...you're completely speechless. No, no, you have to be dreaming. There's no way she's...
But regardless of your disbelief, she is. You try to look away, to convince yourself this isn't real, but the Mawile is so massive that you can't even attempt that. She's sitting criss-cross, and you're right between her legs. The only thing you get is an eyeful of her disgusting soles, now absolutely towering over you. The sight shakes you to your core.
Though you're quick to turn around, much preferring the steel-type's smug gaze to her dominating feet, you're much too late; already, their stench has wafted over to you, courtesy of her tapping a foot against the ground. It was rank before, but now, when you're stuck at such an unbelievably puny size? It was downright suffocating. You can't even bring yourself to cough. After a few ragged breaths, you fall down on your hands, utterly defeated. All you can do is look up at the face of your destroyer, and steady yourself against the buffeting wind coming from the rhythmic slapping of her sole on the cavern floor.
Your eyes finally meet hers. Even in the dimness of this cave, they glow with unimaginable lust. She gives you a look that scares you stiff. You figured she was sadistic, given how much she enjoyed mashing her filthy feet against your face, but you couldn't expect this. This Mawile...was evil.
The ground suddenly rumbles as she changes position, and the movement of the air knocks you flat on your back. The small comfort of your situation was that you couldn't see what horrible fate awaited you--for a few seconds, at least. Soon, though, the steel-type's gargantuan foot passes overhead, and you are forced to see every inch, every detail, every iota of its visage. Everything, from the slightest hint of sweat, to the tiniest piece of dirt, to the subtlest wrinkle in her skin, was not just visible, but completely comprised your vision.
Bits of loam and dollops of salty liquid plunk down on the flat, smooth rock. They wouldn't have make a Joltik jump, but even those dwarfed you now. And now, they sound like gunshots, inches away from your head. The Mawile's delighted giggling echoes throughout the cave as she slowly, intimately lowers her massive sole onto you. Your heart pounds, your mind is screaming at you to do something, but you're so thoroughly spooked that you can't even close your eyes. You just stare into the abyss that is her instep, and wait, dreading the end to come.
It gets closer, and closer, and soon your entire being is enveloped in the sultry, squishy grasp of Mawile's foot. Instantly, your clothes dampen, and you are introduced to the slight grime of dried sweat and dust that coats her skin. Your face, especially, was furthest in. If you weren't still in shock, you'd cry your eyes out and beat violently against the bulk of her ped, not that it would do anything other than tickle her.
But that's not the issue now; ever since the steel-type's sole consumed your vision, you've been holding in a breath you didn't know you had. It had to come out some time, and that time was, unfortunately, now. You exhale, but desperately try to fend off the urge to breathe, no matter how obviously wasted of an effort it was. It didn't take long for you to falter, though; your face was blue, and the instinctual need of air soon overpowered your disgust. You surrender to the incoming horror, and take a deep, desperate inhale.
An unspeakable, incomprehensible funk shot through your nostrils. The earthiness of the soil, the scent of grass, and overwhelmingly, the intense, all-encompassing miasma of stale, drying sweat flowed through your nose and straight into your lungs. You quivered violently, unprepared for anything close to this level of ripe. Any attempt at controlling your breathing was met with utter failure, the musk shattering what little concentration you could muster. Again, and again, you huffed the stench, relieving your body, but practically poisoning yourself in the process. Tears well up in your eyes as you realize just how completely helpless you were. Your life was up to Mawile now, and there was nothing you could do about it. You could still hear her snickering up above, even through the massive wall of foot that covered you.
After a few more agonizing breaths, you finally stabilize your breathing; however, it's plain as day that no matter how much time you spend here, the reek will never get better. At least you didn't open your mouth--
Without warning, the soft, filthy flesh around you starts pressing down. In no time, it starts to hurt; was she trying to kill you?! No, she wouldn't do that, right? She was having too much fun! Right?! She's not stopping, though! Why?!
A terrible thought rushes to the front of your mind. You know what she made you do when you were still normal-sized. Maybe...you had to do that now, with more strength than ever...
No! You've still got some dignity, damnit! If you obey her, she'll just keep you at her feet for the rest of your natural life! You're not gonna stoop this low just to stay with her forever, are you?!
...are you?
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