Katie was ecstatic. She had just been informed that she had passed her bar exam and would now be granted permission by the state to practice law. This was an achievement that felt like a lifetime of effort, but she finally made it happen. After eight years of college full time while working two or three jobs at a time, it was finally over, and she could start making an impact in the world and helping people. She had focused her law degree on civil rights and minored in ethnic studies. Her goal all along was to help those less fortunate and privileged than her.

It was a particularly warm but beautiful day. Katie decided she would walk to her friend’s apartment to celebrate the news with her. Throwing on shorts and a tank top, she paused briefly at the mirror to make sure she looked presentable. Her shoulder length blonde hair was rather unkempt, so she decided to pull it back into a pony tail. She liked this look anyway, it exposed more of her pale, slender shoulders.

“I’ve got amazing news! U free to hang? I want to celebrate!”, Katie texted her friend Danielle.
“Um, I just got up, but sure. What is the good news?”
“Tell U when I get there! Omw!”

With that, Katie flung herself out her apartment door and into the hot, sunny weather. She made her way down her block and turned the corner, noting that the local park was looking particularly beautiful and with hardly anyone around. Considering her accomplishment, mood, and the beautiful weather, she decided she would treat herself to a nice stroll through the park to get to Danielle’s apartment, even though it actually made the walk longer.

The park had a handful of walking paths cutting through it. Katie chose the most secluded one, which wound through some of the more densely forested areas of the park. Upon reaching a quiet, shady, secluded spot, she paused, looked around, and sighed with joy. What a beautiful feeling, she could finally have time to relax, after 8 years!

An alert chimed on her phone. It was Danielle asking what was taking so long. Katie took a brief moment to take in her relaxing surroundings and continued on her way. She rounded a curve in the path and was slightly startled to see another person sitting on a bench. It was a girl, roughly the same age as her, of Indian descent. The girl had removed one of her sneakers and was looking intently at the sole of her right foot. Katie stepped on a twig, alerting the girl of her presence. She looked up from her foot and made eye contact with Katie. Not thinking too much of it, Katie gave a half-hearted “hello”, a smile, and a nod and continued walking. The girl said nothing. “Rude, but whatever,” Katie thought.

Katie had made it about 10 steps past the bench the girl was sitting on when she suddenly was frozen in place, unable to move. Panic quickly overtook her, belting out some stifled cries for help. “Wha… what’s happening?” She tried to turn around to look at the girl on the bench but found herself unable to turn her head. After only a few seconds, Katie felt her feet leave the ground and a sensation of floating. Was she being lifted into the air? Her shoes rose higher and higher from the walking path but her vision seemed to stay at the same level. Now able to look around, Katie realized she was somehow hovering above the path. Then, the next horrifying realization came – she had been shrunk to a miniscule size. 

The force that was suspending her in place in the air began pulling on her backward. The waves of this force flipped her body around, which allowed her to see the culprit – the girl on the bench was pointing some sort of device at her. Katie flailed and kicked through the air as the force field brought her closer and closer to her apparent captor, who had an unflinching look of nonchalant boredom on her face. Katie slowed to a stop once she reached the barrel of the gun-like device. The girl placed her open palm under Katie and switched the device off, causing Katie to suddenly freefall into the girl’s waiting grip. The girl brought her open palm closer to her eye level and began prodding Katie with her other index finger.

Katie flailed and screamed “What have you done!? Put me back, you BITCH!!”, but quickly became aware of the gut-wrenching reality – she was smaller than this girl’s fingernail and could not produce enough noise to even be heard. The girl pressed the tip of her index finger down onto Katie, which covered her entire frame, and pressed her down into her sweaty, warm palm to stifle her flailing, and as if to assert her dominance. Katie’s body was quickly drenched in pools of sweat from the girl’s clammy hands.

Wasting no time for whatever she had planned, the girl used her fingernails to rip off Katie’s clothes, exposing her pale, slender body, her skin tone contrasting from her captor’s fleshy-pinkish brown toned skin of her palm. The girl used her fingertip to stroke the length of Katie’s entire body one last time before closing her hand around her. 

The girl's sweaty hand tightened around Katie and squeezed all the air out of her lungs. Sweat from the giant palm oozed around Katie, causing her skin to adhere to the girl's palm. Suddenly Katie’s stomach dropped, as the giant hand whipped to a new location. Just as Katie was about the faint from the lack of oxygen and pressure, the girl’s grip released, and Katie slowly peeled away from the sweaty grip of the giant hand and felt herself slide down and off the edge of her palm. She was in freefall for what felt like seconds, before landing face down on another warm, fleshy, clammy surface. Katie flipped herself over to discover her new locale – the sole of the girl’s right foot, which was propped up on her left leg.

Now frozen in absolute shock and terror, Katie did not try to run, as it would not make a difference anyway. Just what was this girl planning to do with her?? The sole of this girl’s foot proved to be significantly hotter and sweatier than her palms. An intense heat was radiating through the surface of her foot, causing Katie herself to sweat profusely. Katie looked at the pinkish tan moist landscape around her – the foot stretched out the length of seemingly a football field to her heel. Cranking her head around, the girl’s massive toes rose up toward her at an angle like massive monoliths, the biggest toe the size of a small house in comparison. The long, slender toes slowly wiggled back and forth, apart and back together, the giant girl's attempt to air them out. Each massive movement of her digits shifted the “ground” beneath Katie and wafted the girl’s strong foot stench into her nostrils. The vinegary scent of sweat and musk was stronger than anything Katie had ever smelled, it was all-encompassing. Katie began to gag and cough. Katie hated feet, and just moments ago she was minding her own business and now she was trapped on a giant one.

The giant Indian girl used her thumb to knock Katie onto her back and press her into the softest part of her sole. Katie tried to bite and kick the giant thumb as it pressed her into the girl's skin, to no avail. The skin folded up around Katie like some sort of bizarre snow angel. The giant girl then released her pressure and squinted, observing how Katie's body looked against her skin. "Should work." She muttered. She reached into her purse and pulled out a small unmarked bottle of solution. Unscrewing the cap, a small brush tip emerged, covered in a clear, sticky liquid. Using her left hand, the girl grabbed Katie between her thumb and index finger and placed her on top of a small cut on her sole, in the center of her foot near the ball. Katie’s centimeter-sized body popped in between the gap of skin, with the edges of the cut now holding her in place.

Katie screamed at the top of her lungs and began crying hysterically as she looked up to see the giant girl’s other hand bringing the brush tip covered in solution down to her. The harsh hairs of the brush tip scraped across Katie’s naked skin, making several passes. The clear, glue-like solution coated her from head to toe as well as the foot skin encompassing her. Katie felt the solution quickly hardening and tightening around her. The giant girl blew her hot breath onto her newly sealed cut, blasting Katie's senses with the smell of her sour, hot, moist breath. This caused the solution to work faster, and Katie felt the sensation of her entire body being stretched and pulled in every direction, her skin tingling and burning as it fused with the girl's skin surrounding her. Katie panicked as she was clearly about to pass out, or die, and mentally prepaired herself for the worst.

