Shrinker on the Orient Express (5) - Paris to Munich

Dom felt the vibrations of hundred of people getting on and off the train as he lay on the rough, burgundy carpeting. He was face down on the scratchy material, and had made no effort to rise since Elizabeth had left. So that was it. He was alone. And he was tiny.

Dom swore in frustration before rolling not his side, his body still aching from the torture that his ex-girlfriend had put him through. He sat up, not enjoying the carpet against his bare skin but deciding to minimise how much of him was touching it. He sat, staring at the door, half expecting Elizabeth to come back, to tell him that she had been joking and taken it a little too far. But deep down, he knew that he had seen the last of her. 

There was a sound of foot steps approaching the door and Dom looked up ate see a colossal figure, walk past the door and continued down the carriage. His head sank and he sighed as he contemplated what to do. HE thought about getting up and running out of the room. But then what? The truth was, he was vulnerable, and finding another person in a quiet cabin was possibly his only chance of getting noticed. He resolved to get up but remained in the cabin to maximise his odds of being found. Surely the first person to see him would offer to help, or at least to get him to a doctor. 

He shivered as he thought about encountering another gigantic human, but then again, thought that it couldn’t bee much worse that what Elizabeth put him through. He was about to get up when the door to his cabin slid open. 

In the doorway stood a towering figure, even taller than Elizabeth and been. Dom first caught sight of her face as he leaned back and tried to meet her eyes. The girl was a little more tanned than his ex, and she looked younger but more mature than the somewhat childlike Elizabeth. Her angular face was cool and coquettish, her dark brown hair tied back in a pony tail. He followed her long neck down to her bare shoulders, toned like those of an athlete. 

The ridge of her tan skin was broken by the two vertical straps of her navy blue tank top, the neckline plunging to show a little cleavage, but mostly cover her modest breasts. The tank top clung to her figure, as it fell down her flat abdomen and over the waist of her leggings. Her enormous legs were dressed in a tight, dark red sports legging, with stitched seams and skin-tight pockets on either either side. It was probably one of the most typical “athleisure” looks that Dom had ever seen. The leggings hugged her legs down to just below her knees, leaving her defined calves bare. As his gaze followed her body down, he could just make out the tops of white trainer socks over a pair of black and white sneakers. The humungous shoes were as tall as cruise ships, and were pointed at him as if announcing their intended path. 

Dom raised his arms and started waving. He didn’t really think it would work, but he similarly didn’t have much of a back up plan. He pushed himself to his feet, still waving and called out, ‘Hey! Down here!’

Her right foot rose into the air and swung forwards, her toes lifting to show the dirty sole of the sneaker before it slammed onto the ground half way to Dom. The impact took the tiny man’s feet out from underneath him and he landed on his back, his eyes up as the giantess’s body glided into the cabin and her other foot left the ground.

Dom frantically rolled to the side as the black sneaker collided with the carpet where he had moments ago been, sinking slightly into the soft mesh under the giantess’s tremendous weight. The boom of the foot fall was softened by the fabric, but it still reverberated through Dom’s bones. The giantess was directly above him now and he couldn’t help but glance up along her legs, all the way up to her crotch, hidden behind a padded rectangle on the underside of her leggings. Her other foot shot past him and landed suddenly, jarring his vision. 

Before Dom could recalculate his options, the giantess turned suddenly and he found himself in the line of a colossal, swinging sneaker. Dom tried to protect himself with his arms as the huge shoe came at him: he shut his eyes. 

THOOM.

Dom opened his eyes to see the tip of the dark rubber base only a few millimetres from his nose. He fell backwards, shaking and hyperventilating as he contemplated how close he had been to being crushed and lay on his back panting as the giantess shut the cabin door and spun on her heels to head for the seats. Dom watched her walk away, her enormous ass swaying side to side like two perfectly sculpted spheres. He could even see the dimples at the top of her butt, a testament to her athleticism, and the firmness of the mounds in question. 

She set her back pack down on the seat and sat down hard. Marianne kicked her legs out in front of her and reclined, gazing out the window as the train started to move. She had been waiting for the invite to her friend’s new place in Munich, and she thought that she might as well enjoy a good view as she traveled. 

Dom gulped, awash with relief that he had thus far managed to avoid being stepped on, but aware that he still had to find a way to get this girl’s attention. He stood up shakily as he felt the ground vibrate with the trains motion. He edged towards the resting giantess with his arms spread wide to keep his balance. He looked up and frowned at the distance that he would have to cover to even reach her feet, which she had crossed in a few steps. Not that he had anything better to do. 

The 1-cm tall man continued to walk towards the humungous shoes, formulating a plan as he went. He watched the huge rubber soles as they remained dead still, one ankle crossed over the other. The treads beneath the shoe were a cross-hatch of thin diagonal lines and the closer he got to them, the more he was confined that he could climb them. 

It was a risk, to be sure, but what other option did her have? There was no way to climb the Everest-height seat. The only way to get anywhere near her eyes or ears was to climb her long, muscular leg, and that began at her massive shoes. 

Dom arrived at her feet, staring up at the looming sole of her left shoe, towering over him like a cliff face. He took a deep breath and stepped forwards, reaching out and placing a hand on the filthy, black material. The tread pattern on the shoe was surprisingly intricate, and provided a nice framework for Dom to climb, but he had to consider that the shoe was tilted slightly and as he climbed, he would be clinging on to avoid falling backwards into nothingness. He tested his grip and pulled himself up onto the first viable foothold. Only a few thousand left, he thought. 

Halfway up her heel, Dom felt something move and had to hug the bottom of the shoe to avoid falling and losing the progress that he made. He screamed as the mountain he was climbing shifted and rushed towards the floor. He held on, but regretted it as he felt himself falling backwards and tilting supine just before he hit the ground. His back touched the carpet a fraction of a second before the titanic shoe smushed him into it. The cross-hatch pattern that he had been climbing now sliced into his fragile body like a cookie-cutter and as the giantess loaded more weight onto the leg, it dug further into him. 

Marianne uncrossed her feet and set them down to removed her shoes. She planted her left foot firmly on the ground and then pressed the heel down with her right, slipping her foot out of it. She didn’t know that in doing so, her right foot was actually pulverising the tiny man under that very left heel. Dom shrieked in agony until her foot slipped out and the weight suddenly lessened. Still, the weight of the huge albeit empty shoe was sufficient to pin him to the floor and Dom started to panic. What if she just left the shoe there, and he remained trapped in it indefinitely.

Mercifully, it didn’t come to that, because in slipping off her other shoe, Marianne kicked the left sneaker, which tumbled onto its side. Dom felt himself rise off the ground, as his puny body remained pasted to the bottom of the shoe. She groaned as the shoe rattled on its side before settling, leaving him a centimetre off the carpet, still glued to the sole fo the sneaker. His face was buried int he rubber, so he waited, only able to listen to the scratching sound of the giantess’s sock-covered feet, sliding across the carpet.