Desperate Survival
Your Life......Smaller
chapter 25
by
copier
· original author:
tinylelouch
Rouge exited your home quickly, hardly giving December a goodbye gesture as she stepped out into the hot summer sun. The moment her body was outside you could tell easily tell, the temperature you felt went up by at least twenty degrees, turning Rouge's boot into a sauna. The increased heat brought forth an instinctive gasp for air...which made you gag as you breathed in more of the dank foot odor; Rouge may have been unfairly beautiful but dammit her feet did smell. In moments you were sweating and started removing your clothes...apart from your undergarments, it felt kind of weird being near nude between Rouge's toes but hell, it made you feel a little better anyway...still lightheaded though.
The gothic giantess stood outside proudly, even though scientifically it was impossible she could feel her new pet between her toes, a mere microbe of dirt destined to join her toejam at some point during her walk. She had never felt more powerful or beautiful for that matter, and passing ogglers didn't hurt that either. Rouge started walking with a confident strut, swaying her large bosom to the sides as passerby stared at her in blatant awe. Being the tease she was she tossed a few of them a wink or maybe a shot of her cleavage but none of them interested her, she had only one special man and he was struggling between her toes for survival.
Those first steps were worse than you had ever experienced, before your second tango with shrinking you had been used as an insole and while you hated it with the passion of a thousand white hot burning suns at least you were secure in your placement, you were large enough for the person's toes to hold you in place but now....you were too small for anything to secure you into place so into the air you went, and each little direction Rouge's foot moved you slammed against something, be it the boot, her foot or god knows what else. To worsen matters Rouge began sweating very slightly, no doubt a result of the summer heat but it just made your hell worse. The salty liquid was dripping into Rouge's already soaked insole, and for some reason that made you nervous, a few minutes later you realized why. Even in the dark light deprived boot you could see it, the residue footsweat that the insole failed to absorb...it was collecting in the imprints of her foot from all this use, forming the beginnings of a puddle...if it got big enough you would literally drown in sweat.
Every few seconds Rouge felt a small smack against her foot, her tiny slave getting swung around by the mere act of walking, it made her happy just to feel that. Not to mention she felt the beginnings of something she had known much about...the puddle...
I wonder how he'll handle it? Rouge giggled evilly at herself as she rounded a corner, she still had twenty minutes to go until she arrived home.
That puddle was becoming an issue fast, it had only been a couple more minutes and already it had filled up the foot imprint of Rouge's boot...and was still filling up. You were still flying around from random areas so you didn't experience this firsthand...yet but you knew it was going to become an issue quick. Minutes passed..and things went from bad to worse, one of your flailings through the air landed you in the worst spot possible, beneath Rouge's big toe. Now you weren't flying around anymore but that rising puddle was at your ankles now...and still rising, and yet Rouge kept on walking without a care in the world, just loving you beneath her perfect sole. In the natural instinct to survive your hands were futilely pushing against Rouge, but even Superman couldn't lift that continent of a woman and you weren't a thousandth of the man he was. Now Rouge's body oils were seeping into you, mussing up your hair and greasing you and your clothes up, and still you tried to push her toe away, the sweat was at your hips. You resorted to screaming, kicking, even biting, but every little action you did just exhausted you and didn't even phase Rouge in the slightest.
In the midst of your panicked panting you felt liquid brush against your neck, time was running out. Not quite thinking clearly you turned your face to the sweat and started slurping it up, trying to lower the water levels. In this desperation you even through your body into the pool, praying your clothes would soak up some sweat...which they did but nowhere near enough. You were forced to squish yourself into Rouge's toe as a means of postponing death, but the sweat was still brushing against your back and still rising, you had a couple minutes at best.
"Rouge...help!!" You pleaded, but it came out as muffles that no one could hear anyway, ever desperate you did anything you thought Rouge would like, kissing,licking, even humping as much as you despised it, but she didn't even show a sign of feeling you.
Rouge felt it though, and it just made her wet, your submission...it was like a drug...and she was going to milk this for all it was worth.