And then. Nothing. The girl blew onto the spot where Katie lie one last time, then rubbed her thumb across it several times. The small cut was sealed. She gave a quick smirk of satisfaction.

Katie tried to scream, move, breathe, anything. But she couldn’t. She was completely frozen in place, retaining only her sense of taste, smell, and vision. She couldn’t even cry. She stared up at the girl’s uncaring face, seething with rage. The girl continued to rub her thumbs across her sole, massaging her foot, and wiggling her toes, causing Katie’s frame to stretch and contract with it.

A voice rang out, and the girl looked up away from her sole. “Did you take care of the cut on your foot?” asked the voice.

“Yeah, it was bothering me a little.” The girl replied. Both girls spoke with a heavy Indian accent.

“What did you use?” asked the voice.

“It was just some girl that walked by.”

“Oh, let me see!”

Katie felt herself suddenly launch upward as her field of vision whipped through the air, finally coming to a stop at the second girl’s face. Katie noted that the girl had similar features as her captor but was a few years younger, likely her younger sister. The girl’s face got closer and closer until her left, massive brown eye filled Katie’s entire field of vision, close enough to make out the subtle movements of the iris expanding and contracting. Katie caught a glimpse of her "reflection" in the eye, noting she appeared to be no more than a slightly lighter colored featureless outline of her body against darker skin.

“Wow, it is crazy how good and fast dad’s solution works. You can hardly even tell already!”, said the sister.

“I know, crazy, huh? It is a shame that we can never go public with his creations”, said Katie’s captor. “But hey, how do they smell?”

Katie’s field of vision shifted down to the girl’s nose, her left nostril right on top of her, blocking out everything else. It inhaled several times; which Katie felt the air around her suck into it as if a vacuum had been placed over her.

“Oh, they are pretty bad! I feel sorry for the girl. Wait. Do they even remain conscious?”, the sister inquired.

“Supposedly they do, so in essence it is not totally cruel since we are not killing anyone. However, there is no real way for us to know for sure since it is a permanent transformation”, answered Katie’s foot owner.

“Oh, well that is good, perhaps.”, the sister replied. Her attention focused once more on the spot where Katie was embedded, her body already now even less visible than moments prior. The sister positioned her mouth directly over Katie, about an inch away. Her lips completely filled Katie's field of view, allowing her to see every detail of the skin on the giant lips and peer into the cavernous mouth. The lips formed into a playful, mocking smirk. “Don’t worry little one, you will get used to being Priya’s foot! You might even grow to like it! She does take very good care of her feet!” She said. Her words were deafening to Katie. "You may even come to enjoy their awful smell, too," she added, with a wink, followed by a playful tap to Katie’s body, causing Priya’s foot to twitch. Priya retaliated by shoving her foot into her sister's face. This inadvertantly forced Katie into the sister's giant lips, which parted around her like a wet, sloppy kiss. Katie, along with Priya's sole, was coated with sticky saliva as the soft, slimmer inner lip surface smeared across them. Along with the saliva came a strong hint of whatever spicy concotion the girl had recently eaten.

“Oh, she will like it, huh Amara? How about I try it on you, and you can tell me how you feel!”, said Priya, playfully, continuing to force her foot in her sister's face.

Amara grabbed Priya's foot and forced it away.“No way! Not before I try it on you first!”, Amara retorted, spitting out some of Priya's foot sweat that had transferred in the exchange. The two laughed at their own antics.

Priya lowered her foot back down to the ground and shoved it back into her old, grimy, musky sneaker. Katie’s vision, in the process, went from a wild blur to pitch darkness. She came to a rest facing the sneaker sole and heard the material of the shoe stretch and creak around her as Priya tightened her shoelaces. Priya finally stood up from the bench. The weight of her full body now pressing down on her right foot, Katie felt the sensation of being stretched with immense pressure on top of her as her face was shoved deep into the sweat-soaked insole. The temperature around her increased exponentially, quickly turning into a sauna filled with foot stench and foot sweat.

From far, far up above her, Katie heard Priya's voice reverberate down through her body. "Alright, let's finish up our run!" Priya wasted no time giving her new passenger time to adjust to her new life as she and her sister resumed jogging at their normal pace. Katie would slam into the sole hard enough to feel the ground below through the worn insole. Every step completely jostled her brain. "Ah yeah, it worked. My foot doesn't hurt anymore!", Priya belted out.

Hours later, Priya slipped into her pajamas and sat down on the edge of her bed. She lifted up her right foot to take one final look. Her face filled Katie's vision once again, eyes widening slightly. "That stuff is amazing, Amara. You really cannot tell at all!", Priya called down the hall to her sister.

"Yeah, save some for me, I will have to try it next time!", Amara replied.

With that, Priya turned off her bedroom light, slipped her feet under her bed covers, and dozed off to sleep.

Katie had the sinking suspicion that Priya would never even acknowledge her presence again. She couldn't believe such an innocent looking girl could be so callous and cruel. Unable to move, scream, cry, or even sleep, Katie continued smelling, tasting, and absorbing Priya’s foot sweat as she stared into the soft pink bedsheet fabric that was gently rubbing against her. All she could do was think. Think about how, for the last 8 years of her life, she had toiled, busting her ass endlessly, acquiring massive college debt, working three jobs to make it through. The very day she passes the bar exam and, on her way, to becoming a successful lawyer helping people, instantly reduced to passively being part of a stranger’s foot.

She had no choice, but to accept her fate.

Katie was currently pressed firmly against the inner part of Priya’s left thigh. Priya was sitting, legs crossed, on her couch, wearing running shorts and a t-shirt. Apparently, it was her day off, and she was spending her afternoon lounging around. Katie’s “body” temperature rose the longer she was pressed against the smooth skin of Priya’s thigh. Occasionally, Priya would wiggle and bounce her right foot, obvious that she was sensually rubbing Katie up and down. That is, if she even remembered Katie was there at all.

About three weeks had passed since the transformation took place. Katie had hoped that her consciousness would eventually fade away into the release of death. However, this was proving to not be the case. She was seemingly kept alive by Priya’s body. She was, after all, a part of it. She did not require nutrients or water, not that she could eat in her form anyway. She never felt tired or fell asleep, but rather always remained in full alertness.

Priya shifted her sitting position. With her legs still crossed, her right foot shifted upward, exposing her sole to the air. Katie felt a temporary spout of pleasure as cool air hit her, a moment of happiness which was quickly stifled as she came to a rest in a position that forced her to stare up at her captor’s face. A site she had only seen a few times and not in over a week, her mind quickly filled with seething rage as she stared at Priya’s smug grin. She loved the fact this random person was now stuck smelling and tasting her gross feet for eternity! Priya was mindlessly laughing along with something on the TV, but each smirk and giggle only made Katie want to tear her head off even more.

