She actually has a MMA match to get to
Cheating Death
chapter 12
by
copier
· original author:
spiralwriter
Every cataclysmic step of Trish's slamming shoe was agonizing torture in the grandest of scale. Her monolithic weight pressing down on you with every stomp, spared only because of the circumstances of your surroundings and size. High, high above, Trish smirked as she walked down the sidewalk, hands in jean pocket as she relished every moment of having a microscopic mite inside her shoe, wiggling her toes every so often and wondering what was going on down there. Despite her rough actions and rude personality, she could be quite imaginative if she wanted to, and an image popped into her head of a sky entirely made of her sock smothering the pathetic speck, making her shiver a bit in pleasure and power. The punkette licked her lips at the thought, a habit she had formed from whenever she saw or got something she wanted.
This continued on for an indefinite amount of time for you. All you knew was the darkness, the pain, and the smell overriding your senses. It either went on for an eternity, or a rough couple of minutes. You really couldn't tell, only knew that you had to endure it. There must be something beyond this. Trish just can't keep you inside her shoe forever, she had to remove her foot. If you were recuperated enough by then, you would try to cling to her sock for a free ride out. If not, you hoped that the gigantic punk goddess would remember you and pluck you out.
Outside of the prison of Trish's shoe-world, you could faintly hear muffled tones and spoken words, all inaudible at the moment with a foot comparable to a continent resting right on top of you. You doubt you even wanted to hear the words of the titans above anyway, their voices probably loud enough to blow out your eardrums. For know, you would simply endure and try your best not to succumb to unconsciousness.
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"Hey Trish, rooting for ya in the fight tonight." A gruff voice called out to her.
"Thanks coach, but you already know I'm going to win." She replied with a wide smirk on her face, walking past a heavyset man who was smoking, making him chuckle and wheeze. He, her coach, was partly the reason she started smoking, that and to have something to do other than pound faces into the dirt. She stepped into a locker room, empty save for herself, and sat down at a nearby bench, starting to remove her shoes. First, the one without the mite in it just to draw it out and make him suffer even more.
She sighed in relief as she kicked off the shoe and peeled her sock from her foot, wiggling it barely now that it was free and in the open air. For the shoe with the speck, she decided just to make it slow. Almost in painstakingly slow-motion, Trish untied her laces, and after a few moments of waiting and acting like the strands were now in the right place, she began to remove her foot.
---
Another earth-shattering rumble filled the area, alerting you to the fact that at least something was happening. Far off in the distance, a great weight was taken off as Trish's heel lifted up from the bed of the footwear, soon followed by the rest of her socked foot, allowing a stream of cool air and light to filter into the inside of the shoe. You painfully worked up enough energy to stand up and cough, stretching your body to try and remove the feeling of soreness from your whole body. This was it, almost a chance at hope and relief, until another massive shadow fell over you.
You yelped in fear as a landscape all its own plucked you up, carrying you a great and vast distance once again only to see an entire black sky before you, outlined in color. Trish's eye gazed down at you on her fingertip once again, a glint of sadistic glee in the predator's glare of hers. She wetly licked her lips once again, a wet sound almost akin to a tsunami wave crashing in the far distance to you.
"Hey you fuckin' mite, how'd you enjoy my shoe?" She chuckled deeply. "I enjoyed it, feeling you at my feet. A goddess can get used to this." The sound of a metallic crash echoed in the distance, and you looked behind you. Far, far away, enough to be blur but not so much that you couldn't make it out, Trish's free hand opened a sheer wall of grey. You squinted your eyes, recognizing it as a locker door. Were you in a locker room of some kind? Just how far had Trish carried you from that alleyway she had mercilessly shrunk you in?
"Unfortunately, I can't toy with personally until later. I gotta big fight tonight, something that'll put my name out there in the fighting world. Heh, to you, it'll be a literal clash of the titans." She laughed a bit at her own joke, making you roll your eyes and sigh. Glad you were too tiny for her to even see that from you. A few more vast movements, and Trish had stood up, lowering her finger down to the bench she had sat on, dropping you by tilting her finger roughly, your small form hitting a wooden landscape and luckily not falling into the miniscule crevices in the wood only you could see.
Towering above higher than anything else you could compare to, Trish loomed like some true titanic colossus from out of some myth, her godlike form blurring the more you stared upwards. "Now, don't get any ideas mite, you're lucky I don't crush you right away." She thundered from on high, making you wonder what she meant. "But if I catch you looking," She raised her foot and slammed it down to generate a massive quake that knocked you flat on your back. She didn't have to say anything more, you got the message.
With more thunderous sounds, Trish slowly began to...undress. Sure, you couldn't make out everything about her, but you knew enough of what was going on. First her tight jeans, then her shirt. Following her orders, you turned and dare not look, even though she couldn't possibly know if you were staring at her or not, given the vast size difference. Still, had to just to make sure, didn't want to be even smaller than you already were. You gulped at just how much bigger she could get to you, escalated to a galactic height.
