As life ran in slow motion, your sister’s fist swung towards the volleyball with the strength and speed of a ballistic missile. However, at the last second, her hand curved slightly upwards, and only Stacy’s gigantic thumb slammed into your body. As her momentum carried her fist forward, her thumb dragged across your body, and you felt your squishy, flat form being torn from the volleyball, much to your delight.
Unfortunately, your delight quickly diminished as you realized the now precarious position you were placed in. The volleyball soared into the air, and Stacy’s fist moved away, leaving your miniscule, paper-thin body fluttering in the breeze like a worthless piece of trash blowing away. As much as you prayed for the impossible, your body simply could not reform in mid-air, leaving you at the whims of the often-sadistic fate.
You floated lower and lower, brushing against your sister’s stomach as she rushed forward to save the ball from hitting the ground. You could only stare upwards at the bright sun and your sister’s towering form, as she failed to feel your body tickling her skin, too focused on the intense game and making herself look competent in front of Scarlet.
A small breeze carried you closer over to Scarlet herself, where you hit her knee and gently rolled down her shin and onto the soft, sandy ground. Staring straight up at Scarlet, you felt an overwhelming wave of terror wash over you. She was like a goddess to you, and you were so insignificant to her that she didn’t even notice you down by her feet. It was a depressing and humbling reminder of how small you really were.
Shaking yourself out of your self-reflection, you willed your body to reform as fast as possible, focusing the full extent of your mind on regaining your squishy, human body. Even though you still didn’t have a plan from that point. Would it be better to run away from the field or try and get Stacy’s attention as soon as possible?
You didn’t have any more time to think, though, as Scarlet suddenly lunged forward to hit the ball, and her right foot raised above you. You mentally whimpered, your concentration and focus broken as you gazed upon your imminent torment. The red-haired giantess slammed her foot down, burying you beneath her tanned sole and squashing you painfully.
Scarlet’s foot made a crater in the soft sand, pressing you down into the dry earth with the full force of all of her weight. The tiny grains of sand were large enough to scratch and poke at your body, the pain only amplified by the heavy pressure bearing down on you without mercy.
Your torment only increased exponentially as Scarlet slid back a foot, instead of taking a step back. Her foot dragged through the sand, a rather pleasant sensation to her, but an unbelievably agonizing, oblivious assault upon your beaten, tiny body. You mentally screamed as your tiny body was rubbed and ground to a thin paste between Scarlet’s foot and the sandy beach.
Though it only took her a second, Scarlet’s brief action now left your squishy body firmly adhered to the skin of her foot, your tiny smear of a body located right underneath the redhead’s heel. As Scarlet took a legitimate step one moment later, you felt yourself rise into the air with her foot, and then slammed back down powerfully and painfully onto the ground.
With each footfall, the blissfully unaware Scarlet furthered your suffering, and you were powerless to do anything to stop her. Crushed as flat and thoroughly as you were, you were incapable of movement or reformation, Scarlet couldn’t feel a thing beneath her feet, not with how focused she was, and Stacy didn’t have a clue in the world that you were in any danger at all. The other two girls, Ariel and Iman, had never met even met you, so they were off the table too. You were all alone in the world.
The game continued for nearly an hour, and finally ended with Stacy scoring the winning spike to cinch victory for her and Scarlet. Scarlet cried out victoriously and brought your sister in for a tight, celebratory hug, still failing to notice the massive blush in Stacy’s cheeks as the two girls embraced. They shook hands with Ariel and Iman, and then Ariel and Iman left to get a bite to eat.
Alone on the court, Scarlet shuffled over to the bench where Stacy had set you down earlier and plopped down, letting out an exhausted sigh. She kicked up her feet and reclined, smiling and still riding off the hype from winning. Stacy stood beside her, trying not to stare at how Scarlet’s toned, attractive body glistened with sweat under the sun, or how her breasts rose and fell as she breathed heavily.
“What…an intense…game!” Scarlet sighed. “You did so amazing out there Stacy. Best partner…ever!”
“Th-thanks…Scarlet…” Stacy mumbled, nervously smiling. While she stood there, she found her gaze steal a glance at the bottom of Scarlet’s right foot. She stared for a moment, and frowned.
Scarlet noticed her standing, and quickly swiveled in her seat, dropping her feet back onto the ground. “Here! Take a seat. You’ve earned it, girl!”
“S-sure…” Stacy nodded and sat down beside her new friend and nearly irresistible crush. What did she see on the bottom of Scarlet’s right foot, and what does she do next?
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