Although she had spent the majority of the last three weeks pressed against the ground, a sock, or the sole of a shoe or sandal, Katie had been able to pick up bits and pieces about her captor’s life. Priya and her sister Amara still lived with their parents and appeared to be extremely well off. Their house seemed to be massive, judging by the number of steps it took Priya to maneuver through it. The family often dressed in expensive more traditional Indian garments when they went to social events. Their dad clearly made a fortune at some sort of top-secret facility that produces nanomolecular shrinking technology and transforming chemical solutions. Priya did not work much and was clearly spoiled with endless finances by her parents.

Katie continued to study Priya’s face. Adding insult to injury, Priya was stunningly beautiful, with radiant light brown skin, large, wide eyes, full lips, a head of thick, long, shiny black hair, and defined features despite slightly puffy cheeks. Katie had always considered herself to be plain and average looking and often found herself envious of girls with defined features… such as the giant ones looming above her.  “This spoiled little bitch has it all and gets to live a life of luxury… I had nothing and busted my ass… and for what? To heal a small cut on her fucking foot??”

Priya shifted her position yet again, smiled, this time adjusting her foot closer to her crotch, to intentionally annoy her captive.  Katie was forced into the shorts fabric covering the giant woman’s pussy.  Humid, musky air wafted out, forcing the womanly scent along with other body odors into Katie’s senses, which she somehow still maintained. She could smell, and taste. Taste whatever the foot itself currently tasted and smelled like.  Priya had not yet showered today, and the combined scents were overwhelming. Her sister had also lied – Priya did not take particularly good care of her feet, instead opting to barely pay attention to them at all.

“Fucking wonderful,” thought Katie.  The foot containing her began bouncing mindlessly, caressing its captor against the massive genitalia.

Priya erupted with a boisterous laugh at something on the TV. Her annoying laugh relentlessly mocking Katie, as if taunting her that there would never escape.

Katie then once again felt herself whip through the air and down to the carpet below as Priya stood up.  She would never get used to that; each time an intense pressure would be transferred into her consciousness.

Priya walked to her kitchen, grabbed a glass of water, and returned to the couch. Plopping down hard onto the couch cushion, she then propped her bare feet up and slammed them down on the coffee table in front of her. Katie now had a straight view of the TV screen. Some reality show was on, a genre Katie despised, but the simple matter of seeing faces other than that of her captor delivered a harsh shocking reminder that the world outside of this foot still exists and everyone else gets to live their lives, something she would never experience again..

After her show finished, Priya flipped through channels for several minutes before settling on a local news program. Several think pieces regarding racial and socio-economic aired, the very topics Katie had been passionate about and dedicated herself to fight for. “Ugh… boring.”, muttered Priya.

Several minutes passed and Katie could hear Priya audibly doze off and begin lightly snoring. Katie continued watching the news, not that she could look away.

Suddenly, a news bulletin flashed on the screen: “SEARCH FOR MISSING FEMALE COLLEGE STUDENT CALLED OFF”.  Katie’s mind went into a nervous panic as she watched this story unfold in front of her. Her biggest fears were confirmed when her picture came up on the screen. Having been unable to find anything, they had given up.  The news anchor mentioned having spoken with her friend Danielle, who had been the last person to speak to Katie. Danielle had told the authorities that Katie mentioned she was en route to her house to celebrate, but never arrived.

Horrific existential dread came over Katie. The news piece had only re-affirmed that there was absolutely no way she would ever be saved from this existence.

“Katie’s parents gave a heartfelt and compelling closing statement in the following clip,” the news anchor said. Katie froze – she was about to see the faces of her grieving parents. She wanted to comfort them and return to them more than anything she had ever wanted. This might be the last time she would ever get to see them.

Priya shifted her sleeping position. Katie was flipped on her side as the sole of Priya’s right foot slid over and slammed into the sole of her left foot just before the clip began. The other foot blacked out her vision, stifled her hearing. She did not get to see or hear her parents.

The timing and circumstances of this made it abundantly clear to Katie: all her life’s work didn’t matter; her past was erased. She was just Priya’s right sole. Karie would’ve cried if she could, but being essentially a tattoo, able to smell and taste, such “luxuries” were forever out of her reach.

An hour later, the alarm went off on Priya’s phone. She smiled, remembering she had a date scheduled for the evening. She left the couch to begin getting ready.

Katie had temporarily zoned out when the enormous warm, damp mass pressed against her shifted suddenly after an extended pause. That mass was Priya’s left butt cheek. Moments ago, Priya had finished taking a shower and was currently wrapped in a towel, air-drying off, as she kneeled at her bedside. Scrolling through Facebook on her laptop situated on her bed, a random meme made her laugh and lose her balance slightly.

Katie wanted nothing more than to lose consciousness, hopefully forever, but any random move or twitch by Priya’s foot made it impossible. It was not possible to fall asleep, only zone out. Even when Priya slept, Katie would be shifted back to alertness with even those most subtle shifting. Now, here was her host’s giant ass cheek, slowly caressing the soles of her feet as she rocked back and forth. Having just cleaned herself, the smell was relatively pleasant, though the fresh soapy water smell was quickly giving away to clammy foot odor and musk as the temperature between Priya’s sole and ass increased from being pressed together.

Suddenly the pressure from the ass cheek lifted away, peeling from the sole like a band-aid. Katie felt her entire “body” sting from the pain while simultaneously getting hit from a blast of cold air. She watched as her ass lifted higher and higher away, forming into a nice, full bubble-like form. Katie recalled getting teased from time to time for being “too skinny” and having no ass. Priya’s, however, looked perfect. It wiggled back and forth a bit as Priya stretched her arms upward and yawned. Upon releasing tension in her body, Priya slumped back down to the ground, causing her ass to smack hard onto her feet. Katie sobbed, mentally. She could tell that Priya was thinking about her existence and mocking her

Priya rose once more and got on her feet, flipping Katie over and slamming her down into the bedroom carpet. Allowing her damp towels to fall to the floor, she stepped on them and wiggled her feet about, drying them off one last time before getting dressed. The soapy, musky wetness of the towel filled Katie’s sense of taste. Once satisfied, Priya kicked towels away with her Katie-foot. Then, she walked over to her dresser and pulled out a pair of sexy, lacy underwear. This was a Tinder date, and, well, typically this meant a fun one-night stand, and she wanted to be prepared and look sexy. Katie saw the black lacy underwear slip around her and up, out of sight. Priya continued to stumble around her room until she was fully dressed – a black crop top sporting ample cleavage and a frayed denim jacket over it, tight-fitting shorts that hugged her shapely ass, and… hmm, what shoes would go good with this?

Visually searching through her giant wall of shoes, Priya was unsatisfied. None of these will do. She needed something sexy and commanding. Like leather boots. Amara had leather boots. Her feet were a bit bigger than Priya’s, but they would still work. She walked over to Amara’s bedroom and knocked on the door.

