Shrinker on the Orient Express (6) - Paris to Munich 2

Dom dropped onto the rough carpet after a few minutes of being glued to the bottom of the giantess’s sneaker. He landed in a heap, gasping in pain as the firm rubber treads of her soles had left marks across his bare body. He was most concerned about his junk, but thankfully that had been spared, but only just. A deep gash crossed his right thigh, diagonally up through his abdomen. It was like an indent, but deep enough for him to his finger inside. Then just like that, it popped back out, leaving only the ache in its wake.

Dom shook his head, unable to comprehend how he was surviving, and why. Surely this amount of suffering was not worth a life at this size. Then a truly scary thought crossed his mind: what if he was stuck liked this forever? How was he going to ever get off the train? Or go home? How could he contact the people he loved? How could he use a phone? Or do anything that constituted a normal life? No. He pushed the thought from his head. He was going to get attention, then medical help, and he was going to be fine. He even contemplated pressing charged against Elizabeth for leaving him like she did. It must have been like abuse, or something.

He was drawn out of his thoughts by a scent that lapped at his nose. He frowned as he raised hi head and took another whiff of the heavy, musky odour. It was then that he realised just how close to the giantess he was.

Marianne’s enormous feet were only a body lengths away, clad in thin, white ankle socks. Even to the normal eye, the darker patches of sweat stained cotton were clear, but Dom had the misfortune of being able to smell them too. The aroma was a mix of sweat and dry odour, wrapped together to make a thick must that filled the air around her feet.

Dom gagged as he got to his feet, facing off against the enormous structures. If his plan was going to work, he still had to climb her leg, but he wasn’t really sure how much he wanted to get near her smelly socks. He thought about remaining tiny and rolling the dice waiting for someone else, and decided not to press his luck. He stepped forward valiantly, into the smog of foot sweat.

The stench grew exponentially stronger as he approached, walking up next to the inside of her left foot. The white sock hugged the arch of her foot, so he had to choose between her heel and the ball of her foot. He chose the former, convincing himself that it was closer to her leg, and therefore less of a climb. He reached out and laid a hand on the cotton, giving it a tug.

At 1cm-tall, he was light enough to not even shake the cotton and he soon found himself scaling the giantess’s foot, finding it much easier to climb on than her sole had been. He mercifully reached the top of the sock without much movement from the goddess, but he now found himself stuck. The ankle sock ended a long way from her knees, where her leggings would have provided a frame to climb up. Dom balanced himself on the top of the slightly thicker seam of the sock and looked up along the titan’s leg.

Her tanned skin was smooth and moist, but dotted with tiny roots of light brown hair. While these were invisible to the normal passerby, the minuscule man was able to observe the puny appendages. He knew what he had to do.

Marianne’s legs were stretched forwards, so her shine became something of a ravine. Dom didn’t dare stand on it, at risk of falling to either side. Instead, he climbed carefully onto it and remained on his hands and knees. He reached out to grab one of the roots of her leg hair and then pulled himself forwards carefully. He then reached for another, keeping his body pressed against her skin. The warmth radiating form the goddess was making him sweat and he found himself lathered in a mix of this and the lotion on Marianne’s skin.

Dom felt her leg shift slightly and he tensed up, hanging on for his life. In truth, the young woman just wiggled her toes, but the tiny man felt her immense muscles contracting and relaxing under her skin, like leviathans moving under the water. He waited for a moment for stillness after she stopped before continuing on his journey, precariously passing her shin and reaching her knee.

The enormous woman’s knee was bent slightly and her skin dimples a little. These ridges were more than enough for Dom to scale further up her leg and finally reach her thigh. He climbed onto the fabric on his hands and knees and looked up. The vast sea of her thigh stared back at him, covered by the dark red leggings. He followed his path up to her hips where the fabric disappeared under her tank top. Dom couldn’t help but look up at her bosom, so large and so close now that he could almost touch it in his mind. His eyes lingered before reaching her face, and appreciating its symmetry and beauty from a much steeper angle. She was looking out the window, oblivious to his herculean climb, or the journey he still had to make.

Snapping out fo his momentary appreciation of Marianne, Dom started crawling along her thigh, scarily aware of the consequences of being mistaken for a bug. He had to reach her ear so that she could hear him, and know that he was a human, albeit a tiny one. He was about halfway up her thigh when the giantess happened to glance away from the window.

‘QU-EST-CE QUE C’EST QUE ÇA?’ demanded a voice from the heavens and Dom froze. He shakily raised his head to find the goddess’s emerald green eyes glaring at him. She flexed her powerful quads and Dom felt himself rise a little as the ground suddenly became stone. He gulped, waving his arms.

‘I'm sorry, I’m sorry! I just need your help!, Please …’ he yelled.

SLAP

Marianne’s colossal right hand landed on him before he ever saw it coming, swatting him flat against her leg in an instant. Dom groaned as his body stung from the impact and flattened against her palm. He groaned again as the hand withdrew, picking him up off the thigh and raising him quickly to new heights. Andrew craned his neck to the side and found himself face-to-face with the giantess.

Marianne held her hand before her face, trying to discern the identity of the little insect that she had just squished. The insect in question was staring back at her, his crumpled body still stuck to her meaty palm. He felt the air currents from her breathing but was mesmerised by the enormous eye that was glued to him.

Being so close at his size, Dom could make out every sliver of variation in the deep, green eyes, and the constellation of shimmering colours was hypnotic. He simply gawked at her radiance as he tried to raise his arms.

Marianne squinted as she tried to figure out what the strange creature was. When she finally recognised a miniature human face, she gasped. In her surprise, her hand shot away from her face and Dom went flying off the surface. He struck the carpet once more, rolling to a stop after several painful bounces.

‘MAIS … T’ES UN PERVERT OU QUOI?’ the giantess demanded, clearly disturbed by the tiny man’s presence on her body.

‘AH, T’ES LÁ POUR MES PIEDS, C’EST ÇA?’ she continued, leaning forward in her seat as she stared at his shaking form. Dom tried to to stand up but he hurt too much. He only managed to push his head up, just in time to see her foot speeding towards him.