Crystal watched the computers screen as the tips of her
fingers first entered Amoe's dingy old slipper. Even intoxicated she
could feel the heat and humidity of it, her fingers slowing down as
they entered in an instant reflex of disgust.
“Gawwwd, I can't believe you looove it in
here...” She said to the tiny man inside, watching his face on the
computer monitor, even covered in a layer of what looked like gray
and brown old fuzz it seemed to turn cherry red in embarrassment,
causing Crystal to giggle as her fingers slipped further inside.
“It's so grooosssss!” she said, before giggling.
Emerging from the bottom of the computer screen was an
amorphous huge shape, a white fuzzy thing that seemed to jerk wildly
from side to side as it continued fill more and more of the image of
the inside of Amoe's dirty old slipper.
On the camera's feed Crystal could see Mark noticing it
as well, his eyes turned down towards her fingers as they slowly
filled the frame, the light on them so bright it caused the the rest
of the slipper in contrast to appear dark.
“Here coooomes the rescue teeeeeam!” Crystal
giggled, her out of focus fingers slowly nearing the small hole on
the screen where Mark's face lie, the tiny boy slowly becoming the
last thing visible as the girls hand occupied more and more space
within the slipper. She moved her hand down slightly, watching the
camera struggle to focus as her fingers seemed to glow white in
comparison to the dark browns and blacks of the stained fuzz within
the slipper.
She looked at her hand on the screen, before giggling as
she started to slowly move her index finger over Mark's face. She
could see the whites in his eyes expand as the top of her finger
moved over him, part of his face obscured in shadow below before the
glowing white of her skin obscured anything the camera could pick up
below it.
The camera finally focused, her french manicured nail on
her index finger sharp and visible on the screen.
Crystal struggled to speak amongst her fits of laughter.
“Whyyyy doncha show some appreciashon...” She said,
slurring her words slightly. “...and giiive your savior a
kieeess?”
***
Crystal's voice shook the slipper, a deep
vibration that caused loose fuzz and dirt to bounce lightly around
the air, glowing white like snowflakes beneath the phones camera
light. But just above me I stared up at the glowing silhouette of
the living log that hovered above me, the heat from the thing
radiating within the slipper and causing the temperature to increase
even more, to the point I could feel the moisture wetting the fuzz
and dirt that caked my skin.
I could see her nail jutting out from above it, the
thing partially transparent, but her french manicure causing the tips
to let no light through, and I audible whined as the whole thing
lowered. It was an instinctual panic as I struggled fruitlessly in
the dirty fuzz. Flashes in my minds eye brought me back to the sheer
panic of Amoe's dirty toes as they loomed over me, and full terror
took over.
“No! Please!!!” I shouted, horrified, as Crystal's
finger now blocked almost everything above me, my eyes adjusting to
the darkness of her silhouette, making out the faint pink outlines on
the swirls of her pale skin, the heat rising as the finger loomed
closer.
“Shhhh...”
The giantess boomed as the
finger continued to lower, before it made contact with my face, first
pressing into my nose, then the of the couch like leather made
contact with my forehead, before the rest of the bulbous surface
covered the remainder of my face, leaving me locked in blackness.
I tried to scream, only coming out as a muffle as
Crystals' cushion like skin pressed into my face, covering every inch
of me. I couldn't breathe; I was completely subsumed in it. Fear
took me, utter panic, yet from inside me I could hear Crystal's voice
boom.
“Kieeess
your savioooor!” She
thundered, her giggles vibrating through the couch like fingertip
into my body, the shaking pushing my skin and nose up and down
painfully. But I was suffocating, struggling to breathe, trying to
squirm, to move my head in any direction, terror mounting as I
started to become more lightheaded.
“Huueeeh!”
I took a deep breath as the finger lifted suddenly off
of me, and for a fraction of a second I gulped in the ripe slipper
air. I couldn't help but think how much drier and less dirty
Crystal's log of a finger was in comparison to Amoe's monstrous toes.
