For a while, Blake was in a strange place of bliss, his minute heart practically beating out of his chest as he felt the firm flesh through the thin fabric. A part of him was aware of how bizarre this situation was, but right now he really didn't care. A combination of the fruity lotion and the heat emanating from her skin was periodically washing over him, frazzling his senses - the only thing he was thinking about was how much he would love to touch what lay through the sock.
He was so focused on his task, on the slightly damp material and the soft fuzz coating it, that he hardly noticed the other foot shifting onto its side.
Looking back, it would have been nice to think that Blake's actions had consequences, that his lust-driven touches had attracted the attention of the titaness, a small but meaningful way he could connect with her. But, in reality, he really was as insignificant as he felt. Indigo had simply felt an itch on the bottom of her foot, unrelated to the tiny being, and was moving to address it while still working.
Still, the outcome was the same. Blake let out a yelp as the toes suddenly ploughed forwards, carrying him along with them. There was no time to react to, or even process, the situation. One second he was in foot heaven, as close to the person of his affection as he'd ever been, the next he was rammed into the opposing sole.
His tiny form was effortlessly ground into the pliable flesh by the unrelenting toes, each bigger than he was. The spell he had been under was well and truly broken - panic had entirely replaces, as the helplessness of his situation became very clear. There was absolutely nothing he could do as he was dragged repeatedly across the length of her sole, being rolled and bent in ways he didn't think his body was capable of, the pressure of the hefty boulders pressing down on him seeming to increase constantly.
And yet, the part of him that had gotten him in this situation was still humming away in the back of his mind, his face bright red. In some ways, he was getting exactly what he wanted. He could feel everything - the incredible strength of her toes as they effortlessly flexed and pulsed against him, the softness of her lotion-infused sock that was enveloping him, even the wrinkles and heavy folds of skin that made up her sole underneath. A few moments ago he would have considered this a terrible fate, but now... if he survived this, it might redefine what he desired in life.