I woke up with my head in a mess, pounding and fuzzy. It was like I was obnoxiously hungover, but worse. I felt like I was about to throw up before I jolted up once more. ‘Fuck.’ I thought to myself, ‘Aubrey was throwing a party today. What time was it? How did I even drink so much last night?’ I scrambled around next to me for my glasses. My phone. Nothing was there. Not even a wallet or keys. It wasn’t until I rubbed my eyes some and tried to look around that I realized the room was like a huge warehouse. I was on the floor. Not only that. I wasn’t alone.
The only light in the room came from the other side of he warehouse, a pair of large double doors with a small slit down the middle that let in light. Along that slit people sat, mostly talking, some in circles. It looked like some were even playing cards. I went to try to stand up, eventually getting to my feet as I begin to meander towards the others. One person starts to wave to me before the entire place begins to shift, tilting dangerously quickly towards the door. Scrambling and screaming erupted, the huge double doors swinging open as the room illuminated.
I watched with wide eyes as the doors revealed what looked to be a large white surface, long and shimmering, almost pillowy beneath us. Sliding downwards I saw dozens of people fly out, screaming and reaching towards anything as they fell towards the surface. Before I could fall out, though, the thing tilted back, a pair of large fingers moving the doors shut as I realized now. The doors were merely an opening on a box. The fingers were other-worldly in their size. I landed with a moderate rolling as I sat on my side, brain feebly trying to process what exactly I just witnessed. The floor finally making sense…cardboard. The light cascaded in over the last few of us in here while I took quick breaths.
On the other side of the box the centimeter-tall people fell through the air, the moving box safely sprinkling them on top of the icing like little decorations. The thick vanilla icing trapping them, buttery and creamy, they could barely move as their vision, past the hundred-foot-tall-candles, showcased the large girl with her black dress and hair that faded to a blue dye. Her wing-lined eyes stared down on them with a greedy hunger while she licked her lips. She lifted her hand and pointed out a finger, moving it towards the cake. “I know it’s probably rude, but I can’t help myself. You guys make that cake irresistible.” She laughed.
Inside of the icing, the people treaded and thrashed. Those that fell face-first found themselves struggling to get up, and those waist-deep could barely move. It was as if they were trapped in a snow-storm, but stickier and more threatening. As the finger of the titanic girl approached, soon dipping into the icing. One of the people lifted his leg and reached out, grabbing a girls hand, the girl had been trapped up to her shoulders and could barely even move, let alone get out. She looked to be on the verge of tears. “No. No no no.” She shouted, her breathing increasing. “Aubrey…Aubrey!” she shouted out; gears in the guys brain finally moved as he realized he had recognized the massive girl above them, but as soon as he realized it he was disrupted again.
The finger plunged into the icing not far from him, Aubrey moving her finger along as the sticky icing clung to her finger and brought it’s new sprinkles with it. Not only did it include the guy and the girl in question, but an extra two people were scooped up with the little finger dip. Aubrey licked her lips as the people looked down, then up to her, moving through the air at incredible speeds while she parted her lips, black lipstick making them even more ominous. But the ultimately ominous heralding was the warm breath that washed across them as they neared, Aubrey’s reverberating “Ahhhhn.” Signaling their demise.
She put her finger into her mouth and licked and sucked, the icing popping off while she tossed it about. The icing melted slowly, the sugary feeling lighting up her tongue while she smiled, and as it melted it revealed the treats hidden within. The four human toppings to her cake that she tossed around her mouth, pressing them against the roof of her mouth. They struggled to breath, their mouths filling with icing or saliva, their muscles helpless against Aubrey’s tongue before she then pushed them against her cheek. Then let go. Her lips pursed into a kissing motion while she sucked on them, ripping icing off people and feeling like a vacuum on their skin.
With one final and unceremonious motion she swallowed, all four of the little people falling into her throat, or more accurately: pulled relentlessly into it. Helpless to her appetite and mouth as they would quickly be depositing in her stomach. No quicker than her swallowing ended than she announced: “You know what’d go great with that icing, right? A shot.” She informed the other denizens of the cake.
She reached over, far out of view from down below, the tiny people still putting in a good-faith effort to escape the icing, but the cake itself was massive, inescapable. And as Aubrey set down two shot glasses, their panic only increased. Her fingers once more came towards the cake, this time singling out a specific person. A rather lithe boy, who was sideways in the icing, unable to move, he was helpless as Aubrey’s fingers pinched at his lower half, dragging him face-first through the icing. It was an uncomfortable experience to say the least, heavy and thick the icing coated his body before he was pulled through the air at unimaginable speeds and plopped into her mouth.
Her tongue wrapped and tossed him about, gently allowing the icing to melt off of him while he struggled to breath. While he was a toy for Aubrey’s tongue, she plucked up two other people, dropping the two into one of the shot glasses, still coated in the icing. She reached across and grabbed a bottle of vodka and undid the cap. She tilted the bottle over the glass with the two people in it. They were barely able to stand upright before a torrent of alcoholic liquid washed across them, burning their eyes and pressing them to the ground. The vodka was cupcake flavored, choking and burning their mouths with the artificial cake flavor that would complement the frosting-covered people so well. She then grabbed the second glass and brought it up to her mouth, gently spitting the saliva-coated icing-scooper into the glass. He landed with a plop as he took heavy gasps of breath, struggling to breathe through Aubrey’s overwhelming tasting.
