“Lynn, where can I get a pedicure?” Jackie was lying on her back on her dorm room floor, looking under the bed where Lynn's room was tucked away. The late morning sun shone through the window, the twins lazing about on an idle Saturday.
Lynn paused the show she was watching and gave her sister a once over. “Who are you, and what have you done with Jackie?”
The bigger twin furrowed her brow. “What's wrong with me wanting a pedicure?”
“When's the last time you painted your nails?” Lynn hopped off her couch and stepped out from under the bed, crossing her arms and giving her sister a quizzical look.
“That's easy. I …”
“That wasn't part of a costume.” That shut Jackie up. The larger twin looked down at her feet as if they could provide her with secret knowledge. “The answer you're looking for is: never. So, why the sudden interest?”
Jackie turned and stared up at the ceiling, a faint blush warming her cheeks. “I don't know. I just wanted to give it a try is all. Broaden my horizons. You get them all the time. I'm curious about what the appeal is.”
“Pierce has a foot fetish, doesn't he?”
The light blush turned a deep crimson, Jackie's eyes shooting wide open. “What?! No! Why would you think that?”
“You go your whole life putting the bare minimum into your appearance. And now, a few months after nabbing your first boyfriend, you suddenly want to get your nails done. You expect me to believe that's a coincidence?”
Jackie pouted. “So, I want to pretty myself up for him. There's nothing weird about that.”
“If you were really concerned about looking pretty, you'd have asked where you could get a mani pedi, or a manicure at least. He sees your hands way more than your feet, and your fingernails are atrocious. You still chew them for fuck’s sake. Your hair could use some work too. But no, you're only interested in getting a pedicure, so the natural conclusion to draw is …” Jackie rolled over, turning her back on her sister as she faced the other bed. Lynn groaned. “Hey, don't get upset. I'm not judging you guys. I don't care what either of you are into, I was just shocked to hear you want a pedicure.” The tiny twin sat down and waited for Jackie to turn around, but she remained still and silent. “Come on, look at me. I don't want to walk across the room. You know how long that takes me.”
Jackie eventually relented and rolled back over. Lynn got up and walked closer to her sister's expansive, mopey face. “There's a nail salon I frequent out at the mall. They do a great job, and they let you choose what size beautician works on you.”
“Will you go with me?”
“Of course. If you were willing to go by yourself, then I'd really be worried the body snatchers got you.” Lynn and Jackie laughed together, the little sister glad to see the smile stretched across the other's face. Jackie got up and stood over her tiny twin.
“Can we go now? I was also thinking of getting new shoes. And slippers too!”
“You sure Pierce wouldn't prefer your old ones? Those beat-up Converse might be exactly what does it for him.” Lynn's comment wiped the grin off Jackie’s face. “I'm kidding! Let me finish the episode I'm on and then we can go.”
******
The penthouse elevator pinged, the doors opening for the butler/chauffeur to step out into the luxury suite. Julius walked through the living area over to the bar's black marble counter, laying his gloved hand flat for his passenger to step off.
“Thanks for the ride, sir,” Pierce said, bowing to the well-dressed butler. “The car ride, I mean. But thanks for carrying me here too, sir.”
“My pleasure. Miss Suzuran will be with you shortly.” Julius returned the tiny's bow with his own and left for the elevator, leaving Pierce alone in the spacious penthouse suite. The tiny looked around at the mile tall walls and felt a sense of unease at how much money surrounded him, enough to set him up for a hundred lifetimes. His eyes were led to the enclosed waterfall in the center of the room, the humming rapids enough to quench his thirst forever.
“‘Sup, Pierce.” Heather jogged down the floating glass staircase towards where her friend stood. She had on a thin pair of shorts and a sports bra, her exposed skin dripping with sweat. Her breathing labored as she approached the bar, Heather taking sips from a water bottle the size of a tiny silo. She leaned forward, resting her arms on the edge of the countertop. Her abs were parallel with the floor, her toned legs straight as trees. “Not often I see you here, especially by yourself. What brings you to Castle Suzuran?”
Pierce gulped, intimidated by how long her legs were. Why is everything about this woman so excessive? Her tired breaths pelted him in thick gusts, and a musky scent wafted from her scintillating skin, overwhelming the tiny's senses.
“I didn't mean to interrupt your workout.”
“No, you're good. I was just finishing up. What can I do for you?”
“I have a favor to ask you.” Pierce stood straight and looked up into Heather's humongous eyes, ignoring both the smell and the fact he didn't dislike it. “But it involves Jackie, and I have to divulge a secret of hers to ask it. If you're comfortable with that, can you promise not to tell anybody about it.”
Heather held a hand up. “I promise. Jackie’s a good friend. I'd never do anything to hurt her.”
“Thanks.” Pierce closed his eyes and took a deep breath. He felt bad sharing Jackie's secret without her permission, but he couldn't ask for Heather’s help without exposing it. He trusted his obscenely wealthy friend, and he was sure Jackie did too. Most of all, the surprise he had in store was going to make his girlfriend so happy, it was worth letting Heather in on it just so he could see Jackie’s blind reaction. “So, for context: Jackie has a vore fetish.”
“She what?!” Heather started back, her eyes wide with worry. “Sweet little Jackie is into … That can't be!” Pierce jumped back himself, not expecting his friend's reaction. Heather saw the cowering tiny and covered her mouth, upset at herself for shouting at him. “I'm sorry. I didn't mean to raise my voice. Are you okay? There's no way … Jackie hasn't hurt you, has she?”
Pierce squinted and tried to make sense of everything Heather just said. “Jackie? Hurt me? Are you crazy?” Pierce thought really hard, trying to understand where Heather was coming from. “Sure, she wants to eat me, but she would never hurt me.”
“Do you hear yourself right now?” Images of Javi and Shawna flashed in her mind. She didn't witness what the TA did to her boyfriend, but the scene she imagined horrified her. To think Jackie of all people could ever do the same to Pierce unnerved her. “Be honest with me. Has Jackie ever done anything that made you uncomfortable? Has she ever done something to you without your consent?”
