“So whaddya think of Mark's little... fetish?”
Crystal said, smiling.
Amoe looked at Crystal. The red haired girl moved her
hand up Amoe's thigh towards her chest, the feeling of pleasure
accompanying it making it even more difficult for her to think
clearly. She became more and more excited; her slippers felt
incredibly felt hot again so she pulled her foot partially out of her
slipper, wiggling her toes rapidly as she quickly jerked her foot
forward and back in the shoe.
She paused for a few moments to think about it,
unconsciously shaking her foot below her as she did.
“Oh... it's cool I guess... I don't really care to be
honest...” Amoe said.
Crystal laughter cut her off. “...Whaaaat?” She
paused a second, putting her hand to her chest before she hiccuped to
herself.
Amoe stopped shaking, slowly dipping her foot back into
the old slipper as she did. She was trying to process what Crystal
was saying, the words seeming foreign to her.
Crystal's partially closed red eyes looked right at Amoe
before she spoke. “You're not looking forwa to” -hic- “havin
him between your tooeeees?” She said, emphasizing the word like she
almost had too much saliva in her throat.
Amoe found herself blushing, the embarrassment making
her feel even hotter, the hot humid slipper surrounding her foot
suddenly unbearable. She pulled her toes back out just enough to
feel the fresh air again, before once again rapidly wiggling her toes
in nervous excitement.
Crystal leaned in closer to Amoe's face, her breath
smelling strongly of wine. “All the other girls seemed to looooove
it”
Amoe blushed harder, Crystal's gaze making her
uncomfortable enough to break her eye contact, and she found herself
instinctively looking down again. She was staring at her dirty old
slipper, her limbs feeling even hotter now from excitement. She felt
like she was sweating from the heat, her toes shaking wildly in
nervousness.
***
“Amoe... Pleeeeaaasse!!!” I begged, my
voice hoarse from screaming.
Amoe's toes lingered below me the light towards the
opening. From my back buried in the fluff I could only see the area
outside her slipper just below the roof of the shoe, the dirty fluff
of the insole cutting off my vision of anything below it.
I could see the grimy, monstrous things moving quickly
up and down, only slightly visible before they moved into the bright
light outside the slipper that made them difficult to see, before
they would quickly reenter into the dim light under the lip of the
shoe, occasionally picking themselves up enough to whack the roof and
reveal their even filthier bottoms. The rapid movements would
occasionally knocked the slipper and jerk me violently, each abrupt
movement knocking the air partially out from me. Even dizzy I was
panicked each time it happened, the rapid movements from her toes
blowing the fuzz and dirt around the slipper like a storm, before I
would watch a stray hair fly across above me that would fill me in
fear. The hot humid wind stung me with bits of dirt while I watched
brown oily fuzz fall from the roof, each time causing me to twitch as
a new bit touched my skin.
A new oily hair whipped across my face, lifting up and
down and slapping me before sticking to my skin, but like the many
before, inevitably being pulled away by another gust of wind from the
toes, the light rapidly changing between bright and dark as the toes
moved in and out of the shoe and changed directions.
A godlike voice seemed to boom around me like thunder.
I couldn't tell who was who anymore. The voices were deep and
otherworldly, and seemed to originate from everywhere, but I don't
know if my brain was unable to think simply out of fear.
“Oh...
it's cool I guess... I don't really care to be honest...”
Another giantess's voice quaked in response, the muggy
wind around me continuing to swirl the detritus around me.
“Whaaaat?”
But then, just as suddenly, the storm seemed to calm,
and the shoe began to grow dim. I panicked seeing the dirty toes
increasing in size as they began to creep inside slowly, the fuzz and
dirt that clung to them would fall as the monsters lifted slowly up
and down. The light outside the lip of the slipper was finally cut
off as the toes continued to increase in size, the air becoming
hotter and more humid with each passing moment.
