Amoe gazed longingly at Crystal's lips, not hearing her
friends voice, instead lusting to press her own lips into her red
headed friend's skin. She didn't notice as her big toe once again
tapped the strange bit of insole in her humid slippers, her feet
almost numb in her increasingly excited state. On the fifth or sixth
tap she finally noticed it again, the cool feeling of it contrasting
with her increasingly hot toes. She wiggled them, barely registering
how smoothly her toes slid across each other, the increased humidity
and perspiration creating a natural lubricant on the skin between her
toes. Her toes looked for the thing in the insole again before
tapping it a few more times, the feeling of her toe drumming against
it oddly relieving, the thing seeming to vibrate in response. Each
time the feeling tickled her delightfully, the feeling exciting her
enough that she turned her attention back to contemplate kissing her
beautiful red haired friend. As Amoe thought about what to do, she
was unconsciously rubbing her big toe across it, before barely
noticing a small hole in the middle of it, the distinctive feeling
drawing her attention. She found herself suddenly in trance, leaning
in and pressing her lips against Crystal's neck, her whole body
filled with pleasure. Crystal's skin felt warm against her lips, not
noticing as she pressed lightly into the hole below her, barely
conscious of the the hole in the insole underneath her toe. It felt
unusually cool - almost wet in comparison to the rest of whatever it
was, nothing like the rest of the fluff of her mangy old slippers; a
slight dip in the middle in which she could feel just a bit of skin
under her toe pushing into. Amoe stuck her tongue out and lightly
licked the skin on Crystal's neck as her toe rested on the cool hole,
the feeling of it underneath her big toe sending a surprising shiver
in pleasure.
The delightful feeling was almost overwhelming and she
pulled her head back from Crystal's neck, her red headed friends eyes
were shut as she leaned her against the back of the couch, her lips
curled into a smile, almost like she was sleeping. Amoe took a
breath, in her reprieve turning her attention back to her feet below
her. She moved her toe slightly, the skin on her toe scraping along
rough edges in the hole in her insole below her.
Ah.
She thought. So this
must be the material underneath the fluff.
There's some kinda hole in it....
She stared at her mangy slipper as she pressed down more
with her toe, probing the small hole that was in the middle of this
strange piece of her insole, feeling tickled at the cool feeling it
gave in comparison to the rest the warm fluff as she dragged her toe
across it. With her heightened sensitivity from the marijuana she
could distinctly feel the strange opening on what she thought was the
soft smooth insole that made up the bed of her slipper. As a bit of
skin pushing partially inside the hole, she could feel the sharp
edges of it scrape against her dirty toes, the distinctly cool
feeling sent another shiver of pleasure, causing her to giggle. The
feeling was oddly enjoyable, and so she started pressing down into it
harder when Crystal's beuty entered her consciousness again. She
couldn't control herself as she found her lips once again pressing
into Crystals warm neck, her toe below her slowly moving across the
hole in her slipper, unconscious of her foot desire to scrape the
dirt of her toes.
***
My face throbbed as the dirty oily wall of
flesh started to move before me, causing me to tremble in fear. The
nonstop battery had come to a stop, but the wall that beat me pushed
into my face, reminding me that there was no escape from the monster
before me. The light was dim; the wall of flesh pushed into my face,
only allowing me to see the grooves on the skin, specs of black and
brown filling some bits of the skin between a groove in front of my
eye, with various bits of fuzz around it. Off towards the side I
could see the skin leather flesh wall lighten in color – the
forming of a callous on towards the side of the big toe before me.
I struggled to breathe, my nose shooting with pain each
time the flesh shifted against it, one nostril clogged. I wasn't
sure if it was broken.
The subtle moments of the flesh wall filled me with
fear, the movement now an experience I was all too familiar with.
