On Pointe (Chapter 3)

The others quieted and turned to look. Sure enough, River had received the textual go-ahead from Emilia and made her move. The leotard-clad giantess was obviously still doing her best to be sensitive to her micro peers’ newfound susceptibility to even the smallest motions and noises, as her controlled paces forth in their direction were short, lethargic, and hardly left the ground so as to minimize the ensuing brunt of her footfalls. All the same, the foursome were so obscenely small now that even River’s most cautious near-shuffling gait caused the entire city to tangibly shiver with each impact. Each purposefully-soft landing between her flat soles and the hard studio floor nonetheless issued a bassy HWOOOOOOM that echoed between the puny buildings and rattled in the shrunken dancers’ eardrums. And while much of River’s body above the knees appeared out of focus to them, by nature of how comparatively far above she stood, her lower features – and the true stars of this video – were brought into sharper clarity. They’d all gotten a peek at the giantess’s see-through flats when she entered the studio, particularly when Melanie pointed out how muggily misted they’d become after a heated jaunt around the block. Yet still there was no way any of the tiny dancers could’ve appreciated even a fraction of true detail until they observed it from this ridiculously lowly scale, where even the tallest building (such as the one they occupied now) was barely taller than River’s toes.

Over the lower rooftops, the shrunken crew could spy and discern every last grungy trait adorning those heartily-trekked size-12 vessels like a twisted city-sized art installation. The insides of River’s tepid shoes weren’t simply fogged cloudy-white, but were also now streaked with beads and trickles of sweat that formed lines of moisture thicker than babbling creeks running through a forest. Those stray pathways of salty fluid, thankfully still confined to her flats for the time being, were painted and smeared in new directions from even the careful momentum of her slow strides toward the city. River’s shamble forth also allowed the four dancers to observe the lurch of her enormous naked peds still housed inside those stuffy not-quite-clear hulls. Her feet both subtly shifted position within their barely-ventilated housings and pressed snuggly against the walls, until her rosy-pink flesh was gently pressurized and briefly shaded yellowish as it smushed flatter like dough, before withdrawing and resuming its former blushed hue again. Wherever her skin was previously pressed, an oily impression of those delicate gridlines in the peachy flesh texture – particularly upon her insteps and the ringed pads of her shapely toes – was firmly left behind. These minute provinces of her feet then stamped a condensation-soaked memory of themselves onto the barely-translucent surface using that liquefied sweat fog she’d been steaming up ever since this morning. But especially now after she’d taken an extra power-walk outside to make sure the two real stars of this show truly shined with fresh greasy perspiration and a funky musk so cloyingly irrepressible that it could almost be tasted by sight alone.

At last, River stood directly before the city, with the pointed bows of both flats conscientiously poised directly at its outskirts, just as her friends had done before shrinking. Despite dozens of model city blocks still separating them from the giantess’s gallingly leviathan feet, the diminutive dancers were witnessing their costar now in such an imposing ultra-detailed new light that it practically felt like they could’ve leaned over the rooftop railing, reached out, and touched River’s balmily murked flats. It was breathtaking, in all the best and worst ways – though mostly the latter for Naomi, Melanie, and Jade. Ironically, said breath was taken away before the toy city’s actual air quality was made to change, just by frightened amazement alone.

“J-Jesus…” Melanie stammered.

“I… knew she’d look big. Just, you know, not that… holy shit,” Jade sighed.

“Are we definitely totally one-hundred-percent sure that she can’t hurt us?” Naomi whispered. “What if she makes a mistake and kicks the building over? Or just squishes us like bugs? G-God, not even like bugs, because freaking bugs would literally be BIGGER than us now!”

“One hundred percent sure,” Emilia sincerely promised, which seemed to soothe the other three. “I know, it’s a lot. Your brain’s telling you she’s the hugest strongest heaviest living thing you’ve ever seen and that she could totally destroy you, plus everything around you, in one step. That’s only natural. Try to channel that energy into your acting. But the PMRD didn’t just make us smaller than we’re supposed to be – it also made us disproportionately durable. Seriously, River could stomp on this building as hard as she can, and grind her shoe down until all the buildings turned to dust, and it would still basically just feel like she was stepping on our faces at normal size.”

“Well, that’s… good, I guess,” Naomi gulped, semi-convinced. The other two dancers still appeared to have similarly mixed feelings about all this, and only more so as they were continually overwhelmed by the staggering presence of River’s gleamy perspiration-washed flats posed at the city’s edge like a pair of monolithic extraterrestrial warships readying for an invasion.

“And, ACTION!” Emilia declared, as she artfully framed the three dancers staring in bona fide astoundment at those swampily transparent shoes, as River’s feet absolutely dominated the rest of the shot, including the shrunken urban jungle.

“Oh, no,” the giantess murmured with a frown, as she stooped lower and squinted at the town until she spotted the rooftop, which Emilia had specially marked ahead of time with red paint and extra lights, to make it easier for River. Yet even narrowing her vision and concentrating as hard as she could, it was difficult to make out more than the vague shapes of her fellow dancers, dust-like as they’d become. Not that River needed to see their faces to get the job done. She shook her head, easing into the role of a haughty unimpressed deity-by-proxy, despite her smug character’s clashing with her own kinder softer-spoken disposition, then thunderously addressed them: “Wow. Is THIS your whole city? Really? I wasn’t expecting very much, but I at least thought I’d be able to see you! How do such little things expect to worship a GODDESS, when I could crush your entire civilization in just one step? I doubt I could even feel you!”