Dianne and Sarah were walking to baggage claim. It was strange to them, as there were other men in the airport. Many were around two feet tall, and there were special vehicles designed for those smaller than that. It had been years since the three strike policy had taken effect in the majority of first world countries, and New Zealand was one of the few that hadn't at this point. She even spotted a few full size men, a fantastic sight for the girls who hadn't seen one in years. Customs had gone without a hitch, and since the Americans were so strict on bringing tinies out of the country, New Zealand didn't even bother with any type of advanced search to see if tinies were being smuggled in.

Even though it was a country where men still retained their rights, kidnapping and tiny trafficking was highly lucrative, as the mere fact that it was illegal meant that some unsavory clientele would pay premium dollars for them, creating a black market.

Dianne hoped that Mark was alright, but she was no longer sure of her reason. She knew consciously that she was there to free him, but part of her was fascinated by this new lifestyle Sarah was exposing her to. She watched as Sarah strode out of the airport, a smile on her face, before Sarah pivoted back on her foot to look at Dianne.

“We are totally going to have so much fun this weekend” Sarah said to her, her face beaming.

Dianne couldn't help but smile at Sarah's happy attitude. “I've heard the trail is really beautiful. It'll be good to be outside in nature. God knows how stuffy those planes get. It'll be nice to stretch our legs”

Sarah looked down at the top of her foot, before looking back up at Dianne. She giggled. “Yea, fresh air, space to move, beautiful scenery. Life is like, awesome”

Sarah and Dianne moved towards baggage claim. Dianne had to contact the railroad. She had mixed feelings about it, but she had to. New Zealand's government knew that she was supposed to be depositing Mark per normal operation. If she didn't check in with them soon after the flight, flags would be raised. She'd have to tell them the truth.

It wasn't the worst position to be in though. Unfortunately for men in this new reality, women like Dianne were highly valuable. Along with her track record, the railroad would accept that this is what she had to do to retain her position as an uncompromised smuggler. If that meant that Mark was a casualty, it was a sacrifice the railroad would take. Everyone involved, including Mark, would know this.

Still, she knew the railroad would make an attempt to rescue him, so she had to figure out the best way to proceed. She was still on the fence about Mark, whether or not he was a person or slave she wasn't sure. She needed time.

Dianne yelled after Sarah. “Wait for me over at baggage. I gotta use the bathroom”

Sarah nodded as Dianne turned towards the bathrooms, after they separated enough she took out her cellphone and dialed her contact at the railroad.

She explained, basically, what happened. Not her feelings, but about how Mark had been caught and she needed to play it off to prevent herself from being compromised. The railroad relayed the message to their contacts in New Zealand and then asked how Dianne would like to proceed, and Dianne knew what her plan was.

She told them they were going on a hike. It was to be a two day hike, the first day would be up a mountain to a lake near the top, where they would camp. The next would continue forward along the coast, to a designated area where hikers could get picked up and taken back into town. At some point she would “lose” Mark, so that Sarah wouldn't think anything was suspicious. After that, she could make the transition with a Railroad agent at the area where they would get picked up before going into town.

There was a pause on the other end, before they came back in agreement. She was to approach a women selling trinkets, who would be waiting at the rest stop. From there she could make the exchange.

Dianne agreed, but added on caveat. She explained Mark's position, and how precarious it was. Dianne explained that there was a chance Mark wouldn't survive the hike – and that the exchange might never take place.

The railroad paused, told her to hold, and then asked if they could try something else out earlier. Perhaps a different plan to rescue him, one that might increase his chance to survive.

But Dianne rejected all of their suggestions. Too easy to get caught, too obvious that it was an inside job. But the truth was, Dianne wanted time with Mark. She wanted to see what it would be like, for the first time since men had shrunk, to use them – to use them for the very thing most of them were trying to escape. She wanted to know if men really had changed, more than just in size.

There was muttered talk on the other end of the line, before they came back in agreement. The railroad would send out an agent to pick Mark up on the second day, and to look for a women selling trinkets by a blue van.

Dianne hung up the phone, before walking back over to the baggage carousel to meet up with Sarah. She was sitting on a bench as the bags came out, her left leg crossed over her right, occasionally pushing off her right foots toes before allowing her foot to slam back into the ground.

