“Urghhhhh-”
I woke up feeling like I was in the middle of vomiting,
a both equally novel and horrifying experience. The sickening
nausea in my chest was an even stronger feeling than the dull pain
that covered my entire body and the high pitched ringing in my ears
couldn't drown out the muffled noise coming from my mouth as I felt
the viscous mush pushing up from my stomach.
“Erghhhh-”
I couldn't see anything, a layer of what felt like damp
fur covered my face as I felt the misshapen filth occupying my mouth
being pushed out by a combination of the material coming from my
gagging throat and my own tongue and cheeks trying to push it out.
As the crud slipped out from between my lips it simply fell onto the
side of my face, the wet bits feeling like seaweed intermixed with
chunks of hard leather. Something that felt like a worn shell was
stuck to the inside of my cheek, cutting into my battered flesh in
sharp pain. I had the instinct to try and move it away with my
tongue, but more goop emerged from the back of my throat in a never
ending wave of nausea, preventing me from doing anything but taste it
as it rolled over my tongue.
“Blehhhh-”
I felt hot as I threw up the newest bit of wet fur,
finally pausing to take a weak breath through my nose, my one nostril
clogged with the furry garbage as the other pulled in bits of dirt,
tickling me and making it hard to breathe. I only managed for a
moment before a new wave of sickness hit me, and I found myself
gagging out more garbage.
“Urrrrghhhh-”
Blood rushed to my head, making me dizzy as I puked
more. As the last bit of garbage left my mouth, I noticed the taste
again, an acrid burning that seemed to be a mix between wet socks and
moldy cheese. There was still bits of garbage coating my teeth and
the inside my mouth, and even though I felt like I had a hangover
from hell, no amount of further gagging brought up anything else from
my stomach.
I paused for a moment, finally drawing in a breath
before coughing as chunky debris loosened from my teeth and cheeks
and got caught in my throat, causing coughing in another fit. I
moved my lips and jaws awkwardly, trying to pull the filth loose so I
could spit it out. I could finally touch the sharp shell thing
digging into my cheek with my tongue, the thing hard and uneven,
ridges and bumps covering it as my tongue tried to scrape the thing
coated in a layer of the same gross fuzz I had swallowed off the side
of my mouth. I finally managed to lift it off the inside of my
cheek, pushing it with my jaw so that my tongue could move it to my
lips, and I finally spit it out, the thing flipping up before resting
just above my lips below my nose.
With my mouth now relatively clean in comparison, I
finally attempted a breath through the layers of oily brown fluff
that covered me, which made it like trying to breath through a grimy
pillow that wreaked of the well worn smell of the slipper. My vision
was still a blur, the I could sense a light being obstructed from
the same grime that made it hard to breathe. In the darkness my eyes
slowly adjusted, slivers of light peaking through the fur where it
wasn't as thick. My whole chest felt like it was on fire as I stared
through the layers, the light seeming to flicker occasionally, from
bright to dark.
The sharp ringing in my ear slowly subsided as I took
small, shallow breaths of the muggy air, bits of fur tickling my nose
as I gritted my teeth to draw in extra breath without drawing in more
wet fur into my mouth, each breath a struggle as the grime and fluff
would block my breathing until I labored to blow it out of my mouth
or nose, each time it made my lungs feel like they were on fire. My
tongue slowly tried to pry bits of stringy wet muck that still coated
my cheek and teeth, it occasionally passed over a harder bit, the
rancid flavor occasionally making me gag fruitlessly.
And so I stared up through the dim light, taking shallow
breaths as nausea and pain hit me in waves. I had no idea how long
I'd been awake when the low roar of what sounded like bails of hay
grinding together filled my ears. I stopped breathing, suddenly
afraid, the light flickering through the fur as my vision focused on
the brownish yellow ceiling that seemed to shift from the beyond the
fluffy cocoon that covered me. It would flex and expand, the brown
thing occasionally covered with what looked like black grime, grooves
running and twisting through it, the ridges filled with various bits
of different colored material, each tinted grey and brown like the
fluff that I stared through.
