"Hm. Well, you certainly have a fashionable way of being late."

After a week of becoming Power's slave, word of it went around in the division, with some of its agents deciding to get in on the action. As such, Kobeni was handed over to Makima. At this rate, Kobeni hardly went out into the field anymore, becoming nothing more than a plaything. It was demeaning, humiliating work that made her feel less human, but it was a better alternative than going out and potentially getting killed by a devil. Makima invited the devil hunter to the movie theater that day after forcing Denji to go on a stake out with Aki.

Having purchased the tickets, Makima entered the auditorium and waited for her slave to arrive. Kobeni would arrive by the time that the trailers were wrapping up. Due to the auditorium being dark, it was a hassle for the brunette to single out her boss. A few of the audience members groaned in frustration as the hapless woman scrambled in the dark accidentally falling on some and bumping into the seats. Makima herself heard all the chaos with a slight bit of amusement.

Eventually, she found the ring-eyed woman and plopped into the seat beside her with the grace of an inelegant duck. Sweat beads rolled down her forehead as Kobeni stared down on the floor not even daring to look directly at Makima. The red-haired woman merely placed her right cheek in her hand silently laughing at how much the brunette was making herself a total fool.

Kobeni shivered so much, her teeth chattered. "I-I'm so sorry, Ms. Makima, it's just that... that Power kept me overtime a bit."

Makima smiled, but the disconcerting smile only made Kobeni's spasming worse. "I was almost certain that you weren't going to show up."

"I-I-I'm so-rry, ma'am!" she said under her breath "I didn't mean to make you wait."

Her boss tapped her chin deep in thought. "Not to mention that I had to wait in line an awfully long time. I think my feet are sore." Makima leaned in closer, the light from the screen briefly illuminating her face as the two locked eyes. "Please take responsibility for it."

Kobeni blushed at the unexpected closeness. "Everyone will notice, Ms. Makima."

"Follow me, Kobeni."

Makima wordlessly stood by the door leading to the women's restroom waiting for the smaller devil hunter to emerge. As if on cue, Kobeni poked her head out and scanned her surroundings just to ensure that it was only her and Makima. "C-coast is clear."

The brunette allowed Makima passage and followed her without uttering another word. While Power was more impulsive, Kobeni felt she was being led with an invisible chain, like a lamb to the slaughter. Makima opened the door to one of the stalls and put the lid down on the toilet before sitting down. She crossed one of her thick legs over the other. "Mmm... hope you don't mind the smell, Ms. Kobeni."

With that, she started to slide off one of her shoes and handed it to Kobeni. Sweat drenched through Makima's thigh-high socks leaving an imprint of it on the sole of the shoe. Kobeni looked at it with confusion. "What am I supposed to do with this?"

"Sniff it, Ms. Kobeni."

"Bu-ut I thought you wanted me to give you a massage or something."

Makima flicked her toes within the confines of her sock, her smile never faltering. "You must work your way up if you want this."

Gulping, Kobeni slammed her nose into the shoe and was immediately overcome with a putrid stench. "Gah! This... this smells so bad, Ms. Makima!"

"Keep going, this is amusing for me."

Kobeni nods in defeat and continued assaulting her nostrils with the unholy smell of her shoe. With each snort, the brunette felt gunk settling in her nostril cavities with the tips of her nose hair becoming singed. Her tear ducts welled up in response to the increasing urge to vomit.

Makima removed her other shoe and tossed it toward Kobeni almost causing her to drop the one currently in her hands. With the redhead's orders, Kobeni repeated the procedure on the other shoe taking a deep whiff much like Himeno taking a long draw from a cigarette. Kobeni's vision became blurrier as she felt the pungent aroma burning the thin layers of her eyes. Makima only responded with an entertained smirk.

"That is good enough, Kobeni. Please, on your knees now."

"Wha-at?"

Makima's eyes narrowed. "Are you trying to resist, Ms. Kobeni?"

Kobeni waved her hands in front of her face. "I - No, it's just -"

"On your knees. Now."

Kobeni collapsed to her knees, or more aptly, she felt that her entire body was being piloted by some alien force. Makima set her legs flat, her size 13 socked feet practically levitating over Kobeni's face. "See how much sweat I've accumulated on my poor socks?"

Makima bent down and slowly started to peel the thigh-high sock on her left foot. "Mmm, yes. This is the result of non-stop work requiring you to stand for long periods of time. Look at how puddles of pure sweat are pooling around your knees?"

