Dianne looked down at her black
manicured nail on her thumb, and in the dim light of the fire, it
almost looked like she was simply pressing her thumb into her finger,
not holding anything at all. Yet as she held her thumb and finger
together she could feel the tiny mans movements against the soft skin
of her fingers. He pressed him into the side of her big toe on her
foot, on the leg that hung crossed over her other leg. Every time
he drew breath, she could feel his tiny body expanding, like a small
grape slowly being inflated.
She bit her lip as she felt his teeth
dig into the callus on the side of her toe. Even though most of the
skin was dead, she could still feel it slightly if she focused on it,
the tiny nibbles tickling her foot. It felt good, but not in a way
that was specifically pleasurable, more like it was satisfying to
feel, knowing that he was helping get rid of the nastier bits of skin
that she would normally have to use a pedegg or pedicure to rub away.
At first, she was disgusted by it, but
the more she watched and felt, the less it really bothered her. She
was sure he was enjoying it, after all. Now, a few minutes into Mark
biting at her skin and thinking about it, she realized she could
really get used to it. She imagined watching a movie on her couch,
with Mark up on her Ottoman, nibbling away at the dead skin on her
feet, another chore wouldn't have to take care of, not wasting money
on foot or and contributing to a larger climate footprint. Something
she could feel good about.
She watched as Mark took another bite,
at first almost gagging in her mouth as she imagined what it must
have been like as he slowly chewed at the bit of dead skin, before
she shifted her focus. She could barely feel his muscles as he
moved, and almost could feel him as he swallowed, like his little
body was expanding to retain the skin. But this time, it seemed like
it was taking longer for him to chew, like he was slowing down. But
each time he took a bite and swallowed, she felt a strange
satisfaction, like a little bit more of a job getting done.
Dianne spoke to him in a soft, gentle
voice.
“Hey there, my tiny little man. How
are you doing?”
She continued to stare at the tiny, the
little boys face still pressed into the side of the callus on her
toe. He didn't look up when he spoke, instead continuing to stare at
the callus. She watched him pause, before swallowing the last bit in
his mouth, before he spoke.
“I-I-I'm...” He stuttered, much to
the delight of Dianne. She thought it was cute.
“I'm thirsty” He managed to say
after pausing to clear his mouth of any remaining bits of dirt or
skin that stuck in there.
Dianne smiled, almost delighted. This
time, she didn't need for Sarah to tell her what to do. She was
looking forward to this deliberately. For some reason, the idea of
the tiny man living off of her body thrilled her. It made her feel
almost motherly, or something of the sort. Being so valuable to a
little person that depends on everything from her gave her a strange
sense of purpose, and power.
She lowered the little man to the
ground, gently dumping him into the sand by her bare left foot,
before uncrossing her leg, bringing down her right foot nearly
directly down on top of him. The foot landed directly next to him,
causing a puff of sand to erupt from the ground. For Mark, it was
like an explosion, shifting the sand below him and showering him in
dirt, sinking him slightly into the sand beneath.
Watching the little man be knocked into
the sand caused her to giggle, and she continued to stare at him as
he struggled to stand up.
“I'm sorry little guy. I totally
forgot how thirsty you must be, you haven't had anything all day”
She said, before thinking about the liquid in Sarah's boot, and
wondering how much of that he must have drank, before shifting her
eyes back down to the man next to her foot.
“I'll take care of you, don't worry”
She said, smiling. She then took her hand, and pointed down to the
gap between her big and second toe.
“Get in between my toes little
one”
Mark looked up at her for just a
second, before she watched him slowly make his way through the sand
around her big toe. The sand made it look like he was walking
through snow, slowly trudging like each step took great effort. As
he rounded the tip of her big toe, he seemed to lose his balance,
sticking out his arm to stabilize himself against the side of her
toe. She felt his tiny hands against the tip of her toe, sending a
slight tickle up her skin and towards her ankle, and she reflexively
twitched her toe upward, the sudden movement sending the tip of her
toe directly into the side of the little man, knocking him in chest
and throwing him the ground.
Dianne couldn't help but laugh as she
watched the little man fall in a heap in the sand, his tiny chest
rapidly moving in and out. She didn't realize it, but she had just
knocked the air out of him.
“Ohhh I'm soooo sorry little guy, but
that tickles!” She said, giggling.
The little man continued to breathe
rapidly, but he didn't need to be told twice, and she watched as he
slowly pulled himself back up, before laboriously making his way back
towards her big toe. She watched as he warily stared at it, moving
slower and more hesitantly as he passed by the tip of her big toe and
moved into the gap between her toes.
“Don't worry, I'll try not to do that
again” She said, before giggling.
He slowly trudged forward between the
sandy gap of sand between her toes, before eventually he neared the
web between her toes, the thing thick with sand.
Dianne
smiled before she spoke again.
“Ok sweety. Now put your face on the
web between my toes, and open your mouth”
The little man looked at the web
between her toes, before slowly bringing his face forward. Just as
he neared it he hesitated, nervous of Dianne reaction before his lips
touched the sandy gap of skin between them.
