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The immense size of Andrea’s sweaty foot overwhelmed Juan’s emotions. His mind knew he had to run from cover, but for a fraction of a second, he wondered if his body could endure the blow. A giant, salty drop of her foot sweat drenched his face, and it snapped him back into a state of panic. He runs back towards the toe end of her flats, getting worried as the cafe’s ceiling lights are eclipsed by the descent of her size 7 foot. 


Juan’s tiny legs could only take him so far as the ball of her slick feet collided with his back, and pinned him so hard that his body was squeezed forward and used the moist insole to slide towards the musky imprint of her second hammer toe.


“Now, Juan, I know how much you love this,” Andrea’s sickly-sweet tone boomed, “but if you’re not careful, you’ll end up a dirty little stain in my shoes, and I know neither of us want that…right?”


Juan sat up from his spot, trapped in enclosed darkness with the noxious stench of her aroma replacing all the fresh air he brought with him. Even though his eyes were useless, his nose was fully active, and his ears were tuned to the destructive sound of her short, meaty toes clawing their way to their place.


He tried to run towards an end to escape the mountain of flesh heading his way, but the darkness disoriented his sense of direction, leading him dead-on to Andrea’s toe adjustment. His whole body rushed against her second toe and carried him back to his previous spot with the addition of stamping him directly on the blackened imprint. 


Juan’s face and torso were at the mercy of her hammer toe. All the sweat build-up her feet accumulated was pressed and squeezed on the submissive shrunkie. He tried his best to keep his mouth closed, but once Andrea’s toes felt his presence, she started to put pressure all over his body, including his dick hardened from the experience. The tiny pole caught her attention, and she repositioned her giant toe pad a little lower and pressed as hard as she could. 


Juan moaned in response. The tiny pool of her foot sweat passed through his lips, and being the foot freak she knew so well, he accepted the situation and relaxed his body from her oncoming foot abuse. His mind focused on the pressure Andrea placed on his dick, the way she was purposely grinding it into her insole, and the playful teasing of her toe coming back to his greasy face with the same power.


He didn’t want to fight this. It was wrong, so incredibly messed up, but to call this a punishment was a lie. His fantasies of being at the mercy of a giantess were being called out and tested, and frankly, he didn’t care who it came from. From the second she shrunk him, Juan knew deep down that he belonged to her now, and the terrible realization might hit him later, but there was no point in sulking and crying during her so-called benefits. He might as well enjoy them, right?


Just as Juan was about to grind his pelvis against her toe, it suddenly rested on him for a couple of seconds and then commenced with the real dangers. Within the timespan of a blink, he felt the entire shoe skyrocket into the air and, almost immediately, crash-landed with explosive force. The toe he was currently stuck under smashed him like a hammer, and kept the pressure until it was ready to pound him again. 


She was walking now, Juan thought. That was the only explanation, and the godly sound of the door chime was enough proof of that. The amount of sweat that coated her toe and his body made it harder for him to move away, and for the next couple of paces, His face got real acquainted with the right and fall of her dirty toe print threatening to squeeze him to a pulp.


Sometimes when she remembered his existence, Andrea would linger a bit and grind her slick toe grease to ground him into the insole until she used him as a launching pad once more. He could also feel the interior of the shoe heating faster because of the awful weather today. The tolerable reek of her cheese-scented toes rotted faster, engulfing him in a stench that assaulted his nostrils, and with his arms battered and mashed, all he could was endure it.


Eventually, he heard the sound of a car door opening, and a few seconds later, the walking had come to a full stop. Juan laid in defeat, thinking too much about the places where his body was sore until some light finally found its way back to him. It was dim at first, blocked by the entire flesh of her pudgy foot, but it started to creep through the side near her big toe, and there was enough space made for her thick fingers to reach him. 


He was quickly pinched by her thumb and index finger, rubbing his body in between. He wondered what she wanted to talk about, or if she had another idea in mind for this car ride, but he was getting ahead of himself in thinking that she was going to give him a break. Hell, he never even left the flat. 