“Amoe!!! Oh God!!! Please hear meeee!!” I screamed
as loudly as I could as the tips of her toes now hovered over my
lower body, the dirt and debris wedged into her skin distinct and
visible amongst the soiled swirls of her skin. I trembled at bits as
they fell from them, each one making me feel like I was slowly being
buried alive.
A deep voice thundered once again around the shoe which
seemed to come from every direction.
“You're
not looking forwa to” -hic- “havin him between your tooeeees?”
I couldn't make sense of what was going on, simply
gripped by raw terror as I focused on the humongous filthy toes
seeming to inch forward at painfully slow pace, like they wanted me
to know the inevitability of my doom as the air in the slipper become
hotter and more humid, the strong smell of something like old cheese
and vinegar suddenly noticeable in comparison to the cool fresh air
of before. They dirty things seemed to even shimmer in the dim
light, the brown stained skin having a reflective quality to it,
before I watched a small bead of liquid grime protruding from the
bottom like a water balloon pasted to the skin.
FWOOOSH
And
then, like a bullet from a gun, the grimy monstrous toes had
disappeared before me, only leaving a flurry of dirt and fuzz as a
giant rope like hair was pulled from behind me and further out of the
shoe like a depressurized space ship. The light was bright enough to
blind me again slightly, the bits of fuzz and dirt falling onto my
exposed skin once again causing me to tremble.
The
toes were in the light outside the slipper, the fresh air feeling
returning as the wind picked back up into a storm, the light shifting
rapidly as the toes jerked wildly outside the shoe.
I
wanted to scream, but I could sob instead.
“Please...”
My
voice sounded more like a baby pig then a person, choking with tears
as I remained transfixed in terror at the dirty toes that lifted up
and down like massive pistons. The toes dancing on the edge of my
vision caused the hot humid storm to return, blowing the dirt, fuzz
and rope like hairs around the shoe in a never ending explosion.
***
The alcohol and weed made it feel like Amoe was almost
in a trance, raw pleasure mixing with the strange image of the
imposing football player that was her friend making love to her
between her toes. The images coursed through her mind as she
struggled to make any sense of it; she did know that Mark, as
impossible as it seemed, was now only an inch tall, and could very
easily fit between her toes. Amoe could feel herself blushing even
more, an increasing heat causing her to sweat in nervousness. The
thought caused her to be suddenly embarrassed and exposed, and she
instinctually reinserted her foot in her slipper as if she might be
able physically manifest the hiding of her thoughts, not noticing the
feeling of the thing buried underneath the increasingly moist ball of
her foot and in the dirty fuzz of her slipper.
She felt oddly frozen, a nervous excitement seeming to
cause a strange pulsation from beneath her; the feeling almost
seeming to emanate from just below the ball of her foot, the feeling
tickling her body right up to the tip or her nose. She found herself
stretching in some kind of strange reflex to embrace it, pressing
down into her dirty old slippers soles, a strange pulsation emanating
from below her foot not ceasing as her face continued to blush, a
tickling excitement rushing into her as she finally noticed Crystal's
hands on her hip. Crystal was slowing tickling her with her fingers,
the whole thing filling her with pleasure, her lips curled into an
almost half-crazed smile.
***
Under the eternal hot blackness, I was slowly losing the
battle to stay alive.
I was desperately fighting for my life. The sheer
terror and panic of god knows how long had passed had finally ended
with the dirty ball of Amoe's foot falling onto me like a collapsing
ceiling, the weight of flesh slowly burying me amongst the fluff,
completely cutting off my ability to wiggle and making it difficult
to breathe, the only sensation besides the heat and skin the
occasional thrum or Amoe's heartbeat and taste of dirt and fetid skin
pushing into my mouth and pressing onto my nose. I was so deeply
buried in the fluff that I actually seemed to have minuscule gaps to
breathe between the folds of her skin, but each breath felt like I
was sucking through wet leather hose, the folds in her skin
constantly shifting around me to add to my desperation. It felt like
thousands of fingers pressing into me like haphazard waves, the
effect making it more or less difficult to breathe in rapid
successions.
