The Last of the Micrins (Chapter 5) (Patreon)

Once the couple found the courage to open their eyes, let alone move, and recognize they were improbably still alive, they crept hurriedly out from beneath the long-stretched overhang of Diana’s foot, all the while nauseated with the paranoia of knowing that it would take only the slightest additional plop of that sole mass to end them for good. Having to see the gory spatters of their kin smeared like painted trophies onto that roofing of feminine sole flesh just above didn’t help their spirits, either. As they exited the most-immediate danger of that shadow, Sammy and Stephen watched the giantess’s expressive light-blue-glossed toes happily scrunching and flexing in rapid almost-exertive fashion. Coupled with the drawn-out exhales and soft croons of titillation that echoed from the colossal woman’s lips so far away, noises which gradually built in volume and passion, it became eerily clear that Diana was getting legitimately riled up now by the cinematic events playing out onscreen, even if she hadn’t completely come to terms with that fact yet.

Shortly thereafter, the unknowingly-lethal homeowner slid her feet back again, mounting them heavily upon the floor with effort that quaked every micro-being in the room again, and rose from the couch. Diana then marched off, much to the temporary yet still-traumatized relief of the micrins scattered unseen around her. However, her unexpected departure came as unsettling news to two other miniscule refugees named Lucas and Myles, who just so happened to be crossing the polished light-gray plain of the floor where their supposed new dominion’s gargantuan mistress was about to pass by.

“Um… am I… really seeing that?” Lucas breathed in a daze.

“You can see her… t-too?” Myles uttered.

The two friends froze mid-stride, gawping with their necks craned back at the obscenely tall black-haired beauty making her way toward them. Even more unluckily for Lucas and Myles, however, their alarming encounter with Diana marked a first for the micrin race, when the giantess actually looked back at them. While they were too tiny for her to meet their gaze, her attention just so happened to drift across the floor at that moment and subconsciously pick out the minor contrast in color against the ground created by their bug-sized bodies. And then she spotted them.

“Oh, great…” Diana resignedly sighed, rolling her eyes with mild frustration, and planted her hands on her hips. “Just what I need. More ants. Why can’t you guys just stay outside where you belong?”

If only the still-uninformed woman knew how desperately the pair of micrins now wished they’d done exactly what she just rhetorically advised.

“RUN!” Myles shouted. “NOW!”

“H-How… is… she… so… big?” Lucas peeped.

But there was barely time for them to take more than three pointlessly-short strides in flight before that behemoth right foot was raised and hovered over them with menacing intent, only now on purpose. They went statue-still again, paralyzed with dread and much of the same awe-inspired amazement which had struck Eric earlier, as they watched the wrinkle-textured spaciousness of that humongous peachy cushioned sole swiftly gain hyper-fine detail, the closer it zoomed down toward them. At the last instant, Diana’s foot tilted back, and her heel met the ground first with an ear-popping THUUUD a perilously short distance away from where the micrin buddies were hunkered. Gripping each other to avoid falling over, despite the seismic roiling that energized the floor for what felt like miles around them, Lucas and Myles looked up again at the much-nearer living mountain slope of Diana’s nude sole, in all its meaty blushing squiggly-creased glory. Like their now-dead predecessor, both micrins found themselves falling under the spell of a presence that held such stupefying power and strangely-undeniable gorgeousness, even while comprehending that this same form of the giantess’s foot could assassinate them so easily. And surely would soon.

“W-Wow…” Lucas murmured.

“Is she… even real?” Myles asked with the same trance-like quality.

“Yes. R-Real.”

“I’ve n-never seen anything like her.”

Ultimately though, it wouldn’t have mattered whether Lucas and Myles sprinted for their lives immediately, or stayed to drunkenly admire the view, once Diana had spied them and placed her foot overhead. That broad sole remorselessly clapped down on the remaining pocket of space that separated her from her targets. In less than a blink, Lucas was crunchily pulverized by the burly padding of the giantess’s sole, joining so many other of his kind that had already become splotches. Myles, assuming he’d shared the same fate, was – like Sammy and Stephen – shocked to realize he still drew breath, post-stomp. Albeit only by freak accident, as he now stood in the sinister yet sultry canyon formed by Diana’s two largest toes. That plush-skinned crevice betwixt her massive lightly-oiled digits, narrow as it was, represented just enough shelter for a being as small as a micrin to unintentionally be spared from a bloody demise. Knocked down flat by the thunderous impact itself, even if he hadn’t actually touched her foot, Myles let out an overwhelmed gasp, wild-eyed, as he flinchily experienced both the greatest terror of his life and, against all odds, a burst of extreme arousal. Too overcome to move, let alone think straight, the little thing took one more astounding glance up the full dizzying length of the lovely titaness’s well-shaped body, and then passed out cold where he was sprawled.