“I hate this stuff…” Scott said eyeing the box of décor for the banquet. “You were so excited about this earlier! I’m not sure why all of a sudden you don’t like our design ideas!” Shannon exclaimed slightly annoyed. “It’s not the banners or all that; just the glitter. . . it gets everywhere and sticks to everything. Last pep rally we used this stuff I no joke found the stuff on my face two weeks later.” She shook her head in annoyance. “I didn’t ask! You’re such a whining, questioning brat!” she joked. He always finds something to complain about!

    Shannon was twenty years old six feet tall and a lesser known player on the University’s women’s tennis team. Scott on the other hand 5’10 and an even lesser known ball player for the men’s team: a  back-up-bench-warmer of sorts. Our protagonists along with a large group of the Academic Athletes were putting together the decorations for the 3rd annual Sports Banquet for the university in the Ericson gym. The red and black was abound in the room and the hard work put into it was obvious to any that saw it. Shannon and Scott were a team in charge of designing table layouts and decorations and with Shannon’s influence glitter would be added to the mix.

    “One more table to add this to!” Shannon exclaimed cheerfully taking a half bag full of the dark glitter and spreading it across the table. “Now we’re outta here!” she beamed. “We’re done?! Sweet. I’m gonna hit the hay for a nap to be ready for this thing later.” Scott replied. It was later… 6:00 but the banquet started at 9:00 and he was always a bit of a light sleeper. Getting a nap for this event wouldn’t hurt. Scott lowered himself into a chair in the further back dress room of the banquet hall where the guests couldn’t see him. Eyes drooping, he titled his head up noticing a line of the dreaded red confetti on his wrist. Oh great, and the glitter begins! An annoyed Scott laid back unaware of his rude awaking soon to take place.

    When Scott awoke some hours later all he could see was black. Did I miss it? Who turned out the lights? OH GOD, MY SPEECH! He wondered a mile a minute about all these things. Soon the ceiling came into focus but this only caused more confusion. Hoping to rub his eyes and alleviate some of the confusion he realized his hands weren’t moveable and in fact weren’t even there. Panic began to settle in. Why on earth was he unable to move and staring at the ceiling? How’d I get out of my chair? BOOM. WAS THAT AN EARTHQUAKE? AM I THE LONE SURVIVOR? BOOM. There it was again. Scott would piss himself if possible! If only he could move!

    Shannon paced around the back wondering were Scott was. “I swear he took a nap back here!” She gave up. I’ll do the speech for him… sigh. Shannon took off her flats and paced some more just wondering why Scott would do such a thing, running off like that. The hardwood floor felt amazing on her tired feet. A momentary bliss washed over her.  She wiggled her toes, relaxing. It was 8:47. Scott had better show his face.

    A giant Shannon made herself seen much to the horror of Scott. She paced above him questioning his whereabouts and took her shoes off dangerously close. “I’m down here!” he yelled in his mind. Never before had her toes seem edso threatening wiggling a mere inches away.

    8:55. This is enough. I can’t wait anymore! Shannon thought. Inspecting Scott’s area one more time scouring the area for clues, she felt a light crunch under her foot. Glitter? She playfully tried to mat it and wipe it off on the floor‘s surface below but there was no avail. “Maybe Scott left because he couldn’t stand the glitter.” she joked. “Damn, I’ve got to open up on stage now!” Slipping her flats back on she made her way to the stage to introduce the sponsors, make opening remarks, and start off the night!

    An angry giant foot smashed into Scott then drug him violently against the ground. Hearing Shannon answering his predicament brought him to shock. “I’m GLITTER?! He raged. He was more upset and disgusted than scared at this moment. Transformed into his most hated object for no good reason. Yet again he felt like a bench-warming character in his life… only this time to Shannon’s foot! Without warning he was pounded into the ground and pressed into a dark cramped spot that smelt of leather. To his horror Scott realized that he was in her shoes!

    Public speaking made Shannon nervous. VERY nervous. She fumbled through the first part of her talk attempting to rush and finish. “And- and- and now on stage we’ll have c-c-c-c-coach Wright to talk about this year’s, uhm, performances!” Red in the face, she took her seat after her (or rather Scott’s) job was complete. All there was left to do was finish this two hours out and sit down and enjoy the show. A nice relaxing shower was waiting for her back home.

