Big Time Espionage (Chapter 2)

Beta and Charlie were by far the most affected, being closest to the direct source of that sweaty soured leathery-tinted reek, as it washed over them in unseen waves. Their knees soon gave out and they collapsed to their haunches, wheezing and hacking on repeat. Though curiously, their disgust at the flavor of her feet never quite reached the level of physical nausea, even while their stomachs knotted and insides clenched as more and more of that wet putrefied perspiration-soupy odor flooded their airways. Strong as it was, the smell didn’t feel or taste poisonous to them; it simply had them gripped in its thrall. Unintentionally bowed before the dangled backend of that left flat now, with eyes watering and lips quivering and mouths paradoxically salivating, Beta and Charlie looked up again at the half-naked monolith of that peachy wrinkly complexion-flushed underfoot crescent. Right then, the giantess flexed her toes and raised her foot even higher out of the flat. As more underfoot real estate came into the light, letting the damp puffy-creased surface area of sole flesh gleam in all its grimy glory, the spies froze up even more helplessly, like they were hunkered on the deck of a ship as a stormy tidal wave higher than the mast prepared to crest over them.

Basic survival instinct told them to run, as did Alpha through the comms, but neither Beta nor Charlie could do anything except stare unblinkingly up at the woman’s steadily-unveiled foot while her long pithy toes at last stroked over the stretched-out maw of her shoe to make their exit. In fact, they appeared to only fall deeper under the aromatic spell of that foot as its shade consumed them, with her sole now hovering scarcely two inches over their heads, while her toepads caressed precariously along that outer rim of her shed flat. Alpha, still not quite grasping what was happening here as the same effect took its toll on his own faculties, watched as the humbly crouched quarter-inch twosome became utterly hypnotized by the soft doughy humidity-oiled canvas of the giantess’s arch like some premiere fresco in an art museum. The closer her foot hung above them, feeding them an even headier dose of that pouring steam, the more seduced into staying they became, even while the color had still left their faces and they gagged for dear life against the onslaught of festering salt-cured odors misting relentlessly out of that spongy blushed feminine sole texture. Alpha made a move to retreat and try dragging Beta and Charlie along with his own two hands, but before he could take a step, the oblivious purple-haired colossus finally released her toes’ grasp upon the flat, instead plunging that short distance to the floor.

With a cushy whoooomp, she let her bare undersole descend and lie against the ground, and in the process, splatted that meaty sweat-drizzled weight across both unfortunately captivated spies. Though they gratefully weren’t crushed dead or even badly injured, Beta and Charlie were nonetheless instantly forced face-up and spread-eagle, and that wet bond between their hapless bodies and the alien’s foot only grew stronger and stickier as she began to lackadaisically shift it back and forth atop them. The voluminous saturation of sweat combined with the heat of the day gave the giantess’s flesh a luckily forgiving yield, even temporarily swollen from marching about the building, which meant that its pillowy plushness stopped short of applying actual grievous bone-bending pressure onto Beta and Charlie. Instead it felt like they’d been buried under a thirty-deep stack of sopping wet mattresses, in terms of physical burden. But that was just about the only upside here. Now in direct contact with the foot which had already put them under its smelly influence from afar, tacked against her skin like bugs on flypaper, the spies may as well have been slurping the unaware woman’s mawkish shoe-bottled odor through a purifying gas mask. As her immense sole gently yet firmly grinded upon them, balling her toes and constantly reshaping the fleshy divots marking that whole underside expanse, it ensured a fresh gasp of that bitter scourge was always swirling about their flattened bodies and forcibly inhaled.

The same went for that muggy collection of foot sweat, painted over every curve and into every wrinkle crevice, as it was wiped remorselessly atop Beta and Charlie like quarter-inch-tall welcome mats. Within seconds of the happily clueless worker’s halfhearted undersole smushing, both spies felt like they’d taken a sudden dunk into swampy lukewarm scum-coated waters, with the grotesque smell to match, as even their specialized tactical uniforms were soon soaked through with her leaked perspiration. It itched at their own bodies, feeling like a spatter of almost-living slime that crept over their physiology beneath the clothing, and though they had no idea, that fluid immersion also allowed the giantess’s pheromones to instill themselves even deeper into the invaders’ systems. Though still on some level repelled by the omnipotent stench and accompanying sludge factor of the woman’s filthy foot, as they were repeatedly squished against the floor like discarded cigarette butts, Beta and Charlie only tried to fight back against what was happening for the first few seconds of this accidental hostage situation. After some feverish squirming, they quickly gave up on fighting to freedom, but not because they recognized that there was no hope of out-muscling the foot of such a superior being, whether she was aware of their presence or not – though that part was true, too. Rather, as the vinegar-fleshed vileness of that scent blossomed in their lungs, and her sweat muddied their clothes, the pair were more hypnotized than ever, and at once felt no compulsion whatsoever to stop this. As if they’d not only accepted it, but wished to surrender themselves to whatever happened next.

Meanwhile, the other four spies’ moderately-safer distance from the giantess’s highly-affecting peds meant that they hadn’t yet achieved that same surreal resignation as Beta and Charlie, but something strange was definitely happening. Delta, Echo, and Foxtrot had stumbled away from that shoe just as it was vacated, only to stagger onto all fours like animals once they were poised before the still-wriggling toe section of the right side, as a latent perfume of toejammy muck kept them from venturing any further away. Alpha at last had enough perspective to realize that something was wildly amiss here, and they were in the middle of a losing battle that required no outward violence for them to be soundly conquered. Still, even recognizing that, all he could do was lumber like a tiny zombie back toward that shapely now-bare left foot as it proceeded to unwittingly massage and crunch upon his two teammates. Except he felt no need to hurry, nor even to rescue the pair from any further quashing beneath that surely-leaden sweat-basted giant sole.

Instead, he was coming closer to it via his own irrational allure. Even being a red-blooded deeply-heterosexual being, Alpha had never before looked at a foot (usually belonging to a giant alien he was sneaking past) as anything except an easily-outfoxed obstacle, and it had certainly never crossed his mind to appreciate the aesthetics of such a thing. Yet here he was, standing only a couple inches away now from a colossal woman’s naked foot in likely its hottest grungiest debris-caked form, and he was undeniably attracted. Even enchanted. Goose bumps prickled over him as he drank in the lovely geometry of that humongous dirty appendage: the robustness of that thick-padded sole, the dewdrop-sculped pads of the pink toes, and every dimpled ravine striping the underside while coated in a fragrant gloss of syrupy sweat. He’d never before felt so drawn to something, and every breath he took and second he spent gawping at her foot only made that truer. At the same time, the other three yet-uncaptured spies in front of her shoes made a feeble effort to army-crawl away from this unexpectedly dominating adversary, but were ultimately left just as vulnerable as Beta and Charlie when her right foot surged off the ground. It swooped low over their heads, very nearly kicking them into the wall beyond, then came back down on the opposite side, only heel-first with a weighty thud, while the rest of the giantess’s flat-clad appendage was propped vertically in place.