"You were on point tonight." I heard my friend state as I closed out of the game. We had just played our favorite FPS for about four hours straight and I was disappointed we couldn't keep going. As much as we both love video games, college classes still demanded our attention.

"Oh come on Nora, you cleared through those waves WAY faster than me." I knew I had played really well, but I didn't want to seem arrogant. Plus, I was almost certain she killed about four times the number of enemies I did.

"Well, yeah, that's true, but I'm not worth a damn when it comes to using a sniper rifle. You've got eyes like a hawk." She giggled and I think my heart melted a bit. I was currently talking to my friend Nora who I missed very much. I especially missed that laugh. Her eyes would squint when she laughed with an endearing smile that could win anyone over. Instead of seeing her laugh, I had to settle for simply hearing it. Lately, I've missed her more than usual and I wasn't quite sure what to do about it. Would it be weird to randomly tell her I miss her? I sighed involuntarily.

"Dom, everything okay?" Nora asked without missing a beat. I hadn't realized what I did until she spoke up.

"Oh, uh yeah. Sorry, I'm just tired and stressed about school." This was a lie, but I wasn't sure what else to say. When I panic my mouth just kind of runs on its own.

"You worry too much about that stuff! Don't forget we're goin' to do the raid tomorrow night, okay? Worry 'bout that! I'll text you later to remind you." The eagerness in her voice cheered me up and I laughed in response. Without even doing anything specific, Nora was always able to lift my spirits. I think it has something to do with her attitude. No matter how long we hang out or talk, Nora always wanted to do more. After being friends for about ten years, you become attuned to each others' feelings.

"No, no, you don't need to do that. I promise I'll remember. I'll talk to you tomorrow, alright?" I asked with a weary smile, my eyes feeling quite heavy. While I lied earlier about being stressed from school, I was honest in saying that I was tired. My eyelids felt like they had Acme anvils weighing them down.

"Sounds good t'me, g'night Dom!" I heard a final beeping sound in my headset that signified her hanging up. I tossed my headset on my desk, spun around in my chair, and flopped onto my bed. I really enjoyed having my computer and gaming console only a couple feet away from my bed. Falling asleep with my legs hanging off the side of the bed would've been possible, albeit uncomfortable, so I forced myself to roll over until I was in a position that a normal human being might sleep in.

My eyes closed and refused to open after that.

There was only one thing my mind could think about as I drifted off to sleep. Nora. When would be the next time I could see her? Christmas wasn't too far off, so that might be the best opportunity. I enjoyed talking and playing together online almost every night, but it can't substitute hanging out with her in person. I've had feelings for her since early high school and I'm already in my junior year of college. I think I lost my opportunity long ago, but a part of me still hoped that something could be there. The worst part is that I couldn't even tell her I missed her earlier. Sometimes I get so nervous I don't know what to say and I blurt whatever excuse comes to mind. If there was a way to confess to her, without making a complete fool of myself, I'd gladly do it. This was my final thought before succumbing to the Sandman.

I woke up, startled by the loud alarm on my phone. "Next time I'm putting you on vibrate..." My hand searched for the phone as I complained, not wanting to face the day quite yet. My eyes remained closed, although after a couple seconds I begrudgingly opened them. Much to my confusion, I couldn't find my stupid phone. I left it right on my desk right...there?

"Where is my desk?" I quickly turned around and found that not only was my desk missing, but so was my entire room. I frantically looked at myself and then chuckled. "Well, at least I have my clothes on." That's a good thing, right?

I was in a dark space, the floor black and made of something rough. I was about to question how I could sleep on such a surface, but there were bigger questions that needed answering of course. For example, there was a flood of light coming into this 'room' from the other end. The more I examined my surroundings, the more confused I got. I was so focused on the sights that I completely ignored one thing that suddenly hit me out of nowhere. There was a smell engulfing this room and weirder yet, I think I recognized the smell.

Just as I thought I was onto something, my focus was broken by that damn beeping again. "Will someone PLEASE turn off that alarm?" I asked no one in particular, rubbing my head as I tried to concentrate. As if kindly answering my plea, the alarm stopped. The beeping was replaced, however, by a loud yawn. Before I could even question who or what it was, I heard possibly the last voice I would've expected.

"Damn it, I'm goin' t'be late again. That's what I get for sacrificin' sleep for fun."

I would've assumed I was going crazy if I wasn't looking directly at her with my own two eyes. Looking up through the giant hole in the ceiling, I saw Nora towering above me. I wasn't exaggerating when I said tower. In fact, that was an understatement. Nora was larger than most buildings I had seen in my lifetime. Honestly, as confusing and distressing as this all was, I also felt happy. I was so happy to finally see Nora again, not through a computer screen or photo, but in person. Before I could think much more about it, Nora seemed to be searching for something.

She was rushing around, entering and leaving my view multiple times. She had her hair cut extremely short and dyed a crimson red color, which had not changed since our high school days. I glanced down from her flustered face, to her black t-shirt that complimented her curvy figure, and then to her jeans. I couldn't see her feet, but I certainly heard them stomping and slapping against the floor. Then she stopped out of my view and I heard a sigh of relief.

"Thank God, there's my jacket. Now where did I put my shoes...?"

I chuckled for a moment, because Nora was notoriously forgetful when it came to her stuff, but then it donned on me where I was. I ran away from the light, deeper into this room to confirm my suspicions. As I reached the end, I looked down and did find what I was looking for. Five dark imprints, noticeably darker than the already black insole, were in front of me. These were her toe prints.

"Okay, I'm in her shoe." If all these hints weren't enough, I guess I felt that saying it out loud to myself would help me accept the situation. My entire environment began to tremble and quake, making me tumble backwards. I looked up and saw something both beautiful and terrifying.

I have had a foot fetish for as long as I remember. I haven't told anyone about this, but I've been using online forums for years to help me cope. I've always felt embarrassed and ashamed about it. People with foot fetishes in movies or TV are always portrayed as weird or creepy, so I just rather keep it to myself, you know? This is why I was afraid and aroused as I saw Nora's foot enter the shoe. Her toes were painted black, a nail color of hers I have admired in the past. Rather than take time to appreciate the view though, I threw myself toward the dark toe prints. If I didn't want to be crushed, I figured under the toes would be the best place. Anywhere else and I assumed I'd be mush. My pessimistic thoughts caused me to shudder and I grew even more nervous as I saw the toes pass over my body. They abruptly fell onto me, catching me in their grasp as Nora took her first step.

I felt two sides trying to take over my body. The smarter of the two, my survival instinct, wanted to stay alive, while my lustful side suggested I simply enjoy the ride.

This embrace was unlike anything else. Trapped between her toes and the ball of her foot, I was continuously being pushed and grabbed, sometimes lifting into the air with her toes as she took another step. My senses were on overload from the feeling of her soft flesh and their natural scent that engulfed me. For a foot fetishist, this was an absolute dream. A bit scary I'll admit, but I think that lustful side was taking over in full force at this point. I couldn't help myself as I leaned by head up and planted a kiss on the underside of her big toe.

"Sorry Nora, that was selfish of me." I apologized, despite knowing she couldn't hear me. I began to blush, embarrassed at what I had just done. Funny, I've kissed her foot before I even kissed her. The thought of kissing Nora made me blushed harder, which was silly since I was techincally all alone in this place. Her foot was keeping me company I guess, but I'm not sure if that counted.

I could hear muffled voices from the outside world, although it was impossible to know what they were saying. Based on her huge family, I guessed that she was either talking to one of her sisters or her mother. Now that I was thinking of it, I missed them too. Lillian, her mom, was like a mother to me. They were my second family and I wondered if I'd get to see them too eventually.

Suddenly, everything stopped. There was a low rumbling coming from below, but aside from that the shoe and her foot were still. I remained still as well, confused as her toes started to wiggle on top of me. After a couple seconds, her big toe pressed into my face, then traveled down to my chest. Her toes squeezed me multiple times and I think I realized what was happening. Was she...playing with me? The thought made me smile, although I was worried too. What if she accidentally crushed me? So far her poking and prodding were gentle, but how long would that last?

