Courtney Vance wore a soft smile on her face. Her eyes
stared pleadingly upward as her nude body grinded against the air. Externally,
she was the very image of lust of hunger. Eager for permission to continue
slovenly worshipping this larger woman who now controlled her life.
Internally, however, she screamed and fought. Her mind tried
to break free of the desire forced upon her, but it was no use. The chip
implanted on her first day of employment did its duty without fail.
Brittany’s large fingers tapped at the tablet held in her
right hand. She smiled as her digits worked effortlessly through the interface.
“Okay. You may proceed.”
Courtney felt her body stop humping and begin moving
forward. Her eyes struggled to hold tears from, both, humiliation and the acrid
environment which awaited her, but it was no use. Wetness trickled down her
cheeks onto the floor.
“Thank you, Miss Dunham.” The words left Courtney’s lips without
her approval as she crawled on her hands and knees toward the awaiting giant
bare sole of Brittany Dunham’s left foot. Courtney struggled to take-in how
massive it was compared to her. From their first meeting, Courtney learned that
Brittany wore approximately a size 33 shoe. The foot eclipsed the world above
as Courtney crawled under it. The soft skin rippled and wrinkled as Brittany’s
muscles twitched underneath.
Brittany sat in her large leather office chair overlooking
the French Quarter. The setting sun signaled it was time for the evening’s
events to begin. She could just make out the crowds of people moving through
the streets in excitement. Her attention soon returned to the floor. She
watched intently as Courtney’s 4-inch body disappeared under her foot. Brittany’s
thick toes, the nails painted in a pattern of Green, Gold, and Purple for Mardi
Gras, wiggled, and splayed reflexively.
Courtney could feel the fear build inside of her but was
powerless to stop. She crawled further under the giant appendage. The world outside left
behind. Her crawling came to a sudden stop. She craned her neck upward.
Brittany’s large sole hung above like the sword of Damocles. She could see a
light sheen of sweat and the skin was slightly reddened. Brittany had only
removed the heels she had worn during the day just 10 minutes earlier.
The air hung heavy with the smell of leather and sweat as
Courtney was forced to remain still.
“Um. Miss Dunham?” Courtney blurted out, unsure of what to
do.
“One sec, hon.” Brittany spoke above. Courtney could hear Brittany’s
fingernails tapping against the surface of the tablet.
Without her own input, Courtney stood up. Her legs pulled her
toward the nearest part of Brittany’s foot, her heel. Courtney stood, unable to
move, and stared at the skin. It was obviously well-taken care of, but that
didn’t stop a small callous having developed. One downside of being so large
was the wear placed throughout the body. Courtney screamed internally as she
felt her mouth open, and her tongue stick out. Her face neared the moist,
sticky skin and her tongue soon made contact. Her head bobbed up and down as
she eagerly lapped at Brittany’s sole.
Courtney’s thoughts swirled inside her. Just a week prior, she
had been plotting to take Brittany’s position at the top of the chain. She thought
she had all the pieces in motion. She thought she had her allies in place, but apparently
it was all a setup by Brittany. A means to root out those unwilling to follow her
leadership. One of the many talents which had allowed Brittany to reach her
current physical and organizational height at the age of 28.
3 days ago, Courtney and 15 others were pulled from their desks
and departments and demoted.
If she had to speak truthfully, at Courtney’s miniscule size
and at her own size, Brittany could barely feel the tiny woman licking her
skin. There was a *slight* tickle, but nothing worth noting. Instead, Brittany
enjoyed using the woman as a test subject for the latest Neuro Chip software version.
How powerless her victim was against her pinky finger pressing an option on a
screen.
Brittany toyed with the various check boxes, sliders, and
drop-downs. Courtney was all but a robot for her to control.
45 minutes of humiliation later. Courtney’s mind was tired,
but her body remained ever ready for Brittany’s next command. She had licked
the larger woman’s soles, between her toes, and even the outsides of her heels.
Her tongue was chapped and bleeding and her own sweat poured form her pours.
Brittany pressed the final button and watched Courtney
crumpled to the ground.
Courtney fell to the ground in exhaustion. The neuro chip’s
hold over her broken…for now. She struggled to stand, but her muscles ached too
much. She remained prone. Her sobs could soon be heard in Brittany’s ear.
“Why are you crying?” Brittany asked from above.
Courtney looked up to watch as Brittany’s giant body leaned
forward. She rested her arms on her knees and stared down into Courtney’s eyes.
Her Blond hair was tied into a meticulous bun and her lips were perfectly outlined
in maroon lipstick. Her blue eyes stared intently. Courtney had to admit that,
as cruel as Brittany was, she was equally gorgeous.
“We all know how this works. You shoot your shot and if you
fail, you find yourself. At. The. Bottom.” Brittany’s right foot tapped with
each of the last three words.
“I mean. Did you ever think about how this might be the
right place for you? Obviously, you couldn’t keep your little project secret so
what made you think you could ever take my position?”
Courtney felt defeated as Brittany’s words bore down.
“I will say. You did get Ann’s attention. Hell, there were
even some bets going to see what would happen. Francesca said you would’ve have
succeeded, she would’ve personally given me to you as a bracelet.” Brittany
scoffed.
Brittany leaned forward and rose from her seat. All 10 and ¼
foot of her towered over Courtney. The tiny girl laid in awe. How Brittany
seemed to ascend for miles was simultaneously inspiring and terrifying.
Courtney’s eyes traced Brittany’s body. Starting at the toes
which she had become well acquainted with, her eyes moved upward. Brittany’s
bare calves stood toned like something from an ancient Greek statue. They rose into
a pink pencil skirt. Courtney could make the outlines of Brittany’s thighs as
they pushed against the fabric. Continuing up to Brittany’s toned mid-section, a
dark green long-sleeve shirt complimented the skirt nicely. Brittany’s cleavage
poked out just enough to show off the necklace dangling between her breasts. Courtney
knew it was her prized possession. The former Southeast Regional head was
wrapped in gold chain and drawn into a cross. His body hung nude and limp as it
swung into Brittany’s breasts and clavicle.
Finally, Courtney once more stared into Brittany’s eyes, but
only for a quick second as Brittany’s left sole soon filled her vision.
Brittany lowered her foot onto the miniscule woman and worked
her toes to grab the tiny being. With Courtney in her grasp, she maneuvered her
foot into an awaiting heel. Her right foot followed.
“Sorry to cut things short. Got a meeting to make.” Brittany
spoke to the tiny being now trapped underfoot and in shoe.