The sound stopped, and above the dull ringing in my ears
I heard what sounded like singing, emanating from somewhere far away,
yet loud enough to hear, before the occasional voice was heard, the
sound unfamiliar to me.
Is
that the TV? I thought, but only
for a second.
In my dim light of dark slipper I could finally make out
what was above me, the dirty yellow brown ceiling that seemed to ever
so slowly shifted up and down.
It was toe. A big, yellow-brown toe, the bottom of
it specifically. Lingering just above me, shifting up enough for me
to see the edges of it before it lowered back down, the heat
intensifying until I could see nothing but the grime filled swirls of
skin before my vision was obstructed by the fluffy floor I was buried
in.
I didn't breathe, terrified that the toe might notice
me, terrified that I would be once again beaten ruthlessly, forcibly
fed the dirt and grime that gathered in the slipper like I was
nothing but a living garbage can.
I was nothing to this
toe, I knew, but the humiliation wasn't important now. Below the
toe, the pain, the taste, the nausea of the gunk being pushed down my
throat was the living nightmare that overwhelmed all of my senses and
thoughts.
In that moment I would have done anything to have been
free from this terror. Even the maze of shoes, hunted by Linh,
being forced into her boot before being slammed into the walls of the
shoe seemed like heaven now.
And so I held my breath, praying to the huge dirty toe
that loomed above that it wouldn't notice me.
***
Crystal finished another glass of wine as the movie
came to a close. She hadn't really been paying attention so she
wasn't even sure what it was about, her focus having been mainly been
on the adorable Asian girl that had been nuzzling into her neck. As
Crystal leaned back on the couch, Amoe had lie herself down across
it, her slipper clad feed hanging slightly off the edge as her body
lie in Crystal's lap. Throughout the movie Amoe had been pressing
her lips into Crystals neck, occasionally letting her tongue sneak
between her lips and causing Crystal to shiver as she felt it on her
skin.
Now, as Crystal turned to look at her friend, she could
hear the low sound of a snore. Amoe had fallen asleep. Crystal
leaned forward towards the coffee table in front of her, grabbing the
remote from it and turning off the TV.
Without the music from the credits, the room was quiet,
only the slight sound of Amoe breathing and the occasionally snore
from Stephanie to be heard.
“Amoe?” Crystal said, running hand across the
exposed yellow skin that peaked out from underneath her shirt and
above her shorts.
Amoe muttered something barely audible, her face turning
slightly into Crystal's breasts. Her red dress exposed the top of
breasts, and Crystal could feel Amoe's warm breath on her skin,
stirring her arousal.
For a second, she though about slipping her boob out
from dress, pressing her nipple into Amoe's moist lips. The idea
filled her with a kind of forbidden pleasure, the thought of her
friend sucking on her nipple filling her with a strange sense of
sexual power.
Amoe could be my little toy... She thought. But
as the thought bounced around her mind, her focus shifted, her gaze
turning to the doll house that was now stationed under the desk
besides Stephanie's bed.
Crystal grabbed the bottle of wine, a strange kind of
excitement filling her as she drank more booze to take the edge off
the thrill that bounced through her already drunk mind. She finally
realized she was alone with Mark. She had no sense of impulse
control anymore.
It was her turn to play with him, alone, and nobody
would be able to stop her.
Crystal reached for some pillows, shifting her body to
the side as Amoe once again mumbled something, still trying to nuzzle
with Crystals chest. She delicately placed the pillow in her stead,
Amoe only briefly seeming to stir before her head fell heavy on the
pillow, her face shifting towards the back of the couch as she
continued to sleep.
Crystal, now finally free from Amoe, stood up, drinking
directly from the bottle of wine as she stared at the doll house.