“Of course not! Jackie’s the kindest person I ever met.” Pierce’s jaw clenched and his hands balled into fists. A vein bulged in his forehead. Heather's questions infuriated him, the concern in her voice not registering. “What are you accusing her of?”
Heather was taken aback by Pierce’s sudden anger. “I'm not accusing her of anything. I'm just looking out for you. You know what happened with Javi. I couldn't live with myself if I let Jackie do the same to you.”
“What happened to Javi? You mean with Shawna?” Pierce took a deep breath and calmed down. He forgot that the Shawna incident was Heather’s most recent, and possibly only, experience with vore. “Jackie would never, ever do that to me. She was furious when she found out about that.”
Pierce’s conviction relieved the sweaty heiress, but a lingering doubt crept into her thoughts. “I'm glad to hear that, but Javi would have sworn the same about Shawna before she did what she did.”
“That's because he's too trusting. I'm not. I know how scary bigs can be, and I don't take any chances around them. But Jackie's different. I trust her with my life. I don't care if I'm in her hand, or on her shoulder, or in her cereal bowl, or in her popcorn bucket, or in her mouth. I always feel safe when she's around.” Heather thought about how he took a chance by coming to her apartment all by himself. Pierce was alone with a careless, clumsy big who had too many resources at her disposal, too many ways to cover up an accident assuming her guilt would let her. Whatever he came to ask of her must have been important. Jackie must have been that important. “I appreciate you looking out for me, but it’s not necessary. Jackie is nothing like Shawna. During the escape room, Jackie wouldn’t swallow me with a Vore Suit on simply because the thought scared me. There’s not a chance in hell she’d swallow me without my consent.”
Heather smiled and leaned on the countertop. Pierce’s stalwart defense of his girlfriend softened her edge. “That’s good to hear. I’m sorry for doubting you guys. That whole thing with Shawna still has me on edge.” She brushed a hand through her hair and breathed, putting her bad experiences, and the biases that came with them, aside to hear her friend out. “Now, what sort of favor did you come to ask me for?”
Remembering why he was there, Pierce brushed off his clothes and adjusted his collar, as if preparing to pitch an opportunity to a potential investor. “Simply put, I need your help securing funding for a gift to Jackie. There are these places called Vore Hotels where they drug bigs to stop their digestive system. It’s safer than it sounds, I swear. The whole point is so people like Jackie can swallow tinies safely without us wearing a suit. It’s a dream of hers, and I want to fulfill it, but a reservation for the two of us costs twelve-hundred dollars, and I can’t afford that. The gold you gave me the other day, thanks again by the way, comes to about fifty dollars, so I’m still well under budget, but if you’d be so kind as to-”
“Sold.”
Pierce froze, taking a few seconds to process her response. “Really? How much can you spare?”
“All of it.” Heather kept smiling as if her friend wasn’t completely floored.
“A-all of it? Like, twelve-hundred dollars, all of it? You realize that’s one thousand and two hundred dollars, right?”
“Yeah. So?” Heather cocked her head, amused by Pierce’s bafflement at receiving the chump change he asked for.
“Ok, I figured you’d provide some of the initial capital, like three hundred dollars, maybe six hundred if you were really generous, and then you’d advise me where to invest that so I could turn that into enough to get what I want and pay you back plus interest.”
“Why would we go through all that effort when I can just hand you the money?” Heather checked her smartwatch and opened up one of her cash apps. A second later, a notification popped up on Pierce’s phone. His digital wallet just received a payment of twelve-hundred dollars. “There. Easy-peezy.”
Pierce dropped down on the black marble floor, bowing so hard his head threatened to break through the countertop. “Thank you so much. I- I have no idea how long this’ll take me to pay back, but I promise to do so before graduation.”
“You don’t have to pay me back, dude. It’s cool.”
Pierce shot up off the ground. “No way! I have to pay you back. I can’t just take money from you. Friends don’t do that.”
Heather chuckled. “You’re sweet, Pierce. The money I sent you means nothing to me. I’d much prefer a friend make use of it.”
“But-”
“And while I respect your insistence on paying me back, it’s not necessary. You know how many “friends” I’ve had ask me for money? Granted, they aren’t always so direct about it, but that’s besides the point. If you were just asking me to buy you a game console or something, it’d be one thing.” Heather bent down, her luminous face looming just above the tiny. “But you’re using it to give your a girlfriend a tremendous gift, one it sounds like she’s been dreaming of receiving her whole life. I’ll gladly help a friend out with that.”
“That’s so generous of you.” Pierce didn’t know how to respond. He felt a pang of guilt at accepting so much money. It didn’t matter the value, or lack thereof, that Heather saw in it. Twelve hundred dollars is twelve hundred dollars and that’s not something that can be given away willy-nilly. Besides, how could he say he gave Jackie this present if he didn’t earn the funds for it. “There’s gotta be something I can do to repay you. It doesn’t have to be money, but I won’t be satisfied with myself if I just let you buy this for me.”
Despite her willingness to part with the pocket change, Heather understood the conundrum she put Pierce in. It was actually refreshing dealing with someone so adamant about refusing a handout, and not the fake refusal a negotiator puts on airs to get what they want.
Heather put her finger to her chin, and shortly thereafter, an idea popped to mind. “I’ve got it. Javi’s birthday is coming up, and I need help deciding on a present. I’ve narrowed it down to a few options, but I’d love to get his best friend’s feedback.”
That’s it? There’s no way that’s worth twelve-hundred dollars. Still, Pierce wasn’t about to decline the offer. “Shoot.”
“Ok, so I’ve narrowed it down to: a vintage basketball card signed by Lebron James, season tickets for VIP box seats at our home team’s arena, or naming rights to said arena. I can't decide which would be best, so I was considering just getting him all three.”
Pierce's jaw bore through the marble countertop and dug all the way down to the hotel's ground floor. He couldn't believe how much he stressed over asking her for a measly twelve-hundred dollars. “You can't get him any of that.”
“What? Why not?”
“Heather, you two haven't been dating for even a month. All that is way too much. Texting him ‘Happy Birthday’ the morning of is enough to make his day.”
Heather scoffed. “Fuck that. There's no way that's enough.”
