Careful What You Wish For (Chapter 7)

Then back inside Cody went, as usual. Though he now had a distressing amount of practice at being ravaged by the giantess’s teeth, the experience had lost none of its metaphoric bite for Cody. And he still could do nothing to distance himself from ardent sensory-flaying difficulty of, again and again, having his edible body slit and bludgeoned asunder in this heated saliva-sloshing pit of despair. Being chewed up as Kayla’s broccoli was technically different than suffering the same fate as her salmon, since some harder chomps were required to break his thicker plant-based body down, but since he was eventually tempered down to a chunky multicolored drool-diluted muck useful only for gulping away, it was all the same to him in the end.

As the meal wore on, and Cody became each individual branch of broccoli cluster on the giantess’s plate, his previous efforts to bawl either for mercy from her or for rescue from the others were discouraged into quiet. There was clearly no point in trying to be heard over the unaware family’s energetic back-and-forth, especially not with Kayla stealthily providing him with such withering looks whenever he did. Though neither did the giantess seem to treat him any more kindly once he finally complied with the consequences of becoming her meal and played the part by not making noise. Or at least not voluntarily, since it was occasionally impossible not to let out a maddening holler from inside her mouth whenever a bit of him was chopped in half by incisors, burritoed into Kayla’s muscular tongue, or became uncomfortably pinched in the narrow grooves between back teeth. As if it wasn’t enough to be constantly grinded apart and liquefied, only to be made partially whole again back on her plate for the next bite, Cody’s personal soundtrack throughout this ordeal was a haunting mix of fun-loving voices while outside his owner’s maw, followed by a disturbing symphony of gurgles, gushes, tooth-clacks, and leafy shredding while the floret-bulbs of his own body were carnivorously plucked into gritty green sputum floating under her tongue.

When at last the final bite “of” Cody was placed into Kayla’s mouth, he could tell she took her time, first passing him whole from cheek to cheek in order to build up the suspense of exactly when she was going to restart the body-horror brutality of rending him into pieces. At one point, she even pressed his unchewed face into the plush inner gate of her sealed lips, as if she was considering spitting him back out. Inevitably, though, that slim hope was dashed when, without warning, Kayla ended his fearful anticipation by suddenly chewing through him at comical speed, like a squirrel dispatching nuts with the velocity of a jackhammer. She chomped from every which way, using her tongue to guide his disparate bits back into the center each time, until Cody was little more than a quivering heap of baby food-like broccoli mush slathered across the gooey bumps of the giantess’s taste buds.

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The smell of chlorine and distant splashing from the pool enticed Cody as his face protruded with sickened anxiety from the rounded heel-bound depression in Diane’s vacant leather flip-flop he’d been hybridized inside. A dip in the water sounded more refreshing than anything, after the hell he’d been through lately with an omnipotent Kayla, and he might not even feel the need to come back to the surface once he fell in. Especially if it would spare him from a disfiguring impact from Diane’s gargantuan size-6 bare foot, still freshly damp and pruny from swimming. Cody’s only hope here, after Kayla delightedly merged him into her stepmom’s abandoned poolside footwear, was that his personal foot-goddess was getting cocky now, daring to place him in situations where, if only he was luckier, he could finally get some help from the rest of the family. All he needed was one break, and the others would save him.

But that turnabout wasn’t coming yet, it seemed, as Cody heard the thunderous patter of the four giantesses’ footsteps, their upbeat voices, and the splatter of excess pool water dripping down their towering bikini-complimented figures. His flip-flop body was tucked under a lounge chair in the shade, and his tiny countenance buttoned in that sweat-flaky dip on the back of the insole might’ve been tough to spot in a passing glimpse, but surely there was a chance Diane would think to look down at her shoe before putting it on? When they were close enough, the shrunken shoe-man let out another hoarse cry for aid, but it was easily overshadowed by the titanic foursome’s laughter and cheer, and before he could protest any louder, the colossal matriarch’s foot was sliding onto the leathery platform, slotting the thong strap between her lithe wet toes and slumping the juicy contours of her sole into their dug-in impressions across the flop. Which, for Cody, meant his field of view was suddenly limited to up-close scrutiny of the peachy pool-glistening skin cells of Diane’s heel, followed by fast-descending darkness.

All the bracing in the world couldn’t have done him any favors. He shut his eyes and flexed every miniature facial feature in hopes of dulling the collision, but it still felt like being hit in the face by a massive canvas punching bag fired at him from a cannon. The technical-softness of Diane’s warm foot flesh only offered the slightest consolation, preventing little Cody’s face from outright splatting into gruesome viscera as though he’d been hit by plummeting concrete, but it was still one of the toughest blows he’d yet sustained while suffering through this poorly-chosen third genie wish, even if he didn’t completely break apart. The heft and firmness of the giantess’s heel, sturdier than any other province of her foot, was an absolute battering ram, and as it smacked down into the little guy’s face without the slightest awareness of what she’d just done, he felt his nose crack and shatter from the inside-out with brutality that would’ve made a heavyweight boxer blush. And she hadn’t even taken a step yet.

Cody swore he could feel his entire face throbbing as though squeezed by a blood pressure cuff while it bore the resting burden of Diane’s heel. Though the crushed remains of his snout were in a separate category of sharpened pain. The giantess’s skin, slick and chemically-scented from the pool, also reeked from the sweat of swimming laps, and an overwhelming zip of suntan lotion, though Cody could hardly smell it anyway while pitifully wheezing for any air at all though his wounds and smothered beneath the mountainous backend of her ped. This was before she’d even taken a single actual step on him, too, though that grief was soon to come, as he could just barely make out the sound of Kayla’s voice encouraging the others to follow her to a spot elsewhere with better sun. Something told him she would’ve found literally any excuse to make them move, though: specifically Diane, who obliviously agreed to follow. The moment the unaware blonde’s toes scrunched around the thong-separator of the flip-flop for liftoff, however, rolling the pressure from back to front across Cody’s anguished hybrid-shoe body, and as her heel mercifully thrust itself away from his face, the shrinker felt his nose repaired and the bloody bone-powdering torment alleviated to nothing. This reversal was instantaneous, taking place during the split-second arc of Diane’s foot above the poolside ground when the flop insole was allowed to dip away from the moist slab of her pinkish arch, but it was still enough for her unknown underfoot prisoner to find some badly-needed relief.