In this chapter: Amy, a tiny citizen of Ashton City, endures the horrors of the forced pedicure as Ana and Miranda bond unaware of the atrocities happening at their feet. Lacy plays with the idea of creating her own experiments with Biraal. A group of people from Trebizand are forced to explore Jessica’s closet becoming trapped on her sandals.
Day 8– Miranda and Ana’s Pedicure Part 2
Anastazja had been enjoying her time with Miranda, she watched the micro people working on her nails, moving around ever so slightly that it looked like they were almost vibrating on top of her toes, they were replacing the old stale blue with a new lush blue without any imperfections, the once chipped blue nails replaced by true detailed perfection, “these little people get all the smallest spots” she whispered in Ukrainian to herself. She felt the tiny tingling sensations of the tinies brushing up against the skin of her feet and smiled wide with each satisfying tickle, revealing her perfect bright white teeth. Suddenly an urgent muscle spasm tingled her right calf, making her right foot twitch, the involuntary muscle spasm made her raise her big toe up quickly and then it rested back in its original place, “Oh fuck! Miranda didn’t notice, good,” Ana thought, Miranda’s eyes were closed, her head slightly tilted in total pleasure and satisfaction as if being massaged at an expert nail salon as her feet rested on the desk. “Oh my god, I hope I didn’t kill anyone with that…” she thought, a slightly concerned expression ridding her face of the immaculate smile, Ana didn’t properly hydrate after her practice was over, causing her muscles to ache leading to a sudden and uncontrollable cramp that resulted in un-seen heartbreak.
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Amy, Levi’s beloved girlfriend watched as the titanic big toe raised in the air almost a hundred feet suddenly and rapidly, sending Levi flying and tumbling off the side of the toe, he plummeted down towards the gap between Ana’s big and second toe, just in front of Amy, she saw her dear Levi scream and flail his arms as he fell into the dark ravine face first. Smashing on the thick flesh of her second toe with an audible and bone chilling smack turning him into in a bloody and broken pile, the rest of his lifeless and crushed body sent down to the hard surface of the desk in the shadow between her sweaty and damp skin. “NOOOooooo! What the fuck was he doing here!!!?” Amy fell to her knees, her eyes were already watering from the putrid sweaty scent from Ana’s odorous toes, but her eyes unleashed depressing tears streaming down the soft dimpled cheeks of her face, snot ran out of her nose dripping down to her lips. Amy heard other screams of people that were falling from the sudden twitch, they rained around her, smashing into the nail of the second toe into unrecognizable red splats, some fell all the way down in front of her toe on the faux wood surface of the desk and others landed back down on the fresh paint coating her big toe, making a darker purple color as their deep red blood mixed with the blue paint. Anastazja’s toe began to descend back down to the desk, settling back into its original place, Amy looked up with her vision blurred from the intense crocodile tears, she saw vast empty plain of blue, nobody was left on the surface, apart from smashed remains and a few red and purple spots speckled across the massive curved surface of the nail.
Amy was swept up in a group of rioters, she was angry and frustrated at the situation, separated from her family that lived in a different city on their world. The only person she had left was Levi. Amy saw the rioters rummaging down the street of their lower-end neighborhood, the mob gaining more and more people as the night went on and the violence grew, Amy finally decided to join them, she knew Levi would never let her do something so dangerous, but he wasn’t there, he was probably safe in another part of the city at the time she thought. She marched with the crowds yelling horrible things about the leadership and nasty remarks towards the giantess Miranda. They threw bricks at houses and broke windows, some people stole and fought. Almost an hour passed and Amy was deep within the involvement, the mob mentality fully taking over her mind, she was furious that she might not ever see her family again.
The military started showing up in riot gear, forcing people back as tear gas rained around them, many were fleeing, but Amy was pushed to the side violently by a retreating crowd of people, she felt her head impact the concrete of a sidewalk, leaving her in a painful haze, suddenly she was rounded up and pulled away by a soldier, she was kicking and screaming as she coughed, her head bleeding and throbbing with pain, she passed out when she was seated in the back of a black armored van. Amy woke up in a cramped jail cell surrounded by demoralized rioters by the sound of the front door slamming, a man in black informing them that they were free to go… for a price.
