Fantasy Foot League (Chapter 3)

“Oh, yeah, I can tell already. This is gonna work out GREAT!” the giantess cheesed from above, apparently not self-conscious enough to keep her voice down, despite there being no one obvious around for her to address. She wanted Cody to catch every word, even when her toes were busily compacting him into another new shape of doughy grit-soaked foot crud. “By the way, I don’t know if you’re trying to talk to me now… because I actually can make it so you can do that directly into my earbuds… but I decided to skip that now, for two reasons. Reason number one: Have you ever heard of some disgusting sticky lil’ toejam gob being able to talk? I mean, I sure haven’t, and it’d be pretty fucked-up if it could. Reason number two: My special woman’s intuition superpower tells me that you may or may not have some grumpy things to say to me right now, even though I bought you fair and square, so instead of taking all those bad vibes from you when I only just paid good money for your pathetic midget-ass, we’ll just let you go ahead and have some time to think about those grumpy things by yourself. Maybe even come up with some NICER things you want to say to me instead. Hey, just a thought, considering everything you do, think, eat, breathe, and literally are is going to be up to me for the next week, so I don’t know, it might be smart of you to be polite toward the person who’s gonna be your personal fucking GODDESS for a while here.”

Miserable, and totally re-evaluating his already-shaky opinion of Kayla now, Cody hoped he’d get a reprieve during the drive home, since he’d been nestled between the toes of the giantess’s left foot. Nevertheless, even though he was saved from the footwork required to operate the pedals, Kayla evidently wasn’t about to let her new toy get bored for a single instant. With the music booming from the car speakers, she alternated singing enthusiastically along and offering spur-of-the-moment guesses at Cody’s possible uses for the next seven days, but throughout, her left foot matched the throbbing beat of the song playlist, which meant that her sole was in a constant game of leaden pat-a-cake with the flip-flop, and her toes were tirelessly flossing up and down the thong. This meant her organic toejam plaything was brutally misshaped even faster than when she was walking upon him, causing Cody’s wet-fuzzed form to splatter hard against her greasy flesh then rebound off the footwear strap and squash into a yet-new shape on the other side instead, all within the span of head-pounding seconds, before rinsing and repeating in the squalid mugginess of her exercise-ripe aura. Even if Kayla had been gracious enough to allow her footbound hostage to telepathically communicate with her, he wasn’t sure he could’ve sent out a single coherent thought except random expletives and internal cries of desperation to get off this hellish roller coaster. So maybe it really was better that she’d marooned him in his own terrified thoughts for the whole ride home.

“Whew. Don’t ya just love coming home and kicking your feet up after a long hard day?” Kayla sighed as she sunk into her couch. Letting her flip-flops slide away, the giantess propped her left foot up over her thigh. Then, after crossing her big toe across its neighbor and clenching them together the hardest yet, Cody’s gray perspiration-clotted form was pancaked painfully thinner than ever before squelching up toward the light like the last dab of toothpaste in the tube, the titanic athlete guffawed, flipped the bird at her charge once more, then used that same finger to flick his dredged-up shape onto the floor far below.

The journey down and subsequent crash landing into the carpet was vertigo-inducing, but still nowhere near as punishing as everything Cody just endured in the relatively-short time since he was first lodged among Kayla’s juggernaut toes. Despite having access to fresher air now, however, and no more walls of beefy print-lined toe flesh actively crumpling his jam-body for the thousandth time, he felt far from optimistic about his outlook here. Indeed, the drive home had chastened any angrier responses out of his system, and as Kayla loomed above his grubby eighth-inch-scale shape like an impossibly immense god-queen, the little thing was ready to negotiate his way out of this mess, no matter the cost in dignity or dollars.

