You had lived the life of a goon for practically every major criminal organization you could think of. From AIM and Hydra to even the Serpent Society, you had been given your fair share of chaotic experiences. Things always started with you working manual tasks such as hauling radioactive fuels or weapons across their facilities; but they'd all inevitably lead into you working as cannon fodder to give their bosses time to fight back or escape rival organizations or heroes trying to thwart their plans. You watched so many of your comrades fall as a result and you had gone through many close calls yourself. Your last operation had been under Baron Zemo and that cluster fuck of a day ended with nearly every avenger busting through to brutalize anyone in range. Thankfully, through enough cowering in a corner and praying to whatever gods would listen, you managed to live through and walk out without ever being noticed. That was months ago and you had since given up on the idea of working for others. It just wasn't worth it. You knew that you were capable of so much more, so before ditching the big bad groups, you worked to snag some vital equipment from them all. A cloaking bracelet from Hydra and thermal radio from AIM allowed you to spend weeks spying on a smaller Avengers research facility that had been built through the combined efforts of Hank Pym and Tony Stark. Your bracelet kept you out of sight, while the radio gave you a visual of who was actively in the building, all the while granting you access to their own radio chatter. There were all sorts of new gadgets being worked on in there, but one that caught your attention the most was some kind of new suit. Given how amazingly powerful any suit was in the Avengers, you viewed this as the ticket you needed to step your game up. If you could gain the power of just one Avenger, you'd be able to go after greater targets and soon enough, you'd answer to nobody.
You waited until one eventful night where every single Avenger was clear of the facility. You rushed in as fast as possible, being crafty enough to study the keycards and piece together a knock off to open the doors without any issue. You knew there were cameras, but the cloak would help keep it to where they'd get a thermal reading at best. One by one, you walked the halls until you made it into the room that housed the suit. It was still a prototype and had no fancy color design. It was practically a grey onesie, but with some of the greatest minds responsible for its creation, you were confident that it would be good enough to work with. Alas, you had half-assed your research on the suit. If you had managed to just look a tad to your left and read even the briefest description that was displayed beside the suit, you'd have never gone through with this plan. The entire purpose of this prototype was to transfer pym particles to those who made contact with it. The idea was to essentially convert any physical attack into a pathway for the suit to quickly render the threat harmless. Millions of nanobots, courtesy of Stark Industries, were coded to register any form of physical, organic contact and deliver a microscopic injection. Very few biosignatures were able to work without being affected and you were most certainly not one of them. The second you touched it, Pym Particles were sent through your fingers and surged throughout your body.
In just one second, you had halved in size, the next second bringing you down to just two feet tall. The sudden change in size had you panicking and stumbling back until you knocked into the base of a soft, spinning chair. You then further shrank to just half a foot and desperately clung to the chair with your legs kicking below. You were on the verge of falling and your mind could hardly keep up with what was going on. As you tried to pull yourself up, you further shrank until you were just a few inches tall. You were on the very edge of the chair now and stumbled forth, only to fall flat on your stomach as you shrunk again. Finally, you'd come to a stop at roughly half a millimeter tall. It took a few moments to gather your thoughts, your mind racing as you got up onto your feet. All around you lay a black leather field which made up the actual seat of the chair. It likely stretched on for miles and here you were in an absolute nightmare of a scenario. You cursed it all as you looked back to where the suit had been. It now looked like a distant monument the size of a city that had been separated by an ocean's worth of floor below. To make matters worse, your gear had failed to shrink with you and was now just lying across the floor next to the suit. Not only were you now without the suit, but the Avengers would no doubt figure out what happened. You wouldn't have too much time to stress over your fuck up however as the door to the room opened up.
It was Janet, AKA The Wasp, who walked in. She was in her black and yellow costume which looked to be in pretty poor condition. From slight tears to scuffs and bits of dirt, Janet had been through one hell of a day. The Avengers had been particularly busy and she had been forced to solo a heist involving both Whiplash and Chemistro. From answering the call to the fight itself and then waiting for S.H.I.E.L.D. agents to bring them in, it had taken the better part of her day, but as much as she wanted to just go home, take a shower, and sleep, she had promised to come check up on this place for Hank first. As boring a task as it was, he was insistent on there being at least one check up per day on all the facility's projects. With this proto-suit being of greater importance, she decided to start with this room. She briefly looked the suit over, noticing nothing out of the ordinary outside of a couple gadgets that were laid out on the floor. It was a bit unusual for Hank to leave a mess, but she shrugged and grabbed a hold of a nearby tablet. Said tablet was meant to keep tabs on the suit and record anything that happened with it. With a tired sigh, she made her way over to a leather seat that was looking like the perfect place to rest her tired self.