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Miranda’s phone buzzed between her legs, sending a pleasurable shiver into her sensitive nether, it shook Miranda from her satisfying feeling, that dull sense of bliss in the back of her neck relaxing her into an almost half asleep state. She opened her eyes and fished the phone out from between her tan and curvy thighs. Reading the text from Sellers asking if they girls were satisfied with the job the prisoners were doing. Miranda replied with much satisfaction to Sellers, “You’re going to make a great leader” Miranda messaged. A few minutes went by and the girls could see the tiny flying dots land on their fresh painted toes, the flying dots lifted off of their feet and back towards the city, the girls inspected their feet, giggling to each other with delight.
“These are the best my nails have looked for weeks!” Miranda said excited, her smile wide and genuine. She pulled her feet off the desk and rested them on the shallow carpet with her toes pointed upwards when she was sure that no more people were left on her delicate toes.
“They look so very good” Ana said in her heavy accent, curling and wiggling her toes on the desk, letting the cool air of the apartment start to dry them out. “Huh, I see little uhhh… dots of purple” Ana said, her smile still vast.
“It looks like really cool, adds a little detail artistic detail to your color!” Miranda said, she nudged Ana’s shoulder a bit with her hand in a playful way.
"Yes, it appears we have some good artists down there, no?" Ana said with a giggle making Miranda laugh a bit.
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Amy was still screaming and crying on the helicopter ride back to the city, when they finally landed they could hear the girl’s conversation in the distance, they were talking about how great their nails looked, they didn’t give a shit if anyone died, hell, they probably didn’t even notice, Amy thought, she was angry and alone now, her shirt stained with vomit and tears as her blurry vision scanned the vast room of Miranda. Her swollen eyes picking out the girls showing off their feet to each other and laughing, they seemed so happy and lucky to be friends in that moment as they smiled at each other, that giggle was becoming so annoying to Amy, is seethed in her mind, she would do anything to get some kind of revenge. The officer who initiated the hard labor presented himself amongst the loads of prisoners being forced into a pit outside of the prison, the officer stood above them on the ledge, “anybody who commits another crime will be forced to serve the giantess in even worse ways, you may return to the city now, we’re watching, always watching…” His voice lingered through the crowds of people, they felt ill and sick to their stomachs, many of them with swollen eyes and stained shirts with paint and vomit from the horrendous smell, their own bodies radiating the smell of Ana and Miranda’s feet.
Amy returned to her home, she looked at the pictures on the wall, her family, her beloved Levi, all gone, Amy collapsed on the floor bringing her knees to her head and started to cry again, she felt the tremors and quakes from Miranda as she walked around her bedroom, Amy sobbed even harder as the living room shook around her and the pictures fell off the wall crashing on the ground around her and shattering the glass, the entire house shaking as if to match her emotion.
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“Hey, Miranda, I’m here for my shower” Lacy said her voice muffled behind the door of Miranda’s room. Miranda walked over to her door to open it; Ana laid on her bed a few feet behind her. Miranda carefully treaded on the carpet with her toes bent upward until she made sure her nails were dry. Lacy walked in, a soft towel in hand and her hair tied up in a short ponytail. “Whoa… what were you two doing?” Lacy said with a playful smirk.
“Nothing?” Miranda said, she giggled a little playing along with Lacy’s harmless joke.
“Oh yeah, sure… Why do I smell nail polish?” Lacy said, sniffing the air a few times as she walked over to Miranda’s bathroom. “Were you painting each other’s nails? Aww… so cute” Lacy said, the girls becoming a bit friendlier with Lacy.
“No, we had the little people paint them” Ana said, kicking her feet up while laying down on Miranda’s bed, Ana admiring her fresh polish reflect the glossiness in the sunlight.
“Ha! Really? Why didn’t I think of that?” Lacy said with a soft grin parting her pouty pink lips.
“We only like did it to the bad people who have been stealing and killing” Miranda said walking back over to her bed, plopping down next to Anastazja. Miranda started to kick her feet up in the air in unison with Ana as they heard the bathroom door close softly, the shower turning on and the feint noise of Lacy dropping her towel on the ground.
