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Sometimes, people found themselves in a spot of trouble.
Other times, they would feel as if they were born lucky due to the things they encounter.
For Amy, she was torn on figuring out which of the two she was, as the dark haired woman looked skyward.
The poor scientist had gotten herself in a ‘spot’ of sorts to be sure. Whether it was bad or good was still up in the air, as she stared directly up towards the massive towering form of the Miqo’te named Zori, who was currently focused on writing something at her desk, unaware of her new found friend below. Amy stood right in the shadow of Zori’s shifting feet that hovered only a few inches off the ground for the Miqo’te, but at her current height? It was a few feet. . .
Said giant in question was a rather in shape monk, who was sporting casual attire. A black sleeveless tank top was tucked into her brown pants that cut off at her calves that showed off her lower legs and bare feet to anyone that happened to catch a glance. The wrappings and bracelets she normally had about her hands and wrists were missing, as she was currently focused on copying down some directions from the map off to the side on the desk she was sitting at.
Even among taller female Miqo’te, the thirty year-old tomboy was considered larger than the norm. Her large frame and height had garnered the attention of a traveler when she was young, which set her down upon the road of both a Monk and Warrior - with her muscles easy enough to spot, but not to the point one would consider her ‘buff’. A fact she was rather proud of, and enjoyed teasing others if they were caught staring at her, with a lazy grin and a half-lidded look always spotted on her features when doing so.
However, she had failed to notice the woman below, who was taking in the sight of not only Zori’s entire landscape of a body, but her shifting feet below. . .
Amy had oftentimes found herself in the shadow of her much larger friends whenever she ended up shrunk. This was no different, as she stared upward at the broad thick soles of the in-shape woman sitting at her desk; even now with those feet hanging in the air above her she could detect the heat. . .the very faint scent of sweat mixed in with some sort of coconut lotion. Zori’s feet were well taken care of, due in part to being part of what made her a dangerous threat to others when fighting them - using her body itself as a weapon.
The monk’s feet shifted about as they hung in the air above, slowly shifting back and forth against one another. The sound was heard loud and clear for someone of the doctor’s size, as she was given a front row seat as Zori rubbed them against each other.
At times they’d merely slowly rub against the other. . .then she shifted, and one foot rested on top of the other. The upper foot had its toes scrunched up as she lazily scratched the top of the sun-kissed foot.
Her toes shifted and wiggled about in a subtle manner, with Amy able to hear each of her toes firmly pressing against each other. The underside of her toes on display as well, whenever she’d spread her toes about to enjoy a brief breeze blowing through the room - with the smaller woman’s lab coat blowing about her whenever it did, one hand pressed against the side of her face to try and keep her hair out of the way of her face; not wanting to miss a single section of the show just out of reach from her.
She could see further down the foot that broad sole of Zori’s, wrinkles appearing whenever she shifted her feet about. So large, that black and honey-brown haired titan-sized woman could flatten under it without even trying with room to spare. . .
Then, after a few minutes had passed of enjoying the show, something changed. The sound of the landscape of a human being scooted forward ever so slightly in her seat, her toes now directly over Amy’s head. Then, without warning they descended and before Amy could even utter a sound, the doughy like warm flesh captured her against the underside of her toes.
Amy was laid flat with ease, a simple motion from the gigantic woman above who had failed to even notice her friend still. Said friend now trapped under three of Zori’s toes. Amy’s head pressed firmly against the space between the giant's largest toe and the one next to it, while the doctor felt her feet secured under the giant’s fourth large bronze color digit.
It wasn’t long before she felt them start to shift and wiggle without care, the shrunken young woman as their source of enjoyment now - as the massive tomboy started to have her way with Amy without even noticing, but her toes seemed to notice well enough. . .
The scents she had detected earlier were easier to sense now, a hint of sweat mixed with the coconut lotion that had been used on her feet. Amy’s face pressed slightly between the under gap of the two toes, of which quickly clamped down on her head as if she was some sort of toy to do as they pleased with. The glasses she wore quickly fogged up, making it hard to see for a time. Normally the woman might take it easy on a friend if she knew where they were, but without knowing, her toes were uncaring and rough - squeezing and grasping at Amy’s entire body.
The young woman’s nose was forced between the area between Zori’s toes, the middle large digit groping away at Amy’s mid section, while the dark haired woman’s lower legs and feet were trapped under the fourth toe. Her entire body was sometimes forced against the arch of the large well taken off toes and the ball of her foot. Squeezing and groping away at her, as a massive sigh above was heard, as clearly Zori was enjoying the sense of relief with whatever she had captured with her toes. Even still, she focused on her writing, unaware of Amy. . .
Over and over, Amy was squeezed against the underside of where Zori’s toes bent. With each squeeze being rougher than the last; getting to such a point Amy feared the invention she made to ensure she was more durable might find it’s limit at long last–
Suddenly, Zori’s toes shifted and started to force Amy somewhere else. The dexterity in which the giant was able to maneuver the scientist was astonishing really, as before long Amy found herself in a new spot.
She had felt herself firmly and slowly squeeze between Zori’s largest toe and the slimmer one next to it. . .until she was forced up and out of it. Almost all the lower. Her lower legs were trapped between them, as Amy was forced to stand somewhat up between the two digits, as she was given a chance to breathe fresh air again, but it didn’t last for long.
A shift was heard behind her, causing her to turn her head to see what it was, noting the other foot resting on top of the one that had Amy trapped. The digits of the foot wiggled about against one another, as it slid down the top of the other one - heading directly for Amy. Then, she was trapped between the same two toes the current foot that had a hold of her had, but now with both her upper and lower body ensnared.
