It was chaos at the Gotham Museum of Antiquities. Crashed and thrown cars were scattered everywhere. People were running out of the building and trying to find someplace to go amidst the crowded street of onlookers.

Old cabinets, chairs, Roman armor, fossils, statues, and more were displaced all over the street. The museum was a total wreck, which was to be expected, though. With a city like Gotham it was only a matter of time until the next villain decided to attack it.

This time around, it was two villains, or rather villainesses. Giganta was doing the heavy lifting, literally. Thanks to her, they were able to break in, and both un and intentionally destroy it. With her power to change her size at will, it was pretty easy to rob places.

Alongside her was Circe, who primarily assisted her by making the loot they were taking much more manageable, using a spell to send it to an abandoned warehouse. With one quick spell, they cleared half the museum in no time.

At this point, Wonder Woman showed up. It always took her a bit of time to get to a crime scene, though she would be able to handle it in a couple of minutes. Immediately, she noticed Giganta, I mean, how couldn’t you?

It was pretty plain to see an over 50-foot woman destroying a museum, seeing as she was almost twice its size. Diana always hated facing off against her. Sure, most of her foes were easy to take care of, but she wasn’t one of them.

With her being 12% of her height, it always took a while to subdue her. Even then, she was able to do it pretty fast, especially if she was essentially stuck in a large place, as she was now in the museum. Still, she had to coordinate her moves.

Flying over to her, she decided on what she was going to do. As she did, Giganta noticed her, and so did Circe. Without warning, she swung at her, and thus began their fight. She narrowly avoided getting sent flying by her huge hand, but she had to act fast to do so.

Swing after swing, she attempted to swat her away like a fly, all while Circe lay low, trying not to draw attention to herself. Trying her hardest to avoid being squished like a bug, Diana tried to come up with some other way to subdue her.

After one last swing, she ducked down. She flew down towards her feet. If she couldn’t rap her lasso around her arms, she’d certainly do so around her legs. It took the colossus-sized villainess a couple of minutes to notice her.

Once she did, though, she changed her method of attack. Just as she got her lasso ready, the villainess tried to stomp her. Now she had to avoid getting squashed like a bug. It was pretty easy to avoid her now, as Giganta had barely any room to move around.

Finally, though she got her lasso around one leg, now she had to grab the other. Still, she had yet to notice Circe, who at this point was aiming for the final strike. Just as she was about to begin her final flight towards her right leg, she began to feel weird.

It wasn’t a painful weird, more of a shocking weird. Diana had never felt like this before. Her body, though still in one shape, felt insanely weighed down by her clothes and armor. Alongside that, she felt much weaker.

As she was taking this all in, she noticed that she was now covered in a huge shadow. Looking back up at her foe, she was greeted by the sight of her overstretched right foot. In one quick move, and giving her no time to react, Giganta squished the heroine under her foot.

The tremendous weight pressed down into the hard ground and pushed all the air out of her. Lifting her foot up off the museum’s floor, she wasn’t greeted by the defeated Diana. Instead, she in fact saw no signs of her. 

It was weird, but she didn’t care that much. Now they had a clear shot to finish what they were doing. With Circe’s help, the two villainesses finished robbing the place, having gathered up the most expensive and desirable antiques.

While doing so, she kept staring at her right foot. Anytime she had the chance, she would snicker to herself. After sending all their stolen antiques away, Giganta shrank down to a ‘regular height’ and Circe cast the two of them away.

Having happened so suddenly, it took a minute for Dianna to realize what had happened. Sure, she knew that she was crushed under her foot, but that was all. Soon enough, the pressure was lifted off of her, and then it slammed back into her.

With no way to see what happened, she had to use her feelings to figure it out. She had been flattened, as if her powers were like Plastic Man’s. With how weird she felt before she realized that someone hit her with a spell to make her malleable.

It didn’t take long for to figure out that Circe had done this, though it didn’t seem Giganta knew. I mean, yes, she had to, she was the one to flatten her and all, but she wasn’t treating her as if she did. She had yet to remove her from her huge sole, or do anything intentional to torment her.

