Vaggie's Long Day

Vaggie was having a rough shift, having to do the work of two people since Charlie had taken the day off. After hours upon hours on her feet, bustling about the hotel to keep everything in order, she finally had a moment to rest and slunk into the employee lounge. Kicking off her steaming boots and peeling off her sweat-soaked socks, she plopped down onto a stool and rested her aching feet on the table. Still slick with sweat and emanating a pungent odor, she was just glad nobody else was around to complain as she gave them a much needed airing out. Unbeknownst to her though someone else was in the room, her girlfriend Charlie had been shrunken to the size of a bug and was embedded in the slimy sole of her clueless lover's foot. Early that morning she had caught Alastor planting micro-demons in her shoe, and had reamed into the still grinning demon about his callous treatment of living beings. She went on to say that the rest of the staff had no issue showing the tinies common courtesy as she had instructed, which made the radio demon burst into genuine laughter.  Pleased with the chance to show Charlie how naïve she was being, he used his magic to shrink her down to the size of said micro-demons, before sneaking in and dropping her onto the floor of Vaggie's bedroom. Furious at Alastor and eager to get back to her normal size, as soon as Charlie saw Vaggie start groggily getting out of bed she began shouting and waving her arms for her girlfriends attention. After a moment Vaggie's eye focused onto the chirping speck below her, and a look of pure disgust crossed her face...

"Eugh, you pathetic insects are bad enough skittering about the hallways, but I'm not having any of you infesting my damn room! Now die under my foot you worthless speck, it's all you're good for!" 

Charlie was too shocked to move, and stood slack jawed as the massive grey foot of the woman she loved glided above her, before slamming down with a heartless stomp, the irate giantess twisting and grinding a bit for good measure. A real micro-demon would have splattered across her sole by this point, but the princess of Hell was sturdier than she looked. She spent the day festering in the humid interior of Vaggie's sock and boot, coming to grips with her girlfriends true feelings on tinies. She was offended and angry at first, but the longer she spent smothered into Vaggie's foot without her even noticing, the more humiliated and pathetic she felt. It really did seem strange the more she thought about it, that a creature this puny, who could be completely dominated by a single foot, no, a single toe of their giant neighbors should warrant a person's care and attention. While she soaked in the flowing sweat of Vaggie's gigantic foot, waiting for Alastor to tire of his prank and rescue her, Charlie seriously contemplated just letting her staff handle the tiny infestation however they chose, and just ignoring the meaningless little things herself...