On Pointe (Chapter 1)

“Look, all I’m saying is, could we at least consider doing… I don’t know, a freaking BAKE SALE or something, instead of you-know-what?” Naomi groaned, once the four ballerinas were finally alone in the spacious mirror-walled studio where they’d just spent all day dancing and perspiring their hearts out.

“It’s just us now here, you know. You can say what it is out loud,” Jade replied, rolling her eyes and crossing her arms. As if to throw it in Naomi’s face, then, even though all four girls were wholly aware of this undertaking already, she loudly barked: “We’re gonna shrink super-duper micro-freaking small and pretend like we’re in a city getting attacked by a humongous ballerina and her nasty smelly sweaty-ass giant feet, so we can film it and turn into porn for a bunch of weirdos online who get off to that stuff.”

“Um, how can you call it pretend, when we’re actually gonna DO it for real?” Melanie grimaced with a shake of her head. She looked disdainfully at the floor, where they’d already arranged the incredibly-detailed model city for the upcoming paraphilic video shoot, once the studio was cleared out of their oblivious tutued peers. Though the intricate mock-urban sprawl could ordinarily have fit on a massive tabletop, they’d since shrunken it down even smaller, until the entire little town took up slightly less real estate than an average female footprint. “Like, yeah, I guess technically the city’s not really getting attacked, and we can’t really get hurt… supposedly… but it’s not exactly fake, either. Because we’re REALLY gonna be that small, and River’s FOOT is actually gonna… ugh. Maybe Naomi’s got a point.”

“Uh, you’re darn right I’ve got a point. C’mon, what’s wrong with a bake sale? I make amaaaaaazing brownies!”

“Brownies aren’t gonna bail the studio out, no matter how good they are,” Emilia matter-of-factly retorted, while tinkering with the high-definition video camera she’d soon use to film this specialized adult entertainment from an equally microscopic POV. The other three dancers begrudgingly listened, unable to disagree with her, no matter their reservations about shrinking and letting themselves be faux-terrorized by their soon-to-be-colossal peer’s raunchy exertion-drenched peds. “You know I’m right. Even if you put weed in ‘em, that wouldn’t be enough. We need SERIOUS cash, fast. And these days, the only way to do that is to sell a good time. But not just normal boring vanilla erotica. Anybody can get that, or make it themselves, for basically nothing. This has to be something special. The technology exists, yet barely anybody’s using it for this kind of thing. And trust me, for this? Especially us, on our feet all day, in tight shoes, cooking up exactly the kind of conditions these people want to see? I’m telling you, we’re going to make a fortune. Remember, it’s all for the studio. I don’t know about you guys, but this place is my second home, and I’m not about to let it go away without a fight.”

“Yeah, that sounds inspiring and all, until you think about the fact that we’re ‘fighting’ it by letting a bunch of gross strangers jerk off to all of us being tiny and gagging our freaking lungs out from River’s feet.”

“God, stop reminding me about that part, or I’m not gonna want to do it.”

“Whatever, I say we just get started so we can get this over with. Where is River, anyway? I swear, one minute she’s here, and then she just disappears whenever she wants.”

“Yeah, and remind me again why RIVER gets to be the big one, and we all have to let her stink us up while we’re micro? I mean, I don’t think her feet are any prettier than mine. Plus, mine are waaaaay daintier than those big ol’ honkin’ size-12s she has.”

“River gets to be the big one because she got her hands on a jailbroken PMRD. Simple as that. I don’t know about you guys, but I didn’t have a way to get ahold of one. It’s not easy, that’s for sure. She had the hook-up, she took the risk, so she gets to be the star. That was her one condition,” Emilia explained, ever the sensible one, again bluntly bringing the other three back to reality. Finished making her tweaks to the camera, she knelt above the puny shoeprint-sized city and practiced zooming in over the miniscule buildings which would soon appear enormously correct to them. “Plus, I don’t mean to start a whole thing here, but I put a lot of research into this. I looked at all of our feet, real close. And, hate to break it to you, but River’s feet just have the ‘it’ factor these people are into. First of all, they’re the biggest out of the four of us, but not like ugly-big. Good shape, and she takes care of them, except when we’re dancing. She’s got calluses, obviously, like all of us do, but no crazy gnarly ones. Trust me, this is for the best. And, hey, if these first videos we make really take off, then maybe we can talk about taking turns with who gets to be the big one.”

Naomi, Jade, and Melanie grumbled under their breaths to varying degrees of annoyance, clearly feeling put-upon, but reticently accepted this answer from their de facto executive producer. Just then, as if on cue, the back door opened and in walked River. While the other four had changed back into their street clothes for the video, the chosen giantess-to-be was still dressed in her scarlet-hued practice leotard, though she’d done away with the stockings she’d worn earlier in the day, as well as her dance shoes, and instead donned her bare feet in a chic pair of crystalline-walled slip-on flats with silver-backed heels. Though the translucence of these vessels was difficult to tell at a glance, since they were currently fogged almost opaque except where her foot flesh was smushed into contact with the interior, as if someone had exhaled hot breath on a cold window in winter. In fact this was more-or-less the process which had occurred, considering the effort and strain every ballerina in the company daily put themselves through, which meant that each day inevitably ended with weary bodies and sore swollen ruddy-flushed feet radiating palpable heat for hours afterward.

“Hey, sorry, guys. I’m ready now,” River gently apologized as she approached. Standing before the closest mirror, she made adjustments to her chocolate-brunette hair, combing her fingers through her bangs, and puckered up to check that her makeup was still acceptably done.

“About time,” Melanie said.

“So where’s the shrinky-dink thingy?” Naomi asked. “Let’s get this done.”

“Where’ve you been, anyway?” Jade added.

“Well…” River sheepishly muttered, and exchanged a glance with Emilia, who only shrugged. “…I was just walking around in these shoes outside, to get them… you know… warmed up a little more.”

“WHAT?” Jade and Naomi balked in unison, while Melanie shook her head, then pointed at their peer’s clear obviously-humid shoes, and gasped: “Are you kidding me? Just look at that! Gross! They’re sweating like CRAZY! Why’d you think you had to walk around even more, huh? We’ve been dancing all day! Isn’t that enough?”

“She said I should do it,” River replied, guiltily indicating toward Emilia, whereupon the other three turned their scoffing ire upon the camerawoman. “She said it would help the video.”

“Look, I’m sorry, but it’s true,” Emilia said. “This isn’t just about us being tiny, and her foot being huge. It has to… you know… get down and dirty. I’m telling you, these people are into the filth. Sweat and grime and stink. They have to practically feel how hot it is, steaming through the screen, as if they’re really in the city with us. They have to be so into it that they think they can smell her feet right there above them while they’re watching the video. They have to-”

“Okay, okay, we get the picture. You can stop describing her feet. We’re about to find all that nasty stuff out for ourselves, anyway,” Naomi interrupted.

“I still don’t see why she had to make them gross for REAL!” Melanie insisted.

“Seriously. We could’ve easily cleaned them up really nice, so they didn’t stink too bad for us, and then just got them wet and put make-up on them to LOOK dirty for the camera,” Jade snarked. “Did you guys even think about that? Huh?”