Dinner for One (Chapter 7)

The only thing that kept Cody from completely losing it was the knowledge that rescue was coming eventually. Or at least the chance of it, if he caught a lucky break and also had enough stamina leftover to escape the tacky pull of the young giantess’s supple arch brawn plowing down on him with the force of a meteor crash. But even that wasn’t a guarantee, Cody knew. Bri’s practice could be cancelled; she could get sick and not go; she could coincidentally buy and break in a new pair of shoes for the new week, forgetting all about this one. And as minutes became interchangeable from days, with the micro-shrinker breathing nothing but stagnant insole fumes and feasting on only the ever-lessening scraps of tangy foot-smut, it began to occur to him that he just might die in here by, of all things, failing to find enough of Bri’s sole saltwater and toe-lint casserole to sustain himself. He could last one week, or just barely, but a second one? It might as well have been a lifetime.

This meant that Cody experienced an emotion he never thought he would when seeing the bottom of someone’s incoming bare foot – joyful elation – when Bri did in fact pull the shoes back out precisely seven days after she’d last negligently worn her victim for the most physically-demanding activity she performed all week. He’d made it. Not even caring that he was about to repeat the torment of last time, though he keenly remembered what a turbulent asphyxiating odor-logged trainwreck it was to be stuck inside Bri’s shoe during her practice, Cody welcomed the hardship with open arms and even a delirious laugh. This was his chance, and he wouldn’t screw it up again.

            Dance practice was just as energetically tempestuous this time as the previous week, if not even more so, with Cody enduring a punishing overload of all the crushing toxically-fragrant sweat-chugging mania he so abhorred before. And while it was no picnic, the grief and revulsion washed off of him with greater ease this time, battle-hardened as he’d become by the absurd-yet-onerous conditions of that smelly black shoe where he’d struggled to stay alive for a week. He’d come too far to surrender. With that determination keeping him focused, Cody made it through his second planet-concussing voyage inside Bri’s footwear while she literally danced on top of his micro-shrunken body. Using every opportunity he had, whenever her ped was even partially hoisted off the ground, he spent all his energy dragging himself closer toward the toe section, until at last his crumb-scaled body wasn’t just pinned under the girl’s sole slab island, but instead cinched between the meaty wedges of her wiggly incredibly-massive toes. There, repeatedly squeezed to within an inch of incoherency every time Bri’s gargantuan digits so much as twitched or swelled around him, Cody camped out while pasted against her skin by sweat, and awaited his chance.

            And eventually, following the longest week of his life, that chance came. The giantess returned home, tired but lively from the adrenaline-boosting perspiration-juicing verve of that practice, and then shed her shoes by the door like usual. Thanks to Cody’s tenacious worming underfoot, and sheltering himself between her grubby toes, Bri’s sweat couldn’t make him slip back into the insole when she withdrew her astronomic size-6 from its stylish hard-treaded holster. He traveled right on out of those imprisoning walls alongside her, and couldn’t have been happier to watch that goddamn shoe grow distant through the very-limited field of view he had between his captor’s scrunched toes. Good riddance.

But right away, Cody had a new problem. His transmogrifier watch, assuming such a ridiculously-tiny thing didn’t get kicked or vacuumed away in the last week, was somewhere down there on the ground directly around where Bri now stood. Unfortunately, having entrenched himself so snugly among the girl’s warm ripe digits for the rapid ascent out of that dance shoe, Cody had secured himself too well against her firm puttied toe flesh for a swift exit. He struggled and grunted, fighting against centrifugal forces, doing everything in his limited power to slide out from the grasp of the wholly-unaware titaness’s foot and reach the floor. Bri was already on the move again, however, with each jaunty half-step she took adding minutes and possibly hours to the trek Cody would have to make later just to reach this spot again so he could search for the device necessary to let him regrow and reclaim his life. Yet again, much like what he’d endured the last time he was obliviously kidnapped by the dance-obsessed blonde’s naked foot and trampled around the house, there was nothing he could do except wait for her to stop walking, so he might finally have a slim opportunity to wriggle free from the slimy engorged flesh-canyon of this tender inlet between her enormous toes. On the other hand, Cody bitterly decided, if the alternative was to still be caught at the bottom of that shoe and watching his life flash before his eyes, he’d take this outcome any day. Just to bide the time and keep up his strength, he licked fresh rivulets of liquid leather-gunk that wept down into her toe-cleavage gulf, gagging like always but not allowing himself to waste a drop, after the famine he’d gone through in her shoe this past week.

Even before Bri’s foot halted, though, he heard other voices in the room –muffled by all the chaotic motion and cushy pressure around him – including Ashley’s. Knowing his girlfriend was close by, even when she had no idea where he was or the peril he’d been through, brought Cody mild comfort, though at the same time, he couldn’t help but regret not moving in with her by now. If only they lived under one roof, she’d have noticed his absence, and he might not be fighting for his life still at this inhumanly puny scale upon her little stepsister’s dirty bare ped. There was no point in feeling regrets now, though, only in persevering to retake an existence other than as a forgotten molecule of human toejam. With Ashley’s booming voice growing louder in Cody’s ears far above, Bri’s foot slowed its momentum, until he heard the dulled squeal of her moist undersole flesh skidding back to stillness against the hardwood floor. Her toes flexed apart and the micro-shrinker wrenched himself toward the light. Cody didn’t just hit the ground running, but might as well have been catapulted, due to a miniscule-yet-significant forward flick of the unknowing giantess’s digits. Rolling end-over-end, he breathlessly found rest, no longer either trapped in a shoe or stuck to a foot for the first time in a full week, and bathed in an ominously broad shadow.

When Cody dared look over his shoulder toward the would-be sky, he was greeted terrifyingly but familiarly now with the steeply-sloped mountainside façade of a beefy peach-pink under-arch, this time belonging to his uber-colossal girlfriend. Standing in front of the sink to wash the dinner dishes, Ashley had nonchalantly shifted her weight into the ball of her foot, while her heel was idly hoisted in midair high above, leaving plenty of space for Cody to tumble and sprawl beneath the wrinkled canopy of her voluminous sole. Stricken by a horrific sense of déjà vu, the little thing scrambled to stand and darted away with everything he had. He would not fall back into the same cycle, Cody furiously thought. He hadn’t gone through all of that, planning and persisting and keeping his mind from cracking, just to get swept up by another foot the instant after he was liberated from the last. The one-possible upside here was that Ashley’s foot, compared to Bri’s, wasn’t actively dripping with jammy sweat-sludge or wafting volcanic post-workout heat. Her body heat was palpable, not overpowering, and Cody only noticed a few powdered speckles of picked-up floor grit patterning his girlfriend’s upraised sole. But ultimately that didn’t matter; it could be the squeaky-cleanest flowery-scented foot in the whole world, and that still wouldn’t stop it from stamping and immediately molding him flat into the thrall of its profoundly heavy sole-mass, if he wasn’t fast enough to get out from under it.