It wasn't particularly dry, it almost had the quality of a high
quality leather. But the blinding light took my focus, leaving me
unable to see anything but a huge amorphous silhouette shifting above
me like some giant monster in the dark, and my terror returned.
***
Crystal lifted her finger off the tiny boy, irritated
that she hadn't felt the kiss she knew she deserved. She looked at
the screen, shifting her finger slightly so she could see Mark's
dirty face. The camera was still focusing on her finger, leaving the
boys face indistinguishable from the out of focus mangy fluff of the
slipper insole. Crystal shifted her fingers slightly, trying to get
the camera to focus, before lowering them back down, watching the
camera automatically adjust until she could feel the grimy slipper
insole against her fingers. The camera adjusted slowly, and she
stared in fascination as Mark's face slowly came into view, his grime
covered skin coming into focus between her index and middle finger,
her french manicured nail on her index finger glimmering in the light
right next to his face while her long middle finger continued deeper
into the slipper. She stared, enthralled at seeing the tiny boy
taking deep breaths through his mouth, his eyes shifted towards her
index finger, the boy visibly trembling in the bright camera light.
She twitched slightly without thinking, her middle
finger lifting up only slightly, and she could see Mark's tiny eyes
suddenly snap towards the movement, his mouth making an audible yelp
as the boys teeth started to clatter in fear. Upon sight of this
Crystal started giggle, a profound sense of unadulterated glee
filling her as she watched Mark panic by just a slight shift of her
finger.
It was with this feeling of power she then brought her
fingers suddenly together, staring at the video as she heard the
screams of the tiny boy below, his face now blocked by her blurred
fingers, which the camera took a second to adjust to.
Crystal continued giggling as she heard Mark's panicked
squeals, her fingers now in focus on the camera and leaving Mark
invisible beneath them. She could see her pale hair along her index
fingers glimmering on her skin as she slowly parted them again, the
camera once again adjusting to the darkness cast from below her
fingers, a slice of Mark's face now slightly visible as her fingers
only remained barely split.
“Please...” She heard audibly through the computers
speakers, causing Crystal to laugh once more.
“Don't be scuuured...” Crystal said, giggling as she
started to lower her index finger back onto the tiny man's face.
“... give your champions a kieeeess”
The tip of her finger pushed into the tiny man's face,
and she could feel the little man pulsate as she lightly pressed into
him. The feeling sent a tingling sensation up her arm and into her
chest, causing her to shiver in pleasure.
She lifted her index finger off while simultaneously
lowering her middle finger, now feeling Mark's face below her middle
finger, the slight bump where his nose was pushing somewhat more
deeper into her fingertip, once again causing a tickle.
Crystal giggled. “Givem a kiiieeeeesssss”
***
Crystals voice shook my whole body, the sound
seeming to come from every direction as I remained trapped, unable to
breathe as the hot fleshy tree pushed me into the fluff.
As the humongous pale tree once again lifted off me I
gasped for air, the light blinding for a second before I felt a rush
of hot air again.
WHAM
I saw stars as I was slammed from the other direction,
the other pale fleshly tree that had been above me now replacing the
other one, the stars slowly dissipating as I once again felt the
booming vibrations of Crystal's voice, the strangest sensation of a
voice that seemed to come from everywhere.
“C'mooon
Maaark, give you're rescuers a lil kieeess...”
I felt stunned, the words and muggy heat all I could
sense as the white tree of flesh wrapped around my face like a giant
oily cushion. I could feel a pulse from it, like it had it's own
giant heart on the inside.
I had to appease this goddess, my energy slowly
diminishing as I felt my lungs beginning to shake as I tried
desperately to breathe. So I pushed my lips into the leather skin,
using all my energy to suck the ripples of skin into my mouth, trying
as desperately as I could to deliver a kiss, using all my energy to
slightly open my mouth enough for me to taste her white leather flesh
on my tongue.