The stinging sensation of dirty oil that seeped into
my eyes was no longer noticeable as I writhed in the humid hot
blackness, the sensation of the steaming flesh only barely entering
my consciousness as I hopelessly tried to push myself against the
grimy rough leather that surrounded me. My futile efforts only
caused my body to weaken, the strength in my body slowly leaving me,
my tiny breaths becoming shorter and more infrequent. The pressure
of flesh around me only seemed to increase in response, constricting
me in an ever tightening cocoon as it pushed me down into the grimy
fluff, until it was nearly impossible to breathe.
I would have screamed or cried if I could have. Instead
I silently prayed to the thing that held my life in the balance.
Please God... I thought, hopelessly to myself.
Please
let me live...
The pain seemed to dull, my body no longer capable
of even offering a pittance of energy to twist and turn; I slowly
resigned myself to my fate. The echoing words of prayer seemed to
bounce around my mind as the taste of fetid cheesy salt seemed to
perforate my being, and image of the entity I was praying to slowly
seem to materialize in my mind, the final thought I could hold onto
as the rest of the world seemed to slip away.
But it wasn't “God” I was thinking of. It wasn't
even Amoe. It was just a wall of dirty flesh, with monstrous digits
protruding off the end of them, slowly surrounding me before wrapping
me up in blackness.
***
The pulsating feeling below
Amoe's foot finally seemed to lessen, and her mind finally returned
to Crystal next to her. The steamy heat in her slipper made her
toes feel sweaty, and she partially slipped her foot out of them to
feel the cool breeze around her now incredibly hot toes. It felt
even cooler than before, the sweat mixing with the dirty fuzz
covering her skin to cause the cool air to feel chill.
Amoe looked over at the doll house, suddenly having the
impulse to reach in and take Mark out. The image was so odd, the
large man having towered over her only a week before now completely
at her mercy. The way Crystal looked at her made it seem like she
could tell what Amoe was thinking about.
“Ooooooh” -hic- “Amoe... do you wanna play wish
Markie?” She slurred slightly, looking at the doll house and
smiling, before sliding her hand further up Amoe's leg.
Amoe shivered in response, feeling increasingly flush,
letting her foot slowly drift in and out of her slipper in a strange
desire to hide her feet in the increasingly uncomfortable steamy
slipper. She wanted to kiss Crystal, but felt like she was frozen
in place, her toes flexing upward from within her slipper as they
remained partially inserted, just above the place where the ball of
her foot rested and the strange thing wedged into the insole. The
increased humidity starting forming beads of sweat on her foot, her
body fighting maintain equilibrium as she became more excited.
***
A blast of cool air jolted me awake, only to be
immediately replaced by smell and feeling of a rotten vinegar ridden
sauna. I wasn't sure when I regained conscious, the memory the dirty
flesh and toes still burnt into my mind as I found myself gasping in
muggy slipper air, rare moments of cool air tasting like heaven
before being replaced by the ripe slipper humidity, each breath
feeling like I was almost drinking in fetid cheesy vinegar.
Opening my eyes, light blinded me as I desperately
gulped in the air faster than I knew what was happening, each breath
tasting like sharp old cheese. I would have gagged if I wasn't used
to it already, instead only noticing the large and small particles I
felt raining down onto my face and into my mouth, forcing me to cough
and push the larger particles out of my mouth with my tongue before
more were raining back on me, forcing me to repeat myself.
As my vision slowly adjusted in the dim light, I could
finally see what was above me, the dirty bare toes of my memory just
before I had passed out. They shimmered in the light with a strange
brown metallic reflection, the grooves between her toes glistening
with a grotesque dirty wetness.
I was once again terrified when I realized that I could
see liquid moving along her skin, clinging to the bottoms in
increasing globs like the bottom of dank wet cave.
Am
I dead? I thought.
Is
this hell?