The pressure began to increase, the pain in my face and nose erupting
as the feeling shot down the rest of the fluff entombed body, the
dirty oily flesh pushing into my open mouth and causing me to taste
the dirt covered skin. It pressed against my tongue – the leather
feeling like it had a thin layer of wet dirt – almost mold. I
tried to move away from it, but there was nowhere for me to go, my
jaw forced painfully open the skin pressing into my teeth.
I could barely breathe from my nose, the flesh pressing
into it and around my face cutting off all my vision but a blurry
view from one eye of wall of dirty skin, just a single ripple caked
with muck. I began to suffocate slowly again, my body slowly
beginning to twitch as I writhed in agony for breath.
I could feel the muscles underneath the flesh begin to
move, a strange shifting off the wall of flesh before me which felt
almost like a wave.
And then, suddenly, the wall began to move sideways, the
dirty oily flesh dragging into my skin painfully before it began to
slide to the side. I could feel my skin pulled painfully with it, my
face shifting almost sideways like a fighter pilot being pulled from
too many g forces. I wanted to scream in pain, but I had no breath,
my mouth still filled with the dirty oily flesh as it shifted its
ways sideways.
The dirty wall of skin pushed into my teeth as it slid
sideways. At first in the pain of the pressure and my skin being
pulled I didn't noticed anything – but as each inch it slid across
my mouth I could feel the skin scraping against my teeth, until I
felt what seemed like a layer of slime falling into the back of my
throat. I wanted to gag, but my mouth was stuffed with the wall of
toe flesh, the wall slowly moving against my teeth as it slid across
it, the layer of grime flaking off in it's wake, like moldy cheese
against a grater.
I could feel the particulates slowly building up in my
throat, until my tongue was coated in the stuff, an acrid layer of
disgusting tasting grime, interspersed with harder bits that felt
like rocks are dried leather. I felt like I was convulsing as the
toe moved along, each inch scraping more filth and filling my mouth,
until I started to choke, my mouth, tongue and teeth filled with the
viscous material, pushing my cheeks out as it slowly filled with
nowhere to go.
I gagged, but I could not get it out of mouth as the
wall of flesh scraped more of it's much against my teeth. I could
feel it slowly being forced down my throat, before I pietiously
swallowed it, the disgusting material making me feel instantly sick
as more was scraped into my mouth. I was screaming in my mind, the
pain equal to the horrible taste in my mouth, the wall of flesh
around me slowly squeezing me to death as suffocated on the filth
being poured into my mouth, the taste of it like like rotting food.
***
“... itsh like Mark is a living dooooolllll...”
The fact that Crystal was talking surprised her, but the
words bounced around her mind and shifted her attention. The idea
occupied her mind; the concept of a living doll was fascinating to
Amoe, continuing to unconsciously scrape her toe against the insole
below her. She lifted her toe upward as she thought about it,
flexing and scrunching her toes again and again, an instinctive
attempt for her toes to try and clean themselves as she thought of
her dolls and barbies. She thought of how often she played games or
had a tea parties as a kid, not feeling the cool breeze passing
through her toes which continued to wiggle themselves. The relieving
feeling of fresh dirt and fuzz being loosened and falling out from
between them went unnoticed as she was imagined Mark with puffy red
cheeks. She started to giggle at the idea, not thinking as she
lowered her big toe down again, slowly pressing it into the strange
thing in her insole, unconsciously feeling bits of loose dirt and
fluff that had fallen from between her toes that were now coating
this odd thing in her slipper. She smeared some of the detritus stuck
underneath her toes across the thing in her slipper, before she
withdrew her foot slightly and allowed her toes to once again relax,
before lowering them back into the fluff, feeling oily fuzz pressing
up between her toes as she pushed down. She then lifted her toes
again and slid her foot back fully into the old slipper, before
wiggling her toes, as she did, dislodging some of the old gunk that
got stuck there.
***
I coughed and gagged as the toe lifted off of me,
spitting out as much of the oily grime that had been scraped into my
mouth that I hadn't swallowed. I was woozy, like a boxer who took
one too man punches.
