Amoe, now standing, had every intention of leaving, and took her first step toward the door. But below her, trapped in her old greenish, turning grey slippers, was Mark. If she were more astute, or perhaps specifically paying attention, she might have even been able to feel his tiny body buried underneath her foot and in the insole, his face barely distinct from the rest of the fluff. He was wrapped in the old fuzz, dirt, and junk that had gathered in the years of her wearing them. To her it was just a minuscule little bump, no different from the tons of other junk that she had felt before, only to be soon forgotten and slowly mashed down into and indistinguishably from the rest of the fluff.

She didn't feel him as her foot stepped forward again.

***

Buried into the fuzzy slipper insole and under the sole of Amoe's dirty foot, the pain of a mountain of pressure squeezing me began to subside, only to be replaced by the complete lack of air that compelled me to fruitlessly try and squirm away. The effort was pointless though, as the sheer pressure of the foot held me locked in place, completely entombed in the fuzz, the dirty, slightly oily skin on the ball of her foot pushing my face backwards before wrapping around every inch of my face. And so I writhed almost motionlessly in agony, when the I first began to feel the pressure relieve itself.

Oh thank you Amoe, thank you! I felt almost giddy as the pressure gave up.

Looking back, I would realize that this was my first time trapped under somebodies foot like this.

I felt the sudden sensation of being pulled upward, the fluff wrapping around me locking me in place as the flesh lifted off of me, allowing me to gasp for air. Time seemed to slow as dirt and debris floated up and around me, a ray of light whipping through the shoe made the loose hair on sole of Amoe's foot glimmer like a strange black chain.  Tracing my eyes to her sole, the folds of her skin were distinctively bright white before turning black in shadow from the light hitting a ripple. The particles of dirt and fluff whipped around as more clung to her sole.

For a second, I'd say they almost looked like clouds and stars.

The panic begin to well up faster then I thought possible

Dear God! Amoe! No!!!

Time seemed to pause as I suddenly felt the sensation of vertigo. The light in the shoe no longer a beam, but more ambient, giving everything a redish brown color. The particles seemed suspended as I distinctly felt the rope of black hair running along the side of my face, wet and oily. Her foot, now hovering between up and down, suspended above me. I could almost taste the air, sharp with a lingering aftertaste of a cheesy mold.

Amoe!!! I screamed silently, absolutely terrified of what I now realized what was about to come.

And then I felt butterflies in my stomach, as the reddish brown wall of flesh visibly rippled like a wave, and the direction of the world seemed to the reverse. I noticed a high pitch shrill of a noise.

It felt like an eternity for me to tell what it was. My own screaming.

And as I comprehended it, time accelerated, it felt like was in free fall, the dirt and fuzz around me blowing around as living flesh wave fell back on top me in one horrible explosion.

BOOOOM

***

As Amoe's first step towards the door impacted the ground, she didn't even turn to speak.

“Alright... well... I'm outta here...”

She felt awkward saying it. The weird moment between her and Crystal weighed heavily on her mind, and she wanted to leave partially from embarrassment. She took another step forward.

***

BOOOOM

As Amoe's foot slammed down onto me, my vision turned into a kaleidoscope, my body erupting in pain, the air pushed violently out of me.

To say it felt like I got hit by a train was an understatement. At the moment the heavy blow made me feel entirely drunk again, stars in my vision making it difficult to see what was going on around me.

Then the foot lifted up. I could instantly feel the hot muggy air distinctly as my body almost instantly drew in a breath. Dirt and fuzz blew up in the dark environment as the ceiling of flesh pulled away from me again, but I was too scared and asphyxiated, I couldn't really understand what was happening. It felt like I was in a rocket lifting off, the insole pushing into my back as my head felt pulled into the insole.

Time seemed to be a blur again, the only thing I was conscious of outside of the tremendous pain was my desperate need for air, the hot mugginess strangely blowing like a storm, making what little breath I could draw seem like I got almost no oxygen at all, bits of particles hitting my face as the hair of rope whipped across my cheek in a stinging blow.