“You have to look at this from his perspective. You two started dating a few weeks before his birthday. At most, he expects you to tell him ‘Happy Birthday’ and maybe spend the day with him. If you buy him the whole world from the get go, he is screwed for every birthday, holiday, and celebration for the rest of your relationship. When Christmas rolls around next month, how is he supposed to live up to an entire arena?”
Heather rolled her eyes. “Come on. I don't expect anything crazy from him.”
“But Javi will. He's going to drive himself insane trying to match your generosity, and when he can't, he’ll break down. Every holiday will make him feel more and more inadequate until he breaks off the relationship because he doesn't think he's good enough for you.”
Heather turned and leaned against the counter, her defined back muscles forming a mosaic rising to the heavens. A part of her wanted to reject his advice and charge ahead, but she knew deep down that Pierce was right. “I see your point. But what can I do instead? I have to give him something. A text won't do.”
Pierce thought about his friend, what made him happy. He also considered what Heather was capable of regardless of her wealth, understanding that wasn't what Javi saw in her. “You know how to cook, right?”
“Barely. You want me to cook for him?”
“Rat stew. That's what his mom cooks for him every year. Pour it over some rice, serve it with a side of collard greens and hash, and you will blow his mind.”
“Did you say ‘rat’ stew?” Heather asked, trying not to gag.
“It's a traditional tiny delicacy. Cows are too big for us, so before we learned how to synthesize beef, our people mainly ate rodent meat. And you haven't had Mrs. Delgado's rat stew. It's to die for.” His mouth watered just thinking about it. “I'll send you the recipe.”
Heather turned back around, clutching one arm with her other hand. “But I can't make it as good as she does. There's no way. Won't that just disappoint him?”
“If you can make it even a quarter good as she does, then Javi will propose to you right then and there. Really, it's the thought and effort that matters. Javi can't match your money, but he can match your love, and with a home cooked meal, he'll be extra motivated to do so come Christmas.”
A warm blush seared Heather's cheeks, her worried frown curling into a soft smile. She bent over and held her fist up to Pierce, the tiny bumping her middle finger with his own. “Thanks for the advice. Effort over money. That's so obvious in hindsight. I never knew you were so relationship savvy.”
Pierce sighed. “Trust me, I'm not. I just know how hard I'd spiral if I received a whole goddamn stadium for my birthday.”
“Don't sell yourself short. That gift you have planned for Jackie sounds wonderful for her. I guess I drew the lucky stick. I only have to make the food, not be it.” The two laughed together, each excited to see their partner's reaction upon receiving their respective present.
“Hold on, that can't be enough to settle my debt.” Pierce scratched the back of his head, trying to calculate how his simple advice stacked up against so much money.
“I think it is. You saved me a lot more than twelve-hundred dollars turning down my gift ideas. Consider that money your consulting fee.”
Pierce nodded, relieved to have the weight of debt off his shoulders. “Thank you so much. Good luck with the cooking.”
“My pleasure.” Heather winked at him. “Good luck getting cooked.”
******
Jackie stepped into the nail salon, her tiny sister riding in a specialized pocket on the giant’s backpack strap. The walls were painted a coral pink with the floors a black and white checker pattern. The whole place reeked of a flowery chemical smell, like paint mixed with perfume. Jackie stepped up to the front desk, glancing nervously around the room like she was about to see the dentist.
“Lynn and Jackie Richards. We have an appointment for pedicures at noon.” Lynn spoke to the receptionist, a big woman with a stylish bouffant, while Jackie deflected all eye contact.
“Let's see here.” The receptionist pulled up Lynn's account on her computer. “Ah, Stephanie is marked as your preferred stylist, and for Jackie … Is this your first time here?”
“It is,” Lynn answered for her. “She wants tinies working on her.”
“Understood. Let's see who we have available.” The receptionist typed away at her keyboard, her long fingernails clacking against the keys. “Looks like Dmitri's squad will be taking care of you today.”
“Hey.” Jackie turned to her shoulder and whispered into her sister's ear. “Is it cheating if another man touches my feet?”
Lynn fought back the urge to face palm. “Don't be ridiculous. These people are professionals.”
After a short wait, a woman in a black apron walked to the front of the parlor. “Lynn. Jackie. We are ready to see you.” Jackie followed the woman to a row of lounge chairs, the big twin taking a seat in one after handing Lynn over to the woman. Jackie set her backpack down beside the chair and kicked off her beat-up hightops. She didn’t wear socks to the salon, worried they might muck up the nail polish. “You must be Jackie. I'm Stephanie.” Stephanie carried Lynn to a vanity desk beside Jackie's chair that held a matching miniature seat for the tiny. Lynn undid the straps to her high heels and placed them upright on the desk’s expansive surface. She didn’t care how cold it was outside; Lynn wasn’t walking out of a pedicure in anything but open toe shoes. “Your sister told me she had a big for a twin, but seeing you in person is surreal. You're identical!”
“Mm-hm.” Jackie got as comfortable as she could under the bright fluorescent lights. Laying back in the chair, she really did feel like she was at the dentist. She had to turn her head the whole way to see her sister, the tiny acclimating all too easily to the strange environment.
“You'll have to forgive her. Jackie's not as talkative as I.” Lynn looked up into her big sister's eyes and nodded, assuring her this was going to be okay.
“Oh, the quiet ones are always so cute. Dmitri doesn't say much either. You two will be a perfect fit.” On cue, a staffer rolled out what appeared to be a white, U-shaped footstool with a small series of scaffolding on top. The staffer locked it into the footrest of Jackie's chair, and a tiny stepped off to the side so that he was visible to his client.
“My name is Dmitri,” he said with a thick accent. “My squad will attend to your needs.” A dozen tinies wearing gas masks and rubber gloves sat along the three different levels of scaffolding, surrounding Jackie's towering, upright peds. The highest platform stood at level with the tips of Jackie's toes. Another platform, between the U’s rises, lowered like a drawbridge around the top side of her foot just below the base of her toes, giving the tinies a walkway surrounding all sides of the feet. Jackie noticed them pulling tools out of metallic boxes: power drills, saws, shears, power buffers, and rags. A bead of sweat ran down her forehead at the sight of such industrial equipment to be used on her skin and nails. “You may address me or Stephanie for any requests or questions.”