Kobeni wordlessly nodded and watched the strip tease. Makima tugged at the roof of the sock and tilted it downward. Because of the copious sweat, the fabric clung on Makima's skin forcing her to exert a bit of force on it and gradually peeled it off. The cool breeze of the insulation system made Makima sigh in relief as she finally removed the thigh-high sock and pitched it on the ground.

"Power was saying that you give half-decent massages. Go ahead and pamper my smelly foot."

She sighed. Taking Makima's left foot in her hands, Makima started to rub the balls of Makima's foot applying pressure at certain points of her foot eliciting a slight moan from the sinister woman. Her fingers glided down her silky sole when she started to really notice the difference. Given her chaotic nature, Power's feet were more unkempt only because Power would occasionally clean them off. With Makima's, however, aside from them being larger, they were also wider with long, slender toes and were relatively well-groomed with delicate attention put towards her toenail polish, a dark shade of red blush.

Kobeni next gently rubbed Makima's ankles and nudged her toes. Makima reached for the thigh-high of her other foot not wasting too much time as she did with the earlier strip tease. "Hm... not remarkable, but don't forget the other foot."

The brunette did as she was commanded and added the same amount of pressure on her right foot. Up and down from the balls of her foot, her arches, and to her heel. For ten seconds straight, Kobeni's fidgeting fingers rubbed their way on the soft skin and through it all, Makima remained silent which only heightened Kobeni's fears than alleviating them. After about thirty minutes of endless kneading and pressing, Kobeni's fingers began to grow numb.

"Phew. There... is that alright?"

Makima's smile slightly lowered, her displeasure starting to take over. "You made me wait for quite a while to give me such a subpar foot massage?"

"Yipe! I'm sorry," Kobeni wept, "I was exhausted with Power, please let me do something else for you."

"I am feeling rather generous today," Makima replied, "my feet are still slightly sweaty, so why don't you put that tongue of yours to good use?"

Kobeni groaned. It took her days to get the taste of Power's feet out of her mouth... who knows what the Blood Fiend was stepping in to dirty her feet that much. Without prolonging the inevitable, Kobeni's tongue started licking away at Makima's large stompers much to the woman's amusement. Warm drool trickled down her soles as the brunette lathered the balls of her feet with thick layers of spit. While her boss's feet were cleaner in comparison to Power's, there was the occasional hint of lint wedged between her toes and speckled on her nigh-flawless soles.

Her knees firmly planted on the ground, Kobeni took hold of the top of Makima's feet and bobbed her head up and down when Makima stamped her feet harder on Kobeni's nose. She pinned her nose between her big toe and index toe watching in relish at Kobeni struggling to breathe. After holding her in that smothering position for a few seconds, Makima relented her grip. Kobeni exhaled sharply, her chest beating fast. "M-Ms. Makima! That could have killed me!"

"Can't help but tease you, Ms. Kobeni," Makima explained. "Now move on to my toes."

Kobeni twiddled her thumbs. "C-could I at least have a break first?"

"Are you talking back to me, Ms. Kobeni?"

"N-No! No! But my tongue feels really dry and numb, I d-don't know if I can keep it up anymore."

Makima sighed her disappointment immeasurable. "Tch, you were nearly done as well."

Kobeni was going to say something only to look up at her boss who slipped something out of her pocket. "What are you doing?"

The devil hunter could see something small and fuzzy curled between Makima's fingertips. "Thankfully I considered making a deal with the Mouse Devil if you proved to be an issue."

She revealed a malformed, monstrous looking mouse with a cracked skull for a head and two, hairless tails. Before Kobeni could further inquire Makima, something felt peculiar to the girl. The room began to spin as if she were on a carousel spending endlessly in one direction. Kobeni's forehead throbbed in a burst of pain as her surroundings quadrupled in size. Makima herself appeared to grow larger; while Kobeni felt small because of her status in comparison to Makima's, the red-haired beauty eclipsed her.

Kobeni tried to grab the walls of the stalls to balance herself, but they were beyond her reach. Eventually, that intensity within her subsided, and the brunette regained some semblance of stability. "Ow... my aching head. What was that?"

Her brown eyes widened. Was it just her or did the base of the toilet get larger? Or did she become shorter? While wrapping her mind around the predicament, she realized that was the least of her concern: she saw a large foot dangle over her body. Makima's thighs were always beautiful, but up close, they resembled two massive plateaus ten times the size of the devil hunter. She was in such a miniscule state, she could see her reflection in the beads of sweat rolling down her legs.