As I continued to question my safety, her foot retreated from me and exited the shoe, letting light pour in once again. My eyes tried to adjust, but then I was sent tumbling down toward the heel of the shoe. I rolled down and out of the shoe, landing on a soft and tan surface. I looked around, then up at Nora's giant face. I only got a glimpse of her shocked face before her fingers wrapped around me, enclosing me in a fist.

"E-excuse me, I need t'get off the bus!" She called out. That's why her foot stopped moving earlier! I smacked myself on the forehead. Every movement and sound at this size made normal things so confusing, which is both cool and frustrating. Her fingers around me were similar to when her toes were covering me, although I could feel the tenseness in her muscles as I stroked one of the digits. I guess that was understandable, considering she just saw her best friend fall out of her shoe. Thinking about it now, I was surprisingly calm throughout this little adventure. I simply laid in wait and heard more voices, but this time more clearly.

"You're home already sweetie? What about class?" That was Lillian's puzzled voice as Nora entered her home, quickly shutting the door behind her.

"Class was cancelled by the professor, he's sick or somethin'." Nora said flippantly while bounding up the stairs to her room, not even waiting to hear a response. I heard another door slam and her hand opened up. I expected to see her face, but I was definitely not expecting to see it only a couple feet away from me. That's a couple feet at my size, so in reality she was probably inches away.

"D-dominic...?"
"Um, hey Nora. I know I promised, but I don't think I'm going to make it to the raid tonight."

Chapter 4

"Are you kiddin' me right now?" Nora's gaping mouth turned up into a grin as she started to laugh. "You're about half the size of my finger and you're crackin' jokes?" She let out a sigh and sat on her bed, carefully setting her hand down to let me off. "I think you have explainin' to do." She stated with a stern look.

"Explaining? There isn't much to explain. I woke up and had no idea where I was. Then YOUR foot attacked me." I accused as I stepped off her palm, mainly because I felt like she was putting the blame on me, as if I knew what was going on. Well, I could play the blame game too.

"Oh I'm sorry, but it's not like I check my shoes every day for little people hidin' in them." Nora retorted, smirking as she picked up her shoe and shook it. "Hello, anyone else in there? No? Come on, join the party!"

I laughed at her ridiculous acting, although everything about what was happening currently was ridiculous. Also, this was the first time I could see the shoe that was my prison for the last couple minutes. It was a black espadrille, which explained why the sole was a bit rough. They're nice shoes in general, but I now know from experience that they're a bit...cramped. Forgetting about it for now, I laid down on her blanket, sprawling my legs and arms out.

"You gettin' comfy there Dom? Can I get you anythin' else?" She looked down at me, amused.

"I guess I could use a pillow." I shrugged and pointed behind my neck.

"Then by all means, here you go!" Nora's arm stretched out above me, casting a shadow that reminded me of my short stature. Then, to even further bring the point home, she picked up her pillow and lowered it toward me.

"Hey, hey, I was kidding!" I put my hands up in front of my face, as if that might stop the large fluffy object from suffocating me. I expected it to hit me, but felt nothing, so I put my hands down and looked up at Nora who was holding back a laugh.

"Man, that must've looked like a white fluffy comet coming down." She burst out laughing and I simply rested my chin on the palm of my hand.

"Haha, very funny." I said in a tone that demonstrated I did NOT think it was very funny.

"Oh come on, you know I wouldn't hurt you." Nora claimed in a more compassionate tone, smiling at me. "I mean, you looked fine earlier so I didn't ask, but I gotta know. I didn't...hurt you or anythin' when you were in there, did I?" Her hand gently picked me up and placed me on the pillow, then scratched her cheek. Nora didn't look at me when she asked this, which meant she was really concerned, even if her words didn't show it. I had never known Nora to be a timid person, but whenever she felt guilty or nervous she couldn't look anyone in the eye.

"No, no, not at all! I was a little afraid at first, but it honestly wasn't that bad." I reassured her, shaking my head.

"Wait, you mean it wasn't that bad in my shoe?" Nora asked with an awkward smirk and raised eyebrow.

The way she turned my words around sent me into a slight panic. "Well, uh, for being in a shoe? No, it's not as bad as you would think. At least next time I hope it'll be with a more comfortable pair. That was killer on my back." I joked, feigning back pain like an old man.

"Next time?" She asked, once again with that same damn expression.

"You know what I mean!" I yelled to her and then flopped onto my back, sinking into the pillow. The blanket was kind of comfortable, but this was like heaven.

"Oh no, you're the one diggin' yourself into a hole. You mean you would do it again?"

"N-no, I wouldn't!" I exclaimed with my eyes closed, although my words didn't really have any conviction behind them. Man this pillow felt great.

"What? You don't like 'em? Oh I get it, it's not the shoes. You just don't like my feet. Well, I think they're a little upset, actually." Nora said, like she was hurt and offended. I'm sure she was pouting too, but I kept my eyes closed. I then felt a major shift on the bed after a moment of silence, which made me very suspicious. My eyes opened and I was graced with a view of Nora's right foot. More specifically, the sole of her foot as it descended upon me and the pillow.

"Nora, w-" I couldn't get a full sentence out before I was buried in flesh, sandwiched between her sole and the pillow. I lied earlier about the pillow being heaven. This? This was heaven.

Right now, my entire world was nothing but flesh and fluff. This was completely different from being under her toes. Before I had wiggle room, but her sole gave no such luxury. While this position was much more restricting, it was nice to be this close to her skin. My arms were still spread out, so I made an effort to push them into her sole, attempting to give them a hug. Of course my arms weren't long enough to give a proper hug, nor were they strong enough to compete with her power, but it's the thought that counts right?

Her foot lifted off and Nora was still smiling down at me. "What do you say Dom?" She kept her heel on the pillow but raised the rest of her foot, her toes now high above me.

"I'm sorry if I hurt your feelings." I told the foot sarcastically, rolling my eyes.

"That wasn't very convincing. A kiss might make up for it though." Nora proposed with a triumphant nod.

"A kiss? Are you serious?" I get that I had just come out of her shoe, but why was she being so touchy with her feet? I didn't mind it, but I started wondering what was going on in her head.

"You're takin' too long, I think she's gettin' upset again..." Nora teased as her foot began to tip toward me, threatening to pin me against the pillow again.

"Okay, okay, I'll do it!" I took a step forward and planted a kiss on her heel. Nora immediately erupted into giggles, which made me turn red. "Happy now?"

"Yup! Very. Now, what do you want to do?" Nora asked, tilting her head slightly to the side.

"What do you mean? Shouldn't we figure out what happened to me?" That would be the logic thing to do, right?

"Well, here's the way I see it. We can tell a doctor who will take you and perform countless tests or experiments on you," She could tell I didn't like that first option, based on my expression of horror. "or we can hang out like we used to and worry about that stuff later." She nodded triumphantly once more, confident in her idea.

"Well, when you put it that way..." I agreed that hanging out sounded way more fun than anything else. "Then, do you remember what we would do Friday nights?"

"Bad movie marathons? Of course!" Her face lit up when she realized what I had suggested. Every Friday we'd get together and watch two or three bad movies. Hopefully they were good awful and we would recommend them to our other friends, but sometimes they got placed in the 'Never Ever Watch This Movie Again Ever' list. "You think of a movie for us to watch and I'll get the popcorn!"

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Nora's room was completely dark aside from the glow of her laptop screen. We were halfway into this bad movie, but it felt like it had been hours. Unfortunately, this was an awful bad movie. The acting was so boring that we couldn't laugh at it and the plot tried so hard to be an emotional roller coaster when we couldn't care less about the characters. There was no abandoning the movie either, because we always promised to see the movie through to the end, no matter how bad. This was really pushing our willpower though.

"Why didn't that guy just tell Sarah 'bout the zombie before?" Nora asked, taking another handful of popcorn.

"Hey, be careful! You almost made me into a snack. Uh, I think it's because the zombie used to be his ex-wife who he's still in love with? I dunno, I lost track of what was going on a while ago..." I said as I took another bite out of my popcorn. This was only my second piece of popcorn, but it was definitely filling enough for me.