    First off, it smelt awful. Mashed against… the ball(?) ofShannon’s foot was bad enough but in her fear and embarrassment, she began to sweat even more profusely. Baked to her sole, he felt the pressure release a bit and bounced around. She must’ve sat down too relax. She always bobbed her foot around when she sat. He continued to feel the bouncing motion for he didn't know how long. Time doesn’t pass well inside a shoe. Sweat drops, toe junk, dirt, and... well-- everything began to slide over poor Scott. He just wanted to be home at this point. The torture of being beneath his friend’s foot has his most dreaded object was quite humbling. Suddenly a jolt and tons of pressure smacked Scott right in the face. Was she finally leaving?

    It was a nice ceremony Shannon thought. She walked back to her dorm got comfortable and considered prepping for the shower. After tonight it was well deserved! “Katy! Katy?“ Her roommate wasn’t there so she could get in the shower. Smiling deviously, Shannon was nude in record time. She wished Scott would text her back though… but she couldn’t concern herself with that and headed to the restroom. Her feet felt amazing and cool after touching the tiled floor of the restroom reminding her of the glitter she stepped in. “I’ll wash it off for Scott’s sake” she laughed. The warm water slid down her figure and the scrubbing began. She was tired and the glitter was all gone. She dried herself, smiling. Fresh, relaxed, exhausted, and just a little worried, Shannon got in bed resting for her weekend ahead- - with or without Scott.

    It was hell inside her shoes and more than anything Scott wanted death. Constant pounding, high temperature, and the ignorance of his existence was too much. The walk back to Shannon's dorm nearly drove Scott into madness! Once Shannon stepped into the shower he hoped to be eradicated and shoved down the drain. He couldn’t imagine living under Shannon anymore. It was awful and degrading. The soap hit him and lifted him slightly. He was coming off her body. Success! He slid closer to the drain and stopped abruptly. What? Shannon was gone and he was there stuck in the edges of the shower drain praying for death. Embarrased of him Shannon's foot, the only object that had interacted with Scott since his transformation, left Scott on the drain to fend for himself in the shower. Why? Scott mulled over his meager existence and stared blankly at the ceiling.

    Katy headed to the shower late. She was on the short side, not athletic in the least, and hardly left her room. Hell, if given the option she WOULDN’T shower. Her cheesy feet plopped into the shower and landed on the eyes of the shower drain. She took a rinse off “shower” and headed to bed with a tiny glittery companion stuck to her heel. She was going to lounge around tomorrow in sock and undies and damnit no one was going to tell her otherwise.

“…And that’s why I chose to go out that night with Josh instead. I’m sorry Scott. This isn’t going to be awkward now is it? I really like him but you’re… I still like…. Scott. I’m sorry… Scott. SCOTT!”

    Things WERE awkward now. He was speechless that night. They both had feelings for one another and now that she had start seeing Josh the last few weeks he felt as though she were losing that connection and drifting further and further away. “…Yeah, we need help for the banquet? You in?” “Sure, sure, of course!” He had only AGREED to help so he’d be closer to her but it hadn’t been as much of a bonding experience as he had hoped. Something happened afterwards too… Something weird and Scott couldn’t for the life of him remember what it was. He remembered stacking chairs, setting tables, glitter, a giant Shann- -

    Scott woke up with a stir. Well, he didn’t wake up but rather snapped out of a trance he had been suffering through for roughly nine hours seeing as inanimate objects cannot sleep. The banquet most definitely was not a dream.. Collecting his thoughts he had  the recollection that he was suddenly transformed into glitter in his sleep, he was trampled by, voyeuristically abused and would no longer be able to see Shannon, and that he was saved from traveling through the sewers by the plump foot of Shannon’s ethnically ambiguous roommate. Fantastic.

   Scott also came to the realization that he was a mere grain of sand in his new world. A grain of sand buoyant- - sailing on a smelly ocean of sweat, dead skin, wrinkles, and the day’s accumulated dirt. This was the embodiment of humbleness and humiliation. Wait- - Sailing? Why was he moving?

