Moving Up from the Boot to the Booty
A Tiny Love Triangle
chapter 8
by
copier
· original author:
lifesaver
After the most recent fit of laughter from the two girls, Olivia finally composed herself enough to lift her feet up and place them on the couch, facing Jamie who was seated at the other end. For a moment, Jamie had her head tilted back on the cushion behind her, but as she tilted her head forwards once more she noticed the pair of large feet placed rather close to her. Jamie swallowed as a bit of nerves returned to her body. A day of partying and bonding with her new housemate had done well to soften her social anxiety for a bit, but seeing a girl as beautiful as Olivia so casually invade her personal space caused her pause. However, at the same time that she processed the sight of Olivia’s stretched out legs, her perceptive eyes also noticed a completely flattened, minuscule object sticking out from between two of her toes. Jamie, despite being distracted by Olivia for the day, was no ditz herself, and upon seeing the foreign object plastered to her housemate’s feet, she knew exactly what it was.
“Ah, Olivia!” Jamie shrieked before her hand reached forward, roughly slamming into Olivia’s feet for a moment, shocking the brunette, before her thumb and pointer finger clasped around your entire upper body. With a surprising amount of effort required, Jamie managed to rip your body off of the sole your lower half was attached to. She immediately held up your devastated body to Olivia, with all signs of humanity nearly wiped away by half a day of dancing and frolicking thanks to the bubbly giantess. Even though the lack of socks meant that there wasn’t any lint stuck to your body, the gallons of foot sweat, dead skin, and even some dye from the insole beneath you had all transferred onto your squishy body. Olivia simply looked at the foreign object in Jamie’s hand for a moment.
“Oh my god…” Olivia said, her hand covering her mouth for a moment, “Is that a piece of toe jam you just grabbed!? Ewwww girl that’s so gross! Here give it to me and I’ll throw it away.” Olivia said with another laugh before reaching forward and grabbing you in her hand. Her nose crinkled with disgust at touching what she thought was pure detritus that came off of her foot, but right as she stood up to head towards the trash can in the kitchen, thankfully Jamie shouted out.
“Olivia! That’s your boyfriend! It’s Andrew!”
Finally, your existence was undeniable to your giantess girlfriend, and you returned to her mind for the first time since that morning. She looked down at you once more, and saw behind the layer of smeared discoloration, the faint sight of your face and hair. She audibly gasped.
“Babe!” Olivia said down to you, “Oh my god I’m so happy to see you!” Olivia’s response caused Jamie’s jaw to drop, and yours would have as well if you were not accustomed to this level of absolute thoughtlessness from her. Olivia acted like you just showed up on her doorstep to say hello, rather than having just found you splattered underneath a foot after 12 hours of stomping and squashing. Not to mention quite literally confusing you for her toe jam and being mere seconds away from throwing you in the trash can.
Is it possible for someone to actually be this careless? Jamie thought to herself. Or is this some sort of elaborate act that Olivia puts on to be able to crush you senseless and get away with it?
Just as Jamie’s mind wandered to more nefarious possibilities for Olivia’s practically inexplicable behavior, she witnessed her bring your smashed body rapidly up to her lips for an uncoordinated, drunken kiss. And as her lips made contact with your inch-tall, ravaged body, Jamie could tell that it was not an act. Somehow, Olivia simultaneously did love you as a partner while also forgetting all about you for extended periods of time. As a person with a functioning brain, this dichotomy made nearly no sense to Jamie. But somehow it worked for you two, so who was she to judge.
After a mere second of the kiss, however, Olivia pulled your body away from her mouth harshly and turned to the side before making an audible spitting sound.