Mark was in that shoe, she knew. Watching Sarah slam her foot down onto him, over and over again, for the whole time she was waiting for her bag, was hypnotizing.

She wanted that, she knew, but upon recognition of that fact a strange sense of guilt washed over her.

What's happening to me? Am I really considering torturing and enslaving this tiny boy just for my own enjoyment?

Her mind seemed to be in overdrive, a wave of thoughts and images, different parts of her brain yelling and screaming at each other.

He's enjoying it. It's not torture if he likes it.

How could he possibly like it? That's ridiculous.

You saw him before, his arousal. What else could it be?

A reflex? A trick of the light?

What kind of person has a reflex like that? Maybe that's what it is. Maybe he isn't a person.

Maybe he isn't a person?

Yea. Maybe he's a toy. Your toy.

My toy...?

She snapped out of it. Sarah had been speaking to her.

“Hellooooooo” Sarah was laughing. She noticed her friend staring at her foot as she repeatedly slammed it down on the ground.

“Like, don't worry.” She said to Dianne. “It's fine. I can tell everything is totally A-ok”

Dianne found herself blushing realizing how she must have looked. “I wasn't worried – just, uh, thinking, is all”

Sarah grinned. “I was thinking about this too! You have a lot to learn. I can teach you a lot.”

Dianne looked at Sarah, new thoughts flooding her mind.

Sarah does seem quite experienced. Even in the off handed comments she does seem to know a lot about tinies.

“Really?” Dianne said. “You can teach me?”

Sarah clapped happily. “Yes! I'm thinking about starting a business. You can be my first client!”

Dianne looked at Sarah, and gave her a hug. “Wow. I really appreciate it. I know I'm still new to all this but I really want to... ummm” She lost her words, unsure of how to say what she meant.

Make Mark my slave, she thought.

Sarah giggled. “Like, break it in, you mean?”

Dianne smiled. “Yea – break it in. You must know a lot about this. And you'll teach me?”

Sarah nodded, smiling. “Of course I will silly! We're friends! We'll, like, have plenty of time today while we relax – it will make for great girl time too”

Girl time. Dianne thought. It was a weird phrase now that, up until today, she hadn't seen a real man in a few years. All time was basically girl time.

They saw their bags coming out of the carousel, and went out to get a taxi. There were no discussions on the ride – they both knew that what they were doing was illegal.

***

At the hotel:

Dianne and Sarah walked into their hotel room, still in their flight attendant outfits. It was a room with two twin beds, which had a small side table placed between them. In the front of the bed was a tv, to the left of it was desk with an office chair, behind it a love seat with an ottoman and a side table. Further into the room was the closet and bathroom. Everything was beige, except for the floor, which was carpeted dark green. Sarah threw her bags on the bed further into the room, before jumping backwards onto it, landing with her knees bent and dangling off the bed, the bed flat on her back, looking up at the ceiling.

Dianne placed her bag on her bed, and looked at Sarah.

Sarah spoke. “Whew, I'm exhausted, those 16 hour flights are totally killer”

Her flats were loose on her feet as her legs dangled from the bed. She began to push her toes down, so the back of her shoe would slap her heel, before relaxing, allowing the flat to hang slightly loose from her foot. She did this a few times her feet dangled off the bed.

Sarah looked at Dianne. “But thanks to you, my feet feel soooo much better. I may have to start breaking the rules now too. It makes flights soooo much more enjoyable.”

Dianne couldn't help but smile. “You're welcome. It's the least I could do for a friend”

Sarah and Dianne giggled, before Sarah continued. “I didn't know you were such a rebel. You could have gotten in a lot of trouble for this, you know?” Sarah kept laughing as she pushed off the bed with her arms, righting herself, her flat clad feet now pushed snugly in her shoes, firmly on the ground.

Dianne laughed. “To be honest, I don't know what came over me. I just, you know, wanted to do...”

Sarah cut her off “... something crazy?” She laughed.

Dianne walked over to her and sat next to her on the bed. Dianne looked down at Sarah's right foot, she put her hand on Sarah's leg.

“Yea. I guess. Is that weird?” Dianne asked, sounding like a high schooler asking a boy out on a date.

