Sore and dirty after a week on the road, Liara wanted nothing more than to hit the baths and finally get clean. It wasn’t that she was obsessed with staying clean or anything, if she had been she would have just taken a bath in a lake or something, observers be damned. Rather, she had simply reached her limit for an allowable amount of grime, well aware that she now had a thin coating of dust across most of her skin, and that her feet in particular were several shades darker than they had been when she set out. As such, she needed to get to the baths as a matter of priority.
Still utterly oblivious to the squishy human who had become a part of the latest coating of her left sole, the redhead strode through the village and exchanged a few pleasant greetings with the other giantesses she met along the way, as well as the handful of smaller folks she saw on the higher walkways that crisscrossed above the streets. The pathways were deliberately positioned to stay out of the road of any gigantic foot traffic, though Liara still had to pay attention less she accidentally bump them with her shoulders or head. Fortunately, the villages’ residents were well use to their tiny visitors by now and while there had been problems in the past, incidents were now unknown.
In no time at all, Liara reached her own home and hurriedly dumped her bag at the door before changing direction and making a beeline for the closest baths. She twisted around on the ball of her left foot as she did so, and had her hearing been better she might have heard Jet’s scream as her body was roughly stretched across the unforgiving flesh. A few more hurried steps brought Liara to her destination, and she took a deep and relaxing breath as she pushed through the curtains and allowed her feet to press down on the warm tiles of the bathhouse, steam from the baths billowing up to surround her as a pleasant heat settled into her tired muscles and bones.
For Jet the rough ground of the village was replaced with the smoother surface of the tiles, but any benefit was easily offset by the rapidly rising heat that made it feel like she was being ironed to the sole. Worse, the increased temperature was causing the pours of Liara’s foot to open, and unleash a fresh torrent of sweat that immediately began to soak into the thief’s defenceless body. The scent of dirt was replaced with the stench of sweat, and the redhead’s weight continued to crush her.
Pleased to see that the bathhouse was mostly empty save for a couple of other giantesses on the far side, Liara wasted no time stripping off her dress and undergarments, before grabbing a bucket and moving to sit down on one of the nearby stools. This provided some slight relief for Jet as the weight pressing down on her was drastically reduced, but she now found herself pressed down into a puddle of water, which was rising up to fill the gaps around her and restricting her breath. Whereas before the sole had lifted and fallen continuously, now it was pressed flat against the tiles, and the tiny thief tried desperately to struggle, less she suffocate beneath this oblivious woman.
Heedless to the dangerous situation beneath her left foot, Liara filled the bucket with water from the nearby tap and then upended it over her own head, shivering slightly as the cooler water ran over her skin before grabbing a nearby wash cloth. The fresh wave pooled around her feet and threatened to drown Jet once and for all, but she was saved at the last moment as her prison rose from the floor and was flipped over the face its owner. Saved from one potential fate that was, only to be plunged into one that may have been even worse as the redhead started to clean her feet.
Having decided to start her wipe down from the bottom and work her way up, Liara didn’t hesitate to drive the momentarily clean cloth into the layers of grime that had accumulated across the ball of her left foot, frowning slightly at the chunks of dirt and bits off greenery that came free and showered down on the tiles below. She knew it had gotten bad down there, but this was frankly even worse than she had expected, and the feeling of it all mixing with her sweat was distinctly less than pleasant. Thankfully a few firm scrubs removed the majority of the detritus, and she was able to move to cleaning the remainder of her foot, scrubbing the cloth along the step and heel, and then driving it between each of her toes to remove the grime that had accumulated there as well. Had she taken a closer look at the cloth in that moment, she may have just barely been able to see Jet’s twisted body stuck to the cloth as she scoured the unlucky thief all over her sole.
Though the immediate threat to her life had been removed, Jet couldn’t help but wonder if death would have been preferable to this torment. She’d gone from being crushed beneath one part of a dirty foot, to being grinded into ever filthy inch of it, an endless torrent of sweat and grime smeared across her face and forced down her throat. Tears came to her eyes, mixing with the rest of the muck surrounding her, and bringing her no mercy as Liara simply switched her attention to her other foot, carrying Jet to the sole she hadn’t yet met and making sure they became well acquainted.
Once she was satisfied that her feet were sufficiently clean, Liara quickly moved to clean her arms, legs, shoulders and torso, rubbing her tiny prisoner over every inch of her body as she hummed a pleasant little tune and revelled in the feeling of all the dust being scrubbed away. By the time she reached her armpits Jet was wishing she could go back to drowning beneath this woman’s feet, unable to do anything to defend herself as her face was scrapped over the sweaty pits and her screams muffled into obscurity by the putrid nectar. A week’s worth of dried moisture was set free by the wet cloth, and it seemed like every last drop of it was pouring into the thief.
Still not done with her unintentional torture, Liara lent forward and lifted her large butt from the stool, bringing the cloth and its passenger around to face the twin moons of her rear before forcing Jet into them face-first. The shortness of her dress meant that most times when she sat on the ground her cheeks would press into the dirt directly, so the redhead took her time thoroughly scrubbing every inch of her derriere, and the cloth had become almost black by the time she pulled it away. She finished by bringing the now thoroughly used fabric up to her chest and wiping off all of the dirt and sweat that had accumulated beneath her breasts and within the depths of her cleavage, plunging the cloth in and out of her cleavage as she made sure to clean every last bit of flesh.
It was only after several minutes of cleaning that Liara finally judged herself fresh enough to enter the baths proper, dumping one last bucket of water over her head and running her fingers through her hair to remove the twigs that had gotten caught in the flowing locks. She scrunched the cloth up in her hands, wringing it out to remove as much of the accumulated grime as possible before dumping it next to her bucket and leaving both for the next person to enter the baths as she rose from her seat and strode towards the main baths, where she planned to join the existing bathers.
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