***
Crystal giggled and Amoe looked at her. The two girls
eyes were pink, but Crystal's eyes were slightly more closed than
Amoe's, the fatigue and alcohol seeming to take their toll with the
weed to make her look sleepy. But Amoe was the one who yawned,
flexing her toes downward as she did, her big and second toe now
resting on either side of the foreign entity in her slipper, her skin
barely grazing the edges of each side it.
When Crystal finally stopped giggling, she continued.
“And you knoooow, after he's... finisheshd...” Crystal
emphasized the word as she slurred, giggling before she continued.
Amoe suddenly imagined Mark naked between her toes and
unconsciously curled her toes before flexing them forward again. The
thought was bizarre. She always found Mark a handsome man, but the
idea of him wanting to...
Her thoughts were broken by the rest of Crystal's
sentence.
“...we can plaaaay with him ourselves...” She
paused, leaning in towards Amoe, and gently kissing her on her bare
neck.
Amoe shivered in pleasure as Crystal lips touched her.
Amoe unconsciously lifted and wiggled her toes, the things sliding
easily against each other from the increased perspiration covering
her skin. As Crystal pressed her lips harder into Amoe's neck,
Amoe's muscles tightened in an excited response. Amoe pushed her
toes down deep in the fluff, unable to feel the strange thing wedged
into the fluff as her toes slowly pushed down and tightened on either
side of it.
***
Amoe's Brobdingnagian big toe and second toe came
slamming down on other side of my face as I screamed.
“AHHHHH!!!!” I yelled, my voice hurting as I did.
The fluff seemed to rock like a boat getting hit by a
huge wave, leaving me dizzy. The slimy dirty toes slid roughly along
the sides of my face, snapping my skin back painfully for a second.
The dim light reflected off the glistening soiled surface of skin
that surrounded me on all sides; the wet sheen of skin on the sides
of the toes was covered in soaked fuzz and other dirt which clung to
it, the swirls of her skin smeared in something that looked like wet
mud. The only other thing visible was the stained ceiling of the
slipper above me, only making up a sliver of my vision, the nasty
toes surrounding me like I was at the bottom of a fleshy well.
Her flesh was hot and damp as it slid along the sides of
my face, the wall of skin pushing into me from both sides, smearing
wet dirt and fluff along my face, pushing my skin together like I was
trying to make a funny face. I was wheezing and crying at the same
time, my breath haggard. I was terrified by the huge cushion like
walls rising up and above my face, the distinctive swirls and
patterns glistening in the dim light were visible to my eyes. My
vision darted from the wet clumps of dirt to a stray hair plastered
on the side of the big toe to my left, the thing pressing into the
side of my face before disappearing below me and into the fluff. I
trembled as the monstrous toes seemed to rumble around me like a
strange flesh machine, the vibration slowly smearing the wet clumps
wedged between where the flesh met between the the two toes and into
my chin below me. They looked like large dark brown and black globs
of filth, covered in tiny wet hairs.
The whole environment smelled of a rotting vinegar that
permeated my nose and mouth as I tried to breathe. I could taste it
as the air, like too many warm salty humidifiers being blown directly
onto me. I could feel a rising wetness covering my skin, the sides
of my face that were pressed into the toes starting to feel like a
thin layer of oily film was forming between my flesh and the toes.
I looked over for a second, in my horror saw the liquid
oily sweat form a thin layer like stream which slid over her skin and
onto my face. In terror I realized what was happening as the hot
humid environment began to rise in temperature and the toes begin to
glisten in visible sweat, bubbles of dirty liquid that looked like
small balloons starting to form between her toes.
And just as suddenly as they formed, they broke, flowing
like a stream into the the dirty toe jam wedged between her fold of
skin. The soggy filth absorbed some of the liquid while the rest
continued to flow, pulling some of the toe jam debris along with it,
the hot salty oil and gunk hitting my chin like swamp water left out
in the sun too long, before it slid over the rest of my mouth and
face.