"Oh, sorry. Huh...well, I can't wait for this to be over..." Nora complained as she slumped further into the bed, spreading her legs out and swinging her feet from side to side. She was getting restless and I couldn't blame her. Nora always preferred to go barefoot as long as she was indoors, so I had quite a nice view from the top of the popcorn bowl. As her feet started to swing, my eyes gravitated toward them. I didn't want Nora to catch me staring, so I simply glanced over from time to time. It was embarrassing enough with everything that happened earlier, I didn't want to give her more reason to bring attention to her feet.

"Hey, can you rub my feet?" Nora asked out of nowhere. I was so shocked that I turned to look at her too quickly, which made me fall into the bowl.

"Woah, uh, a little help?"

"Yeah, yeah, I got you." Nora lifted me up and out of the bowl, placing me in the palm of her right hand. "So like I was saying, foot rub?" She gave me a wide grin, almost pleading me. Back in high school, it was pretty commonplace for me to give her a foot massage. Nora wasn't extremely athletic, but she liked to run to stay in shape. Well, after running one day we hung out and she complained about her feet hurting. Having a foot fetish, I couldn't keep my mouth shut and I asked if she needed a massage. Ever since then I often rubbed them, much to my delight. She thinks I give an amazing foot massage and I think giving foot massages is amazing. It's a win-win. Rubbing them now though? That's crazy talk.

"Nora, you do realize I won't be able to massage them like usual, right? My hands are too tiny and your feet are too big." I told her, holding up my hands to display their tininess.

"Do you not want to rub them? I'm sorry if they were mean earlier, I was just jokin' around." She apologized with a pout.

"It's not that, it's just...I doubt you'll even feel it."

"Well, we won't know unless you try. Plus, this'll make the movie more bearable. Please?" Once again she pouted, but with an added quiver of her bottom lip. I couldn't resist any longer.

"Alright, alright. I'll do it."

Nora carefully placed me at the end of her bed, directly in front of her feet. Her soles dwarfed me, toes wiggling with anticipation high above.

"How am I going to reach anything but your heel?" I asked and gestured to the gargantuan towers of flesh I was supposed to massage.

"I'll just lie down like this." Nora said as she turned over onto her stomach, both of her soles now facing up. "See? Now you get started and I'll keep watching the movie so I can tell you how this riveting tale ends." She stated with a painfully sarcastic tone, not looking at me anymore. I could only see the back of her head now as her attention was drawn to the glowing laptop screen ahead of her. Her head and body blocked my view of the screen, but that was fine. I had more important things to do right now.

"Wow." I whispered to myself as my eyes examined the two tan landscapes ahead of me. Nora's skin is naturally white, but she happens to tan extremely well and takes pride in that. I had been under her feet twice, but now I had the opportunity to explore them. I put a hand on her big toe, which twitched slightly in response. Rather than simply continue to marvel at them, I decided to get started.

Using both my hands to push myself over her toes, I clambered onto her right sole. My foot got caught for a moment between her big and second toe, causing me to face plant into her skin. My face indented her flesh, the sole inviting me to lie down just a bit longer. It was almost like a giant bed and the aroma was nice.

I've never been one for smelly feet, which is sometimes a preference for people with a foot fetish. Through my multiple misadventures with her feet today, and even when I would massage them back in the day, I've noticed that she must take care of them. For someone who loves going barefoot, you'd think that there would be more dirt or odor coming from them. Aside from the natural scent of sweat, there was no smell to complain about. I rubbed my face into the sole, enjoying the sensation. I suddenly stopped, however, and stood up. I was being selfish! I told her I would give her a massage and I was going to do just that! I cracked my knuckles, knelt down in front of the ball of her foot, and began rubbing.

After a few seconds, I realized I had to work harder. Simply pushing with my hands wasn't enough. I could tell I was moving the skin around, but the skin isn't what needed the massage. The muscle needed to be massaged as well. I changed tactics and massaged with my elbow, pushing with the weight of my entire body.

"Mmmm, there you go. That feels good, Dom." I heard Nora say, although I didn't bother to turn around and look at her. If I wanted this massage to be done by the end of the movie, I had to be efficient and focused. I used this elbow technique on the ball, arch, and heel of her foot. It took a long time, but the numerous moans of satisfaction I heard from Nora was worth it. I finally reached the toes and began to massage each of them individually. I started with the biggest and most difficult toe, then worked my way down.

Throughout this whole endeavor, my libido was going crazy. I was so excited to be this close to a foot and not just any foot! I had admired Nora's feet so many times and never did I act on my desires. Whether it's because I feared Nora would think I am a freak or she would reject me as a friend if I told her, it was all the same. I was too much of a coward to ever say anything and it might stay that way for the rest of my life. This train of thought was making me both depressed and angry with myself. I stared down at my hands as I massaged one of her toes, then my eyes slowly drifted toward the crevice between her toes and the ball of her foot. The space in that crevice was a perfect fit for a body as small as mine, which I had found out earlier today while in her shoe. The crevice almost seemed to call out to me, asking me to relax for a little. It was warm, snug, and I would be surrounded by Nora. My instincts took over once more.

"Fuck it."

I leaped into the crevice beneath her toes, burying my face into her skin. The smell of her feet was much stronger here, but I honestly enjoyed it. I wanted more of it and I wanted to be even closer to her. Not only did I begin to ravenously kiss her toe, but my hips grinded into her, pleading for release. It didn't take long for me to get that release and I laid there in the crevice for a short time afterward, limp and exhausted. Now that my moment of weakness was past, my mind was processing everything that just happened. Horrified, I looked up toward the rest of Nora's body. Sure enough, she was leaning on her elbow, staring directly at me with a smirk.

"Did you have fun down there, little man?" Nora asked me with a chuckle. Soon, her expression went from being amused to distressed as she looked upon me. I curled up and started crying, too ashamed to even look at her.

"Dom, a-are you okay?" Nora asked, her voice shaking. I gave no response, just more sobbing. I just wanted nothing more than to disappear, make it so she wouldn't have to look at me. "It's alright, it's alright. You don't have t'worry, I already knew." Tears continued to stream down my face, but I attempted to wipe them clean from my eyes as I turned to look up at her.

"You what?"

"I knew that you liked my feet." She stated matter-of-factly with a gentle smile. "I'm sorry I didn't say anythin' before, but I didn't know you'd cry. I just...wanted you t'have fun. You always stress too much."

"H-h-how did you know?" I wasn't stuttering, I was gasping for breath as I tried to recover from my breakdown. The tears stopped flowing, but my heart was still racing. "I gave you foot massages, sure, but that doesn't mean I like feet."

"Remember how you started usin' a pillow t'prop my feet on your lap?"

Of course I remembered. I nearly had a panic attack one night when I was massaging her foot and it brushed against my crotch. She didn't react, so I assumed she didn't feel my boner. Since that incident I used a pillow as a barrier between her feet and my crotch.

"You...felt that?"

"Of course I did. I didn't say anythin' though because, well, it's just somethin' you like. If you didn't want me t'know about it, then I wasn't gonna force it outta you." Nora explained with a shrug as she picked me up and turned over to sit on the bed. After she opened up her hand, I sat down in the middle of her palm and continued the discussion.

"So, all this stuff today about having me around your feet?" I was a mixture of confused and relieved.

"Well, I seriously had no idea you were in my shoe this mornin'. As you talked about bein' under my feet though, I decided I wanted t'make you more comfortable with it. There's nothin' t'be afraid of, you're just a normal guy who happens t'like feet. Big whoop." Her finger came over and lightly flicked my right arm, which I assumed was meant to simulate punching me. I laughed at this, although the force of the flick knocked me over. "Oh, sorry!"

"I'm fine, I'm fine." The flick may have left a bruise, but I wasn't going to say anything about it. "But..." I sat back up, now staring down at her palm. "I was a disgusting pervert." I couldn't believe I lost control like that.

"You're not a pervert. You may have gone overboard, yeah, but it was bound t'happen. You like feet and now you've got a giant pair all t'yourself! I don't blame you, honestly. I'm, uh, flattered that you like 'em so much." She began to blush and my emotions were a jumbled mess. I was so horny that I humped her foot without asking and she wasn't upset in the slightest? I started to tear up again, which immediately worried Nora. "Hey, I said everythin' is cool! What's wrong?"