Lacy thought about the possibilities in her shower, maybe using the tinies from Biraal City as servants and worshippers didn’t sound like a bad idea she thought, A goddess needs sacrifices too, she giggled to herself as the hot water crashed against her pale tattooed skin, a few days ago Elle was texting Lacy saying that she was gathering a rather large group of people that Elle called idiots, only these idiots were praising Lacy’s name and power. As Lacy washed herself, ideas of accepting herself as a goddess flooded her mind, Lacy and Ki had an entire city and country at their disposal, the fate of millions rested in their hands, or perhaps, under their feet. Kiyoko and Lacy could develop their own routine, demanding sacrifices and pleasure if they so command it, maybe they could show a softer gentle side every once in a while, even though Lacy’s nature was to experiment with them, turning the tinies into an art project, she thought about dripping the hot wax on the city again and let out a soft and pleasurable sigh in the shower, along with the help of Elle leading this cult of people the conception of ideas became endless.
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Day 10 - Trebizand
A group of citizens of Trebizand were forced into exploring and mapping out the surrounding area of the desert metropolis, their task was to map each shoe, each corner, calculate the distance from the capital building so that the city could plan a contingency hiding location for the politicians and the elite. Amongst the citizens were few soldiers to make sure there was no retreat and a couple mathematicians to properly account the distance and measurements. The first assigned location was the corner by the door in which a pair of lace up brown strappy flat sandals rested on the carpet, the upper parts of the leather straps bending over from their own weight. It was a blessing that Jessica left the light on in the closet, a few days ago she just sat on her desk chair in the doorway just watching the city, she didn’t speak, she just kicked her feet up and down gently hovering above the city, she buried her toes in the sand and wiggled them a little, this really scared a lot of people in the city, other than that there hasn’t been much interaction from her, apart from feeling the quakes of her walking around the bedroom just on the other side of the massive door and the titanic woman fishing out clothes and shoes from off the walls and shelves, she rarely grabbed shoes from the floor anymore, nobody knew what she was planning and the royal army was too afraid to fight her. A lot of citizens and politicians felt this was the perfect time to map the area.
The long trek across the desert in a few beaten up cars felt like forever, the people occupying the seats making measly attempts at small talk to try to get along, but they all knew that the task would be difficult, moving across the surface of the carpet and attempting to climb onto the shoes felt so impossible, but they knew there wasn’t any other option, they lost too many helicopters and planes in their measly effort to defend Trebizand that army was conserving the rest for dire emergencies only. They knew this would be the first step, they knew in the future that they would eventually have to explore the world outside the closet, hoping and praying that Jessica wouldn’t destroy their city in an act of evil and ruthless divinity. The cars approached the edge of the desert where the sand met the carpet, the ride became extremely rough, the bumps and divots in the unpredictable pattern of the carpet shook each car violently, making a few passengers sick, it took almost half an hour for the group to reach the base of the strappy sandals by the heel, the straps going on for a few thousand feet above them, only ankle high to Goddess Jessica.
The passengers got out in front of the massive brown wall, the “flat” meant scaling upwards about a hundred feet at a steep angle, and the equipment brought by the soldiers would hopefully get the job done of climbing the treacherous shoe. Grappling hooks and mountain climbing equipment were set up, they began to scale the immense brown wall, there a few close calls with almost losing balance, but the entire crew made it to the top in under 30 minutes. They used sharp picks to bury and wedge themselves in the thick leather as they tirelessly climbed the side of the shoe, the city in the background if they were brave enough to turn their head around, the massive flat brown surface spread out before them in all directions now, the feint smell of feet breezing off the cushioned padding of the flat, but it was relatively easy to deal with as the air was stale and cool. The crew noticed a smaller indentation of a footprint on the surface of the shoe, the soft padding on top worn down and blackened slightly from months of being used, the logo of the shoe’s brand sat in the middle, the words were impossibly large. The crew started making their way to the front of the sandal that pointed directly at the corner of the closet edge. Walking across the brown surface slowly, the shadow casting a strange and distorted pattern on the padding below them, they looked up to see the leather straps curling like a monster a thousand feet above ominously. The crew walked for a few minutes as the mathematicians scribbled measurements down on a notepad, the soldiers looking around in awe as the brown straps encompassed the middle of the shoe as they slowly and arduously made their way to the toe section.
The crew came across the toe prints from Jessica, they were slightly black and smoky colored from hundreds of uses and outings as Jessica went about her day, the closer the micro people got to the massive toe prints that spread out around them the more it smelled like stale and dried sweat. They found themselves on the edge of the flat, resting right on top of the black smudged toe print of her right pinky toe, the massive smudge expanding outward for hundreds of yards surrounding them. The arch from the leather that would hold down the front of Jessica’s foot now loomed above them, providing some nice shade to rest under.
