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Mitsuri
(giantess unaware, feet, shoe, sweat, toejam, sweat, humilation)
~3900 words

Mitsuri's age: 19
Mitsuri's height: 167 cm
Shoe size: 39 EU

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Deep within the vibrant world of Demon Slayer, where demons and demon slayers clash in epic battles, there exists a captivating character known as Mitsuri Kanroji, the Love Hashira. Known for her cheerful disposition and boundless energy, Mitsuri possesses an otherworldly charm that captures the hearts of those around her.

Unbeknownst to Mitsuri, her journey takes an unexpected turn as she unwittingly becomes the host to a minuscule traveler—a mere 1 millimeter human who finds refuge on her insole. This tiny being, invisible to her eyes, experiences a world vastly different from Mitsuri's perspective. As the story unfolds, the tiny traveler finds himself immersed in a captivating adventure, one that is equal parts thrilling and perilous.

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Where... where am I? It's dark, cramped, and there's a strong smell... a familiar smell. Oh no, am I... am I in someone's shoe? This can't be happening!

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Here's description of Mitsuri's insole:

The insole of Mitsuri's well-worn shoe revealed the signs of countless adventures and a considerable accumulation of dirt. As the tiny 1-millimeter human traversed the vast expanse of her insole, they encountered a multitude of fascinating and sometimes unpleasant elements.

Near the front, clusters of colorful toe lints had gathered, forming soft patches of various hues, including strands of cottony green, pale blue, and even a few strands of vibrant pink. These toe lints, remnants of Mitsuri's comfortable socks, hinted at the care she took to keep her feet snug within her shoes.

Further along the insole, the 1-millimeter human encountered faint sweat prints left behind by Mitsuri's active lifestyle. These faint imprints, barely discernible to the naked eye, appeared as slightly damp patches with a subtle discoloration, evidence of the energy she expended during her endeavors.

Among the toe lints and sweat prints, minute particles of dust and dirt had settled, creating a thin layer of grime that covered the insole's surface. Within this layer, the 1-millimeter human noticed the occasional speck of sand, remnants of Mitsuri's strolls along sandy beaches or her adventures through dusty terrains. The sand grains, as minuscule as they were, presented a delightful challenge for the small explorer to navigate.

Amidst the various accumulations, the tiny human observed microscopic remnants of Mitsuri's dead skin cells that had shed over time. These almost invisible flakes, scattered across the insole, spoke of her ever-changing and regenerating body, a testament to the constant renewal of life.

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What... what I did in my past lifes that I deserve to live in this nightmare... P-please... help me... ANYONE?! PLEASE I BEG YOU.

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*thud shuffle*

Unseen to the 1-millimeter human, but ever-present, were the microscopic colonies of bacteria and fungi thriving in the warm and moist environment of Mitsuri's shoe. These unseen inhabitants contributed their own part to the insole's uncleanliness, adding a touch of hidden mystery and microscopic life to the tiny world the explorer had stumbled upon.

*Mitsuri's soft humming drifts through the air, her cheerful voice filling the room with a melodious tune*

Wait... is that... is that... Mitsuri? AM IN DEMON SLAYER VERSE? WHAT.

~laughter & giggle~ Mitsuri's infectious laughter rings out, a joyous sound that brings a smile even to my miniature face.

Well... thanks God it's her and this verse not for example Makima or Shenhe. But.. how do I get her attention now?

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*THUD*

*THUD*

*THUD*

*The forceful and assertive footsteps of Mitsuri echo loudly, leaving a resounding impact on the insole with her powerful presence*

Mitsuri obliviously slipped her foot into her shoe, unaware of her tiny fan that had in his ex life posters with her in his room. The foot enveloped the tiny explorer, squeezing and pushing against them as Mitsuri began to tie the laces.

The 1-millimeter human struggled to find a foothold amidst the shifting terrain of Mitsuri's foot cushion, as the shoe moved and compressed around them. They held on tightly to the disgusting toe lint and dead skin cells, their only anchor in this chaotic world.

Fortunately for the pink haired girl's fan, Mitsuri was always mindful of her hygiene and wore socks with her shoes. Though the socks themselves were not entirely clean, they provided a barrier between Mitsuri's feet and the insole, helping to reduce the amount of sweat and bacteria that ended up inside. And he was thankful for that.

