Pink the Sequel

by

d5


It has been months, but I lost track of counting the new days via the sunshine at about 40 days. So I have been disregarded as just a part of another shoe in a girls closet for quite a bit longer than 40 days. I felt dried out. When Nikki would open her closet doors to obtain a top, slacks or a dress or other shoes besides the Mary Janes I was part of; I could not even scream up at her anymore. My voice was a dry crackle. This only added to my frustration, I needed her foot sweat to be able to talk! The slime from when she had worn me so long ago had dried to what felt like a crust all over my body. The feeling was even worse than that, the crust seemed to penetrate down into me and I wanted to move to release it or break it, but I could not move anything but my eyes still. The boredom was incredibly and the days went incredibly slow. I would strain to hear voices and movements, many times I thought they were coming for me, but I was disappointed so much that hope was almost gone. Besides what did I hope for? To be worn and trampled and sweated upon under her dirty feet again? It almost seemed like something I would want because this boredom was ticking away with my sanity. The closet door opened again.
'Wow finally you are going to let me have him! It's been like four months and you promised me a month!' Becky was excited as she said this to Nikki.
'I can't believe you are so excited about the insole of my left Mary Jane shoe, after all where else do shoes belong but in my closet? I didn't want to wear it for months either, so what?' Becky said this loudly down at the floor of her closet, so Dale was certain to hear.
'I guess I'm excited to have a special cushion insole that will absorb my sweat and cushion my foot-falls and to have it for free!' Both girls burst out laughing at this as Nikki reached down and grabbed both Black Mary Jane shoes.
Becky tried to slip the right one on first and found that the fit was a bit tight, but she managed to squeeze her heel in and say, 'Wow that was a tight fit, I'm surprised I can squeeze into them, but they don't feel too bad anyway.' She then put the left shoe on. Becky was shorter and heavier than Nikki but both were about the same shoe size. Becky's shoes however had to put up with a few extra pounds of weight, this made her heels flare out and turn red and they expanded in the shoes from the sweat.
'Good Job Becky! You have them on and you didn't make a big fuss! Remember it's the just deserts for a foot pervert! You can keep that insole forever as long as you treat it as that, just a insole. He's gotten exactly what he deserves the sick fuck, turning woman's feet into something to lust after. Well he doesn't deserve communication, although he would have a hard time of it now.' Nikki looked down at Becky's left foot that completely filled the Mary Jane and they both started laughing again.
I was really excited when I heard two voices. It had only been Nikki opening the closet door since that fateful day I was kicked off into here. But now Becky was with her. I felt anger rise in me as Nikki was talking like I was really just an insole. Christ maybe I am but I can hear and see and smell, I'm not like the others here in her shoe closet. The irony of this thought pattern suddenly hit me. But I was shaken out of it as Nikki actually picked me up! I had a different view than the one I have been subjected to for months! I was elated I looked at Nikki's well-polished fingers hanging over the heel. I looked up into her stunning face, her blonde hair cascading around her face. Then Whap! I was dropped onto the floor and looked up to see Becky's black slightly greasy looking hair and her blotchy complexion looking down and concentrating on something. I was so happy with my new views and to be out of the closet that I didn't realize she was struggling to put the twin Mary Jane shoe on. At the same moment I realized that was what she was doing she finished and her dirty sock-clad foot appeared above me. I barely had the chance to register it as being a white trouser sock, but the bottom was so dirty, like the original pink tights that Nikki wore. Becky didn't even hardly look down at me; she just pushed her toes onto me and slides them up into the shoe. The crust that had formed from all those months drying out in the closest started to break. The pressure caused my nose to break and it felt like blood running down my throat. As her foot glided down my length I felt pain deep into me as the crust broke and was pushed down into me and it felt like so many small daggers. But it was nothing as her heel came squelching down into the shoe and exploded down onto my face. My nose broke, the crust which had formed over the months was pushed into my face and the light was completely gone, as all I felt was slime and dirt and stretchy sock material. The heat level rose immediately and I could not believe the amount of moisture that was deposited on me from her foot. It wasn't anything like Nikki's smaller more bony heel. Becky's heel not only forced me down deeper into the shoe, it also swallowed me whole, formed around me, grabbing the sides of the shoe tightly and swelling. When she started walking and I could feel the pressure release when she lifted her foot, her heel never popped up like Nikki's did. It stayed stuck to me like glue, so I never hardly had a chance to gasp for a breath. It was constant pressure and I could hardly expand myself to breathe. I wondered if I would die without air? I didn't, I remained conscious but the pain of not getting deep breaths was just another part of my suffering. I found that when I would try to take little gasps of breath on the upswing of her foot I would suck in her sweat. The crust was now gone and replace with a doughy like slime and sweat that I could feel stinging all over me as my body soaked it in. My face was burning and I would involuntarily try to get little breaths and suck in my sweat and slime. I couldn't gag as her heel never left my face and felt as if it was actually tightening up. She stopped walking and was standing still, her full weight baring down on me and I hear the squishing sound of my body absorbing her foot sweat, I thought of the image of this slightly overweight bad complexed girl doing this go me and then I heard laughter from out side the shoe.
'Thanks for walking me to work Nikki. I'll see you tomorrow again maybe?' Becky said.
'Okay girl. Hope you have a good day even though you have to be on your feet all day.' They both laughed hysterically at this comment as Becky left to go into the bank where she was a teller.
People went about there business in this Bank as did the teller Becky with her pink top and dusty rose slacks and white trouser socks and Mary Jane shoes. If you are in a bank and a girl named Becky who meets this description waits on you, just think of the hell that is going on in her shoe for what used to be a guy named Dale. The people pass and it's just another day, no one will ever know and he will never get out from under Becky's heavy footfalls.