Bravely, you step forward towards the giant sole of Aunty Ann's foot. You can smell the scent eminating from it, nothing too powerful but certainly enough to notice. She watches you, still smiling. You gingerly hold out your arm, pressing your hand into the firm surface fo her sole. Its slightly damp to the touch, and you can feel the heat on your plam.
'WHATCHA DOING HONEY?' Ann asks from above, still looking amused and wiggling her toes. You are struggling to think of a response.
'Just touching your foot, its huge. This is all really weird.' You say. She giggles at this.
'I WISH ALL THE PEOPLE WE SHRUNK WERE THIS HAPPY ABOUT IT.' She says. 'IT WOULD MAKE THINGS SO MUCH EASIER.' You smile at this, knowing full well she enjoyed the fact taht most of her victims hated what had happened to them. Just yesterday you had seen Ann turn a young girl into an ant, pull off her legs and drop her ito Carlas slipper - just for the sheer playfull fun of it.
You then hear the thudding footsteps of your stepmom as she returns, a huge bowl of popcorn in hand. She sets it down on the table and sits on the sofa, her weight hitting the seat enough to make you fall over - bringing a giggle from both giant ladies. She extends her slippered feet out to the table before her.
'SORRY HONEY.' She says.
'I THINK LITTLE TOM HERE WAS THINKING OF GIVING ME A FOOT RUB.' Ann say, causing you to blush.
'REALLY?' Cathy asks, bemused.
'YEAH, HE WALKED OVER AND PUT HIS HAND ON MY FOOT, DIDN'T YOU LITTLE BOY?' Ann says and again wiggles her toes.
'WHY WOULD YOU DO THAT?' Cathy asks you. You shrug your shoulders, your mind working quickly.
'I don't know, it was just weird seein her feet like this. They are so big.' You answer.
'YOU KNOW, SINCE HE DOESN'T MIND TOUCHING GIANT FEET, WE COULD PUT HIM TO USE.' Ann says. 'IT WOULD BE MUCH MORE RELAXING WATCHING OUR SHOWS IF WE HAD A LITTLE TOE TOY TO PLAY WITH.' She winks down at you. Toy toy? You aren't sure you like the sound of that. Cathy laughs.
'I'M NOT SURE HE'D ENJOY BEING ONE OF OUR FOOT TOYS ANN.' She says. 'THATS A LOT DIFFERENT TO JUST TOUCHING YOUR FOOT.'
Ann then reaches down with a giant finger, pressing it into your back and pushing you towards her sole. 'I DON'T THINK HE'D MIND.' She says, chuckling, pressing you into the vast expanse of her sole. You feel the heat and inhale its smell as you are smothered by the foot, her huge finger pressing you tightly into it from behind. you hear both of the giants laugh.
'STOP BEING MEAN.' Cathy laughs as the finger leaves you, causing you to fall to your back. The sole, on its side, dwarfs you. You heart then leaps to your throat as you see Ann, still grinning, adjust herself and hold the massive sole of her right foot over you. It then drops down, landing on you and engulfing you tightly beneath it. The sheer weight of the giant appendage is enough to render you motionless, only able to lie and breath, inhaleing the musty smell eminating from it, feeling its heat on your tiny body. You can hear their giggles from outside of your smelly prison. Then you feel more weight as your giant aunty begins to grind your tiny body, pressing you harder into the sole, totally smothering you.
The foot then leaves you and you see both giant women are laughing. Cathy speaks...
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