Grabbing at the other glass she raised it, spilling a bit of the alcohol out, but it was worth it as she yelled “Cheers. Thank you all so much for coming to my party.” Before throwing the glass back, opening her mouth and throat as the two people had little chance, if any, to struggle. They were pulled by the river of cupcake vodka straight to her throat. “Ooh.” She shook her head, “Far too large to just swallow. Sorry about this.”
She lowered herself, crouching down until she stood eye-level with the glass the tiny guy was in. She stared at him, her smile creeping more and more across her face as he stared back, realizing the shot glass felt larger. And larger. He went down and down and down. While Aubrey seemed immeasurable before, she was deific now. A size he couldn’t begin to imagine. Just her getting up created a storm of wind and whipping that caused his heart to feel as if it was beating of his chest. The vodka bottle moved, lifting and leaning towards him. He couldn’t have been larger than half a millimeter. And from his position Aubrey appeared 2000ft tall, but none of that mattered, the clank of the vodka bottle against his new home of a shot glass made him clutch his ears, the torrent of alcoholic liquid landing onto him and pushing him against the ground so hard he passed out. So tiny and fragile that a single pour of cupcake vodka rendered him unconscious, floating in the glass awaiting Aubrey to swallow him. A garnish in her shot. The journey towards her mouth and down his throat being entirely lost on him.
“I think I’m finally due to try some of the cake.” She announced, shaking her head side to side after the shot. She reached for the knife, tilting her head side to side while the threatening weapon loomed above all those still caught in the icing. Their energy sapped and their will to live depleting, they watched as she cut off a piece that would ensure she had the most small people on it. She then moved the knife towards a straggling few who didn’t make it onto the piece. “What? Oh you don’t want your own? Well certainly.” She teased, gently pressing them with the side of the knife, they were pushed and pushed, eventually falling off the edge of the cut and onto her piece after it had tipped sideways onto a plate. “I’d be more than happy to share.” Aubrey couldn’t help but laugh while she walked over to a chair and set the cake down next to it, then going over to retrieve the box. The dozen or so people trapped on her cake being the perfect dessert.
The box got set down, or so I believed. The shaking and tilting coming to an end as the double doors, or rather the box’s end opened. It revealed not only a hardwood floor, but some massive wall of black. The wall looked incomprehensibly large. “Come out.” I heard, the voice being more commanding than inviting. While I gingerly walked out, others seemed to move further into the box, some sprinting out as soon as the doors opened. The light felt almost blinding, but the true sight to behold was Aubrey. She sat on the chair with one leg propped up on a table in front of her, the other flat on the floor in front of us. The wall of black was her boot.
The boot’s platform was incredible. To say the least. From here it appeared almost thirty meters tall, her leg stretching even further into the sky, clad in black tights that went from her black dress to the ankle, at which point the boots ended. “I’ll enjoy some cake, feel free to enjoy yourselves while I do so. It is a party. And by that I mean that you guys should really clean my boots.” She snickered before plunging her fork into the cake, beginning to eat some, watching with sadistic eyes down towards us.
Those on Aubrey’s cake were often too tired to fight back, powerless against her teasing and appetite. Her fork sank down behind one person, cutting the cake off and bringing them with it, stuck in the spongey cake and tears falling out of her face while the black lips of Aubrey spread happily, welcoming the girl to her final few moments. The savory girl complemented the vanilla cake well, Aubrey being treated to the taste of the girl fighting back against the tongue, against the suckling, against the saliva. Even up until she was helplessly swallowed the girl fought.
This continued, another forkful of party guest and cake, this time with icing, being brought up to her mouth. She enjoyed each bite, the people giving her a real treat, it was rare there were this many attendants, so she could not only double up and swallow a few at a time, but she even had some to spare to have at her boots.
Down below, at her boots, I walked around the one a bit, initially in absolute shock. Something this large was alive, and that was just her foot. The front of the platform was lifted up a bit by design, and so I crawled beneath, hands and knees, to follow orders. There were traces of crumbs and bits of icing beneath the front portion of the boot, it normally wouldn’t be much. But at this size, it was quite the cleaning adversary. I pulled at crumbs the size of my head, not only having to pull them off the boot, but then having to move them out of the way. “Actually,” I hear, my head shaking from the power in her voice, “This seems a bit unfair. My boots seem reasonable, right? Let’s make it more fun.” Her voice made my hear sink as I watched, moving my head to stare up towards her. I could only wonder what fun meant, but it wasn’t long till I found out.