“Hey, you home?” No answer. She slowly opened the door – the room was empty. She’s not here. “I’m sure she won’t mind if I borrow her boots”, Priya said to herself. The leather boots were next to her bed, presumably having been worn recently. She picked one up to examine it. These were boots that went up to the knee, but luckily both sisters were about the same height.  Flipping one over, she noted the size – 11. Priya wore a size 9. She lifted her right foot up and pressed it against the sole of the boot. The dirt and grime from the sole scraped against Katie as the cold hard leather chilled her “body.” “Hmm.” The shoe extended only about an inch and a half past the end of Priya’s toes. The decision was made, these would work just fine. Priya sat on her sister’s bed and prepared to insert her left leg into the left boot. While unzipping the long leather legging, a strong stench of foot odor wafted out of the shoe.

“Ooof… Amara. Wow.”, Priya said aloud, wrinkling her nose. She then giggled and thought about her “unwilling companion”.  If Priya found it bad, she must be wishing for death!

Oh, like yours are so great, you spoiled bitch., thought Katie.

Priya slipped both her feet into the boots. She pondered on whether she should wear some sort of socks, but decided against it, as she kind of enjoyed the feeling of her feet building up sweat in hot shoes. Plus, these shoes already reeked. Amara wouldn’t care. Katie descended, down, into the right boot. Sealed into total darkness once again, Katie instantly noticed that the insoles of these boots were very hard and smooth, like solid plastic. Much more uncomfortable than anything Priya had worn thus far. The powerful stench of the shoe’s existing foot odor filled Katie’s senses – it too was stronger than anything Priya had emitted. Katie wanted to gag and wretch, but instead discovered the scent had an opposite effect. It seems through weeks and weeks of being Priya’s foot, the strong smell of foot odor – especially someone else’s, was inexplicably turning her on. Not that she had any way of relieving herself if she wanted to.

“No! No… not this. What is wrong with me? Isn’t this situation agonizing enough??”, Katie thought.

The heat inside the leather boot built up within seconds and Priya’s feet were responding fast. Already, beads of sweat were forming all over her sole. A large bead formed from the area of what would be Katie’s mouth, giving her an immensely potent taste of sweat and foot odor. Priya had not even stood up yet. The sweat was already forming a slippery layer around the surface of the boot’s insole. Priya rose to her feet and began walking. Due to the slipperiness and the fact that the boots were too big, Katie was scraped, back and forth across the insole, splashing through the pools of sweat and harshly smacking back down as the hard surface offered no give. It felt like being painfully fucked with every step.

Priya got in her Mercedes and headed downtown to meet her Tinder date. They had agreed to go clubbing together. It was going to be a long night.

Scrape. Scrape. Katie felt herself rubbing back and forth relentlessly over the hard insole of Amara’s boot. With every footfall, Priya’s weight impacted down, stretching the skin of her foot and slamming Katie down and forward. The insoles were completely coated with a (relative) inch deep of sweat. It was not unlike being forcibly pushed down the world’s most humiliating, dehumanizing, depraved slip and slide. Slam down – -stretch - slide forward – splash through foot sweat – lift back and peel off the insole – repeat. Each repeat of this cycle seemed to mentally reinforce Katie’s horrible fate. “You’re a foot. You’re a foot. You’re just Priya’s foot. Taste it. Smell it. Accept it. Embrace it. Your old life is gone.”

Through all this torture, Katie became furious with herself, as she continued to become mentally tortured by her circumstances. She recalled the initial encounter with the sisters, and one of the only sentences they ever spoke to her. ““Ha ha!” Amara, Priya’s sister began, “you will never get used to it… I’m assuming, of being Priya’s foot!

Was she right? She seemed to be taunting her, but maybe there was some truth to it. Maybe… no! Katie stopped herself. Still, she imagined Amara’s massive, beautiful face hovering over her. The power of her booming voice. The smell of her breath as it brushed off Priya’s sole. The accidental kiss she had planted. Katie yearned to see her again, and receive any kind of acknowledgement from her, or anyone really, as something other than a foot. Until now, she had never had this fact hammered into her quite to the extent as her current situation.

Slam. Slam. Slam. Priya’s footfalls were picking up speed and she seemed to be exerting more pressure into her steps. Katie guessed that Priya was in some sort of loud bar or nightclub, due to the muffled sound of loud dance music and people shouting conversation permeating through the leather boot. She could tell that Priya was speaking but couldn’t make out anything she was saying. Katie had never really been to a nightclub before and rarely went to bars. She wasn’t much for drinking and was too shy and unconfident to enjoy herself in such social situations, not that she had ever really had time if she wanted to. Her entire adult life was spent working endlessly toward her goal. Had she not crossed paths with Priya, she would most likely be getting settled into a high-paying job in her field by now.

Katie felt herself rapidly raise in altitude. The continuous slamming into the hard, sweat-soaked sole of the boot also suddenly ceased, giving her a much-needed moment of rest from the night’s relentless battering. More than ever before, a feeling of intense pain and pressure had built up inside Katie, like having a pounding headache except all over her “body”. It appears without any sock or soft insole to absorb the impact of Priya’s footfalls, pain and pressure building up in Priya’s foot was dramatically more intense than normal, and that pain was being transferred into Katie’s consciousness. No longer walking, the built-up pressure gradually began subsiding as the sole relaxed and released its tension. The sensation was almost soothing and pleasurable, and Katie wished it would last for a while, but it didn’t. Suddenly, the foot began rapidly shaking left and right. Having been lifted just enough off the insole to easily slide around, Katie’s face was forcibly smearing across the sweat-drenched insole. Friction began building up and Katie felt a burning sensation across her body.

Priya had taken a seat on barstool alongside her date. Waiting for their drinks, she chatted nervously with him. Tall, dark, and handsome, he had an intimidating presence despite being extremely polite and upbeat. Mostly, it was Priya’s own insecurities getting to her. Perhaps he didn’t feel she was good enough? While making idle conversation, Priya began shaking her foot absentmindedly due to nerves and her perceived awkwardness.

Her date took note of her fidgeting. His eyes lowered down to her leather boot-clad feet. Her legs were crossed with her right foot suspended in the air. Priya was nervously shaking it back and forth. Figuring it was up to him to ease the tension a bit and make her feel at ease by not calling attention to her shaking, the man decided to give her some compliments.

“You look beautiful tonight, Priya.”  She giggled and smiled. “Those are some nice boots, too. Where’d you get them?”

“Oh, well my sister lent them to me. They’re a bit big for me and are hurting my feet a lot. I kind of regret wearing them to be honest.”, Priya said, though mentally she noted that her right foot ached a lot less than her left foot.

The man perked up. “Well, not gonna lie, I think they’re pretty sexy.” Secretly, he had a thing for feet. Priya playfully nudged him with her right foot. She felt herself become at ease and began loosening up.

The pair chatted over drinks for some time until Priya realized she suddenly had to pee. She excused herself and retreated to the bathroom.

