My name is Aidan. I am a dwarf. But in the eyes of the female giant ERER, I am hardly even considered a "being", at most I am just a breathing, somewhat uncomfortable ornament.

Right now, I am lying beneath her giant sneakers. Precisely speaking, it's between the sole of the shoes and the smooth wooden floor. The entire world has been compressed into a huge, textured white rubber dome, with a few specks of outside dust and a fallen leaf on it. The air is hot, filled with a complex and rich smell of fresh rubber and some kind of refreshing agent, not unpleasant but extremely oppressive.

The vibrations came.

First, there was a slight adjustment, that giant foot??ed above me? as if searching for the most comfortable position. I could hear the dull sound of fabric rubbing overhead? and ERER's possible light laughter when looking at the screen. Then? the weight truly descended.

It wasn't a sudden drop? but a slow? firm? and irresistible pressure. The huge sole's grooves - those designed for slip resistance - deeply embedded themselves into my leather armor on my back? squeezing my ribs and the air in my lungs. I groaned? my vision went bl*ck? and I felt my bones crying out? trying to resist this pressure beyond their comprehension. Every slight movement of her foot? even just the curling of her toes? was like an earthquake for me? a dislocation and friction of all my bones.

"Bump? Bump!"

She began to stomp rhythmically? perhaps following some kind of musical beat. Every time she lifted her foot? light and slightly fresher air would briefly enter? every time she dropped it? it was like the collapse of the sky and the earth? a deafening darkness and roar. My world was left with this repetitive? cruel rhythm? and the increasingly clear imprint of my body's outline on the sole of the shoes. Sweat? dust? perhaps even a hint of humiliating moisture? soaked my clothes? sticking to my skin and the cold sole.

I don't know how long it was before the weight moved away.

The bright light made me narrow my eyes. A huge shadow descended? and ERER bent over. Her fingers? each like one of our dwarves' beams? held the back of the sneakers. With a sound of fabric and skin rubbing against each other? the white giant that had ruled my world for so long was removed.

Then? another world.

First? I saw the heel wrapped in a light gray c*tton sock? as big as a mountain. At the top of the sock? the outline of the toes was faintly visible. Then? this foot wearing the sock? with an????????? slowly fell towards me.

Closer? the sense of oppression was even more... vivid. The texture of the c*tton fabric was clearly visible? and even felt the warmth belonging to a living giant within it. When the warm? soft sole (through the sock) c*mpletely covered me? it was a c*mpletely different experience from the rubber sole. The pressure was still huge? but more "organic"? allowing me to feel the weight and contours beneath the flesh. Especially when her toes accidentally curled and pressed against my side? the feeling was indescribable.

She seemed to enjoy this direct contact? gently rolling her foot. The warmth p*ssed through the c*tton sock? followed by a faint? not very strong but definitely present? slightly salty smell? mixed with the faint fragrance of the c*tton fabric after washing. This smell made me more aware of my situation - a tiny being conquered? covered? and used by the giant's foot.

Finally? she lifted her foot.

I collapsed in place? almost unable to move. On the floor? a "human shape" was clearly marked by dust? sweat stains? and my body outline? next to the discarded white sneakers with slightly steaming shoe openings. On me? there were crisscrossing red imprints from the sole's grooves? and a blurry warmth from the texture of the c*tton sock.

ERER stood up, barefoot on the other foot, and walked towards the other end of the room, showing no concern for my presence. I lay within my "mark", looking at the towering figure's back, knowing that when she wanted to rest, I, or like me, a "carpet", would once again enter a new round of "use".

This is my daily life, struggling to survive beneath the feet of the giants.

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