“Is this going to hurt?” Despite the beautician's rugged demeanor and the tats crawling up his arms and neck, Jackie found speaking to him much easier than Stephanie.
“You make me chuckle,” Dmitri said, his expression unflinching. “Our equipment cannot draw blood from giant woman. You are perfectly safe.”
“You have nothing to worry about, Jackie dear,” Stephanie confirmed. “Sit back, relax, and enjoy getting pampered for a day.”
Jackie took a deep breath and heeded the beautician's advice, her thoughts turning to Pierce and how he was sure to pamper her when she got back.
With the formalities out of the way, Dmitri's squad wasted no time getting to work. Two tinies on the top platform pulled out long shears and used them to trim Jackie's untended nails, slicing through the excess keratin with surprising ease. Those on the mid and lower levels applied tonic to the giant soles, rubbing it into the grooves of her calloused skin. Dmitri climbed onto the scaffolding and walked the rounds, observing his canvas and letting the intricacies sink in.
Jackie looked over at her sister. Steph was hunched over the little lady, using an emery board with a comically small end to file the tiny's nails. With a pair of magnifying glasses hanging off the bridge of her nose, she worked on those puny feet with the deftness of a watchmaker tinkering on tiny gears.
In contrast, a high-pitched buzzing sound emanated from Jackie's toes as her beauticians buffed her nails with electric polishers. Keratin dust flew off her nails in thick puffs, barely noticeable to a big but enough to make a tiny choke without the proper protection.
Another group, positioned before the top side of her toes, used power drills and saws to dig out Jackie's cuticles, chipping away at the dead skin surrounding her nails like carving a statue out of granite. The sensation of their tools grinding against the edges of her nails felt strangely satisfying, tickling giant Jackie and leading her toes to wiggle in delight. The crewmen stopped and waited for her feet to calm down before proceeding, falling into a rhythm of picking, stopping, picking, and stopping.
On the other side, workers on the mid and lower levels took hoes to Jackie’s soles, scraping off globs of dead skin as they dragged them down the length of her ball, arch, and heel. The tonic they had lathered on exfoliated her soles, liquifying the dead skin and making it come off easy with their rakes. After each run through, they tossed the excess gunk off to the side, a tiny staffer vacuuming it up into a miniature shop vac. A few tinies wiped at her feet with rags, honing in on overlooked spots as pointed out by Dmitri.
Jackie closed her eyes, the sensations rushing up through her feet tickling her nerves. She envisioned a dozen Pierces slaving over her, worshipping her in the nude, devoting their entire beings’ to honoring her. She clutched the leather armrests tightly and purred, her hips bucking ever so subtly as her daydream intensified.
“Jackie.” Pierce spoke her name in a dulcet song. She lied on her side in a garden surrounded by Grecian architecture, wearing a toga and listening to a tiny lyre player fiddle her a tune. While she basked under the golden sunlight, her loving boyfriend fed her grapes, lifting the large, succulent orbs over his head. “Jackie.” Just saying her name pulled at her heartstrings. Jackie leaned over and plucked the grape from his hands, locking her plush lips around his wrists and sucking the candy fruit into her mouth. She played with it on her tongue, fantasizing of doing the same to her boyfriend, and swallowed it whole, forgetting she was allowed to chew this one. “Jackie?” Pierce held up another grape for her, another offering to his goddess, and she accepted it. This time, her tongue slipped out from her maw and traced a path down Pierce's body, scooping him up along with the fruit. She carried them both inside her humid mouth, and positioned the grape onto her molars, pulverizing it in a single chomp. Sickly sweet juices splashed the man lying on her tongue, coating him in their divine flavor. She pressed him against her palates and savored her lover, ready to swallow him alongside what remained of- “Jackie!”
Jackie's eyes shot open, a stream of drool dripping down her chin. She turned towards her sister who was looking up at her expectantly. “Steph asked you a question.”
“I'm sorry. I didn't mean to break you from your reverie. Dmitri’s team put quite the spell on you.” The tinies had finished trimming and exfoliating, and were now massaging Jackie's feet with moisturizing oils. Jackie quickly wiped the spit from her mouth, her cheeks burning red. “Were you planning to apply any gel or acrylics today?” Unsure what the beautician was asking, Jackie once again turned to her little sister.
“Just give her a basic polish,” Lynn said in her sister's stead. “Jackie doesn't know the first thing about style; she's just trying to impress her tiny boyfriend.”
“Is that so? In that case …” Steph got up and grabbed a bottle off the shelf above the vanity, presenting the ruby red nail polish to the larger twin. “I recommend this brand. The fragrance they mix in acts as an aphrodisiac. It's not potent enough to work on bigs once it dries, but the lingering aroma will drive your little man bonkers. It will last for up to five hours after application, but during that time he will fawn over you so much you'll have to pry him off your feet with a crowbar.”
Jackie lit up at the sound of that. “Does it come in blue? That's his favorite color.”
Stephanie reached into one of the vanity's drawers and pulled out a chart sporting every shade of blue imaginable, handing it to Jackie for her to peruse. After examining her options, she landed on a cool, electric blue because it reminded her of a Gundam. “This one, please.”
Steph nabbed the corresponding bottle off the shelf and brought it over to Dmitri's footstool, pouring the polish into miniature trays. The tinies stopped rubbing Jackie's feet and carried the trays to the top platform, a few walking around to the other side of her toes. After inserting log-sized dividers between each toe, they coated their paint rollers in the blue polish and rolled the color onto the rock-solid canvas of Jackie's nails. Going around with a paint brush, Dmitri and his most trusted associates put the finishing touches on each nail, ensuring each coat was layered fully and evenly.
Over on Lynn, Steph painted each toe a pretty pink, using the finest brush available for the minuscule nails. Jackie watched her work, impressed by her precision and patience. She thought the beautician would fit right in with a group of tabletop gamers, using her dexterous talents to paint ultra-detailed miniatures. Next, Steph wheeled over a machine with an uncanny resemblance to a microscope, the kind one might find in a chemistry lab. She positioned it so Lynn's feet fell under a long rubber nozzle holding the lens, and peered through the eyepiece to get a close-up look at the tiny’s puny peds.