    Katy woke up at the ripe time of 11:20 AM on Saturday. With her long, dark hair a messy ball, her jammies slightly musky from the unwashed sheets, and her eyes glued shut from oversleeping she forcefully dragged herself out of bed (early for her) and plopped her feet down on the hardwood floor of her room shuffling to her private restroom. She sat down on the toilet, did her business, cleaned herself up a bit, and headed back  to the bed  and TV only to be distracted by the full length mirror on the restroom door. I could stand to lose five pounds. I’m a little chubby, not fat and that’s good but I’m not going to attract too many hot guys looking THIS way am I… She began to adjust and model her poses, and kissed at the mirror sensually. To hell with guys anyway. I can get most of ‘em with batting an eye anyway. It was true. Despite a little weight, Katy’s sexy, nerdy exterior, and oliver-tan tone was eye catching. She smiled and headed to her bed for a lazy day of TV watching… Maybe a video game or two once Shannon left. She didn’t like seeming immature for playing them. She begun to make herself comfortable.

    Scott ate hardwood floor with every step Katy took. PLOP PLOP PLOP. Her sweaty feet made suction with the ground, sticking adhesively, peeling off, then slapping down again with more force each and every time. He really couldn’t take to much more of the pounding without getting woozy. As she sat on the toilet, she wiggled her toes and tapped her foot to unheard music much to the dismay of Scott who was grinded quite a bit with every tap. After she was… finishing… he was trapped under her heel and pinned to the tile floor. Although he had been between foot and tile before, a sudden claustrophobia came over him either because she wasn’t moving or he was paying much more attention to the dire situation. He was gasping for breath he couldn’t have.

    “Shannon! SHANNOOOOONNNNNNN!!” Katy called. Nothing. …Must be out with Josh. Katy shrugged and readjusted herself comfortably. I don’t do enough with Shannon anymore. She’s either with Scott or Josh now. She had better not flake on our pedicures tomorrow! Katy laid on her tummy in bed with the TV on VH1, cell phone on her left, her laptop on her right (with a Pandora tab and Facebook tab up respectively), and a DS on her bed in front of her while she played  around with a Mario game. Energy (nor her foot glitter) was not worthy of greatest concern! She kicked her legs back and forth whilst smiling to herself. No day is better than Saturday!

    The walk to the bed was a blur. Again, a sickness came over Scott as his captive honour’s foot swung him like a pendulum back and forth in a hot bedroom while she was ignorant of his existence. In the half hour that Katy had been awake, already Scott was covered in an useable film of grime and dirt. Her quick-to-sweat foot also made (only visible to someone of Scott’s stature) a gooey paste about him combining with the dirt. Gag. Ironically, it reminded him of Shannon and his encounter with her feet last night. He missed it surprisingly. It’s amazing what your mind goes to in these situations he thought… Never had he felt so neglected and ignored in his life!

Katy felt a vibration.

1 new message: Shannon. Out with Josh! Don’t forget about getting our nails done tomorrow <3

Katy smiled with glee. Never had she felt more excited to get her nails done and close to Shannon in her life!

    Today was a great day for everyone. It was a bright Saturday afternoon with moderate weather. The kind of day that’d open a Disney movie. A modest breeze made it’s way through the city and gave comfort to all from the park walking couple in Shannon and Josh’s case, and the slightly cracked windows of lazy apartment dwellers in Katy’s case. No one could be stressed on today. Even Scott had momentary peace due to Katy’s ceased movement. There was something else on Katy’s mind.

     It’s nice and warm but my little toes are cold! Katy’s room was hot but her feet were always cold. Seeing her in a tank top, short shorts, and knee socks was NOT an odd sight. Scanning… Scanning… Scanning… AH! Finding a dingy, not-too-clean pair of blue ankle socks she jumped out of bed with newfound energy and simultaneously slipped them on while she removed her plain t-shirt and pajama bottoms leaving her non-matching (but comfortable) and smiling. Returning to bed a mysterious breeze came about and she sighed in relief. Laying back down, her butt in bed, leaning against the headboard she lazed away wondering what the day would have in store for her. Shannon wouldn’t return for quite some time and this gave Katy all the privacy, comfort, and freedom she needed for a great weekend. Pedicures, music, and video games made her giggle and made left her toes wiggle in anticipation. Speaking of her feet, they were increased to unfathomable degrees and Katy’s heel was slightly hotter and a great deal itchier than she remembered it being prior to the addition of socks. That feels weird. What did I step in anyway?