The presence of an actual Avenger was enough to put you on high alert, but the more concerning detail was just how much larger Janet was looking with every step she took toward the chair. Even if you wanted to have her help with your current situation, you weren't too confident on that being an option as it would easily take days to even reach her ear or eyes on your own. Your time to plan a solution for yourself would come to an abrupt pause as Jan closed the distance. Her upper thighs made up the entirety of your front view and you couldn't even see the rest of her as the skirt of her suit stuck outward just enough. What you could see was how Janet turned around and presented you with the view of her ass, clad tight in black spandex. Her butt was already large enough to catch wandering eyes at normal size, but now she stood with each cheek being large enough to eclipse a city. The back end of her suit had evidently wedged far up between her cheeks, lost in an abyss of crack that had you blushing. The real jaw dropper however was that there were several slight tears throughout this part of the suit. You could actually see some glimpses of her bare skin. It was difficult not to stare, though your ogling eyes would go wider than ever as the ample rear started to lower at immense speeds. The realization on where you were hit hard as Janet nonchalantly dropped her full weight onto the chair. You didn't even have time to try and step back or vainly dodge. Her butt crashed down into the seat with such heft that it completely winded you and pinned you beneath her right cheek. You could not move whatsoever, let alone breathe as you were pressed further and further into the cushion with Janet's natural weight being more than enough to dig in a groove without even trying.
Jan of course had no clue of his situation, her focus on the tablet she was scrolling through. She'd occasionally shift her hips, further digging her butt into the cushion as she read through the tablet's data. You would get to feel the whole width of her cheek wipe across your body, all the while smothering you down with enough weight to practically flatten you. It actually felt as though you were getting thinner the more she moved, like her butt was actively kneading you into a more manageable speck of dough to bend and reshape. You were given very few opportunities to breathe, though any air you did manage was instantly squeezed right back out. She was both relentless and clueless to the strain she put you through, but that was to be expected with something smaller than an ant caught beneath so much rump. Her butt would continue to grind him down for nearly five minutes and while the unbearable pressures of her ass had you feeling like you were going to break at any moment, you were more so surprised to have not suffocated. Still, it was becoming a lot for your little body to handle and you quickly found yourself light headed. Just before you could find some peace in knocking out however, Janet shifted once more. Your body was dragged to the side and in an instant, all the weight vanished.
Jan had unknowingly sent your body to now lined up with the crack of her suit. The space between her cheeks was nigh unnoticeable, but for someone so insignificant in size, the space was enough for you to actually move. You even had enough space to sit up and finally breathe. You'd quickly come to notice the cons with this as the stench of stale, sweaty ass flooded your nose. It was all you could smell. Breathing through your mouth wasn't all that better as you could actually taste faint hints of whatever odors brewed past her cheeks. Not long after being left in such a smelly position did you notice the difference in warmth. Without all that distracting, crushing weight, it was easier to tell just how much heat was coming off of Janet's body and you soon found yourself breaking into a sweat. Desperate to get away from such an unpleasant situation, you got onto your hands and knees to cautiously crawl in search of an exit. With it being practically pitch black beneath her, you had to feel for it, but no matter which direction you went, you'd find yourself pressing against a firm wall. Unfortunately for you, Janet's ass made for an airtight seal, so until she deemed otherwise, you'd be spending your time under the swamp that brewed above.
