Prototype #2: Shoe Socket Shrunken First Semester chapter 6 by VirtualFootprint and maximally

Max swam groggily back into consciousness for the third time in a single day. His first thought was one of relief, as he enjoyed a deep breath of clean oxygen, free of flatulence. His second, when he looked up to find Kaley’s gigantic face peering down at him, was fear.

Frantically he scrambled backwards, the sudden appearance of the giantess having triggered some primal instinct within him. His arms slid out from under him on the smooth surface of the desk and he fell with a miniscule thump.

“Oh! Are you okay?” Kaley asked. She pushed her glasses up her nose, her hazel-brown eyes wide with concern. “I just wanted to make sure you were alright, after… um…”

“I’m fine,” Max replied, still cautious.

“Thank goodness.” She beamed. When she smiled, her whole face lit up; her natural beauty shone through, radiating kindness and sincerity. Max felt himself relax slightly. “You did great during the test, by the way! I know it was rough in there, but I got some really useful data out of it. Now that I have an upper bound for gas concentration I can get to work on a spectrometer to measure it. Of course I’ll need to refine the limit with more testing down the line, but for the time being – ”

“Kaley?” Max interrupted. “Can we talk for a second?”

She paused. “Sure.” She scooted her chair further into the desk to listen.

He took a breath. “I get what you’re trying to do here. I really get it. I know you just want to help all those future tinies, and that’s a lovely goal. Noble, even. It’s just – this is my life we’re talking about. I don’t want to spend the next few years as a guinea pig, getting squashed or squeezed or farted on, or whatever other insane tortures those businesswomen dreamed up. You know?” He gazed up at her. “Couldn’t you find someone else to test with?”

The giantess bit her lip. “It’s not that simple. Tinies aren’t so easy to come by… I’d never actually seen one in person before I bumped into you this morning. I wouldn’t count on that happening again anytime soon.”

“There isn’t anyone you could ask about getting one?”

“Maybe. I guess. There are rumours floating about a few girls on campus having access to shrinking technology. And at least some of them must be true, based on what’s happened to you.” She cast her eyes down. “But I don’t think asking around would be a good idea. A lot of women were on board with what was happening at that seminar. If I draw the wrong kind of attention, and word gets out about what I’m trying to do, this could all get shut down. They might even kidnap you!”

He swallowed. That was a worrying thought.

“Even if I did find another tiny, somehow, their situation wouldn’t be any different to yours. I’d just be stealing someone else’s freedom for my own aims.” She reached out with one slender finger, and delicately stroked his hair. “I’m sorry, Max. Really. But I honestly believe this is the best way for me to help everyone.”

For a while, he said nothing. Then he sighed. He couldn’t deny there was some logic to what Kaley was saying. And even if he disagreed, in the end he was still just a three-inch tiny arguing with someone twenty times his height; if she decided something was happening, he was pretty much powerless to stop it.

“Okay,” he muttered, quietly resigning himself to his smelly fate.

Her answering smile was warm. “Thank you.” She picked him up gently and pressed him to her chest in what might have been a hug. “I promise, this next test won’t involve any farts whatsoever.”

*

“Alright! How does that feel? Comfy?”

“Not really.”

Max lay on his back on a small cotton wedge, which on his scale was about the size of a mattress. The cotton itself was comfortable enough. It was the rubber band wrapping him to it, and pinning his arms to his sides in the process, that he disliked.

“Why do I even need to be tied down for this?”

“Well, I’m going to be moving around a bit. I don’t want you coming loose and tumbling around in there,” Kaley explained. She wiggled his body, testing the stability of his seat. “Feels good. Let’s get you into position!”

The blonde giantess picked him up and placed him within the new product they were testing: the inside of one of her used running shoes. As he entered, the musty smell of old foot-sweat washed over him. It was a scent built up over countless hours of exercise, layered like coats of paint into the walls. Max cringed, longing to hold his nose.

This was based on another product advertised at Kaley’s seminar. “They called it a Sole-Mate,” she had explained. “But really, it was nothing more than a strap in the base of a shoe to fasten your tiny into. Then the poor guy would just be crushed mercilessly.”

Max was appalled. “They killed them?”

“Oh, no! Tinies are naturally more durable than regular people, you know, due to their higher density from having shrunk. They can survive a surprising amount of physical force.” She frowned. “It’s still painful for them, though. And unnecessary. Just pointless cruelty.”

Kaley’s improved version featured a socket cut into the centre of the sole, into which Max and his cotton wedge were slotted. Then, when he bore her weight, he’d be pushed down into a soft cushion instead of unrelenting leather – but his wearer would still be able to feel the human form wriggling against her. This was her solution to provide both comfort for the tiny being crushed, and satisfaction for the user doing the crushing.

