Micro Series: The Salon

The car ride to Carly’s work was pleasant enough. I sat on my makeshift bed of tissues, surrounded by the minty smell of he inside of her purse as I listened to her sing along with the radio. She was a good driver from what I could tell, or cautious at the very least, I was able to relax as she drove us. Eventually though, her smiling face filled the sky above me as light poured in around it.

“We’re here! I’m a little early which is great, I wanna introduce you to some of the girls before I start my shift! They’re gonna love you!”

I smiled back, though I doubt Carly could tell, and I watched as her fingers descended to retrieve me. It was as gentle as she could manage with our size difference, but being plucked up by two giant human fingers, as soft as hers were, was probably something I would never fully adjust to. 

She carries me inside, each footstep thuds around me and I brace myself against the warm flesh of her palm, half sunken into the folds of her skin.

I hear the door chime go off above me as Carly enters, several women come to greet her, all of varying ages, one looks younger, fresh out of high school probably, another looks to be around the same age as Carly and myself, the third is a woman probably in her mid 30’s. They start chatting about various things, how the day’s been so far, best and worst customers so far, etc. Carly’s fingers were enclosed around me the whole time, blocking me from view at first, but eventually I hear her announce that she has a surprise for them. 

Her palm opens and the women all squeal in delight when they see me, which takes them each a second or so due to my near miniscule size. Carly basks in the excitement she’s created, eventually introducing me to the women in turn, I learn their names, the young blonde is Katie, the older brunette our age is Sarah, and the older Hispanic woman is Sylvia, she’s also the owner of the nail Salon.

I have to admit, as awkward as it is having four giant women all gawking down at me, they seemed impressed with my work, Carly having apparently shown them some of my past interviews at some point, they were fans! Gigantic, towering fans! I was flattered, and I'm glad I was too small for them to notice me blushing.

They chat about me and about the state of the world in relation to Micros for a while before Carly has to start her shift. The two younger women are in the same boat, and Carly looks down at me. 

“Wanna go back in my purse Jake? I know it’s not very exciting, but I won’t be able to keep an eye on you while I work”.

“Nonsense!” Sylvia chimes in, “I can watch him for you, if that’s alright with Jake of course?”

I look up at Sylvia who smiles warmly down at me. I nod and give a thumbs up to Carly who grins. 

“Thanks Sylvia, I owe you!”

“It’s no trouble!” Sylvia insists as I’m swapped to her giant hand. Her skin is a bit more wrinkled than Carly’s and I find myself sinking into her palm flesh up to my knees, wondering if I could take a nap here without making Sylvia uncomfortable.

“I’ll take him to my office, it’s less noisy and chaotic in there” She looks down at me. “Okay with you tiny?” She grins. Oddly enough I don’t mind the nickname, in fact, I feel my stomach do a little butterfly somersault as I look up at her. She’s very pretty, and her features are gentle and matured in the best kind of way. 

I give her a nod as she squints down and her smile widens. 

“Awesome, if you need anything you know where to find us Carly!”

“I’ll make sure to knock first when I come to get him, Sylvia” Carly jokes. Sylvia laughs along with her, but I feel my insides squirm at the implication.

***

Sylvia’s office is simple and cozy. Two chairs, one on either side of her desk where her laptop sits. I’ve learned a bit about her since she shut her door and set me on her desk in front of her. 

Apparently sometime last week Carly had mentioned that I was coming to town, and of course the topic of my interviews had come up. Since then, Sylvia had become somewhat of a fan of my work, and I sat there and listened as she talked about some of my past interviews, people she’d liked, people that had disturbed her, Micros she felt sorry for. It was honestly really nice, and I hated that I couldn’t really partake in the conversation with being plucked up and held next to Sylvia’s giant ear canal.

“There was something I was curious about though, regarding your interviews, if you’ll humor me?”

I give her an exaggerated nod to let her know that I’m game. 

She smiles awkwardly. “I guess I was just wondering...well, I feel like I sort of picked up on something, the way you write about it sometimes it just seems like maybe you’re withholding how you really feel?” She grins, embarrassed, but without picking me up I can’t move the conversation along, so she continues.

“What i’m getting at is...well...I think maybe you...like feet? Is that too bold of me to say?”

My heart feels like It could burst from my chest, and I'm sure, even with my tiny size, I looked like a tiny red bug at this point, my face felt 1000 degrees hotter than it should be. 

“It’s not like it’s that strange on it’s own, the only reason I even mention it is because, well, with the girls using their butts and their chests to store their Micros, it’s obvious right? Like, no one would question you having mixed feelings about being smothered between a girl's breasts and stuff, but the way you write about feet sometimes...am I reading too much into this?”

She laughs awkwardly and is blushing as hard as I am now. I sit there and pray she doesn’t reach for me, finding it easier to let her go on without explaining myself.

“I work around feet all the time, so in a way, I can understand where you’re coming from…” she continues, my face somehow getting hotter as she goes on, “Women...we really like to have our feet taken care of and looking pretty, I think it’s silly that anyone should feel guilty about liking them…”

My breathing is growing more rapid by the second, my chest is tight, my heartbeat is pounding in my ears as I sit there in agony, waiting on every word she speaks, wondering where Sylvia is going with this, and praying that it’s what I hope it is…

“And there were so many who hinted at wanting you down on their feet, or outright offering it when you were still normal sized, so...I guess...if you wanted, maybe…”

She clears her throat. My mouth is dry, I don’t dare move a muscle. Is this really about to happen?

