This choice: She decides to leave the party • Go Back...Chapter #5Rachel Goes Home for the Night by: Sheograth   While you continue to hang onto Rachel’s shoe lace, you hear her mumble in a disappointed tone “Well, I guess I’d might as well head out.” Then Rachel started to walk for a bit, which sent you rocking back and forth as you held onto the shoelace for dear life, but before she left your apartment, she stopped for some reason. And because she stopped moving so suddenly, you lost your grip on the shoelace and fell right on top of the tongue of Rachel’s right converse sneaker.
You looked up to see the smooth skin of her lower shin, reminding you of how small you currently were compared to your ex-girlfriend. Before you could do anything else, Rachel sat down on a nearby chair, and reached for the shoe you were currently on top of. You heard her mumble, “Ugh, did my sock slip under my shoe? I hate when that happens.” Then she started to untie her sneaker, and then she quickly popped her foot right out of the shoe, sending you falling right into it.
When you land, you notice how strong everything felt and smelled down in Rachel’s shoe, and it really turned you on. You remembered that Rachel used to let you enact your fantasies a little bit while you two were together, and you were always glad that she didn’t seem to judge you for your interest in all those things. But you stop and focus on your giant ex-girlfriend up above you, and your jaw drops as you see her light pink sock all bunched up around her arch.
Rachel starts to absentmindedly rub her sole and crack and wriggle her toes at the same time, unaware that she was giving you quite the show. She then mumbles, “Man, I wish I found Ben. I know I could have convinced him to give me a quick massage. And I do kinda miss him, at least a little bit.” She starts to trail off while silently giggling to herself, and you wouldn’t be all that opposed with rekindling a relationship, especially now that she was a giantess out of his greatest fantasy.
But then your thoughts are cut off when Rachel picks up her discarded converse, causing you to roll down into the toe section. When you stop down at the end, you notice that the smell that you enjoyed earlier had just gotten a bit stronger, but not by much. But then an odd feeling overtook you, and you felt light headed again as the inside of the shoe started to look even huger than before.
After a few seconds, your head cleared, and you realized that you shrunk again, and now you were about ¼ of an inch tall. Then Rachel dropped the sneaker back onto the floor, rolled her sock back all the way on, and started to put her shoe back on. Her socked foot swiftly approached you, and you froze as her 5 titanically huge toes towered over you, like a tsunami.
Her 2nd toe slams into your small body, and it immediately started to rub into you in an attempt to identify you. You imagined that you’d be crushed by now, but all you really feel in an intense pressure bearing down on you, which was making the experience a lot more enjoyable. Then it stops prodding at you, and you wonder what was happening, but then it returns to rubbing and smothering you at an increased and more aggressive rate.
Rachel grumbled, in an annoyed tone “What the? How’d a pebble land in my sneaker?” Her toe starts to press into you ruthlessly, as Rachel continued her rant, saying “Ben should try and keep his place a bit tidier, although knowing him, I’m sure he’d love to take this thing’s place. Lord knows how many times he’s snuck things into my shoes when I wasn’t paying attention, not that I minded or anything.”
She starts to laugh to herself, and you’re glad that she never was bothered by your tricks, although you wondered just when exactly she realized that you would do that with her. You admit that you used to do that a lot with Rachel because you really enjoyed being able to picture yourself as that pebble, as it was abused by an uncaring giantess. And it was even better since Rachel used to play with her shoes very frequently and with extreme intensity, at least when she wore flats or moccasins.
Then Rachel tied her laces tightly, causing the shoe to compress and you to be smothered even more, and then she stood up, pressing her full weight into your small frame. And after Rachel brushed herself off and cracked her knuckles, she walked down the hall and left your apartment, in order to head home herself. You understood that you wouldn’t get Rachel’s attention for a little while, and you only hope that your house doesn’t get trashed in the meantime.
Rachel’s walk to her place was pretty standard for her, but for you; it was the most intense experience of your life so far. You were repeatedly pounded by Rachel’s 2nd toe, getting covered in her already built up sweat. And you felt like you were stuck on a constant rollercoaster, where you were subjected to harsh G-forces whenever Rachel raised or brought back down her foot.
Eventually, Rachel reaches a side street, and just before she can cross, a car nearly side swipes her. Rachel jumps back, while shouting “Holy crap!” and takes a second to catch her breath. Her action ended up having a severe affect on you down under her socked toes, as you were launched from under her 2nd toe to between her 3rd and 4th toes. And the kicker was that Rachel had a small hole in her sock that you never noticed, so you might wind up getting even closer to your ex-girlfriend’s amazing toes without even trying.
While Rachel continued to catch her breath, she started to absentmindedly wriggle her toes, hoping that she could use that pebble as a healthy stress reliever. Those toes started to mash at you aggressively, and soon you were pushed through the small hole and were absolutely smothered by Rachel’s sweaty sock encased toes. As you were ruthlessly abused by Rachel’s aggressively affectionate toes, you noticed an underlying scent of cinnamon, which was probably from a detergent or lotion she used, and it smelled heavenly.
But soon Rachel started walking again, and before long she made it back to her own apartment. She took her converses off at her front door, and walked into her bedroom with her socks still on. Once she sat down on her bed, she stretched her legs and scrunched her toes harshly, cramming you deeply in a sweaty and smelly toe flesh sandwich. Then she pulled her socks off, dislodging you from her toes in the process, and you fell back inside her right sock.
She tossed those socks onto the floor, and quickly removed her clothes and walked into the bathroom, to take a shower. You were still crawling out of Rachel’s used sock at the time, so you could only see the vague outlines of what was going on and allowed the sounds to fill the rest in for you. Once you were out of that amazing sock, you brushed yourself off and stretched your body a bit, to try and shake off the stiffness you felt from being confined between Rachel’s powerful but tantalizing toes.
You look up at her night stand, and you figure that climbing up there would be the best way to get her attention, since she’d have to look there at least once her alarm went off in the morning. But as you walk towards the night stand, you come upon Rachel’s old pair of brown fluffy moccasins. You always liked those things, as you would try and give her massages all the time after she wore them, as her feet would smell so strong and amazing after wearing them. And you knew from experience that she wore them pretty much daily around the house, and that thought gave you an idea.
You feel incredibly tempted to climb right into those amazingly smelly beauties instead, and just screw getting her attention for the time being. You’ve always wanted to experience what it might be like to act as Rachel’s insignificant pebble while she wore her soft and smelly moccasins, and this was your only chance to live out your fantasy. And besides, you felt like you were a lot more durable now, so you couldn’t think of any real downsides.
But you needed to make a decision fast, because Rachel would be out of the shower soon, and you would rather not be on the floor when she gets out. What do you decide to do?   indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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