She looked over at her friend Stephanie, her dreadlocks thrown in
every direction around her head, the girl still fast asleep, her bare
black feet peaking out from underneath the blanket she had over
herself. The lights were still on in the room, the bottles of wine
strewn about on the coffee table and desks, but the room otherwise
relatively clean.
From behind her she heard Amoe huff, and when
Crystal turned back to look at her she could see that Amoe had curled
herself almost into a ball, her arms wrapped around each other at her
chest, her legs curled up under her. Her slippers still clung
loosely from her feet, the two of them hung over the edge of the
couch.
Amoe looked cold, so Crystal grabbed the blanket over
the edge of the couch and threw it over her friend,leaving enough
space for her head to peak out under it. As she moved to cover her
legs, she looked at Amoe's dirty old slippers, bits of dirt and muck
covering the bottoms of them from the years of use.
In an instinct of cleanliness (she didn't want Amoe's
old slippers to get the blanket dirty) she went to remove them from
Amoe's feet. Even from the outside she could feel how warm they
were, and as she slipped them off Amoe's foot she could immediately
smell them, the strong, musky smell of a slipper that seemed to be
something like a mix of cheese and leather. With her one hand now
holding both pairs of slippers, using her fingers and thumb as hooks
on the tongue of the shoes to suspend them, she used her other hand
to move the blanket over Amoe's legs and feet. With one last quick
glance at Amoe, she could tell the girl was still fast asleep, and
finally turned to look at the doll house.
It was only a few steps to the doll house, each one
filling her with more and more excitement as she got closer. As her
shadow finally cast over the doll house beneath the desk, she peaked
through the windows, looking first into Mark's room, hoping to see
his tiny form on his bed.
But he wasn't there. Crystal,
for a second, was angry. But then she began to giggle, sitting down
in front of the house, Indian style with her dress leaving her legs
exposed from the knees down.
“Markkkkk” Crystal said quietly, trying her best not
to giggle too loud.
“Oh Marrrrrkkkk. Come on out sweeeeeettyy” She
said in a slurred, sing song voice.
“Your big friend Crystal wants to playyyy with yooou!”
Her eyes flicked back and forth from window to window,
looking for any sign of movement. In the quiet of the room she
could hear a brief snort from Stephanie, Amoe's shallow breaths no
longer audible from across the room.
And in the quiet she heard a sound, so quiet it was
barely audible. She wasn't sure if she had imagined it, and it
barely registered in her mind. She continued to look into the
windows of the doll house.
“Maaarrrkky-poo” Crystal said, giggling. “Come on
out, tinyyy boyyy”
As she stared into the windows, she heard the noise
again. But this time, it sounded more like a squeak.
It almost sounded like it was coming from below her,
when she heard the squeak again, but this time, the squeak was her
name!
“Crystal!” It squeaked, barely audible, sounding
odd. It was so quiet, almost like a mouse. Yet it sounded like
someone shouting in a recording, but with the volume set to the
lowest possible setting, and the pitch set to its maximum.
It was Mark, she knew. But the direction of the sound
confused her, it wasn't coming from the doll house, it seemed to come
from right below her.
“Markkkk?” Crystal said, the alcohol only adding to
her confusion.. She hiccuped before continuing. “Wha? Where
are youuu?”
“Crystal!!!” The tiny voice pleaded. “Please!!!”
Crystal shifted her vision down to her lap, realizing
her hand was still wrapped around the slippers.
“Where are youuuu micro markyyyy?” Crystal said,
giggling.
As she stared down in silence she once again heard the
quiet squeaky cries of the boy.
“Crystaaal!”
She titled her head slightly as her eyes looked towards
the direction of the sound.
“No. Fuckin. Waaay” Crystal said, looking into the
mouth of the dark slipper, the damp slipper smell filling her nose as
she stared at the stained brown fluff, slowly realizing where the
sound was coming from.
“Pleease...” Mark cried from somewhere within the
slipper.