I instantly gagged; coughing as more the warm oily filth
flowed over me like a bucket of never ending fetid oil that was
left molding in the sun. It slowly poured over me, only causing me
to choke and gag on the rancid flavor as I continued to be blinded.
I struggled and jerked as much as I could, desperate to
break free and draw any breath, but the dirty toes locked me in
place, my torture continuing as the foul warm sweat continued to flow
over me. I once again found myself suffocating, only adding
humiliation to my horror as I realized I was drowning on the dirty
sweat coming off of Amoe's hot monstrous toes.
Please...
I begged silently too myself.
My mind was just left begging in a craze to the dirty
toes that literally held my life, praying to them that I might be
spared.
***
As the sides of Amoe's big and second toe rubbed on
either side of the strange thing buried in the fluff, Crystal kissed
her again, this time sticking out her tongue as she did, the warm wet
saliva causing Amoe to instantly jerk her head towards Crystal as she
did. Amoe took a deep breath of fresh air, before she couldn't help
but kiss Crystal's cheek back, the girl unable to feel anything but
carnal pleasure as her toes slowly began to grip either side of the
object wedged into the fluff, her subconscious barely registering the
relatively cool feeling of it against her hot toes.
As she moved to kiss Crystal's neck, she could feel the
vibration of her voice through her lips.
“Cansh you imagine what fun we could have...” she
paused, letting out a slight moan as Amoe bit her neck slightly.
Amoe's toes were now sliding up and down against the
sides of the thing in her fluff, lifting her big toe upward and
rubbing against the side of it, while her second toe went down
rubbing it the other way. Amoe was completely unaware; her toes were
on seeming autopilot, manipulating the little thing by slowly
pressing, squeezing, and stretching it, as if her toes were trying to
vent sexual tension out on the thing.
Crystal continued. “... if we had a little toy Marky
right now to play with...” She said, before hiccuping as Amoe
kissed her neck, causing her to giggle.
As Amoe kissed her neck and subconsciously began to
squeeze the thing wedged between her toes, she started to imagine
Mark as a toy, or a doll more specifically. She had always had a
large collection of barbie dolls as a child, and the sudden image of
having Mark interacting with her Barbie dolls as she manipulated them
was just too funny, even if that's not what Crystal had in mind.
Amoe couldn't help but start laughing, releasing her
grip on the thing wedged between her toes, flexing them above it as
she wiggled them unconsciously, the cool air leaking in from outside
the slipper feeling nice against her hot feet and toes.
***
Girlish giggles thundered around me as the
monstrous toes lifted off of mercifully. I was unable to hear myself
coughing and gagging a the laughter boomed around me.
“HAHAHAHA”
I
found myself once again breathing, coughing as I drew in deep
breaths, my eyes barely open as a wet dampness continued to splash
down on me. My cheeks burned from the monstrous flesh cushions which
had rubbed me roughly up and down, pulling me skin in either
directions before they squeezed me slowly between them. I felt like
I was going to pass out from pain when they finally released me, and
now, in the blurry dim light, I could see what had happened. The
toes lifted above me, wiggling on top of me only just enough to give
me room to breathe, dirty droplets of sweat lightly trickling off
from the bottom of her big toe as it suspended above me, like
condensation in a hot salty rain, the flesh like ceiling suspended
only about a foot from my face, like I was trapped in a coffin made
of fluff of and wet dirty toes.
I
trembled as I stared, terrified of the wall of wet grungy flesh above
me, slowly shifting up and down like the dirty ceiling of flesh was
actually a rough sea. Each drop that landed on me caused me to
flinch and I found myself crying, begging to the toes above me.
“P-p-please...”
I cried, nearly hysterical, staring at the toe mistresses that
controlled my fate.
“N-n-no more...”
It
was then Amoe's words from before echoed through my mind, the memory
and realization somehow making everything feel even worse.
I
was Amoe's toe bitch... and I don't think she even knew.
***
Crystal stopped kissing her and leaned back, slightly
miffed that Amoe started laughing.