"You're too nice. I don't deserve such a good friend." I tried to wipe away the new tears with my arm.

"We're not just friends, we're best friends. You've always been there for me too, don't forget that. When my dad died, you tried t'cheer me up every single day. Even when I pushed you away, you kept comin' back."

"I wasn't going to abandon you when you needed me most." I stated and shook my head.

"And now you need me. Not only do you have this little problem," Nora used her thumb and index finger to signify what the 'little' problem was. "but you're also too hard on yourself. I'm not sure how long you're goin' t'be like this, so I think it's best we enjoy it."

Finally, my body wasn't trembling anymore and the waterworks seemed to have shutdown. Her kind words helped calm me down and I couldn't appreciate it more. I looked up at her with a wide grin. "I think that sounds great."

"I'm glad you see it my way. Oh, and for the record, you felt pretty good in my shoe. I thought you were a pebble, so I had fun playin' with you. The only reason I knew something was wrong is because most pebbles aren't fuzzy." She said, gesturing to the brown hair atop my head.

"So...I make a good pebble?" I asked with red cheeks.

"Oh, A+ material. Ten outta ten." Nora winked at me and looked like she was going to say something else, but then her phone beeped. She checked it and let out a sudden gasp.

"What? What is it?" Based on her expression, it had to be important.

"We're gonna start the raid soon." Nora proclaimed, holding up her game controller with a determined look in her eyes. "And we're down a person."

This was serious. Without the recommended six people to do the raid, everything was going to be a lot more difficult. More enemies to deal with and one less ally to have your back. Everyone would need to play at their absolute best if they wanted to beat it. The odds were definitely against them.

I was placed on the desk while Nora quickly booted up the game. She looked focused, probably going over what needed to be done during the raid. See, the best part about this is that the raid was completely different from the rest of the game. It was mostly just a "shoot whatever moves" kind of game, but the raid had puzzles and strategies that only a well-organized team could do. This raid was supposed to take a total of four hours to complete, but luckily our team managed to cut down on that time through constant practicing. Even if it only took two hours, that's still a long time. I didn't want to bother her, but I also knew I shouldn't watch her play.

"Nora, what should I do?"

"What do you mean? You could just watch-oh wait, no nevermind." She realized the problem and chuckled. We loved playing games together, but I was also a notorious backseat gamer when simply watching. I never meant to be annoying, I just wanted to help. For this, she couldn't have me distracting her by yelling suggestions. "Well...um..." She started thinking and I could hear a quiet thumping sound coming from below. I peered over and saw that she was tapping her foot. An idea popped into Nora's head as she noticed me looking under the desk. "How about you keep me company down there? I get restless when I have t'be sitting in one place for so long and havin' you down there as my little pebble might help." I could see her toes wiggle as she proposed this. The idea of being her little pebble immediately aroused me. I nodded my head furiously, to which she laughed. "Alright, it's game time."

Her hand lifted me into the air, then lowered me to the ground between her two bare feet. I looked at both of them and grinned. I no longer had to worry about being ashamed of my foot fetish, at least not with Nora. Not only that, but she was encouraging it. I was excited to do my best as her pebble. As I wondered how I was going to get under her foot, the right one raised slightly, creating a small gap between the floor and its sole. I looked up at Nora who gestured with the tilt of her head toward the direction of her foot. That was my cue to go, so I began to crawl into position. I laid down under her toes and gave her skin a punch to signify that I was ready. A couple seconds later and the foot settled on top of me, a situation I was well acquainted with at this point. Somehow though, the experience only got better and better.

I heard the game begin, the sound of bullets flying. I could also make out conversation between her and our teammates. Unfortunately I only got Nora's side of the conversation, but it was pretty easy to pick up on what they were talking about.

"You guys ready? Oh, Dom told me he wasn't going to be able to make it. I dunno, he didn't tell me why. He's been really stressed with classes lately, I think he's just under a lot of pressure." Her foot grinded me against the carpeted floor as she spoke that last word, much like if someone were to step out a cigarette.

"Oh haha, nice wording there." I said aloud and rolled my eyes. Well, I tried to say that but it came out very muffled due to the flesh that was currently overpowering me. She released some of the pressure, allowing me to move. I was certainly moving now, although it wasn't my doing. Her foot began to slowly roll me, passing me along her toes, arch, heel, and then back again. It was making me dizzy, but I wasn't going to complain. I was underneath the sole of a wonderful woman, acting as her play thing. That sounded pretty good to me.

I wasn't sure how much time had past, I eventually realized. Her feet had their way with me by pushing against me, rolling me around, and even picking me up. The toes would grab at me and squeeze, as if giving me a hug. I was also pretty sure she used me to scratch an itch a couple times, which I was apparently very good at. This whole experience was a turn on, but I kept my cool. Before when Nora caught me fooling around with her foot, I had so much pent up sexual desire that it just exploded. Now that I knew she was comfortable with me and my fetish I felt as though I had more willpower. I could have more confidence in myself.

At some point her feet stopped moving and playing with me altogether. Also, I couldn't hear any shots being fired from the game. Confused, I pushed against her sole with my arm and managed to shimmy my way out to the open floor. I looked up at Nora who seemed shocked as she stared at the screen ahead of her. It definitely wasn't a happy kind of shocked, though.

"Nora! Nora, what's wrong?" She didn't react, which didn't surprise me at all. A full sized person not hearing noises coming from someone the size of an ant was completely understandable. I began punching her big toe and eventually got her to look down.

"Uhhhh, hey there..." Nora said to me as she reached down to pick me up, but I could tell her attention was mostly on the game.

"What's wrong?" I repeated while waiting to be placed on the desk. Her other hand reached up to her headset, hitting the mute button.

"Well, it's good and bad. Mostly very bad. We got t'the final boss and almost killed him, but everyone else is dead except me. I can't revive them, I'm outta ammo except for two shots in my one gun, and the boss is immune t'melee attacks. Not only that, but he'll insta-kill me if I get anywhere close. We did the math though, and we can finish him off if I land two head shots."

"Well that's great! You're one of our best players. Just take him out. What gun is it?"

"It's a double-shot sniper rifle with massive recoil. It fires two shots in succession, so we're basically fucked." Nora slammed her head against the desk, causing me to fall on my ass. Her head turned toward me with a face of defeat. "I accidentally switched t'this gun and none of my other ones have ammo. If I don't adjust the aimin' correctly, the next shot will miss and we lose. I knew I should've practiced more at snipin'. I just hate it."

"I...I wish was there to help." It was kind of heartbreaking, knowing that we probably could have easily beaten this if I was there. Don't get me wrong, I don't regret what has happened over the past 24 hours, but it still sucks. I let my team down. For some reason though, Nora's face sudden brightened with a wide smile.

"But Dom...you are here and you can help! I've never seen a better sniper than you! I bet you know the recoil on this thing like it's the back of your hand!"

"I've used it plenty of times, sure, but you can't seriously expect me to operate that controller at this size." Her suggestion was ludicrous.

"I'll pull the trigger, you just need to move the joystick at the right time so the recoil doesn't mess up the second shot. You can do it, you're part of this team." Nora took off her headset and placed it around me, allowing me to hear the distressed voices of my friends and teammates. It was do or die time and I couldn't back down. Normally I probably would've been extremely stressed out, but after confessing to Nora about my fetish, this was nothing.

"I thought your idea was crazy, but it might work." I nodded and started to climb onto the controller. "Ready, Nora? Fire on my mark!"

"Three!" The shot was lined up.
"Two!" My grip tightened on the black joystick.
"One!" I focused on the screen, watching for any sudden movements.
"Fire!"

It all happened in half a second. The first shot fired and I pulled on the stick with all my might, then pushed forward slightly. A second bullet flew through the air, hitting its target and causing a plethora of reward notifications to fill the screen. We beat the raid!