Crystal heard his pleas distinctly, moving the other
slipper to the floor as she stared into the well worn thing. As
she swept her eyes back and forth, she couldn't see him, only loose
fuzz and clumps of hair as she tilted the shoe so that the light from
the room illuminated the inside.
“Marky? Isss thatch you?” She paused, staring
inside. “I can baaarely hear you”
“Yes!!! Crystal... please!!!” The tiny voice cried.
“Where aaaaaare yooooouuu tiny maaaaaan? I can't see
youuuu...” Crystal slurred, pausing to hiccup.
“What're ya sayin?” She mumbled, shaking the
slipper slightly and watching the loose junk bounce around.
Crystal grabbed the bottle of wine with her free hand
and drank directly from the bottle, tilting the slipper back and
forth and watching a balls of fuzz and hair roll about the shoe.
“Oh god Crystal, please! I'm here! Get me out of
here!!!” The voice squeaked.
Crystal listened to the tiny mans cries as she drank
from the bottle, her eyes tilted down as she stared inside the
slipper. When she finally removed the bottle from her mouth, she
licked her lips.
“Hoooold on Marky – I have a -hic- a idea”
Crystal stood up, still holding the slipper Mark was
trapped in and placed it on the desk, before turning around and
reaching out for her phone that remained on the coffee table behind
her. As she did, she saw Amoe stirring, and part of her realized
she wanted some privacy so that the other girls might not wake up
from her noise. Her movements were slow and haphazard – she
initially missed grabbing the phone on the first attempt. After she
grabbed it, she turned to the TV, turning it on to a random station,
the sounds of it filling the room. Both the other girls continued
to sleep, completely unaffected, and with renewed confidence she
pulled the chair up to the desk, sitting down before propping her
white feet up against the side of the desktop, before fiddling around
with her phone. She stared at for a second, opening and closing her
eyes as she tried to focus on it.
Eventually she unlocked it, and instinctively went into
her phones messages, giggling as she read the ongoing thread she had
with the other girls.
“Marky -” she paused to hiccup before continuing her
slurred speech
“You gotcha see this thread – it's sooo funnyyyy”
She instinctively lowered her phone down before flipping
it around, moving it closer to the desk, holding it out so that the
person she thought was there could see it, before realizing what she
was doing.
“Oh yeaaaaaa. You're still tiiiiiiiiiny” She paused
and hiccuped again. “My bad – what waaas I doing?”
As she stared at the slipper on the desk she once again
heard the the faint, high pitch cries emanating from inside the
slipper.
“Oh yeaaaaaa” She said, giggling as she looked back
down at her phone. She took her feet off the desk and swung them
below her, before she grabbed Stephanie's phone as well, and then
with her own, made a facetime call to Stephanie. She accepted the
call on Stephanie's phone, disabling the video feed but turning on
the flashlight, so the screen remained black but white light emanated
from next to the phones inner camera.
As she worked she placed her bare feet below her on the
doll house. She didn't notice the plastic walls bending slightly as
she pressed her weight into it, some of her french manicured toes
hooking into a few windows, while her other foot pushed onto the
porch, knocking the door off it's frame as her foot pushed inside.
Her mind was occupied as she slipped Stephanie's phone into the
slipper.
She could see from her own phone the video from
Stephanie's. She could make out the individual details of the dirty
fuzz inside, the once white fur now stained a yellow brown, dirt and
hair deeply embedded in the fluff while others blew around loosely in
the air. She watched as her hand pushed the camera deeper, the dirty
fur appearing to move on the screen like a river, until her camera
hit the end of the shoe. The whole time she looked for any sign of
Mark on the feed.
Crystal hiccuped again before speaking. “Did you,
like, shrink even smaaaller? I cantch – I can't see youuuuu!”
The voice from inside the shoe was picked up on the
phone's feed, and she could finally hear Mark clearly through her
phones speakers.
“Crystal! Please! I'm right here! I'm stuck in the
fur!”