Two dials hung off either side of the microscope, each manipulating ultra-thin needles jutting out from within the rubber nozzle. Manipulating the dials and clicking the tabs on them allowed Stephanie to paint extremely fine designs into the tiny’s nails. Lynn wanted a star pattern in hers, thus Stephanie painted stars so small that a big couldn’t see them with their naked eye.
Upon completion of both sisters’ polishing, Stephanie set up appropriately scaled driers for both girls while Dmitri’s squad packed up their equipment. Dmitri himself stood on top of the scaffolding and bowed to Jackie. “It was an honor serving you. Do not hesitate to request my services again in future.”
“You guys did great. Thank you.” Jackie wiggled her toes, loving her striking blue nails. She couldn’t wait to see Pierce’s reaction, but first, she had some shopping to do.
“What do you think? Should I expect you to accompany me again next time?” Lynn asked. She held her phone out and took pictures of her new nails, sending the pics to Alena.
Jackie nodded. “Yup. This was a lot more fun than you ever made it sound.”
“Psh. You just weren’t listening well enough. Next time, we’re getting manicures too. The fact you’ve gone this long without one and still snagged a tiny is frankly a miracle.” Once their nails finished drying, the twins got up out of their seats. Jackie put her backpack on and slipped Lynn into her pocket. “We’re going shoe shopping now? Good. That’s another department you’ve been sorely lacking in.”
******
Jackie scanned the wall of women's sneakers, making mental notes of the ones that fit her style. Despite its wide selection and ample space, the shoe store she found around the corner from the nail salon was practically empty save for herself, her sister riding in her strap pocket, and a lone sales rep. Lynn was about ready to be set down so she could browse the tiny selection when the salesman approached the pair.
“Good afternoon. Is there anything I can help you ladies find today?” He asked in a casual yet velvety smooth tone. He was a tall man with handsome features, a dark complexion, and dreads that went down past his shoulders.
Jackie hated when salespeople approached her. She'd rather pick her choices out herself, bring them to the counter, and checkout with barely a word spoken. Fortunately, she had Lynn with her to do the talking. Unfortunately, she had Lynn with her to do the talking.
“You got anything that a tiny guy could fit in? He's on the heavy side, so her shoes need the extra room to keep her from squishing him.”
“Lynn!” Jackie's face blared brighter than a stop light, the larger twin wanting nothing more than to sprint out of the exit and never return to this mall again.
The salesman took a moment to process Lynn's unusual request and then proceeded to laugh, further weakening Jackie's composure. “I'm sorry. I don't mean to be rude, I swear. You actually came to the right place. My name's Brady, and allow me to introduce you to my associate.” Brady knelt down and untied his sneaker, removing his socked foot from his shoe. “Come on out, Martha. A customer needs your assistance.”
A few seconds later, a blonde woman poked her puny head out from the shoe's opening, her hair standing on ends from static shock. “Huh? Is it lunchtime already?”
“Babe, this woman …” He turned to the towering twin. “What's your name?”
“J-Jackie.” The blush left her face as she stared at the tiny in the shoe.
“And I'm Lynn!”
“Jackie here has a boyfriend who shares your particular interests, and she's looking for the right footwear for the job.” Brady plucked his girlfriend out of his shoe and lifted her to speak at level with the others.
“Then I'm just the girl you're looking for. No one knows their way around a shoe like moi.” Martha wore a satin nightgown, clearly not expecting to leave the comfort of her boyfriend’s sneaker today.
“Are you allowed to bring your girlfriend to work like that?” Lynn asked.
“Don't, uh, let my boss find out.” Brady chuckled and scratched the back of his neck. “Please.”
“You leave her in there all day?” Jackie examined the woman, unable to find any signs of bruising or injury. “How do you keep from crushing her?”
“Check it.” Martha pointed down over the edge of Brady's palm, signaling for her boyfriend to pick up his shoe and show it to the twins. “You see the gashes carved into the insole?”
Jackie leaned in to get a closer look, Lynn plugging her nose as she was brought closer to the shoe. Shallow holes were dug beneath the toes, ball, arch, and heel, creating soft craters long and wide enough for a tiny to lay inside.
“These shoes are specially designed so that tinies of culture can spend the whole day snuggled up to their S.O.” Martha's chest swelled as she explained. “Each hole is deep enough to keep us safe, but shallow enough that we're still well within reach of the cozy embrace of your foot. And the rest of the insole offers plenty of support. You won't feel any difference going about your day, other than the constant affection of your beau beneath you.”
A sparkling light glimmered in Jackie's eyes. She had to have them. Picturing Pierce lying inside, happily kissing the bottom of her foot while she did her errands sent her heart fluttering. Sure, she would love it more if he spent the whole day in her mouth, but giving him the chance to fulfill his fantasies sounded just as appetizing. “Do you sell pairs like these?”
A satisfied smirk dashed across Martha's face. “Brae-bae, show our friend here the good shit.”
Brady put his shoe back on and led the twins towards the back end of the store to a section of the wall labeled, “Mixed-Size.” From the outside, the shoes here didn't appear any different from what Jackie was looking at earlier, but closer inspection showed they all had the specialized insoles Brady just showed them.
“If you need to try any on, I can be your test tiny,” Martha offered.
“How about these ones?” Jackie pulled a pair of Converse off the shelf and set them on the floor. She held her hand out for Martha to walk onto it from Brady's, but looked up at the man before she did. “Is that alright with you?”
“For sure. I'm not jealous, if that's what you're worried about. It's just good business.” Brady chuckled, calming Jackie's concern. She for one would never let Pierce enter another big's shoes, good business be damned.
Once Martha stepped on, Jackie lowered her hand to the high-top's opening, the little lady hopping off and canonballing into the shoe. She wasted no time securing herself in the hole at the arch of the foot, eagerly awaiting for her new pal to step onto her. Jackie kicked her own shoe off and dipped her toes into the new one.
“Ooh, barefoot? You treat a girl too good.”
“Yeah, I just got a pedicure.” Jackie's toes glided over the little lady, her foot forming a canopy over the tiny as it slipped under the tongue.