But the pain seemed to disappear as the world seem to fall out from under me, and I knew once again the process was going to repeat itself, filling me with terror.

I'm not sure if I was screaming when the waterfall of flesh fell onto me again, an almost instantaneous burial in hot dirty skin as I was once again violently slammed down into the oily fuzz and filth of the slipper.

BOOOM

***

Amoe's next step towards the door felt like it took a great amount of effort, and she almost felt like she was running away. But the sound of Crystal's voice, caused her to stop in her tracks, even though she hadn't intended on it.

“Amoe...” Crystal said from behind her.

Amoe found herself blushing, instinctively staring down, her eyes locked on her slippers below her.

Her feet were in the familiar home of her slippers, the things warm and comfortable. She loved wearing the things, she found going barefoot oddly uncomfortable, almost like she was exposed and unprotected.

She looked down at the sheep at the front of them and smiled, the thing was grayed from the years of wear, but still had the stupid grin on it that made her laugh when her mother first got it for her back in high school. Now, a freshman in college, she knew she should probably get a new pair, but the things still did their job, and were comforting reminder of her mother and life at home.

She turned to look to Crystal, spinning on her foot as she did, twisting her slipper under the ball of her foot.

“Well, I'm outta here...” She said again awkwardly, her looking at Crystal suddenly making her blush. She stared down at her slipper nervously, partially pulling her foot out of it, feeling the fresh air around her toes, before quickly reinserting them, stamping down on the insole to make sure they were snug.

“I didn't cock up, Did I? I don't want things to be all to pot...” Amoe started to mumble.

Crystal leaned back on the couch with a smile on her face, before laughing.

“I have no idea what you just said” Crystal said laughing, only to watch Amoe blush. “Amoe, relax, it's no big deal. We're young, there is nothing wrong with enjoying ourselves. It's the 21st century! People don't care anymore.”

The words made Amoe smile, Crystal's cool attitude was magnetic compared to her own natural worry.

“Yea, well, it's just that...”

Crystal cut her off again. “Seriously Amoe, you need to chill...” as she spoke she began to ruffle threw a backpack she picked up next to the couch.

Amoe wasn't really paying attention, once gain looking down at her slippers nervously. She instinctual began to knead her toes on the fluffy floor, squeezing the fluff on the insole underneath her toes. Her mind raced as she did, suddenly wanting to yell at Crystal, feeling insulted my Crystal's remarkably nonchalant attitude towards something that evoked too many strong strange feelings within her. As she gathered the energy to speak, her toes dug hard into the fluff of her slipper, squeezing into it with all of her might, the little lump that was her friend buried in the middle, completely unbeknownst to her.

***

“AHHHHHHHH” I screamed hopelessly.

BOOOM

Amoe's third step knocked me so hard I had completely forgotten where I was, what I even was. It felt like I was asleep, buried under layers and layers of hot and humid leather blankets. It was oddly pleasant, but the blankets seemed to get heavier and more restrictive before I desperately tried to push them off, to find the light underneath the darkness of the leather prison that surrounded me.

But I couldn't lift my arm, and leather wall above me suddenly felt like a snake, like I was being slowly constricted. In mortal terror, I tried to escape, but it was completely impossible to move an inch.

And just as I felt the felt a wave of weakness wash over me, the wall of flesh lifted off me, and I was once again gasping for air, the cheesy wet air reminding me suddenly of where I was. This wet grassland of fluff I was buried in, Amoe's slipper, and her dirty sole above me was all I could see, all I was conscious of.

It seemed to pause over me, the ceiling that was her skin rippling back and forth like a wave, small particles of dirt and fluff raining down on me and causing me to cough and to struggle to breathe in the ripe slipper air.

I didn't know it, but I was whimpering, my desperate fight to survive only just barely overtaking my sheer terror of what was happening around me. I struggled in the wet fluff to free myself, but my vision was suddenly averted, the leather wall of flesh suddenly zoomed outward, light filling the shoe with a rush of cool air.

