It's a long shot, but I've got to try to get out of here and seek help!
You trudge over the plushy cotton surface away from the gigantic young goddess and towards your first major challenge.... the edge of the bed.
Maybe I could somehow climb down this? ...No there's still a solid drop between the sheets and the floor. And I don't know how tough this tiny form is yet. I know the rumors but jumping off a 10 story building of my own free will is another story. Maybe if I plucked out a strand of Abby's hair I could-- "UGHHHH"
Out of nowhere Abby's titanic hand shot out and slammed into you from behind, sending you flying before plopping lazily over the side of the bed in her oblivious slumber.
When you opened your eyes, eyes you were in a cave-live space with smooth ground and stiff walls. It smelled a bit like leather, and the singular exit to the cave was sloped and difficult to climb. Even if you could climb it, the surrounding walls didn't seem to be scalable.
You rammed into the walls until your shoulders ached and your head pounded. But the prison wouldn't budge more than a millimeter with your efforts. Breaks between escape attempts grew longer and longer, when a short rest of your eyes teleported you into bright chaotic surroundings of the following morning.
Abby looked around for you briefly, but quickly assumed you had snuck out before her parents had noticed. You called for her of course, but even when she loomed menacingly over you, her soft but blistered creamy bare sole looming threateningly above you, she showed no noticeable reaction as she mercifully crammed her feet down into her favorite sperry shoes just next door to you.
Your solid-seeming fortress shook violently with the incredible force of the giantess foot battling its way into the failing old shoe.
When Abby left the room, her intimidating form was quickly replaced by her slightly younger sister Ally, whose creamy soft foot immediately plunged into your prison, forcing your entire body down flat on your back on the hard sole while your face and chest sunk deep into the pillowy pad. Her feet were luckily clean from her morning shower. And the left almost as quickly as they'd entered, with the stomping goddess muttering something about them being too big.
Personally... you had to agree.
You thought you had escaped the worst for now. That was, until Abby and Ally's humongous beautiful mother entered the sky above your cave.
"ABBY! I'M GONNA BORROW YOUR HEELS TODAY OK? THE HEEL SNAPPED ON MINE YESTERDAY."
"NO WORRIES MOM!" Your girlfriend's cheerful voice answered from another room miles away.
You could only curl up in a ball and wait as the nyloned toes of your girlfriend's mother raided your home, with no regard for its previous inhabitant. You struggled against her oppressive flesh but just like with the little sister, Abby's mother didn't seem to notice your presence at all!
But unlike with Ally, this particular attacker was bearing down on your helpless body with course fabric that grinded painfully against your body. And within those, instead of creamy soft soles, were much more experienced, wrinkled, and well-worked ones. Far less kind to their stomping ground than those of their inexperienced offspring.
You struggled against her nylon-clad foot as the pressure suddenly released before skyrocketing in a painful swinging slam. But the giantess just continued on with her morning routine, pounding away at your pathetic body. After a few minutes, the goddess mercifully went to place her shoes by the door, continuing around more comfortably in her home in just her nylons until it was time to head out for work.
When her oppressive foot finally tore itself out of the cramped heel, your tiny arm was caught in a slight knot and tear in the fabric of her nylon. Which would have been a blessing as you were removed from the hot shoe and exposed to the chill outside air... If only it weren't immediately followed up by an agonizing slam into the cold tiled ground. And it seemed like the painful torture would never end until...
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