"You did it!" Nora yelled as she picked me up and brought me to her lips. Before I could say or do anything I was smothered with a wet kiss. I was dazed for a moment, unsure of how to react. Some saliva was dripping off my face, so at the very least I decided to wipe it off with my arm. "Oh, uh, sorry Dom. I was just so excited and I can't really hug you at that size. You were awesome!" I thought I could see her blush a little, but she definitely wasn't blushing as much as me.

I have had some pretty great kisses and make-outs in the past, but none of that can compare to this one giant peck from Nora.

After a day jam-packed with movies, gaming, and foot play, it was finally night time. Nora had to leave me in her room from time to time when interacting with family, but I was almost always by her side. I kind of wanted to see her family too, although we both knew that probably wouldn't be a very good idea. Nora decided to change into her sleepwear, which wasn't much different from her usual outfit. She entered the room wearing a black t-shirt (probably the same one she was wearing earlier) and blue basketball shorts.

"Ready for bed, pebble?" Nora asked me with a wink.

"Is that your official nickname for me now?" I asked in return, an amused smile spreading across my face.

"I won't use it all the time, but yes, yes it is. I thought you were a pebble when this all started and you're just as fun to play with, so it seems fitting." She explained with a shrug and then chuckled, sitting down onto the bed. The mattress bounced and I fell onto my ass for probably the fourth time today.

"Hey, be careful! I'd probably have a bruised butt if I didn't keep falling on soft stuff." I stood back up and walked toward Nora's thigh, placing a hand on it.

"Sorry about that, I'll keep that in mind. So how do we wanna do sleepin' arrangements? I don't really have a tiny bed for you and sleepin' with me probably isn't the best idea." Nora stated as she continued to think of ideas.

"It's, uh, it's not?" What, is something wrong with me?

"Oh, I mean, I guess you could if you want but don't forget I roll around in my sleep." She reminded me. Ohhhh, that's what she meant. I didn't want to get crushed by accident during the night, so that was out of the question. I continued to think about good places to sleep, but my mind just kept going back to how soft her feet were. After a few times of pushing that thought away, I considered the possibility.

"Hey Nora, I know you usually don't wear socks to bed but...could you make an exception for tonight?"

Nora looked like she was about to protest, then she thought about it. "Actually, that's perfect. You'd still be with me and a sock is like a giant sleepin' bag t'you. Well, it's still way too big t'be a sleeping bag but you get my meanin'." She reached into one of her drawers and pulled out of a pair of white socks. "You know how much I'd rather be barefoot, but I'm doin' this for you Dom." Nora laid her hand on the bed, allowing me to get onto her palm.

"Thanks Nora, I appreciate everything about today. It was fun and...I'm glad you're so supportive. You're the best."

"I know I am." With that simple response, Nora casually dropped me into one of her socks. The fall was a little scary, but the landing was soft. "Here comes your roommate." I looked up as she said this and saw five wiggling toes ready to greet me. She pulled the sock on and I was comfortably pressed into her arch, which was essentially my bed for the evening. The skin was already warm and I knew it would only get warmer throughout the night. Her warmth was soothing; it wasn't going to take long for me to fall asleep.

"G'night Dom, I missed havin' you around."

"I missed you too." I cuddled up closer to her sole and planted a kiss on it, wondering how I could repay her for the kindness she showed me today.

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The light poured into my bedroom, which was not okay. I was pretty easy goin' and there were a lot of things I was okay with, but this was not one of them. I struggled t'open my eyes, needing t'rub them a good five or six times before they were ready t'face reality.

Oh reality, how I hated you. Okay, I don't hate reality in general, but in this moment I did. I had the best and weirdest dream about Dom. Not only did we get t'hang out again, but he was only an inch tall! I've known about his attraction to feet for a while, but in this dream I got him t'admit it and then teased him all day. I never understood his fascination with feet or why he liked mine, but I was definitely...curious. The more I felt him under my feet, the more I liked it. I think I even kissed him at one point. But of fuckin' course, it was just a dream and I'm just the biggest weirdo for thinkin' up somethin' so ridiculous. I laughed at myself and propped myself up on my right arm, ready to get up. As I started movin', I felt somethin' on my feet. Was I wearin' socks? I NEVER wear socks to bed. Then, somethin' moved on my foot. Somethin' was in my sock and it was movin'.

"Dom?!" I reached over and yanked my sock off, causin' poor Dominic to fall onto the bed.

"What was that for? My bed was so comfortable too..." He looked back at my foot longingly, which made me giggle.

"I'm so sorry Dom, I was just surprised. I'm glad you liked your bed. Let's sleep in a little longer, 'kay?" I placed him back onto the sole of my foot, put the sock on again, then laid my head down once more. Now I could rest easy knowing that when I wake up, my dream is a reality.

"So what's on the agenda for today?" I asked Nora as she retrieved me from her sock. I was happy we got to go back to bed for while, although I was also still confused about what happened earlier. She looked so freaked out, like she had forgotten I was in her sock.

"Agenda? Ummm...I didn't really have anythin' planned honestly. It's Friday, but I don't have classes on Fridays, so the whole day is kinda open. Is there anythin' you wanna do?" Nora explained while scratching her head.

"I'm cool with no plan. Let's just take it easy and relax! I would like to eat sometime soon though, I'm starved." I told her while rubbing my stomach.

"What? That popcorn wasn't fillin' enough?" Nora chuckled as she said this. I shook my head in response and she held out her hand to step on. Her hand raised into the air and up to her face. "Well, you've been cooped up in my room this whole time, do you want to come with me to the kitchen?" I was a tad worried about being seen by anyone else, but I did want to see the rest of her family and the room was feeling cramped now. Not that the room was too small of course, but I needed a change of scenery.

"Sure! Sounds fun. Where are you going to keep me?" I wondered aloud. Nora simply pointed to the front pocket of her shirt.

"You'll be safe in there and you can still get a view of the house. Just don't get seen by anyone, please? It would be really hard to explain what happened to you. Plus, I have no idea how mom react." Nora stated and of course I nodded. She carefully placed me into the pocket before making the trek downstairs.

It was dark inside the pocket, but if I pressed my face against the cloth I could make out shapes and colors. We were just entering the kitchen when a familiar voice called out.

"Nora, is that you sweetie? I'm making bacon and eggs right now. There's some cinnamon toast on the table too. I know it's your favorite, so I made it to celebrate finals being over. Are you happy to start winter break?" Lillian asked as she continued to cook. She was the queen of small conversation and loved to talk and talk. It's not a bad thing really, it's just that Lillian doesn't seem to like silence in the company of people. Lillian was quite the looker too. I wasn't sure about her actual age, but I was pretty sure she was only in her mid-40s, so her face was still very young. Guys mistook her for being in her late-20s or early-30s pretty often. She had long brown hair, very different from Nora's pixie cut. Something she did share with Nora though was her beautiful blue eyes. I could get lost looking at them at normal height, so seeing them at this size might be dangerous. Unfortunately, I couldn't quite see her through the black cloth of the pocket, but hopefully I'd get to see her soon.

"Oh, yeah Mom, definitely." Nora said with a nod, although I don't think she was paying much attention. Her eyes seemed locked onto the food ahead of us, which is understandable. It smelled fantastic. Nora walked closer to the table and leaned over to get a better smell. "Mom this great, thanks a lot." Unfortunately, as she leaned forward, I was climbing to the top of the pocket to see Lillian and the banquet of food before us. I fell through the air and landed in something with a crunch. Lucky for me, the crunch was the sound of what Ianded on, not my bones breaking or anything. Unlucky for me, I was now on a piece of cinnamon toast.

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I couldn't believe the feast Mom had made. She is an awesome cook, but rarely has the time t'make breakfast. My mom works in equity research, which basically means she studies the stock market and talks t'people in different industries. It's nice that she can sometimes work from home, but her job also keeps her busy most of the day. Even now I could see her eying her phone on the table as she cooked, waiting t'receive a call. She works so hard t'support me and my sisters, but somehow still finds time t'do nice things like this.

"I can't wait t'dig in. You're the best, Mom." I said, stating the obvious.

"I know I am." Lillian stated with a smirk as she turned off the stove and sat down at the table. Hearing her say that made me realized just how similar we are, in some ways at least. We also share the same blue eyes, which I've always been proud of.