Although she was already doing so unintentionally. With her feet mostly pressed into the ground for the rest of the robbery, she subjected the heroine to tons upon tons of weight. Her body acting as a make-shift hammer, constantly keeping her flat.

When the foot she was on was off the ground, it wasn’t long before it was back again, with the back of her body being slammed on the dirty and destroyed floor. Weirdly, though, she kept all her senses. She could definitely still feel, but she could taste and smell. 

For the most part, both were being overpowered by the giantess’s feet. Inadvertently, when she was flattened, she kept her mouth open so the heroine’s tongue was directly on Giganta’s sole, forced to taste it.

Her tongue was subject to the dirt, stone, plastic, and tiles that it picked up while destroying the museum. Alongside that was her pervasive foot sweat, a disgusting acrid mix of salt and vinegar.

Her nose was also being abused by her sole, her nostrils greedily sucking in the villainess musk. All her senses were being dominated by her giant sole. At first she tried to peel herself off, but with no body strength that was futile, so she begrudgingly left herself as she was.

She figured that at some point, Giganta would notice her and remove her, and do whatever she wanted to do with her after. During all this, the two had finished the robbery, so she shrank down. What followed next was an extremely weird feeling.

Alongside her foe, Diana also shrunk down. Her normal body being shrunk en masse with her newfound captor. Giganta was normal size while she was shrunk to little more than 10 inches, with her body partially covering her sole.

By now, she wanted more than ever to be peeled off her sole, but she was still unaware. Only Circe knew where the Amazonian heroine was, and she wasn’t going to tell her companion just yet. Now was the time for the boring part of their ‘business.’

There was no real enjoyment to be found in cataloging, protecting, and selling their acquisitions. Plus, it was really dang hard to sell their stolen goods on the black market, but that was another problem for another day.

Today, they just had to sort all the antiques. That in itself would take a couple of hours, with no room to relax. So, after a moment of basking in their success, the two villainesses started the long process of getting their money’s worth.

During all this, Wonder Woman was still stuck flat onto Giganta’s sole. Minute after painfully slow minute passed, each moment she was glued to her foot. It was just torturous, especially since she had nothing else to do.

She couldn’t escape if she tried, so she had to find something to occupy her mind. Though that was a challenge in and of itself. She had to block out the ever-apparent musk of her foot, the disgusting taste of her foot and sweat, and try to ignore the crushing weight on her body.

In between all that, she had to limit the shocks she would get when Giganta suddenly took a step, but with no way to anticipate when she would, she couldn’t. So, while the villainess did their job, she was left as a sole sticker.

After a non-stop eight-hour sorting and protecting marathon, Giganta and Circe had all the antiques ready for sale. It was quite draining, constantly running around, but it was thankfully over, though no one was as thankful as Diana. Hopefully, now she would be ‘saved.’

While doing all this, Circe kept glancing over at her right foot, delighting in seeing her most hated rival completely helpless, as she was doing so. She had yet to catch on, seemingly, until now. 

“Hey, why do you keep staring at my feet?” she asked.

Broken from her trance, “Huh…what?”

“I knew you were evil and all, but I didn’t know you were that kind of freak.”

“No, I’m not.” Now, Circe had to decide whether to tell her about Diana or keep the torment up longer; she chose the latter. “It’s um, I’ve just not been feeling well today.”

“Obliviously, but I guess it must be that way for a foot pervert like you, anyway, when should she start selling the stuff?” Giganta asked.

“Tomorrow would be good with me.”

“That works with me, just don’t stare at my feet tomorrow, creep. I’ll make sure to wear boots so you don't.”

“Uh, ok. Well, I’ll see you tomorrow.”

Giving her companion one last dirty look, Giganta started to walk out of the warehouse. As Circe hit her with a small spell. All that it would do was cause her to not look at her right foot. Watching her walk away, she tried to catch as many glimpses of Diana as she could.

That super bitch had gotten what she deserved, and was now right where she belonged. She had no plans to get her unstuck yet, so for the time being, Wonder Woman was nothing but Giganta’s sole sticker.

Despite being disappointed that her constant looks weirded her off from showing off her heroine tattooed feet, Circe had to admit that knowing that Wonder Woman was going to spend the next day stuck in a stuffy boot almost made up for it.