Amoe felt her foot slowly sliding against the familiar warm fur lining of her slipper; even the alcohol couldn't shake from her the strangeness of what was happening, yet she found herself saying and doing things she never thought she was capable was.

But as her toes got deeper into slipper she found herself pausing, her eyes locked on the shaggy white sheep painting the tip.

This is too weird. I don't want to do this...

Her face felt beet red, like she was on a stage and being watched by thousands of people. The anxiety hit her like a wave.

What if Mark doesn't like me? What if I'm too rough with him – too easy? Oh god, what am I doing?

Her foot paused; she was completely overwhelmed with doubt. Mark was somewhere in front of her toes, lurking near the tip of her slipper.

Is he excited? Or did I rush into this too quickly?

And then another, even more dreadful thought dawned on her.

What if – what if Mark planned all of this? Did he plan for us to get drunk – all of us, and to take advantage of us?

The thought didn't seem entirely out of the realm of possibility – there was a reason that men were being shrunk, even if Mark had never been that type of guy – he was still a guy, after all. She wasn't entirely sure what to think, and she couldn't keep her mind focused on a single issue at once.

Did he lie about earlier? Is this all just a way for him to get under my feet?

The thought repulsed her. Mark's obsession with feet was weird, but him using her, his friend – exploiting her in such a way, just to be with her toes – well, frankly, she thought it was perverted. The thought of being used filled her with such embarrassment, and while she did think Mark's foot fetish was weird, she didn't really care – but she was mortified if Mark was doing all this just cause he got off to her feet – that would be just deviant.

And so she found herself staring at her slipper, genuinely mixed with various contradictory feelings, going from embarrassed to mad to nervous to repulsed one after the other. And it was in this state that she noticed Crystal was getting up, gesturing to her. The movement shoved all the things from her mind, her attention pleasantly distracted from her storm of thoughts. And even though she was beginning to think that Mark might be a pervert, she couldn't help but blurt out her own guilty conscious.

“What? Have I pushed him too far?” She paused, looking back at her slipper, suddenly overwhelmed with nervousness.

Did I hit him too hard? Does he not like me? Was I too forward?

“Is Mark alright?” Amoe suddenly felt dread. Oh no, I kill him!

Crystal smiled before she spoke. “No – Mark is fine, but- ” She paused, before continuing “- look – I think he's exhausted. This has been a really long day for him and I think he's about to pass out.”

Amoe felt relief almost instantly. “Oh...” she said, laughing nervously. She didn't realize as she did it, but she began to shake her foot wildly, completely unaware of the feeling of Mark bouncing around the inside of her slipper as she continued talking. “That's ok. I don't want to overwork the poor boy.” Her voice was almost manic, she was talking faster then she could control, picking up and slamming toes on the insole of her slipper before tilting the slipper back and forth as her toes hit the top of it. “I've never done anything like this and I was proper nervous... I don't think I have what it takes...” She said, looking at Crystal, who stood up and sat down next to her on the couch.

She continued shaking her foot unconsciously, babbling continuously as she tried to justify her behavior to Crystal, not noticing as Mark rolled underneath her toes before she slammed her toes down on top of him.

“I'm so stupid... I'm sorry I didn't think about how tired he was...”

She picked up her toes, slamming them down again onto the tiny poor boy, the feeling of her warm worn insole the only thing she could feel.

“... I just thought if I could do this little thing for him...”

She picked her toes up from the slipper, kicking her leg upward as she did. Mark's tiny body was slammed onto the underside of her toes before being launched back into the tip of her slipper.

“... that, I don't know, he might forgive me?” she said, her voice choking with tears. She didn't feel Mark once, only feeling her face, red hot, like she was about to have a panic attack.

Crystal put her hand on her shoulder. “Relax – it's okay. I'm sure Mark enjoys and appreciates what you're doing. Besides, you can always make it up to him later.”

Amoe audibly sniffled as Crystal leaned in to hug her, instinctively opening herself up for the embrace. As she did, she lifted up her toes only the tiniest bit, but more than enough to tilt the tip of her slipper upwards, causing Mark to roll haphazardly under her toes.