“Oh my god babe you taste like sweaty feet!” She said down to you with a light giggle, “Let’s go get you cleaned up.” Olivia finished with a smile before placing you on the coffee table for a moment. She then turned back to Jamie and approached the girl. She bent down to the seated girl and reached behind her, pulling her in for a firm hug. From Jamie’s seated position, her entire vision was consumed by Olivia’s enormously endowed chest, clad in the same white bikini top that she had been wearing the entire day. In her drunken stupor and attempt at sisterly bonding with the girl, Olivia simply grabbed the girl’s head and yanked her face directly into the maw of her cleavage before speaking.
“I had so much fun today, girl. I’m so excited to have you as a housemate and new friend! Tomorrow is gonna be even better!” Olivia said genuinely before pulling away with a smile, completely unaware of what she just did. Jamie, meanwhile, had effectively short circuited from said hug. She simply sat there, her face beet red and breathing shortened, before responding with a smile.
Olivia then turned and grabbed you before skipping out of the room. Thankfully, she didn’t manage to get sidetracked any worse as she actually went to the bathroom and turning on the shower.
The rest of the night went amazingly, especially compared to what you had dealt with during the day. Olivia gave you a show of herself showering off while you reformed on the countertop. And even though she wasn’t wearing much to begin with, when she stripped down you felt the boiling anger that you had been harboring for the day begin to melt away. Was the simple fact that your girlfriend was a perfect ten enough of a reason to put up with things like being shoved under her feet for 12 hours? To most people, of course not. But call it stupidity, or call it horniness, but somehow it was to you.
——-
The next morning came and you opened your eyes slowly to look at the human sized clock beside you as it read 10:00 A.M. You looked over at Olivia’s bed and were a bit saddened to see that even she had gotten up already, despite her tendency to sleep in. You rolled out of bed and stretched for a moment before heading to your tiny wardrobe and picking out what you thought was a fun festival outfit. As you slid on your colorful shirt and shorts you felt yourself get more and more excited for the day. Even though yesterday was a living nightmare, you still had hope that spending an actual day with your girlfriend at the music festival would more than make up for it. And just as you finished getting dressed, you heard the door to your room swing open from the outside. You turned around and saw Olivia first, clad in what looked like a cowgirl outfit with black leather pants, a cow-print vest, and a white cowboy hat, and got immediately excited. But when you saw Jamie walk in behind her, wearing a less flashy but still clearly stylish getup behind her, you felt a familiar sense of nervousness kick in.
“Oh my gosh babe you’re up and you look so cute! Wait if you’re wearing an adorable outfit like that then this is going to be even better!” Olivia said, brimming with enthusiasm as usual.
“Wait, what do you mean?” You asked hesitantly, “We’re just going to the festival regularly today, right Liv? No whacky plans or schemes like yesterday?”
“Oh, umm well WE are gonna go to the festival like normal people!” Olivia said with a smile while pointing at Jamie. Jamie looked visibly uncomfortable as she smiled at you sheepishly. Clearly she was not as on board with whatever new plan that Olivia had come up with. Your girlfriend continued, “But you’ll still get to go! And you won’t be hidden away this time!”
You gave a perplexed look up to your girlfriend. And just as you were about to voice your concerns, she effortlessly talked over you, “Okay listen! So Jamie kindaaaa exchanged your ticket for the entire weekend and got the regular sized wristband. So it’s more like her ticket now… but just wait! I looked up the rules of bringing tinies without tickets to the festival and it said it is expressly forbidden, except for under one specific circumstance!” She took a breath for a moment, just long enough for you ask a question.
“And what is this specific circumsta—-“
“Drum roll please!” Olivia exclaimed, cutting you off once again, before crassly reaching behind her back and doing what apparently looked like drumming on her own butt cheeks. After a moment she jumped into the air and spun around suddenly, landing with a thud as all of her weight slammed into the carpet. Immediately you discovered that her leather pants were actually assless. The cutout for her cheeks was evidently a bit small for the gargantuan shelves of booty than made up her backside, since they were a bit squeezed and lifted up, making them look somehow even larger than usual. Finally, you noticed an unimaginably small thong threading her crack, made up of a matching cow print to her top. She finally continued, now looking over her shoulder and pointing at her own rear.