The goddess above me spoke.

“Well, I'm outta here...”

Amoe's voice boomed around me, otherworldly and godlike. I couldn't really comprehend what she said, before the shoe suddenly became darker, hotter, and stuffier again. The leather wall of the goddess above me slammed down onto me without any warning again.

BOOOM

My body was filled with pain as the air was once more violently forced out of me. The hot dirty flesh wrapped around me entirely, smothering my face between the folds of her skin, and I could only feel a hair wedged between my face and her sole like some kind of strange rope distinctly amongst the heat and oil of the rest of her rippled flesh.

Even in my dazed state I could tell I was suffocating, and my body squirmed instinctively again, a hopeless gesture as the goddess above me tortured me in her never ending cycle of walking and talking with her friend.

I'm nothing to her. I don't even exist.

My thoughts and pain were oddly interrupted, the flesh above me vibrating and carrying the message of a goddess down into the core of my being.

“Look, no hard feelings, ok? I don't want things to be awkward between us...”

Even buried under her foot, the voice of the giantess above me boomed like it was everywhere around me.

She doesn't care at all...

The infinitely heavy thick leather blankets remained on top of me. I could feel the oil from her sole seeping onto my face, stinging my bruised lips. I still couldn't breathe, desperately trying to twist my face in any direction, but it was impossible.

The ripples from her skin felt distinctive now amongst the rope of hair and bits of fluff pushing into my face and mouth, like clumps of wet grass.

Each second that passed the pain throughout my body diminished, replaced by a panicky feeling in my chest, a pain of needing to breathe so desperately that I would have done anything for air. Each second that passed my reality, my past, became less of what I was and more about what I now was.

Please Amoe...

It felt like I hadn't breathed in forever. The weight from the fleshy wall above me had forced all the air out of me, I could feel my lips and chest being pushed against my teeth and ribs, even through the fluff that seemed even more restrictive.

As I became more lightheaded I could only feel terror, desperately trying to escape and yet being unable to move an inch.

The goddess's voice above me completely diverted my attention from my predicament.

“Yea, well, it's just that...” The voice seemed to emanate from all around me, shaking me like an earthquake.

I begged silently to myself as I felt a booming thrum of a pulse emanate through me in the darkness

Goddess...

And as if my prayers were answered, the wall of flesh lifted off me, a rush of cool air and light coming from the distant end of the slipper stinging my eyes and chilling my lips as I gulped in huge gasping breaths of air, even in the damp muggy environment it felt cool in comparison to the never ending suffocation under the mountain of hot oily skin.

Dirt and fluff showered down from the ball of Amoe's foot as I continued to take shallow breaths, my eyes adjusting to the light. A large piece of wet fluff fell on my already stung eye, causing it to twitch as a stray hair dangled from Amoe's sole, before it dragged across my face and dipped into my mouth. It had a distinctly acrid taste that left bits of pebble like detritus on my tongue, causing me to cough and gag while I tried to push it out of my mouth. Each time I used what energy I had and tried to spit it out; I could taste it, but the wet and slimy rope was too heavy, and would only get stuck on the side of my cheeks or over my teeth. After multiple attempts of failing I gave up, the dirt falling from above me continuing to pour down upon me, more often then not getting in mouth and tasting of old grime.

So with my lips barely pursed and detritus mostly covering my face, I took shallow breathes, trying to not get any more filth in my mouth or nose, before inevitably having to force a deep breath out to clear my nostrils, allowing a few short breaths of humid slipper air before the garbage would block my ability to breathe, and I had to do it again.

Instantly the wall of flesh above me rippled like a wave, moving suddenly downward like a cannon, the rush of wind that was accompanying it picking up dirt and fluff with it, clearing my face a little and ripping the hair out of my mouth with it. I felt suddenly elated, only to feel instantly terrified again, as I saw the huge dirty reddish brown digits of flesh lingering above me, each one like a monstrous boulder – Amoe's toes. They lingered above me for a second before twitching downward, and I couldn't help but shriek as they did.

