Yor looks to you confused by your choice. Inside her shoe was safer, but you would be supporting her weight the whole time “I thought you didn’t like being stepped on” “I’m not a fan of it, but can handle it and your shoe is probably the safest place on you that I wouldn’t get lost” Yor thinks for a moment and the clock tolls, telling her she needed to leave now “Um, bite me or something if it’s too much” She plucks you up and drops you in her shoe
Her shoe was flat and not high heels, so you look around for the best place to wait. The inside of her shoe had the smell of her feet branded on them with how long she had them. The insole being soft reassured you, so you look up to see her but instead get pushed down onto your back by her foot “Hmmmm” Trying to ask why she wasn’t wearing socks with her sole covering your face could only get you a humming sound that Yor had no chance of hearing
“Sorry for being too quick, but I’m running late” Yor taps her feet on the floor to make sure her shoes were secure and to feel you. Being under the center of her foot put large pressure on you. Thankfully she showered this morning and she had nice soft feet, so only the immense pressure from the giantess standing on you. As both the insole and sole molds to your shape, Yor walks out of the door and locks it behind her
You were trying to get used to being stomped on by the giantess, but easier said than done. Your head was under the ball of her foot and every step increased the pressure on your head. You try to ask if you could change spots, but being buried under her foot left you helpless and possibly forgotten. Hearing the click of the door told you you were stuck as her insole until she checked on you. Yor meanwhile was being Yor, hoping she wouldn’t be late and had forgotten about you already
She turns from the door and grinds you under her sole before she starts walking. The first step of the foot lifting off of you and hovering above, making you open your mouth to call out before it slams down on you and fills your mouth with foot flesh. The weight of the giantess nearly doubled from lifting her other foot to step forward and put her full weight on you. Sinking into her foot from this, you had experienced the first step of her long day at work
Feeling the swing of her step was like a warning to the massive force that would crash down on you. Yor reached the stairs and starts descending, leaving you to support her weight more than her normal steps. Yor lowering herself to the next step in a hasty manner made it feel like you would be a smear on her sole by the time she checked on you. Thankfully you were unharmed but the steps stuck you to her sole, to be lifted along with her foot instead of being swung forward by her shoe
Being stuck with your face in her sole also means you couldn’t get her attention. So you try to tough out the walk to her bus. As Yor hurried down the street and waved to people she knew, the tiny in her shoe was forgotten and treated as her new insole. The hope that she would check on you when she got to the bus stop was crushed along with you. The bus was running late and Yor was rocking on her feet trying to be patient, unaware of what she was doing to the tiny underfoot
The weight shifts to the front and pushed your head down from the weight before shifting down your body to your legs. The giantess walking was difficult enough, but now it felt like you were being steamrolled into her shoe. You couldn’t bite her skin with how it forced your mouth open at her first step, so along with the pressure you also had to deal with the taste of her sole. Another factor drips in the form of sweat as the giantess starts to sweat nervously from being late
The fast walking earlier build up foot sweat and starts to drip down to be soaked up by one of the insoles in her shoe. Her scent grew stronger from being trapped with the source and made it more hot and humid, leading to more sweat. The upside of her foot sweat was that it freed you from her skin, something you didn’t notice until she stepped onto the bus. You also noticed that the quick step forward had you slide deeper into her shoe and end up at the front
Trying to get comfortable from leaving the center and sliding to her toes was difficult. The smell also grew stronger and had your hair soak up the sweat in the gaps of her toes. Yor being in a hurry didn’t notice the tickle under her toes and walked to an open seat. You cough from the sweat being forced into your mouth and can only watch as the slightly sweaty toes lift up to press down again. And then feel the digits push on you as Yor steps forward
You had chose this when she mentioned you might get lost, but you would’ve rather chose her bag or something else if you knew Yor tends to sweat easily. Your thoughts are interrupted by her big and second toe pressing on your head and not lifting back up. The pressure lightening told you she had sat down and at least took some weight off of you. Waiting for her to check on you just results in being treated as a sweat sponge for her foot