"The more frightened you are, the smaller you become," Makima explained. While she spoke in the same creepy monotonous tone, the ground shook around Kobeni forcing her to the ground. "I do not need dogs that say 'no.' "

The devil hunter looked on in abject horror as Makima gathered her, wedging her between her colossal soles like a piece of meat in a sandwich. Worser yet, Kobeni felt a building pressure in her body, starting from her legs up towards her chest. She tried to scream, but they only came up as a hoarse whine. Makima looked at her fingers in sheer boredom, applying more pressure on her tiny slave's fragile body.

"I can crush you like a grape any time I want... oh, yes. I am sure you'd make a nice gush of red on my perfect soles."

"P-Please, Makima... don't do this."

Makima's smile returned to her while she curled her legs lifting the devil hunter in the air. "I don't think you have the authority to order me around, Ms. Kobeni. Or need I punish you like the misbehaving dog you are?"

Without even waiting for a response (not that she cared about it anyway), Makima parted her soles allowing the small Kobeni to plummet to the ground. At that height, Kobeni could only expect to become a stain on the floor. Her teeny screeches echoed in the air as she crashed to the ground with a thud.

"GAH!"

Blood gushed from Kobeni's mouth. Everything ached on her body, the slightest movement bringing a rush of pain with it. Yet, somehow, she was still alive. As she tried to recollect herself, the shadow of Makima's foot rose over her body turning her atmosphere dark. "No! No! M-Makima, please!"

Makima curled her toes and lifted the little devil hunter in the air. "Any other poor fool would have been crushed the moment they hit the ground. You truly are the perfect toy."

The dastardly woman offered a thinly veiled sadistic smile before releasing the brunette to fall again. And again. And again. No matter if she did this an ad infinitum number of times, Makima was nevertheless entertained by the cute sound Kobeni made each time she hit the solid ground. Makima was a cat batting around a mouse before going in for the kill. Makima applied the weight of the balls of her left foot, grinding it into Kobeni's back.

"GAH! No, stop! It hurts! It hurts! I'll die!"

"You have yet to break, Ms. Kobeni," Makima replied, "I am just curious how much longer you can hold on before you break like my other toys."

"WAH! Just kill me already, Makima! My body is on fire!"

Her ribs creaked under the pressure of Makima's stomper. The boss shifted her hold on Kobeni, her big toe pinning her head to the ground while her index toe kept the rest of her frame in place. She was unsure if Makima was even applying pressure: her mammoth appendages were cumbersome enough on their own. Kobeni's bones started to splinter as Makima toyed around with her a little longer.

"I can't wait to do more experiments on you when I leave, Kobeni. But I need you to understand I will not tolerate a disobedient dog."

"I-I can be an obedient dog... uh... woof? Woof?"

Makima collected the devil hunter between her thumb and index finger. "You'll have all the time to practice in your "time out" center."

Makima grabbed one of her thigh high socks and unrolled it. It did not occur to Kobeni at first, but the realization started to dawn on her when she dangled over the sock leading to a dark abyss. Kobeni held up her hands in a beg. "No, no! I-I'll do anything! I don't wanna go in there!"

Her slaver laughed at Kobeni's cowardice and released her grip on the tiny woman. The wind snapped around her as her world became devoid of light. It was reminiscent of a snake consuming its meal the deeper Kobeni's tiny body fell until she hit the bottom of the sock. The piece of clothing still reeked of Makima's sweat. The smell assaulted her nose almost making her puke, but then she felt the confines of her prison shift around yet again. On the outside, Makima slid her toes into the sock humming to herself in satisfaction at what she was about to do.

She stretched the cuff of the sock and cruelly slipped it on at a deliberate pace. The pressure crawled across Kobeni's body again as it took the brunt of the force of her toes. The agonizing pain increased, consuming the devil hunter when more and more of Makima's bare foot was fed into the sock. Eventually, Makima slipped her heel in, laughing when she heard a slight crack ringing out of the sock.

"Are you still alive in there, Ms. Kobeni?"

Kobeni was buried in the middle of Makima's silky sole. However, despite the crushing weight, Kobeni, miraculously – or rather unfortunately – was still alive, her consciousness waning and her face glued to the base of the sock. Makima swerved her foot to the side when she heard Kobeni's weak screams of protest.

"Almost forgot about the movie you ended up making me miss out on. As punishment, you'll be my sweet little toy for the remainder of the day. May as well see how Denji and Aki are holding up after everything is done."

Makima placed her other thigh high sock on the other foot and slipped her shoes back on. "I wonder if you'll end up popping under there."