FWOOSH
The
muggy slipper air rushed onto me suddenly as the pale white log of
flesh lifted off of me, my lungs instantly gasping for the ripe air
that felt like a seaside breeze in my nearly suffocated state. My
eyes watered at the blinding white light for only a second, before I
saw the dark outline of the adjacent pale log, shifting over me to
cast me in shadow.
I
started to beg, only to be instantly deafened by the Goddess above
me.
“Give
em a kieessssss”
I
felt the heat of the white leather log before it suddenly dropped
downward, the light seeming to instantly disappear around me as the
giant finger became all I could see.
WHAM
***
Crystal
brought her index finger back down on the boy, the feeling of his
face quivering as she gently pushed into it tickling her all the way
up her arm, causing her to once again laugh. She paused, staring
intensely at the screen, her finger slightly out of focus but all
that could be seen in the contrast of the white light from the
camera.
Then
she felt it, the tiniest wet sensation below the tip of her finger,
causing her to once again shiver. It wasn't as pleasurable as a
kiss from Amoe, but it was oddly thrilling, the rush of it
accentuating the tickle that filled her with a different kind of
pleasure – one of power.
“Good
booooy...” She said, pausing to giggle. “Show hoooow muuuuuuch
you appreciate your rescuuuuuers” she said, biting her lip as she
focused on the sensation.
She
slowly shifted her finger up and down, only a tiny bit, but the
feeling of Mark's face rubbing against her skin filled her with a
kind of strange joy, the slight shifts in movement and the wet
feeling of his mouth filling her with renewed delight each time it
touched a new bit of her own skin, before she felt a slight bit of
pressure on her finger – almost like Mark was sucking on her skin.
She
felt a strange rush of endorphins at this; it was almost too
pleasurable, she instantly burst out laughing, lifting her finger off
the tiny man, stretching her fingers forward as she did.
“Wooooow
Markyyyyy” She said between her laughter, pausing to take a deep
breath. “You're a really good kieeesser!”
The
camera adjusted on the computer monitor as she spread her index and
middle finger apart, the fuzz out of focus until she moved her
fingers up and down slightly before they started to auto adjust,
finally leaving her fingers blurry and focusing on the brown fuzzy
insole below. Mark's face seemed to almost match the color of the
material, she could see bits of fuzz and other dirt caked onto his
skin, a strand of black hair running across his face below his lip.
It
was fascinating to Crystal who couldn't help but stare. She was
filled with some strange carnal feeling as she watched Mark's face,
gasping for air, his eyes glimmering in the camera's light like he
had just been crying. She slowly moved her middle finger again, the
shadow being cast below them blocking the sight of the fuzz on the
ground, inching ever closer to the spot where Mark's face lie.
Suddenly
the tinny voice played over the speakers.
“Please,
please, please...” It said, over and over, each time filling
Crystal with some strange thrill, each time compelling her to bring
her finger even closer, each time sealing the fate of the tiny man
who's begging only filled her with delight.
“Awww”
Crystal said, giggling. “Don't woooorry, this savioooor will give
you a kieeess too”
She
couldn't help but laugh, staring at the screen as her finger now
completely covered any sight of Mark, the camera once again focusing
back on her pale white skin, the contrast so bright nothing else
could bee seen to the sides of it except black, before she lowered
her middle finger once more.
***
WHAM
White light flashed in my vision as the giant log of
pale skin fell down on me once more, leaving me in a daze only long
enough to realize I couldn't breathe. Once more, I desperately tried
to appease the wall of flesh before me, sucking and licking the thing
which seemed so clean in comparison to Amoe's dirty toe that I didn't
notice the flecks of dirt and skin that rubbed off in my mouth, only
for me to swallow, or get stuck with other muck and fuzz that had
remained stuck in my mouth. I couldn't do anything else with them,
the flesh completely surrounding me and leaving me in nothing but hot
oily blackness. Each second that past I became more and more
lightheaded, each lick against the grooves of her skin feeling
strangely more pronounced, the pulse of her blood seeming to throb
louder and louder, until I couldn't sense my own body anymore, I
couldn't even tell I was licking until I actively thought about it.
