[originally contributed by gemini, adrift on WDC]

In the shadow of Arnold's massive sole, Esther lost herself, but that doesn't mean she froze. She always had more of a fight response, but she found herself nearly crippled by anxiety as she considered rebelling against Arnold.

"That's enough footage, right?" Esther babbled as she wobbled to her feet. "Are we-"

"What the fuck?" She heard Arnold's brother complained disapprovingly.

"What are you doing, Esther," Kevin immediately asked in a grossly annoyed tone.

Even though all Esther knew of Arnold was his tall, broad and imposing sole that ended in thick toes, she could still tell that he was alerted that something was not right: she watched those mighty toes clench, and knew they contained enough force to squeeze the guts out of her with ease. "What's up, dudes?" Arnold's voice rumbled, and the giant wall of his sole wrinkled, looking so much like a huge cliffside of flesh.

"I think that's enough footage for whatever you need," Esther continued, and she started to compose herself just a little as she made her way a short distance from Arnold's foot. She didn't get far, and her mind couldn't help but marvel helplessly at the fact that Esther was exactly one inch tall, and she was a waif against Arnold's apartment-bulding-sized foot, his sole six stories tall.

The wall shifted and warped, and Esther almost fell over when she saw Arnold's pissed-off, giant face glowering down at her from around his massive, close-by foot.

"What the hell is this? Dude, you said you were selling a slave. Why isn't she licking my feet?"

"Esther," Kevin growled at her, and her attention whipped around to her giant "friend" and manager. Well, Danica was her friend - Kevin never said he was. "Lick his feet, right now," Kevin ordered.

Esther whimpered in the colossal presence of these giant men, all the fight draining from her. They all expected her to lick his feet. And it was getting harder and harder to resist. The overpoweringly cloying stink of Arnold's flesh still clouded her air, and her mind. He could step on her like a bug if he wanted to. Several hers. A man like Arnold probably had, too.

Esther gasped, and collapsed. She caught herself before she totally fell over, but she knelt down and wrapped her arms around her head protectively. But deep down, she knew there was no protecting herself from Arnold. Or Kevin. Or any giant.

She was an inch tall. And this was her nightmare. Esther could have realized in that moment that she had only taken half a dozen steps or so before losing herself again. Her mind wasn't ready to take that in, though. Instead, she wondered how much sanity she had left.

She didn't want to get stepped on.

Arnold was the kind of guy to step on women.

Kevin, too, probably.

Arnold's godly visage frowned deeply. "Get licking, or get squished."