“If a tiny is being used for decoration or clothing then they are permitted to enter the grounds without a ticket! So I remembered yesterday morning when you mentioned being a little sticker on my butt, and I thought that idea was so cute and funny that it just came back to me this morning! If I stick you on there then you’d actually be able to hear all of the music, and at least see some stuff! Isn’t that genius!?”
Continued next chapter due to length
“Ah, Olivia!” Jamie shrieked before her hand reached forward, roughly slamming into Olivia’s feet for a moment, shocking the brunette, before her thumb and pointer finger clasped around your entire upper body. With a surprising amount of effort required, Jamie managed to rip your body off of the sole your lower half was attached to. She immediately held up your devastated body to Olivia, with all signs of humanity nearly wiped away by half a day of dancing and frolicking thanks to the bubbly giantess. Even though the lack of socks meant that there wasn’t any lint stuck to your body, the gallons of foot sweat, dead skin, and even some dye from the insole beneath you had all transferred onto your squishy body. Olivia simply looked at the foreign object in Jamie’s hand for a moment.
“Oh my god…” Olivia said, her hand covering her mouth for a moment, “Is that a piece of toe jam you just grabbed!? Ewwww girl that’s so gross! Here give it to me and I’ll throw it away.” Olivia said with another laugh before reaching forward and grabbing you in her hand. Her nose crinkled with disgust at touching what she thought was pure detritus that came off of her foot, but right as she stood up to head towards the trash can in the kitchen, thankfully Jamie shouted out.
“Olivia! That’s your boyfriend! It’s Andrew!”
Finally, your existence was undeniable to your giantess girlfriend, and you returned to her mind for the first time since that morning. She looked down at you once more, and saw behind the layer of smeared discoloration, the faint sight of your face and hair. She audibly gasped.
“Babe!” Olivia said down to you, “Oh my god I’m so happy to see you!” Olivia’s response caused Jamie’s jaw to drop, and yours would have as well if you were not accustomed to this level of absolute thoughtlessness from her. Olivia acted like you just showed up on her doorstep to say hello, rather than having just found you splattered underneath a foot after 12 hours of stomping and squashing. Not to mention quite literally confusing you for her toe jam and being mere seconds away from throwing you in the trash can.
Is it possible for someone to actually be this careless? Jamie thought to herself. Or is this some sort of elaborate act that Olivia puts on to be able to crush you senseless and get away with it?
Just as Jamie’s mind wandered to more nefarious possibilities for Olivia’s practically inexplicable behavior, she witnessed her bring your smashed body rapidly up to her lips for an uncoordinated, drunken kiss. And as her lips made contact with your inch-tall, ravaged body, Jamie could tell that it was not an act. Somehow, Olivia simultaneously did love you as a partner while also forgetting all about you for extended periods of time. As a person with a functioning brain, this dichotomy made nearly no sense to Jamie. But somehow it worked for you two, so who was she to judge.
After a mere second of the kiss, however, Olivia pulled your body away from her mouth harshly and turned to the side before making an audible spitting sound.
“Oh my god babe you taste like sweaty feet!” She said down to you with a light giggle, “Let’s go get you cleaned up.” Olivia finished with a smile before placing you on the coffee table for a moment. She then turned back to Jamie and approached the girl. She bent down to the seated girl and reached behind her, pulling her in for a firm hug. From Jamie’s seated position, her entire vision was consumed by Olivia’s enormously endowed chest, clad in the same white bikini top that she had been wearing the entire day. In her drunken stupor and attempt at sisterly bonding with the girl, Olivia simply grabbed the girl’s head and yanked her face directly into the maw of her cleavage before speaking.