Dianne could barely feel it as he did,
the sand covering her toes preventing most of her skin from touching
his face. It was a slight pressure, his face shifting some of the
sand and causing it to roll down to the ground, causing a slight
tickle. She did her best now to not move her foot, but she couldn't
help it as she lifted her toes slightly, the web of her skin lifting
as well and pushing the sandy gap between her toes into his mouth.
It didn't knock him over, but it caused him to cough, but the little
man didn't do anything else, obediently keeping his mouth open
against the the web of sandy flesh between her toes.
“Good, little guy. Now, get ready!”
Dianne pursed her mouth and leaned
forward, bringing the saliva back and forth between her teeth until
she felt a sufficient glob of it washing through her teeth and over
her tongue. She then leaned forward, grabbing at some of her her
hair to move it away from her face, aiming for the gap of skin
between her toes.
Opening her mouth, she watched as spit
emerged from between her lips, before the glob slowly stretching as
it began to fall down toward her foot allowing her to aim it better.
It suddenly broke from her mouth, landing with a smack against the
top of her foot, just before the gap between her toes.
She smiled. “Bottoms up little guy!”
The spit slowly flowed down her foot,
towards the gap between her toes. She watched in fascination as it
moved, the spit rolling over the sand and dirt on her skin, the
particulates sticking into the spit. She felt it distinctly as it
neared the gap between her toes, before it flowed into the channel.
And then, it hit him, the spit
impacting the little mans face before rolling over top of him, soon
completely covering him in the thick, viscous liquid. She watched as
the little tried to drink it, before it pushed him backwards, down
into the sand, and she couldn't help but giggle as she watched him
struggle to free himself from the viscous liquid that filled the gap
between her sandy toes. For a few seconds, he was completely
submerged. From Dianne's perspective he looked blurry, like she was
watching him under a pool of water, the spit bubbly and slightly
brown from sand.
Soon, his head emerged from the pool of
saliva, his face completely coated in the liquid. She watched as his
tiny arms popped out from the spit after, his hands rubbing against
his face to get the liquid off his mouth and nose. But the spit was
thick, and no matter how much he wiped, there would be more sticking
to him from his hands, globing to his face, and as his motions became
more frantic Dianne couldn't help but laugh.
“Oops – guess I gave you a little
more than you can handle!”
The little man continued to struggle,
but as time went on she watched him moving less and less. He was
drowning in her spit, she realized, and for a moment, she hesitated,
contemplating whether or not she should help him.
Oh my god
She thought to herself. Just a little of my spit is enough
to end him.
But instead, she
quickly reached down, pulling him up from the gooey mess, and heard
him gasping for air from between her fingers, the spit still pouring
off his hair and skin over his face, like ice cream melting on a hot
day.
“So, how was it?”
She said, using her thumb to wipe the spit back and forth over him,
occasionally pushing into his face and mouth and causing him to cough
as her thumb went back down over his chest, before she felt his
little flaccid johnson being pushed back and forth between the the
spit and her thumb.
She paused to
listen to the little man gasp, before she watched his mouth open once
more.
“I-i-it...” He
stammered, much to the delight of Dianne. “It's delicious...
t-t-t-thank you”
Dianne couldn't
help but smile.
“No problem
sweety. I'm glad you like it. I think these will be the mainstay
of your diet” She said, before smiling again, and bringing her
thumb and finger which gripped mark back down to the wet, sandy gap
of spit between her toes, holding him upside down.
“Drink up!” She
giggled, before pushing his face back into the spit between her toes.
She could feel his little mouth and tongue through the spit,
tickling her skin as he gulped and gulped the warm gooey, bubbly mess
between her toes, the spit dragging the dirt and sand with it as
flowed freely into his mouth and down his throat, before she slowly
dragged him along the edge of her wet sandy toes, using his head as a
sponge to clean her skin, the whole experience sending a pleasurable
tickle up her foot.
Oh yes
She thought to herself.
I
could get used to this...
***
I
was once again drowning as I was pushed head first into the gap of
spit covered skin between her toes. My mouth was open as I
obediently tried to swallow as much as I could, terrified of the
punishment if I didn't, even though I couldn't breathe. I could
barely tell what was happening, but I could feel my face being
dragged along the wet sandy skin, the sand digging into my face or
slipping into my mouth before getting smeared across me as I
continued to be dragged along her skin, each groove of flesh distinct
on my face as I was pushed into her soft wet flesh, before the
direction would suddenly change, and the skin on my face would be
pulled the opposite direction.
The
spit was warm and tasted like dirt, but was otherwise unremarkable,
especially as I got more and more lightheaded. I was must less
concerned with the disgusting experience than I was with my lungs
burning for air.
Then I
heard a shlurp and a pop, and the could once again feel the cold air,
my naked body already soaking wet, leaving me freezing, everything a
blur, before I could feel myself falling, landing with a thud on the
now familiar skin of the giantess. As I rubbed my face to clear the
spit from my eyes, gasping for air, I could see where I was, placed
on the top of Dianne's foot, her huge black toenails glimmering from
the fires light below me, the sand and giant fire beyond looking like
a forest on fire.