I felt nauseous, my whole body in pain, but my attention
was drawn in terror as I started to breathe the hot humid slipper air
again, twitching in terror as I felt bits of fuzz and dirt raining
down on my dirty face as fuzz started to blow around the slipper. My
head hurt and my vision was blurred, each fleck seeming to oscillate
from images of one to many of them, back and forth, as I struggled
to focus my vision.
The big wall of flesh that were Amoe's toes were once
again hovering above me in the dim light, bobbing up and down like
pistons, each one causing me to squeal as it neared my face only to
rocket up again, dirt and fuzz that were stock to it dislodging and
landing around me like it was raining grime and dirt. The humid
slipper wind made it difficult to see as the toes rocketed back up
before me, an oily brown hair hanging from between her toes like a
glimmering chain dragging from somewhere below me in the fluff across
my face as huge flesh pistons lifted upward. The glimmering hair
lilted left and right as the toe moved, part of it remaining lying
on the my face and fluff below me. Each movement of her toes caused
the thing to danc, and I would twitch in fear at each movment, oily
fluff and dirt raining on and around me causing me to tremble. I
struggled to breathe out of my partially clogged nose, trying
desperately not to cough and causing more bits of filth to fall
inevitably into my mouth.
But then monsters above me stopped moving, the bits of
filth and dirt starting to slow their decent as the air began to
still, the air becoming ripe and muggy. I trembled in fear and pain
as I stared dizzily at dirt covered wall of flesh above me, and I
started to whine as I watched the one that was the big toe slowly
begin to descend, a bit of fluff falling from the bottom of it,
bouncing on the wet chain of hair that was slowly beginning to twist
and turn over itself as it lie on my face, the feeling of oily sweat
leaking over my skin and running into the seems of my lips, stinging
me before I could taste it on my teeth and tongue.
The bottom of the toe now cut off my vision of anything
else but it, the heat rising in temperature as I watched the oil
shimmer on the flesh that wasn't covered in fuzz and dirt, the flecks
of visible rocks of dirt sticking out amongst the black muck that
filled grooves of the bottom. The fuzz that fell from it stuck to
the oil along my face, and I found my self snorting to keep my nose
clear of the bits that slowly was burying me, the air now hot and
damp.
I could only tremble as the flesh continued to lower,
only inches from my face, and I could hear myself whine in terror as
the wall of flesh slowly pressed into me, the feeling of pain from my
aching body rising sharply as the air was one again slowly pushed out
of me, everything turning black as I was buried under the wall of
flesh, fuzz and dirt.
***
Amoe wasn't aware of this fixation she had to get the
gunk out from between her toes, the things operating on their own as
she instead imagined Mark as a little doll to be played with. In her
mind, Mark was at a little table with her various dolls and a bear,
having a mock tea party. Beneath her, she shifted her big toe once
more, resting it on the strange thing wedged into her insole, the
loose dirt and fuzz getting caught under her toe wrapping together as
she slid her toe back over the thing, dragging the junk underneath
her. As it continued to slide across her insole she dragged oily
fuzz and whatever gunk with it, gathering more of it around the
strange bit of insole that was underneath her toes. It wrapped
together as she did, Amoe not noticing the feeling the loose dirt and
fuzz gathering in ever increasing chunks.
Amoe's imagination was then diverted back to Crystal,
who continued to talk.
“... but like, yea, I cansh imagine what it be like to
be soooo tiiiiiiny ...”
Amoe nodded, unconsciously rolling the loose dirt under
her toes, shifting it in circles around the strange bit of insole she
found in her shoe.
“It must be scary. Like, even the littlest things can
be life or death” Amoe finally responded, putting her head down
again and looking at her slippers, unthinkingly pushing the rolled up
gunk down into the weird thing wedged into her insole, the thin
smearing and flattening over the thing in her sole.