It was strange, like I was observing myself, an almost
out of body experience. And then I remembered I couldn't breathe,
panic setting in, so I sucked on the wall of skin while
simultaneously pressing my tongue into the grooves of it.
Everything seemed to grow dark, and all I could hear was
thunder.
“HE-HI-HE-HE-HEE...”
***
Crystal
delighted at the tiny wet sensation sucking on her middle finger,
giggling as the tickling caused her to shiver.
“You
reaaaally loooove your saviooor...” Crystal spoke, ending with
another laugh.
But
then the sensation stopped. Crystal held her finger there for
another second, but curiosity got the better of her, a sudden fleck
of anger emerging.
Why
the fuck did he stop?
She
thought to herself.
She
moved her finger, staring at the computers screen, watching her white
finger shift slightly and the camera once again adjusting. As the
camera focused, she could see Mark, mouth open, tongue hanging limply
near the side of his lips, his eyes closed.
He's
out cold...
She thought, before bursting out in laughter. In her drunk state it
didn't occur to her she might have killed him.
“Whaaaat...
too excitingggg for yooous?” She said, slurring her words as she
giggled. “Well, I was gettin bored of that anyshway...” She
paused to giggle once more.
“c'mon
– les get yooou outta there...”
She
shifted her fingers down, her french manicured nails now pointing
towards the slipper insole, her fingers gripped like a claw.
***
“...
les get yooou outta there...
” Boomed
from every direction.
I
woke up in a daze, confused as to what was happening, my body in
pain. As my other senses came to, I first noticed a bright light
blinding me from above. But then I felt the heat and humidity, the
ripe slipper smell, and a flood of terror swept over me before the
memories followed in its wake.
My eyes adjusted, and I saw
the gleaming white logs of skin, the things bent over now, before
moving my eyes and seeing the gleaming white tipped axes that were
her french manicured nails, pointed straight down towards the ground.
One of the logs shifted sideways, and I held my breath in abject
terror as it neared closer and closer to me, before it paused right
over my face.
I
couldn't move, I couldn't even breathe, I felt like prey hoping that
a bear wouldn't see me. The ax was pointed straight at me, I could
see the bottom of the white tipped nail before it shifted into an
unpainted color, the pale somewhat bulbous tip of her finger below
it.
I
screamed as the thing suddenly fell.
“Aiiiieeeeee!!!”
But
I wasn't dead. The thing had slammed right above my head, the other
logs falling simultaneously around me, the slipper shaking and
causing of gust of hot slipper air. Particles of dust and dirt flew
into the air, glimmering in the white camera light like snowflakes,
before they disappeared in the shadows of the fingers. I trembled at
how close they all were, like a group of white skin trees just grew
up on the ground around me. I heard a lurching, then a deafening
sound of a tear, the logs seeming to twist and turn all around me.
“Ewww
– gross...” I
heard thunder around me, but my attention still shifting from white
skin tree to white skin tree as they seemed to do a strange dance
around me, till I could feel one hit my side, then another, the heat
from them distinct through cocoon wall of fluff that surrounded me.
The
tearing seemed to continue, but now it seemed like the fluff was
getting tighter, the force of it ramping up until I could barely
breathe. I couldn't see anything in the blinding light but the
sides of the giant fingers dancing, their silhouettes above me,
before the fluff tightened further until I could no longer breathe.
Then there was pressure below me, the heat from the white fingers
pressing up under me, the temperature now surrounding me like I had
built a fire on every side.
CRRRRP
The noise signaled the fluff that entombed me being
sheered off and loosening it's grip on me, the ripe slipper air once
again filling my lungs. But before I could complete a full breath I
felt like I was in a rocket that took off, the warm fingers that were
locked on my sides and back now pulling me out of the slipper and
into the blinding light of the world outside.
And there, to greet me, was the pale, freckled building
that was the face of the red headed girl.
“Youuuu're
miiiiiine nooooow...” The
building thundered.