Many more minutes would pass with you basting in her butt air, all the while Janet enjoyed her chance for rest. Everything with the suit seemed to be in order, but just as she was about to wrap things up, she tilted her head in confusion as she read that the suit's injection feature had been activated. She then looked at the still hung up suit that didn't seem to have gone anywhere and then switched to the camera footage. After a few minutes of speeding through the recording, Janet's eyes widened up at the sight of some stranger sneaking in. She couldn't help but scoff at their dumb attempt to grab the suit, but gasped as she watched the intruder shrink on the very seat she was on. In an instant, she both leapt off the chair and shrunk herself down. Now roughly an inch tall, Jan flew across the ass shaped groove in the cushion until she spotted the tiny you that was lying flat across the center of where her booty had been. Even Janet was a bit surprised to see just how small you had gotten and adjusted to reduce her size to yours. As soon as she did, she gagged. Her humid backside had embedded its smell into the seat and she could hardly tolerate it, having to plug her nose as she approached you. She then cringed at the sight. Foul as it was, you were desperately taking in air now that it wasn't purely being filtered through a giant butt. What grossed her out more however was the fact that you were practically glistening in what she initially assumed to be just your sweat. Further glance showed a damp spot dozens of times his size and Janet couldn't help but to feel embarrassed at the idea that her ass had left such a mark. Repressing the reminder that she desperately still needed to shower, she flew close and hovered just over you. You had been so fixated on catching your breath that the sight of her startled you. You practically jumped up onto your feet and backed up a bit, expecting things to only get worse now that she knew you were here. Then again, her noticing you was likely your best bet to getting back to normal.
"Alright buddy, what's the big… or, small idea? You just felt like coming in to steal? Looks like things didn't work out. You're lucky I even bothered to check the cameras, otherwise you'd still be buried under my butt! Though, with what you're gonna wind up charged with, you probably would've deserved it." You simply huffed at her remark, not even wanting to imagine another second under her. Janet on the other hand pressed a gloved hand to her temple and sighed. This was supposed to be a simple stop before heading home, but now she had to deal with fixing this guy, figuring out how he breached security, then report to Hank about it, AND get in contact with S.H.I.E.L.D. to lock him up. She'd then still have to come back here to continue the facility check up. "Ya know what? Screw that! I've been out working my butt off the whole day and I'm not about to go back out there and skip my beyond deserved break because some random nobody decided to try his luck. Here's what's gonna happen. You're not going to jail today. Today, you get to come home with me!"
Unamused to hear your questions or complaints, Janet flew back and started to grow until she was back to her normal height. Her colossal size was enough to shut you up. "Of course I still have a few errands to run around here, so you'll have to come with." It was a bit challenging, but all her time spent in different sizes made it fairly simple for her to track where you were now. Seeing you still stuck in the sweaty center of her ass crater was still kinda gross to her, but given the circumstances, she slowly started to smile. "Sorry, I shouldn't be so harsh. How could you have known that you'd wind up so small? Must've been pretty tough handling something so big. You're probably pretty tired yourself. On account of soaking up some ass sweat, you also look like you could use a bath. Don't worry. I'm not cruel enough to have you traveling without a chance to clean up. Here~" Janet then suddenly leaned forth and bent her knees until her face was just a few inches above you. Her lips then puckered out. Before you could question why, a viscous wad of spit the size of a great lake shot out and slammed right onto you. You were immediately forced onto your back and then submerged beneath the overwhelming mass of saliva. Your body was sent into an uncontrollable swirl as Janet's spit dispersed and seeped into the chair's cushion. It was impossible to see through so much liquid and you'd inevitably find yourself choking down a couple mouthfuls as your body craved to take in an unreachable source of air.
You wouldn't have to suffer long in her spit though as the majority got lost into the cushion, finally granting you the chance to poke your head out and get an actual breath of air. That breath was swiftly followed up by the incoming meteor that was Janet's index finger. The titanic digit hit you dead on and smashed you back into the cushion. Then, with seemingly no care for your comfort, she dragged the finger across the seat and then lifted her finger off. The pressure and saliva worked to stick you to the yellow clad digit and join it as she brought it up to eye level. "See? I'm honestly being too generous for someone like you. Anywho, I don't wanna be here much longer. Maybe you can go ahead and think of a way to thank me while you're tucked away~" Then, without even giving you the time to wonder what she meant, she pulled back the left cup of her suit and plunged her finger in. You'd feel yourself being scrubbed against the upper half of her left breast, wheezing the entire way down as you looked to refill the air being squeezed from you. Alas, all you'd get is a mouthful of salty sweat. The ride down her tit only stopped as you were pressed into the smoother, squishier skin of her nipple. Janet then pulled back her finger and let her suit snap back into place. The black spandex that typically covered her breast slapped into your back with such force that it had you screaming into her subtle skin. Her suit was naturally skin tight and left you only enough space to sink further into the flesh of her nipple. If you weren't soaked in titty sweat and constantly being squeezed, it may have been a half decent experience to be touching such an intimate area, but Janet had no intent on making this an easy time for you.