Katie had spent the time enjoying not being slammed into the hard sole and attempting to listen to their conversation. She couldn’t make out what the man was saying but could somewhat make out Priya’s responses as her voice reverberated through her body. The only thing she really learned was that Priya laughs nervously a lot around men and that the man’s name was Jeremy and he had a deep voice. She imagined what Jeremy might look like and imagined herself being the one on the date. How would she respond and act? It didn’t even matter though, did it? She was just a foot now. Her thoughts were once again brought to an abrupt halt as she felt herself plummet in altitude, followed by Priya’s entire weight slamming down on top of her.  The mechanical process of being slammed, scraped across the hard sole, peeled off, and repeated resumed.

Priya entered the bathroom. It was empty. She entered the largest stall at the end, closed the door, and sat down to relieve herself. Staring down at her boots, she remembered Jeremy mentioning how sexy they were. Perhaps wearing them was the right choice, but they were killing her, especially her left foot. Now would also be a good time to give her hot, sweaty feet a chance to cool off. She removed the left boot and brought her foot to her lap while still sitting on the toilet. The sole of her left foot was now a dark pink and completely soaked with sweat. A few points around her foot were rubbed raw. Using her breath, she blew air onto the sole to cool it off a bit. The combined stench of her own sweat with Amara’s existing smell wafted up from her foot back into her face. “You really need to wash your feet better, Amara.”, she said to herself, oblivious that her own feet were part of the problem. After massaging her left sole for a bit, she switched legs, bringing up her right foot.

Katie felt and heard a loud vibration reverberate through the boot. It was the sound of the zipper being undone. The sole of the shoe was pulled away from her view as the boot was pulled off. It had become so wet and humid inside that the mouth of the boot formed a suction which Priya had to forcibly pull from to free her foot. The foot popped up with a loud, wet “thwock” which created a noticeable change in air pressure on Katie. The boot was placed on the floor below, and the foot swung through the air rapidly, blasting Katie with much needed cold dry air and giving her a view of her location – a bathroom stall. Her view flipped upside down as Priya brought her right foot up and crossed it in her lap, placing it on her left thigh with the sole facing up at her. For the first time in ages, Priya was looking directly at Katie.

Just as before, Priya repeated the process of relieving her foot. Using her breath, she blew onto her soaked brownish pink sole to help cool it and dry it off. Her breath, which had a strong hint of fruity mixture and alcohol, engulfed Katie. Normally this would have been gross, but the slightly pungent smell of her warm, humid breath mixed with her alcoholic drink was a much desired change from the incredibly strong stench and taste of both Priya and her sister’s foot sweat that Katie had endured for the last several hours. Staring up at Priya’s puckered lips, Katie wished she could get sucked into them. Then she caught herself. “Wait, no… I want to return to my old self, not become part of this bitch’s mouth!”

The foot began to shift around as its captor examined it. As noted before, it ached far less than her other foot even though it was looking just as beat up. While shifting around, it became obvious that Priya was sitting over an unflushed toilet as Katie caught a glimpse of her public hair and uncovered hips. The scent of urine wafted up between Priya’s legs. Priya was unconcerned about flushing, she was trying to figure out why her right foot hurt so much less. Then, her eyes widened as she remembered. “Ooooh. Right.”  Placing her thumbs over her sole, she pressed them down and began rubbing the spot she had fused the girl at the park to weeks ago. Though not feeling much sensation, pleasant or otherwise, it was a different story for Katie, who was aching badly from the night’s extreme torment. This massage was the single most pleasurable thing she had experienced since becoming trapped.

Priya couldn’t really remember anything about the girl she had taken, as she hadn’t thought much about it since that day. She was white and blonde, perhaps? She recalled how Amara had informed her a few days later that they were right – the process does indeed render the subjects fully conscious. Perhaps it had been a little cruel to just use a random person instead of someone she felt deserved it, but Priya pushed those thoughts out of her head. She thought so highly of herself that she determined that being a passenger, anywhere, on her body, would be an acceptable life. For the first time ever, Priya addressed the girl directly.

“You are certainly taking quite the beating tonight, little one. It seems as though you absorb some of the pain from my foot.” she said, staring intently at her sole and tapping -the- spot. “This could be breakthrough information for my father’s company. I believe you have fulfilled a great purpose in life.” She pressed her giant thumbs into the girl for a few more seconds with a content smile on her face.

Katie could not even think clearly due to being filled with unimaginable rage. A rage which was only mocked as the giant, warm thumbs pleasurably rubbed up and down her frame, giving brief glimpses of her captor’s smiling, content face hover high above her. For whatever reason, this woman seemed to have absolutely no empathy and truly thought her prisoner enjoyed having their life ripped away so her foot could feel slightly better.

The foot flipped over once again and Katie plummeted to the tile below, slamming into it painfully. Its cold temperature shocked her senses.  Priya placed the boots back on her feet, wiped herself, flushed, and proceeded back to her date. She was hoping the night would end in a hookup.

The quiet hum of the Mercedes provided a much-needed relief from hours of blasting dance music. From inside the boot, Katie heard the two lovers discuss something as they left the club and began walking together but was unable to make out much of what was said other than ample amounts of shouts and giggle from Priya’s mouth. Now, way up above, Priya was gently humming along to some song playing softly on the radio. Katie felt “her” foot slowly apply pressure and release almost rhythmically, as the foot operated the gas pedal. Unlike footsteps, this movement proved to be almost therapeutic, like some sort of bizarre, sensual body massage. Occasionally the noise of the engine would quiet down and the boot would shift to the left and press down somewhat harder. While stopped, the foot gently scrunched and relaxed over and over and gently caressed the plastic sole. After the torturous night in the boot, for the first time ever Katie wanted to genuinely thank Priya for what she was doing. The sensual movement of her foot was different than anything she had experienced before, almost as if Priya was consciously thinking about her again and wanting her to feel good. Or, then again, maybe her foot just ached. Maybe she wasn’t thinking about the movement of her foot at all. There was no way to tell, really, but it was almost pleasurable, nonetheless.

The drive seemed to be longer in duration than earlier. Katie was so caught up in this moment of relative serenity that she wished they were driving to the state line. Although she was never able to fall asleep, or lose consciousness, she was in a zen-like state of mind… which, of course, was snapped away from her abruptly as she heard the car shut off, keys jingle, and the boot begin to shift around. Just a passenger on her body, Priya was always in control, and seemed to have a terrible habit of never, ever giving Katie an extended moment of peace, and keeping her in her forever hell.

Immediately, the foot began pounding into the ground once again. Katie was in mental anguish, mentally. There was a bit of hurry in her step. Priya’s voice greeted the familiar voice from earlier, her date, Jeremy. The sound of a door opening could be heard, followed by a few more steps into the house. The two murmured and stumbled around a bit. They were still slightly tipsy and probably shouldn’t have been driving.

After a few more moments of playful, unintelligible conversation above, the weight of the body above lifted off Katie, followed once again by the earth-shattering rumble of the boot’s zipper being yanked down. The sole of the boot pulled away from her view, followed by the same suction-like “thwock” sensation from the bathroom before. Priya had removed her right boot.