“Okay, we’re all set!” Kaley announced. “This is just a trial run, so I won’t do anything too strenuous. Just a few minutes or so walking around campus to give us both a feel for how it works. And you have your communicator, right?”

Max squeezed the device in his hand, a little metal pad with a single button. “Yup.”

“Great! If it gets too much down there, just press that button. I’ll get a text alert on my phone and pull you out immediately. That said… I’d get more useful data from a longer session, so if you could try to bear it as much as possible, I’d appreciate it.”

“I’ll try,” he sighed.

“Thanks, Max.” She smiled. “Going in!”

From inside the musty cave, Max watched nervously as a shadow passed over the shoe’s opening. Then, Kaley’s foot arrived. Her toes, nails polished bright pink, glided slowly just inches above his face; carrying with them a cloying, cheesy aroma. His face contorted in disgust, and he remembered that at this point Kaley had still not showered following her morning gym session.

After her toes came the broad expanse of the giant girl’s sole. Max was able to closely examine every fold and wrinkle in close detail, and the thick, sour stench grew stronger. She came to a stop once her arch was over Max’s body, with his head just under the ball of her foot. Then she stepped down.

“Uff,” he grunted, as the full weight of the giantess bore down upon him. He was forced hard into the cotton, until both could sink no further. Her foot flesh, warm, clammy and damp with sweat, pressed against the side of his head, forcibly turning it to one side. When they settled, her sole smothered his entire frame evenly, and he could feel the overwhelming force crushing every square inch of his body.

He couldn’t move. The heat was high, the pressure was intense, and the stench of vinegar was almost intolerable. But physically… there was no pain.

“How are you doing, Max?” He heard Kaley calling. She sounded anxious. “Shall we keep going? One button press for yes.”

Even moving his fingers was a struggle, but he managed to get his thumb over the button. “I can manage this for a minute or two at least.”

“Good,” Kaley sighed with evident relief. “Then I’ll try a few steps.”

He felt a lurch as his reeking vessel lifted upwards. When it came back down, the weight on his tiny frame rocketed, and his head was pushed deep into the wrinkles of her flesh – then it lifted again, and he pulled free with a squelch and gasped a hurried, humid breath. Just in time before the next crushing landing.

“Shit. This is tougher,” he grimaced, wincing before another impact. But he was resolved to last as long as he could.

Over time, he became strangely used to the consistent rhythm of Kaley’s walk. The cycle of pressure and relaxation was rough but bearable, and the sway of her steps was almost relaxing.

The problem was the smell. It wasn’t long before Kaley began to perspire, and her already sweaty flesh quickly became a slimy, sopping mess. Her skin clung to his like a sticky wet towel. The tang of cheese in the air was now overwhelming, and wasn’t helped by the frantic breaths he was forced to take in between each step down.

Once he started snorting up liquid during his inhales, he knew he was done. “Nope. Sorry. I’m out.” Quietly proud of himself for having lasted so long, he thumbed the activator in his hand.

Nothing happened.

“Huh?” He pressed it again and waited. Then repeatedly, with increasing urgency. Kaley continued walking. “You’re kidding.” He gulped. “It’s broken?”

This was bad. Kaley was still talking to him occasionally, offering praise and words of encouragement, but she’d let him know she was waiting on him to end the experiment. With no way to talk to her, he could easily be stuck for another hour or more. “I have to get her attention!” But how, when he could barely move his body an inch?

A miserable idea occurred to him. It was disgusting, humiliating… but staying trapped in this hell was just slightly worse. “God, I hope she’s ticklish,” he thought, closing his eyes in grim anticipation.

Max drew his tongue up Kaley’s sole in a long, pronounced lick, scooping up what felt like a gallon of sweat in the process. The taste of salt, cheese and vinegar exploded on his tongue like the world’s most rancid cocktail, and swallowing it made his stomach do flips in protest – but he was committed now. He gagged, licked his lips, and went in for another.

Max tasted the length of her arch, then the ball of her foot. His tongue darted in and out of her slimy, sour wrinkles, and flattened against her when she stepped down on him again, completely unaware of his efforts. “Come on!” He groaned, praying this wouldn’t all end up being for nothing.

He picked up the pace, licking faster in an attempt to help him forget what he was consuming. It didn’t help the taste. But in the darkness behind him, he sensed five gigantic toes scrunch up with sudden excitement.

“Oo-ooh! Max? Is everything okay?” She asked. “Should we stop?”

“Yeth!” He shouted, tongue still glued to her clammy skin. He could almost cry. “Fuck, yes! Please God, Kaley, whoever’s listening – just get me out of here!”