You can feel tremors in the distance. Lifting your head from the swampy sole, you can see the titaness stirring. Bea is waking up, her body stretching with a soft moan as she smacks her plump lips. It is still late at night, with the giantess getting up to get herself a nice cold glass of water. 

Her feet begin descending downwards towards her cherished flip-flops, the very same which you have decided to designate as a site of worship. Her wrinkly creamy ebony soles begin rapidly falling towards you and casting a dark shadow, activating your fight or flight response. 

Running towards the edge, you find yourself thrown into the air by the impact of the sole against the rubber. You are very lucky that the rubbery fabric cushioned your fall as you landed back on the flip-flop. Looking up, you can see the ivory pedicured toes of Bea approaching you.

Using your arms to crawl away, you bump your head on a plastic rod. Looking back, it’s the toe separator - the very same which Bea would abuse with her chubby toes while in class. Even if she knew you were in here, you can't imagine that she would treat it any kinder. You brace for impact as she slides comfortably into the poor footwear, twisting her sole against its smooth fabric. 

Being pushed into the little crevice, your goddess’ smell becomes a lot more pronounced. Your body is pressed tightly against her digits as your face is forced deeper into the grime-filled space between her huge toes. Covered with dirt and sweat, you don’t even bother to fight back. Any attempts at pushing or punching her barking dogs would only result in the bully scrunching them, turning you into a thin red paste. 

As the titaness begins her march, you are overcome by a sense of vertigo as your tiny form rapidly ascends and descends in rhythm with her walk. Each time she lifts her foot, you are thrown in the air, clenching your teeth and bracing for the inevitable impact when she lowers it. The only thing keeping you alive is the combination of her soft skin and the rubbery fabric of the flip-flops. 

Finally, the pounding stops, giving you a moment of respite. Above you, you can hear a mighty waterfall, this merely being the sound of Bea filling her glass with water. You look up at her curvy figure, the only one you have lusted over all this time. Every time you see her freckled face, you can feel your stomach twisting. At this size, the effect is further amplified. 

It is hard to imagine how weak you look right now: trapped between your tormentor’s grimy toes, your face covered with her dirt and sweat, and clinging onto her old smelly flip-flop for safety. You close your eyes, realizing that this is where you belong. You are really nothing more than dirt next to her godly figure. 

The sound of the waterfall stops. It looks like Bea will begin moving again. Stuck in an unfortunate position, there is not much you can do.