Sarah stopped laughing and turned to her friend. “No, it's not weird. People have all sorts of strange passions and desires. It's ok for us to act on them.” She paused to smile. “Still, some are more stupid than others”

Dianne smiled back, and laughed with Sarah. “Yea. I guess it was stupid. But we got away with it, right?”

Sarah grinned. “Hell yea girl, we got away with it”

Dianne shifted her gaze down to Sarah's foot. “Speaking of which...”

Sarah looked at her, and laughed. “Do you want to play with it?”

Dianne squinted at her. “You keep referring to him as it?”

Sarah giggled. “Why? Did you give it a name?” She asked.

Dianne blushed. “You did!” Sarah said with glee.

She began to wiggle her foot, creating enough force to free her heel, which she lifted above it, before freeing her toes from the inside.

She wiggled them over the her flat, allowing the air to pass through her toes, before pulling them back and slamming them down into the flat's heel.

***

THRUM

I woke up from a daze. Everything was hot and black. I tried to get up, but my body felt like it was covered in a thousand pound hot oily blanket, my face turned to the side and pinned against the hard floor. I tried to breathe, but I was smothered, and as I began to suffocate I started to panic.

THRUM

My whole body vibrated as the environment shook around me; it was dark, hot and humid. My terror was increasing, I was suffocating, squirming desperately trying to breathe. But I couldn't move. The oily, salty ceiling that had collapsed onto me was hot around my body, the grooves pushing down on my eyes and getting in mouth.

THRUM

I'm going to die. I'm going to suffocate and die in this hell. I squirmed as much as I could, but I was completely encased, the hot oily flesh above me felt like a thousand pound leather cushion pinning me to a wooden floor. Tears coursed from my eyes, I could feel and think less and less until all I could sense was the pulse of the foot above me.

THRUM

My consciousness faded. Just as I was drifting off to blissful sleep, icy cold air rushed over me, followed by blinding light. I was suddenly awake, moving my arms and legs freely, although still lying on the floor, like a dog running his sleep.

BOOM

The earth quaked around me, but I was so disoriented and confused I wasn't entirely sure what was happening. Had I really just been pinned under a foot for god knows how many hours? I'd become so accustomed to my near constant suffocation and pain, the blackness of existence it no longer had any meaning.

But as my eyes adjusted, I could see the greasy white sole of the shoe below me, above me was the dark cave like tip of flat, the site of it made me realize my situation. I could feel heat coming from towards my feet, and I began to tremble realizing what it was.

I was too terrified to move or look, but it didn't matter.

“Hey! Bug! What's your name?” It was Sarah, her voice thundering over me.

I continued to tremble, I had no control over myself. I was simultaneously exhausted and terrified, my body ached all over. I felt a gust of air, the environment around me suddenly cast in shadow, the air becoming thick as particulates started to shower around me like light snow.

It became darker, the heat behind my back increasing like I was standing near a fire. I began to shake more violently, the nightmare of the last day leaving me near hysterics.

And then I felt the oily bare skin of a calloused toe push into me, the surface more like thin wood that skin. The pressure slowly increased, pushing me down into the hard flats insole.

I screamed in terror, my trembling now more like I was convulsing, her hard skin pushing into my bruised body filling me with dreadful pain. The toe shifted sideways, landing down hard next me like a the base of a huge column. I flinched as it appeared there, before it jerked sideways into me, striking me hard in my already bruised ribs and knocking the wind from me.

The blow was delivered with enough force to send me tumbling sideways, rolling over myself as it felt like I had no air in my lungs. I came to a stop when I hit the wall of the black flat, lying on my back.

I gasped for air as my vision focused on what was above me, the new comprehension of my reality stark when I realized the two woman were mountains in the sky above me. By my feet was the base of the mountain, a huge white nail on her big toe. It seemed to glimmer like a strange pool, before ascending up a huge hill that was her foot. I simply looked dazed as it turned into a never ending vertical column, before it disappeared as her leg bent at her knee. Sarah's face was above that in the sky like a huge blimp, bent forward, looking down at me, her white teeth shining underneath a huge grin.

The other part of the sky was taken up by the other giantess, Dianne. Her brown skin juxtaposed the white yellow skin of Sarah. I couldn't see her foot outside of the flat, but her brown leg blocked my vision of anything else to my right. It ascended like a high rise into the sky, and her face floated in the sky far above that. Her eyes blazed above me like green fire, her expression strangely neutral.

