Author: Micro Imperator (LittlePrince)
I am an ant. Well, I was an ant. I don't know what I am now.
The day started just like any other, tracking the scent of decaying matter that could be of use to the colony fungus farm. I wandered aimlessly for a while, leaving a pheromone trail to follow back home. I'd reinforce it if I found anything so the others could help bring it back, but the pickings seemed slim right now. Eventually, I found a mass of bird shit. The amorphous mass had little structure, but the heavy smell of nitrate and the bright white color told me exactly where it had come from. As I lifted a mandibleful, I regarded with disgust that this may have once been a fellow colony member. Pecked up and passed through avian digestion alive; first ground to powder by the bird's powerful gizzard, bathed in stomach acid to be broken down further, then the resulting slush picked through by probing intestinal villa until being squeezed out a feathery cloaca into a pile on the ground. Certainly not a pretty way to go. But even now in death, she would be of use to the colony. It's what she would have wanted.
As I began to retrace my steps and mark the trail for the others, I noticed the ground begin to tremble. It didn't faze me much at first. Most larger animals would shake the earth with their lumbering steps. The animals to worry about were the smaller ones, to which I might actually provide a meaningful amount of calories. Something that big would simply pass me by in search of bigger game. It was when the intensity increased that I began to worry.
The gait was obviously from something two legged; likely a human. But why is a human straying so far off of the human trail? I typically crossed that hard, barren landscape only to reach the dirt on the other side, or to scavenge a crushed corpse of some other bug unlucky enough to be caught by a careless shoe. I had no more time to think as the human appeared before me.
The titanic woman stood 500 times my height, with her airy blue sundress shifting as with each step her legs moved an impossible amount of toned flesh. The biggest creature I had ever seen this close was a raccoon, and even that was mesmerizing to witness. Without any fur obscuring her form, I could watch every muscle flex and witness every jiggle of her plentiful breasts and soft tummy. Her eyes were closed seemingly in pleasure, lightly obscured by loose strands of long brunette hair. But the most striking feature to me was her lack of shoes.
Her blackened soles were wide, with toes that didn't seem exceptionally long nor exceptionally short. Not that I was an expert in human feet or anything; most of their feet I had seen were through the straps of sandals as they walked on their hard path. But these peds didn't even have that meager protection. As she stepped onto a patch of grass, she made a low rumbling sound of enjoyment. She held her foot there for a moment, using the dexterous toes to grasp at the green foliage; uprooting some blades to grind between them absentmindedly. It would have taken me at least twenty minutes to pull up that much, even without moving them anywhere useful or processing them. The lowest part of her body, and it did as much work as a swarm without even trying.
She seemingly finished playing with the grass, and put all of her weight on it. The tough, calloused toes spread out to accept her mass and everything underneath molded to its shape. Her nails were unpainted, roughly cut, and accumulated grime stuck close to the nail bed. The grass patch flattened, and her sole sunk into the surrounding dirt. Suddenly, the area around me began to go dark.
I realized in horror that the time I had spent observing her right foot, she had raised the left to take a step. And it was coming straight down on me. I dumped the bird dung in my mandibles as quickly as the bird probably had, and started scuttling towards the nearest edge of the shadow of the woman's foot; that being her toes. As it came further down, humid heat started to fill my space. The tang of vinegar filled my antenna, getting stronger by the second. Air rushed past me as the muscular appendage displaced air in its descent. Loose dirt and debris rained off. I made the mistake of looking up.
It was like the visage of an angel of death; a black center with a halo of light surrounding it. But instead of a robed body flanked by wings, this body was crowned by five wiggling toes. As she finally stepped down, I heard a sickening crunch more than I felt it. I had managed to make it almost all of the way into the gap between her big and second toe, but my moment of hesitation cost me my abdomen. I felt faint, but unconsciousness did not wash over me as her foot sunk further into the ground, partially slurping me up like quicksand. After the initial shock of having a third of my body obliterated wore off, I began to feel the pain seeping up my body like searing venom. Before I had time to even process this, her foot made liftoff.
I was hoping for at least a quiet death in the titaness's footprint, but the slight adhesion of her sweat and my even slighter weight caused me to follow it upward. In her next step, I was forced by a stone into the sweaty crease between the toes as they subconsciously grappled it for a firmer grip. Sweat poured off of the woman in large, salty globs, all of which slid down between the toes to mix with the soil and create the black layer coating her feet. Thankfully I only had to deal with the sweat accumulation of the most open toe crease, and not the ones totally enveloped in her pungent foot.
The constant up and down was sickening, but at this point I didn't even have a stomach to regurgitate from; it and its contents were currently smeared across the very top of her ball callous. I lost track of the steps, just going up and down up and down over and over and over. But finally, she stopped.
Peeking out from the two monolithic toes I was adhered between, I could make out a house as she slightly wiggled her toes. The substance she stood on was no longer soil, but weathered splintering wood. I noticed one such splinter pressing into her big toe pad, but even the sharp wood was unable to penetrate the thick pad of skin developed by the woman over the seasons of walking unshod. The door unlocked with a click, and swung open. As she stepped in, her feet and I by extension landed on a mat of rough artificial fibers. I watched in terror as she scraped her right foot off on the mat, the accumulated dirt and grime being wiped away by her near effortlessly. She hummed again as she enjoyed the sensation of wiping her sole off. Then it settled. It was my turn.
I could already tell this was going to be a nightmare. Her toes were tensed shut slightly so I remained held fast on the first pass, but my fractured exoskeleton was scraped apart like a nut on a hard stone. I felt as each rough fiber ripped at my exposed nerves causing excruciating pain like nothing I had ever felt before. I was finally cast off when the giantess spread her filthy toes to get in between them, but it wasn't the end. She went for one last final swipe to finish the heel of her foot directly on top of me. Luckily, it didn't last for long.
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Melanie sighed as she walked into the sun room with a piping hot cup of rooibos tea. The chair was getting long in the tooth, but it still seemed to have enough fight in it to resist crumpling under her generous, pale curves. Her hips were a menace at the antique stores the 24 year old loved to frequent, and had cost her more than she cared to admit in broken merchandise. Not to mention all of the things she had accidentally broken underfoot due to her bountiful chest preventing her from noticing before it was too late. She wiggled her toes as she gently lowered into the chair with a disconcerting creak; it was probably for the best she could now feel what was stepping on even if she couldn't see it.
This was a beautiful morning, and she was glad to spend it on a walk through the park located pretty much in her backyard. She had even installed a gate last summer so she could access it easier. Ever since she had started living the barefoot lifestyle full time that fateful year, she had felt so much more connected to mother Earth and had far less back pain without needing to reduce her assets. Even if it was kind of icky to go into bathrooms in shops sometimes. Putting that aside, Melanie sipped her tea as she absentmindedly rubbed her feet against the floor, watching the breeze rustle through the trees on this lovely summer day.
Giantess World
Author's Chapter Notes:
My first story! Suggestions and critique are appreciated. (: