“Hueeeh-!!!”

Gasping, my sudden rise to consciousness was accompanied with instant pain. My whole body ached; my jaw, my shoulder, my chest – my whole body felt bruised all over. Each breath of the ripe slipper air caused my chest to flare up in pain, a sharp aching as my lungs filled with air. Even inhaling hurt my throat, the needlelike pain feeling like I had pneumonia, to the point I didn't want to breathe, didn't want to swallow the liquid in my mouth, some strange mix of the fetid crud from Amoe's feet leaving a lingering taste of garbage and mold mixing with what tasted like blood.

There was a constant low ringing; the world felt like it was so slowly spinning around me. A deep roar seeming to echo around the slipper like a thunderstorm. I was sick, I could feel it in my stomach, the pain in my throat unclear to me if it was from screaming or the same nauseating feeling that seemed to fill my stomach.

What am I? I thought miserably, tears coursing out of my eyes. God knows how much filth and garbage I had swallowed, the number of dirty feet I had been forced to kiss earlier was nothing compared to the hell I was in now. I would have given anything to be outside again, just the memory of me on my knees kissing Naru's big black toes seeming like heaven. Even being trapped in Ani's mules, knocked about by her purple tipped nails was better than the hell I was in now, buried in a cocoon on filth, beaten mercilessly and unable to move.

Hell...I thought miserably. Who would have thought hell was the inside of my friends dirty old sheep slippers.

FWOOOSH

The violent movement that accompanied the loud noise brought a gust of muggy hot air which dragged with it dirt and fuzz, the heat instantly rising in intensity. I didn't realize I was screaming, I was so terrified of the monsters above me, the world a roar of noise around me. There was the living ceiling above me again, uncaring of the man trapped in old fuzz below it, doomed to an existence of torture and pain.

The wall of flesh that lingered above me was coated in brown and black filth, the thing occasionally shifting and shimmering like the sea to reveal lighter tanner folds of skin that remained relatively clean in comparison. Everywhere there scattered bits of of what looked like wet black and brown seaweed – old fuzz – coating it. There were hairs running left and right, forward and back across it, some of them looping over themselves, each coated in flecks of fuzz and dirt, an occasional pebble embedded into it, a few as large as my fist. It lingered a few feet above me; directly above me was a strand of the pink carpet from outside wedged deeply into it, the thing covered in the same filth that surrounded and entombed me, the pink only slightly visible amongst the grayish layer covering it in the dim light.

I trembled as I stared at it, the small gust of air caused by the slight movements above me causing the fuzz and dirt dangling from it to blow back and forth like chimes in the wind, loose fuzz and hair drifting around the shoe as a steady shower of dirt fell upon me like rain. Each time I coughed I flared up with pain around my body, my throat aching.

The thunder around me seemed to come from everywhere, and I remembered that this wasn't actually hell...

“HI-ha-hehe-HE”

I was in Amoe's slipper – the roar the goddesses giggling above me, somewhere outside the slipper, a place where they could breathe clean air in light and enjoy themselves, free from the huge wall of flesh that filled me with dread and pain.

The thing didn't care for me existence – to her, I was just part of her shoe, just a given comfort for her foot, just something to be trampled down and eventually thrown away.

I couldn't hear my own sobs over the roar of the goddesses above me.

***

Amoe was imagining dressing up Mark as a little butler and watching him carrying a tray with cups, running off to another table she would have set up with tea cups for whenever her barbie dolls wanted a drink. She couldn't feel layer random junk underneath her toes anymore, it having been so smeared on the bottom of her big toe and the ball of her foot with it. Her skin was nearly black now, with small bits of fuzz and dirt coating it, a few random hairs stuck underneath it.

Crystal laughed, eyes red and slightly slurring her words

“Noooooo... I have an even bitter idea.” She paused, laughing.

Amoe turned to her excitedly while lifting and wiggling her toes, unconsciously enjoying the cool breeze leaking from outside her slipper as she did. “What??”

“Why donchwe have him be our little baaaaby girrrrl?” she hiccuped, before giggling. “Thatchway he can wear the cuuuutesy red dress I have” she said, giggling.

Amoe laughed as well. “Crystal!” She said, lowering her foot slightly into her slipper, but not fully down, just enough to feel the larger balls of fuzz and dirt that had wrapped themselves up with the loose hairs and pebbles, before shifting her foot, causing the things to roll around under her.

“You're so naughty!” She said, giggling. “I don't think Mark would like that...” She paused, laughing, shifting her foot backwards so her second toe slapped the thing wedged in her sole, before she lifted it upward again, not noticing the specs toejam falling out from between them as she did.

“... besides, I think that dress would be too big for him. It was made for a doll twice his size!” she said, laughing, her foot suspended halfway into the slipper, her wiggling toes grazing the foreign entity as she spoke, before shifting her foot across the balls of hair and fuzz, rolling them round beneath her.

Crystal laughed. “That's purrrfffeeect!” She said, pausing to hiccup. “It was small skirt on the doll...” She paused, covering her mouth to burp. “– for Marky, it would be likey full wedding dresssss!”

