Lost Amongst Whitney's Toes
Cheating Death
chapter 25
by
copier
· original author:
spiralwriter
"Are....are you sure about that?"You ask, looking up at Whitney's face miles above curiously. Your own face drooped in dissapointment at the sight that you couldn't even see past her knee, you were so tiny in comparison her face was naught but a far off and distance blur that seemed too big to even be real. But these past 24 hours have been quite a trip, and a surreal one at that, and you were slowly becoming adjusted to this new lifestyle. You jsut hoped you would not become any smaller than this pitiful size you were at, and considering your own cursed luck as a factor, there was a high probability that shrinkage would occur at any time. But, until then, you faced this current situation involving Whitney."You sure...cause....just...are you sure you want me to do that? It sounds....a little creepy to me."You went on.
"Well, if you don't want to..."Whitney's voice, even as a thunderous boom from the heavens, sounded unsure once again. Another sigh from across the room, from the same source, Jaz."Come friggin' on!!"She got off her bed and began stomping over to your general area, her gigantic form looming overhead as your eyes traveled up in awe. Her astronomical shoes were the main source of awe, as they had generated phenomenal earthquakes of cataclysmic power in merely a few steps, strong enough to knock you flat on your rump. You looked up, Jaz's toned legs and thighs and calfs separated the awe into equal fractions, towerig high and higher to lead to the rest of her. Her mammoth chest, well...is what probably stole the remainder of your awed, flabbergasted brain. It's buxom and voluptuous form casting most of Jaz's shadow, blocking her face, and jiggling slightly with each breath."If you won't do it, I will!!"Jaz's slightly annoyed voice shattered your thoughts. She bent down, her hand coming towards you at an incredible rate, her long and tower-like fingers plucking you up, gently of course, and bringing you over, dropping you straight into the depths between Whitney's big and second toe. You plummeted for only a few seconds before safely landing on a coca-colored skin wrinkle, the landscape surprisingly soft, if not filled with lint, dirt, and smelling of sweat and foot odor. Whitney let out a booming "Oomph!" as you hit her toe, as if a speck such as yourself was heavy. She was probably surprised.
"It...it...tickles."Was all the shy girl stated."Luke....can you clean my toes now?"
You sighed. As if you had any choice in the matter now."Sure."You cupped your hands and shouted back in reply. Looking around, miles and miles in every direction, going beyond the horizon of black skin, lint and dirt filled your sight. Your shoulders sagged and you sighed once again."Let's just get this over with...."You mutter to yourself, approaching the nearest pile, grabbing a handful, and tossing it over the ledge where the inbetween toe-skin ended. You proceeded with this act for an hour or so, and in your work, you had begun to sweat profusely. You had removed the clothes that had strangely shrunken with you...taking off your shirt and your pants, shoes, stripping down to your boxers to relief the heat around you. Ino the second hour of your work, the sweat had begun to clump up the dirt and other various foot-objects onto you, leaving a layer of grime on your skin to add along with the physical labor.
In hour three, the world around you was looking pretty clean and decent. Much of the junk had been dumped overboard or gathered on you. You shouted up to call Whitney."I'm done!!"
No reply. You tried again, but your pitifully small voice was cancelled out by Jaz and Whitney's conversation. Course, they were talking about the perks of yaoi fanservice. You shuddered at the thought of such a monstrosity. Still, there were fangirls for just about everything.
You shouted again, and still got nowhere. With you annoyed now, you knelt down, punching the ground beneath you. Course, that did nothing. You had no hope in a million years of ever hurting a being so big. Your brain racked in trying to find a solution to get their attention...and only one thing came in mind, albeit it being an incredibly stupid and perverted thought. You layed down, and began massaging the soft skin underneath you, and even began to kiss and lick tit. You spat out the taste, trying to endure the process of getting attention from these massive giantesses.
A soft moan escaped Whitney's lips, and Jaz's face titled out of confusion."What's up with you?"She asked.
"I...I think Luke is massaging my toes..."
"What?! No fuckin' way!!"Jaz replied, almost on the verge of hysterical laughter.
They both peered down at Whintey's foot, looking at the microbe they recognized as their friend."It's true...Luke is massaging you!!"Jaz giggled.
"I had to get your attention!"You called up, immedietly ceasing your actions, embarressed to find yourself having your boxers quite tight now."I'm...I'm so small, you two wouldn't hear me!!"
"Yeah right!!!"Jaz cackled, her laughter a rolling thunderstorm in the making."You wanted to do it!!"
"Thank you Luke...for the massage and cleaning my toes..."Whitney let out a small giggle of her own.
"I had no other choice!!"You screamed.
"Hey..."Jaz said, completely ignoring you now."If he's this into your foot, imagine how he'd be with me?!"She tapped her chin in thought."What do ya say? My turn?"
Whitney nodded to her fellow black giantess, reached down for you, plucked you up, and handed you over to the awaiting palm of Jaz."And he's naked too! Luke, you perv!!!"Your friend couldn't hold back the chuckles.
"IN MY BOXERS."