“Watch out, Brae-bae. This is a woman after my own heart.” Once her foot was in, Jackie gently shifted her weight onto the woman, pressing her against the freshly pampered skin. Martha took a nice, big whiff of Jackie's foot, noting an enchanting aroma wafting from the tip of the shoe. “All set! Proceed with the stepping.”
Jackie complied, taking the first step with Martha inside. She started slow, gradually putting more weight on Martha while staying attentive for any screaming or signs of struggle. But the tiny remained still, snug as a bug beneath the big twin's arch. As Jackie grew more comfortable, she quickened her pace, walking in circles around the store until she reached her regular gait.
Just as Martha claimed, Jackie felt no discomfort while walking. The gashes were noticeable, but the supports surrounding them were solid enough to keep the giant woman from feeling like she was stepping on holey ground. And the tiny felt incredible in there; all the pleasure of a pebble in her shoe without taking up the space to throw her gait off kilter. She could only imagine how good it would feel for Pierce, blanketed by her soft sole and buried beneath her weight. Jackie bit her lower lip. She could already feel him humping her arch, gyrating against it as he kissed it with those delicate lips.
“Aah!” A breathy gasp shot out of Jackie's next step, forcing the giant twin to a halt. She snapped out from her daydream upon feeling the warm fluid pool against her sole.
Blood? With panic in her eyes, Jackie got down and undid the shoelaces, lifting her foot out the moment they were loose enough. She reached her hand in and pulled Martha out into the open air.
“Oh my God! Oh my God!” Martha’s body was blemished red, her skin burning hot. Her mouth was wide open, gasping for air. Her limbs twitched and her vision appeared distant, like she saw beyond the bounds of reality. The little lady's crotch was soaked with arousal. “Put me back in this instant! Your foot, oh my God, your foot …”
“You forgot about the nail polish,” Lynn said, snickering at the dazed woman in her sister's hand. “It makes tinies sex-crazed, remember?”
Brady came over to check out the commotion, embarrassed to see his girlfriend creaming into a customer's hand. “I am so sorry.” He picked Martha up out of Jackie's palm and tried to wipe up the mess with his sleeve. “I thought she could contain herself. I've never seen her get like this for another person's feet.”
“It's my fault,” Jackie said, her pulse returning to its resting rate after learning the girl was safe. “I forgot my nail polish has an aphrodisiac in it. It's for my boyfriend.”
“Brae-bae! Feet! Now!” Martha arched her back like an angry cat, consumed by a bottomless hunger.
“At least we know it works,” Jackie said with a shrug and a weary grin. Brady took his shoe off and lowered his girlfriend into it, the woman leaping off his hand sooner than he would have preferred. She crawled into the hole at the ball and waited impatiently as her boyfriend slipped his shoe back on.
“Again, I'm sorry about her. I'll get you a fresh pair if you liked those.” Brady tried keeping a stray face while his tiny girlfriend went to town on his foot. “And if you could give me the brand name of that nail polish, I’d really appreciate it. I bet I can find a cologne with the same scent.”
“I will take a pair of these. Would you have any boots with the same insoles?”
“Let me show you.” Brady led the twins over to the boot section, ignoring how soggy his sock was becoming. Jackie browsed their selection while Lynn helped the salesman find a potent “tiny-killer” cologne on their phones. The big twin eventually landed on a pair of combat boots with two-inch thick platforms.
“Ooh, I like these.” On either side of the platforms was see-through, purple tinted plastic, showcasing a cushioned interior within the bottom of the boot.
“Not only do those have the specialized insoles,” Brady explained, “but they also feature compartments in the platform that your boyfriend can lounge in, accessible through hatches built into the sole. You can show him off at parties, or give him a view as you ride him around town in style.”
“I will absolutely be getting those. And I was also hoping to get a pair of slippers.”
“Moccasins!” Martha screamed at the top of her lungs from within her boyfriend’s shoe. “If you love your man, you will buy him moccasins!”
“She swears by them. Calls mine her second home.” Brady was surprised Martha was cognizant enough to be listening, the little woman having not slowed her pace one bit. He stepped over to one of the shelves and singled out a box matching Jackie's size, bringing it over to her. “This brand is a tad pricier, but you and your partner are going to feel that luxury.”
Jackie opened the box and looked over the faux-fur lined slippers. “They don't have the special insoles.”
“They don't need them. They're made with a special fiber that has so much give, he's going to be cozy beneath your ball, arch, or heel. I'd let you test them out to prove it, but,” Brady glanced down at his foot, wondering how long it'd take for Martha to dry out, “I don't think you're gonna want her back for a while.”
“That's okay. I trust your guys’ judgment.” Jackie looked over selection, eager to get them all home and even more eager to show them off to her boyfriend. He was going to think Christmas came early.
Lynn spoke up from her pocket. “Great, now that Jackie is done, can you show us to the tiny section? I require the sexiest shoes you have.”
“Sure thing. Right this way.”
******
Pierce waited outside the door to Jackie's dorm room, rereading a message off his phone: I have a surprise for you <3 ;) <3 Come to my room as soon as you can. Clothing optional. He had been sitting there for five minutes, waiting for his girlfriend to arrive and very glad he chose to wear clothes. He decided to hold off telling her that he too was packing a surprise, bounding with curiosity at what Jackie had in store for him.
“Hey there. Have you been waiting long?” Jackie walked through the hallway holding a bag with three shoe boxes stuffed inside. She had dropped her sister off at the elevators so that Lynn could meet up with Alena at her dorm.
“Not at all. Just got here.” Pierce eyed the box peeking out of the bag. “Is that the surprise you mentioned?”
“Part of it.” Jackie opened up her door and knelt down, laying out her hand for her boyfriend to climb on. She carried him into her room and dropped the bag off at the head of her bed, placing Pierce on the floor before sitting down in the middle of the mattress. Pierce glanced up at her, confused why she didn't bring him up with her, but when she hooked her thumb into the tab of her Converse, it all became clear.