With her passenger secured, she wrapped up in the room and proceeded to make her way throughout the rest of the facility. That meant going through a dozen halls and dozens of rooms where she'd make sure that everything was in order. Every step had you bouncing along with her breast, unable to move one bit. Things only got tighter as you frantically tried to scream out in protest. While inaudible, you managed the slightest tingle. Janet already found your position to be extremely amusing and that was the icing needed to get her feeling a few goosebumps. The smooth, soft skin you had been pressed against slowly stiffened and after just a few minutes of her walking around, her now hardened nipple was jamming into your little body with such immeasurable force. It was as though it were trying to pierce you through her suit, but had to settle for smothering you as much as possible. While being flattened between spandex and nipple, quite possibly the worst part for you was just how much she kept talking. Jan was definitely one of the greatest shit talking heroes to exist and she made sure to demean you with her every other breath. One minute you'd get something along the lines of "Imagine being so stupid as to break in here. You know that we're the Avengers?" Then two minutes later hear "Can barely even feel you in there. That's pretty pathetic."
Both demoralizing and annoying, her banter only added to the torment as you had to listen to her while getting beat up by her tit for an entire hour. By the time she pulled back on her suit, you were half conscious and plastered to her nipple like a tattoo. It didn't take much though for her to simply pinch you off. You only had a few seconds to take in the lack of pressure, only to have two colossal fingers squeezing you tight. She then let go and your weak and pummeled body fell onto a soft surface. You couldn't quite tell what you were on, but as you looked around, you noticed distant couches, tables, and a kitchen that told you this was some kind of lounge area. You had actually been dropped right atop the lounge's ottoman and before you stood your towering captor who waved with a smirky smile. "I'm done with what I had to do here, so we're going to head out soon. Only thing is that I don't really feel like having you pressed up against my boob the whole way. The more I think about it, the more I don't think you deserve the luxury. Besides, I thought of a way more secure place for the likes of you."
You watched Janet's titanic figure walk to the couch that the ottoman belonged to and sit down. She then slipped out of her boots and gave you a brief glimpse of her once white socks, now grey and soaked in sweat. As fun as it was for her to see you cringing at the sight, she too was grossed out as she pinched and peeled the socks off until both feet were free to bask in the cooler air of the room. Each foot glistened in a hefty layer of sweat. You could actually see droplets of sweat, each larger than you, trickling down the length of her sole until they broke off from her heel and hit the floor below. Janet's eyes then bulged out as she recoiled in disgust of a ripe odor coming off her feet. "Yeesh, that reeks!" She waved her hand toward her feet to try and direct the foul air elsewhere, succeeding as she wafted a torrent of funk your way. Mild as the wind was, you nearly fell over. The moment you took in a breath, your nose was filled with the tainted stench of her foot that had you gaging as you tried your hardest to cover your face and block out the air. At the very least, it only lasted a few dreadful seconds as Janet gave up on that effort and instead grabbed one of her boots. She leaned forth and dropped it down beside you. Just as you had ridden yourself free of her aerial assault, you were hit with a funk forty times as potent. The opening to Janet's boot had landed just a couple of inches away from you and the sheer musk that radiated from it was enough to send you to your hands and knees. You broke into a coughing fit, your eyes watering as you tried to crawl away from the boot.
"You're going the wrong way little guy. I didn't just take my boots off for fun. Start crawling the other way and get into my boot before I shove you in there myself." She was insane to think that you'd willingly head closer to the source of such a horrid smell. You ignored her and continued to move away, but came to a stop as she stood up and slammed her bare foot just an inch in front of you. She stomped down with such force that it actually launched you off the ottoman. You'd flail in the air for two seconds before coming to a hard landing atop Janet's big toe nail. The impact knocked the wind out of you and had you aching as you got up.