“What's so funny?” she asked, her hand back on
Amoe's thigh, running her finger up and down the side of it.
Amoe continued to laugh, glancing down at her slipper
as she moved her toes into and out of the it. As she did her foot
and toes bounced against the top and the bottom, and she could feel
the various bits of fluff and other junk sticking to her feet and
between her toes as they were exposed to the fresh air.
“I don't know, it's just been like, a bloody strange
day.” She paused, and the turned to the doll house where she
thought Mark was at, pressing down onto the slippers heel with her
foot, more bits of dirt and fluff from the insole getting stuck below
her foot and between her toes again. Amoe could feel the drunken
high as if she was in a spin, her mind full of thoughts, suddenly
feeling thirsty before reaching for her wine again to drink.
Amoe looked back up at Crystal.
“Mark is an inch tall now. Isn't that crazy?” She
said. She could feel distinctive dirt and fluff under her toes
again, and she wiggled them so that the bits between her toes fell
loose and back to the insole.
Crystal laughed. “Yea, iss pretty wiiiild.” She
paused to drink her own wine. “Crazy how quickly things can -hic-
change.”
“It's pretty weird...” Amoe responded,
staring at the dollhouse tucked below Stephanie's desk.
Crystal continued talking, her one eye now partially
more closed than the other, her words partly slurring from her
mixture of booze and weed.
“But you know whach's really crazy? All this
progressive stuff is starting to expand...” Crystal was saying.
Amoe nodded, but her mind was wandering again. She was
thinking about her day, her learning of Mark's sexual deviancy and
her nearly accidental killing of him. Then there was her feelings
for Crystal...
“The 3 strike policy is going to be, uh, mandated
nationwide soon if you can believe the preshident...” Crystal
slurred.
Amoe wiggled her toes nervously, accidentally feeling
the strange thing wedged into her insole, once again remembering that
it was there. Crystal continued to talk, and Amoe was only half
paying attention to her, her own mind wandering as she moved her toes
over the thing, before lowering them slowly, probing it with a big
toe. It was soft and smooth, yet slightly cooler in comparison to
the warm fluff, almost feeling a bit damp in comparison to the oily
fluff in her shoe.
Huh.
So this is what the sole is made of... Amoe
thought again as she absentmindedly began to slowly rub it underneath
her big toe.
“...She's really cracking down hard on men...”
She continued to feel it before she began tapping it
lightly with her toe, the thing moving slightly with each little tap,
but she could tell it was wedged solidly in the insole. She then
tried pushing it from the side, the thing giving partially underneath
the flesh of her toe, but the fluff surrounding it only warped
slightly as she did. The thing shifted back into place as she
stopped pushing at it from it's side, feeling the thing slide across
the bottom of her toe as it did. It tickled her skin, an oddly
pleasurable feeling in her high state, before noticing Crystal's
voice again.
***
A goddesses voice thundered around me.
“The
3 strike policy is going to be, uh, mandated everywhere soon if you
can believe the preshident...”
In the humid, rank environment of the slipper, Amoe's
dirty wet toes wiggled above me, bits of filth from between her toes
and warm salty oil falling down onto me and forcing me to struggle to
breathe like it was raining dirt and warm sweat.
“eeeeehhh” I whined piteously.
She had just pressed her toe into my face, temporarily
suffocating me for a second, only to lift it off again to taunt me
from above, the monsters seeming to clean themselves, using me as
their dirty human trash heap.
But then the toes suddenly paused, and for a fraction of
a second, I watched in terror as the big toe slowly shifted directly
over me. I stared at a glimmering stream of sweat rolling down from
the side underneath it, forming a small blob.
“P-p-ple -”
BAM
Before I knew what had had happened, the toe swooped
down and slammed into my face, like boxer throwing a straight jab,
knocking my head back into the fluff, the thing hovering above me
again before I realized what had happened.
A drop of hot moisture fell off the toe and stung my
eyes.
