"Phew, it's good to be home" Fety declared, stepping back inside the front door and shutting it behind him. The jog had been longer than usual, but the recent weather conditions had prevented any outdoor exercise till today, so he'd been sure to make the most of it and went for an extra half hour.
Bringing a hand up to his forehead, he wiped away the layer of sweat that had accumulated on his brow, at least what had accumulated in the last five minutes since the last wipe.
Stepping further into his house, he entered into the living room, discarding his jacket and making a quick dash to the kitchen and retrieving a bottle of water from the fridge, unable to resist pressing the cold and chilled bottle around his neck, forehead and other areas in desperate need of a quick cooling off. Walking back into the living room he quickly found his way to the couch, practically collapsing down onto the soft and well worn cushions and kicking off his shoes.
The long jog and warmer weather meant the insides of the well worn jogging shoes were practically steaming when he removed his feet from them, the scent already wafting up to his nose as he reclined back on the couch, his feet plopping down on the coffee table as he opened the bottle of water. He didn't waste any time as he took several greedy gulps, downing the refreshing water with gusto before stopping only to take a breath.
Leaning his head back onto the back of the couch cushion, his eyes closed for several seconds, considering whether to check his emails on his phone, or watch tv, for the time being he was content to simply rest from his exercise. Thoughts of a shower did cross his mind as well, he could feel his clothing practically clinging to his skin from sweat, but that could wait. For now he was just going to sit back and relax from the jog, his calves and legs held a slight ache from the extended workout he gave them, but it was worth it.
Down at the table, his feet flexed back and forth in his long socks, the arches bending back and forth. He could feel the soft, smooth skin of his soles wrinkle and bend with every movement as well as each individual toe wiggle in relaxation, working out the kinks and tension that built up in them. He might have to give them a good rub later.
He wished he could get someone else to rub them, saving him the time, as well as the added feeling of being pampered and waited on. But masseuses, or at least professionals, charged way too much. If only there was someone he could get to do it for free, to tend to his sore and needy feet with the gusto and drive that came with professional service, but for free.
Speaking of his feet, he once again felt the tickling feeling assaulting his sole. It was directly in the center of his right sole, a small indiscernible *something* was there, something he couldn't quite narrow down. It felt almost like a tiny pebble, but softer, maybe a piece of accumulated lint? or something that had been stuck to the bottom of his foot from before he put his socks on? He didn't recall stepping on anything, but then again he was in a hurry this morning.
Whatever it was, it wasn't hurting him, like a sharp rock or pebble, and it wasn't causing him any discomfort, it was actually acting somewhat like a tiny stress toy, rolling and moving under his sole as he jogged earlier and even now it's presence was strangely comforting and enjoyable to feel as he continued to flex and arch his soles.
Regardless of what it was, it could wait. He could investigate it later before his shower, or maybe inside the shower if the tiny object clung to his skin that much, it might wind up coming along for the ride.
Tiny POV
I don't know how I wound up here. One minute I was dropping off a package to a customer, next thing I know the entire world shifted and I found myself on the ground only a lot smaller, the grass in the distance from the doorway looking like a forest in comparison. And for some reason my clothes were gone, maybe they'd continued to shrink? or whatever phenomenon caused this destroyed them.
Before I could ponder any more the sound of the door creaking open resounded out around me, the regular sound now amplified till the creaking sounded more like a deep roar of metal grinding against itself. I looked up and my mouth dropped open to see the sight of the occupant towering above me, a practical titan of an earth pony stepping out onto their front step. Before I could even begin to muster up any sort of comprehension, my world went white as I fell to the ground, a giant white blanket like material having been dropped atop me.
"OH MAN, LUCKY THERE'S NO MORE PUDDLES AROUND, OTHERWISE I WOULD HAVE HAD TO WEAR WET SOCKS"
The booming sound of the giant's voice was clear to me, even through the muffled fabric which I realized with shock was a sock. I was trapped under one of his socks! I tried to fight and move through the thick material but before I could make any headway, the sock was suddenly picked up and lifted off the ground, with me in it!