***
Amoe's toe had lifted off of me, and I struggled and
coughed as I once again could breathe in the humid environment,
watching in new terror as the big toe seemed to taunt over me, the
thing twisting in circles around me.
I could see it dragging chunks of fluff and dirt, the
thing rolling into some kind of strange snowball of filth, loose hair
wrapping around it in some strange amorphous ball of filth. I could
see bits of it smearing into the big toes skin, depositing some of
the gunk across the flesh as it pulled off others into the ball.
It would occasionally roll across the side of my face,
the wet feeling of it contrasting with harder bits that pushed into
my skin before it rolled across me, a strange ooze remaining on flesh
before fluff and dirt mixed into it, leaving my face coated in a
weird paste.
But then it paused, the ball of filth looking as two or
three times the size of a basketball, the thing slowly warping under
the toe right below the bottom of my face. I trembled at the sight
of it, the big toe above me almost seeming to contemplate what to do
with it, like an enormous couch sized creature contemplating how it
would torture me.
And then the toe shifted forward, dragging the ball of
gunk with it, the thing slowly pressing into my chin before covering
my mouth. I could smell the thing, a mixture of rotting cheese and
vinegar, sharp enough to feel like it burnt my nostril before the
slimey sludge went over my nose, and I shut my eyes as it completely
coated my eyes and face. I could feel it all around me, the harder
its covered in slime pressing into me as I began to suffocate, being
buried alive in sludge and fuzz, the odd rocks and shapes hurting my
face, the pressure of them causing me to struggle to keep my mouth
closed.
But I couldn't breathe, the sludge covered blackness,
and in my panicked state I slowly began to grow tired, my lungs full
of pain slowly lessening as I started to forget who I was, where I
was, till I was left with only the vision of what I thought must have
been a wrathful god.
The bottom of the dirty, bulbous wall flesh that was
Amoe's big toe.
***
“I still feel bad about earlier.” Amoe paused,
before biting her lip. “I had no idea Mark was down there.”
Crystal nodded, opening her red eyes and putting her arm
over Amoe's shoulder. “Shh, it's okkkkk. Mark knows” -hic-
“you weren't trying to hurt him...” she said, before resting her
head against Amoe's shoulder.
Amoe was back in her head, trying to imagine what it
must have been like for him, tightening her toes nervously, causing a
chunk of gunk and dirt to get wedged between them.
“I'm a... giant... compared to him.” She said.
“Just the thought of me accidentally vacuuming him up is
terrifying, but I couldn't imagine the perspective of a giant tunnel
pulling him...” she paused frowning, stretching her foot so that
her big toe slowly lowered back onto the partially flattened bits of
gunk resting on the thing wedged into her insole, her weight slowly
causing it to spread into the ripples of her skin and onto whatever
it was below her.
Crystal mumbled as she seemed to rest against Amoe.
“Dochuuu think liiiiike that....” she paused, hiccuping. “Mark
is totallyyy fine...” Crystal paused, smiling. “Jusht think of
all the fun we can have...”
Crystal paused to hiccup. Amoe nodded, her mind
bouncing back to the image of Mark dressed up as a little ken doll,
and she started to giggle, bringing her arm around crystals chest,
gently stroking her through her dress.
“Did you have Barbies growing up?” Amoe said as
Crystal was once again stroking the tips of her fingers up and down
Amoe's leg. As she did, Amoe couldn't help but flex her body again,
her toes smearing more of the gunk evenly between them and the
insole, her big toe dragging the stuff sideways and pushing the rest
of it into some more fluff off to the side.
***
I was once again coughing, the feeling of humongous toes
pressing through the gunk pushing down into my skin before dragging
much of the muck away from my face. I could feel the sludge wedged
into any gap it could find on my face, hunks of it lingering on the
corners of my vision, my lips coated over like by the paste. My one
nostril was coated in it, and I had to blow some gunk out , but I
could feel the chunks in my nostrils remain.