"So where are Lily and Victoria?" I asked, lookin' around for any sign of my sisters.

"Lily should be home by 3 o'clock and Victoria will be working late tonight." My mom replied, which made me feel silly. Victoria's work schedule was weird sometimes since she's a hospital secretary, but Lily is still in high school. I tend t'forget this sometimes because we're all around the same age, but at different parts of our lives. Victoria is the oldest at 24, I'm the middle daughter at 21, and Lily is the youngest at 18. They got on my nerves at times as sibling tend t'do, but we're all close friends too.

I looked down t'see if Dom was doing okay in my pocket, but I couldn't see him. I opened it further and was horrified t'see he wasn't there. I couldn't freak out in front of Mom, so I tried t'keep cool. I glanced over the floor and the table, tryin' to spot anythin' out of the ordinary. That's when I saw somethin' tiny move on the cinnamon toast Mom was about to put in her mouth. He blended in because he was covered in brown cinnamon, but I was sure that was him.

"Mom wait! Don't eat that." Oh shit, how was I goin' t'explain this? The toast was in her gaping mouth, but she took it out before takin' a bite.

"Oh I'm sorry sweetie, you're right. You should get the first bite, considering I made this breakfast for you! Here." Lillian brought the toast to Nora's mouth, waiting for her to open her mouth.

"Y-yeah, that's it. Thanks Mom." I knew if I took Dom off the toast my mom would ask about it, wanting to see whatever it was. There was only one choice and I just hoped I didn't scare Dom too much.

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I screamed as I past between Lillian's red lips. Her mouth was aesthetically pleasing with her plump lips, moist tongue, and saliva. I know most people wouldn't call this kind of thing beautiful, but at this size you learned to appreciate normal things when they were so massive. I certainly didn't like the idea of being eaten, however. I saw her teeth begin to move, wanting to seal my fate. Before they did though, I heard Nora speak up. I was taken out of Lillian's mouth thankfully, but soon enough I was faced with another danger. Nora's mouth opened to take a bite out of me instead! I think she knew I was here or at least hoped so, because I was getting nervous that she wasn't looking down at me. Was I going to be eaten by my best friend? There are many worse ways to die I guess, but not dying sounded pretty grand right now.

I was accepted into her mouth and the entrance closed behind me. The giant pink monster below me that was her tongue started moving everything around. There was loud chewing sounds all around me and I put my hands in front of me to protect myself. When I didn't feel myself move, I stopped and looked around. The toast was being chewed up, but I was left sitting on the middle of her tongue. I felt the muscle with my hand, feeling its smoothness. I wondered if she could taste me, although I assumed I just tasted a lot like cinnamon considering I was covered in the stuff. The tongue slowly began to raise me, then pinned me against the roof of her mouth. I heard a loud gulping sound as all the contents of her mouth other than me were swallowed. Her tongue gently rubbed against me and rolled me around as well, washing off the cinnamon. Oh my god she really was tasting me. After a couple seconds the pink beast laid back down, tipped forward to roll me toward the front of her mouth, and placed me underneath her tongue.

"Thanks Mom, I'll be back out soon. I'm goin' to the restroom real quick." I heard Nora say, the words booming around me.

"That's okay, just don't let your food get cold." Lillian said sweetly, before I could feel Nora walked away. I wasn't jostled around too much thanks to her tongue holding me down, but it was definitely a wild ride. I heard a door shut and was then spit onto Nora's palm.

"Dom! Dom are you okay? I'm sorry, but I thought it was the only way t'not let Mom see you."

"Don't worry about it, it was my fault for getting too impatient. Except for the part about almost getting eaten, it was kind of fun. Did you, um, did you taste me when I was in your mouth?" I asked, still drenched in saliva.

"Of course I did and I gotta tell ya, you taste pretty great. You're an awesome sniper, a great pebble, and you make for a tasty snack. What aren't you good at?" Nora licked her lips and chuckled as she asked this.

"Staying out of trouble, for one."

Thankfully, the rest of breakfast was pretty uneventful. I stayed in Nora's pocket and decided not to peek out the top after what just happened. She ate her food and even brought some back to her room for me to have. It was nice hearing Lillian's voice as they conversed, although the fact that I almost joined her breakfast was frightening. Lillian is a kind soul, but obviously she had no remorse for food.

I ate a crumb of toast and some scrambled egg, which was easily enough for me. We spent the rest of the morning and early afternoon in Nora's room chatting about our experiences.

"What was it like in my mouth?" Nora started.

"It was like a damp cave, but better. The air was warm and your breath smelled of mint. I'm pretty grateful that you brushed your teeth this morning. Oh, and it was cool being pinned to the roof of your mouth. It was kind of like a massage."

"Well yeah, I had to if I didn't want to swallow you too. Also, I didn't want that cinnamon to go to waste."

"Okay, my turn. What was it like to have me in your mouth?"

"Hmmmm, you felt like another piece of food, but I could feel it every time you moved on my tongue. I was nervous at first, but you were pretty easy t'manipulate in there. I really didn't wanna have to up chuck you out." She made a disgusted face at the thought. Then her expression changed to one of deep thought as she tapped her chin. "Hey, I've had a question for you. What is it about feet that you like so much? I'm okay with it of course, but I don't quite understand it." I knew she was going to ask this eventually, so I shouldn't have been as surprised as I was.

"Ummm, I dunno it's kind of hard to explain. Depending on the girl, feet can be soft or have a nice scent. Also, I like the feeling of being under them." I blushed, especially after mentioning that last part. I didn't know I liked that before, but I definitely liked it now.

"Oh? So how does this make you feel?" Nora asked as she brought her left foot in front of her and raised it above me.

"Small. Aroused. Mostly the last one." The hard-on was almost immediate. "Hey wait, you cheated, that was two questions in a row."

"Yeah, but let me ask you another question. How would you like it if I put my shoes on with you in them?" Nora suggested with a playful smirk.

"Like when you first found me? Yeah!" It was a nice experience when she was unaware of me, so I wondered how it would be with her knowingly placing me there. Even better, I assumed.

"Alright my pebble, then let's-" She started, but was cut off by the ringing of her phone. "Oh, sorry, let me get this real quick. Until then, here. Have fun." She told me while helping me down into one of her espadrilles, winking back at me as she walked out of the room. I looked around this familiar environment and smiled.

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I entered my home, carefully closing the door behind me. My mom was sitting on the couch, talking on the phone to some business man more likely than not. I didn't want to disturb her, so I quietly removed my flats and headed upstairs. As I reached the top of the steps though, my mom called out. "Welcome home Lily! Can you do me a favor and take out the trash? Thank you!" She then continued to talk on the phone. I loved my mom, but a little more conversation would've been nice. She works hard, so I don't complain, but sometimes I feel ignored.

I was vastly different from the rest of my family and always have been. I have lengthy black hair whereas almost everyone else has a pretty brown color that shines in the light (Nora had brown hair as well, but you would never know it with all that red dye) and I'm the shortest as well. Standing at about five feet, I'm petite. These physical attributes are superficial though, they were not the root of the problem. My sisters never had trouble making friends, able to surround themselves with like-minded people. Being overtly social was extremely difficult for me. I get nervous easily, stutter often, and speak softly in general. No one disliked me at school and classmates were friendly toward me, 'that quiet girl,' but I didn't have any friends I hang out with on a regular basis. On any given night it was usually just me and my books. Sometimes I wished I was more like Nora and Victoria.

Anyways, normally I didn't mind taking out the trash, but I really wanted to avoid putting my shoes back on. My current flats didn't fit me anymore, so they were constantly giving my feet a death grip. Walking outside with no shoes on was also not an option, because I'd hate to get them dirty. I weighed my options when I noticed that Nora's bedroom door was wide open. She always kept her shoes lined up near the door, so when I peered around I saw the usual suspects. Her black flat boots, black espadrilles, and low gladiator sandals. Nora had let me borrow her shoes in the past, so I doubted she would mind. I figured the espadrilles were easiest to slip on and began to slide my feet in. Being the shortest of my family, Nora's shoes were a tad too big for me, but I was happy to have some extra room when compared to my evil flats. I put on the left, then the right and-"EEEEE" I'm not even sure what noise I made, but it was a shriek, that's for sure. I jumped onto Nora's bed, away from the espadrilles.

