This choice: Sienna tries the sandal on, but you find yourself getting crushed! • Go Back... “S-Sienna?! Sienna!” you screamed as the bottom of her foot gently shifted backwards, once again allowing you to get a glimpse of her smirking face just beyond the tips of her curling toes. If you could move your head, you’d see her foot starting to swing forward, her digits aiming for the first black archway of her sandal straps. You feared that you had only seconds left to plead for mercy. You were wrong. The whole world shook violently, ripping your burnt skin from the cooling inner walls of your glue prison, as Sienna’s toes began to wiggle and pull the sandal on. There was no more time to beg the giantess above for help. Now, you could only pray that you survived the ordeal she had planned for you.
“Bye-bye, buggy!” her voice echoed as the thundering of her bare toes thumping against the leather insole with each scrunch of her toes turned into a deafening roar!
The sky was once more the bottom of Sienna’s foot. Specifically, the multitude of ridges making up her big toe’s print as the digit stretched over your head…and began to fall towards you!
THOOOM!
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Your skull was already threatening to explode as the meaty pad of Sienna’s big toe pressed down on your face! You could feel the crushing force of weight shifting over the glue-prison that you were stuck in. With your face buried in her flesh, you could distantly hear the muffled rushing of blood through the capillaries of her skin…the grinding of bone on cartilage as her toes curled…the straining and snapping of microscopic fibers of muscle that would soon be repaired…the hammering of your own heart as you feared that death had come for you. Her flesh molded to your face, cutting off all air and forcing your lungs to burn as they demanded to expel the carbon dioxide within them.
“Hah!” you gasped as the toe suddenly lifted from your face, leaving deep red grooved lines across your face. It was like a brand her toe had left upon you. A mark of ownership like a farmer might leave on a cow.
You tried catching your breath as you looked up and saw the moving sky of sole overhead. The arch of her sole stretched overhead, looming like roman architecture meant to awe and inspire. Trying to comprehend the scale of her foot was quickly rendering you incoherent. You’d thought her calling you ‘bug’ was just some game to humiliate you. As you saw the apex of her arch stretched dozens of feet overhead though, you knew it was just her remarking on what she saw. You weren’t a person to her…just an insect.
“Have fun, bug~” her voice boomed as the arch overhead began to collapse towards you. Squeezing your eyes tight in fear, you prayed that this painful prison of glue might offer some form of protection.
It didn’t.
THOOOOOM~
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Scent. Heat. Pressure. In three ways, Sienna overwhelmed your senses as she stood up and allowed her sole to settle on the quick glue-job she’d subjected you to. In three ways, she tormented you, bringing you to the very edge of what you could stand. In three ways, she was going to kill you.
Scent. She’d been on her feet all day and the quick shower she’d taken in preparation for the party tonight wasn’t doing enough to spare you. The little air you managed to squeeze in through the collapsing passages of your nose and mouth was thick with the aroma of her soles. A strong, earthy note that gently scraped at your nose, an itching that turned to fire through intensity alone. Her sweat wasn’t exactly off-putting, but it was overwhelming at this size. Like too much perfume, the sheer volume of scent pouring into your body was making your eyes water and your lungs sear in pain. A chemical bath that made you cough and sputter, giving up what little precious air you’d managed to suck down….
Heat. It was sweltering under her skin. You’d experienced hot summer days, saunas, and jacuzzies, but pressed against her skin was a kind of strength-sapping heat that you were quickly losing out against. After enduring the scorching burns of the hot glue that was still tearing skin from your submerged arms and legs with each jostle of your body, a giantess’ body heat was suffocating. What little skin you had left that was capable of sweating was now pouring out buckets. The salty droplets stung like mad as they found exposed, torn flesh inside the prison Sienna had stuffed you inside of. And that was just your sweating, hers was terrifying. Sienna wouldn’t even call it sweating. It was just the small bits of moisture and small beginnings of perspiration on her skin that had begun to gather, running along the ridges that spanned the whole length of her sole. A network of canals carried small rivulets of sweat towards one another as they began forming a singular drop of sweat. Some of those rivulets ran over your face though, where they dropped into your eyes, nose, and mouth. You sputtered, trying to keep an airway clear, even as the overwhelming scent of her sweat waged war on your senses. Soon, half-drowning in her sweat, you found yourself yearning for the harsh air to fill your lungs. Anything was better than drowning on less than a droplet of sweat!
Pressure. Her toe had nearly split your head. Her arch had already started to crack the bone casing that protected your brain. Your neck was bent backwards at a near-impossible angle as you struggled to keep it from sliding back any further. Just a few more ounces of force in the wrong direction and your neck would break! Then, forget about getting free, you wouldn’t even be able to scream for help…or try and clear her sweat from your nose and mouth…you’d be paralyzed completely. A bit of dirt waiting to die. Overhead, you felt the shifting of her weight as she prepared to take a step forward. If there was a god, you’d survive this ordeal with your neck intact. You closed your eyes and prayed….
THOOOM!
As her other foot stepped forward, her arch lifted off your head and gave you one moment to cough and suck in what little air you could. This was the reprieve you needed! You could do this, you thought. Battered, bruised, and burnt as you were, Sienna’s foot wasn’t going to kill y-
THWACK!
Oh god…your face slammed back into her sole as the foot you were bound to lifted into the air. You felt the lurch in your stomach as it began to fall and imagined all of this weight crashing down on your head! You sobbed…there was no hope. No chance. No god looking out for you. There was just Sienna’s sole…and it was ready to end you.
THOOOOOOOOOOOOM!
….snap….
Your ears rang as the vertebrae in your neck collapsed and your spinal column was severed under the force of Sienna’s foot landing and shifting your head beyond its breaking point. Already your lungs stopped filling. Your muscles all went slack without any orders coming down. Your vision began to go dark as your brain started shutting itself down to save on oxygen. Your inner-ears still communicated that another step was coming as your little life flashed before your eyes.
THOOOOM….THOOOM…THOOOM….
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Sienna hadn’t even left the room she found you in before her footsteps killed you. The first step had broken your neck. The second had stretched and shifted your head further from your shoulders than your skin would allow. The third finally ripped it off completely, leaving your corpse suspended in the glue. By the time she made it to the front door, your head had popped, and your brain matter was oozing between the ridges along with the rivulets of sweat.
Sienna would never learn why you appeared before her. She’d been wrong about the clowns. She’d been right when she identified you for what you were: a pathetic bug that would die under her foot. |
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