Her movements became more frenzied and erratic. She bounced up and down on the balls of her feet, testing the fit of her shoes with each step. The tiny 1-millimeter human was tossed and turned within the confines of the shoe, feeling every jolt and bump as Mitsuri's foot hit the ground.

Her movements were fluid and graceful, as if she were performing a dance with the shoe as her partner.

*SLAM*

But for the 1-millimeter human, the experience was anything but graceful. They clung to the insole for dear life, feeling every scrape and bump as the shoe jostled them around. The world around them was a blur of color and motion, as Mitsuri continued on testing and seeking the comfort with reckless abandon.

*BAM*

Finally, Mitsuri stood up and took her first steps. The 1-millimeter human was thrown off balance by the sudden change in motion, tumbling across the insole and colliding with a cluster of toe lint. They clung to the lint, struggling to regain their footing as Mitsuri began to walk.

Soon they found themselves merged with a cluster of toe lint from all the shaking, unable to free themselves from its soft, cottony grip. In result soon toe lint also moved... right beneath Mitsuri's big toe.

As Mitsuri's big toe pressed down on the cluster of toe lint, pushing it towards the tiny 1-millimeter human's open mouth, the explorer was overcome with a sense of dread. They knew what was about to happen and they didn't want any part of it.

The tiny human cried out, begging Mitsuri to stop, to spare them from this terrible fate. But she couldn't hear them, couldn't see the fear and desperation in their eyes. She is such a cute character. But would she even feel sorry for a worthless bug like him? Maybe it is what it is - he will become cleaner of her insole and it will be his life purpose?

*BAM*

As the toe lint entered the tiny explorer's mouth, they felt a sense of revulsion and disgust. The green cottony fibers were scratchy and unpleasant, making them want to retch and gag

But despite their overwhelming sense of horror, the 1-millimeter human couldn't help but feel some sense of gratitude towards Mitsuri.

Despite the discomfort and danger of the situation, she was doing her best to care for them, to provide nutritients in whatever way she could.

As Mitsuri's majestic feet bore the weight of her 56 kg frame, traversing diverse landscapes, the heat emanating from her soles penetrated the thin layer of leather, enveloping the tiny explorer in an intoxicating embrace of warmth and sweat.

With each determined stride she took, her magnificent foot pressed firmly against the insole and in the result on the green toelint beneath her big toe, subjecting the minuscule human to a delightful blend of sensations. This thing was making its way down his gullet.The relentless pressure, though gentle, reminded them of their insignificant size and the overwhelming power held within Mitsuri's healthy feet. It was a captivating dance between vulnerability and ecstasy, as the tiny traveler reveled in the immense force exerted upon them by their towering goddess.

The moist environment within Mitsuri's shoes intensified the experience, as droplets of her sweat mingled with the microscopic world beneath her. The pungent aroma of her exertion filled the air, sending waves of desire and adoration coursing through the 1-millimeter human's being. They were captivated by the heady scent, a potent aphrodisiac that heightened their senses and drew them closer to the source of their still unknown desires.

As the weight of Mitsuri's steps resonated through the insole, the tiny explorer was tantalizingly reminded of their vulnerability. The world around them shook with each impact, causing their fragile existence to tremble and quake. It was a thrilling dance with danger, the promise of being crushed and obliterated by the immense power held within Mitsuri's footsies.

The 1-millimeter human clings desperately onto the contours of the insole, feeling Mitsuri's foot flex and shift with every graceful stride she takes. The rhythmic motion of her steps reverberates through his miniature body, creating a mesmerizing dance that perpetually keeps him in motion.

As he clings to the insole, the tiny explorer can't help but wonder how different the experience would be if he were in the insole of another Hashira, like Shinobu. In his vivid imagination, he envisions a contrasting scenario—a world shaped by Shinobu's delicate yet deadly presence. Well she's only 151 cm tall so she should have 35 or 36 EU size, right?

In this alternate reality, the 1-millimeter human envisions the insole of Shinobu's shoe as a place of delicate elegance. Instead of forceful strides, he imagines the gentle, almost ethereal steps of the Insect Hashira. The soft padding of her footsteps would create a delicate and refined rhythm, akin to a mesmerizing ballet performance.