“Aieeee!!!!” I yelled, terrified of the things above me.

But before they hit me they paused, lifting up again, the gust of wind picking up dirt and particulates. I stared at the fuzz dangling off her toes dazedly as dirt fell over me, causing me to flinch as they touched my exposed face. I couldn't break my gaze; I was absolutely cowed by the monstrous things above me. They looked to me like they were contemplating something, contemplating their next move, contemplating whether or not to pounce on me and tear me to pieces.

And then like a lion, they swooped down on me faster then I had time to react, the top part of the ball of her foot slamming directly into my mid section, knocking all the air from me. The light was now nearly black around me, the impossible weight on me making it hopeless for me to breathe. My face was forced between the gap of one pair of her toes, the movement happening so quickly I couldn't tell which, but I could feel the grime and fluff wedged between her toes pushing over the side of my face, a bit of it oozing out over my ears and into my hair, some of it spilling over my chin and touching my bottom lip.

I wanted to scream but it was impossible, and the fear turned into mortal terror when the fleshy walls of toes and the ball of her foot began to tighten around me, squeezing my face together and pushing my skin in upon itself, the oozing of toe jam sliding up into my eyes and over my lips. But the pain below me was worse, my shoulder, even buried in the fluff, was pushed down and inward, and with a painful pop I could feel a sheering pain shooting down my shoulder into my arm, as at the same time my ankle was twisting brutally downward, the pain getting worse and worse.

And, oddly, as the pain reached an almighty crescendo, a strange serene calm swept over me, like I was lounging at the beach.

How odd it is to hear screams, but to know my mouth is closed tight.

And everything turned black.

***

As Amoe squeezed the fluff underneath her toes nervously, she watched as Crystal reached into her backpack and pulled out a bag. She immediately knew what it was – marijuana. Something which she would regularly smoke with all three of her friends, Crystal, Stephanie, and Mark.

Amoe laughed suddenly. “What, you offering?”

Crystal giggled, and then stood up, walking over the desk. She reached for a drawer on the side. As she did, Amoe watched her from the door, her pale, slender figure still offered a slightly curvy legs that reached a plump butt fitting snugly in her red dress. She had an urge grab them.

Crystal opened the drawer and took an object in her palm.

“Is that what I think it is?” Amoe said inquisitively. It was Stephanie's new bubbler. She had been wanting to use it, but hadn't worked up the courage to ask during the evening.

Crystal laughed. “Well, do you want to smoke some of this or not?”

Amoe bit her lip, bending her knee and picking her heel up off the ground, releasing the grip on the fluff on her toes as she did, exposing her heel to the fresh air outside the slipper.

I really shouldn't. She thought. It's already so late...

But she found her self slipping her foot back into her slipper, before taking a step forward anyway, back towards Crystal. One after the other she approached the couch, Crystal throwing herself butt first back into the seat. Her fiery red hair shimmered in the cool light from the room as she leaned forward and looked in the bag of marijuana she had in front of her.

Amoe, picked up her foot, stamping it down in frustration.

“Ugh Crystal, why didn't you bring this out earlier?” Amoe said, sounding somewhat annoyed.

“Cheeky, really trying to keep me here, aren't you?” She said, smiling now, taking a step closer. She could see the glass bubbler that was in Crystals hand, the design showing red and blue glass twisting together from within.

Crystal laughed, reaching out and touching Amoe's leg briefly. “Look, no pressure, but I know you want some of this” She said, giggling.

Amoe started to laugh. “You know me too well.”

She swung around and sat down on the coach next to her.

“Well I guess a few more minutes won't hurt.” Amoe said, shuffling her feet in and out of her slippers, her hands tucked under her thighs. She could feel the fresh air blowing between her toes and around her feet as she let her slippers rest on the floor, shuffling he feet in and out of them as she gently swung her legs excitedly. She looked down briefly at her slippers again, having absolutely no idea of the battle to survive going on inside of her slipper.

She was just excited to get high.

Crystal giggled. “That's the spirit!”