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Micro Series: Inaya's Return
🕑 Added 2020-05-29 21:35:53 +0000 UTC____________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________
I actually manage a small nap on the way back to Carly’s home, snuggled into my bed of tissues, feeling safe and happy that I’ll be heading home soon, and enjoying replaying my adventures on Sylvia’s perfect, giantess feet over and over in my mind.
“Oh shit, are you serious!?”
Carly’s sudden shout of frustration shakes me from my daydreams.
“Goddammit!” The purse, serving as my mode of transportation and shelter from the large world outside is shook and an altoids box near me clatters noisily. “Sorry Jake, where are you?”
Her large eyes swivel, searching for me briefly before they find their target. “I’m gonna pull over and get out real quick okay? Something just came up and I need to make a few calls, I’ll leave the AC on for you.”
Her massive face leaves my skyline and I hear her exit the car as soon as we’re stopped. The radio plays quietly, muffled by the AC which is surely at full blast thanks to the heat outside, summer is starting up strong here.
Occasionally I hear snippets of conversation over all the noise around me, sometimes Carly’s voice is angry and raised, other times it’s pleasant and pleading, making me wonder what could be going on.
It feels like nearly 20 minutes go by before the car door opens and the open door alarm goes off annoyingly. Carly shuts it off, sighing heavily, and I feel the purse move again as fading sunlight pours in again on either side of Carly’s face.
“Bad news little guy!” Carly says with a sad and apologetic smile, “Something came up with my sister, I think she just got dumped, or she thinks she does, I’m not sure, she was crying really hard. Anyways, I need to go see her and make sure she’s alright, so I won’t be able to take you home tonight, the drive is too far to do both”.
My heart sinks, I would have liked to have been home, despite how unsure I was off how my family might treat me, being in the house I grew up in, a familiar place, the idea appealed to me and my new size. Did that mean I was going with her to her sisters then?
“So after I got off the phone with her, I made a few calls to try and find you a babysit- I mean...someone to....watch you…” She clears her throat awkwardly, “And Inaya said she’d be happy to! I asked if she could take you home but she seemed to not want to drive that far with the sun going down, so she’s coming over to watch you tonight until I get home, okay?”
I try to stand but my legs crumple beneath me and my head swims from the sudden exhaustion.
“No no NO! Carly NO! Anyone but her! Anyone but Inaya!” I shout and wave my arms to make it clear that i’m not okay with this but Carly returns a dismissive smile.
“Oh Jake, come on! Inaya told me about the argument you guys had! It’s no big deal, she said she’s not upset at all!”
Excuse me? She’s not upset? What did Inaya tell her?
Carly thankfully follows up and answers my questions, “I know you asked her for an interview and she said she wasn’t comfortable, but that’s no reason to be mad at each other! Like I said, she told me she has no hard feelings, so no worries okay? You couldn’t ask for a better caretaker, she takes care of like, twelve people I think? What’s one person compared to twelve? Even if you are well...super tiny…”.
I try and shout, continuing to wave my arms, but her face has already disappeared and the top of the purse closes. This was one of the things I hadn’t experienced yet, the dismissal. People tend to not take you seriously, or consider your side of things when you’re barely noticeable to the human eye…
A bug…
***
I spend the thirty or so minutes of being back in Carly’s apartment trying to get Carly to take me to my equipment. My vest-speaker system combo would allow me to actually talk to Carly and explain why Inaya was basically the last person I wanted to see while I was this tiny and vulnerable. Unfortunately Carly spends the whole time changing and gathering her things to go out again, leaving me on the floor as she walks back and forth.
I feel a pang of hatred at myself as, despite my impending doom at the hands of Inaya, I can’t help but stare as Carly plods by over and over, barefoot. Her feet are beautiful, even with her nail polish chipped and wearing away, and the natural scent of her day at work is intoxicating.
When she finally takes a moment to gather me up again, the doorbell rings before I can make my request.
“Awesome, she got here quick! I told you you were in good hands Jake!” Carly trots to the front door with me in hand, I use her thumb to steady myself, but my legs are starting to tremble.
“Inaya! Hey!”
“Hey girl!”
Carly’s fingers enclose protectively as the two women embrace each other, when they pull apart, her fingers uncurl and I'm on full display.
“Hey there Jake, how are you holding up?” Inaya asks. Her tone is convincing, it sounds like true concern in her voice, but her eyes hide the truth, an icy, predatory stare. Hungry.
“He’s been adjusting all day” Carly answers for me, “He hung out with my boss at work and-” Carly leans forward and whispers something to Inaya, punctuated by a giggle. Inaya’s mouth forms an ‘O’ and she looks down at me.
“On her feet? But...they’re so big compared to him, isn’t that dangerous for someone so small? Not to mention irresponsible on your boss’s end too!”
I feel a burning, bubbling bite of hatred burst in my stomach. Inaya, it seemed, was a very, very good liar. At this very moment she could be smothering ten or so people beneath her pungent soles.
Carly shrugs, “I thought it might be a game at first but I think the little guy liked it, if you know what I mean!” She giggles again and I blush.
“Does he now?” Inaya asks, turning to look at me. Her stare is piercing and all knowing and my grip on Carly’s thumb tightens. Her smile is a thin, amused grin, and I imagine her fighting the urge to lick her lips hungrily.