Within Shinobu's shoe, the air would carry a subtle, floral fragrance—an intoxicating blend of sweet nectar and the faintest hint of poison. The dainty arches of her feet would lightly press against the insole, offering a delicate touch that caressed the tiny explorer's miniature body.

The weight upon the insole would be featherlight, as Shinobu's lithe frame effortlessly glides across the terrain. Instead of a dance with power and danger, the 1-millimeter human envisions a dance with grace and elegance—a delicate waltz amidst the ethereal presence of a Hashira.

In this imagined world, the tiny explorer envisions himself swept away by Shinobu's gentle steps, forever carried by the enchanting motion of her feet. He envisions himself swaying and twirling in perfect harmony with her movements, lost in a dance of tender elegance and deadly precision. It can't be helped - Mitsuri is much more muscular and heavier than Shinobu so her steps are more unforgiving... Would it be different if she knew about him?

But as his thoughts return to Mitsuri's reality, the 1-millimeter human embraces the intensity and power that accompanies her footsteps. The reverberations through his body remind him of the sheer force and captivating energy embodied by the Love Hashira.

But it is not only the rhythmic movements of Mitsuri's feet that captivate the 1-millimeter human; it is the intoxicating world of scents that envelops him within her shoes. The delicate fragrance that emanates from within, a symphony of aromas, entices his senses and transports him deeper into Mitsuri's captivating realm.

The scent that fills the air is a delightful concoction of sweat and Mitsuri's unique musk, intertwining to create a sensory masterpiece. As the tiny explorer takes deep breaths amidst the forceful footsteps, the alluring aroma of Mitsuri's foot sweat dances through his senses, leaving him utterly enraptured by the subtle essence of her femininity.

The fragrance carries a hint of sweetness, reminiscent of flowers blooming in a sunlit meadow. It mingles with the salty tang of perspiration, creating a heady combination that tantalizes his nostrils. Each inhalation is a sensory journey, drawing him further into the depths of Mitsuri's world, where desire and adoration intertwine.

In his imagination, the 1-millimeter human can't help but still wonder how the scent within Shinobu's insole would differ. He envisions a world where the delicate aroma of cherry blossoms and fresh herbs would waft through the air, carried on the gentle breeze of the Insect Hashira's footsteps. The fragrance would evoke a sense of tranquility and grace, mirroring Shinobu's delicate nature.

However, he is struck back to the reality of Mitsuri's realm by her jumping. Jumping that can be deadly.

*JUMP* *BOOOM*

The 1-millimeter human winced as his twisted arms and legs partly popped and cracked under his weight with first thunderous jump. She just landed with her big toe onto him with her entire weight. Mitsuri’s bounding strides were pure agony, leaving him bruised and battered. While Mitsuri laughed wildly with glee, he could only grit his teeth and stifle cries of pain.

*JUMP* *BOOOM*

As Mitsuri again propelled herself into the air with exuberant energy, the 1-millimeter human clung to the insole for dear life, bracing himself for the harrowing experience ahead. With every leap, he felt an intense force and weightlessness, as if the world spun around him.

He was constantly fearing that it will be how he ends cause of the bone breaking feeling and major bleeding from some twisted ankles, not to mention the fact that nose bleeding is making it harder to breathe for him.

The first jump elicited a thrill of excitement, marveling at Mitsuri’s defiance of gravity. But soon, each leap tested the limits of his sanity and composure. Mitsuri’s speed and force left him disoriented and overwhelmed, struggling to make sense of the chaos.

When Mitsuri again and again leapt into the heavens, the space between her toes widened momentarily, enticing exploration. In that fleeting moment, the 1-millimeter human was tempted to venture into the crevice, nestling between her toes. But he still couldn't - there wasn't any hole in her green sock yet.

But danger was constant, a reminder of his frailty.

Torn between awe and fear, his heart pounded. He clung to the insole, battling fluctuating emotions. Amid the heart-stopping display, he found a twisted joy, adrenaline fueling his miniature form. He marveled at Mitsuri’s power, feeling both wonder and fright.

As Mitsuri continued her acrobatics, his sanity began to fray. Constant jolts and movements left him confused and confused, losing grip on reality. Pain, exhaustion and terror assaulted his senses, as Mitsuri’s mere existence threatened to overwhelm him entirely.