The big toe further below my was covered in the gunk, I
could see it between her toes and covering the bottom of it, like a
poorly spackled wall. So I could only stare and tremble, once again
conscious of the pain and heat, the ripe humidity of the slipper so
thick it felt like was sauna. I was so thoroughly coated in grime
and garbage I felt soaked, like I had jumped into pool of hot moldy
syrup, as I stared at the monstrous dirty toes before me in
terror.
***
Crystal nodded, staring at her legs. “Yea, a bunch. I
played a lot with that whole family set one.”
Amoe giggled excitedly. “Oh yea!” She almost
shouted, pushing her toe into the gunk congealing with the old fur of
slipper, ripping out bits of fluff as her toe rolled the rest of it
forward.
“The one with the whole family, the barbie, the ken
doll, their daughter and the dog?” Amoe said, reminiscing on it as
she spoke. She had the exact match when she was a kid.
Crystal nodded. “Yea... that one... -hic - I
acshually brought some of them to college -hic- for decorashion...”
She said, slurring her words as leaned her head on Amoe's shoulder.
Amoe felt warm and comfortable from the gesture - oddly
at peace. She was thinking about the toys of her child hood as she
began to slowly flex her toe forward and back, slowly rolling the
junk underneath her toe, the ball pulling some of the goop off the
strange bit in her old fuzzy insole like she was rolling up snow to
make a snowman.
“I'm missing the Ken, but I have the Barbie and the
daughter here on my drawer” Crystal said.
Amoe laughed. “The one where the daughter has that
cute little red dress?” She flexed her toes backwards, smearing
more of the fuzz and dirt along the bottoms of her toe.
Crystal nodded. “Yep”
Amoe responded excitedly, causing Crystal to pick her
head up. “Yea, I had the same set!” she paused, removing her
foot from her slipper and resting them on top suddenly, collapsing
the roof of the slipper onto the insole below.
***
A new ball of filth rested at the bottom of my
vision again, blocking my view of anything further in the slipper, as
the wall of skin once again hovered above me. I was going to be
buried in the filth again, I thought futilely, perhaps this time it
being the last thing I ever see, my fate to be buried alive in grime
and fuzz that clung to the bottoms of Amoe's foot.
My prison, my tomb, Amoe's slipper. Would she ever
realize what happened? Would she one day find my rotting corpse in
her slipper? Or would I just disappear into the fuzz, trampled and
indistinguishable from the rest of the the sole, my final purpose to
be a layer of cushion for Amoe's foot, before I'm inevitably thrown
in the trash, completely forgotten.
The thing filled with a dread I didn't think possible.
But then, with what seemed like an explosion, the foot
above me rocketed away, causing the gunk to roll away from my face,
the light returning to the slipper, the fresh air gracefully allowing
me to take a breathe, the muggy air I had breathing before almost
feeling like I was drowning.
Everything seemed still for a second, but then fuzzy
ceiling above came crashing down.
BOOOM
***
Amoe turned to Crystal who was now resting her feet on
the table in front of her, the wine and bubbler resting next to
them. She was speaking so excitedly it seemed like she might wake up
Stephanie. Crystal's toes were pale, the nails painted white, and
looked almost heavenly in comparison to Amoe's, who's skin was
covered in fur and hair, the bottoms of them nearly stained black
from dirt.
“Why don't we have a tea party with Mark?” Amoe said
excitedly, picking her feet up and down rapidly on her already
trampled slipper. Both of the girls giggled.
***
BOOOM
“HE-he-he-”
Even
suffocating in the blackness, feeling surrounded by nothing but dirt
and fuzz, the world seemed to shake, my stars filling my
vision.
BOOOM
The thunder of giggles seemed to emanate from
everywhere.
I was in pain, feeling like I had been punched over
every inch of my body, my body twitching in reflex as I became more
confused.
