The sound of shifting was heard, as Alric found himself looking up at Zori. A small frown seen across his features. He was much further down the bed this time, already starting to feel the chill. The large Miqoâte was sitting on the bed some ways away from him, bent over and untying her boots. Every shift and subtle movement of the woman caused the bed to creak and groan, like the timbers of a large ship. Or so it seemed to him.
There was no danger of it giving way beneath her. Alric, however, still found himself in awe. With every gesture, Zori seemed to cause a slight âchangeâ or ârippleâ. At least in Alricâs world she did. Anytime he tried to look elsewhere, Zori did something that almost seemed to demand his attention; without her noticing it.
This time though, unlike the night before, he had some more time to take it in. He thought to himself, as she would drop her boots to the floor. Twin booming thuds heard in the distance, as the discarded articles impacted on the cool stone floor..
Sheâs more than a handful now. Still, seems like she was out there for a long time. Shouldnât really give her too much grief. . .
As the red haired youth contemplated these things, Zori abruptly spoke to him, eliciting a startled twitch from the man. It was obvious she was keeping her voice intentionally low for his benefit, but it was still something he heard. Loud and clear. For a brief moment, he wondered if this was how some of the heroes felt in stories. A goddess echoing from the heavens above, decreeing something onto them.
âWant me to warm you up, before bed there, buddâeh?~â Zori asked, a tired yet somewhat smug look on her face. A raised hand was seen, casually wiggling and bending her fingers in his direction. The sound of them rubbing against each other clearly audible to the diminutive man.
Yeah, this was anything, but a tale - of a hero and goddess.
A snort would escape him, though it was heard not by Zori. As the massive woman kept speaking.
âItâs hard to hear you, but Iâm going to pick you up, ok? Now, hold still. . .â
The simple act of reaching for him was far different, from his point of view.
Alric felt himself take a step back out of reflex. Something any sane person would do, when five mammoth digits were stretching out towards oneself. Her thumb and index finger would come closing in. Their size became larger and larger, the closer they got. It was hard to tell if his size was shifting or not. Were they always that big, back when she had been breathing into her hands?
Things always seemed to happen so quickly. Her fingers lightly pinched him. Even then, it felt a bit rough. There was warmth once again, and butterflies in his stomach for a time. Then, he found himself being moved through the air. A shout emitting from him, that didnât seem to be heard by the giant Miqoâte. His hands gripping her massive index finger, holding on for dear life. Her finger felt only a little rough, yet still soft.
Twelve be--donât think Iâm going to get use to this!
Soon, heâd be placed at the foot of the bed. With Zori looking down at him after pulling her hand away. Checking on him for a moment. âYou alright there, buddâeh?â The landscape that was his friend asked, as heâd get up after she let go. Heâd jump up and down. He figured she could see that, right?
â. . .I think I see you moving? Well, you should be good! Ya made of tough stuff. Gotta be, with a friend like me~â Zori declared, a light giggle emitting from her - that was heard loud and clear; across the massive space that was their bed.
He wasnât prepared for her body shifting all of a sudden, as she brought the rest of herself to lay upon the bed.
Alric found himself bouncing up into the air for a few seconds, as the woman settled herself on the bed. It was then Alric noticed where he was, as two rather large pillars of light brown were on either side of him; at the foot of the bed. Her lower calves exposed . . .and two gigantic feet to his left and right. He could tell, while she had showered earlier, she had worn her boots again for a time afterwards. As such there was another scent under the smell of soap, not altogether unpleasant amidst the warmth emitting from Zoriâs feet and lower legs.
It was somewhat alluring in fact. . .
âI tucked in the sides of the sheet so you wonât fall off, safer on that end rather than up here!â Zori expressed, gesturing towards where her pillow was. Seeming to be malms away from him, but he knew it wasnât THAT far.
Right?
The black and honey-brown haired woman was sitting on her rear end. Heels resting lightly beside him. Moving her somewhat broad feet closer to him; as he was between both. Sun kissed toes pointed up at an angle, as sheâd purposefully flexed them about; on full display, for her shrunken childhood friend.
He could hear her toes rubbing against one another. See the wrinkles on the soles of her feet, whenever she flexed them. A few times theyâd spread apart, before relaxing again.
âAnyways, I made sure to take a shower. Sooo you shouldnât be in any real danger with these. Be nice to have company with them~â That playful tone was there, tired as she was, she couldnât help teasing him still. Maybe she knew he was checking them out. Could be that she was being her normal, playful self by pure chance.