Just as you were giving up though, you noticed something, that near microscopic toejam you saw....it was disgusting, gooey and overall gross...but you may be able to climb and safely hide yourself in it....you would just have to pray you could do it. You worked your way towards it, crawling from beneath Rouge's toe, the slowly rising footsweat taunting you, but you crawled and worked your way to the gooey substance.
Finally you managed to reach out and grab the edge, you could climb and save yourself! Working your way free you sunk into the toejam slightly as you started climbing. But them.....
The gothic giantess stood outside proudly, even though scientifically it was impossible she could feel her new pet between her toes, a mere microbe of dirt destined to join her toejam at some point during her walk. She had never felt more powerful or beautiful for that matter, and passing ogglers didn't hurt that either. Rouge started walking with a confident strut, swaying her large bosom to the sides as passerby stared at her in blatant awe. Being the tease she was she tossed a few of them a wink or maybe a shot of her cleavage but none of them interested her, she had only one special man and he was struggling between her toes for survival.
Those first steps were worse than you had ever experienced, before your second tango with shrinking you had been used as an insole and while you hated it with the passion of a thousand white hot burning suns at least you were secure in your placement, you were large enough for the person's toes to hold you in place but now....you were too small for anything to secure you into place so into the air you went, and each little direction Rouge's foot moved you slammed against something, be it the boot, her foot or god knows what else. To worsen matters Rouge began sweating very slightly, no doubt a result of the summer heat but it just made your hell worse. The salty liquid was dripping into Rouge's already soaked insole, and for some reason that made you nervous, a few minutes later you realized why. Even in the dark light deprived boot you could see it, the residue footsweat that the insole failed to absorb...it was collecting in the imprints of her foot from all this use, forming the beginnings of a puddle...if it got big enough you would literally drown in sweat.
Every few seconds Rouge felt a small smack against her foot, her tiny slave getting swung around by the mere act of walking, it made her happy just to feel that. Not to mention she felt the beginnings of something she had known much about...the puddle...
I wonder how he'll handle it? Rouge giggled evilly at herself as she rounded a corner, she still had twenty minutes to go until she arrived home.
That puddle was becoming an issue fast, it had only been a couple more minutes and already it had filled up the foot imprint of Rouge's boot...and was still filling up. You were still flying around from random areas so you didn't experience this firsthand...yet but you knew it was going to become an issue quick. Minutes passed..and things went from bad to worse, one of your flailings through the air landed you in the worst spot possible, beneath Rouge's big toe. Now you weren't flying around anymore but that rising puddle was at your ankles now...and still rising, and yet Rouge kept on walking without a care in the world, just loving you beneath her perfect sole. In the natural instinct to survive your hands were futilely pushing against Rouge, but even Superman couldn't lift that continent of a woman and you weren't a thousandth of the man he was. Now Rouge's body oils were seeping into you, mussing up your hair and greasing you and your clothes up, and still you tried to push her toe away, the sweat was at your hips. You resorted to screaming, kicking, even biting, but every little action you did just exhausted you and didn't even phase Rouge in the slightest.
In the midst of your panicked panting you felt liquid brush against your neck, time was running out. Not quite thinking clearly you turned your face to the sweat and started slurping it up, trying to lower the water levels. In this desperation you even through your body into the pool, praying your clothes would soak up some sweat...which they did but nowhere near enough. You were forced to squish yourself into Rouge's toe as a means of postponing death, but the sweat was still brushing against your back and still rising, you had a couple minutes at best.
"Rouge...help!!" You pleaded, but it came out as muffles that no one could hear anyway, ever desperate you did anything you thought Rouge would like, kissing,licking, even humping as much as you despised it, but she didn't even show a sign of feeling you.
Rouge felt it though, and it just made her wet, your submission...it was like a drug...and she was going to milk this for all it was worth.
Just as you were giving up though, you noticed something, that near microscopic toejam you saw....it was disgusting, gooey and overall gross...but you may be able to climb and safely hide yourself in it....you would just have to pray you could do it. You worked your way towards it, crawling from beneath Rouge's toe, the slowly rising footsweat taunting you, but you crawled and worked your way to the gooey substance.
Finally you managed to reach out and grab the edge, you could climb and save yourself! Working your way free you sunk into the toejam slightly as you started climbing. But them.....
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