***

My stomach dropped as the oily marsh of fuzz seemed to push me into the hot humid air. The humid slipper felt like I was underwater, before the warm damp ceiling painfully rejected me from my further ascent upwards and I fell hard back to the fluffy insole, the environment like a damp grasslands. It audible squished below me as the air was knocked from lungs, and I was left gasping as I rolled uncontrollably downward. My movement finally slowed as the wet fuzz clung to my body like vines, my gasping in the ripe slipper air for oxygen prevented me from screaming in mortal terror.

The wet oily fuzz began clinging to my body more and more, and I soon felt it coating almost all of my skin as I rolled over and over, the dark humid slipper looking like a mish mash of browns and blacks until I could feel the terrifying heat of monsters. I was that filled with mortal terror knowing instinctively what they were: Amoe's toes. The huge yellow things were faintly visibly in the darkness as I saw myself rolling under them like I was rolling under an open garage door, the lack of air and exhaustion forcing me to try to gulp in more and more breaths which provided little to no energy, like I nearly wasn't breathing at all.

The huge toes became clearer as my vision began to focus; I was terrified to see the huge couch like things looming above me, globs of slipper fuzz and strings of brown hair were mixed together underneath and between her toes, and time seemed to slow down as the digits began to sway above me. Exhausted and in pain, I tried to move away, but the globs of fuzz and filth that were clinging to my skin had wrapped themselves around my entire body, and I realized with absolute horror that as I struggled to move in the marshy conditions they seemed to congeal to my body.

I couldn't even scream as Amoe's toes fell down on me like a massive leather guillotine, a gust of funky slipper air washing over me before the huge digits fell upon me.

BOOM

It felt like I was hit by a car, the bog of fuzz I was in giving around and me and warping around my body like I was sinking in mud, and even amongst the sharp pain that knocked the air from my lungs I could feel the oily wet fuzz, pushing up around the sides of my body and face. Amoe's dirty toes curled back upwards, bits of fuzz falling on me from them as a strand of hair stuck to her second toe dragged sideways across my face, the wet oil from it transferring some of it's liquid into my eyes and mouth, burning my battered lips and forcing my eyes shut, causing me to cough as I struggled to breathe.

Even with my eyes closed I could sense the movement of the huge yellow leather cushions above me. A gust of hot wind anticipating the inevitable and now familiar bludgeoning. Her toes swung back downward onto me as I further sunk into the mucky insole of the slipper.

BOOM

My vision blurred into a kaleidoscope as Amoe's big toe slammed me directly in my face, the skin on the underside of her toes felt like a huge leather coach cushion. They pushed me further into the insole, as oily fuzz warped further around my body and face, a bit of viscous oily liquid oozing out of them, the wet fluff now pushing up over my ears as I sunk deeper into the filth. I couldn't do anything, I was so weak and battered that I barely could cough, bits of crud and dirt falling from Amoe's toes as they slowly curled back upward, the detritus covering more of my face and making it feel like I was being buried alive.

I'm going to die here...

***

A tear rolled out of Amoe's eye as Crystal wrapped her long arms around the smaller girl.

“Shhh... Amoe, you just have too much heart for the rest of us.”

Amoe words sounded muddled amongst her sniffling. “I'm just so stupid and ugly...”

Crystal had never heard Amoe talk this way, and was genuinely surprised to hear her say them.

Amoe is being really hard on herself. she thought.

Crystal pulled herself back from her hug to look at Amoe, tears rolling out of her eyes as she guiltily looked down at her lap.

“You're beautiful, Amoe, you silly girl.”

Amoe's eyes finally lifted to Crystal, her frown dissipating as she spoke.

“You... you really think?”

The two girls looked at each other, Crystal's face was only about a foot away from Amoe's. She didn't know why, but before she realized what was happening, Crystal was kissing her on the lips.

Amoe didn't resist. She opened her mouth and felt Crystals tongue slip inside, and a wave of pleasure seemed to roll cross her body, her muscles relaxing as she stretched her legs, pushing them outwards, not realizing that she had fully inserted her foot into her slipper, not realizing that Mark was being buried in the fuzzy insole by the ball of her foot.

Amoe then returned the favor, pushing her tongue back into Crystal's mouth, simultaneously feeling Crystal slipping her hand under her shirt and lightly scratching her skin with her french manicured nails. The feeling sent a shiver down her spine, and she lifted her foot up, slapping her toes up and down and causing, causing her heel to pop into and out of the slipper.