He had given her foot massages in the past, just as he had given her back rubs too. Mostly when she really needed it. She had made it no secret she enjoyed it too. Always the type to sit back and relax, whenever it could be afforded.
The green eyed Hyur would forget himself for a moment, staring at her feet. It was unclear if she knew how much of an effect she was having on her tiny companion. Sheâd not say anything for a time, as she kept giving him a âshowâ. The way she looked at him made it even more unclear. Her slitted eyes, same color as the sky, not once looking away from him. Half closed. An amused smirk plainly seen on her lips.
Her feet would rock lazily, from side to side. It was rather hypnotic, as sheâd slowly wiggle her toes. The motion caused him to almost fall over.
However, the longer it went on, the more Alric was noticing he didnât want to look away. For a brief time, his mind would wonder how itâd feel to be between the soles of her feet. Or with a toe on either side of him, wiggling freely without care.
Heavens take me if she knew. Sheâd hold it over me, for the rest of my days.
The tired coy expression on her face would cease, as she closed her eyes. Another yawn erupting from her. He felt his body trembling to a degree, just from the sound alone. As he âfeltâ her yawn reach him from where he was on the bed. Drawing his attention away from her toes. Looking towards her face. So far away, and high above him. Unaware that what felt like forever, had only been a few playful seconds of teasing in reality.
âAlright, going to hit the hay. . .see you in the morninâ buddâeh, after the chocobos start screeching. . .â
Before Alric could say or do anything, sheâd grab the covers and brought it over hers and Alricâs forms. Heâd watch as the blanket was akin to the sky, blocking out both the moonlight and the light from the lantern nearby. Heâd hear more loud shuffling, coupled with air rushing by him. It dawned on him why, as while he couldnât see? He could sense Zoriâs foot had shifted forward and closer to him.
He found himself tumbling about a bit, before the gigantic monk settled herself into bed right. . .and it wasnât long before he heard the faint sounds of snoozing from her. The âgreat shiftingâ was over.
Canât see a thing. . .
Heâd fiddle for a trinket, hoping it had been shrunken with him. It was difficult, plunged into darkness, the only sound the muffled creaking of the timbers beneath his friendâs sleeping form as she shifted for comfort. But eventually he found it. The item was something he had won, a stone that could bring light to a small area around oneself.
Muttering a few words under his breath, the small palm sized crystal would give birth to a pale shimmer of soft light. Shutting his eyes for a moment, he hooked it to the side of his belt and slowly counted down under his breath. Once heâd reached ten, he slowly opened them and allowed them to adjust to the wan light illuminating his surroundings.
There it is! Alright, letâs see what. . .weâre. . .oh. . .oh.
The only thing he could see was the bed covers he was standing upon. . .
Darkness that loomed high above him, in the form of the sheet Zori had brought over them earlier. . .
And two massive pillars, stretching out and away from the small circle of illumination into the encroaching darkness itself. Straining his eyes, he could only -just- make out the dim form of the shorts sheâd worn to bed further along the sunkissed pillars. Past her knee, and the rumpled fabric however, his eyes failed him entirely and the world gave way entirely to darkness His entire world was just her well built lower legs, and her feet. Each one so much bigger than him.
It seemed while settling in, Zori had shifted onto her stomach. Her heels now towering above him, while the top of her toes were resting against the bed cover. The wrinkles on the soles of her feet standing out more than ever.
Heâd see them shift ever so slightly, toes curling and flexing. The sound of them rubbing against each other. He found himself staring. The shrunken Hyur, all alone, with only his Miqoâte companionâs feet to keep him company. That faint sense of butterflies returned unbidden to the pit of his stomach as he edged closer to them. Watching in the dimness of the cloth cavern as they scrunched up, and then relaxed. As he watched her movements, once again awed by the sheer enormity of the movements and size, he was able to detect a pattern to it all, it seemed to almost have a rhythm to it.
He didnât know when, but eventually he found himself standing right by her five digits. Had he zoned out and walked closer to them? With every movement from them, he could -feel- the force behind each one.
For a moment he forgot to breath, he was so close he could reach out and touch--
Then, Zori shifted and rolled slightly in her sleep; her foot surging towards Alric.