Jackie drew out the moment, slowly removing her shoe. First, her ankle bone crept into view, a beautiful bump in her flawless skin. Then, her heel slipped out of the hightop, the bottom pudgy and red from walking on it all day. From Pierce's vantage point, he got a perfect viewing of Jackie's sole appearing out of the shoe, all its wrinkles leading his eye to every gorgeous feature sprawled across the bottom of her majestic ped. Then the ball poked out, firm enough to rest one’s head on and never again feel unease. And finally, five toes stood tall and proud, from the modest pinky to the stalwart big toe. They all curled in a wave, pulling the strings that drew Pierce into them, unable to look away.
Jackie watched her boyfriend with the utmost attention to his expressions. The wide eyes glued to her, the shortened breaths, the blushing cheeks, his lips slightly agape and unable to form words. She held his full attention as he held hers, uncaring that there was an entire world around them, uninterested in anything beyond the person in front of them.
“I got a pedicure,” Jackie said, breaking the long, rhapsodic silence. She tilted her foot forward, showing off her electric blue nails. Pierce’s heart pounded, threatening to burst through his rib cage. The whole ocean in all its glory dared not compare to the azure dream contained within those nails. Lightning on a stormy night, its effervescence unmatched, failed to impress in light of the radiance harnessed by those painted toes. Tears cascading down a maiden’s cheek were but a cheap imitation to the jewels dotting the ends of Jackie’s feet. “Do you like it? How does it look?”
Jackie took off her other shoe and stretched her feet out, hovering them just above Pierce a few inches off the ground. Pierce stared through the gaps in Jackie’s toes, the space between somehow as alluring as the digits themselves, as if Jackie’s very presence enhanced the air around her. Pierce’s tongue dried out, the boy forgetting to salivate. His body barely functioned, his brain forgetting its role. All that mattered was the woman in front of him, and the only thing keeping him alive was the urgent need to keep looking at her.
“Well?” Jackie fought back a laugh. She left him speechless. Literally speechless. She hadn’t even started yet. All she did was take her shoes off. The power of the pedicure made itself clear, a lesson Jackie would never forget. “If you answer me, I’ll let you kiss them.”
“They look amazing! You look amazing! I, I feel like I’m floating, like I died and I’m rising to Heaven.” Pierce’s heart wouldn’t slow down. It yearned to reach out and touch her as much as he did.
Jackie giggled. “I’m glad to hear it. I did this for you.”
Her words pierced him like an arrow, bringing tears to the corners of his eyes. “You did? That’s so …” He paused to wipe his eyes. It was too early to get emotional. “You’re the best, babe.”
“Aw, you’re too kind.” Jackie set her feet down in front of Pierce, each toe standing to his knees. Pierce stood frozen before them, too awestruck to dare sully them with his touch. “Go on.”
At Jackie’s behest, Pierce got on his knees. He bent over the big toe and very gingerly, he pressed his lips against the nail. He kissed it like a knight taking the hand of the fair princess. As he lingered there, the smell coming off the blue nail rose into his nostrils. It was a sharp, chemical smell, like actual paint, but it held a deeper layer beyond the surface. A spice? A fruit? Beneath the chemicals lied a natural power that gripped at Pierce’s brain, a primordial essence that captured his very soul.
Pierce’s eyes dilated. His breathing hastened further. His light kissing grew more passionate. Inhibitions went out the window. Vanilla. That was it. That was the scent. Paint and vanilla weaved together to give Pierce a buzz like no other. It fuelled his lust and pulled him deeper into the black hole that was Jackie’s feet.
The tiny got down on all fours and kissed the front of Jackie’s big toe. He sucked on the flesh as if it gave him life. He dared not tear himself away, lest he wake from the dream, mashing his face into that supple wall of toe.
“Woah there. Pace yourself.” Jackie moved her foot back, creating an excruciating distance between Pierce and his prize. The tiny creature scampered towards her foot, forcing Jackie to lift it high in the air. “You don’t even have your clothes off, silly.”
Pierce ripped out of his shirt and jeans faster than a desperate cheetah chasing a fleeing gazelle. His boxers were gone in the time it took Jackie to blink. On the floor of his girlfriend’s room, Pierce’s member stood at full mast, yearning like the rest of him for that heavenly embrace.
“Well, I can’t say no to that.” Jackie lowered her foot once more, this time knocking Pierce to the carpet and pinning him under her big toe. With no time lost reacting to the brunt of the hit, Pierce threw himself into the weighty toe, licking it fervently. His tongue dragged across the grooves of her skin, coming away clean thanks to the efforts of Dmitri’s beauticians. In such close proximity, the fumes from the nail polish drove Pierce feral, his erect member drilling a hole into the underside of Jackie’s toe.
But his exertions did not go unreciprocated. Jackie ground her big toe into the floor, kneading Pierce into the carpet and twirling his manhood like a joystick. She felt its girth rub against her digit and relished in the power she had over him. One toe. That was all she needed to rock her man’s world. The simplicity of his heart and intensity of his affection made her swoon, increasing the pressure she placed on his cock and balls.
Pierce grunted and heaved. Any pain he felt converted to pleasure as aphrodisiac consumed his senses. Jackie’s overwhelming weight filled his brain, obsessing over her larger than life presence. One toe. Even that was more than he could ever be. But it wasn’t his insignificance that truly got to him. No, it was Jackie’s sheer significance that brought him to the heights of ecstasy. She was the greatest being, by all metrics and definitions, that he had ever witnessed. The fact she loved him as he did her was a blessing of biblical proportions, a miracle to the mite-sized man.
Pierce came all over Jackie’s big toe, marring her spotless skin with his white hot seed. Jackie purred and lifted her foot into her arms. With her eyes trained on her floorbound lover, she licked the length of her big toe, lapping up his cum directly off the bottom of her foot. The corners of her mouth turned upward as Pierce’s sagging erection straightened out and returned to the upright position, the tiny watching with bated breath as his girlfriend licked her own foot. She let his cum sit on her tongue for a moment, savoring the flavor of his creamy filling, before gulping it down, a prelude for what she hoped would one day come.
While Jackie’s one foot was still raised in the air, Pierce got up and rushed over to the other one, shocking his girlfriend with his quick recovery. With no control over his actions, Pierce tossed himself onto Jackie’s toes and made out with either the middle or ring; he couldn’t tell anymore, the aphrodisiac having eaten away his cognition.