But then she pulled her lips back.

“Fuck, sorry, I don't know what came over me...” Amoe started saying.

Crystal shushed her. “Shhh.” her hand was still under her shirt, rubbing Amoe's chest.

“It's ok. I kissed you silly”

***

The ball of Amoe's foot pushed down onto me, the leather of her skin rough like a thick dry cushion covered in a sheen of oily fuzz. The marshy fuzz of the insole was mixed with dirt and strings of hair, constricting my body as I was pressed deeper into it, years of accumulating trash mixing with oily fluff to create a sort of insole cocoon. I could hardly breathe, not just from the weight of her foot pressing into my chest, but from the wall of leather pressing down onto my face.

I twisted my head desperately, now the only part of my body that seemed to have any ability to move at all, but all I managed to do was smear the cruddy viscous oil from the slipper, the bits of fuzz and dirt stuck to the ball of Amoe's rough ridged skin sticking onto my face, creating layer of it which was inching closer to my lips, before I could feel a bit slipping into the side of my mouth.

Please god. I don't want to die...

I was horrified of what was happening; a sudden burst of adrenaline swept through my body as the air slowly started to run out, desperately squirming and thrashing as I realized I was soon about to be buried in the wet dirty fluff of Amoe's slipper.

And then a booming voice vibrated the my world like the earth might soon be torn apart.

“That was wrong...” Amoe's voice shook me down to my core, a bit of dirt from ball of her foot burrowing it's way into my mouth from the movement.

“... I shouldn't of done that.”

And even though I could hear what these girls were saying, it seemed impossible to comprehend what was really happening as the vibrations of her booming voice started to force the salty oily goo from Amoe's foot into my mouth. The salty mush tasted like some weird mix of rotting vegetables and cheese, the material alternating from string goopy to rocky chunks throughout. I wanted to gag, but if I opened my mouth further more of the gunk would have been pushed inside, and so I was forced to chew.

A quieter but distinctly audible vibration followed.

“Why? We're in college... we can experiment... besides, you like it right?” Crystal's voice echoed back.

The rocky bits of filth crunched between my teeth, a fresh strange ooze pouring out of each that tasted distinctive even amongst the filth in my mouth, before I swallowed the material, forcing myself not to puke as I swallowed.

PLEASE AMOE!!! I thought desperately. REMEMBER ME!!!

My slipper coffin violently shook as my giantess tormentor above me spoke.

“Well... I guess... ugh, what's wrong with me?” Amoe voice boomed, shaking amongst the filth, sinking my deeper into her insole, the fluff now flesh with the front of my face, my now almost completely intermingled within the fluff of the insole.

I still could hardly breathe, even after swallowing the muck, the adrenaline from trying to survive soon couldn't help me from the increasing dizziness from the lack of air. Still I squirmed, helplessly, praying that the goddesses above me would remember me before I was lost amongst the fluff of her insole.

I could hear Crystal's voice distinctly as my senses began to dull.

“Kiss me, Amoe, and if it you think it's wrong, I promise to never bother again”

***

Amoe looked at Crystal, and soon found herself leaning closer to her friend for a kiss. Before she knew it, her lips were pressing into Crystal's and she closed her eyes, feeling every sensation like a wave passing over her. The grooves of Crystal's lips felt distinctive and warm against hers, their tongues as they touched tingled with energy as they exchanged liquid. Amoe could feel a slight amount of pressure on her bottom lip, before feeling a tiny sting.

Amoe pulled back suddenly. “Ow!” But she smiled as she said it, the tiny bite contrasting with the slow pleasure of the kiss made for a wonderful feeling.

Crystal giggled. “C'mon, you don't like it?”

Amoe started to laugh, kicking her leg out and violently vibrating her slipper back and forth on her foot.

“No – it's just -” Amoe paused and giggled. “I don't know – I've just never done anything like this”

Crystal paused, and giggled. “Well?”

Amoe “Well... yea. I guess I like it” She smiled. “but please don't tell anybody, this has got to be between the three of us” she said, giggling.

Crystal laughed. “Of course – the three of us” she said, snickering.

“What's so funny? You're not going to tell are you?” Amoe said, starting to sound panicked.

Crystal laughed. “No – look” she said, pointing down towards the floor.

Amoe followed her finger downward, not quite understanding what Crystal was on about.