Trapped in what was now like an enormous hammock, I could do nothing but look around the surroundings. I was small but how small was hard to tell, the sock was big enough that I could see the fibres and strands of soft cotton. The scent of laundered clothing surrounded me, as I suddenly felt several large bumps come up into the sock hammock before I was dropped down even deeper. A bit dazed, I tried to regain my composure only for the surroundings to grow darker, looking around and up my eyes widened once more as I realized what had happened.
The giant had turned the sock from its previous inside out position into its regular one, an act which had trapped me inside of the sock! And the dark shadow that had grown on my surroundings was due to his foot entering the top!
I tried to move, tried to quickly grasp the almost rope-like fibres around me and try to climb up, but part of me knew it was useless, there was no way I was going to outrun the giant foot, or the enormous tanned toes that slipped inside.
The simple action bulldozed over me and caused me to roll back several times before my body suddenly was slammed into the soft flesh of the sock's owner. I guessed I was somewhere on his sole due to the softness of the skin here, turning my head as much as I could. I was proven correct as I could faintly see the outline of the giant's toes up above me, the faint glimmer of light seeping through the cotton.
But I knew it was going to quickly be snuffed out.
My cries and attempts to yell for help were fruitless, another act of my size being proven as I doubt even if I hadn't been pressed so hard into his flesh he would have heard me under his foot or in his sock. The socks were soon cut off from light as I felt my back suddenly slammed into a hard surface before the entire surroundings were compacted around me, the sound of what I imagined were amplified shoe laces being tied filled my ears as my prison became three fold.
I was trapped by his foot, trapped by his sock, and now trapped by his shoe.
And as he stood up, my prison squeezed my body even more so. My front into the admittingly soft flesh of his foot, and my back into the bottom of his sock and the insole of his shoe.
My tiny nose and senses already were beginning to pick up on the change in surroundings. While his foot and sock smelled fresh and clean, the insole and shoe were clearly well worn and frequented, the stale smell of sweat already beginning to waft up from my back. I couldn't suppress a gulp when I realized it was only going to get worse as he began to jog away from his house.
The weight of this titan was now shifting constantly with every step, slamming into me again and again and again as he built up a steady rhythm.
As I could feel the insole hit my back with every step, I knew this was not going to be a short ordeal for me.
Post Jog Tiny POV
I finally felt the relentless weight of the giant's weight ease off me as he rested his feet on what I assumed was a table, the outside world still dimmed not only by his sock but by the now sweat soaked aspect of the material surrounding me. My body was also soaked in his bodily fluids after the long jog. I was subjected to being a partner too, unknowingly joining him for his exercise routine and having become intimately familiar with the bottom of his foot.
In more ways than one, I was embarrassed to say.
The jog had been long, and the sweat had been accumulating ever since he'd left his front door, along with the scent combining fresh foot scent with older stale deposits left on the insole of his shoes. The fresh and laundered smell that had clung to the sock and his foot quickly waning under the strong and unstoppable movement.
I was lucky that whatever mysterious force had reduced me to my size, had also given me a form of durability, otherwise there was no way I would have been able to survive such treatment, even though most of it had been spent under his sole. I had been shifted slightly during his jog at one point and found myself trapped with his toes, the enormous digits playing with my tiny form and shifting me around, the scent that had been there was much stronger than his sole had been and I found myself nearly overwhelmed by it.
The entire ordeal had also awakened certain....urges within me.
It was a secret from most people that knew me, but one that meant nothing given my current predicament. Feet, especially those that filled my fantasies involving giants, giantesses, or large beings, had been a long standing dream of mine, one that stretched into erotic and sensual territory. I was half tempted at the beginning to consider this whole ordeal a dream, and I would wake up trapped underneath my own blankets and sheets that had bled through into my sleeping subconscious as a giant sock.
But it had become almost instantly apparent this was no dream. At least in the sleeping sense.
In actuality I was confronted with many fantasies and urges of mine in reality....and embarrassingly this has an uncontrollable effect on myself down below.
Several times throughout the jog I found myself becoming aroused, the entire scenario, the reality of the heat, the pressure, the scent and mere sight of the foot of this giant encapsulating my view, my world, my entire being! Was enough to cause my lower extremities to stir.