Dianne's
voice boomed from above me.
“So,
what do you think about your new diet?”
Her
foot vibrated as she spoke, and I realized I was trembling, from both
the cold and terror of the living land below me and the goddess above
me. I nervously looked up, to see where the voice was coming from,
tracing my eyes up the brown skin of a leg the loomed above me like a
building, before it bent at her knee, with blackness only above it.
I
struggled looking at the darkness above me, but in the dim light from
the fire it was hard to see if there was anything there, and I wasn't
sure if the slight glimmer I saw was the dark amorphous shape of a
face and her eyes, or clouds and stars in the sky.
“I
l-l-loved it, g-g-goddess” I found myself stammering, my body in
some kind strange autopilot, almost like I was watching myself speak
and move.
Of
course, I didn't love it. My stomach churned and I felt nauseous
from the dead skin I had eaten, yet I did everything I could to not
prevent myself from throwing up, having no doubt in my mind that if I
did I might offend Dianne, and worse, invoke the wrath of Sarah.
“Great!”
Dianne boomed, her giggles erupting from the sky sounding like a
strange female thunder, her foot shaking and causing sand to roll
down from above me as I lie against the top of her foot, as I
hugged it for the warmth in provided.
“Would
you like some more?”
I
was terrified to answer, but I did not want any more. If I did, I
wasn't sure if I would puke.
“N-n-no
th-thank you, goddess. I'm f-f-full”
There
seemed to be silence and I nearly panicked.
“It
was r-r-really really good though, g-goddess. Th-thank you v-very
much”
Dianne's
booming giggles seemed to be satisfied with my answer.
“No
problem, sweety. I'm glad you love it, you'll have some more
tomorrow morning”
She boomed.
The
living land below me suddenly shifted upward, and I felt myself
thrown slightly into the air before landing back down on the skin
lower down her foot, the slope now sharper as the back of her foot
lifted into the air. I rolled down the top of her skin, and as I
neared the top of her toes I felt the warm wetness of her skin as I
rolled across the top of of her toes, the wet hairs sticking to me
for a second like seaweed before I rolled across the top of her hard
nails and fell to the sand below with a thud.
I heard Dianne's godlike voice from above me.
“I'm going to
get some food ready for dinner. Watch Mark for me?”
As
I gathered my breath from the tumble down the slope that was her
foot, I looked up and watched the tip of her toes lift into the air,
shifting slightly forward and pausing over me, sand falling from the
bottom of her toes as I stared upward, making it difficult to see.
She shifted her toes slightly, almost like they were waving, the sand
and dirt now falling freely as they slid between her toes and were
flung from the bottom of them. A large bit hit me in the face and
blinded me as she did, and I found myself coughing, struggling to
breathe as I tried to get the sand from my eyes. I'm not sure how
long it took before I did, but as I opened my eyes again, the dark
brown skin of Dianne's foot and leg were gone, instead replaced by
the pale, more bulbous white tipped toes of Sarah.
I
was hit with a wave of dread before Sarah's voice thundered over me,
her toes slightly dug into the sand but otherwise calm, her whole
foot looking like I was lying in front of a bus.
“Alright, bug.
Now it's my turn” She
boomed, her voice so calm and sharp it made it even more frightening.
I
trembled on the ground at the pale foot and leg that ascended into
the black sky. As I looked up, I could see the vague dark outline of
what could have been a cloud. At first I thought it was a trick of
my eyes, but it seemed like it was getting bigger, until I could the
see a pale white fleck of skin emerge from the darkness, before it
continued to lower, revealing a nose, and then the rest of her pale,
pretty face. It descended over me like an enormous spaceship, yet
was utterly silent, her red lips sharply juxtaposed against her pale
skin, her golden hair seeming to sway along the edge of her face like
some type of strange molten liquid. Her pale blue eyes were locked
on me, and she almost looked disinterested.
Then
her rid lips began to shift before I could see a cheek puff out,
before the other one did, and the sound of her swishing the spit in
her mouth became audible even to me. Then her lips parted slightly,
the glob of spit peaking out of her mouth, and for a second it almost
looked like she was a momma bird ready to feed her chicks. But
before I knew what was happening, the spit drooped out lower, the
liquid almost looking like a strange giant icicle before it feel free
from her mouth.
SPLAT
The
warm spit slammed into me, knocking me hard into the ground. It was
dizzying, and before I could knew what was happening, I once again
realized I was drowning. I struggled in the sand underneath the spit
to free myself, the warm viscous liquid wrapping every inch of my
body, the thing almost feeling like loose warm syrup and I fought
against the heavy weight of the liquid.
But
even beneath the liquid, and in the panic of drowning, I could sense
the light dim from above me. As I fought to free myself I could see
up through the spit. There was the blurred, amorphous outline of
what appeared to be large pale wall, before I could see the rough
calloused swirls of skin that created layers of hardened bits of dead
flesh that was the ball of her foot, before the whole thing fell down
on me like a building collapsing.
BOOOOM