"How about you listen to some friendly advice? I know that it stinks, but I'm the only one that knows you even exist, so getting on my bad side wouldn't really be that smart. With that in mind, I want you to apologize to me and stuff that stupid little face of yours right here~" She then smiled and pointed a finger right between her two biggest toes. Each toe was large enough to bury your body tens, maybe hundreds of times over. They were also all equally coated in a layer of sweat and highly responsible for much of the actual stink that was currently corroding your sense of smell. You couldn't believe what you were hearing. This was quite possibly the worst thing you had ever smelled in your life and she was telling you to get even deeper into the source of it all?! You looked up at her with bewildered eyes, tears streaming down your cheeks as you shook your head from side to side and covered your mouth and nose in an effort to filter some of the funk out. "You don't have to listen, but that makes me think about how I don't have to take you to prison ever and can keep you as a permanent resident in my boot. How'd you like to spend the rest of your life as my toejam?" She spoke so sternly, her smile shifting to a scowl as her eyes stabbed into yours. Given how rough she had already been, you knew this to be anything but a bluff.
You reluctantly started to shift yourself toward the side edge of her toe nail and then slid your way down the side of her big toe. Much to your distraught, your body worked as a wipe to soak up whatever sweat was on her skin. By the time you actually reached the base of her toe, you had essentially become a sweat drop that slapped onto the ottoman in defeat. Once the sweat settled itself into the surface, you were left soaked in a new coat of stink that you tried to wipe off. After realizing the futility of it all, you sighed and looked to the canyon of space between Janet's toes. The air was already so stuffy and yet he had roughly a mile long trek from the tips of her toes to the smelly crevice between them. Not having many other options, you started to move along. "Haha! That's what I thought, loser." Janet's lips slowly curled back into a smile as she watched you make your way over. It took a while at your size, but Janet didn't mind the wait so long as it involved you voluntarily scurrying further. And that you did until coming to a pause as you had made it roughly halfway in. On either end lay colossal, skyscraper-like toes that were already enough to send shivers down your back, but more bothersome was how strong and heavy the air had gotten. Every breath came with such strain as the smell of her toes burrowed into your lungs and lingered in your nostrils. You wanted to back up so badly, your body feeling as though it was being poisoned, but your fear for something worse led you to press on. Minute after minute, the smell grew worse, all the while the air was becoming more humid. It almost felt as though you were making your way through a dense fog with moist air staining your every pore.
It was such a gross sensation and it only got harder to move as the minutes went on. Thirty minutes would go by with you finally bumping into something soft and wet. You looked on to see that you had finally made it as deep as you could with a wall of flesh before you. Bits of dirtied lint decorated the skin. The air was so concentrated now, you were shaking, forcing yourself to resist the urge to turn and flee. Though you had clear instructions, you had already made contact with her skin. You hoped that she'd be unable to notice the difference, but when you looked back up to her, she merely raised a brow as if wondering what you were waiting for. You knew what she was expecting and while the idea sickened you, you wanted this to be over. You closed your eyes, held your breath and pressed your face into the humid skin. All of your senses were now submerged in a blanket of fleshy nastiness. You lasted about two seconds before jumping back and retching. Though your face no longer touched it, her skin had left its mark on yours. The muskiest parts of her sweat were now stuck to your forehead, eyes, cheeks, and lips. It was so horrid, but no matter how much you tried to wipe it off, you only seemed to further smear it into yourself. The display was enough to have Janet giggling up above, her booming amusement only working to make you hate this all the more.