“I am so sorry, I really need to give my feet a rest. These boots were a bad idea and my feet have been sweating all night!” She proceeded to remove her left foot and slammed both feet into the cold tile floor below, then leaned forward in her chair, using her hands to gently rub both soles.

 Katie did not recognize the floor tile, and she had grown very acquainted with the floors in Priya’s house, as Priya usually walked through her house barefoot. Her suspicion was correct, she had gone to Jeremy’s house. They were probably going to fuck.

A pungent aroma of vinegar and body odor radiated from Priya’s clearly sweaty and beat up feet. Jeremy took quick notice of them. He had a raging foot phobia, and scanning Priya’s feet, they were gross yet beautiful. Like most men, he was willing to pit up with them if it meant getting in her pants!

“Jeremy, can you PLEASE rub my feet? They need it!”, Priya expected him to do anything for her, most people did. In truth, they weren’t hurting that bad anymore, she was just tired of how much they were sweating in Amara’s boots. However, this man was so handsome and sexy, she was eager to test his limits.

“… Um… Ok. Here, let’s go over to the couch.” The two walked over to a large sofa in front of a massive television. Jeremy instructed Priya to lie down on the couch and he took a seat at the end where her feet were resting.

Katie whipped through the air as the legs above her whipped into position. No longer looking at the floor, she had a limited view of Jeremy’s living quarters. Like Priya, he appeared to be well off, with fancy decorations and expensive electronics everywhere. His face came into Katie’s view. He appeared to be in his late 20’s, dark complexion, chiseled jaw, well-manicured beard… “I… guess I’ll start like this.”, he spoke. Deep voice, too. The whole package. She lifted her legs up, allowing for him to sit down. Then, grabbing her right leg, he brought her right foot up to his face.

“You’ve got a girl who would never have a chance with you in your hand, for starters,” thought Katie. She wondered if he had worked for the life he has, or if, like Priya, it was inherited from his family. “I bet you didn’t bust your ass your whole life like I did,”, she added to her internal speech.

Jeremy was constantly fighting a gag reflex as he examined Priya’s sole intently, trying to mask the alarm bells going off in his mind. Although somewhat battered from the long night in those boots, her soles were long, shapely, curvy, and had a high arch. Her toes were long, with her big toe having a notably long and wide girth to it. A layer of drying sweat coated them, which of course he did not mind. And the smell… it permeated his senses… it was awful.

Priya smirked at how enamored Jeremy apparently was with her feet. “Well? Are you going to give me a massage or just look at them?”, she prodded, playfully.

“Sorry! I zoned out for a moment there!”, Jeremy responded, attempting to save face.

“Most people can’t stand the smell of my feet”, Priya teased. Thinking of Katie, locked in her foot prison, she felt a thrill of pleasure, at knowing that she hated it. She was fairly confident that he had a foot phobia as well!

Jeremy played both hands around her right foot and began kneading her sole with his thumbs, visibly wincing at the smell. Starting with the big toe, he began making his way down toward the heel.

Katie observed the man’s two giant hands reach above her field of vision and begin manipulating the flesh above her. The sole twitched in response. The giant thumbs descended lower until they were just above Katie’s head.  He paused. The thumbs pulled away, replaced with giant fingertips, which began rapidly gently caressing Katie’s entire form. He was tickling her foot. This was the first time the foot had been tickled since being a part of it, and it felt, to Katie, surprisingly wonderful. The rapid sensual touch from a beautiful man way out of her league was making her horny, and although there was nothing that could be done about it, she did not want this sensation to stop. But of course –

“Stop it!”, Priya shouted. “Do it right!” Kicking her foot away from his grip, it gently careened into his face and caressed his cheek. His coarse stubble scraped across Katie, which hurt somewhat, but also made her yearn to be able to switch places with Priya.

“Alright, fine, sorry.”, Jeremy replied. He acted ashamed, but he knew what he was doing. Both his hands clasped Priya’s right foot again and the kneading resumed.

Both thumbs were placed directly onto Katie, and they pressed down – hard. Unexpectedly, this created waves of intense pain shooting into her. She screamed for him to stop, albeit mentally.

“Ooh, yes. That spot. Right there!”, Priya cooed. “That feels so good, continue doing that.”

Jeremy continued to knead the upper center of Priya’s right sole as she requested, gradually applying more pressure over the course of several minutes. Katie was in total agony and couldn’t comprehend why this was hurting so significantly more than other contact she had endured. Apparently, she absorbed most of the pain from the foot itself… somehow this massage was channeling all feeling into her? She wondered if Priya thought she was doing her captor a favor… or again, if she was even thinking about her at all.

The massaging hit the ten-minute mark and Priya was beginning to get bored with it. Jeremy released his grip from her right foot and diverted his attention to her left foot. Her right foot came to rest in his lap, resting on something hard protruding up through his pants. His erection. Priya smirked as her suspicion was confirmed, he did indeed have a foot fetish. She was going to have some fun with it. Pressing her foot down onto it, she caressed it through the pant material as he worked on her left foot.

The pants material rubbed harshly against Katie, creating heat and friction. As pressure was applied to the foot, she was able to feel the cushiony give of the hardening shaft below. Inexplicably turned on by the situation, Katie began to feel like she was a part of this, almost as if her and Priya were a team and their goal was to satisfy this man. “Come on, Priya, let’s work it, let’s rub this cock!”, she thought.

Priya moved her foot to the waistband of Jeremy’s pants and started playfully inserting it underneath. Using her long, slender toes, she wiggled them, attempting to reach for Jeremy’s shaft.

Katie slid around on the man’s hot skin, being shoved deeper into the darkness. A musky, salty smell was emitting from deep within his boxers.

Both women were filled with anticipation, and Jeremy knew what to do next. Without missing a beat, he continued to massage her left foot with his right hand and undid his pants with his left hand. His left hand pulled out his hardening member.

Instinctively, Priya placed her sole on top of it and began rubbing.

The hot, sticky, elastic skin of the underside of his shaft pressed into Katie. She wished she had a mouth and arms to touch it but could only passively enjoy it. At least she still had her senses. The skin stayed in place below her as the foot maneuvered up and down. The skin finally became taut as the cock reached full hardness. Lost in the moment. Katie felt like she was fucking Jeremy. “Yes, don’t stop Priya… don’t stop.”

Done messing around, he discontinued the massage and used both hands to point his hard member vertically. Muttering an impressed sounding “wow”, she pulled her feet away, inadvertently giving Katie a full view of it. It was certainly much bigger than anything Katie had been with in her life. She placed her right foot vertically parallel to it. “My feet are still bigger though!”

“Not by much!”, Jeremy retorted.

Priya placed both soles around his shaft and began pumping. It wasn’t particularly enjoyable to her, but she wanted to please him as a thank you.