As the sound came out of the phone she stared at it, and
amongst the brown stained fluff she finally saw something. The thing
was covered in fuzz, the fur jutting up around it looked like
somebody had placed a rock on some old brown grass, before throwing a
layer of dirt on it. But this wasn't a rock – and there were two
glimmers partially obscured from the fuzz and a hole appearing to
move in the center of it, clearly visible – and at the same time
Mark spoke.
And Crystal immediately burst out laughing.
***
“HAHAHAHAHA” Crystal's voice
thundered around the shoe.
A white light blinded me from above, the relief of being
rescued now replaced by the fear of whatever was happening above me.
I felt like I was below a UFO, about to be abducted. Crystal's
shaking of the slipper had knocked much of the layers of fluff off my
face, but some of the grime and dirt remained along with the shell
like thing now stuck above my lips.
But as Crystal's drunken laughter echoed about the
slipper, the fear was now mixed with humiliation. I felt like I was
under a microscopic, realizing whatever this thing was allowed
Crystal to see me. That's when it finally clicked – it was a phone
– Crystal must be live streaming me.
I prayed to god she wasn't streaming it live online. I
don't know why, but suddenly the idea of being publicly humiliated
was my greatest concern.
“P-p-please...” I stuttered, terrified and
humiliated, before Crystal's laughter thundered around me so loud I
couldn't hear myself.
Crystal's voice emanated from every direction as I
stared into the blinding white light of the phones camera.
“Oh
my gaaawwwdd Maaark. This ish soooo funny” Her
voice boomed, vibrating my body, followed by an audible hiccup
sounding like a bomb going off.
“You
loook...” Crystal's voice
boomed, before the loud snapping of giggles once again deafened me
until they subsided.
“You
loook so comfyyyy” Crystal
thundered.
I simply stared into the light. The bright white light
illuminated the brown stained walls around me, the fluff colors
around my face distinctive, browns and blacks of the stained fur
intermixed with a shimmering hair or a wad of some nondescript filth.
The hard thing I coughed out of my mouth glimmered slightly below my
nose, the physical sensation of it above my lip once again entering
my consciousness.
Crystal's voice boomed again.
“Well,
micro mark? Are youuuu comfy?”
Even given everything that happened that night, I found
it hard to comprehend what Crystal was saying.
What the
fuck? I thought silently. Am I comfy?
It took all my courage to speak.
“P-p-p-please – g-g-get me out-out...”
The thunder of Crystal's voice once again emanated from
everywhere, the cocoon of filth I was in dully vibrating as the words
echoed.
“Whyyyy?
Dontch lieeee – you looooove it in there. Everyone knows how much
you looooove feeeeeet”
Crystal giggles once again bounced around the shoe like
gunfire.
“I don't like feet!” I shouted, suddenly angry,
before Crystal cackled in another fit of hysteria. The slipper shook
as she did, sudden loud shock waves causing further tremors as what
sounded like explosions coming from outside the slipper. Fuzz and
dirt seemed to bounce up from the slipper, filling the air with
particles stained white from the light, almost looking like snow.
It was all too much. I started crying as Crystals giggles continued
to vibrate my slipper prison.
“This-s-s...” I paused, my voice cracking as choked
out a sob, desperate to scream as I chocked on the muggy air. “...
isn't funny!”
I was staring into the light as Crystal's voice once
again boomed around me.
“Not
funny?” she said, her giggles
intermixed hiccups.
“You're right – this is
hilaaaaarious”
I could feel my face becoming flush as Crystal continued
to laugh at me. I found myself once again talking, staring into the
light.
“You-you-you don't get it... it-it-it was...” I
paused, the image of Amoe's dirty toes suddenly on my mind, the fetid
taste of the filth stuffed into my throat materializing in my mouth
and causing me to gag.
“... horrible” I finished.
