The Sole Issue
Tiny Tutor (Re-Upload)
chapter 6
by
Bobob1
Gwen’s boots clanked along the ground as she made her way to the stage. With each step, her sweat caked foot slammed down into your squishy body more and more, your miniscule form flattening out with each resounding crash. Oblivious to what exactly the irritation in her boot was, Gwen couldn’t help but smile as the annoying feeling grew less and less prominent as she walked.
By the time Gwen made it to the stage, you felt completely adhered to the sole of her foot, bound to her sweaty skin by the pressure she was inflicting upon you. Everything was pitch black, and your senses were overwhelmed by the nauseatingly powerful stench coming from Gwen’s foot, amplified a hundred times over by your miniature stature and close proximity to her foot. Noises from outside her boot were muffled too, preventing you from hearing the clapping of the audience signaling the beginning of the play.
Gwen spent nearly the entire play out onstage, only leaving the stage for a few scenes that took place with Penny and Morgan in the evil witch’s lair. With a frustrating level of consistency, Gwen stomped around the stage, sometimes walking, sometimes running, and sometimes jumping. The crowd cheered and cried at her every action, while the one person with the closest seat in the house suffered in the dark and dank cavern of her right boot.
At one point in the play, Gwen removed her boots and outer armor while recovering from a battle with Morgan’s evil witch character. Sadly, though the fresh air felt good against your back, your position was anything but relaxing. You were firmly plastered to her sole, and your tiny little body blended in quite well with the redhead’s tanned skin tone. You briefly struggled, but your efforts were in vain.
You mentally sobbed as Gwen slipped her foot back into the boot and the climax of the play began. After an epic battle against the witch, Gwen managed to rescue Penny the captive princess, who even got a few hits in on the witch herself. Morgan was turned to stone, and the two fictional and real-life lovers shared a passionate kiss as the curtain fell and the audience clapped enthusiastically, your mother included.
After taking their well-earned bows, the three exhausted giantesses returned to their dressing room and changed out of their costumes. Penny wiped her make-up away, before getting a surprise visit from Shannon, who congratulated her on a fantastic performance. Morgan had a much easier time taking her dress off, as the tight costume slipped across her sweaty flesh with ease.
Gwen sat down in a chair and stripped out of her armor and down to the simple tank top and shorts she was wearing underneath. She then loosened the straps on her iron boots and worked her feet out of them, grimacing at how swampy and sticky her feet felt. Those iron boots were the exact opposite of comfortable in nearly every way imaginable, but Gwen just had to grin and bear it.
Reaching for a small wash cloth, Gwen began wiping her feet clean of dirt and sweat, not wanting to head home with disgustingly moist feet. Her cloth passed over your body several times, succeeding only in further scrubbing you into her sole. However, by a stroke of luck, her finger grazed your body, and she managed to feel the nearly imperceptible bump of your sticker-like body against her own flesh.
The memory of that strange irritation came back to her mind, and Gwen examined the sole of her right foot with a mix of confusion and curiosity. Your human features were still visible (thankfully) so you looked like a tiny sticker glued to her foot. With a little bit of effort, the titanic redhead managed to peel you off, and held you in her palm, staring at you intently.
Your body was battered beyond belief, and remained flat as paper in the giantesses hand no matter how hard you struggled and focused to reform. Your body had taken too much punishment, and would require several hours to reform. Out of the corner of your eye, you spotted your mother giving Penny a hug, and then she sauntered out of view, completely forgetting she had ever taken you to the theater with her.
With your mother’s assistance off the table, you could only pray that Gwen would help you. Though, if you were being honest, you weren’t sure how she could. Flat as paper, and incapable of both movement and speech, you didn’t exactly look like a normal human being, not to mention your one-inch height.