Part of me did try and earnestly resist, this was after all a stranger, someone I didn't know. And yet their foot was, unknowingly or not, teasing me-
No! Not teasing me, this giant appendage almost seemed to have a mind of its own, and that mind seemed intent on bringing me to the edge and kicking me over it with zeal. Thus I couldn't help it, resistance slowly failing till my body was made to release.
And not only once, oh no the demands of the giant's foot upon my body resulted in multiple releases. The last few were forced and dragged out of me despite my exhaustion. The foot that was serving to give the giant his work out was unknowingly giving my own tiny form a work out of its own.
When he finally had returned home and taken off his shoe, resting his feet that now exuded warmth and the well worn scent of a post workout, I was spent myself, breathing in heavily the scent that was now permeating all around me, one I doubt would be removed no matter how many showers or baths I took. There was no way the scent of the giant would ever leave me, it had soaked into my flesh, breathed its way into my lungs, it was probably circulating through my body itself.
There was no way I would ever be free of it, in body or mind, after this encounter.
And he knew nothing of it, there was no knowledge or comprehension for him. I was nothing, if anything I was a tiny speck or small tickle under his mammoth soles.
But a person? A being on his level? Surely not.
Even if he discovered me, there was no telling if he would consider me a person, for how could someone look at something my size and even begin to entertain the idea of seeing them as an equal?
A bug maybe, a piece of sock lint more likely, something to be picked or stuck under foot or in between his toes to marinate within the confines of his shoe.
Fety POV
After another few minutes, Fety leaned forward and brought his hands back down from behind his head where he was resting. Looking down at his feet, he couldn't help but wiggle his toes again as he let out a soft moan, the sore knots and kinks had seemingly been working themselves out, at least on his right foot. He briefly considered checking his sock for the tiny tickling sensation but disregarded it as he stood up.
It was time for a shower.
Walking along to the bathroom, he couldn't help but enjoy the feeling of his feet stepping on the now moistened socks, while he didn't like wet socks when stepping in puddles, ones moistened from his own body was a different story.
Entering the bathroom, it took only a few moments for him to undress the remainder of his clothes, his socks however were left to last. The socks extended up along his calves, however stopped a few inches of being knee length. While some would consider such long socks inappropriate or ill fitting for jogging, he liked the look of them and besides, he was the only one who got to see them so who cares what anyone else thinks.
Reaching down he slipped off his left sock first, sliding it down and revealing the creamy tanned skin beneath it, the moistened and now well worn fabric clinging to his skin as he pulled it off. Bunching it up, he proceeded to do the same with the right sock.
When they were both removed, he bundled them up together, rolling one into the other. But before he tossed it aside with the pile of his other clothes, he couldn't resist taking a small sniff, inhaling the scent of his hard word and the fruits of his labors of sorts. The smell that came from his body, from his hard work and dedication.
He couldn't deny an erotic flair and thrill to the act.
Finally tossing them aside, he walked over to the shower, rolling his arms and working out the stiffness that accumulated in his other joints as he did. The action releasing the built up scent his body had worked up in other areas as he continued, every step momentarily making his foot cling to the tiles below, no doubt leaving a trail of faint footprints.
He was also reminded of the tiny ticklish speck under his right foot, whatever it was seemingly now clinging to his foot from his sweat. Part of him wanted to simply lift up his foot and inspect it, the other part wanted to keep up the mystery, the latter winning over as he stepped into the shower, glancing back to chuckle at the sight of his suspected footprints left upon the tiles.
Turning back to the shower he turned the handles gently, letting out a shiver as the cold water hit his body and spread goosebumps across his flesh before it quickly began to warm up, reaching his optimal temperature. Stepping under the spray he let out a moan at the feeling of the water raining down on him, choosing to wait a few moments and let it soak along his hair and body thoroughly before he would begin to clean himself.
Down below flexing and shifting his feet once more as the water began to pool and well up in a thin layer before inevitably flowing down the drain.
Fety reached across to a shelf on the shower wall to where a bottle of body wash sat, pumping out several liberal squirts till his palm was full before he began to spread it around his upper body, turning his back to the spray of the shower to prevent it from washing away too quickly.
As he did, he couldn't help but close his eyes and get lost in the sensations. The scent of the body wash combining with his own, as well as the heated water quickly going to work on his joints. And not to mention the continued actions of the tickling under his right sole, he was tempted to reach down and pry it free and put it to work on his left sole.