Katie, on the other hand, was fully embracing the situation. She wanted to make him cum more than anything. She assumed Priya wanted the same. That they were working together. The pumps accelerated faster and faster. Any minute now.

Jeremy stopped her. “Let’s take this into the bedroom.” Priya nodded in agreement.

“What?? No!! What the fuck!”, thought Katie. She was removed from the giant cock and slammed into the cold floor once more. The two romped quickly to his bedroom. The sound of Jeremy stumbling around tearing off his clothes could be heard in between Priya hopping around, desperately trying to undress herself as fast as possible. The tight shorts and black lacy underwear, which felt like days since Katie had seen them before, slipped past her. “Her” foot was used to kick them away. Back to hell for poor Katie!

Both now fully naked, Priya embraced Jeremy and they tumbled onto his kind sized mattress and began furiously and passionately going at it. Priya climbed on top and proceeded to ride Jeremy with her legs folded behind her with her feet facing up.

Just moments ago, Katie felt like she was part of the action, like they were a team, and she mattered, even a little. Now, once again Priya’s plump, beautiful ass was bouncing up and down above her, a harsh reminder of her place in the world. The bouncing grew more intense, as the ground below Katie began bouncing as well, the springs of the mattress squeaking and groaning loudly, her round ass jiggling harder and harder. Katie wondered what unimaginable pleasure Priya must be feeling, taking this beautiful man’s giant cock. Priya emitted obnoxious uncontrolled moans of ecstasy, as if answering Katie’s question. Wallowing in self pity, Katie knew she would never feel that joy again.

The bouncing came to a halt and the two furiously flipped around. Priya laid on her back, legs in air. Jeremy assumed the missionary position and began pounding away. The intense pounding, bouncing, mattress squeaking, and moaning continued.

Katie was now being swung through the air, giving a chance to examine the surroundings once again. This bed had several mirrors around it. One above, another at the headrest and footboard. She heard Priya shriek. Her legs pointed straight up. Through the reflection on the ceiling, she saw the beautiful intertwined bodies of the two lovers going at it. Then, something else dawned on her – she could see herself. Or, her foot self. This was the first time she had seen her reflection in her new form. Her heart sank. She realized how separated she was from the act of passion being committed below her.

Suddenly both legs came slamming down into the mattress. Her feet were now just inches from the mirror situated on the bed’s footboard. Katie stared intently at herself, now able to see every detail of Priya’s foot clearly.  There was no visible trace of her. Only brown-ish pink sweaty, plump flesh. Her mind drifted away from the current action happening completely as she thought about her past life, her friends, her family… what had she done to deserve this cruel fate?

Priya let out one final ear shattering squeal and scrunched her toes, snapping Katie out of her thought bubble and back to her hellish reality. Involuntarily contorting and shifting from the ecstasy of her incredible orgasm, Priya slammed her foot into the mirror on the baseboard, rubbing Katie’s face in her own misery as she experienced overwhelming pleasure.

Apparently having incredible stamina, Jeremy was not yet done. He hopped off the bed and stood at the side, pulling Priya’s feet to his still hard cock once again. The two feet furiously worked to finish him off.

“Ohh yes, keep going, I’m gonna cum.”

Upon reaching his climax, Priya cupped her feet at the end of his cock to catch all his cum.

The head of the huge member aimed directly and Katie and unloaded. The hot cum smacked into her like a firehose and assaulted her senses with its heat, taste, and smell. Two… three… four.. five… six.. seven bursts. They kept coming until Priya’s soles were completely coated. Priya rubbed her soles together to spread his seed more evenly. Katie felt herself rolling through layers of hot semen as she slid across the surface of Priya’s other sole.

The two lovers collapsed back onto the bed and embraced each other, catching their breath and releasing sighs of incredible relief. They continued to talk sweet nothings to each other for a while before gentle dozing off into a wonderful sleep.

Katie was facing her reflection in the footboard mirror once again. Now violated and coated with a giant man’s drying cum, she somehow felt lower than ever before. She couldn’t believe that moments earlier she was stupid enough to believe Priya was treating her like part of the action. She would be forced to stare at her own reflection until morning while the lovers slept soundly.

Jeremy awoke from a deep, satisfying sleep. Light poured in through the window. He checked the clock – 7:30 am. He looked to his left. To his surprise, his date, Priya, was still by his side, still in a heavy sleep and breathing slowly and deeply, laying on her side facing away from him. Both had passed out not long after their vigorous and involved sexual counter last night. He was used to the women he brought home slipping out during the night, but Priya had apparently enjoyed herself enough to stay. Jeremy rolled onto his side so he could face her and sat for a few moments, admiring her sexy curves. Her firm, bubble-like ass was aimed directly at his crotch. Beginning to get erect from looking at it, he wanted badly to embrace her again and just start going at it but knew he should be a gentleman and let her rest. “No, no. I’ll make her breakfast instead. Gotta impress her, maybe she’s a keeper.”, he thought to himself.

He brushed her long, thick, black hair to the side, gave her a gentle kiss on the neck, and stood up out of bed. Although the sight of her exposed naked backside was enticing, he pulled the blanket up to her shoulders, in doing so, exposing her feet at the end of the bed.

Katie’s view was yanked from darkness into the bright morning light. Against the window to the right of the bed, she could see the silhouette of Jeremy, his godlike frame towering over the bed, his erect member standing tall and proud.

Jeremy fought his gag reflex as the stench from Priya’s soles wafted up. “Gross.”, he said, under his breath.

“Like yours are a basket of roses!” thought Katie, mentally rolling her eyes. Though, strangely enough, she felt (very) marginally better about her situation knowing that the foot she was attached to was acknowledged. What she really wanted as she gazed into his eyes, him not knowing she was even there, was in that moment to magically switch places with Priya so she could fuck him.

Jeremy stood up again and continued toward the dresser to put on some boxers. Tripping over something on the floor and stumbling, he looked down to see what it was. It was Priya’s stuff. He glanced over at her – she did not stir; he had not woken her up. He had tripped over her boots and knocked her purse over onto its side, spilling out some of its contents. “Shit.”, he whispered. He bent down to put the items back in. The last item in particular caught his attention. It was in the form of a handgun, only made of grey plastic and not much bigger than his hand. Swooping it up and spinning around to examine it, he determined that it did not shoot bullets due to the sci-fi like barrel. Perhaps it was a novelty laser pointer? Pointing it at his free hand, he pulled the trigger, hoping to see a red dot hit his palm.

Instead, a wave of intense energy shot into him. His entire body felt like it lit up with electricity, rendering him immobile. After a few seconds of energy from the device funneling into him, he felt himself rapidly reduce in size, followed by hovering in the air at what would have been his center of mass for a moment. The energy stopped, as he was now too small to have been holding the trigger. Then, his stomach dropped as he fell simultaneously with the device. It landed conveniently back into Priya’s open purse. He, on the other hand, was headed directly for Priya’s right boot, unzipped and waiting on the ground like a giant mouth waiting to swallow him. He smacked into the hard sole, causing intense pain to shoot through his body, though surprisingly not seriously injuring him. His momentum continued as he slid on the hard, slippery surface into the depths of the leather prison.

