Dinner for One (Chapter 4)

Cody could hardly reconcile the fact that those stuffy burly peach-rosy colossi of her twin peds were the same size-6s that seemed so petite and squat from a human-height perspective. Finally, snapping back to his survival instincts, the newly-micro shrinker sprinted across the cluttered foliage of carpet fluff to get as far away from Bri as he could. Making progress was tough at this size, with his legs immeasurable fractions on a ruler and the rug terrain itself being such an obstacle, but Cody only needed to find a hiding spot before regrowing himself to a slightly-more-convenient size for making his escape from the house, now that he’d filled up on all the grime-dripping toejammy filth he could ever (or never) want to eat.

            Unfortunately, fate had other plans for Cody. The first clue of that was his wrist-worn transmogrifier, which – to his alarm – apparently required a longer recharge between size-swaps when the change was so drastic, and so bleeped with a low-battery symbol that told him he’d be stuck at this size for at least a while longer. The second clue was less subtle, as he heard and most of all felt the illusory earth-moving momentum of the unwitting blonde giantess rising from her chair. All she did was revolve toward the bedroom door, plant her naked soles flat on the carpet, and launch herself back to full height. Yet for Cody, it was like being present for a minor-to-moderate natural disaster, as he felt the ground trembling and the wind of her forward-thrusting feet before she was even close enough to touch him. Despite him running away from her for a solid two minutes, he’d scarcely advanced a distance that Bri couldn’t cancel out with the smallest single step. For that reason, there was nothing Cody could do as the broad vicinity around him was consumed in the thick-soled shadow of the totally-unaware girl’s overhanging ped, followed by her wrinkle-populous arch itself when it crashed down to take a step.

            In the seconds which followed, Cody was half-certain he’d just died on impact. The transmogrifier offered a modest durability booster, but it didn’t make him Superman, and he was small enough now for it to seem believable that literally any part of Bri’s body, from her pinky toe to even probably her hair, could exterminate him if accidentally used correctly with intense concentration. As it turned out, though, Cody was wrong about his demise, but definitely not his absolute insignificance. Because while his miniscule dust-weighted body didn’t burst apart at the moment that humongous foot collided with the ground – maybe owing to the supple variations of rippling creases in her doughy sole flesh protecting him from a harsher landing – he was still paltry enough that when Bri unintentionally stamped down on him, he adhered there to the bottom of her foot like a human barnacle. And then simply went with her, hurtling on dizzyingly steep arcs for the next stride and teetering upside-down then right-side-up again like a poorly-tested roller coaster, in obedience to the ever-tilting orientation of her behemoth sole.

            It all happened so fast that Cody had no capacity to react with anything but bug-eyed speechlessness, while plastered so firmly against the squishy shoe-fragrant beefiness of her skin. He defensively braced himself as best as he could, even while feeling like it was pointless given his utter diminutiveness, when the ground approached again and the titanic burden of Bri’s body mass was transferred once more from her heel up to her toes, and passing straight over her unseen passenger like a larger-than-life steamroller. That blow didn’t kill him either, as Cody realized that indeed the sponge-like yield of her sole matter was malleable enough to spare something as small as him from taking on enough focused pressure on each stomping floor reunion to actually obliterate him. Still, that precarious guarantee of “safety” didn’t make it any less traumatizing each time he was caught at the center of another thunderously WHAMMING bludgeon between Bri’s incredibly spacious hyper-dense undersole topography and those spriggy carpet fibers which bent like reaped wheat to her weight on each step.

            There was no way for Cody to know what was coming next, where they were headed now, or what his next move should be – if he even had a choice at all. During those fleeting flights when her foot was airborne and he could partially get his bearings before having his senses flummoxed by another bombastic impact, the little thing realized that he probably could put enough effort into unpeeling himself from the inverted plain of dewy dimple-shifting foot brawn, if only she’d hold still for a moment. Regrettably, though, even when he managed to liberate one or two limbs in midair, the next smash-down only recemented his whole micro form back against her damp gravity-swallowing sole flesh, making it a waste of limited energy on his part. For the time being, much to his dismay and mounting nausea, Cody just had to take what Bri was unknowingly dishing out.

            While the giantess ambled directionlessly around the house, sometimes shuffling in slow motion and sometimes marching with urgency, the bleary creature now suctioned invisibly to her arch – as his micro-body was basically indistinguishable from the flecks of carpet grit or insole lint also gummed onto her skin – felt yet another problem arising. As if he didn’t have enough of those to deal with already. Though Cody’s transformed state just barely prevented him from incurring any real injuries as a result of being trampled by a foot large enough to carve out a canyon, the extreme duress of being swooped and pounded every which way again and again was still taking a different kind of toll on him. Just when he’d temporarily satiated his mutated hunger and thirst for all the grisly fluids and smut-grubby refuse that he could pick from the unaware family’s feet, he felt his sickening appetites returning once more in record-time, all thanks to the energy-draining episode he was powerlessly going through under Bri now. It would’ve almost seemed ridiculous enough to be laughable if it wasn’t so disgusting: like he’d successfully pulled off a heist for the most hateful currency imaginable, only to spill most of his score while trying to make the getaway. Still, with nothing else to do now but suffer vertigo, cough from the stifling corn-chippy humidity of her sole, and seethe with endless regret, Cody did his best to lap up the glazy traces of saltine-pure sweat spattered over all the girl’s surrounding sole creases. The flavor was still as repellant as ever, but it only seemed consistent with his current train of bad luck that he’d be forced to effectively worship the very same uber-mondo bare foot that was simultaneously delivering him such an exhaustive beatdown.

            At long last, Cody got his chance to turn this debacle around when Bri finally stopped her aimless wandering and plopped down hard on the couch. She then crossed one leg over the other and left her foot to idly dangle in the air, fortunately the same one which her still-unfound micro-stowaway was still blistered upon. This was technically good news for Cody, since the alternative would’ve meant being held fast between a flush sole and the warm ground while intensely encumbered beneath the weight of both the giantess’s legs. However, being under this foot came with its share of downsides too, like having to stare down at a stomach-flipping plummet below which made him feel like he was hanging over the windy railing of a skyscraper, even though rationally he knew it was only a drop distance from the sofa cushions to the floor. With his heart in his throat, Cody reluctantly indulged in one last hydrating lick from the generous supply of pore slime mucked across the ample padding of Bri’s broad sole crescent, then worked earnestly to unstick his body from captivity while he still had the opportunity. His stamina was sleepily low after being unknowingly used to cushion the landings for so many of the absolutely-astronomic young giantess’s footfalls, but he put all his meager micro-strength into it, and after a few fatiguing minutes of tugging, loosened himself for good.

            As he free-fell, then, silencing an instinctive shout of terror while tumbling what felt like dozens upon dozens of stories toward the ground, Cody tried to tell himself it would be fine. He’d already endured a plunge like this many times while being walked upon by Bri, and survived just fine. Still, logic was of little comfort as he flew earthward and then ultimately plunked with the inconsequential brunt of a fallen bread crumb, weary and disoriented, but not hurt. Now standing far below the unaware blonde’s suspended foot, Cody hobbled toward the shade beneath the couch, where he could take shelter until the transmogrifier watch recharged, and then he could finally get out of here – and also work on however he was going to get revenge on Kayla for putting him in this harrowing position. Tragically, though, it seemed the universe was only taunting him with the illusion of a relief from tonight’s toejam-scarfing debauchery, but wasn’t done with him yet.