You could only watch helplessly from beneath the transparent shoe as Mallory’s overpowering sole rhythmically compressed against the surface of your prison, turning creamy white, and then again released its weight, immediately regaining its color and plethora of wrinkles. She had promised you before you shrunk that she wouldn’t take you dancing. But the drinks flooding her system must have made that slip her mind.
As she approached the dance floor, the thunderous pounding of sorority brat feet barely drowned out the miserable moaning of the helpless tinies along for the ride. As much as you had been fantasizing about something like this, you were glad this hell was only for one night. You couldn’t imagine how it must feel for those other poor tiny slaves that would never be able to escape their owners’ feet.
The dance floor itself was filthy. Dust and dirt flew up into the air with every pounding step, causing you to erupt into coughing fits. One of the unfortunate tinies you noticed being flung about in their owner’s shoe nearby had somehow gotten old chewed gum stuck to them.
Occasionally you felt the freezing cold splatter of some liquid. The alcohol concentration at this size was so strong even the smell was nauseating. The sticky floor ensured that every thunderous step of Mallory’s dance moves was followed by the the grating roar of her sole being forcefully ripped away from the adhesive surface.
Time seemed to slow to a crawl as the giantess lost herself in the music and her drink. The heat and humidity steadily rose to an unbearable level as the enormous sole before you began to sweat profusely, now slipping and sliding over the slick surface of the shoe with each earth shattering step.
Both the shoe and the straps seemed to be struggling in a losing battle to keep the titanic girl’s soaked foot in place. You suddenly felt a warm dripping sensation at the top of your head. And as the thick fluid slowly dribbled down your face, your taste buds were overwhelmed with its salty taste.
In horror, you craned your neck upwards until you could see where the base of the heel spike met the transparent sole of the shoe above. There, a hairline fracture in the glass sole was giving way to a steady drip of sweat from the giant girl’s soaking wet foot.
Heart-stopping scenarios of the terrifyingly gigantic sole crashing down on top of your pathetically helpless form played over and over again in your mind. You began struggling against your bindings but it was no use.
“MALLORY!!! MALS!! THE SHOE IS BREAKING!! ITS NOT GONNA LAST MYCH LONGER!!! PLEASE YOU’VE GOTTA GET ME OUTTA HERE! MALLORY!!!!”
You screamed and screamed until your voice gave out. Meanwhile with each pounding step the fracture seemed to grow ever so slightly, pouring more and more of her foot sweat onto your defenseless face. You felt like you were being waterboardrd as you continued to struggle against the straps.
Meanwhile the giantess Mallory continued dancing on, unaware that any one of her monstrous steps could be the final straw, sending her terrifying weight plummeting down onto you.
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