BOOOM
I was no longer sure
where I was, everything was confused and blurred, I could see nothing
and yet everywhere their seemed to be lights, my head aching as I
could see my friends. Amoe, Crystal seemed to be everywhere and
nowhere, the giggles cracking around me like thunder.
“HE-hehe-he-haaa”
And then all I could see were my gods, the
dirty flesh of toes, and I was terrified.
***
Crystal couldn't help but giggle as she grabbed Amoe.
“Shhh....” She said, somewhat excitedly herself.
“Not so loud” She paused, as Amoe continued to
giggle. Amoe girl was now slipping her toes between the walls of her
slipper, and picking them up. They flopped side ways against her
foot before she abruptly slammed them back to the floor.
“But sounds like fuuuuun” Crystal said, drinking
from her wine.
Amoe nodded, pausing to take a breath, tears rolling out
of her eyes as her imagination ran wild.
“You could bring your Barbie and I could bring one of
mine.” She said, before giggling, slipping her foot back inside her
slipper, the various bits of fluff and clumps of dirt having
scattered everywhere from her wild shaking.
“I'll bring a different one of course...” She
paused, and then snickered. She lifted her toes and pulled her
slipper under her so it looked like her foot was crawling inside, new
specks and clumps of dirt getting stuck underneath and between them
as they dragged themselves through the old fluff.
“... and we can have a little Tea party... A Mom, her
son, and a family friend!” She laughed, fulling inserting her foot
back into the slipper. The strange thing was buried under the ball
of her foot again, and she didn't notice it again as she imagined the
scenario in her mind.
Crystal laughed. “Whyyyyy not have us both be
his Mommieeeees...” Crystal snickered. “... and then – we can
make him serve us tea – and make sure he's good Mommiiies's
boooooy.” She said, before laughing.
Amoe laughed. “Oh my god... that would be the best!”
Amoe giggled, imagining Mark carry a little tray,
scurrying back and forth by a table that dwarfed him, delivering tea
to the oversized barbie dolls which, even while sitting, Mark would
get only up to the dolls knees.
“And we'll have to make sure he does a good job...”
Amoe said, pausing to giggle, dragging her foot back slightly,
bringing fuzz and dirt with it, until her toes and the dirt below
them rested over the thing wedged into her sole.
Crystal interrupted, her eyes closed as she leaned back
into the couch, her mouth pulled into a smile. “Yea he better do a
goodsh job, or his mommieeees will have to punsh him... pusnish
him... you know what I mean” she paused, giggling “... and with
two mom's, it'll be double the punshishment if he screws up... ”
Amoe started to laugh again scrunching her toes, bits of
dirt falling loose from between them before being dragged pushed into
an ever increasing pile.
Amoe's imagination was running while, the idea of two
Barbie dolls towering over Mark was hilarious to her. She could see
it in her mind, Crystal sitting across from her as she stared down at
a little tea party between them, the two girls slowly walking their
dolls over to Mark as he tried to disobey them.
“I don't think good parents would tolerate a naughty
little boy” Amoe paused to laugh, lifting her toes up to wiggle
them once again, feeling the cool breeze between her toes as she
forced little bits of fuzz and gunk out from the between them.
Crystal laughed. “Oh... I'm suuuuure he'd looooove
that... can you imashgine it?” She paused and giggled. “...our
Barbiesh over him, threatshening him with a spanking if he doesn't
listen....”
Both the girls laughed at the idea, Amoe continuing to
wiggle her toes in delight at the plan they were putting together.
She couldn't help but giggle imagining mark lying across the dolls
knees like a toddler, the long plastic arms of the barbie slapping
his ass until it was bright red.
“I wonder if we could find him a little suit” Amoe
said, giggling. She lifted her foot up, slowly swinging them in and
out of her shoe, old dirt and fuzz clinging to her sole along with a
few straight black and brown hairs.