“Guess I know what games to play with him then huh?” The two giantesses share a laugh and a few quick words before I’m transferred into Inaya’s massive, plush palm.
“See you later tonight Jake! Be good!” She smiles as she leaves and I silently will her to come back and get me to take me with her.
The front door shuts and clicks.
“Ahhh...all alone now”.
I turn to look up at her, Inaya stares back down, searching me with her eyes. It’s a short while before she decides to speak.
“God...you are absolutely tiny! It’s adorable! The size I think you should have been your whole life, it really suits you Jake!”
I shout the worst profanity I can conjure up at her, my voice breaking at the end.
She chuckles, “I can’t even hear you! Jesus...none of my Micro’s back home are this small...crazy…”
Her hand tilts, causing me to roll back and forth, helpless in her control as she watches with an amused smile.
“You would have needed special treatment for sure, I wouldn’t leave you on my feet all day at this size, I’d be too afraid of you getting lost in my wrinkles, or drowning in foot sweat!”
My stomach churns in protest at the thought. The juxtaposition between Sylvia and Inaya was incredible. A night on Sylvia’s feet sounded like a dream, but Inaya on the other hand…
“Well, I think we’ve wasted enough time, don’t you?”
We head towards the living room, my heart thumping rapidly, my limbs are jelly.
“Just so you know, I considered giving my feet a wash for you, but then I remembered how rudely you left last time, so I'm afraid you’re getting the full ‘after work’ experience little bug”.
She lowers herself to the floor, stretching out comfortably.
“I figure we’ll make that tonight’s task, getting rid of that funky smell coming off my feet, kay?”
She smirks at my barely audible and indiscernible squeaks of protest.
“I’m not hearing a no so…”
I’m suddenly plummeting through the air, the destination below me is an ocean of sweaty, pale, ebony foot wrinkles. The heat emanating upwards begins to cook me immediately and I splat against her moist skin, the wind knocked out of me. When I can finally draw breath, the air is sour and heavy with moisture like a sauna. It takes all my constitution not to throw up. My head pounds as all the negative effects on my senses press down around me at once, and the only thing I can do is to try and focus on the task I was given, hoping that I'll be able to distract myself, or that Inaya will get bored.
It becomes clear immediately that I will be unable to do anything in the way of cleaning Inaya’s disgusting feet. A group of Micros at a large size, licking and rubbing throughout the day are a vast contrast to myself. The slick ground beneath me shifts and the rolling hills of foot skin around me contract and press against each other, smothering me in odorous flesh, before releasing me.
“Get to woooork…” comes Inaya’s teasing sing-song voice.
The night passes slowly for me, Inaya idly flexes her toes as she scrolls social media and watches youtube videos while I slave away in the swamps of her stinky soles. I learn quickly that she doesn’t expect any real progress, just the illusion that I'm doing something, what this boils down to is that I stay mobile, so that she can feel me and know that I'm not just sitting on my ass.
Her toes are my preferred location, the air is cleaner, unlike her soles, and I'm not surrounded on all sides by sweaty wrinkles that could close in on me at any moment. But I can’t stay in one place too long.
Inaya’s feet are talented, it’s clear that she’s used to handling Micro’s on them as I’m effortlessly swapped back and forth between both of her feet, her toes depositing and scooping me up dexterously.
She occasionally gives a command. “Sniff. Lick. Kiss”, and I obey, terrified of a punishment. Near the end of the night I get a brief respite as she gets up to go through my things out of curiosity.
“So, this is the little kit you bought huh? I remember reading about it in one of your interviews…”
She examines the Micro sized equipment for a brief moment, when suddenly to my horror, she pops all three devices into her mouth, sending them down with a quick gulp. The objects were so small I doubt she even felt them go down. She opens her mouth and shows me proof of the deed as I squeak in anger. She laughs.
“You’re welcome to go in and get them if you want, tiny!” She grins and I collapse, defeated, all the preparation I had made had gone out the window, or rather, down Inaya’s throat.
The rest of the night is a hell of smelly, sweaty feet, before Carly returns, late.
“Whew, Jesus Inaya, are those your feet I’m smelling!?” Carly asks, laughing uncomfortably as she fans the air in front of her nose. “I hope you didn’t have him playing on your feet!”
I’m deposited back into Carly’s hand and I immediately run as far away from Inaya as possible.
“Well, he asked, if you can believe it,” Inaya says, shrugging casually. “He’s a weird one for sure Carly, keep an eye on him!”
Inaya gives me a small gentle wave with her fingers, “Bye little guy!”
The pressure releases immediately as she goes out the front door.
“I’m gonna...open a window…” Carly chuckles to herself, clearly feeling bad for Inaya’s foot odor, with no idea of how she wielded it.
“I dunno about you Jake, but i’m ready for bed!” Carly says to me as she sets me on the dresser in her room. She changes into her sleepwear out of sight.
“How bout’ you?” She frowns and gives me a sniff, her nose crinkles up. “Ugh, bath first though! You smell like vinegar!”
Carly preps the sink for me and I focus on her promises of returning me home, trying not to think about my night with Inaya...