I looked at her, and she stared back at me, clearly recognizing that we made eye contact. I was terrified, trembling, and the way Dianne stared down at me after my hellish experience chilled me to my core.

I found myself speaking, I was desperate to get away. I couldn't stop myself from begging.

“D-d-dianne” I trembled, my voice choked in fear. “P-p-please...”

Sarah's toe suddenly loomed above me, casting me in darkness.

“Bug!” Sarah's voice boomed, her voice suddenly full of angry wrath. “How dare you speak to your

goddess that way?”

I yelped in fear, the toe suddenly shifted over my head. Wet dirt showered down on me as the toe moved unnaturally over my face from the dirty swirls of the dead skin that had gathered on her big toe. All I could do was scream as it lingered above me.

Dianne's voice suddenly was thundering around me.

“Goddess?” she said quizzically, the empty shoe vibrating around me from her voice.

***

Sarah was smiling widely as she stared down at the tiny boy under her toe.

This is so much fun! If this could be a career. Dianne is going to be the perfect test scenario.

She turned and looked at Dianne. “Hmm?”

Dianne shifted her eyes back down to the tiny man trembling under Sarah's toe. Sarah watched Dianne's eyes as she looked at the tiny boy below her. She deliberately started to sway her toe up and down skillfully, getting only centimeters away from the tiny boys head below her. She could hear yelps in fear as the toe got in close and Mark's trembling sobs between choked breaths.

Dianne stared in fascination.

“Your really good at this, aren't you?”she said.

Sarah looked down at the tiny man below her toes, slamming her toes suddenly onto him. Dianne gasped, but Sarah immediately stuck out her tongue and began to giggle. She had slammed the tips of her big and second toe around the boys head, the rest of her foot remaining in the air above him. He screamed and began to cry, and Dianne began to laugh.

“Well now you are just showing off” Dianne managed through her giggles.

Sarah rolled her eyes and and picked her toes up, bringing her big toe back above the tiny boy and began bobbing it up and down like before.

“I've had a bit of experience.” She smiled. “Did you have a question?”

Dianne looked at Sarah. “Yeah” She shifted her eyes back down to Mark, the tiny boy was visibly shaking below the shadow of Sarah's big toe, her white nail was clean and immaculate, but the bottom of her toe was clearly rough. She was an avid runner, Dianne new.

“You have your...” She paused to choose a word. “Tinies... refer to you as Goddess?”

Sarah, looked up at Dianne, whose eyes remained fixed on the boy below her toe.

“Oh. It's, like, all part of the psychology. If you want your tiny to be totally broken in properly, it's important that it forgets the old world.”

She paused, and put her hand on Dianne's thigh. Dianne looked up at her.

Sarah continued. “This new reality is that it's owner is it's world. It's important that it completely understands that you're in control.”

She paused, and shifted her foot away so that the women could get a clear view of the tiny trapped in her flat below.

***

The women's eyes glimmered like suns in the sky. Dianne were a striking green, where as Sarah's a deep blue.

Sarah removed her foot from above me, giving a clear view of the two mountain sized women who loomed above me. I was naked in the light below them, the lack of a foot leaving the cold air of the room to surround me, sending a shiver down my spine.

Sarah's voice boomed over me, the shoe around me vibrating from language of this gigantic titan. Dianne was looking at me as Sarah's face shifted to look at Dianne, the bottoms of her nostrils visible.

“You are it's reality. You can give it joy or sadness, life or death. I know some people think it's, like, cliché, goddess, and they use other terms, like mistress or queen.”

She shifted her eyes back down to me. Her smile left me feeling cold, as I trembled nakedly below her.

“But, seriously, look at it. Look at how totally insignificant it truly is”

Dianne stared at me, and blinked. “He is really small”

Sarah laughed and it felt like artillery landing around me. “He's really small?” She slapped Sarah's leg with her hand, and it sounded like a bomb going off.

***

Sarah gestured with her foot, and Dianne looked down at her own. “Go ahead. Look with your own eyes how you're its world.”

