3:01 PM JST

On a rare day off for the hard-working digital idol, one Hatsune Miku agreed to give a brief, exclusive interview via Niconico. Translation was provided in several languages.

Q: With the music industry and internet being so fast-paced, your career has had surprising staying power. Did you expect this?

A: Well, that's all thanks to the loving care that my fans have provided me for so long! It's for their sake that I keep giving voice to their inner songs.

Q: You were spotted on a run before this interview. Is this part of your routine?

A: Absolutely! I've been able to keep my energy high and my smile bright through regularly stretching my legs. I see so many inspiring sights on my jogs, it acts as soul-healing. Self-care is important for maintaining a singer's attitude. I hope that people I meet on the way can share my passion!

Q: During your run today, bystanders reported that you encountered a shrunken person.

A: Ah.

Q: Is this true?

A: Yes! It's only right that I engage with lovers of music at any height.

Q: Is there any credence to the rumor that you've been using a small person for personal hygiene?

A: ...Ahahah, that's a good one. I think the Kagamines have been playing a prank on you.

Q: What's that sound coming from your footwear now?

A: I'm sorry! I'm tapping the rhythm to my latest song.

Q: In any case, about your upcoming album...

Lint. Dust. Harsh squeezes. Constant, shaking wriggles that drilled a sour taste right into her face. The woman inside the old shoe listened to the interview drag on, entirely brushing over her presence. Every time her arm made a movement that was too slow, it got a scrunch beneath the ball of Miku's wide sole. Every time she tried to twist her leg back into a comfortable position, it got firmly slammed back in place by the heel.

She couldn't believe that some time ago, she was eager to meet with the legendary Hatsune Miku. Back then, it felt like a dream come true to even be near her. Now, life outside the diva's sporty running shoes felt like a distant dream in itself, clouded with must. It was hard to remember her life before Miku stepped in, right on top of her. Even the events that passed a few hours before this interview were confusing and disjointed...

***

12:39 PM

The slow, foreboding steps at the entranceway made the little thing yelp, scurrying in place. She had been gazing at the clock for some time now, upon the couch - a turquoise landscape that still bore distinctive marks of a firm, huge rear end. She'd always try and take her mind to another place during these spare moments, but her thoughts always drifted to what master was doing. Details of the world outside, other songs, her memories, those took second place to Miku's safety and comfort. The way her long ponytail would sway, along with the pink stripe down her yoga pants... and of course, her feet, with their slightly-wet pressure in the ground. It was halfway a relief to have Miku back in, filling up the familiar doorframe, socked feet shaking in the room, rubbing her bare shoulders. Her shoes were left to the side, steaming.

"Ooo... Ran a lot todaaaay..." A voice still as wonderful as her first concert. Even as it grew deeper, it had a way of filling the whole room. Miku eyed the groceries collected earlier, waving her fingers over the leek. Perhaps she'd just go for a snack...

That idea was dashed in a second, when she changed her direction to the living room. There was almost no time to prepare for her mature, toned ass slamming down, compressing cushions opposite. Casually, she stretched out the sweaty legs, letting their tense muscles unfold. The right foot instantly filled up the entire range of vision of her "housemate". The sofa receded at her touch, absorbing the dripping sweat like a sponge, and sending the tiny barreling right towards the heel. She slammed face-first into the surface, nose getting pressed into a generous helping of salty sweat.

As soon as she tried to detatch herself, a pillar of a finger pushed her back in. Miku's voice dripped in her ears as her eyes stung from rubbing into the liquid. "No running away again, little thing. You know what I have scheduled after this, right?"

The tiny thing shook her head. This still felt unreal - being so close and so small, that every crunching toe overhead felt like a death sentence.

"Come now ...'bug'..." A shiver went up the woman's spine, freezing. "You have only 2 hours to complete both soles." She chuckled to herself dryly. "Can't have the press finding out how bad their Idol's feet smell after her run."