This thought was further driven home by Gwen stroking and rubbing at your body, trying to determine exactly what you were. However, you were helpless to either help her aid you, or prove to her you weren’t just some weird sticker. Your fate rested entirely in her hands (quite literally, at the moment) and you had a sneaking suspicion that life was just waiting to find a brand-new way to screw you over.
What happens next?
By the time Gwen made it to the stage, you felt completely adhered to the sole of her foot, bound to her sweaty skin by the pressure she was inflicting upon you. Everything was pitch black, and your senses were overwhelmed by the nauseatingly powerful stench coming from Gwen’s foot, amplified a hundred times over by your miniature stature and close proximity to her foot. Noises from outside her boot were muffled too, preventing you from hearing the clapping of the audience signaling the beginning of the play.
Gwen spent nearly the entire play out onstage, only leaving the stage for a few scenes that took place with Penny and Morgan in the evil witch’s lair. With a frustrating level of consistency, Gwen stomped around the stage, sometimes walking, sometimes running, and sometimes jumping. The crowd cheered and cried at her every action, while the one person with the closest seat in the house suffered in the dark and dank cavern of her right boot.
At one point in the play, Gwen removed her boots and outer armor while recovering from a battle with Morgan’s evil witch character. Sadly, though the fresh air felt good against your back, your position was anything but relaxing. You were firmly plastered to her sole, and your tiny little body blended in quite well with the redhead’s tanned skin tone. You briefly struggled, but your efforts were in vain.
You mentally sobbed as Gwen slipped her foot back into the boot and the climax of the play began. After an epic battle against the witch, Gwen managed to rescue Penny the captive princess, who even got a few hits in on the witch herself. Morgan was turned to stone, and the two fictional and real-life lovers shared a passionate kiss as the curtain fell and the audience clapped enthusiastically, your mother included.
After taking their well-earned bows, the three exhausted giantesses returned to their dressing room and changed out of their costumes. Penny wiped her make-up away, before getting a surprise visit from Shannon, who congratulated her on a fantastic performance. Morgan had a much easier time taking her dress off, as the tight costume slipped across her sweaty flesh with ease.
Gwen sat down in a chair and stripped out of her armor and down to the simple tank top and shorts she was wearing underneath. She then loosened the straps on her iron boots and worked her feet out of them, grimacing at how swampy and sticky her feet felt. Those iron boots were the exact opposite of comfortable in nearly every way imaginable, but Gwen just had to grin and bear it.
Reaching for a small wash cloth, Gwen began wiping her feet clean of dirt and sweat, not wanting to head home with disgustingly moist feet. Her cloth passed over your body several times, succeeding only in further scrubbing you into her sole. However, by a stroke of luck, her finger grazed your body, and she managed to feel the nearly imperceptible bump of your sticker-like body against her own flesh.
The memory of that strange irritation came back to her mind, and Gwen examined the sole of her right foot with a mix of confusion and curiosity. Your human features were still visible (thankfully) so you looked like a tiny sticker glued to her foot. With a little bit of effort, the titanic redhead managed to peel you off, and held you in her palm, staring at you intently.
Your body was battered beyond belief, and remained flat as paper in the giantesses hand no matter how hard you struggled and focused to reform. Your body had taken too much punishment, and would require several hours to reform. Out of the corner of your eye, you spotted your mother giving Penny a hug, and then she sauntered out of view, completely forgetting she had ever taken you to the theater with her.
With your mother’s assistance off the table, you could only pray that Gwen would help you. Though, if you were being honest, you weren’t sure how she could. Flat as paper, and incapable of both movement and speech, you didn’t exactly look like a normal human being, not to mention your one-inch height.
This thought was further driven home by Gwen stroking and rubbing at your body, trying to determine exactly what you were. However, you were helpless to either help her aid you, or prove to her you weren’t just some weird sticker. Your fate rested entirely in her hands (quite literally, at the moment) and you had a sneaking suspicion that life was just waiting to find a brand-new way to screw you over.
What happens next?
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April 23, 2025
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