Without even getting a glimpse of her face, Juan was simply being rearranged from his previous position. She hovered her foot just a bit so her fingers could make their way to the opposite side, where the fat, smaller digits resided. In front of him, he caught sight of her sweaty, meaty pinky toe, flexing as if it was giving a wave. There was no length to it like the other toes; just a sphere of flesh that held the foulest stench imaginable. 


Andrea then proceeded to spread her toes and presented Juan with a greasy, yellow layer of toe jam, grime, and sock fuzz that must’ve been trapped there for some time. It released a putrid odor that didn’t sit right with his senses, but he wasn’t in a position to complain or fight about it. There was nothing he could do but accept his role as her finger pushed him deep into the crevice, massaging his face against a collected ball of dirt and sweat. Before he could have any time to readjust his position, Andrea was on a schedule, and simply scrunched her toes and locked her tiny in place for the long ride ahead of them.


Her chubby, little picky toe may not have looked like much, but it sure had an iron grip. No matter how much Juan pushed away from the crevice, it never made a difference, and his attempts were enough of a sensation for Andrea to scrunch and squeeze the life out of his narrow body. Eventually, he was able to turn his body little by little and poke his neck out to oversee the roof of her toes.


It was the best he could manage right before her foot started to press forward on the gas and begin heading her way towards the theater, which would relevantly be a short ride. 


The fear began to sink into his mind, making him wonder how long he was expected to stay in this form. He didn’t have much going on in his regular life, but it was still a life, and Amanda would freak out if she knew what happened to him. He never told her about this side of his fetishes out of shame and embarrassment, and couldn’t even imagine how to start that conversation.


The one thing that really pained his chest now was Andrea speaking on his behalf, or even Ashley for that matter. If either one of those two took control of the narrative, he would never have a chance to tell his side of the story. Somehow, someway, he needed to reach Amanda’s ears before them.


Within his dank prison, he felt the vibrations of the car stop and Andrea beginning to step out. Since he was in a better position than before, Juan avoided the sweaty stomps and just rode the motions for a minute or two until she met with the other bitch in his life.


“Hey, girl!” Andrea’s muffled voice boomed from above. “Sorry to keep you waiting.”


“You better!” The sound of Ashley’s soft, nasally voice responded. She was a little hard to hear, but he could spot her critical tone a mile away. “Can’t believe you actually met up with that loser.”


“Ugh, I know. Minutes of my life that I won’t be getting back.” 


“What did he want, anyway?”


“Oh my god, it was the funniest thing. Can you believe that he was trying to break me up from our little group?”


“Nooooo!” Ashley gasped. “He. Did. NOT!”


“He did, the little worm.” Andrea scrunched her toes so hard, that Juan could feel his body unable to draw breath. 


“Seriously, what is his problem? First, he tried to ruin my sister’s life, and now he thinks that he could come in and wreck our friendship, too? He’s got some nerve.”


“Neither that nor a spine.” Andrea laughed. “You should’ve seen him. He was struggling so hard to get a word out, I’m pretty sure he pissed himself.”


“Sounds just like him.” 


The two evil giantesses shared a laugh at his overall weakness. They never made it a mystery how they felt about him, but to actually witness the degree of hate and disrespect they had towards him was something he wished he could stay ignorant about. Around them, he wasn’t even a person in their eyes, now more than ever. 


“So how did it end?” Ashley asked. “I hope that insensitive jerk cried his way out of the store.”


“Actually…a little better than that.” Suddenly, there was a pocket of silence that Juan didn’t enjoy, along with an outburst of laughter coming from Ashley.


“NOOOOO!” She busted. “You didn’t!” 


“I did!” Andrea laughed. “And it was so fucking easy, too.”


“Can I see him?”


Juan’s heart dropped, and he couldn’t fight it as this toxic titan’s foot began to slide its way out of the flat and into the burning sunlight. His eyes took a second to adjust before the gigantic world around him started to take the form of the familiar entrance of the movie theater, blocked by the familiar face of Amanda’s bratty sister, Ashley.