She slouched back on the couch, barely looking at the shrunken creature curling and shivering at her filth-laden sock. "So get to licking, my 'pet~'"

A little bit of stalling. Miku slammed her other foot on the edge of the couch, creating a huge rumble. "NOW!"

Instantly, the bite-sized girl got to work, diving into the dark soleprint. She choked her own tears at the foul flavor trickling into her tongue, letting it overtake her.

1:12

It was bad enough in small quantities. After this time, it was enough to make her tiny head reel over the side of the couch, sick to her stomach. The post-run odor of Miku's massive feet wafted above like a toxic cloud, blocking off the ceiling. The servant struggled to hold her legs straight, gripping onto the folds in the stained fabric to stay supported.

Miku tapped her chin. "Not even done the toes. So lazy... Looks like I'll have to help you, bug girl."

SLAM. The front of her foot fell from above, a crushing weight on the tiny, pathetic thing. She took a moment to observe the reddening expression on the minuscule face, before returning to her phone. "I have a lot more things to do, you know." The diva adjusted her hairclip while "I won't always be kind enough to hold my foot still, so hurry up."

The pet did her best to squirm, working her whole body like a rag in the thin, sticky area between each toe.

1:44

Her outer shell was now almost more lint than flesh, small dirty pebbles littering her hair, face, and deep in her stomach. Every so often she'd fall in a daze, going on automatic as she tried to force her face up and down Miku's bulky sole. But every time, it would buck a little harder. Her owner crossed her legs.

"You're not putting enough love into it! Don't you admire your idol singer?" She tapped her chest. "Am I not good enough for you? Don't you want to thank me for growing you a few centimeters since last time? You don't want to make me cry, do you?"

A frail nod of refusal, as the brown-haired thing bit her lip.

"Then keep going. With FEELING, you bug." Miku huffed, settling down. Her left foot seemed even worse than the right, having germinated for so long without a single touch...

2:30

"Haaah... Ahn..."

Miku slept. Every snore made her legs lift up and down slightly, tilting the surface purpendicular to her servant. Without any supervision or orders, she had the chance to escape.

But why would she? When she had her blushing face lodged right into the crevice of her sole, massaged by the small curls and subconscious nuzzles... Not to mention her hips, and her bare chest. They flung against the dirty, meaty mass of milf Miku peds, taking in as much as possible with the limited time she had.

2:49

When Miku awoke, she didn't notice the small dribble of wetness across her left sock. All she notices was the little plaything sprawled out, panting, eyes wide and baggy from the continual work. She moaned in discontent, sniffing the foggy air.

"Urgh." Miku rolled her eyes. "You didn't even finish one foot... And the other foot is still absolutely gross."

This made the bug jolt up. She got to her knees, begging silently, staring at the judging, looming eyes in that beautiful shade of aquamarine...

Miku plucked her up by the hair, and flung her towards one of the messy running shoes. The smell from it made her socks seem absolutely dainty and clean by comparison. In the darkness, she waved briefly, before letting the massive toes crawl and slide their way in. "You're just going to have to continue your job while I'm in the interview..."

***

3:15

A small opening. A hint of light. On instinct, the shrunken thing crawled towards it. Perhaps it was all over... Perhaps she could go back to her life before meeting Miku...

...or maybe she'd be right in her line of vision, and that of the interviewer.

Q: What's that, crawling from your shoe now?

A: ...That's a fan.

Q: You have a tiny person in your shoe right now?

A: Absolutely! This is a special request from one of my followers, who asked me to carry her around for the day.

Q: People are willing to do that?

A: It surprised me, too, some will even pay for it! The sensation is odd at first, but I'm very grateful to have such dedicated people who are willing to put themselves aside for my sake. And I really hope that the feel of an idol's soles can make people like her happy in even a small way!

Miku smiled broadly, and waved down to the foot slave. "Thank you for your support."

She waved back up, nodding, a smile painted on her own face. "Y-yes... Thank you, too... Miku..."