“I had so much fun today, girl. I’m so excited to have you as a housemate and new friend! Tomorrow is gonna be even better!” Olivia said genuinely before pulling away with a smile, completely unaware of what she just did. Jamie, meanwhile, had effectively short circuited from said hug. She simply sat there, her face beet red and breathing shortened, before responding with a smile.
Olivia then turned and grabbed you before skipping out of the room. Thankfully, she didn’t manage to get sidetracked any worse as she actually went to the bathroom and turning on the shower.
The rest of the night went amazingly, especially compared to what you had dealt with during the day. Olivia gave you a show of herself showering off while you reformed on the countertop. And even though she wasn’t wearing much to begin with, when she stripped down you felt the boiling anger that you had been harboring for the day begin to melt away. Was the simple fact that your girlfriend was a perfect ten enough of a reason to put up with things like being shoved under her feet for 12 hours? To most people, of course not. But call it stupidity, or call it horniness, but somehow it was to you.
——-
The next morning came and you opened your eyes slowly to look at the human sized clock beside you as it read 10:00 A.M. You looked over at Olivia’s bed and were a bit saddened to see that even she had gotten up already, despite her tendency to sleep in. You rolled out of bed and stretched for a moment before heading to your tiny wardrobe and picking out what you thought was a fun festival outfit. As you slid on your colorful shirt and shorts you felt yourself get more and more excited for the day. Even though yesterday was a living nightmare, you still had hope that spending an actual day with your girlfriend at the music festival would more than make up for it. And just as you finished getting dressed, you heard the door to your room swing open from the outside. You turned around and saw Olivia first, clad in what looked like a cowgirl outfit with black leather pants, a cow-print vest, and a white cowboy hat, and got immediately excited. But when you saw Jamie walk in behind her, wearing a less flashy but still clearly stylish getup behind her, you felt a familiar sense of nervousness kick in.
“Oh my gosh babe you’re up and you look so cute! Wait if you’re wearing an adorable outfit like that then this is going to be even better!” Olivia said, brimming with enthusiasm as usual.
“Wait, what do you mean?” You asked hesitantly, “We’re just going to the festival regularly today, right Liv? No whacky plans or schemes like yesterday?”
“Oh, umm well WE are gonna go to the festival like normal people!” Olivia said with a smile while pointing at Jamie. Jamie looked visibly uncomfortable as she smiled at you sheepishly. Clearly she was not as on board with whatever new plan that Olivia had come up with. Your girlfriend continued, “But you’ll still get to go! And you won’t be hidden away this time!”
You gave a perplexed look up to your girlfriend. And just as you were about to voice your concerns, she effortlessly talked over you, “Okay listen! So Jamie kindaaaa exchanged your ticket for the entire weekend and got the regular sized wristband. So it’s more like her ticket now… but just wait! I looked up the rules of bringing tinies without tickets to the festival and it said it is expressly forbidden, except for under one specific circumstance!” She took a breath for a moment, just long enough for you ask a question.
“And what is this specific circumsta—-“
“Drum roll please!” Olivia exclaimed, cutting you off once again, before crassly reaching behind her back and doing what apparently looked like drumming on her own butt cheeks. After a moment she jumped into the air and spun around suddenly, landing with a thud as all of her weight slammed into the carpet. Immediately you discovered that her leather pants were actually assless. The cutout for her cheeks was evidently a bit small for the gargantuan shelves of booty than made up her backside, since they were a bit squeezed and lifted up, making them look somehow even larger than usual. Finally, you noticed an unimaginably small thong threading her crack, made up of a matching cow print to her top. She finally continued, now looking over her shoulder and pointing at her own rear.
“If a tiny is being used for decoration or clothing then they are permitted to enter the grounds without a ticket! So I remembered yesterday morning when you mentioned being a little sticker on my butt, and I thought that idea was so cute and funny that it just came back to me this morning! If I stick you on there then you’d actually be able to hear all of the music, and at least see some stuff! Isn’t that genius!?”
Continued next chapter due to length
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