"What? What happened?" Nora rushed into the room, her phone in her hand.

"I'm sorry Nora, I should've asked you first. I was going to borrow your shoes when I touched something with my foot. I think you have a bug in there..."

"Ummm...Lily? You have to promise to not freak out, okay?" Nora closed the door to her room and I was starting to get really anxious.

"Nora, you're being really suspicious and I don't like it." I pulled her covers in front of me, ready to shield myself if something were to jump out at me. If this was a prank I was going to be so cross with Nora.

"Hey Dom, you can come out." Nora told the shoe she had picked up. Wait, did she say Dom? Like her friend Dominic? He was so nice to me whenever he came over, I enjoyed his company. Wasn't he going to college in a completely different state though? My confusion was shattered by an explosion of shock as a very tiny version of Dom walked to the heel from within the espadrille I had tried to put on.

"D-did I...step...on Dom? How is this even possible?"

"I'm going to need you to fill her in, because I have to go. That call was my professor. It turns out the file for my final film got corrupted, so I have to drive over there now to give him another copy. Lily, please take care of Dom while I'm gone. Sorry, I'll be back as soon as I can!" Nora hopped out the door, throwing on her denim jacket and attempting to put on her boots while she made her way down the stairs.

This left me holding the espadrille while Dominic and I stared at each other with equal perplexity.

I stared up at Lily, unsure of what to do or say. I was really happy to see her again, but under these circumstances it was pretty awkward.

"Hi Lily, it's nice to see you." I said with a smile. Lily blinked at me a few times, probably trying to process what she was seeing.

"I-I'm not sleeping, am I?" She asked and I laughed in response.

"Nope, I'm real as can be. Can you help me out of this shoe, please?"

"Oh, y-yeah, of course! I'm sorry I didn't help you sooner." Lily tilted the espadrille toward her open hand, letting me step onto it. "So...um...what were you doing in there?" I was in the palm of her hand, but her eyes were avoiding contact with me.

"I, uh, I fell. It was really clumsy of me, right?" I fake laughed, hoping she would buy it.

"But Nora knew you were in there. Did she put you in there?" Lily questioned and I was beginning to realize there was no way around this.

"Actually...yes she did." I was so embarrassed, although I was also surprised because Lily suddenly looked upset.

"T-that's awful! Why would Nora do something so cruel? I thought you two were best friends." Lily looked like she was about to go on a heated rant, but I stopped her.

"No, Lily, I wanted her to put me there." If it was possible for someone's head to explode from blushing too much, this was probably when it would happen.

"That doesn't make any sense, isn't it gross in there?"

"Nope, it's warm and has a scent, but it's not bad."

"Why would you possibly want to be in a shoe?" Lily reached the question I knew she would and I dreaded it.

"I...um...I like feet." I put my face in my hands, wishing I didn't have to reveal something so personal. The saying goes 'ask and you shall receive.' Well, she asked and definitely received.

"Y-you mean...sexually?"

"YES, YES I MEAN SEXUALLY!" I shouted through my hands and felt Lily jump. I looked up with a tired face. "I'm sorry for yelling Lily, it's just really embarrassing and you keep trying to get it out of me." Lily looked wounded, making me feel extremely guilty for losing my cool.

"It's okay, but I-I'm sorry for asking. I was just confused. We don't have to talk about it if you don't want to." Lily looked away again, staring down at the bed. She didn't seem disgusted or upset by this new information about me, which I wasn't expecting.

"I don't mind talking about it, I just thought you would think I'm weird."

"Oh, I do." Lily stated plainly, surprising me once again. "But I thought you were weird before I met you at this size. It doesn't make sense to me why you would find f-feet appealing, but you're still a nice guy and friend of Nora's." Lily seemed slightly uncomfortable talking about feet, although I couldn't believe her acceptance. Maybe having a foot fetish isn't something I had to be ashamed of.

"I appreciate what you're saying Lily. Thanks a lot." I hugged her thumb tightly, happy to know that she doesn't think any less of me.

"Mhm." Lily smiled at me sweetly, then looked down toward the ground. I thought she was being shy again, but I noticed her expression looked very pensive. I checked to see what she was staring at and ended up looking down at her feet. Lily's feet were crossed at the ankles currently while her toes wiggled. The toenails were painted a royal purple, which I took note of.

"Hasn't that always been your favorite color? It looks good." I told her with a grin. She suddenly stopped staring and looked at me.

"O-oh, ummm, thank you Dominic. I painted them a few days ago." After a couple seconds she looked back down at her feet with the same expression as before.

"Why do you keep staring at your feet?"

"I-I am not!" Her face was bright red, obviously flustered.

"You're not being very subtle. Is something bothering you? Is it because of me?" I really hoped I wasn't making her feel awkward. Was she worried I would ogle at her or something?

"Yes and no, I suppose. I don't really mind that you like them, but I have a really embarrassing question that won't go away."

"Well, go for it. Ask." Was it that bad?

"D-do you...think my feet are pretty? I've never thought about it before, but now I am."

"Lily, you can look at me. I promise this is no more embarrassing for you than it is for me." Her head slowly turned toward me, her eyes finally settling upon me.

"I'm sorry Dominic, it's just such an awkward question."

"If you put me down there, I'll be able to get a better look." I told her, but she shook her head violently.

"No no no no no, you don't want to do that. I just got home and have been wearing my flats all day. They won't smell very good." Her protesting was kind of cute, honestly.

"Lily, I promise I won't mind. Just do it and I'll tell you what I think."

"If you say so...just tell me if you need to be picked up or something." Lily lowered me to the floor and left me in front of her two feet. They then uncrossed and settled on either side of me.

The first thing I noticed was that her feet were smaller than Nora's. The word dainty described them perfectly. I started walk around the front of them, looking at the toes. They were shorter than Nora's too, but that's to be expected of a smaller foot. I was curious about something, so I called out to Lily.

"Can you raise the front of your foot?"

"Um...sure, but why?"

"I wanted to see how soft they are." Lily looked somewhat confused, but obliged by lifting her toes into the air and allowing me to see the sole. I approached her sole, looking up at the toes as I passed underneath. The smell of her tired feet hit me hard, but I didn't care. It wasn't a nice scent, but that's natural after walking around all day. My hand reached out and caressed the skin, then pushed into it. I was amazed by how smooth it was. I loved Nora's feet and their texture, but Lily's feet were even softer. I'd be willing to bet it was because Nora preferred to walk barefoot, since that made her feet a bit tougher. Luckily, Nora took good care of her feet, but Lily's are just naturally soft apparently. I pressed my entire body against her sole, which felt good, but I wanted to do one last thing.

"Lily, this is going to sound weird, but can you step on me?"

"W-what? I might kill you!"

"I'm not saying I want you to stomp on me, just settle your foot on top of me. Believe me, I won't get hurt." Lily seemed unconvinced, but she sighed and nodded, raising her foot over me and and carefully lowering it. I was now underneath her arch, smushed into her delicate flesh. I was having a great time and would certainly be telling Lily what I thought of the experience. I just hoped she wasn't too freaked out by my request.

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I had a tiny man under my foot. I thought he was crazy but now he's under there and I can feel his every move. The idea that another living human being was pinned by my foot and wanted to be there was bizarre.

What I found even more bizarre was that I liked it too, and I mean that sexually.

After about a minute I assumed Lily would lift her foot off, but she made no such movement. I knew Lily would never hurt me, although I was starting to get concerned. Did she pass out or something? I couldn't think of any other reason she would leave me under her foot for so long. "Lily? Everything okay?" She wouldn't be able to hear me I realized, so I began punching her sole and moving as much as I could, anything to remind her I was down here. After a couple seconds of this the pressure increased and I heard her voice.

"P-please keep doing that, Dominic. It feels nice." Lily said, her voice quivering a little. It's possible I had misinterpreted, but it seemed like she enjoyed my struggling. Now I was certainly more worried. I trusted her though, so I did as I was told. I attempted to push her sole off of me, knowing that it would do absolutely nothing. My movements did cause quiet moans from above, however.