Dianne looked down at her tan toes, her black nails chipped slightly at the tip of her big toe. She wiggled her toe before lifting it up, slowly shifting it over the black flat as she looked at Mark.

His eyes were wide with fear, and as Dianne brought her foot closer a shadow slowly crept over the flat, as her toe shifted closer. As she inched it closer Mark would tremble more and more, until he looked like he was having a seizure.

***

Dianne coldly looked at me as I watched her huge foot cutting off all the light below me, it was as if a skyscraper was floating in the sky above me. Suddenly it was moving over me, bits of detritus falling down from it like dust at a construction site.

Sarah's voice boomed. “See? Your toe controls it's fate.”

Dianne looked at me, a small smile creeping over her lips. I whimpered piteously as Dianne's big toe started to lower over me, the callous on side looking like rough bark on a tree. More dust and particulates fell onto me, each one causing me to twitch in fear, as the heat from her foot continued to raise, leaving the environment feeling warm and humid. Her foot smelled strongly of sweat, almost like bad vinegar.

***

Dianne looked at Mark trembling below her toe.

I control his fate? She stared at him as she allowed her toe to bob over the tiny boy, each movement of her toe causing sudden surge in shaking as she moved it up and down.

The idea was fascinating. She looked down at the tiny boy, a smile cracking over her lips.

But I don't want to hurt him.

She turned to Sarah. “Yea. But still, I think we could treat them well. I think Mark has been a good little companion.”

Sarah burst out in laughter. “So that's what your name is, bug?” She looked down at the tiny boy who's body was partially obscured by the black nail of Dianne's big toe. “If you want to treat it like 'well' that's totally up to you, but I'm telling you, it's, like, way easier if you don't get too attached to them”

Dianne looked down at him as Mark trembled below her toe, her smile slowly dropping from her face. “Why's that?” she asked.

Sarah and Dianne were now both staring at Mark as they spoke. “Because it's an insert. It's highly unlikely it will survive very long. Especially if you're new to this. But, hey, it's up to you.”

Dianne paused to think about this. It hadn't occurred to her that this could mean life or death to Mark, even though Sarah had mentioned it. Perhaps Sarah was onto something – but at the same time, Dianne had successfully smuggled tiny men for a while now, without serious injury. Perhaps she had something she could teach Sarah.

She turned to look at Sarah. “Well, this one is mine, so I'm going to raise him as I see fit. If you don't want to call him by his name, that's fine...”

***

Dianne's voice thundered above me as her big toe loomed over me. The tip of her black nail went up to the top of my chest, and I could see the dirt caked under it, half of the toe was hard and became a thick callous as it reached the side.

Dianne, mid-sentence, turned from looking at Sarah's giantess face in the sky above me, tilting downward, her emerald green eyes locking onto my trembling form below her toe.

“... but matters of life or death are up to me. This is my tiny... or insert... and I'm the one who get's to make those decisions” The shoe around me vibrated as she spoke, and Dianne's toe lingered over me like the trunk of an enormous tree. I was absolutely terrified.

Sarah's laughter echoed around the room like thunder. “Okaaaay” she said, still giggling. “You're the boss. This is about teaching you as well as, it-” She paused, looked down at me, and smiled “Mark, here, Dianne. And like, if there is one thing I've figured out, the only way you can learn is by experience. But trust me. If you want to break it – I mean him – in, you'll heed my advice.”

Sarah face tilted up in the sky to look back at Dianne, leaving me a view of her dark black nostrils below. “So, like, you think you can do that?”

Dianne, turned to Sarah, giving me a view of her nostrils now as well. “Of course...” She paused, and looked back down at me. “Just because I want him to be happy doesn't mean I don't want him to be mine”

Sarah face tilted back down towards me, and she smiled. “So you're willing to do whatever it takes? Even if that means, you know, like, hurting him, and stuff?”

Dianne smiled. Her big toe suddenly curled tightly before me, a gust of funky wind blasting me in the face, before slamming down into the flat below my feet, causing the shoe to vibrate. She pressed down into the floor with her bent toes...

CRACK CRACK CRACK

… and she cracked her toes, the noise so loud and so close I was suddenly deafened.

My ears were ringing, but I hear her voice as it vibrated through the shoe.