The bright white light shining down on me hurt my eyes,
and I found myself squinting, the brown walls on the sides of the
shoe visibly stained and discolored in the strange light. I could
see see fuzz coated hair embedded in the side of it, looping in on
itself before disappearing the fluff.
Time seemed to linger, the slipper seeming oddly still,
the lack of vibrations or giggles suddenly causing me to be nervous
in and of itself. I simply stared at the light, trembling, praying
that the nightmare would soon come to an end.
But I should have known better.
“Go
on” Crystal's voice
thundered, breaking the silence.
My lips quivered as I stared into the bright white light
of the cell phone above me. I knew, somewhere outside of the humid,
ripe slipper was Crystal, breathing in clean air and drinking wine,
watching me from a screen, perhaps occasionally looking into the
slipper herself to see if she can see me. It must have been
strange, seeing my image on the screen, without knowing the context
you might not even know I was tiny, while at the same time knowing
that the person you are talking to was stuck inside the very slipper
that sat on the desk in front of you.
But those existential thoughts didn't trouble me.
Instead, I could feel my face becoming red, a combination of fear,
humiliation, and anger causing me to become as frustrated as I was
scared.
“Go on...?” I said, wondering why Crystal still
hadn't freed me from this coffin.
“Yea.
Tell me allllll about itttt. Pleeeaasseee”
her voice boomed.
I
stared into the light, flabbergasted at what I was hearing.
“C-c-crystal...
p-p-plea...” I trembled, before Crystal's booming voice cut me off.
“Looksh
Marky – You either tell me or I leavsh you in thereeee”
She thundered, her voice slurred.
I
could tell she sounded irritated, and the thought of being left in
here filled me with immediate dread – and so I started recounting
what happened, my mind bouncing from subject to subject, staring
blankly into the light as I did. I talked about how I initially
got stuck in the fuzz, before Amoe's toes beat me. Crystal giggled
all the while, the shoe vibrating as she did, causing me to stutter
and tremble, before before pausing in terror as the dust and dirt
flew around the shoe like snow from the vibrations.
“Gooooo
on Maaaarrrk” Crystal boomed
drunkenly. “Unlessh you wanna shtayyy in therrrr”
The mere thought roused me from my paralysis, and I
continued, once again speaking on how the toes beat me. I was too
terrified now, saying everything that came to my mind, before
describing how the same toes forcibly fed me the whatever gunk and
filth they had gathered.
As I began to describe it, the thunder of giggles became
deafening. Crystal seemed to have lost control of herself, and was
in a fit of hysterical laughter. I could feel my face becoming hot
red in embarrassment, and I wondered how none of the other girls
could notice what was happening. Were they all really that drunk?
If I hadn't been so terrified, I would have realized
they could easily have been. I had drunk with them before, after
all.
Desperate and embarassed, I started to beg again.
“Ok! Crystal! I did what you want! Please – please,
let me out!” I couldn't hear myself shouting over the sound of
thunderous giggles, but I'm guessing that over the phone I could be,
because the giggles slowed down, before I heard a loud snort, and an
audible pause.
“Oh
Markkky, I feeel soo baaad.” Crystal
thundered, before giggling again. “Looksh at how
pashetic you are – you gotsh beat up by shweet Amoe's toooeeees!”
She paused to laugh, before
starting again.
“No
– worshe, they made you their biootch!”
The giggles cracked around the shoe, and I felt like I wanted to
shrink into nothing.
I
was so humiliated, the pain, humidity and the ripe smell no longer
conscious to me as I simply stared into the bright white light, the
understanding of her words all I could think about.
She
was right. Amoe toes had made me their bitch. I was helpless in
comparison to the sweet girls toes, and she wasn't even aware of it.
I was nothing to them.
Crystal's
giggles cracked once more, before her voice boomed.
“Ish
that a toenail above your lipsh!”
She thundered, before laughing again. “It's so
perfectsh! Like a littshle white moustaaachee!”
***
To be continued!