Erin stood over you, her towering figure casting a long shadow across the pavement. Her Adidas slides creaked slightly as she shifted her weight, hands on her hips. The smirk on her face grew as she studied you—no longer a fan she had to deal with, but a tiny, powerless thing at her mercy.
“Wow,” she muttered, leaning closer, her enormous face filling your vision. “You’re even more pathetic at this size. What was your plan here, huh? Bug me until I broke down and took a selfie with you? News flash, buddy—people like you are exhausting.”
You stumbled backward, trying to shout something in protest, but your tiny voice barely carried. Erin straightened up, casually flicking her hair over her shoulder. “Nope, not interested,” she said flatly. Then, without warning, she raised her foot above you.
The massive sole of her Adidas slide hovered menacingly, the tread etched into its rubber base clearly visible. Bits of dirt and debris clung to the underside, and the scent of worn rubber mingled faintly with the summer air. The soft shhh of her sock brushing against the slide echoed faintly above. You froze, staring in horror as the sheer size of it blotted out the sky.
“Honestly, I should just end this right now,” Erin mused, her voice cold. “Squish you like the little pest you are. It’d save me the trouble of having to hear another word from you.”
The slide began its descent, the shadow growing darker. The pressure of her casual strength became clear as the air around you seemed to compress. But just as the weight brushed against you, pinning you slightly, she stopped.
“Wait,” she said, her tone shifting to a wicked amusement. “That’s too easy. Why should you get out of this so quickly? I have places to be, and I could use a little entertainment.” She tapped her chin theatrically, lifting her foot away. “Better idea.”
You barely had time to process what was happening before her massive fingers plucked you off the ground. The dizzying ascent left your stomach churning, and the cool air whipped past you as she lifted you to her face. Her hazel eyes narrowed, and her lips curled into a smirk that was equal parts mocking and menacing.
“You’re coming with me, tiny. Let’s see if you’re as annoying when you’re under my foot all day.”
Before you could protest, Erin lowered you toward her slide. The black insole loomed beneath, its surface textured with faint grooves that had been worn smooth in places by her footsteps. The air was warm, carrying the faint scent of sweat and rubber, and the sock that hovered beside you bore a subtle, musky smell of well-worn fabric. Without ceremony, she dropped you onto the slide, your body landing with a soft thud on the springy material.
Erin wasted no time. Her massive socked foot loomed overhead, the fabric stretched snugly over her toes, which flexed lazily as if to taunt you. “Get comfortable,” she said with a laugh, “or don’t. Not like it matters.”
The sole of her sock descended on you, the cotton fibers rough yet slightly damp as they pressed into your tiny body. The faint smell intensified as the pressure grew, a warm, muggy mix of sweat and fabric softener filling your senses. You tried to push back or squirm free, but the sheer weight of her foot made resistance impossible.
“Aw, is it too much?” Erin mocked, sliding her foot all the way in, pinning you firmly against the insole. “You should feel lucky. Most people would kill to be this close to me.” She snickered, wiggling her toes to grind you further into the cushion. “Although I doubt they’d enjoy the smell as much as you seem to.”
The world became a blur of motion as she began to walk. Each step was a chaotic rollercoaster, the insole compressing beneath you with a loud squelch as her weight bore down. The rhythmic creak of the slide and the muffled thud of her footsteps on the pavement became a constant backdrop to your disorienting ride. The socked sole above you shifted and flexed with every movement, the heat and smell growing more oppressive the longer you stayed trapped beneath it.
During a brief pause, Erin shifted her weight onto one foot, pressing down harder on you. The pressure intensified, forcing the air from your lungs as the fibers of her sock smothered you. “Still alive down there?” she asked mockingly, rocking her foot side to side to grind you into the insole. “You’d better be. If I find a little stain when I take my shoe off, I’ll be so annoyed.”
The day dragged on, with Erin striding through the Comic-Con crowds as if nothing was amiss. Between panels and fan interactions, she’d occasionally pause to sit down and take a break, using the quiet moments to torment you further. Sliding her foot halfway out, she peered down at your tiny, disheveled form stuck to her sock.
“You look rough, tiny,” she said with mock sympathy. “Don’t tell me this is too much for you. You were so eager to follow me around earlier. What’s changed?” She tilted her foot, causing you to tumble onto the edge of the slide. Her massive fingers appeared, flicking you carelessly back into place.
“Stay put,” she ordered, slipping her foot back in. The warmth and pressure returned immediately, and she stomped lightly a few times for good measure. “Just a reminder of who’s in charge.”
The hours stretched on, the relentless motion of her walking and standing leaving you dazed and battered. During one particularly long break, she crossed her legs casually, letting the slide dangle from her toes. You were plastered to her sock, the heat and smell clinging to you like a second skin. She glanced down with a smirk.
“You’re lucky I’m feeling nice today,” she mused. “One wrong move, and…” She stomped her foot lightly against the ground, sending a shockwave through your tiny body. “Squish.”
Erin’s cruel teasing continued as the day wound down, her attitude never softening. For her, it was a game—a way to pass the time. For you, it was an inescapable nightmare beneath the unyielding weight of her socked foot. And as the sun set over the Comic-Con arena, you realized with dread that this wasn’t over yet.
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