Both the girls laughed, but Amoe thought Crystal was just having fun. She didn't honestly think Mark would do it, but the idea was hilarious, imagining Mark with puffy red cheeks and two blond pigtails, holding the hands of the two Barbie dolls that would flank either side of him like two mothers with their toddler. Her marijuana infused vision was enthralling, her hand manipulating a doll so that Mark would walk forward with them, a little live action roleplay that she couldn't imagine as a child. Mark politely looking at the doll sitting at the table for her order, Amoe turning the doll to ask Mark for a cup of tea, the boy so small she would have to bend the head down to look at him.

Crystal continued talking. “Ohhhh it will be soooo much fun. We can make it a little...” she paused to laugh at her silly pun “...game tooooo...”

Amoe wiggled her toes as she listened when the side of her second toe grazed insole the strange spot, a slight bump once again drew her attention, the fuzz and dirt covering it making in no longer as distinct as it had been.

“... we could, like, time Markypoo or shomething...”

Amoe was once again probing the unusual thing on her insole only half consciously. As she pushed down into it, it very much felt like it was part of the insole, but as she probed it she looked for the small opening in the middle that had felt so nice before, but she couldn't find it.

I've had these things for so long. Amoe thought. Things do fall apart eventually. Oh well...

She slowly started to lower her now fully inserted foot in her slipper while daydreaming of Mark in a dress, absolutely dwarfed by two of her favorite barbie dolls, the boy holding a tray of tea for them.

***

“Ughhhh.....” I moaned, unable to control my body as the pain swept across me, seeming to oscillate back and forth through my limbs as I trembled.

Amoe's second toe had just slammed me like a giant boxing glove, leaving my head spinning, my vision blurred and unable to focus. I felt like the heat and humidity rise in the slipper, leaving my face covered in what felt like a warm oily sheen.

The filthy living ceiling rippled, cracks of light from outside the shoe making the dirty skin glimmer, like an ocean covered in a layer of black dirt. The ceiling lowered and raised, shifting just enough for me to see it dragging with it huge balls of hair, dirt and fuzz from around the shoe, the things rolling around like enormous garbage beach balls.

I trembled as I saw them roll by, the occasional one passing over my face, the things wet and misshapen. One would occasionally roll over my mouth, causing me to taste it, the feeling instantly hurting my throat and making me want to gag, making me feel horrible nausea.

I knew what was happening before it did, a primordial instinct of terror sweeping through me as my whining and crying went unnoticed by the wall of flesh above me. The blackened skin grew larger as it lowered, filth falling onto me as the heat of the humid slipper seemed to remove any chance of breathing anything other than its muggy fumes. The skin rippled above me, pain and terror filling me as it did, unable to do anything but cry in fear; my huge sobbing breaths tasting like garbage as filth fell from Amoe's foot into my mouth, my throat feeling like it was on fire.

It was the now blackened ball of Amoe's foot, the swirls of skin mostly obfuscated by filth and fuzz, the oily sheen of loose hair dangling off of it first making contact with my face and leaving a warm wet liquid on the side of my mouth. It seemed to pause for just a second before the whole thing fell onto me like a building, my body erupting in pain as I wanted to scream in agony but was completely unable to, the hot dirty flesh enveloping me completely.

I writhed uncontrollably as the hot pressure of the flesh pushed into me, my mouth pinned open as tears streamed out of my eyes, my nose collapsed under the damp hot flesh. I squirmed madly as the pressure increased, my chest slowly being compressed as my body erupted in pain.

I could feel my shoulders being pushed back, the pain acutely increasing, my screaming muffled by the wall of skin that surrounded me in my coffin of dirty fluff.

Pop!

My right shoulder seared in pain as the flesh continuing to push into me, the air forced out of my lungs as my face was pushed into the dirty flesh of Amoe's foot, my mouth forced painfully open. My screams were muffled as the dirt and fluff pushed into my mouth, the strange oil on her skin pushing into my throat and causing it to burn. My shoulder had popped out of it's socket as Amoe skin curled around me, my arms being pushed painfully behind me, tears streaming from my eyes.

This is hell...

***

As she pressed down into it she could feel the material warping slightly below her, before giving only the slightest bit, just a tiny click from underneath her foot, the weird thing in her insole seeming to vibrate and tickle her, the feeling causing her to suddenly giggle. Even with the loose fuzz covering the bottom of her foot she could feel the distinctive hole in the middle of it again, the cool gap giving her a chills as she slowly pushed the ball of her foot into it, the feeling of this thing oddly ticklish and filling her with a unconscious delight as its edges pushed through the layer of dirt on her skin before touching her foot. She could feel as the old fuzz on her skin now in contast, before moving her foot side to side slightly and feeling her skin scraping against the rough edges that were along the sides of it, the thing acting naturally as a scraper to remove the dirt from beneath her foot. She wasn't even aware, the strange feeling more of a fixation than anything else as she methodically moved the ball of her foot after each scraping, making sure that she didn't go over the same area twice.

Crystal touched Amoe's exposed thigh, drawing her attention suddenly and making her nervous.

“...you think Marky is cuuuuute... right?” Crystal said, before hiccuping again and giggling, looking at her.

