Bad Bet (Chapter 2) (Patreon)

Nele, meanwhile, after several minutes of recuperating, turned back to the trampoline, not even certain she’d believe her eyes when she looked. Sure enough, though, she saw Tiara gleefully waving her bare feet around a specific spot on the buoyant platform, while keeping her mealy soles low enough to trap the gunked-up raunch around her shrunken target, and Nele realized she hadn’t hallucinated. Still, despite her concern for Liam, she couldn’t help but feel total fascination with the impossible trick she’d just witnessed, and calmly crawled back onto the trampoline, crouching for a better look beside her friend’s feet.

Though Tiara’s peds stunk of sweaty mud and soiled socks, it was worth it to get a look at the three-millimeter victim foolish enough to make such a tragic bet. True to his word, though probably only because he was intimidated by the titanic girl who suddenly had his whole life literally under her foot, he’d pressed himself up against the nearest drenched wrinkle of the giantess’s peachy cream-soft sole, and was licking ferociously, even while he cringed with revulsion on every sharp taste.

“Ew! LIAM! You’re… really doing it?” Nele gasped, then couldn’t help but crack a smile at the sheer absurdity of what she was seeing. Kooky as Tiara was, she sure knew how to get her way. “You didn’t make him do that with… magic, did you?”

“Nope! I guess he just respects a good bet!” the older girl sputtered, while swiping away another stray drool-globe. “Also, he’s probably totally scared of being skooshed under my heel, but hey, a little fear is healthy sometimes! Besides, what’s a little foot-licking among friends? Plus, it feels reeeeeally good after we were running around earlier, even though it’ll probably take him daysto lick up all the crud down there.”

“Wow. M-Liam, why are you d-doing this? I mean, I know it’s part of the bet and everything, but it’s not like you “have” to go this far!” Nele remarked, her sympathy temporarily waning as she watched him work his microscopic tongue against an oily boot-marinated sole ravine, his whole shrunken self quivering. “Geez, maybe you don’t… hate it as much as I thought you would?”

“Why don’t you give it a try too?” Tiara whispered. “Since he doesn’t seem to mind.”

This statement was enough to make Liam pause. He turned and looked up in horror, seeing the face of his crush on a massive scale, and was briefly enchanted into stillness by the heavenly sight of her beautiful features above, until Nele shrugged and chucked her own footwear off with greater speed than Tiara. Hesitating for just a moment, but then encouraged by the tomboy’s queenly attitude and Liam’s apparent compliance, the younger giantess brought one sneaker down on its side in front of her dwindled admirer.

“I guess it doesn’t hurt to… mess with him a little,” Nele sheepishly agreed. “He did make a bet, after all. How’s that smell, little guy?”

With so little light now, and walled in on both sides by Tiara’s meaty nude soles and Nele’s spacious shoe interiors, he briefly was witness to the dark-gray soil-and-perspiration stains tramped along the previously snow-white insole in the exact shape of Nele’s sockless ped, complete with slick depressions from where her toes, heel, and the ball of her foot rested. A humid fog poured from the sneaker’s mouth, spiced of feminine sweat, though curiously not as bitter and saline-esque as Tiara’s own. This view didn’t last long, though, before the girl’s actual foot was pushed between the rubber instep rims of her shoes, now sharing space above with her friend to haunt and overshadow Liam using the enormous, stink-rich, dirt-tracked contours of her pinkish foot flesh.

Throughout this impossible ordeal, the little guy considered trying to run or cry out in repentance, yet found himself swept along by the sheer suggestive power of this girl, who he once viewed as a benevolent but childish jokester, but who now took on such an eerily godlike presence from her size, confidence, and foot-stench that he was cowed into service, and that went the same for Nele too, whom he even found wasn’t unpleasant to be around at this scale, despite her joining in with Tiara in this extended and rather disgusting payoff at his expense. By now he was deeply irritated, if not feeling degradingly abused, by his friends’ shared power-trip using their colossal feet, but it seemed impossible to back out now, until the girls had finished having their fun. Mercifully, however, just when the shrinker was starting to go weak in the knees from the combined brackish aroma and sweat-mist of both girls’ mountainous sole underbellies, his gigantic crush withdrew her sole and set her shoes aside too.

“Okay, that… might have been too much,” she said, as though awakening from a trance. “I admit, it was kind of cool having Liam trapped there, and I know we all joke around a lot and make fun of each other sometimes, but… well, I can barely see his face, and I definitely can’t hear his voice, so how do we know if he doesn’t hate this? Tiara, I… feel bad. Can’t we fix this now? Liam, I’m… really sorry! I hope you can hear me, and that I’m not too loud on your little ears. I don’t know what came over me. Please, just relax, and I bet Tiara will undo this, since you did your part of the bet. Right?”

“So what you’re saying is…” the magician said with a sly smirk at Nele. “…that you want Liam to be the same size as you?”

“Yes, obviously! Come on, it’s not funny anymore! Fix this!”

“Oh, I will!” she answered, hardly suppressing another victorious and slobbery giggle-fit, while murmuring the all-too-real enchantment off the paper.

Liam, watching his own body and preparing to shoot back up to standard height, nearly fainted then at the sight of Nele, not himself, changing statures instead in a drastic way by also melting down to his same scant-millimeter height. Suddenly there was but one giantess towering above the frightened pair, with her steamy slime-coated sole islands still arched for action.

“WHOOPS!” Tiara sarcastically boomed with a deliriously-happy smile. “Hey, I made you the same size. Just like you wanted!”

Relishing her hilarious magic-induced victory, the lone giantess gave a laugh like a thunderclap, while her puny victims looked to one another in bug-eyed denial. Though Liam and Nele were still overshadowed by the fleshy monoliths of those grungy sweat-ointmented soles above, Tiara surprised them by neither burying them under her feet or bouncing them away on the trampoline like dust specks, but instead reaching for them with her fingers parted to gently pinch her captives.

“It’s not safe out here for such little shrimps!” she explained as she picked them up. “Don’t worry. We’ll put you two itsy-bitsy things somewhere nice and safe and warm so the birds don’t eat ya!”

Squirming powerlessly in the smooth vice of Tiara’s digits, both Liam and Nele were transported high into the air, then delivered over the vacant mouth of a discarded shoe: not the magician’s waterlogged black boots, but the same sweltering ratty-insoled sneaker which Nele had teasingly held above her shrunken friend’s head before she shared his miniscule fate. Apparently this was to be their shelter. When they realized Tiara intended to place them both directly inside the recently-heated footwear cavern, thickly redolent of wet rubber and sour toejam, both diminished parties fought all the harder against the giantess’s fingers, crying out for her to stop joking, but their pleas went ignored as both were quickly placed on the swampy terrain within.

Having already been given a preview of this spacious shoe prison before, Liam wasn’t surprised when his multi-millimeter body sunk slightly on the partially-white ground like foam, the fabric weighed down by grimy sweat-leechings and stained gray in that same impression of Nele’s bare foot, which of course looked humongous now, so large in comparison to the pair that they couldn’t have even distinguished the shape if they didn’t have that aerial look first. The view from inside the filth-crusted shoe was breathtaking in its grandeur, as was the stench in a more literal sense, since both Liam and Nele doubled over immediately, coughing and sputtering from the sticky sunbaked foot-flavor permeating the space like pea soup fog.