But there could be time for that later.
That's if it didn't get washed down the drain first.
Reaching up to rub his left pectoral, he was almost shocked to find the quickly hardening nub of his nipple. Paying attention to it now he also found his right was similarly stiff. The results of a good workout getting his endorphins and hormones raring to go, followed by the added pleasure of his post exercise shower was getting his body in the right mood for pleasure.
And the tell tale signs beginning to stir in his loins would have been a dead giveaway to anyone present to see.
Part of him enjoyed the fact he was alone and could relax and have fun without any prying eyes, while another part of him desired a watcher, desired someone to see the sight of him right now, wet and covered in quickly growing suds, someone to explore and put to work on his body and save him the trouble.
As well as his desires blending together with the ones of size, of power and height, of being huge and enormous. And for his little voyeur and watcher to be the size of a bug, to be a speck before his titanic form.
He wouldn't lie and say he too never had desires to turn the tables and be the small one and subjected to a giant's body. But right now, right here, he wanted to be big. He wanted to dominate and claim a tiny as his own toy, to be put to work for his pleasure, to be pressed against his sweaty feet and forced to smell and lick and kiss the sweat covered soles he'd worked up on his jog.
Or even his ass, the feeling of the hot water traveling down his back and onto his round, globe like cheeks also got his fantasies raring, the intimidate tickling sensation of water traveling down his crack made him imagine what it would be like for a tiny, traveling down that trickle like a waterslide only to come to rest in-between his cheeks and at rest under his ass. Maybe even sitting down in the shower and trapping them between the tiles below, his cheeks, and his tight back door, the tiny being stuck between a figurative rock and a hard place.
Oh the desires that filled his mind and fantasies that plagued his dreams were becoming too much to contain, as evident by his now full arousal, again seen only to him. But the wish that someone so insignificant and tiny could gaze up upon it, for it to eclipse the sight of a microscopic tiny accompanying his much larger form, for him to completely dominate and own the worldview of a being so completely.
He found himself trembling as he continued to wash himself, knowing the final destination his hands would eventually reach, but wishing to draw it out before getting there, his movements slowing but continuing to run their slickened suds covered digits along his chest and stomach.
Meanwhile his feet were flexing once again, his toes curling and drawing back across the wet tiles, the water below slickening them and washing away the outer layer of sweat and filling him with more pleasure. He knew it would only grow when he would tend to his feet, soaping and scrubbing the clean of the more built up covering of sweat the basic spray of water could not clean, his fingers would be kneading and working into his flesh and making them fresh and soft, ready to be entombed once again in a fresh pair of socks and start the whole experience over again.
And the tickling sensation remained, as he wiggled and curled his toes the tickle remained, oh how he was tempted more and more to reveal its mysterious form to him. What was it? Was it something he could replicate for both feet, a specific type of sock lint, a tiny piece of rubber coming off one of his insoles? A piece of plant life rolled under his feet.
His naughty thoughts however crafted a more sensuous fantasy, standing in for the much desired tiny he so wished for, his mind's eye crafting the image of a tiny being completely trapped under his foot, completely subservient to his will and to his whims. A toy to be used for his desires and made to worship and satiate his fantasies.
As he thought of this, goosebumps of a different variety spread across his form, and he could barely resist the urge to go beyond cleaning his upper body, to go lower and lower and bring himself to his much desired climax.
His hand traveling down below rubbing around his belly button as the sudsy digits teased around before his eyes shot open.
The tickling sensation had suddenly disappeared!
Tiny POV
I could barely believe the new turn of events that I had been thrust into. After the giant had gone for another walk throughout his house, and finally had removed his socks, I still was not free. While the light rushing back to my senses had been a welcome sensation, albeit initially uncomfortable till my eyes readjusted to the sudden change. I still was not free.
Despite the sock that had become my prison, although a rather pleasurable one, had been removed I was still plastered to the giant's foot from his sweat, some of which had hardened around my front like a sort of cemented glue and now trapped my still small, and still nude form, to his foot.