BAM
The toe had punched me again, seemingly faster than the
last time, the heat and slime from the toe rubbing into my skin
before pulling off again, the hot sweat and dirt erupting like spray
above me as the toe was once again positioned above me. My head
hurt, and I tried to process -
BAM
I could hear a goddess voice even through the ringing in
my ears.
“...She's really cracking
down hard on men...”
Time seemed to slow as the toe pulled off of me, the
taste of cheesy salt the only thing I could feel besides the
increasing pain in my head, my body now instinctively trembling at
the toe suspended above me.
I didn't realize I was begging.
“Plea-”
BAM
I could taste blood mixing into the sour vinegary sweat
now, my vision slightly blurry, the hot steamy environment of the
shoe somehow feeling oppressive as a mist of dirt and sweat seemed
suspended in the air above me like a cloud.
I didn't realize I was screaming when the toe came down
again.
BAM
***
“...
and, like, I've even heard talk of the propping... - hic- propasing –
hic- you know what I mean” Crystal said, pausing to giggle. “...
to selllll 3rd
strike men in other states, using them on open market, people are
coming up with all sorts of wild ideas -hic-”
Amoe nodded but wasn't fully paying attention, turning
to look down at her slipper, her foot inside just far enough so that
her toes could probe at the strange thing.
It's
weird that it moves a bit when I push it. Perhaps it's a rock?
She thought, tapping it a few more times to try and see if she might
dislodge it, before pressing her toe into it, pushing it around as
she dragged her big toe across it. She felt it give slightly, like
the thing was being pushed into the fluff.
“... like itsh gotta be really strange that were as
big as skyscrapers to him...”
Amoe nodded, looking Crystal in the eyes. Crystal's
eyes were distinctly red, and she could feel Crystal's pulse through
her thighs as the girls legs touched each other. Her skin was warm
and soft, and she found herself becoming aroused by Crystal, staring
at her lips in a kind of secret lust. Without thinking, she started
to tap her toes nervously and with more strength than before, picking
up her big toe and jerking it down in the the insole, not noticing as
her toe hit the strange thing wedged into the sole, repeating the
process over and over.
***
Terrified and dizzy in the ripe, dank slipper darkness,
I struggled to breathe and keep my eyes open. But a sudden rapid
movement of Amoe's big toe jerking into the air drew my flight or
flight response, and time seemed to slow as I stared in terror as the
enormous thing raised up even further then before.
In my confused, pained state, I knew what was about to
happen. I felt like a small animal trapped by a bear, the thing
raising up over me to consume me alive. I was absolutely terrified.
I watched as particles of dirt and sweat slowly fell off
of it, like time was slowing down, a single drop of warm oily sweat
slowly falling in the dim light in slow motion down onto me. The
dirty brown skin under Amoe's toes glistened in the light above me,
and I found myself piteously whining as the warm drop of sweat
splashed over my lips, but I was too terrified to even gag at the
cheesy flavor.
The big toe swooped down on me faster than lighting.
BOOOM
The world flashed white as my head was knocked down deep
in the fluff, rebounding suddenly in a jerk; a sharp pain emanating
across my face and down my limbs. Everything seemed to spin, my head
full of pain as the light in the slipper now seemed far too bright,
hurting my eyes. I could feel and taste the ripe slipper air, the
only sensation I had besides the pain, before I saw big toe
glistening once again above me, terror gripping me once more.
BOOOM
The world flashed white again, my face erupting in pain.
I could taste blood as the world seemed to spin around me, stars in
my eyes complimenting the kaleidoscope that was now my vision. The
ringing in my ears was otherwise deafening, but I was still able to
taste the salty vinegar sweat and skin that seemed to go deep into my
mouth and nose. I was struggling to breathe, the air seemingly
forced out of me, the world spinning slowly around, the particles in
the air blurred to the point I wasn't sure if it was globs of
moisture or just my confused vision. It didn't even feel like the
toe had lifted off of me, everything was just oppressive heat, old
cheesy sweat, and pain.