Suddenly, a harsh scent assaulted his senses, rupturing the dreamlike trance. The overpowering stench of sweat, dirt and exhaustion shattered the fantasy, hauling him back to grim reality.

He blinked, disoriented and dazed, realizing with horror how much he had suffered in his captivation. His limbs were twisted and broken, held together only by bits of flesh and sinew. Blood coated his tiny form, dripping from open wounds as his bones protruded through damaged skin.

The pain was excruciating, a thousand needles stabbing into his neurotic form. He had endured far too much in his willingness to please, losing all sense of self-preservation in the process. Mitsuri’s power over him had become a curse, her allure transforming into a poison.

Trembling, he gazed around at the chaos of a world far too immense and perilous for his fragile condition. He had naively believed himself a willing prisoner, when in truth he was just a toy, a mere plaything, for Mitsuri to break and discard at will.

Numbness threatened to overwhelm the agony, a blessed relief and grim condemnation all at once. He hovered at the edge of death, his ruined body clinging feebly to shattered life. In the end, his curiosity and hubris had led only to ruin.

The scent of Mitsuri’s femininity now seemed a mockery, its sweetness wielding fangs and venom. He hated the scent that had once entranced him, resenting its role in delivering him to this abused and broken state. There would be no finding home within that verdant garden. Only pain, regret and a dire warning.

Mitsuri’s power was not magic, but madness. Her world was not a dream, but a nightmare from which there was no escape. And her essence was not beauty, but beastliness incarnate. These were the grim lessons he had learned at tremendous cost. His tiny, tortured form was testament to the bitter price of such knowledge.

Was it just pure madness now?

The tiny traveler witnesses the effects of Mitsuri's physical exertion. Her vigorous battles against the demons leave her body drenched in sweat, which inevitably seeps into her shoes. As the moisture permeates the insole, the tiny traveler is surrounded by the dampness, his small form bathed in the remnants of Mitsuri's intense efforts. The sensation of being cocooned in the moist atmosphere becomes both exhilarating and claustrophobic, amplifying the intensity of his adventure.

The 1 millimeter human revels in the moist environment, his skin tingling with the mix of sweat and shoe material that envelops him. It is a testament to the indomitable spirit of Mitsuri, a reminder of her relentless determination.

As Mitsuri's journey continues, the 1 millimeter human finds himself encountering moments of pure elation and fleeting danger. During a particularly arduous battle, Mitsuri's steps become more frenetic, causing her foot to pound against the insole with greater force. The tiny traveler clings desperately to the surface, his body jostled and shaken with every impact.

The 1 millimeter human's heart races as Mitsuri's foot slams against the insole, the vibrations reverberating through his fragile form. He grits his teeth, holding on for dear life as the world around him blurs in a flurry of motion.

But even amidst the chaos, there are moments of respite. As Mitsuri takes breaks to catch her breath, she often removes her shoes, unknowingly exposing the tiny traveler to a brief reprieve from the confining darkness. With the insole placed on the ground, the minuscule being discovers a newfound freedom, albeit temporary.

The 1 millimeter human stretches his limbs, relishing in the open space beneath the sky that was only his imigination - his sky was now upper part of his crush shoe. He revels in the sensation of cool air on his skin, savoring the taste of freedom before the inevitable return of her feet to Mitsuri's shoes.

But as time passes, the tiny traveler becomes acutely aware of the fleeting nature of his existence. He realizes that he is but a transient passenger on Mitsuri's journey, forever destined to remain unseen and unnoticed. The bittersweet realization tugs at his heart, for he longs to make his presence known, to forge a connection with the enchanting Love Hashira who has unwittingly become his world.

The 1 millimeter human clings to the insole, his tiny frame quivering with unfulfilled desires. With each passing minute, his yearning for Mitsuri's acknowledgment grows stronger, even as the inevitability of his unseen fate weighs heavily on his soul.

As the minutes turn into hours, the 1 millimeter human's attachment to Mitsuri deepens. He observes her unwavering dedication to her duty as a Demon Slayer, her unwavering kindness, and her unwavering smile. Mitsuri's radiant personality shines through her every action, captivating the hearts of those around her.