"I've never felt this big in my life. My little feet are gigantic compared to you. Just one of them is enough to keep you down there, beneath me." Her voice was more commanding than usual, more confident. There was no stuttering and no timidness as she spoke. It was as if this was a different person. I was glad to help her come out of her shell, but the pressure of her foot on top of me was only getting heavier. My struggling did nothing to stop her foot, of course, and I questioned how much longer I could last. I was now completely pinned to the floor, her sole overpowering me. Whether the pressuring would continue and I'd break my bones or suffocate, I thought this might be the end. I was freaking out, but if you looked at the bigger picture, it wasn't the worst way to go.

Suddenly, all the strain on my body was gone as her foot moved to the side.

"O-oh my gosh, Dominic! I'm so sorry, I don't know what came over me. I've never experienced anything like it and...oh I hope you'll forgive me..." Lily was almost in tears as she gently picked me up, inspecting my body. I looked down at myself as well and was happy to see nothing was horribly misshapen. I was surprised I endured that long, but maybe that's simply something that came with being this size. That, or I was just lucky Lily didn't use all of her weight.

"Lily, it's okay. Just be careful, because I don't exactly like the idea of being crushed." I laughed nervously, looking back down at her pretty little feet. Funny, how one of those could've end me. Okay, maybe not funny, but you get what I mean.

"I-I would never! Not on purpose anyways...I was so c-careless and it almost got you killed." She looked like she was about to have a breakdown. It killed me (emotionally, luckily) to see her like this.

"Now that you know, I'm sure you'll remember to stay in control. I had a similar freak out earlier today and believe me, you'll learn from it. Plus, do you remember why you put me down at your feet in the first place?" I asked and she nodded slowly while trying to wipe away the tears from her eyes. "I'd say your feet are better than just pretty. They're cute and soft, yet dominant at the same time. I'm a lucky guy to have been so up close and personal." I told her, and everything I said was genuine. I was recovering from the fact that I could've died only minutes earlier, but I still enjoyed the experience in some ways. Never had anyone been that forceful with me, that imposing, and never did I imagine the first person would be Lily.

"Y-you're just saying that..." She said with a sheepish smile, hiding behind her hair as she blushed madly.

"Nope! I mean it, every word." I proclaimed, nodding for emphasis. "So how long do you think Nora's going to take?"

"If I had to guess, probably another hour or so. That's if everything goes well." Lily said while scratching her head. "What would you like to do while we wait? I did promise Nora I'd look after you."

"Honestly? I'm exhausted. You can just leave me on the bed and I'll take a nap, because sleeping sounds great right now. You don't have to stay with me, maybe just check on me in a little while?" I asked her, followed by a long yawn. Being stepped on was hard work.

"Do you think that's safe? What if something bad happens and I'm not here to help?"

"What's going to happen when I'm napping? The worst thing might be a nightmare, but luckily I'm an adult and I can handle those." I chuckled at the silly thought.

"Well...o-okay, I'll leave you alone for just a little while. I'll be in my room, but I'll come back to see if you're okay in half an hour. Again, I'm sorry about...earlier." Lily hung her head as she apologized.

"I could never stay mad at you, Lily. Don't worry, I'll be fiiiine!" I waved her away nonchalantly. Lily seemed apprehensive about leaving, but she did and quietly closed the door as she exited.

Of course, it turned out that my nap was not as peaceful as I assumed it would be.

I fell asleep shortly after Lily closed the door, but after some time I was startled. There was no way for me to discern how long I was asleep, but Nora wasn't home yet, so it couldn't have been that long. I heard the door open and expected to see Nora. My wide grin turned to confusion as Lillian entered the room. "Her mom? Why is she in here?"

"I'm sure Nora won't mind me barging in to grab some of her laundry." Lillian reassured herself, knowing Nora preferred her privacy. I stared up at her from my spot on the bed, too small for Lillian to notice. She was currently wearing a dark blue sundress with white floral parts along the bottom. Of course, something else that caught my attention was the sound of her feet slapping against her flip flops. I knew this probably wasn't the best time to be thinking about that though. Her long brown hair framed her pretty face and determined expression as well as she began searching the room. Every now and then she would stop to pick up discarded clothing on the ground and throw it into a hamper she had brought with her.

When she walked by the bed to pick up one of Nora's bras, the bed covers shifted and caused me to fall off the edge. I managed to roll into the bra somehow, but my momentum kept me rolling out of the bra and toward the floor. Instead of hitting the carpet, however, I landed on a foamy substance. "What...?" I looked next to me to see five unpainted toes wiggling in front of me. These were even bigger than Nora's toes and I would soon get to meet them up close when Lillian took her first step toward leaving the room. I was thrown forwards and underneath the toes I was just staring at. They smushed me with every step, but the forgiving flip flop allowed my body to sink into its sole without being crushed.

The more Lillian walked, the more awkward her steps became. Her toes scrunched over me a few times, realizing there was an intruder. I was very conflicted right now. I was both aroused and really worried about what was about to happen.

Based on our surroundings now, I could tell we had reached the laundry room. Lillian set down the hamper and then removed her foot from the flip flop I was on, raising it to her face. I looked up and waved at her, grinning as best I could to hide how uncomfortable I was. How was I going to explain this to her? What would be her reaction?

"Dominic honey? I would say I'm dreaming, but I know that's not true. Is that really you?"

"Yeahhh, it's um, it's nice to see you!" I had no idea what to say at this point.

Lillian and I just stared at each other for a few seconds after that, not knowing how to proceed.

The door swung open as Nora returned home, supposedly ready to rush up stairs and check on me. Instead, she was dumbfounded as she looked upon her living room. Lillian's feet were propped onto the wooden table while I stood in front of her toes, painting them a nice red color with a rather large brush. Well, large for me that is.

"Nora, sweetie! Why didn't you tell me Dominic was over?" Lillian asked earnestly, brushing a lock of hair back as she turned to look at her daughter.

"Because...I didn't know how t'explain it? Also I didn't think you'd be so chill about the whole thing." Nora admitted with much confusion.

"Oh I was certainly concerned at first, but then he explained how he-" Lillian was about to go on, but she suddenly cut herself off when he noticed me looking at her and waving my arms. "Oh, right, I'm not allowed to say." She giggled to herself and I let out a sigh of relief.

"Not allowed t'say? What's that supposed t'mean? And uh, why is he painting your nails?" Nora wasn't getting any questions answered, just more confusion.

"We were just chatting and catching up when I saw him looking toward my feet. I apologized for accidentally stepping on him earlier and mentioned that my toenails aren't usually so devoid of color. I asked if he'd like to help me decide on a color and now here we are!" Nora's mother gestured toward me with both arms as I finished up her last pinky toe, almost like she were saying 'tah-dah!'

"Riiiiight, well do you mind if I take Dom back for a while? I'm sure you'll both have more time t'talk later."

"Of course sweetie, you two have fun! After I let my toes dry for a while, I'll be starting dinner." Lillian stated while offering her hand to me. I carefully crawled onto it and was transferred to Nora's hand. As Nora started walking away, I noticed Lillian wink at me with a thumbs up.

"Sooo what exactly was that all about? I know you and my mom always got along, but that was just weird." She looked down at me, an eyebrow raised quizzically.

"I think she just really missed me. After I helped her pick a color, she just assumed I was helping her paint them too. I couldn't just tell her no..." I was mostly telling the truth, but there were some private conversations I had with Lillian that Nora didn't need to know about. Not yet at least.

"Sure, okay." She was obviously skeptical, but she let it slide anyways. "How did she end up steppin' on you? Also, were you checkin' out her feet?" These somewhat accusatory questions caught me off guard.

"It's a long story, so I'll try to sum it up once we get back to your room. In regards to me possibly probably checking out your mom's feet...can you blame me? At least you've got good genes."

Nora busted out laughing when I said this, slamming the door to her room closed behind her and sitting on the bed. Once the laughter died down and she could speak normally, Nora sighed with a grin. "Alright, give me the cliff notes of the few hours while I was away."