It was mere moments. The boots seemed to get larger. The boots that once towered imposingly became even more. And more. Aubrey’s boots once seemed to be near 30 meters. But we were smaller, now. Accurately, we had to be a fraction of a millimeter. And even that would be a stretch; the treads of Aubrey’s boots appeared like train tunnels. The platforms of the same boots went up in the air so far they’d put the largest buildings to shame. The ground shook and rumbled beneath me, my neck quickly watched as the boot tilted back on it’s heel, throwing all of us on the ground to our knees or our asses, knocking us about.
Crawling on hands and knees as fast as I could I moved out away from it, scrambling to get to my legs and sprint; many others moved the same direction as me, turning our head to ensure we’d made it, the boot lowered slowly. Aubrey could be heard snickering far above, confirming that she was purposefully lowering it slowly just to tease us. But it didn’t last forever, despite sprinting for a good few minutes it was only a matter of time before it landed. A resounding thud sending us back to the ground and tumbling while countless others ended beneath the boot.
“Ready for round two?” her voice shook in our heads, like that of a God speaking directly to you. Before I could muster a response I glanced up to notice her foot hovering above us, black stocking covering it, but it was still easy to make out the shape of it. The toes gently spreading then scrunching to show themselves off, the black stocking’d foot lowering itself far faster than the boot did. I moved as fast as I could to get to my feet, running the same direction I did before, but it was hopeless. I was slammed down on, the soft fabric of the stocking and the sole of Aubrey’s foot trapping me beneath it. I could hear her laughing far above.
The pressure lifted, I took a deep breath, trying to get up before it slammed down one more time. “Did no one make it out? I can feel one of you. I think. Under my big toe?” The laughter could be heard again as the pressure was removed and replaced once more, the air knocked out of my lungs as I couldn’t move at all. The toe pressed down, moving back and forth as I realized the single big toe of Aubrey was not only infinitely larger than I ever would be again, but it would also likely be my demise. I pushed, or so I tried, my attempt fruitless. The toe pressed relentlessly, the stocking rubbing up against me, on top of me.
Up above, far above, Aubrey was gently moving her foot, able to feel the few people trapped beneath it. They were perhaps too small, but it wasn’t too large of a deal. “Fuck.” she said, noticing the larger deal. She had also shrunk her cake’s toppings while she was paying attention to the people at her feet. She sighed, scooping up the last piece of cake and throwing it into her mouth before slumping down into the chair and grabbing her phone.
The slumping caused her legs to stretch, feet still flat as it rolled and pulled everyone with them; dragged along she still had a good ten or so people beneath the ball of her foot, half of that under her heel, two people under her big toe, and the odd three trapped between or under other toes. She gently moved them, wiggling them about as she smirked, flickering around on her phone.
The smirk, unknown to her, stretched out the last person on the cake who was now trapped against her lips. Too small to be noticed, he stuck to her lips, less powerful than the tiny bit of icing that stuck him to those large, soft, black lips. He specifically stuck to the left side of her lower lip, almost large enough to grab onto a crevice of it and pull himself out, but he didn’t have that sort of strength. Her movements and smiling and pursing of her lips pulled him around as if it were a carnival ride with no straps, constantly threatening to have him fall off.
He never did fall off though, it was only a few minutes after being ignored that her tongue came out, at his size it could safely treat a sport stadium like some sort of mint, and he wasn’t even registered on Aubrey’s immense palette before he was swallowed. She cared for him about as much as she cared for those under her feet, which was very little considering she just crossed her feet at the ankles. The foot with everyone beneath it lifted up as the other crossed over it’s ankle. Those under her heel began to get kneaded into nothing, powerless beneath the weight of her foot.
Those under the front got a view of how absolutely helpless they were before her. At this size her foot loomed, stretching and covered in a dark opaque tight, it was over a kilometer long to the tiny little people at Aubrey’s feet. But she cared very little, finally smiling as she hit one last button on her phone, an event now made. A new party, and she’d invited just over a hundred friends and mutual friends. And it was open invite, too. Bring as many guests as they’d like. Alcohol and cake would be provided. As well as party events. She couldn’t help but close her eyes and imagine the next party. Maybe she’d get chocolate cake.
She woke up a few hours later, having dozed off asleep while dreaming about what could happen next time. She rubbed at her eyes and sat up, noticing a small speck on the floor. She unzipped her other boot, leaving her with just her feet and stockings. “Did you guys get away?” She asked, standing up and moving over towards them.
Each step shook them, throwing them in the air. Their movement was halted, not that it was visible, to Aubrey. She finally stepped down, one foot on either side of them and the big toe of her right foot closest to them. She didn’t bother to crouch down, if she did she may have noticed that it was actually a few people, they were just so small that they barely made an entire piece of dust when clustered up. She lifted her foot.
I watched as Aubrey’s foot was lifted, already on my ass staring up from her walking towards me. Briefly before her foot came down I could make out the familiar sadistic smile for one last time. And then the underside of her foot that I stared up at moved down at breakneck speed as it slammed down with such force that I could barely even feel a thing.
Aubrey’s phone dinged. She lifted it up. 28 people had already RSVP’d to next weeks party. And most said they’d bring at least one guest.