Chapter #5On Alexia's sandal by: Alina   Every performing artist knew that technical difficulties were just a headache that came along with the career. Broken instruments, feedback, lighting mishaps, and an innumerable list of further complications weighed on the minds of every artist and their support team. Sometimes though, there exist technical “quirks” which baffle the understanding of even the keenest mind. The equipment of Eyes Set to Kill now began to exhibit one of these unique problems… an exceedingly unique one at that. A fan was currently grappling with the consequences of this malfunction back on the steps of Alexia’s bus.
“Fuck me!” you yelled as you collapsed on the floor of your private plateau.
You had been working for over an hour now to get down the tremendous staircase of the tour bus. Sweat poured down your head as you took a rest in the middle of the trek from one end of the stair to the other. Looking up at the rays of sunlight entering through the window of the front door, you mused on how just a few hours ago you could have easily looked through it! It had all happened in an instant. One moment, you were dropping off a pile of fan letters in the bus…the next you were looking up at the table you had just placed the envelopes down on. You still didn’t quite get how it happened, but the fact remained…you had been reduced to less than the size of a bug! Being on the floor was too dangerous, hence your new tactic of going down the stairs. So long as you got through this relatively soon, you’d at the very least survive the night.
THUMP….THUMP….THUMP….THUMP….
A whirlwind blasted you onto your back as Alexia swung the door to the bus open in a hurry.
“Owwwwwww! What the hell?” Alexia groaned as you looked up from your prone position to see her turning around very slowly. Soon, you were cast in the shadow of her rear as she began to lower herself down…right onto the seat you were on!
“Gah!” You screamed as you ran to the side and jumped into a long tread that had been carved into the step to help wet boots keep traction when ascending. Now it had become your private bunker as you hit the deck and curled up in the fetal position. Closing your eyes tight, you waited for the inevitable impact. The air above you roared as it was pushed away by the descending, delicate ass. It sounded like a jet was taking off over your head as Alexia’s rear came down onto it. The din grew greater and greater…until her ass made contact. It was standing next to the speakers in her concert….
BOOOM!
Your ears were ringing as you looked up to see a ceiling of denim above you, barely suspended over your tiny body (http://i392.photobucket.com/albums/pp6/x...). If the ditch had been a little more shallow, or Alexia not in as great shape, or even just in different pants…you’d have been a smear on her bottom by now. Slowly, you began to crawl on your belly towards the light at one end of your tunnel as Alexia fumbled around unawares above you. As you grit your teeth and continued the crawl for freedom, ominous gurgling noises echoed from somewhere above you. Staying under such a dangerous part of Alexia wasn’t good for any longer than necessary you were reminded as you redoubled your efforts to escape from the trench. The light was growing brighter as you heard a different rumbling ahead of you….
“HmmmmmmmmmMMMMMmmmmm,” Alexia was busy humming one of her songs as she messed around with her phone. Finally clearing from under her ass, you could break out in a full run for the edge of the stair! Your lungs were once again burning as your shaky legs carried you closer and closer to the sheer cliff before you. Looking up every so often, you prayed that Alexia wouldn’t get up before you got a chance to grab hold of her. Your mind was going a mile a minute. Her legs were close, but getting on them would definitely result in being crushed the second she got up! That didn’t leave you with many options to pick from. As you reached the edge of the stair, you looked down the deep ravine to the alternative you had selected for your great escape. Swallowing hard, you looked down at the shifting, sandal-clad feet of Alexia below. You stood right at the edge and looked down, fighting off the doubts in your head as you made your way back into the trench you had crawled out of. Turning, you crouched down and took a deep breath…then exploded forward. Your arms pumped powerfully as you pointed yourself forward like a dart. You felt your right foot dig into the edge of the step as you launched yourself off, now free-falling towards Alexia’s titanic heel below. Pushing them forward, your arms braced themselves for the approaching wall of tan flesh….
SMACK!
You were aching and sore…but you had made it. Like a true bug, you were latched onto Alexia’s heel, the first leg of your journey now thankfully behind you….or so you thought.
“Hmmm?” Alexia said as she felt something tickle her heel. Without looking down, she reached a hand down to her foot and dug her nails into her skin; scraping and scratching till she was satisfied the itch had been obliterated. Indeed it had. Her nails had knocked you clean off of her heel…and down onto her sandal below. You shivered as you saw her sharp, massive nails digging into the mountain of flesh above you. Alexia’s fingers could have easily ended you, but instead they had offered you to the tan mass of heel above, which now came down to devour you.
FOOM!
You felt like you were going to pop as Alexia put her foot down, her bare heel coming to rest on top of you as the giantess started to get up, her butt sore from the hard stairs she’d been perched on. It felt like your body as going to break any moment, and most likely a rib or two was cracked as Alexia stood up. The bulk of her weight hadn’t come down on you…if it had you’d have been a stain already at this point.
BOOM! BOOM! BOOM! BOOM! BOOM! BOOM! BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!
As the giantess began to walk your weary body stuck to the bottom of her heel like pre-chewed gum on a sidewalk. You struggled to get free whenever she lifted her heel to take the next step, pushing against the great wall of flesh behind you. Slowly, you began to get the timing down for the push off. With every failure, your body was pounded into the soft bottom of her sandal, but you still refused to give up. Just as she reached the top of the stairs, you finally popped off... only to begin plummeting deeper into the sandal….
BOOM!
You found yourself pressed face first into Alexia’s sole as your body was now pressed into the arch of her foot. The weight was thankfully much less here, but still it was unpleasant to say the least. Once again, you began trying to pry yourself free; but there was much less time here to get loose between steps, and it seemed like you’d be doomed under her foot till you were finally squished.
Alighting the steps, Alexia headed right for the couch. Crashing down on it, the musician flipped on the TV and began scrolling through her phone again. As she leaned over to the side, Alexia reached a hand down and began prying her sandals off, wanting her feet to be free up on the couch with her (https://www.flickr.com/photos/61060413@N...). As the pressed her bare soles into the arm of the couch, she let her toes grip into the material, loving the sensation of it on her tired feet. Alexia had no idea that right now a tiny person was….
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