Careful What You Wish For (Chapter 26)

In hindsight, it should’ve been obvious where he was right away, since this precise fate had consumed his thoughts in that same memory, letting him contemplate nothing except the possibility of becoming a humanoid fleck of dreck gummed precariously onto the warm perspiration-glossed underbelly of the oblivious giantess’s ped. Now that it had literally happened, though, no-doubt thanks to Kayla’s ever-evolving power over him, it still took an instant for his bittersweet fortune to sink in. As much as he’d previously wanted this, though, upon remembering everything about the genie’s wishes and his owner’s eternal game of torture-the-fetishist, plus realizing what a harrowing mentally-subordinating experience it was to really be this small and fragile and high up – a meaningless particle in every way that counted – Cody decided that maybe he’d overestimated how badly he actually wanted this. A flash of the usual automatic arousal did pass through him, but was quickly drowned out by the awe-striking terror that came with so abruptly remembering his own defenselessness, and then finding himself fastened what felt like a quarter-mile off the ground in a mushy embrace with the claggy flesh-printed middle province of Kayla’s unbelievably gigantic sole.

“Having a nice trip down memory lane, FREAK?” Kayla’s patronizing voice boomed from what felt like every direction at once, resonating so powerfully in Cody’s head he feared he might shiver himself right off the wall of her sweaty sole and plunge to the table far below. The Kayla of the past, upon whose foot he was loosely perched, still didn’t move except for the occasional idle twitch that felt like the momentum of a cruise ship bobbing on the ocean. As far as Cody could tell, she had no idea he was here, yet there was no mistaking that tone. “You really should THANK me. There are so many other ways I could be screwing with you right now. So many ways I could make you hurt. But instead, I’m making one of your biggest saddest stupidest dreams ever come true! That’s right, you’re not dreaming this. You’re back there. Doing the impossible sick-ass stuff you wished for, before I ever had to learn about all that nasty foot-religion crapping up your slow-bus brain. Yeah, turns out I really can control EVERYTHING about you, including your whole life, and every single second in it! Neat, huh? Don’t worry, I thought about taking you back to the day you were born and making sure you never ever have the chance to annoy me, but then I decided to keep you around after all. It’s just too much fun making you hate the thing you love. It was a close call, though. Not erasing your existence, I mean. So, you’re welcome for that.”

Cody was suitably chilled by Kayla’s casual joking about her ability to wipe his life’s timeline clean, though the place she’d chosen to lodge him was already so much for him to take in that he couldn’t afford to react with much enthusiasm. The perceptible thrum of her pulse, the tepid equator-like clime from her sole skin, the saltily bombastic waft of that acrid shoe-funked odor, and the hyper-detailed pruniness of every drenched squiggle-pattern in the flesh creases of her puttied arch all flooded and dominated his senses while stickered so pitifully close to the utter enormity of this underfoot monument.

Every signal sent through his nerves by the sights, sounds, textures, and flavors of Kayla’s larger-than-life sole contributed to making Cody feel as meager and inconsequential as he’d ever lustfully dreamed of while sitting in that armchair two years ago and just hypothetically imagining himself becoming that speck which had been accidentally kissed into place on the bottom of her foot by a chance stride. Now, though, after everything he’d been through with his personal macrophilic goddess thanks to that ill-chosen third wish, Cody had more than enough experience to know he didn’t want or need more of such treatment, when his body, self-worth, and soul had already been shrunken what felt like thousands of times to disastrous effect. He could only handle so much more.

Just when Cody was beginning to fret that the fulfillment of this fleeting and indeed-moronic aspiration to become a dot of grit pasted onto Kayla’s foot, then, his feeble micro-existence was thrown into yet another echelon of helpless alarm as the living island of that sumptuous greasy-pulped sole shifted abruptly, taking him with it. In a flash, past-Kayla had propped her foot over the opposite knee, suddenly bringing her colossal face into view – and, contrary to history, she was staring directly at the anthropomorphic speck caked onto her astronomic size-9, with a zealous grin on her lips.

“SURPRISE!” she bellowed. And even though past-Kayla’s foot remained relatively stable, the grain-sized Cody was diminutive enough in comparison to her that even the mildest vibrations generated by speech were felt like seismic disruptions all throughout her body, straight down to the tremoring breadth of her balmy sole-brawn. As she got rolling on another of her famous depression-causing rants, Cody soon realized that the all-powerful present-day Kayla was nonchalantly altering history and speaking to him directly through her own past-body. “Yeah, I know, this isn’t how it actually happened. I didn’t really look at that spot back when this happened, and I definitely didn’t talk to the speck on my foot. I’d have to be CRAZY to do that, right? But who cares if that’s different, because it’s already plenty different enough that I let your horny worthless little speck-self become the dirt you always knew you were meant to be, way before you ever met that genie. I mean, I definitely didn’t remember any of this day, because the time that this happened literally didn’t mean shit to me, but apparently, it’s one of the most IMPORTANT moments of your tiny pathetic extremely-unimportant foot perv life! Isn’t that crazy how that works out? Something that meant sooooo much to you, made you wish sooooo hard to be a dirt-speck, and kept you awake sooooo many nights thinking about that same dirt-speck on my sole and jerking off to it like a mental patient. And it was still something totally pointless that I would’ve forgotten about forever, if I couldn’t pick through all the boring moments of your stupid life now like some stupid YouTube playlist. Look at what’s happening here, really. All I did was stick my feet up on a table. Chilling, relaxing after the gym, watching TV. That’s all. I wasn’t thinking about any little piece of floor crap smaller than a bug that got stuck on my foot, and I was thinking even less about YOU! Which means you mattered preeeeetty much nothing to me. Come to think of it, that’s still true. Yep. That really is how much you matter to me: an amount even smaller than that dumb speck you just became. Not TOTALLY nothing, because I get a pretty big kick out of this power over you that you were stupid enough to give me. But, you know… still really close to nothing.”

Brutally chastened as usual by Kayla’s heartlessness, even while knowing there was a sickening amount of truth in her condescension, Cody humbly focused now on not sliding down the intimidating wrinkle-divoted hillside of the giantess’s propped-over undersole. That was all he could really do until she chose otherwise. As it turned out, Kayla was more than happy to help him with that concern about falling – though not in the most comfortable of ways – as she gave him a last taunting smirk before extending her foot back out over the table and snuggling it close atop its twin, which instantly squashed Cody’s sweat-cohered body into that sweltering wall of deific sole all the tighter.