"That was good, but since you're already there, how about you do me a favor and give me a lick?" That was enough to fully shake you out of your existing disgust and glare up at her in disbelief. "What? Did you not hear me? I had to wait half an hour for you to scuttle your bug body over for you to barely do anything in there. You could've run, shown some effort, but noOoOo. A girl can only wait so long and since you took your sweet time, you have more to do to make up for it. If you have a problem with that, please let me know now. All this waiting has given me the time to think of so many more things for you outside of toejam~"
You bit your tongue, wanting to curse her out. All you had to do was what she asked for now. The day may not have turned out as you had hoped, but there was still potential for you to either find a way to escape later or go to actual prison. So long as you could please this bratty hero, this would all be temporary. And so, you stuck your tongue out and pushed forth. The moist air wasted no time in clinging to your taste buds, giving you some funky flavors to soak up before you even touched her skin. The second you did was the second you regretted ever waking up this morning. A salty brine, warm and sticky to the touch, clung to your tongue. Though you had hardly put any force into touching the sickly skin there was plenty of sweat ready to seep out and use your tongue like a bridge. You were still in the process of just poking and you could already see and feel a trickle of her sweat running down your tongue and into the back of your throat. You wheeped, gagging and then choking as some of the fluid got into your lungs. Still, you persisted through your discomfort and tears and dragged your tongue up across the steamy surface. You wanted to scream, but kept going until you had licked up a whole mouthful of sweat and lint. "Swallow."
Her words had your skin turn pale, but you went ahead and brought your tongue back into your mouth and sealed your lips. You could feel the fuzziness of her sock lint brushing against your inner cheeks, her vile sweat coating every inch of your tongue. You looked up, pleading with your eyes for her to either change her mind or look away so you could spit everything out and vomit, but Janet only sighed with impatience. Hoping you hadn't pissed her off, you swallowed. As the blend of lint and sweat moved down your throat, your whole body twitched in disgust. You fell to your knees, shaking your head as you tried to find your composure. It was almost embarrassing for Janet to see just how gross her toes must've been to get such a reaction, but it was really more so just funny. "Eh, close enough. Anyway, I'm kinda sick of feeling so dirty. My clothes are literally sticking to my skin, so it's time to head home." Her words sparked hope as you assumed that you'd finally get to be rid of this terrible place, but without warning, she pinched her toes. In an instant, you were smashed flat between her two largest toes, only able to wheeze as she squeezed with enough force to render you immobile. What made things worse was that you were being squeezed by the sides of your face, in particular, your cheeks. This specific pressure forced your lips to pucker out and welcome in a fresh stream of sweat that splashed across your body and into the awaiting funnel that was your mouth. In mere seconds, you'd find yourself swallowing mouthful after mouthful of her salty sweat and when her toes finally separated, your body remained stuck to the inner crevice you had been stuck licking earlier.
You groaned, trying to will yourself to move. Janet meanwhile grabbed her socks, still well drenched in her sweat and slipped them on. You were suddenly encased in darkness and an all new layer of rank air as Janet's socks had been soaking up her sweat and stink for hours. The process of actually putting her socks on had been a slight effort with her having to tug several times to get the damp fabric over her feet. All that movement was enough to shake you off her skin where you'd fall into the wet hammock that was her sock just in time to get sandwiched between the wet fabric and ball of her foot. This time, your back rested against her skin with the front half of your body sinking deep into the wet cotton. It was like a sponge full of so much sweat that it threatened to drown you. She then slipped her sock clad feet into her yellow boots and hopped off the couch. The immeasurable weight that was Janet slammed into your back and forced your face into both sock and inner boot. The pain was unbearable, unlike anything you had ever endured under your years working with some of the most dangerous villains to exist. Janet on the other hand hated how it felt to be back in her boots. Her feet already had so much sweat coming off them and now she had to feel a whole puddle's worth being squeezed out from both her socks and the insoles of her boots. The sensation sent shivers down her spine, but she figured that she could at least air them out a bit on her flight home.
Janet then began to shrink so she could better access her wings, only to stop at roughly half an inch tall as she could now feel your body stretching out both sock and boot. She had completely forgotten that you wouldn't shrink along with her, your body now comparatively as large as her foot. Even now, you could barely bring yourself to move, but managed to get your head to turn to the side to avoid any more time being pressed into her sock. Her heel pressed firmly against your lower legs, your waist and torso lost beneath the arch and ball of her foot. Your head of course was luckiest of all as it was wedged deep between her toes. A bit curious, Janet gave your skull a squeezing with all her toes practically massaging your hair, neck and face. "Huh, guess I didn't think this through. Oh well, I'm sure you're cool if I walk us there, right?" She then ceased her toe scrunching and grew back to her normal size, her feet landing with a heavy thud. Her change in size had given you the slightest bit of room to move, though it was more of a freefall that resulted in you being positioned right under her heel as she landed. The impact was enough to knock you out, but you'd only know the pleasures of sleep for about five seconds as sweat continued to squeeze out from her sock and engulf you. With the awful fluid clogging your throat and lungs, you woke up to drowning as Janet took her first step. You'd feel weightless for a moment, then be freed of your suffocation when her foot stomped back onto the floor. Both air and sweat were shot out your mouth and nose, leaving you a sputtering mess the next time she stepped forth.