The 1 millimeter human, hidden within the confines of Mitsuri's shoe, witnesses her unwavering determination. He sees the sweat that glistens on her skin as she battles demons, a testament to her unwavering strength. He watches in awe as she smiles, even in the face of adversity, her unwavering optimism lighting up the darkest of moments.

But as the tiny traveler remains hidden, his own desires become a burden he can no longer bear. The longing to be noticed, to be acknowledged, gnaws at his soul like a relentless hunger. With each passing day, his heart aches more profoundly, knowing that his presence will forever be an untold secret.

The 1 millimeter human's body trembles, not from Mitsuri's movements now, but from the weight of his unspoken emotions. He yearns for an escape from the silence that engulfs him, desperate to break free from the confines of his hidden existence.

Then, 2 hours later, as Mitsuri prepares in her house for a decisive battle, she slips on her beloved Haori tight, her eyes filled with determination. With a gentle smile, oblivious to the 1 millimeter human's presence she thinks about all life forms. The air is thick with anticipation as Mitsuri readies herself, completely unaware of the heart-wrenching drama unfolding within the very shoes she wears.

The 1 millimeter human's mind races, contemplating the unthinkable. In a moment of both desperation and courage, he dares to reveal himself, to make his presence known to the one he admires most. With trembling hands, he crash into small pebble causing it to dislodge and roll against Mitsuri's foot with him in result.

Mitsuri, startled by the unexpected sensation, pauses and blushes for a moment, her eyes widening in surprise. She bends down and picks up the pebble, a curious smile playing on her pink lips. Unbeknownst to her, the 1 millimeter human's heart soars with a glimmer of hope, believing that his secret existence might finally be revealed.

The 1 millimeter human watches with bated breath, his entire being trembling in anticipation of what might transpire next. His eyes meet Mitsuri's as she inspects the pebble, their gaze locked in a moment of profound connection.

But alas, Mitsuri's attention quickly shifts away from the pebble, and with a carefree laugh, she tosses it aside, completely unaware of the significance it held for the tiny being within her shoe. The 1 millimeter human's heart sinks, his fragile hope shattered into a million pieces.

As Mitsuri straightens herself and resumes her preparations, the 1 millimeter human is left devastated, his dreams of being acknowledged crushed under the weight of his unrequited affection. He watches her continue with her duties, tears welling up in his eyes, blending with the invisible droplets of sweat that fell from Mitsuri's feet.

The 1 millimeter human's spirit grows weary, his body frail and feeble from the weight of unspoken words and unfulfilled desires. He yearns for release, for an end to the torment that has become his existence.

And so, in the depths of despair, with a heavy heart, the 1 millimeter human makes a choice. He went again to his cherished spot within Mitsuri's shoe, for he knows that his unrequited love can never find solace in the shadows.

With trembling hands, the 1 millimeter human carefully makes his way towards the edge of other type Mitsuri's shoe. His tiny form, filled with a mix of sorrow and resignation, teeters on the precipice of farewell. And then, with one final leap of faith, he lets go and falls into her shoe.

His journey comes to a new start, and though his heart may forever bear the weight of unfulfilled love, he finds solace in the memories of the time spent in the presence of his beloved.

As the tiny traveler drifts away, Mitsuri carries on, unaware of the profound impact she had on a life so small, so fragile. Her smile continues to brighten the lives of those she encounters, her kindness leaving an indelible mark on the world around her.

The tale of the 1 millimeter human and his unrequited love for Mitsuri, the love hashira, remains forever entwined within the fabric of time, a bittersweet reminder of the beauty and pain that can coexist within the depths of the heart.

The 1 millimeter human's heart races as Mitsuri's foot slams after she return from the battlefield, the vibrations reverberating through entire room. He grits his teeth, bot his consciousness blurs in a flurry of motion.

In this remarkable tale of survival, the minuscule hero's journey is one of courage, tenacity, and the indomitable human spirit. Can he overcome the challenges of the wild and dangerous world he finds himself in? Only time will reveal the outcome.

Mitsuri: Hmm, should I go visit in this week Shinobu? We're friends, but sometimes I feel like we don't spend enough time together~

Well, visiting her could definitely add an extra layer of excitement and spice to our friendship. We could engage in some naughty antics, share laughter, and create unforgettable memories together, haha!

But hey wait! I almost forgot... I'm going to the party tomorrow! Haha~