She was a very slim Asian with long, raven hair that curtained around Juan’s toe prison. She was wearing a small, black tee with the design of a chibi rabbit in the center, matched with some cut jean shorts that choked her narrow waist. As her face inched closer to spot the tiny cretin, her button nose winced at the cheesy scent of her friend’s foot, but that didn’t stop her from releasing a laugh with a bit of warm spit that smacked him in the face.


“Oh gosh, it’s so true!” Ashley said. “I would call him cute, but the fact that he chose to take a ride with your nasty feet makes him the creep we always knew he was.”


“I didn’t choose this!” Juan shouted, which just made Ashley melt with aww even more.


“Aww, listen to how he squeaks! Like a little, ugly mouse!”


“Yeah, suits him well.” Andrea said. She rested her foot on the cooked sidewalk, bringing an uncomfortable layer of heat to Juan’s trapped legs. His view followed Ashley’s long, thin legs to her white sandals that showed off her more manicured feet. Compared to Andrea’s chipped and crusty toenails with curled strains of black hair popping out her toe knuckles, Ashley’s were well-kept, a lot cleaner, and had more treatment with her slender toes coated in a cream-white nail polish.


“Ugh, I’m so jealous right now,” Ashley stated. “Can I have a turn with him?”


“Oh, you know it!” Andrea smiled. “But chill, girl. I just got him like 5 minutes ago. Still breaking him in.”


“Better you than me, honestly. If I had him like that right now, lord knows he wouldn’t be feeling rewarded for the misery he’s brought on my family.”


“I know, I know.”


“So, should we head in now? The previews are almost over.”


“Yep, just let me fix something real quick…” Juan could feel the shift in Andrea’s position as she kneeled closer to the ground. He stared up at the two giantesses, fearful of his current owner’s finger coming for him once again. 


“I don’t know how you managed to prop yourself up like that, but I’m gonna need you someplace different while I relieve some stress.” 


Like scooping out the disgusting gunk between her toes, Andrea used her index finger to push Juan out of his entrapment and pinch him in midair. He thought he was finally done with her feet, but her hand still hovered around the ground level, never once suggesting to fly above the ankles. Instead, his body was carried in front of her toes, which simultaneously flexed upwards to reveal their dirty underside. 


Juan could see all the dirt and bits of asphalt her sweaty toes collected from a single step on the sidewalk, and how white the crevices were in comparison to the rest of her red sole. Knowing what to expect next, Juan braced himself as Andrea flipped his body horizontally, and stuffed his body face-first against the under cup of her pinky toe. The rest of him extended towards the middle toe, and she firmly locked his position with one, hard scrunch, coating him with an abundance of sweat.


“Oh, that’s so gross,” Ashley said. “I can’t believe he loves that stuff.”


“Me neither.” Andrea agreed. “But, you know me. I’m a giver. And this little foot slut was just begging to be my little stress toy. You should’ve seen his face.”


“I saw more than I needed to.” The two laughed. “Let’s head in.”


Andrea’s foot hovered back into the confinement of her worn flat, placing Juan back into the smelly darkness, with his whole body completely secured by her fat, heavy toes. There was little to no ventilation around him. Her entire foot was in control of his senses and did the occasional scrunch to remind him so. 


She and Ashley walked around the theater, getting their snacks and finding their seats, right in time for the movie to begin. Juan thought that she would at least get a little comfortable and rest her feet out of the flats, but he wasn’t given the pleasure. 


For the next 2 hours, he was subjected to her rancid toes squeezing the life out of his, drenching him in her salty foot sweat, and massaging the boner in his pants to the point of a blissful orgasm. He was trapped in heaven and hell, and she knew that so well that she didn’t even have to check. 


To him, she was his sadistic goddess who could stomp and crush him with no complaints.


To her, he was just the boy toy.


Her obedient, little toe boy.

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