Her second step had you experiencing the same thing, your body fading out of consciousness only to wake up during her next stride with a mouthful of sweat. By the time she took her twelfth step, it had become more of a 50/50 on whether or not you'd pass out. On the steps that you didn't, you had to keep your mouth shut and just wait to feel your face smashed into her heel once more. Desperate, you even made a few attempts to call out and have her stop, but she couldn't even hear you. Any pleas were swiftly met with more sweat or being crushed again like the bug you had become. "I gotta say, even with you learning to listen, I'm not so sure I want to get rid of you. Having a tiny toy at my feet feels pretty good." You didn't even know how to respond. It was already so difficult to do anything other than drown and get stomped on, yet those words had your heart skipping several beats. You couldn't bring yourself to imagine even another day stuck with Jan, but after enduring so much, you remained optimistic that it would all be over soon. Little did you know that what felt like an utter eternity in her boots had barely even been five minutes as Jan finally made her way out of the facility. If Janet were being honest, she couldn't even feel you anymore and didn't even know where you were besides somewhere under her foot, but that was enough to keep her content. "Ok, sooooo… shoot. I don't know if I've ever walked here before. I think it's just a few miles Eastish? Oh well, I'm sure I'll figure it out. In the meantime, try to get used to things down there~"
Thus led to the longest five hours of your life as you endured step after step, your body getting flatter every time she slammed her heel into you. Her feet continued to produce fresh, hot sweat as well, making sure you had plenty to soak in and swallow up as you became one with her foot. When Janet finally made it to her apartment and stepped through the front door, she grumbled with a pout. Funny as it was for her to spend the day looking for her way home on foot, it had led to her feeling exhausted and disgusting. It wasn't even fun for her anymore to know you were under. Her hair was drenched and draped across her face and her costume was hot and heavy with sweat soaked into every fiber. It was absolute bliss to be welcomed into her home by the refreshing air conditioner. You of course got no reprieve as the cool outer air could not make its way past the hot flesh of her foot. Not wanting to spend another second in such a yucky state, Janet made her way over to the bathroom. Along the way, she tossed her boots and gloves to the floor. Each continued step with her socks left behind a wet imprint of her sole, but Jan actually felt herself cooing in comfort. Her feet were so tired, so hot from all the walking, that even with her socks on, it felt incredible to step across the cold tile. Up until now, your body felt as though it were being boiled alive under her, but even a mite like you could find some mild appreciation for the drastic shift in temperature that came with the tile, though her sock did a lot to minimize the difference for you. Jan went on to remove her head gear, then shimmy out from the rest of her costume. Last was her socks that she peeled off and dropped to the floor. She was about to step on into the tub, but then remembered you and looked to see where you were. It didn't take long for her to find your body compressed flat against her heel as though you were just another layer of her skin. She couldn't even see your face as it was well buried with the rest of your body glistening from her sweat. Then came the smell that had her actually retching as she looked at your nasty little body. "Ew." She instantly regretted dropping her gloves as she used her pinky nail to scrape you off her heel. You really did look like some scummy bit of filth to her and she honestly couldn't be bothered to deal with you right now. All that mattered at this moment was that she got herself cleaned up. That being said, she wasn't about to risk a dumb little bug like yourself catching any further glances of her slick, nude body; so without a second thought, she smeared your body between her pinky and thumb until you lay a battered, tired mess on the tip of her thumb. She then used her free hand to hold out the opening to one of her socks and flicked you inside. You'd tumble across the soggy fibers, getting caught within an especially large web of lint where all you could see, feel, and taste was the rancidness of Jan's foot. She then dropped the sock and left you to further marinate while she went on to enjoy a long overdue shower.