"Done, feels good to be in the fighting gear again." Trish said. You turned around, and noted she was in much different garb now. A pair of tight spandex shorts fit snugly round her, a matching black sports bra round her chest, showing off her well-formed and chiseled physique, scrapper and a fighter in her essence. Once again, her monumental fingers came down towards you, picking you up not even in the gentlest of manner. You didn't know what would happen next, but it appeared she was sending you into...
This continued on for an indefinite amount of time for you. All you knew was the darkness, the pain, and the smell overriding your senses. It either went on for an eternity, or a rough couple of minutes. You really couldn't tell, only knew that you had to endure it. There must be something beyond this. Trish just can't keep you inside her shoe forever, she had to remove her foot. If you were recuperated enough by then, you would try to cling to her sock for a free ride out. If not, you hoped that the gigantic punk goddess would remember you and pluck you out.
Outside of the prison of Trish's shoe-world, you could faintly hear muffled tones and spoken words, all inaudible at the moment with a foot comparable to a continent resting right on top of you. You doubt you even wanted to hear the words of the titans above anyway, their voices probably loud enough to blow out your eardrums. For know, you would simply endure and try your best not to succumb to unconsciousness.
---
"Hey Trish, rooting for ya in the fight tonight." A gruff voice called out to her.
"Thanks coach, but you already know I'm going to win." She replied with a wide smirk on her face, walking past a heavyset man who was smoking, making him chuckle and wheeze. He, her coach, was partly the reason she started smoking, that and to have something to do other than pound faces into the dirt. She stepped into a locker room, empty save for herself, and sat down at a nearby bench, starting to remove her shoes. First, the one without the mite in it just to draw it out and make him suffer even more.
She sighed in relief as she kicked off the shoe and peeled her sock from her foot, wiggling it barely now that it was free and in the open air. For the shoe with the speck, she decided just to make it slow. Almost in painstakingly slow-motion, Trish untied her laces, and after a few moments of waiting and acting like the strands were now in the right place, she began to remove her foot.
---
Another earth-shattering rumble filled the area, alerting you to the fact that at least something was happening. Far off in the distance, a great weight was taken off as Trish's heel lifted up from the bed of the footwear, soon followed by the rest of her socked foot, allowing a stream of cool air and light to filter into the inside of the shoe. You painfully worked up enough energy to stand up and cough, stretching your body to try and remove the feeling of soreness from your whole body. This was it, almost a chance at hope and relief, until another massive shadow fell over you.
You yelped in fear as a landscape all its own plucked you up, carrying you a great and vast distance once again only to see an entire black sky before you, outlined in color. Trish's eye gazed down at you on her fingertip once again, a glint of sadistic glee in the predator's glare of hers. She wetly licked her lips once again, a wet sound almost akin to a tsunami wave crashing in the far distance to you.
"Hey you fuckin' mite, how'd you enjoy my shoe?" She chuckled deeply. "I enjoyed it, feeling you at my feet. A goddess can get used to this." The sound of a metallic crash echoed in the distance, and you looked behind you. Far, far away, enough to be blur but not so much that you couldn't make it out, Trish's free hand opened a sheer wall of grey. You squinted your eyes, recognizing it as a locker door. Were you in a locker room of some kind? Just how far had Trish carried you from that alleyway she had mercilessly shrunk you in?
"Unfortunately, I can't toy with personally until later. I gotta big fight tonight, something that'll put my name out there in the fighting world. Heh, to you, it'll be a literal clash of the titans." She laughed a bit at her own joke, making you roll your eyes and sigh. Glad you were too tiny for her to even see that from you. A few more vast movements, and Trish had stood up, lowering her finger down to the bench she had sat on, dropping you by tilting her finger roughly, your small form hitting a wooden landscape and luckily not falling into the miniscule crevices in the wood only you could see.
Towering above higher than anything else you could compare to, Trish loomed like some true titanic colossus from out of some myth, her godlike form blurring the more you stared upwards. "Now, don't get any ideas mite, you're lucky I don't crush you right away." She thundered from on high, making you wonder what she meant. "But if I catch you looking," She raised her foot and slammed it down to generate a massive quake that knocked you flat on your back. She didn't have to say anything more, you got the message.
With more thunderous sounds, Trish slowly began to...undress. Sure, you couldn't make out everything about her, but you knew enough of what was going on. First her tight jeans, then her shirt. Following her orders, you turned and dare not look, even though she couldn't possibly know if you were staring at her or not, given the vast size difference. Still, had to just to make sure, didn't want to be even smaller than you already were. You gulped at just how much bigger she could get to you, escalated to a galactic height.
"Done, feels good to be in the fighting gear again." Trish said. You turned around, and noted she was in much different garb now. A pair of tight spandex shorts fit snugly round her, a matching black sports bra round her chest, showing off her well-formed and chiseled physique, scrapper and a fighter in her essence. Once again, her monumental fingers came down towards you, picking you up not even in the gentlest of manner. You didn't know what would happen next, but it appeared she was sending you into...
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