"Whatever."She dismissed your words with a wave of her free hand."ow, what can I do with you...."She contemplated the ideas with an almost diabolical giggle."Well, I could always let you meet the inside of my shoes if you like feet that much..."
You sighed andfacepalmed. Obviously this was going to end badly for you...or not. Your circumstances varied.
"Or maybe the envy of all the chicks in school...my butt...."
That had you grinning a little.
Jaz chooses...
"Well, if you don't want to..."Whitney's voice, even as a thunderous boom from the heavens, sounded unsure once again. Another sigh from across the room, from the same source, Jaz."Come friggin' on!!"She got off her bed and began stomping over to your general area, her gigantic form looming overhead as your eyes traveled up in awe. Her astronomical shoes were the main source of awe, as they had generated phenomenal earthquakes of cataclysmic power in merely a few steps, strong enough to knock you flat on your rump. You looked up, Jaz's toned legs and thighs and calfs separated the awe into equal fractions, towerig high and higher to lead to the rest of her. Her mammoth chest, well...is what probably stole the remainder of your awed, flabbergasted brain. It's buxom and voluptuous form casting most of Jaz's shadow, blocking her face, and jiggling slightly with each breath."If you won't do it, I will!!"Jaz's slightly annoyed voice shattered your thoughts. She bent down, her hand coming towards you at an incredible rate, her long and tower-like fingers plucking you up, gently of course, and bringing you over, dropping you straight into the depths between Whitney's big and second toe. You plummeted for only a few seconds before safely landing on a coca-colored skin wrinkle, the landscape surprisingly soft, if not filled with lint, dirt, and smelling of sweat and foot odor. Whitney let out a booming "Oomph!" as you hit her toe, as if a speck such as yourself was heavy. She was probably surprised.
"It...it...tickles."Was all the shy girl stated."Luke....can you clean my toes now?"
You sighed. As if you had any choice in the matter now."Sure."You cupped your hands and shouted back in reply. Looking around, miles and miles in every direction, going beyond the horizon of black skin, lint and dirt filled your sight. Your shoulders sagged and you sighed once again."Let's just get this over with...."You mutter to yourself, approaching the nearest pile, grabbing a handful, and tossing it over the ledge where the inbetween toe-skin ended. You proceeded with this act for an hour or so, and in your work, you had begun to sweat profusely. You had removed the clothes that had strangely shrunken with you...taking off your shirt and your pants, shoes, stripping down to your boxers to relief the heat around you. Ino the second hour of your work, the sweat had begun to clump up the dirt and other various foot-objects onto you, leaving a layer of grime on your skin to add along with the physical labor.
In hour three, the world around you was looking pretty clean and decent. Much of the junk had been dumped overboard or gathered on you. You shouted up to call Whitney."I'm done!!"
No reply. You tried again, but your pitifully small voice was cancelled out by Jaz and Whitney's conversation. Course, they were talking about the perks of yaoi fanservice. You shuddered at the thought of such a monstrosity. Still, there were fangirls for just about everything.
You shouted again, and still got nowhere. With you annoyed now, you knelt down, punching the ground beneath you. Course, that did nothing. You had no hope in a million years of ever hurting a being so big. Your brain racked in trying to find a solution to get their attention...and only one thing came in mind, albeit it being an incredibly stupid and perverted thought. You layed down, and began massaging the soft skin underneath you, and even began to kiss and lick tit. You spat out the taste, trying to endure the process of getting attention from these massive giantesses.
A soft moan escaped Whitney's lips, and Jaz's face titled out of confusion."What's up with you?"She asked.
"I...I think Luke is massaging my toes..."
"What?! No fuckin' way!!"Jaz replied, almost on the verge of hysterical laughter.
They both peered down at Whintey's foot, looking at the microbe they recognized as their friend."It's true...Luke is massaging you!!"Jaz giggled.
"I had to get your attention!"You called up, immedietly ceasing your actions, embarressed to find yourself having your boxers quite tight now."I'm...I'm so small, you two wouldn't hear me!!"
"Yeah right!!!"Jaz cackled, her laughter a rolling thunderstorm in the making."You wanted to do it!!"
"Thank you Luke...for the massage and cleaning my toes..."Whitney let out a small giggle of her own.
"I had no other choice!!"You screamed.
"Hey..."Jaz said, completely ignoring you now."If he's this into your foot, imagine how he'd be with me?!"She tapped her chin in thought."What do ya say? My turn?"
Whitney nodded to her fellow black giantess, reached down for you, plucked you up, and handed you over to the awaiting palm of Jaz."And he's naked too! Luke, you perv!!!"Your friend couldn't hold back the chuckles.
"IN MY BOXERS."
"Whatever."She dismissed your words with a wave of her free hand."ow, what can I do with you...."She contemplated the ideas with an almost diabolical giggle."Well, I could always let you meet the inside of my shoes if you like feet that much..."
You sighed andfacepalmed. Obviously this was going to end badly for you...or not. Your circumstances varied.
"Or maybe the envy of all the chicks in school...my butt...."
That had you grinning a little.
Jaz chooses...
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