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Jessica got up from her bed, she knew that her first class of the new semester started at noon, she wasn’t looking forward to it, she was already dressed in a simple red low-cut t-shirt with some fancy lettering on it, the oversized sleeves stretching out for some extra fashion. She had on some white short shorts that struggled to stay buttoned from her immense and curvy ass. Jessica decided to wear her brown ankle high strappy sandals on her first day, it had been a while since she last worn them, she thought. Her beautiful brunette hair let all the way down, her expensive jewelry glowing in the sun. She sunk her bare feet into the carpet as she stepped over to her closet, she licked her soft lips as she eagerly reached for her closet door, and she didn’t want to be late on her first day.
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The quakes grew more violent again, they knew what was happening as they saw the small shadow below the frame of the door a few thousand feet off in the distance. The creaking of the door opening revealing an overwhelming amount of natural sunlight, only to be blocked by the miles tall slender figure of Goddess Jessica, her hands on her hips as she stared down at the city, her eyes weren’t upon the strappy sandals yet. She still didn’t say anything, it was agonizing not knowing what she was thinking, her face was straight, the emotion was gone, she at least used to come in the an evil grin a few people on the flat surface thought, the smudge of the toe print began to rub off on their bodies like oil, sticking to their legs, it became harder and harder to move as the tiny specks sized people felt their shoes stick to the surface.
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“Ahh… there they are!” Jessica turned her straight face into smile, a sheepish giggle coming from her mouth as she bent down at the waist and grabbed her pair of strappy flat sandals by the ankle straps out of the corner bending down showed the entire city the top of her cleavage looking straight down her shirt, only to be blocked by her hair raining down in front of the view, Jessica closed the door behind her and walked over to her desk chair, she carefully placed the flats at her feet after she plopped on her chair, she placed her left foot in the sandal and slowly began to do the straps and laces perfectly, her red nail polish glinting from the sunlight coming through the window. Once she was satisfied with her left sandal she reached for her right flat.
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The sandal moved and shook, the speck sized people stuck to the tar like substance unable to move as they were lifted to the sky rapidly, they writhed and kicked to try to break free. They saw the massive wall of bare flesh sliding towards them, grinding over the sandal as the bottom of the front of her foot came closer and closer, the crew began to scream and plead for mercy.
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Jessica rolled the front of her foot towards the tip of her sandal, her toes pivoted up in the air hovering above the toe prints of the shoe as she adjusted the straps around her ankle. Jessica was pleased with the lacing and placed her toes down on the front of her sandals, the padding molded by her feet as she applied pressure, wriggling them in the process in order to get a comfortable fit, Jessica felt a few pops and crunches as she wriggled her soft toes, making her laugh. “Were some of you seriously on my sandal?? That’s hilarious!” Jessica couldn’t stop smiling, raising her voice as she realized she must have crushed a dozen people just by curling her toes in her sandals. Jessica was still softly giggling to herself as she exited her room, grabbing her backpack off her desk. Jessica shut the front door of the apartment door behind her and headed downstairs to her car.
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One survivor was still stuck under her toes on the tar like surface of the toe print, he found himself in the perfect gap under her pinky toe that would spare him from each of her earth rendering footfalls, being raised up in the air and slammed back down started to make the man extremely disoriented, each time she pressed her foot down to the ground he was surrounded by soft flesh and all the light disappeared, his entire world shook as he screamed. He could hear doors slam and a massive car engine starting, he was again thrown into the air, his vision dark, his air overwhelming with a delicate odor of feet. Her toes began to spread and flatten as she pressed on the gas pedal, the webbing of her toes began to expand outward on the flat padding on the sandal, the man could feel the flesh start to press down on him, he fought back with his arms trying to punch the flesh, but it kept flattening out around him, he could feel his feet start to break and crunch as he let out an agonizing scream as the noise was muffled directly into her skin. His rib cage began to compress as he felt his own bones start to bend with immense pain, his arms pinned down at his side as the soft flesh began to crush his head, he let out one last scream as the flesh flattened as his body gave into the weight and pressure.
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Jessica felt another small pop under her feet as she pressed on the gas pedal, she laughed at the tiny people once more, she put on her big sunglasses and rolled down the window of her car, her radio blasting Taylor Swift as she sang her lungs out on her way to school, she felt on top of the world and ready for more...