Katie witnessed a quick flash of light followed by a clashing sound, then silence. She found herself feeling worried for Jeremy. She had a good idea of what that light was, as she had also seen that light back when she shrunk. “Oh no!” Katie thought. Then a brief thought flashed through her mind, “maybe she eventually might get some company!” There was no way for her to help him or do anything, anyway.

Jeremy tried to collect himself but began to panic. “Shit, oh shit.” “Priya!! Help!!!” He yelled at the top of his lungs. His voice was not strong enough to even fill the inside of the boot, however, as there were no echoes reverberating back at him. He ran to the walls of the boot and attempted to climb out. Unfortunately, there wasn’t much of anything to grip onto, the leather was too smooth. He slid back down to the center of the hard, slippery insole. There was no way out of the boot at this size. He would wait for her to put the boot back on and try to get her attention.  Satisfied with his plan, he laid down and decided to take in his surroundings. Then it dawned on him – he was in Priya’s boot! The worst place for a man with a raging foot fetish to end up. He breathed in the humid, strong musky scent of the boot, making him feel even more nauseous. Priya’s foot would be massive compared to him. In fact, once she finds him, maybe she’ll have some fun with this! “Isn’t being shrunk like a fetish or something to some people?”, he thought. “Boy, would they be jealous.” He laid down on the dried sweat-covered surface and waited for his date to wake up.

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Priya opened her eyes slowly, her eyesight blurry and adjusting to the morning light flooding in.  She had just experienced the best night’s sleep in months, due in part surely to the incredible ecstasy experienced during sex last night. He surveyed her surroundings, forgetting where she was for a moment in her morning daze. Then she remembered. Jeremy. Duh. Where was he? He wasn’t next to her. She checked the time – 9:30. Perhaps he had left for work? Though it was strange that he would leave without waking her up and escorting her out. Priya yawned and performed a satisfying stretch of her body, contorting across the soft mattress, and scrunching her toes hard.

Katie felt herself compact in on herself as the wrinkles of the foot sole folded her in on herself. Still coated in dried sweat and cum, she could feel how filthy and clammy the foot skin was. Priya suddenly released the tension on her foot and Katie snapped back to her normal form, followed by the familiar swinging through the air and slamming into the cold ground below.

Priya stood up and paused to admire her naked self in one of Jeremy’s many mirrors. Though dirty, sweaty, and disheveled hair, she loved how hot she still looked. Her eyes caught a very, very subtle blemish on her left breast.  “Hmm, perhaps I should shrink more people for my body.”, she thought. In theory, with enough people, she could achieve perfect skin.

Without bothering to put on any clothes, she proceeded to roam the house, calling for her lover. After looking through each room, she confirmed that he had in fact left, which both confused her yet pleased her that he trusted her that much already. Priya decided she better get going and returned to the bedroom to get dressed and grab her things.

Finding that he had dosed off, Jeremy was jolted awake by the sound of rustling outside the boot. She’s awake! Finally! He ran to the heel section and cranked his head up, staring out of the slit of the undone zipper. He could see Priya towering above him. He found himself stunned by her sheer size. It did not dawn on him until now just how big she would be compared to him. Her smooth, slender, shapely legs rose up and up to the height of massive skyscrapers, only to be capped off with her perfect ass he had been admiring all night. She bent down to grab something, causing her titanic breasts to swing freely over the boot. She grabbed her black lacy panties and slipped them over her feet. Apparently not entirely awake, she stumbled, nearly falling to the ground. She stopped herself just shy of falling onto her ass by spreading her legs wide. Briefly, her gigantic pussy was spread directly over the mouth of the boot containing Jeremy.

“Holy shit.”, Jeremy said, breathing heavily. Her tight pussy alone was over 10 times bigger than him.

Priya stood up again and now successfully pulled her underwear on, snapping it against her ass as she let go. She was almost fully dressed again. She grabbed the leather boots and sat on the side of the bed to put them on.

Jeremy watched Priya’s giant hand descend to the mouth of the boot and grab it. “Oh shit. Priya!! Help!!!” He yelled again, just in case, but it was useless. Jeremy fell onto his ass as the boot was lifted into the air and swung around. It came to a hard slam down and he heard the familiar sound of his mattress squeaking as Priya sat down. He had to act now. Her giant fingers emerged through the opening and spread it apart. The entire length of her shins could be seen descending upward, with her face leaning down as she looked at the boot. Her messy hair dangled down around her face. Jeremy stood at the heel again, jumping up and down, waving his arms, and screaming. It still didn’t work, it was too dark inside the boot for her to see him, if she was even paying that close of attention to begin with. Time for plan B. Jeremy ran to the toe section. Thankfully, Priya was moving sluggishly, because it was a much further run than he anticipated. He reached the other end where a dip could be felt indicating where the big toe typically fell. Here, he would be safe from being crushed and could punch and pinch her toes to get her attention.

The mouth of the boot stretched and groaned as Priya finally inserted her right foot into the boot. Her giant, long, slender toes appeared, wiggling as they began squeezing their way in. They approached closer and closer but stopped just short of his location. Apparently, these boots were slightly too big for Priya’s feet. The odor of her womanly body odor combined with his own dried spunk filled the air. His plan proved to be ill-advised. Priya pointed her right foot upward so she could reach the zipper. Jeremy slid toward her toes, attempting to grab onto her flesh to stop his momentum, which unfortunately failed. He instead slid past them, down to the upper center of Priya’s sole where he came to a stop.

Katie sighed as she returned to the torturous conditions of the boot. She prayed that Priya would go straight home and return the boots to her sister. Suddenly, Katie was startled out of her defeated daze when, of all things, a shrunken Jeremy slid down into her view, coming to a rest perfectly aligned below her “body.”  “Holy shit!!”, Katie thought. She put two and two together and realized that the noise she heard earlier was Jeremy shrinking himself. Did he enter the boot on purpose? Based on the look on his face, no – he was terrified, and screaming at the top of his lungs.

Satisfied with the positioning of her foot, Priya yanked the boot zipper up, tightening the leather seal around her foot, securing it in place.

Katie felt herself forced down into Jeremy’s body. Her eyesight was directly aligned with his face. It was completely surreal to have another human the same size as her touching her in such an intimate way. He had tears running down his face and was screaming for Priya to help him, as any minute she would be standing up. Katie began panicking too – this man did not deserve to die under her foot, and she didn’t want to endure his demise face first. She screamed internally – “Priya, you oblivious bitch! Take off your boot!!”

Naturally, Priya didn’t listen. She never did. She couldn’t hear either of them, of course. She grabbed her purse and stood up.

Katie felt herself pressing harder and harder into Jeremy’s body. “No!! Help!!!” one screamed, and the other thought. Jeremy winced as he prepared for the inevitable.