A History of Intersize Relations: First Contact (Chapter 3)

The deeper into her giant shoe I went, the more the leather ground and the mushy insole wall reactively sunk, since they were just as saturated still with glazed-over moisture as the saltwatery shoreline where the giantess had left those first massive cratered footprints for us to find. The material was sticky, borderline slimy in places, and yielded sappy droplets of sopped-in fluid when pressed. Yet somehow the shoe didn’t disgust or disturb me as I ran my hands over those dingy surfaces – but then again, I tended to feel fascination first over repellence to anything new and noteworthy that I encountered in my studies, no matter how dredged in grime and smut that ‘anything’ happened to be.

Nor did I feel that way even when, in accordance with the recordkeepers’ protocol, I opened my mouth and stuck out my tongue against an especially succulent portion of the shoe’s insole, faded gray and flattened from countless sole-grinding collisions. Taste, after all, is an important but often overlooked sensory element when absorbing an experience, and would be necessary for my notes to be up to code. Like the smell, the flavor that greeted my taste buds and throat then was somewhat-expectedly powerful, especially after all the time I’d had during my trek inwards to learn the complex bouquet of grungy aromas which could derive from the giantess’s shoe. That same acrid vinegary miasma flowed through my senses again, only this time it warmed my gullet and made my cheeks crackle. Still, even that period of adjustment to the scent’s stronger wallop wasn’t nearly enough to numb me to it, and particularly not when I proceeded to lick, nibble, and suckle at multiple points along the giantess’s insole as though trying to slurp the still-hot juices from a freshly-grilled flank of steak. The material certainly gave up its liquid bounty with the same ease as literal meat, though of course it tasted nothing like that. I would’ve more easily compared it to a strain of liquor made using a heavy portion of her perspiration, so coarse and over-fermented that its original non-sweated ingredients, however fanciful or finely-crafted they may have once been, had all been reduced now to a tart putrescent ultra-grubby mess.

Similar discoveries awaited me back outside, as I emerged to scale the ladders and scaffolding still arranged around the giantess’s feet themselves, then proceeded to apply the same thorough dedication to my studies here. Though that ripe aura was harvested in a much greater mind-bending concentration within her shoes rather than from the sources themselves, particularly now that her feet had been gently airing out for a while now, it was still tangibly present wherever I pressed my face against her skin and imbibed the aroma as intensely as possible. Of course I was well-familiar with what flavor to expect exuding from her flesh by this point, though there were still key distinctions worth logging in my records. For obvious reasons, the scent inside her shoes was laced more aggressively with notes of earth and leather, not to mention dew-stained musk, as the material was made to weather and warp over time from the heat and pressure of her marching foot.

The giantess herself, however, bore still-flowing fumes that I hadn’t detected as specifically while exploring inside her shoe: mustiness crystallized by gems of gelatinous perspiration, a lathery long-spent rub of harsh chemical-tinted soap, a stronger fog of odorous sweat-fueled spice, and a hint of graceful cross-pollinated flowers. More fascinatingly, the intensity of each flavor changed at various junctures all over her foot. The bottom of her heel was blanketed in the rubbed-in piquancy of her shoe insole, no-doubt from digging in said heel against the ground, while the curved plain of her sole was gifted with more of that soapy floral headiness, and finally her toes were characterized by a sweaty milky-sour tang. Naturally, this realization made it imperative for me to once again make contact with every last speck and curve of surface area constituting these magnificently huge appendages, over those sturdy puffed heels and along every pliable arch crease and into the smushed cleavage between each toe. This time not just observing and grappling, but also sniffing and licking across those same damp plush-fleshed features to scrounge up every last sensory detail I could claim. This behavior of mine, too, inspired especially boggle-eyed looks of confusion and astonishment from my temporary cohorts, but again to their credit, they didn’t question my methods or ever refuse the aid I requested. Now that’s what I call patriotism.

Rationally, it was impossible not to perform all these recordkeeping tasks as completely as I could without soon filling my lungs with the giantess’s staunch shoe-borne musk, as well as my belly with lapped-off drops of fluid from both in and outside her massive footwear. My face and clothing, too, were eventually slopped in sole grease, leather crumbs, filth smudges, and semi-liquid grit chewed from between the titanic woman’s tender toes. A lesser servant of the public might have found this meal of stench and foot grease to disagree with their constitution so much so that they had to quit logging, and I admit that mine required some adjustment for a while. Yet still my scintillation with this newfound larger-than-life superhuman being gradually overrode those biologic shortcomings of mine, until I’d not only become accustomed to the overpowering atmosphere surging from every cell of her body (or at least those I’d witnessed, touched, smelled, and tasted so far), but also craving the next discovery. As many years as I’d spent training to be a recordkeeper, I hadn’t felt so invigorated by the work since I first began.

After that, we moved onward. My ten companions were already constructing scalable scaffolding at the various bodily junctures along her eight-hundred-foot-long supine frame which I’d pointed out were in need of study. Certain sections of her anatomy required longer to construct a safe way for us to access, which meant for the time being, the second major destination required a detour from my usual protocol order. After a lengthy trek alongside her sleeping body, we arrived at the giantess’s head, still serenely pillowed upon a hillside. An involuntary finger-twitch when we passed her hand had grievously spooked several of my helpers, which meant they were all even more on-edge when I informed them that I would need to investigate inside her mouth. They didn’t say it aloud, but the grim looks they exchanged told me they all were expecting her to abruptly awaken while I was in the middle of my studies and consume me whole.

Which in fairness had occurred to me too. Yet by this stage, all my initial wariness of her was forgotten, and I was focused exclusively upon honoring the significance of this event by the most astute recordkeeping I could muster, knowing it would be studied for generations to come. I was assured by the authorities, confirming my earlier suspicion, that a heavy helping of sleeping draft had been imposed upon her nostrils after her discovery, which ensured she would remain unconscious until a means to move her body was invented. Still, even their certainty of her deep sleep wasn’t a guarantee. They’d never had to drug a creature as tremendous as her before. Who was to say she wouldn’t gasp back to wakefulness, then either guzzle me down by accident, or purposefully swallow me in self-defense? I certainly couldn’t blame her for either hypothetical reaction.

Neither could I let that risk stop me, however. A makeshift bridge was arranged over the giantess’s lovely dreaming face and her lips were gently wedged open, though carefully so, by my insistence. There was no reason to hurt her, after all, no matter whether she might or might not retaliate against us once she was roused to life again. Three men rigged me to a rope pulley and lowered me into the awaiting cavern of her opened maw. As I’d already ventured inside her shoe, I’d had my share today already of entering dark confined well-warmed places. Though of course her footwear was much more spacious compared to her mouth, even as large as she was. And unlike then, when I could safely tread over the ground without fear of falling, I was keen not to slip off the rope which kept me suspended midway into the depths of her mouth. Especially so as to avoid any unfortunate gulping reflexes, if I slipped and became lodged in her throat like an ill-placed berry.