Pain. Unfathomable pain erupted throughout Scott’s glittery body. Katy suddenly became oddly still and unbeknownst to Scott’s tiny frame she was looking for socks. He had been mashed to the arch of Shannon’s foot, covered with the dirt and foot slime of her flats, stuck to a shower rim and humiliated by Katy’s heel but nothing came close to the pain and humility of being pancaked by Katy’s metric fucktons of weight that slammed back into Scott’s “skull”. Most of his senses were dulled and gone beforehand but after THAT “enlightening” experience everything came to him again in full circle to unimaginable extremes. FEEL and TOUCH were a given. Every square micrometer of his being was in agony thanks to her jump. SIGHT was increased tenfold. The pores of skin secreted sweat over the foot’s ridges and wrinkles and Scott giving him a firsthand vision of what was causing his discomfort. He could TASTE the film of grime and bubbling foot-sludge about her being and around him. He heard the earthquake-esque reverberations of Katy’s beautiful foot slamming him into stupidity and her foot’s squishy, plopping compliances.  His entire body was simultaneously a tongue, eye, ear and pain receptor. He just couldn’t voice himself to tell his attractive captor that he was beneath her. She wouldn’t hear me anyway he thought dejectedly.

    Not entirely comprehensible or noticeable to Scott, his mind was reeling and adapting to his situation as well. Glitter is intended to decorate, and in a sense make it’s user more appealing to the eye. As time progressed, our hero was falling more and more into his roll and transitively in love with his position. Subconsciously, Scott was USED to the fact that he was a spec of glitter and USED to the mentality that he was meant to adorn his client be it a beautiful woman’s hair, a girls’ toy, or the cheesy heel of his former love’s roommate. Time was ticking and before long he would succumb to his destiny.

    Being beneath Katy’s foot was hellish. Being beneath Katy’s foot while she wore a sock was an inferno- - a fate worse than death. The temperature was unimaginable and the awful smell permeated through his every being. Her foot musk must have at least increased by 200 fold from his vantage and pools of sweat were forming at an alarming rate. Katy was entranced by her technological bubble. She absentmindedly rubbed her socked feet back across the bed relieving the itch her heel had given her. Unfortunately this wasn’t enough and she had to resort to using her big toenail from the other foot to relieve it. Ah, that’s better she purred internally.. An easy fix for the situation given! She put her feet back down flat on the bed and continued with her previous business.

  That “easy fix” had put Scott into yet another world of turmoil. The friction from her simply moving her foot across the bed repeatedly had stirred up a dust devil of foot dirt and mud all around him creating a monsoon of disgust. Too distraught to react in anyway mentally, physically, or emotionally, Scott tried to disassociate himself from this existence to no avail. The flood gates of grime slowly began propelling him down a hot, musky, and foot-sweat driven path slowly but surely. The dirt storm had died down! His adhesive property was wearing off and he was heading away from the hill suspended in a drop of sweat! Maybe even to safety he naively hoped. These moronic hopes were quickly dashed, however, when her opposing foot’s toenail scratch the heel; his home. Chaos was in full effect again. Once her toenail made it’s first scrape, an avalanche of dead skin and suspended dirt lying in her clogged pores was released apprehending Scott in the most embarrassing of ways. His drop of sweat was still intact but he became so surrounded by skin particles he had built up momentum and was heading farther from the heel at a quicker pace. He controlled NOTHING of his life at this point. Where on Earth was he headed?

Katy’s toes were welcomed with a sudden cold shock that made her clench them in reaction. Sweaty feet weren’t new news to her but she DID hate the feeling of the sweat moving about her. She clenched and wiggled her toes repeatedly in a process she herself created to “air” out her tootsies and it worked.

    Scott’s bubble exploded, he was rapidly surrounded by Katy’s foot flesh from all sides. He felt immense pressure, nothing, then more pressure until he passed out.