“Whoops, almost forgot to change you back. But, you can’t really blame me, either. I mean, look at you. Dirty, sloppy, pathetic, bottom-feeding… it’s not like you’re that different right now from usual, foot slave. All right, I guess I’ll go ahead and give you back some of your special privileges. You know, like being able to move and talk. Just don’t forget that I giveth, but I also taketh away, if you bitch at me too much,” Kayla joked, though her message was gravely serious. After she fiddled with the transmogrifier, Cody felt his former anatomy autonomously remolding itself back out of his shapeless salt-bogged rawness. Even better, as his limbs reshaped and his facial features came back, he could in fact move again, though he didn’t regain a fraction of height. Cody thought he felt small at two inches, but even that would make him enormous compared to this. Far more upsetting than that realization, however, was the discovery that although he’d seemingly regained normal human function and geometry, Cody’s skin, hair, and clothes all consisted uniformly of the same sticky lumpy stench-succulent toejam gristle. Standing up now, he couldn’t keep himself from violently tremoring, both due to the body-horror disgust of his hybridized state, and because being made of foot-rubbed mush made him flimsier than wet cotton candy.

“You’re welcome,” Kayla boomed, setting aside the device. Relishing her omnipotence over her buglike toejam-golem for a few moments before speaking again, the giantess alternated thumping the balls of her feet down on the carpet with concussive oomph, barely lifting her gargantuan soles off the floor at all, yet causing her near-weightless victim to cower and topple all the same at each epic footfall. “I figured you’d be more comfortable like this, anyway, after how cozy you got between my toes. Yeah, you look pretty gross right now, but it’s not like you have to impress anybody this week. I’m the only one who’s going to see you for now, and I think you’re an ugly little turd no matter whether you’re made of person or you’re made of the juicy stuff I scrape out from between my toes! So, let that reassure you. Or, don’t let it. I don’t really give a shit either way. Anyway, maybe we’ll just keep you this way all week. It’ll depend how good of a job you do at living up to the ‘slave’ part of your title. Because, see, you haven’t actually done anything yet to make yourself worth all that money I just blew on being allowed to fuck with you however I want. Literally all you’ve done is get stuck between my toes. Pretty lazy for a slave, if you ask me. Make a good impression here, though, and we just might get along. Now walk up to my big toe, Cody, and start licking. I’m betting your tongue is pretty-fucking-nano sized right now, so you’re really going to have to put in some effort to make me feel it.”

During his infrequent moments of lucidity while smashed between Kayla’s toes as less-human lint, Cody had rehearsed ways he might kindly talk his way into mercy, no matter if he had to offer his girlfriend’s sister quadruple what she’d paid for him, and give her an endless string of compliments to avoid whatever she had planned. Now, though, scarcely able to stand while the monumental slabs of her wrinkly sun-smooched soles caused his pitiful toejammy frame to slip and fall over every aftershock, and healthily imbued with the deepest fear of this colossal version of Kayla than he’d ever placed in a living thing before, Cody could only humbly trek toward the appointed toe; all he could do for now was obey and hope for a better opportunity to appeal. Even when he stood at his tallest, that robust spiral-printed extremity comparatively rose a full story above his head. Nonetheless, noticing Kayla’s finger hovering over the transmogrifier trigger with probable intent to make his downward-spinning existence even worse if he refused, Cody took a deep breath and forcibly face-planted his scummy hybrid body, tongue-first, into the muscular boulder-bulb of that hot-blooded toe.

“Not bad. For a first attempt,” Kayla remarked while her toejam-transformed subject gruesomely licked the grime-spackled horizon of her wriggly digit flesh. “I mean, my expectations were pretty much at rock-fucking-bottom, so it’s not like you had to try very hard to meet that level. Still, you’re definitely doing better than I thought you would. Good news for you, this means you might actually get to keep those moving and talking privileges more often, because if you’d screwed up at the very first hurdle here as my foot slave, I might’ve had to turn you back into a dirt speck and shoved you back between my toes, just to keep you out of my way for the rest of the time. So, congratulations, Cody. I think we’re really gonna bond this week. Or… maybe longer than that. Two weeks, a month… forever. Who knows? Look, I can’t be sure, and I know you only signed up for a week, but all I’m saying is, I kind of have a black-belt in customer service loopholes. And in speaking to the manager so that I get what I want. I don’t do it often, but… this just might be the time to whip out those skills.”