Spicing Things Up (Chapter 7) (Patreon)

“Shelley, I d-don’t know if I can take this!” Cody whined from inside the dewy cavern of her shoe, hearing how pathetic he sounded and still not caring. The giantess’s smile dominated the opening above, then fell away as she dipped him low enough to slide her still-naked foot inside.

“Oh, I don’t know, either! Which is why it’s going to be so much fun to see how you’re doing by the end of this little play date. Let’s face it, after what you did to Ashley, it might be nice to see you cry a little, at least. And I doubt you’ll have to fake it,” Shelley teased.

Her beady toes, wiggling either hello or goodbye, rammed into the footwear and left Cody mired in the moist darkness inherent to being pile-driven beneath a row of five pudgy digit pads. Next that heel thumped into place, and the sputtering insole-hybrid could actually feel the more prominent geometry of Shelley’s foot settling right into the domed grooves they’d dug and blackened in his paltry foam form over hundreds of wears. The feeling of claustrophobic tightness that came from being fastened between the unyielding rubbery basin of the shoe itself and the giantess’s swampy sole was bad enough at first contact, but nearly sent Cody into a psychological spiral when she began re-knotting the laces. Though it didn’t exactly hurt worse than an overenthusiastic bear hug (at least not yet), the contraction of space that came of being corseted into that gargantuan shoe beneath a brawny oil-slaked arch the exact length of his new “body” made Cody so dizzy and genuinely afraid that he would’ve actually preferred to black out now, rather than experience what was to come.

“God, this is NOT how I expected to be spending the rest of my day, but it’s going to be a pretty special one, I think,” Shelley said from above, while the engine rumbled and the car lurched into motion. Naturally, she’d melded him into the insole underneath the foot working the pedals, but helpfully, she spoke loudly enough that the shrinker could still hear her words, even while getting his face rammed with pulsating verve into the ball of Shelley’s foot. “Think about it, Cody. Even after things go back to normal for you at the end of this weekend… or week, depending how well-behaved you are down there… they’re not really going to go all the way back to normal, are they? Even if Ashley never learns what you did. You’ll know. And I’ll know. Maybe most important, you’ll get to remember for the rest of your life that you spent part of a day where your literal body was made of, I swear, the absolute sweatiest sickest insoles I own, with your little scheming loser-face poking up just high enough to get totally creamed against the bottom of my big ol’ foot every time I took a step or stopped at a red light. Don’t worry, I won’t make it worse for you by spreading this story around to everyone, and definitely not Ashley. No, it’s just that it’s going to be so funny… our fucked-up dirty little secret… that whenever you see me from now on, as long as you live, I’ll just give you a smile, so you can remember again what happened, what it smelled like, and that you have to live with it forever. I seriously can’t imagine how humiliating that’s going to be for you.”

The whole ride, Cody found his ears were almost as tortured as his nose and lips by the giggly marathon of derision coming from above. It was clear now that Shelley was fully enjoying every instant of her control, lording the future trauma of this current activity over her underfoot captive, and what somehow made it worse was that her tone never descended to venomous snarls like Ashley’s when she addressed him as her failure of a slave. He might’ve actually preferred that the giantess give him this verbal stripping-down in a crueler deeper voice than her standard perky chime, because this way, there could be no denial that it was the exact same Shelley, with whom he’d been friends for so long, now relishing the way she’d cavalierly turned him into a malleable yet easily-shorn piece of reek-entrenched fabric that existed only to eat up the pressure and citrus-fungal aroma of her shoe. This bizarre and shameful blight in their relationship would never be removed, the unspoken dynamic in their power forever shifted no matter what size he regrew toward, and Shelley couldn’t have cared less. It was all worth it to her for the laugh.

“Before you go getting worried that I’m just going to keep you stuck in that shoe until it’s time to go back to Ashley, just chill out,” Shelley stated, having arrived back home, as she marched up the sidewalk and treated Cody’s squinched face like a whack-a-mole beneath the thickest region of her putrid sole on every other arc. It seemed like she hadn’t stopped denigrating him with cheerful chatter since she’d turned the car on. “There’s no way I’d want you to leave today without more than one special memory to look back on, after all.”

Cody was grateful to be finally ejected from beneath Shelley’s sole, but not so much the method, which came of the shoe being loosened and then launched clean off her ped in a single turbulent thrust. After the first bounce across her living room floor, the insole-man didn’t know which way was up or down, but did know that his panicked hyperventilation resulted in even fuller breaths of the now-vacant sneaker hull and its sweat-oozed redolence. Cody also blearily noticed the feeling of Shelley’s fingers pinching at the heel portion of his body and unpeeling him from the shoe again to bring back toward the light, but he was too defeated and devoid of dignity to even look up at first. This meant it came as a total surprise when he fell and transformed back into “human” form on the ground between the blonde titaness’s feet, albeit a form still constructed entirely of soiled gray foam-fuzz like a cutout gingerbread man, and of course, gooily engorged with what felt like his body weight in Shelley’s foot sweat.

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THE END (for now)