My position still did not allow me to make out where were were properly, the few steps he took only gave me brief glances. I was finally able to determine our position when he stepped into the shower, the cold tiles hitting my back in contrast to his warm flesh above causing me to shiver and wiggle against his foot, wishing for warmth over the sudden chill.
However this was soon changed as he turned on the water, obviously wishing to finally clean himself off from his earlier jog. Maybe this would be my chance for freedom? Or at least freedom from being stuck to his foot, what followed would no doubt be an attempt at communication or trying to get his attention.
As the water quickly heated, it alleviated the chill that met my back and my ass cheeks, and replaced it with the rush of warm water flowing against my back. My proximity and location on the arch of his sole prevented me from being completely submerged, though his flexing and wrinkling of his foot did keep lowering my back repeatedly into the water. Which soon took on a scented quality and soapy feel as whatever body wash he was using was being diluted and sucked down the drain. My senses now being filled with the ever-present scent of his foot and sweat, combined with the scent of the body wash, the warmth that met my back and ass as well as the ever present sound of what was akin to rain, albeit more like a storm filled the shower around me.
I could begin to feel his sweat finally start to loosen, the water and flow of body wash doing its job as I continued to wriggle and shake my body against the foot that had dominated my body so completely.
However in doing so, I was once again beginning to feel arousal grow inside of me, as well as the action of my wiggling and thrusting of my hips making my lower half rub and gyrate against his arch and sole. I could already feel myself reaching full mast as I kept up my actions, trying to focus on achieving my freedom over achieving my relief.
Letting out a groan as my length continued to slide and grind against his arch, I couldn't help but admire the softness once more. He clearly took care of his feet, otherwise this level of soft pillow-like, silky flesh was supernatural in nature.
With one last thrust, I finally managed to free myself. My body dropped down from the foot and onto the tiles below, however as soon as I did my eyes widened in realization of the danger I had unknowingly dropped myself into.
Literally.
My body now was caught up in the current of the water that was flowing off the titan, the soapy scented water now becoming a torrent that was flowing towards one destination.
The drain!
As I turned my body around from the looming drop that was pulling me ever closer, my arms frantically began to paddle as my legs kicked, desperate to defy the seemingly inevitable course I was on. I made the mistake of glancing back to see the drain coming closer and my arms thrashed harder and harder, my eyes squeezing shut as I wanted to block out the oncoming inevitability.
However a sudden sound filled my ears of something large slamming down onto the tiles made my eyes widen.
As I turned back to see what the sound was, my body was hit by a sudden wave of water that made me bob up and down as the drain had been blocked, sending water flowing back from it.
I took a moment to wipe my eyes clear from the slight sting the diluted soap caused, I could see the enormous view of the tanned foot that I had been trapped under now blocking the drain hole. Pressing down on it as my body flowed with the water towards it, I quickly took advantage of the blockage and grabbed hold of the foot with all my might. The slickened and wet flesh almost slipping out of my hands till I gripped harder and managed to pull myself up and onto it, the rising water giving me a slight advantage as I did so, walking up onto the top of the foot weakly before falling down and rolling into my back, taking several deep breaths as I struggled to regain my composure.
As I opened my eyes up fully, fighting off a resurgent sting from the soapy water, I looked above me. I could now see once again the form of the giant that I hadn't laid eyes on fully since after shrinking this morning.
However I was now seeing more of the giant stranger than I had ever before, his obvious nudeness from the shower aside, I was looking at a large and engorged member that was casting a shadow down onto my minuscule form. That sight alone was enough to destroy any rational thought I had begun to build up in my head, but adding to that was the even higher form of the giant's face, a face that was looking down at me with an expression I couldn't quite place.
Before I could even begin to try and form a sentence, the enormous booming voice of my captor turned savior spoke up first.
"WELL, WELL, WELL WHAT DO WE HAVE HERE" he exclaimed, his voice ringing out like a proclamation.
His voice wasn't the only thing that was encapsulating my attention now however.
No, it was also the smile that began to stretch it's way on the giant's face
(The End......For now)
Author's Note
Hope you enjoyed this one shot.
FetishSketches and I were discussing size scenarios and his character, and I was inspired to write this oneshot and FetishSketches also enjoyed the collabing and discussion of this fic.
And as for the ending tag line, I do have ideas to continue this. I enjoyed writing it.