BOOOM
I was somewhere else, far away in the light of a green
field, trees on the horizon. I wasn't sure how I got here, but
before I could think about it, the field turned dark. I looked up,
above me was a storm which stretched in all directions; it was a dark
black sky, no more light anywhere on the horizon. It was raining,
but the water was yellowish brown and warm, smelling of rotting salt
and vinegar.
Then globs of brown filth started falling on me, pelting
my face and covering my skin like wet rags. I realized it wasn't
storm; looking up again, it was soiled skin, stretching as far as I
could see, going off in every direction. I could see swirls of skin
forming a distinctive pattern, caked with dirt, each one looking like
valleys and mountains that stretched off beyond the horizon.
I was screaming as the sky fell; I had no escape. I
could see the trees on the edge of the field quickly be crushed with
a crack, before the wall of dirty yellow skin fell onto me, and I was
consumed in a hot humid blackness.
BOOOM
Everything was black.
Am I dead?
I felt pain and sharp ringing in my ear; a pounding
heartbeat was echoing around me. I found myself struggling to
breathe in the hot oily wet blackness, one of my eyes pushed
painfully shut as I struggled to open them. As I opened one eye,
even with my kaleidoscope of vision, I could see the blurry swirls of
dirty flesh only an inch from my face and feel the warm sweat rolling
off of them as it made contact with my nose and cheek. I panicked,
struggling to breathe, realizing that my mouth was forced painfully
open as the wall of toe flesh pushed into it, like the tip of a
humongous dirty leather cushion being stuffed into my mouth. The rest
of the skin warped around my face and pushed one of my nostrils shut,
but as I struggled to breathe, I could tell with pitiful mercy, one
of them remained open. It formed a pocket of muggy slipper air
allowing me to draw in small tepid breaths, the rank humidity making
it difficult to tell if I was breathing anything in at all, the
occasionally spray of sweat clogging my nostril and causing me to
sniffle in the swampy air of slipper and toes. I watched the dirty
liquid flow in front of my face along the dirty wall of flesh that
was Amoe's toe occasionally splash me, as much as I could feel the
salty, cheesy vinegary sweat rolling down the wall of skin against my
face, before finally disappearing beyond my vision.
In my horror, as it rolled between my skin and the wall
of flesh I was pressed into, I could feel the hot oily sweat seep
into my mouth, tasting it's gross acrid flavor as it slowly filled my
throat. I tried to gag, twist my head in any direction to escape
the putrid taste, but I was locked fully in place, and eventually had
to give up, vainly trying to not swallow it before I inevitably did.
It continued to pour into my mouth like a small hot stream, my mouth
now just a drain for the dirty warm sweat rolling off the toe that
surrounded me.
My whole body ached as I struggled to breathe out of a
single nostril, and as the ringing in my ears died down I realized
the heartbeat I was hearing was coming from the pulse of the toe
above me, each thrum vibrating me reminding me of my position in life
now, just a cushion and drain for Amoe's dirty toes. The dirty,
bulbous skin had forced my mouth painfully open, the salty sweat and
skin pushing my lips to the side and stinging my gums, putting a
pressure on my teeth to the point I was worried they might eventually
snap. And, worst of all, even amongst the sweat the seeped into my
mouth, the skin felt like it was slowly pushing inside, and I could
taste the dirty flesh against the tip of my tongue.
I tried pulling my tongue back into my mouth, but I was
so weak and in so much pain I gave up, resigning to accept the putrid
taste of Amoe's dirty big toe grazing my tongue, each second passing
seeming to push a tiny bit further onto the tip, my body aching in
pain as I became more and more lightheaded as I struggled to breathe,
only feeling hot sweaty flesh pressing down onto me besides the oily
fluff that wrapped my body.
I couldn't even cry – every moment was simply as
struggle to stay alive.
A voice echoe'd in my mind.
Amoe's
little toe bitch...