Enormous toes barreled into him, as he found himself falling face first into the underside of them. They were as big as him. Maybe even bigger, he couldnât quite tell in the chaos. He was assaulted by a violent wriggling of the Miqoâte womanâs fit flesh, as Zoriâs toes seemed to notice him. He could hear âlightâ snores in the distance. Muffled by the blanket. It appeared while she was asleep still, her toes were aware of him. As theyâd soon start to play with him.
And he didnât have any say in the matter.
Heâd find himself with his face buried in her tan colored flesh. Face down, against the underside of her toes. Her foot remained where it was, the top part of the foot resting against the sheets, while the sole was fully exposed towards the sky. The mild scent of having worn boots earlier, her natural odor. . .and the faint sense of sweat. All mixed into one. Those five toes of hers would shift and rub against him. Flexing, then crunching him between them and the ball of her foot. It was rougher than when she had held him within her hands.
He felt his body bend and yield to them, wincing in mild discomfort but unharmed. Mostly.
Really Zori?! I swear--
His thoughts were cut off. As her toes would continue to dominate his shrunken form without care. Heâd try to breathe, but found himself with a mouthful of her flesh instead. Attempting to turn away, but no matter where he seemed to turn, her toes were all around him. Squeezing him. . .hugging him almost. As if happy he was their plaything. All of this going blissfully unnoticed by the sleeping Miqoâte, as she continued torturing her childhood friend.
He was squeezed vigorously, over and over again, the air becoming more humid as time went on. The monkâs feet, which had been cool from the brief bit of exposure, started to warm up from being under the covers. Along with what they were doing to Alric. The crystalâs light from his belt gave him an idea of where he was. Caught between the underside of her toes, and the ball of her foot. Her foot in the same position, as it was before.
For a moment, theyâd stop their attack on him. Alric would find himself trying to get some fresh air. Only to find it wasnât quite as fresh, as her natural scent became more and more pronounced in the enclosed space..
It didnât smell bad. A hint of leather from being inside her boots, along with her bodyâs natural scent. The shower she had taken earlier helped. Still, no matter what he did, it seemed whatever she did had become his world. From the very air he was breathing, to the toes he was resting upon that were playing with him, and his view as well. Looking up at the sole of her foot, as itâd flex and shifted about whenever her toes clenched at him.
The red haired man found himself resting between her second and third toe. Face buried deep within her flesh, becoming dizzy once more. Her warmth getting to him, as were the smells. His eyes started to close. . .
Only to find Zoriâs digits acting up again, squeezing his head between two of them. Eyes opening wide, a small âOOFâ heard from him! At times he felt like his head was going to cave in, due to the pressure Zori was applying to him.. Or heâd be popped. Yet, itâd hold. Then, her toes would spread apart, causing his entire body to slip between them. Although, this time he felt something give way; as her toes caught him mid way. Her third and fourth toe clenched up, as he was thrusted between them.
There was a brief moment of pain, before a loud POP was heard from his body, followed by a flood of relief. Unknowingly, she had popped his back with her toes alone. His half bent body seemed to be at the perfect angle for doing so. Zoriâs scrunching toes were squeezing Alricâs body more.
As if enjoying what they had just done, her toes would clench him tight. Another few pops heard from Alricâs body, as the pressure kept increasing. She wouldnât let up this time, and he would find the Miqoâte toes pressing him harshly against the ball of her foot. His bones creaked in protest, as he found himself letting out a groan. A mixture of pain and pleasure. It was like a full body massage at this point, odd it may be, as Zori kept crushing him between her toes.
Like before, he was starting to see spots. For the second time that night.
Dang it, not again. . .blast it Zori. . .
As time went on, he found himself passing out. From both her toes vigorously crushing him between them, and the natural odor from her, just slightly, sweaty feet. He was attempting to gather himself back up, but his recovery was short lived; as the monk's toes kept playing with him. Itâd be as if he was being traded across them, slipping between each of her toes. Fading in and out, and before long, would find himself passing out. Due to her actions and how tired he was. . .
Unknown to him, even in her sleep, unaware of what she was doing. . .a smile stretched across Zoriâs lips. No doubt having some nice dreams, as sheâd every so often squeeze and scrunch her toes. She was blissfully unaware of the effects it was having on her shrunken friend, trapped between her toes as he was.
And so the night went on, The Miqoâte slumbering peacefully. and ever so often wiggling and clenching her toes while sleeping. . .