Four of the Miqo’te toes wiggled and toyed with Amy, as it didn’t take long for the genius to figure out what was going on. Her lower legs were still held in place by Zori, while the rest of herself exposed and standing up right was being dragged between the large meaty digits of the other large toe and its companion. Her toes clamped down firmly on the woman, so tight that the fear of breaking was felt once again, before it eased up. . .then was felt again.
Amy’s entire world was filled with nothing but the sight, sound, and scent of the catgirls' toes rubbing and groping at the small toy-sized woman. At times they changed, slowly dragging themselves up and down Amy’s upper body. The sense of her hands being free in a small gap between the toes below and above was there, before she was fully trapped as the foot above her shifted downward again.
The top foot shifted to the side, as the same motion was repeated - only this time Amy found her upper half being dragged between the third and fourth doughy digits. It was during this moment when Amy tried to take a chance breath again, the toes squeezed harshly against her, causing the woman’s mouth to open wide; only to find a mouth full of warm wall of flesh against her mouth. The tip of her tongue flicked against it, tasting that small measure of sweat, a slightly bitter taste, but nothing too vile or revolting - just barely there.
For a moment the toes ceased their movements, trapping Amy in the darkness of Zori’s warm tan toes. Given the chance, Amy dared to let her tongue play across it, unable to help her own urges despite what was happening to her.
There was no response at first, but after a few more, as Amy let her tongue slowly drag across the side of the doughy wall before her. . .they started to wiggle in a relaxed manner - almost as if sensing her, even if the reality was Zori had no clue to her being there still.
With that, Amy let herself give in fully - rubbing the front of her face against the toe, her hands attempting to squeeze at the large doughy toes having their way with her. She was lost in the moment, wanting nothing more than for her friend to keep having her way with the doctor.
Yet again, the toes started to wiggle. The walls closed in on Amy as she found herself unable to breathe for a brief moment, before the toes relaxed. It was akin to a full body massage, as the titan’s toes groped away at Amy still, fondling her as if she was nothing.
As they did, Zori muttered under her breath, but Amy could hear it somewhat while the larger of the two kept toying with her.
“Reall’eh need to figure out an easier route to travel. . .mmm. . .mabb’eh I oughta head down ‘ere. . .”
It appeared the woman was planning her next trip somewhere, with her toes ceasing their action and remaining still. Amy had a chance to relax and gather herself back up, as she had started to find herself feeling lightheaded due to the enclosed space between the toes and the heat emitting from them. If it wasn’t for the fact they were handling her so roughly, and remained as they were now, the small doctor might have even found herself taking a nap between them.
In that rare moment of stillness, Amy found herself appreciating the large thick digits surrounding her. Even a brief twitch of the tomboy’s toes made her aware of how powerful they were, and how easily they had done as they wished with her. Amy felt the beating of her own heart within her chest, it was thumping like mad without her even being aware of it during all the chaos that had happened within the span of a few minutes.
Then, slowly, those four toes that had captured her started to shift, curling inward as Amy quickly found the space she was in becoming more cramped. It was different from before, as she felt the toes grow tense, as if preparing too–
Uh-oh.
It dawned on her mere seconds beforehand that Zori was preparing to pop her toes. It was far too late to try and escape now, as the scientist could hang onto hope that she’d survive what was to come. Over the course of the next few moments, she felt an insane amount of pressure against her entire body; as the toes squeezed her harshly and without care between them. Even in the darkness of being trapped between the well-built woman’s toes, Amy found herself starting to see spots–
CRAAAACK!
A jolt of fear ran down Amy’s spine as the sound came from all around her, worried that it might have just not been the toes being popped, but her own body as well. She had heard and felt something else, but during that split second it was hard to detect just what. Opening her eyes, she had survived. . .with a slight bit of pain felt throughout her body.
It was fleeting, however, as the toes that had bullied the woman for so long finally loosened up - with the light from the world outside blinding her for a moment. They spread apart just enough that Amy could move once more, no longer trapped between that thick doughy wall of flesh.
Stumbling off to the side and out from between them, she found herself weak in the knees as she tried to take a few shaky steps forward, only to end with her landing upon her rear end. She heard a great sigh of relief from above, as those enormous tan toes of Zori’s spread apart to enjoy the sense of relief after popping them all in one go.
It was then Amy noticed there was a crack in the air, before it clicked with her it wasn’t just hanging in the air, but the glasses she had worn had cracked. Reaching up with a somewhat unsteady hand, she took them off and had a good look at them. They were absolutely broken; she’d need to acquire a new pair once she found her way home. . .
The experience had been well worth it, as she had felt she had been pushed just under the limit, meaning she’d need to find a way to make herself even more durable than before, less she ran into someone on this world that might get even more cruel and rougher than Zori had with her. . .
Meanwhile high above, the giant in question felt a smile spread across her lips. She felt relaxed and at ease after getting her travel route figured out, and the ache she had felt in her feet from earlier had slowly vanished over the course of her writing. Her toes felt great after she had finished fiddling with whatever it was on the floor and had popped them.
Without even being aware of what she had put the poor woman down below through, those bright blue eyes of Zori’s kept focusing on the pieces of paper she was writing on and the map off to the side - making sure to continue jolting down the routes she planned on taking, rubbing her feet together in contained excitement. Not knowing that she was about to give an ‘encore’ to someone in the room with her. . .