Shrinker on the Orient Express (7) - Paris to Munich 3

The shadow grew rapidly around him, expanding in all directions, but he wasn’t looking at that. No, the diminutive Dom had plenty of time to observe the other rapidly moving object, and that was the sock clad foot that was casting the shadow. He was on his back, looking up at the giantess’s right sole as it came down over him. At his size, he could see the individual fibres of the dirty, white sock, the darker areas under the ball of her foot and her heel distinct from the paler areas. He could already smell the sweat radiating from the swinging appendage as it approached, filling his nostrils with her scent. He watched as the foot flexed in anticipation of meeting his body, rippling with power far beyond his puny form.

She didn’t even give him a chance to defend himself, or protest his innocence. The colossal young woman’s foot struck him down like a crashing meteor, dropping him onto his back and pinning him there violently. With terrifying accuracy, Marianne had managed to place him right beneath her big toe, and used this to apply an agonising amount of pressure on the little pervert.

Dom cried out into the giantess’s sock as the musty fabric smothered him while his body was being crushed by her toe. He had seen how athletic the girl was, and far stronger than Elizabeth had been, so it came as no surprise that her stomp was a lot more painful. In fact, the French college student was able to generate an impressive amount of force, her toned calves putting the tiny Englishman in a world of hurt. The air was forced out of his lungs and he felt like his internal organs were going to explode, his very being compressed in a horrific, nightmarish way.

Then suddenly it stopped, and the pressure eased off and only the still significant weight of Marianne’s foot was keeping him down. Dom felt his body go limb on the carpet, the huge toe above him sliding forwards and leaving him in the slight gap beneath the joint of the giantess’s big toe. His chest sprang back to its normal shape and his tired lungs sucked in much needed air, albeit tainted with the foul stench of the behemoth’s body odour. He was left, gasping for air under the giantess’s foot, the only light available to him coming from the rays that creeped through the thin socks, through the gaps between her immense toes.

There was a moment of peace, where Dom could only hear the vibrations of the train and his own ragged breathing. It was a strange calm because he knew that it was only temporary, while the giantess figured out what fresh hell she was going to unleash on him. And just like that, she decided.

Dom heard the scratching of the cotton sock against the carpet and felt the muscular big toe of the giantess shift towards him. The colossal digit barrelled into his side and began to roll him towards the ball of her foot, as the titan curled her toes with the helpless man in the crease. He knew that to resist was futile, so he allowed himself to be scrunched up with her toes, and once again compressed in their vice-like grip.

Marianne relished the feeling of the little creep beneath her. She had met her fair share of weirdos, but not one that had gone o so much effort to peep on her. She had to admit, that the commitment was impressive, but certainly still strange. She wondered if the man was a scientist or something, if he had planned this all out. It made her feel a little more important to think that someone would go to so much effort for her … but she was still going to make him suffer for it.

She felt his body under her toes and squeezed him mercilessly, imagining him soaking in her foot sweat and being crushed. She was an athletic young woman, but she had never felt so strong was when she felt his pathetic struggles fall so far short of her own power. She held him in her scrunched toes for a full minute, before releasing him, letting him fall to the floor beneath her in a groaning heap. But Marianne only gave him a few seconds to catch his breath.

As Dom’s eyes watered from a mixture of pain and fear, the enormous foot rose into the air, before slapping back down onto his body, and he was once again trapped in the goddess’s toes. She picked him and dropped him again, and repeated the ordeal as if toying with a pebble. Her gaze quickly shifted to the window, and soon enough, she sort of forgot about the shrunken man that she was tormenting, and his suffering continued as she playfully trampled him.

***

It was past noon when Marianne finally gave in to her rumbling tummy, deciding to have some food. She had packed a sandwich into her backpack and now reached for it, leaning forward on her seat and inadvertently shifted her weight onto her feet. It was only when she felt the slight lump underfoot that she remembered her little peeping Dom.

She wondered if he had had enough torture, not that she had any intention of stopping. In fact, she had an idea of a new way to play with the little man, so that she could enjoy her food without worrying about him getting away. She smiled as she bent down towards her feet.

The crushing weight of the giantess’s foot finally rose from Dom’s exhausted being. He remained still on the carpet, in too much pain to move and too tired from the torture to respond to his momentary freedom. He helplessly as the brunette’s fingers reached down for him and pinched him off the ground. Her cool, soft fingers were a welcome change to the hot, humid toes, but her rough grip was just as painful. Dom thought that whatever she was going to do to him, at least he was not going to be under her feet anymore.

Unfortunately, the giantess didn’t raise him further than her shins, and the longer he remained at that height, the more his hope started to fade. He couldn’t believe that he was undergoing so much torture, through no fault of his own. He watched in terror as the tan giantess’s other hand reached for her foot and poked down the side of her sock. The huge finger shifted the thin cotton down her foot and bunched it up towards her toes. Dom could almost see the heat radiating off of her skin as her foot came into contact with the air. Even from several inches above them, he could clearly smell the far more potent stench of her body odour, and it made him gag.

He glimpsed the inside of the sock and saw the dark stains from afar and gulped. Surely he wasn’t going back to them. But he was wrong. In the blink of an eye, Marianne’s hand shot back towards her upturned foot, carrying Dom right towards the wrinkled sole. He opened his mouth to scream, but before a single sound escaped his mouth, he found his face smothered against the giantess’s hot, moist skin. Sweat oozed out of her sole as Dom was pressed shamelessly into it, coating him in the French woman’s scent admits the stifling heat radiating from her.

‘BON APETIT,’ the brunette giggled as she rubbed him against her foot with a wicked grin. She made sure that he was all but glued to her sole before pulling her sock back over him, trapping him against her skin. To test his new prison, the giantess flexed her foot, and smiled at the sensation of his body bending with her sole, powerless to resist. She also knew that he had no chance of escaping her now, so she happily opened her sandwich box and started to dig into her lunch.