Shit, Jackie thought, Maybe this stuff works too well. A dash of concern entered the back of her mind, watching her partner lose himself to the throes of passion. But she wasn’t about to ruin his fun. Or hers.
Jackie lifted the front of her foot, flipping Pierce onto the floor where she could trap him once more beneath her ped. This time, she pinned him down under the ball, grinding his whole body into the carpet. He kissed, licked, humped, and writhed beneath her, devoting his entirety to melding with his partner. Jackie felt that devotion ride up her leg and into her loins. While her boyfriend worshipped her from below, she dipped her hand below her waistband and rubbed one out. As Jackie grew hornier, the weight she placed in her foot increased, driving Pierce closer and closer to a second orgasm.
After enough grinding into him, Pierce came again, filling in the lines of Jackie’s footprint with his jizz. Once again, Jackie lifted her foot off her man and let him watch her lick the small stain clean. Though the beautician at the salon claimed the polish didn’t affect bigs, Jackie smelled the faint traces of vanilla and felt herself lose control over her actions.
Before Pierce could rush back to the other foot, Jackie slammed her heel down onto him, flattening him against the floor. Pierce laughed as the air was squeezed from his lungs, an involuntary reaction caused by the unwavering heel pushing into his round belly. Drool leaked from Jackie’s mouth as she kneaded her plump little dough boy with her foot. She wanted to turn him into a pastry and devour him whole, but the semblance of control she had over herself fought against it. Today was for him; she would live out his fantasy because she was sure he would one day fulfill hers.
Jackie ground her boyfriend to a near mush, pounding away at him with her heel until the last vestiges of his libido gave out. Pierce came again, offering a meager sampling after running himself dry. One last time, Jackie lifted her foot, scraped what semen was there off with her finger, and sucked it down her ravenous throat. She looked down at her lover with satisfaction, the tip of his rocket man a blaring red as it finally fell limp. Pierce gasped for air, his chest huffing twice its size as he caught the several breaths he missed in all that.
Jackie bent over and scooped Pierce up into her hand, his wary body unable to resist or assist her. As she lifted him through the air, the scent of the nail polish was replaced by another pungent odor, Jackie’s fingers sticky with her own ejaculate. As intoxicating as the aphrodisiac was, Jackie’s arousal carried with it the unbeatable sense of familiarity, Pierce deriving so much pleasure from his girlfriend’s pleasure.
With her boyfriend lying in her hand, Jackie lied down herself, holding Pierce before her face and caressing his naked body with her clean fingers.
“Jackie … You’re the greatest,” Pierce said between breaths. As the high wore off, a soreness permeated through his bones and into his muscles. But the soothing touch of Jackie’s finger washed all the pain away. “Can you grab your phone? Mine too. I have a surprise for you.”
Jackie nodded and complied, keeping Pierce in her hand as she got up to grab her phone. She got down onto the floor and grabbed her boyfriend’s discarded jeans, placing it in her palm so he could fish his phone out. During that time, Pierce sat up, his adrenaline kicking in to give him another burst of life. He wasn’t going to sleep through Jackie’s reaction.
Pierce opened up his email and forwarded one to Jackie, the notification popping up on her screen a few seconds later. He watched her face eagerly as she read the message aloud.
“Reservation confirmation for two (one big/one tiny) at Luca Gardens Suites & Eats.” Her voice trailed off as she read, processing the information as it traveled from her eyes to her brain. It took a second for her to recognize the name, but once she pieced it together, her eyes lit right up and her mouth opened wide. “You reserved us a room at a Vore Hotel?!”
“Anything for you.” Pierce smiled wide, Jackie looking happier than he’s ever seen her. He bounced in her hand, Jackie bounding up and down.
“But that means …!” Jackie brought him extremely close to her face, her breaths blowing his hair back in rapid, heavy gusts. “You’re okay with me swallowing you?”
“Not just that. I won’t have to wear a suit for it. It’s like you’ll get to eat me for real.” Pierce couldn’t believe the words he was saying, or that he was so elated to be saying them. A month ago, the mere thought of going into Jackie’s mouth would make him piss his pants, and now he was giving her the go ahead to swallow him whole.
With tears streaming down her cheeks, Jackie pulled Pierce into her lips, smothering him with all the love she had. “This is incredible. This means so much to me.” She barely gave herself or her partner a chance to breathe between her words and kisses. “Thank you. Thank you. Thank you!” Jackie was full on crying, her mouth raised in a toothy, wobbly grin. She was closer than ever before to living out her lifelong dream, and Pierce couldn’t be happier for her. Everything she did for him today only bolstered his resolve. He’d be the best piece of meat she’s ever eaten, or he’d die trying.
Once the joyful tears dried out and her lips tired from overexertion, Jackie placed her Pierce onto the bedspread. “You know, I have one more surprise for you.” She reached over and grabbed one of the boxes from the head of the bed. “Well, technically three surprises, but I figure you’re going to want to stay in these ones for a while, especially after how hard I worked you.” She opened up the box in her hands and pulled out the pair of fancy slippers.
“Are those m-moccasins?” Pierce struggled to get the word out, as if saying its name would jinx his chances at living the blissful life.
“They came highly recommended. I will say, they look mighty cozy.” Jackie twisted the fur lined slipper in hand, equal parts examining the footwear and watching Pierce’s mouth water over it. “Want to help me break them in?”
“Please. Dear God, please.”
Jackie plucked her boyfriend off the bedspread and dangled him over the mocassin’s opening. She gave him one final kiss before dropping him in the luxurious enclosure. Pierce, naked and exhausted, laid on the fluffy insole, the fur and foam providing a softer bed than he has ever known. He was so sleepy, so calm, he barely registered his descent, Jackie lowering the moccasin to the floor.
With Pierce nestled halfway into the slipper, Jackie slid her foot inside, eclipsing his sky with her sole and casting him in total darkness. She rested her foot on top of him, his body pressed soundly into the insole, and kept it there as she sat on her bed and pulled up manga scans on her phone to read. In a matter of seconds, Pierce was lulled to sleep, the warm embrace of his partner comforting him, convincing him that Heaven did in fact exist on Earth.