“If he deserves it”

***

Sarah looked at Dianne and smiled. “Good. Like, keep an open mind, and with my help...” she looked down at the tiny boy and giggled. “Mark, here, well, he'll be lapping from your foot, as they say”

Dianne looked at Sarah and laughed. “You know, I think he already is good at that”

Sarah smirked. “You were always lucky. Well. I'm going to go take a shower, and then we can start on our first lesson, right?” She looked down at the tiny boy in the flat below her. “You don't go anywhere – you're goddess here is going to break you in tonight, you lucky little bug.” She laughed as she stood up, and walked into the bathroom.

Dianne watched as the door shut behind her, and then slowly shifted her gaze back down to the tiny boy lying naked on his back in Sarah's flat. Dianne had her toes curled up like a fist by his feet, and began to press onto the shoe excitedly, causing the little boy to rock back and forth.

He looked up at her, and his tiny voice began to squeak.

“D-d-dianne” He trembled, much to the delight of Dianne, who couldn't help but smile. “Sh-sh-sh-she's g-g-gone...”

Dianne started to laugh as the little boy stuttered, causing him to further tremble.

Oh my god. Dianne thought. It's so adorable.

Dianne managed to stop giggling, and spoke down at the boy by her toes. “What's that, Mark? It's hard to tell what you're saying when you stutter like that”

The little boy continued to shake below her, but paused for a few seconds, clearly trying to compose himself.

“Sh-” he paused, before continuing. “She's gone. Can y-you get me out-out of here? To the railroad?” He said, his face full of desperate pleading.

Dianne frowned, and then uncurled her toes, the sudden movement causing the boy to twitch in terror. The toes laid flat on their bottoms by his feet.

“Oh.” She paused. “I contacted the railroad. The soonest they can get you as at the end of our hike, so you'll just have to hold on until then.”

Mark looked up at her, she could tell he was horrified by the news. He began to speak, but his words were obviously choked with emotion.

“Y-y-you m-mean I-i have to...” He paused to tried and speak, but it only made him sound like he sobbed mid sentence.

***

Dianne's huge black toenail was well above me as I lied flat on my back, and looked up at her. I could see the bottom of the nail well above my feet even lying down, looking like a small wall. The underside of her nail was dirty, and from this range I could tell part of the black paint had worn off.

“...to g-g-go on a h-h-hike with you?”

Dianne's lips parted to reveal a lovely smile.

“Yea, my Marky-poo! Isn't that going to be great?” her voice boomed.

The horror of it all was too overwhelming. I burst into tears realizing what she meant.

Dianne's voice thundered above me. “Why are you crying! It's going to be so much fun. We're going on one of the most exclusive hikes in the world. I've heard it's really quite beautiful. Sunlight, fresh air, a chance to stretch my legs – nature...”

Dianne continued to smile as she spoke, seeming unfazed by my sobbing below her.

It was incomprehensible to me that Dianne spoke the way she did. I knew what the hike meant for me. I wasn't going to experience any of those things. Why was Dianne acting like I would?

Her foot suddenly picked up into the air, and her toes rapidly advanced over me, only yards above my head. Bits of detritus from her foot showered down on me as her toes were suddenly above me, the dark tan wave of flesh rippled and folded as the ball of her foot was suddenly above me, her toes scrunching behind my head. It continued to move behind me, and then I was below the ball of her foot, below her arch, the skin here wrinkly and looking like the sea.

I could no longer see Dianne, and the low ceiling above me was just hot flesh, the environment around me humid and ripe, I couldn't see anything but the Dianne's sole above me and the walls of the shoe to my sides.

I cried and trembled as Dianne's voice thundered around me, shaking the shoe, her foot lowering slightly to cut the gap between myself and it to only a yard.

“...besides...” She paused and laughed “... this will be a great time for us to spend together”

The skin arch rippled as she flexed her foot upwards, the sudden movement appearing like a tornado ripping the ceiling off from above me, before it rapidly accelerated downwards.

I screamed in fear, and gust of funky wind blasted me before the foot was resting where it was before.

She continued to giggle. “Go ahead Marky-poo. You can lick my sole if you want”

I cried and trembled as I contemplated what she was saying. Her foot didn't move from above me, and I didn't move from my back. Everything seemed still for entirely too long, only my sobs audible as I pulled in the humid funky air.

