This choice: Wait for her to get up in the night, so you can ride her feet into the bed. • Go Back...Chapter #5Sole sweat baptism by: Juliet   What option did you have but to wait? You’d come here to live your life at the feet of ITZY, and now, more than ever since you’d felt the pure dominance these idols could have over a speck like you, you felt unnaturally compelled to make contact with Chaeryeong as soon as possible. It wasn’t like you hadn’t already experienced countless sleepless nights making this possible in the first place. Sitting your ass on the ground and crossing your arms, you were determined to wait until the giantess got up.
And there you waited, eyes locked on the red glow of three illuminated LED digits on the face of an alarm by Chaeryeong’s bedside. Minutes ticked by that turned into hours spent listening to the orchestra of a woman’s snoring. Fatigue wrapped long witch fingers around your eyes making them heavier and strained by your unerring gaze at the idol’s tossing and turning body. Every time she moved, your heart jumped with the possibility that she’d awaken. Anxiety was the primary force staving off unwanted sleep. Chaeryeong didn’t get up even once.
A shrieking buzz startled you from the mists of exhaustion. An alarm had gone off! It was incredible how quickly time had flown by doing nothing, but perhaps your excited thoughts and fantasies helped to entertain. Joints popped and bedsprings creaked as Chaeryeong rolled over, slowly sitting up and yawning cutely.
It was now or never. You dashed toward the bedside, a distance the idol could clear in seconds taking minutes. Panting and gasping for breath, you observed as the idol grabbed her phone from her bedside, checking it and rubbing the sleep from her eyes. Two legs swung from under her blanket, her feet resting on the carpet and, like, waiting for you to join them. You locked your vision on her wiggling toes and held a hand in your chest; you were about to pass out…
Thwack! So distracted by your fantasies, you failed to stop yourself from running face-first into the bulbous wall of Chaeryeong’s big toe. Your nose let out a sick crack as you flung backward, both feet lifting up from under your propelled ass and your head snapping back to meet the floor. Chaeryeong let out a yelp and dropped her phone onto her lap, eyes wide as she stared down at the dirty insect that had, like, literally just touched her. She let out an elongated gasp of disgust and raised her foot, recoiling as she hovered it over you.
Clutching your nose you choked out, “Wait, wait, I’m a person! Stop, Chaeryeong, stop!,” desperately, shouting at her lowering sole rather than her face. It stopped moving and pulled away, showing you an expression of bewilderment and fear on the girl’s face.
Chaeryeong swore she heard the little thing squeak out, like, words, pathetic little desperate words begging for mercy. If this wasn’t a dream, she was certainly losing it. Before she could stomp the squirt and get over it, the creature called out again, “Please, hear me!” This was completely fucked.
Chaeryeong bent forward, squinting as she peered at the now motionless insect. Crimson streaks ran across its face onto the tan surface of its body. She swore it looked like a little person… the spectacle she was analyzing becoming more and more clear until she realized it actually was human. She gasped again and leaned back: “What are you?!”
She had noticed you… you felt relieved, your heart crawling out of the pit of your stomach. Lying was in your best interest since you’d been noticed prematurely, but now you were realizing you hadn’t invented any convincing story yet. You winged it: “I don’t know, I… I just ended up here! P-Please, help me!” The lie sounded as flimsy as your nose had proven itself to be. Wet iron danced on your taste buds as you pinched your nose and winced.
“Help you? Are you even real?,” Chaeryeong responded in disbelief, “I must be dreaming… this is ridiculous.” She leaned forward again with her face resting in two palms clasped around her cheeks, “What are you, you… you little thing?,” she pressed on your lie, “Why are you really here?”
The device was a secret you’d take to the grave. “I woke up here last night, but, but, I’m so amazed,” you tried to appeal to the artist’s ego, “Like, so amazed I would be found by you of all people!” Chaeryeong’s mouth shifted, she seemed to be biting her own cheek. Shaking her head, she groaned then laughed. A moment later, she was laughing even harder.
Between fits of giggling she accusatively whispered, “Whatever you are, I think you’re exactly where you wanted to be!” Putting a hand over her open mouth, she extended a leg and prodded your still-hurting body with the edge of her big toe. “I can’t believe this… there’s just no way.”
You shy away from the rough surface of her toe as it lightly batters your face. Chaeryeong laughs as you grunt in pain, deciding to press down on you a bit rougher. Either she still thought she was dreaming, or your safety wasn’t a concern to the giantess anymore. Doubling down you cried out between mouthfuls of toe skin, “I’m sorry, stop, stop, can’t you help me?!”
“Huh? What are you saying? I can hardly hear you little guy, you made yourself way too small to be talking back to my toe!” She suddenly flicked you in the skull with the harsh surface of her toenail, static bursts of tinnitus ringing in your ears as you rocketed forward, curling up into a heap. Reality spinning in and out, the shrillness dissipated into Chaeryeong’s raucous laughter again. “Get up, get up already you little idiot! I’ll help you out, sure.”
Frantically scrambling to your feet to appease her, you pray that the toe doesn’t come back to bully you. Clearly this woman was getting a kick out of being able to torment you with such a tiny appendage, her face locked in a goofy grin as she watched you, her foot looming nearby, circling you like a predator ready to pounce. The tanned surface of her sole plummeted toward you, pummeling your body as a wave of wrinkled flesh rolled over you and bulldozed you into the floor.
Screaming, shouting, every sound out of your mouth was muffled by the blanket of foot that french-kissed your dumbass face and ground into your aching nose. An old layer of dampness washed over you as two folds of skin scooped you up into a wrinkle and left you clinging to the surface of Chaeryeong’s foot like a mote of dust: powerless, broken, easily defeated by the mere shifting of the idol’s foot.
Chaeryeong lifted her foot, grabbing her ankle to look at you stuck on her sole. “That got him!,” she exclaimed, but then fell silent as you lightly switched like a stuck fly. “Oh, you’re no fun, are you? At least pretend to die like the bug you turned yourself into!”
A finger scraped you from the wrinkles, left caked on Chaeryeong’s finger with a droplet of sweat. Crucified to the tip of a tower-like appendage you were raised to her face and under the judgmental eyes of a goddess so unbelievably enormous you felt as though you’d been momentarily graced by the presence of divinity. To compare her face to anything you’d seen at normal size… nothing had ever been like this, nothing you could imagine.
The volume of her voice threatened to pop your head right open: “What do I do with you, huh? You little weirdo…” You could only whimper in pain, slowly opening your bent jaw to respond before she interrupted, “Gross little thing… I’ll keep you for now, but you need to get that blood off of you,” her eyes lit up with a perverse sense of creativity, “You’re in a bath right now, oh wow! Clean yourself, silly!”
Humiliated, you could only painfully roll around, pushing your face into salty perspiration that burnt your tender nostrils and tasted like a foul funk. Ridding your mouth of blood, you felt pressured enough to embarrassingly use the idol’s foot sweat as mouthwash while she laughed and continued to tease you. Soon enough, the quasi-baptism was complete.
“Good boy… you can obey, alright. I bet this is like your dream, huh?” Not exactly, but if you got onto the idol’s good side, maybe it could be. She still held you near her face, now a bit further away to spare your ears. “What to do with a worthless little weirdo like you?”  indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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