“Maybe you’d want to experience it first hand? For yourself? In a safe environment?”

My jaw hangs open as I look up at her. Sylvia’s cheeks are flushed with embarrassment, and she isn’t looking at me as she speaks anymore. 

“I figured...maybe you’d want to write about it, for your blog? What it was like? From your perspective?” 

She finally looks down at me, and I take a moment to breathe, I was holding my breath without realizing it. I nod, enthusiastically. In Sylvia’s presence, and thanks to her kind words, I was able to admit it. To her, and to myself. I did want this. I’d wanted this for a long, long time.

She breathes a sigh of relief.

“Oh good, I was worried maybe I'd been wrong about the foot thing, I didn’t want to offend you but I just had to know! And if it was true, I wondered if you’d want to...right, anyway, I’m still talking about something we’ve already agreed to do because i’m nervous!”

Her laugh is shaky and I feel for her, my chest was still tight with nerves, and I was sure my legs would feel like jelly if I stood up.

“Okay!” She says, clapping her hands as if to gather herself, “Let’s do this!” She reaches for me and I feel the excitement tingle through me and down to my crotch.

“Just so you’re aware” she says as she scoots her chair away from her desk, lowering me to the floor below, “My feet are freshly pedicured and lotioned, the perks of owning a nail salon!” She giggles. 

I’m deposited onto the cold floor and I'm absolutely stunned. Sylvia’s feet have to be some of, if not the most attractive feet i’ve seen. Her nails are french tipped and pink, and they look positively appetizing as I stare at them hungrily, drinking in the sight before me greedily.

“Come on short stuff! Climb the Giantess! If you can!” Sylvia teases from high above me. She gives her toes a little wiggle and my heart skips a beat.

I set forward at a run, eager to please.

Sylvia’s flip flops are padded fabric, which means I thankfully don’t have to climb a sheer rubber surface to enjoy her feet. All around me is this wonderful scent, like cherry blossoms, no doubt it;s her lotion. It makes the climb to the peak of her flip flop that much easier and more pleasant. What a vast contrast to the odorous and sweaty feet of my former boss Inaya…

I reach the top and take a quick rest, standing and enjoying the warmth radiating from Sylvia’s sexy toes, which wiggle teasingly in front of me. 

“How’s the smell?” She asks, grinning down at me. “Do you like it?”

I exaggerate taking a deep breath so she can see and give her an enthusiastic nod, my lungs and nose fill with the scent of cherry blossoms, with a hint of natural foot odor laced underneath, combining into a hypnotic aroma. She giggles, scrunching her toes. 

“I’m glad little guy! You need some kind of reward while you climb, right?”

She scrunches her pink toes inward, digging her toenail into the pad of her flip flop. 

“Here, to make it easier on you!”

I smile and set forward, placing a hand on the giant, glossy surface in front of me, finally able to touch her feet. The surface is smooth, but with enough pressure the sweat on my hands creates a firm hold, and I begin the climb with this method. The surface beneath me changes from white to pink as I scale upwards, truly enjoying this, picturing in my mind what it must look like. I felt like a greek hero scaling a beautiful Olympian Goddess in some old myth. Sylvia would definitely be Aphrodite in my book. 

When I reach the top of her nail she lets her toes relax and the ground beneath me shifts. I hear the grind of rubber as Sylvia slides her feet out of her flip flops, retrieving them with her hand and tossing them aside. 

“Figured I'd get more comfortable, this is kind of relaxing in a weird way for me.” She says, smiling down kindly. “What did you think of my nails anyway?”

She lowers a hand down to me so I can examine her fingernails, which match her toenails, white tip with a pink highlight behind it. 

Rather than nod, I step forward and plant a tiny kiss on her fingernail. I hear her giggle and I look up at her smiling, flushed face. 

“Wow, someone likes french tips huh?”

She brings her other foot up and rests it on top of the one I'm standing on, her bare toes settle in front of me.

“Maybe a few more kisses?” She suggests. 

I eagerly lean in and press my face against the nearest toe. Her flesh is warm and soft and my face sinks into her skin, the warmth enveloping me as I plant my lips on her toe. It smells and feels like pure heaven.

This is how I spend the rest of Carly’s shift, worshipping this Giantess, dutifully planting kisses as she giggles high above me, watching me eagerly. I’d never been so upset at Carly than when she entered the office to take me home with her. 

She raised an eyebrow as Sylvia indicated her feet when she asked where I was.

“So you guys had fun then?” She asked me, looking down into her purse as we headed to her car. 

I nod in response, sad that i’d only had a few hours with Sylvia, wondering if there was a way I could see her again, my brain working rapidly on plans to do so.

“Well I’m glad, a little weirded out, but glad. So, are you ready to head home? I’ll bet you’re excited about seeing your family finally, right?”

The bliss I was still riding from my encounter with Sylvia evaporated instantly. I had forgotten about my family. 

“Well, you’ll see them soon, I’ll bet they’ll be so happy to have you home safe, finally!”

I very highly doubted that...