***

Dianne looked at the top of her foot, expecting to soon feel Mark's tiny tongue lapping at her sole.

We'll find the truth of it all by the end of this hike. She thought to herself.

She waited for about 10 seconds, but she didn't feel anything. She moved her foot downward so that she could see Mark's face between the gap of her big and second toe. He was lying on back crying below her.

She frowned, confused that Mark wasn't eagerly lapping away at her sole.

“Why are you so sad, Mark? Don't you like my feet?”

“W-w-w-hy... would I-I” He paused to sob “l-l-like it?”

Dianne wiggled her toes above his face, and flinched instantaneously in response. Dianne giggled as she spoke, the little boy squirming in fear below her was just so entertaining.

“... well because of the plane flight, my tiny little boy. You were eagerly lapping away at my toes before... and I saw you're little erection under Sarah's foot”

Mark just looked up at her, a mixture of fear and confusion on her face.

“Don't be shy Mark.” Dianne continued. “Lick”

The boy managed to stop crying, taking deep breaths, and look at her.

***

I looked up at Dianne between her big and second toe which continued to wiggle, causing me to wince. Her green eyes were staring down at me, but I couldn't see the sides of bottom half from her toes and the web between them.

Dianne's smile shifted into a more neutral expression.

“Look” her voice boomed. “This is a great opportunity for you. I know this is a lifestyle you weren't expecting, but I think you'll like it”

She began to lower her toes down, until the toe web landed right at my feet. I was lying on my back, her big and second toe grazing my shoulders, I could see the huge flesh of her toes rising well above me on both sides, making it look like I was lying in a strange living canal. The smell was like cheese and vinegar, the environment muggy and hot.

“Just, make the most of it, alright? We're stuck together for the next two days anyway” She smiled again. “If by tomorrow you're still not happy, then you'll be under no obligation to become my little pet”

I couldn't believe what I was hearing. Does she really think I want this? That I'd want to be her pet?

But I didn't get a chance to think about it long. The fact that I was lying in between her toes hadn't escaped me, and I began to stare nervously at the lines of dirt that were compacted into the side of her big toe.

I looked up at her again, her lips curled into a grin.

“B-b-but Dianne...” She cut me off, her voice thundered.

“Look Mark. You're going to have to play along. Sarah can't know you were bound for the underground or she'll kill you and me...”

Her big toe was suddenly airborne, the rapid movement leaving me in a gust of wind. It then shifted over me, before moving down, rapidly descending onto my face, the rough bottom wasn't calloused but clearly worn, and felt like the side of a stiff leather couch. I couldn't breathe for a second, letting out a muffled squeal, before it let off of me, giving me only a few inches of space, all I could see now was the big toe above me. I was absolutely terrified.

“... so get to licking” her voice thundered.

I didn't need to be asked again. I stuck out my tongue and started lapping the bottom of her toe. There was dirt caked into the grooves of her skin, and I felt like I was suddenly back in her shoe, my instincts taking over, my body on autopilot. My thoughts of being a person were pushed aside, my reality that was to be Dianne's little slave now the only realm in which I could think. Her toe was all I could see and smell, the heat and humidity surrounding me. I pressed my tongue into her rough leathery flesh, the acrid vinegar taste from her skin immediately filling my mouth, bits of dirt and dried skin being gathered inside as I began to drag my tongue across her skin. I titled my head up as far as I could, I had licked about 8 inches of her skin straight, but there was still dirt where I had licked, no matter which direction I looked, more and more skin from her toe was visible. I shuddered realizing how long I would have to do this.

“Good” Dianne said, her voice full of pleasure. It sounded like the roar of a jet engine.

“Oh” she said, her voice booming over me. “And one more thing. It's Goddess Dianne” I continued to lap at her toe, sobbing now, and it suddenly pushed into me, my tongue stuck painfully out of my mouth, wedged into the hard leather cushion of flesh, before she let off of me.

I heard her giggle like gunfire from above, and the fear of her toe caused me to pause, only giving me the briefest respite, before the fear of not servicing subsumed it, and I began to lap at the dirty swirls in her toe again, each one I could press my tongue into and feel the hot salty flesh raised along the sides of it.