“Sorry, but the bus ran late” You could hear the giantess talk before pausing “Yes, I’m on the bus right now and heading there. I’ll be able to get to work as soon as I arrive” Hearing a phone call that implies you would be here her whole shift had you try to squirm to get her attention. All it did was have the giantess grind her foot on the floor to get rid of an itch. The sole pressed down on your body with a quiet squelch and her toes to wrap over your head from it
Now with your body immobilized by the weight of her sole and head stuck in a vice grip from her toes, you can only hope for her to remember about you. Yor feels an itch but ignores it to stand and walk off the bus. Her toes squeeze your head with every step and uses it to wipe the sweat from the gap. The thought of her boss getting upset made her nervous as she walks to the desk and explains why she is late. She was assured it wasn’t a problem being late due to the bus, but she shifts on her feet nervously as she explains
Her foot lifts up to tap the floor and ends up forcing your head deeper into the gap. Feeling a bit dazed from the harsh smell and other conditions, it doesn’t cross your mind for a few seconds that you have a chance to bite her skin. Waiting for her to take a step and get a chance, you bite on the toe pressing on the side of your head. You hear a gasp and get a tight squeeze as she walks faster, pummeling you underneath her
You get pummeled by the quick steps and the rapid movement and sweat helps your head slip free of her toes but end up having your face pressed down on by the digits. Repeating a pattern of you slipping out of the gap and being pushed back in by her steps, you tough it out thinking you would get a break when you were proven wrong by “Here, let me help you carry that” The weight increases from Yor carrying something and ridding you of hope she remembered you
At least your head was free from the gap of her toes, but now with the sweat you were sliding under her foot. Going from the front to the heel, you continue sliding around until you get caught by her big and second toe again. Yor’s shoe was getting stuffier and hotter with how much activity she was doing. The scent was strong but not exactly a bad one with how her natural scent was, but enough to make you rethink where you want to be hidden on
The day goes on and you feel every step and fidget involving her twisting her foot on the ground. After who knows how long of being her insole, you were soaked in foot sweat and dazed from the lack of fresh air. Yor was talking to someone about staying later to help out but she had Anya to worry about. So she left at the end of her shift and wonders what she was forgetting to get the nagging feeling. Still not connecting it to the tickle under her foot, she stops by a grocery store on the way home
As she walked through the produce section, she noticed a sale on watermelon and wonders if you like watermelon….
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“Oh no” She walks quickly to the restrooms and sits in one of the stalls to pull her shoe off, trying to brace for the worst. Seeing a battered tiny soaked in her sweat and stuck to her shoe’s insole was better than what she was worried about. Trying to peel you off wasn’t possible without tearing the insole or hurting you. Water would help, but walking with a soggy shoe or one of the people in the restroom spotting you in her shoe wouldn’t do her any good
“Can you hold on until we get home?” Feeling cemented to the shoe had you barely nod and give Yor a guilty look “I’ll make it up to you later” Slipping the shoe back on, the giantess is much more careful with how much weight she puts on you. And her experience with footwork in her night job helps her be light on her feet. You noticed the difference quickly and wait out the gentler steps as Yor makes her way home
Walking through the door and pulling off her shoe, she sits down with a wet cloth to see if it will help free you. After a bit of rough rubbing with a wet towel and tugging, you come free with the sound of a bandage “S-sorry. If I’d known that we would be moving equipment, I wouldn’t have put you there” You get set on the table with the towel underneath and Yor steps away “I’ll make you some hot tea” Yor was impressed at how you toughed it out and didn’t complain or signal her to be pulled out, still unaware that you had no choice
You relax on the towel and enjoy the fresher air and lack of intense pressure. Now the answer was known that you could be in her shoe most of the day, but you didn’t want to deal with that again. The way the air tasted and smelled was the bigger issue, everything else you could tolerate. Feeling a bit sore and tired from the event, you hear commotion and look over to see
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