personal experience, traversing it was quite similar as well. That was, aside from the fact that prairie grass did not get as wet or sticky as often, nor did it wrap around his body at the most inopportune times.

At the base, within a grander valley made of muscly thighs, there lay another opening, far grander and far wider. In the bathroom light, he could tell it had taken on some moisture. The flesh surrounding it was fresh, and red, while the hair that lay atop of it was a true forest of pubic proportions.

He tore his eyes away from the enticing sight, witnessing his wife pop her feet out of the confines of bunched denim, one at a time. Dark eyes fixated upon her right sole, the sole he had grown intimately familiar with earlier that day. From his vantage point within the shower, it looked smaller than it actually was; a leviathan of musky, calloused pedal monstrosity. Each fold of skin was taken into account, as his mind recalled it squeezing upon his form while he administered to its well-being. Caitlin was moving far easier, and despite deep red marks that indicated where he had massaged, it appeared her soreness had been mitigated, if not outright eliminated.

If that was so, Andrew couldn’t help but feel utmost pride in himself.

Caitlin turned around, now fully bare. Her lips curled into a knowing smile, as she deliberately waltzed into the shower. A shadow fell upon Andrew as she drew close. She reached for him, capturing her husband in her grip once more. A second set of fingers traced down his body. Despite waking up, his muscles felt completely spent. Still, her finger continued, dragging along his waist, pulling off his boxers with it.

Andrew’s underwear was but a dark spot on Caitlin’s destructive digit, she tossed it aside, figuring it would be found later. Such an act was crucial, for she knew her husband would be grumpy if his underwear would be wet. She also now had a clear, hard, stiff confirmation that Andrew had thoroughly enjoyed her act of disrobing. With a small chuckle, she returned him to his previous position.

After closing the shower door, she turned the knob slowly, allowing cold water to cascade down her form. The shower head was adjacent to Andrew’s location, and he was able to evade moisture for the most part. He still kept his eye on the stream of water, taking great care as it washed down and trickled through every bump and valley upon Caitlin’s worked physique.

Steam began to rise as the water heated up. As the shower reached a comfortable temperature, Caitlin made sure to splash Andrew’s tray. The impact was great, although Caitlin had showed some restraint. Andrew had been thoroughly doused. Yet, he found the event refreshing, for the perspiration that had accumulated on him earlier that day was washed away.

For a minute, he remained mesmerized as water continued to cascade over Caitlin. Her voice, however, interrupted his trance.

“After this, you wanna do anything else?”

Her expression was coy, yet meek. However, no meaning, nor implication was hidden from Andrew.

“I’m thoroughly shot.” he answered. Even the act of running his wet hands through his hair was a rather strenuous task at this point.

“No thanks to me,” responded Caitlin, appearing rather dejected.

“I guess,” Andrew reassured, “But you know you don’t have to do this. I’m not looking for some kind of reward.”

“Reward?” Caitlin inquired, shifting her eyes back and forth in a rather obvious manner, “What are you talking about?”

“The occasions you do shower, you tend not to bring me in.”

Caitlin placed her dripping hands on her hips, “Well maybe I ought to make that a habit.”

She continued to wash herself, retrieving shampoo from the tray opposite of Andrew to froth her hair. A bar of body soap was then vigorously scrubbed into every crevice of her form, and she made sure Andrew could scrutinize every motion. While still soapy, Caitlin allowed some of the suds to fall into Andrew’s tray.

I really wish he could take a ride on this bar of soap, but he felt dead tired when I held him. Even if he is keeping the Bri’ish end up.

Soon enough, every bubble of suds was washed away from the cascading stream. Andrew too, received another douse of water, more than enough to completely cleanse himself of soap.

Caitlin shut off the water. An over head light illuminated the steam that continued to rise.

“It wasn’t too bad in there right?” Caitlin asked, observing exhaustion return to her husband’s form.

“Truth be told, I might have enjoyed myself a bit too much.” Andrew admitted. He made sure to avoid his wife’s now curious gaze.

“Really?” she pressed, leaning into the inflection, “How? You got hypnotized into being a foot guy? I remember when I first started flexing in front of y-”

“I’m a Caitlin guy,” Andrew interrupted, “I can’t help it.”

Andrew was shocked awake. A massive hand impacted the wall right above him. A powerful slapping sound followed, threatening to pop his ear drums. Nervous eyes traced from her hand, to the menacing arm that hung overhead, back to the face of his wife. Her glare was intense, and he could tell within the colorful, silvery folds of her iris’, that something far more instinctual, far more ancient, and far more unstoppable was on the verge of being unleashed.

In a growl that was as enticing, as it was frighting, Caitlin uttered her ultimatum, “I’d keep your suave comments to yourself, cutie. Unless you don’t actually want a good night’s sleep.”

Her husband nervously gulped, swallowing nothing but empty air. I have to weigh my options carefully. You colossal, odorous, unwieldy brute, why do I have to be so smitten? And just why are you so smitten with little wormy me? I suppose it’ll take me a lifetime to find that answer.

Caitlin retrieved Andrew from his tray, before drying the both of them off. It only took a small area of unused towel to completely pat her husband off. She would have preferred a more involved method to wick every single drop of moisture away, but she could sense him losing consciousness.

She didn’t bother gathering up her discarded clothes, figuring she would retrieve them the following day in preparation for the workday. Instead, she cupped her hand around her husband’s prone form. Her gaze had softened, although she intended for Andrew to suffer some form of punishment for his ravishing wooing of her, even if it was unintentional. Of course, he would have to pay in full the following day.

For now she would have to settle for him resting upon her. Caitlin did not bother to retrieve any undergarments to stand in for her pajamas. She instead, entered the bed as she was in the shower, fully nude.

As she lay upon her back, her husband was transported to the valley of her bosoms. They absolutely towered above him. To reach the reddened nipples would have taken a monstrous climb from where he was placed. Scaling a house, or a building would be less daunting. Neither would Andrew do, he simply laid prone, instinctively snuggling against one of the gargantuan fleshy mounds, soaking in the tenderness and warmth that the pillow he usually resided on could not provide.

The hand that deposited him rested over his minuscule form, forming a protective canopy. With her other hand, Caitlin shut off the light and closed her eyes. The feather-light touch of her husband resting within the sanctuary of her chest brought a sense of peace. She was lulled to sleep faster than usual.

Andrew too, was upon the brink of unconsciousness. His head lay against Caitlin’s heart, its rhythm slowing to a deliberate crawl as his wife fell asleep.

As the thunderous drum beat below him with the power of an earthquake, and the intimacy of a hug, the last vestiges of consciousness was banished from his mind, and he joined his wife in peaceful slumber.