When Amoe met the Crystals gaze, her pale blue eye was juxtaposed by the telltale redness of getting high, giving Crystal an otherworldly look. This made her more anxious, but she couldn't help but stare at them as the marijuana and alcohol caused her mind to race with thoughts of Mark, the attractive football player with curly hair that they had all been friends with, but now the potential doll to be played with.

“Well...” Amoe said, almost like her parents caught her sneaking out late.

“... I always did love his hair...” she said.

Amoe's mind raced as she thought of Mark and Crystal, feeling a strange sexual tension that was only exasperated by the drugs she just had. But her foot operated on its own, continuing the pattern of pushing the ball of her dirty foot into the hole in her insole, before dragging it across the opening, scraping whatever crud underneath it before shifting slightly and doing it again. Each time sent her a tingle in pleasure as she stared at Crystal in a way that made her feel like she may be falling in love with the girl.

Crystal nodded and grabbed Amoe's hand, one of her eyes appearing slightly more open the the other, her eyes red. The sudden movement shocking her, causing her to pull her feet out of her slippers sudden burst of excitement.

“I alwaaaaaays thought he was a cutey tooooooo....” Crystal said, laughing.

Amoe nodded, biting her lip as Crystal started to lightly glide her fingers across of her exposed thigh.

“And, you knooooooow...” Crystal paused, before giggling.

“What?” Amoe said curiously.

“Well, since weeeee are alllll friends...” She said.

Amoe already knew where she was going, and her mind was suddenly racing at the thought.

The image of her friend came to mind, normal at first, but then realizing he was only an inch tall filled her with only disappointment.

She slipped her foot out of the slipper, before slipping it right back in.

“Oh, c'mon Crystal. Mark is only a bloody inch tall. How would that work?”

As her foot settled back into the slipper, she once again felt the small strange bit that disrupted otherwise fuzz lined interior of the insole. She pressed down onto it with the ball of her foot, trying to flatten it out, feeling the thing give slightly beneath her as her skin warped around it, the gathered gunk around it flattening as it got caught between the strange material and the ball of her foot. She could distinctly feel it squishing beneath her, various bits of hair and fuzz loose amongst the otherwise smeared gunk underneath the ball of her foot.

Ew, gross. She thought, before considering tilting her foot up to knock the dirt out of the slipper.

Crystal hiccuped.

“Jush use your imashination.” She said, slurring her words. “There are lots of thingsh we could do with him....” She paused, and then giggled again.

“Jus look at the way Ani plaaaaayed with him earlier -” She hiccup. “-She shaid Mark made her toes feel sooo goooood...”

The thought of toes shifted her focus to what was happening below her, her marijuana infused high making the feeling of the loose fuzz and grime underneath and between her toes an impulsive fixation. She wiggled her toes to get the gunk out from between them, but now, with the worn out sole underneath her toes, she could feel the loose fuzz and dirt, adding a new variable to her unconscious focus, the area underneath her toes coated in a strange film of oily sweat and grimy fuzz.

Amoe looked at Crystal, her red eyes juxtaposed with her glimmering blue iris.

“I don't know... feet? That's just... gross...”

Unaware of what she was doing, Amoe began to lower her big toe back down on the strange bit of her insole. Amoe was focused on listening to Crystal speak, but somewhere, in the corner of her mind, was an awareness, her toes, searching for that hole in her insole with the sharp edges she felt before.

Crystal giggled. “The other girls seemed to loooove it. And Marky does tooooo! You really shoushdn't... you know... knock it... whatever!” She said, starting to laugh.

Amoe toes continued to probe for the strange bit of insole, and as she did, she could feel the balls of fuzz, hair, and dirt rolling around under her foot, some of them getting stuck between her toes. But eventually she found it again, tapping it a few times in satisfaction before pressing her toe into the cool hole in it. As she did, she barely noticed the bits of dirt and detritus coating her skin, the individual feeling of particles a small irritation to be gotten rid of. So as now was her habit, she used the hole as a scraper, and began to rub her toe across it, unconscious of the fixation as she scraped her toes clean.

Amoe turned to look at Crystal as her toes operated on their own, the feeling what felt like a small pebble between her toes annoying enough to cause her to wiggle them so it fell free into her insole.

“You think I should... what?” She paused, feeling the a ball of fuzz and hair underneath her big toe, not thinking as she began to spin in it circles on her insole.

Crystal giggled drunkenly. “I think...” she paused, laughing. “I shink you should get Mark between your toooooes...”

As the words came out of Crystal's mouth, Amoe felt a reflex of disgust. The idea of Mark being between her toes was so weird, even if she knew it really wasn't that big of a deal. She tried to reassure herself that everybody has there kinks, but she couldn't help but feel disgusted that Mark was into feet.

As her mind raced, she didn't notice the growing ball of filth she rolled beneath her toes. She stretched her toes apart, some of the gunk falling out from between them; there was what felt like a hair or some fuzz dangling off her second toe, and she began wiggling them in an attempt to shake it off. But the thing remained firmly wedged, and a kernel of conscious annoyance came to her she began to shake her toes more violently, carelessly whacking the roof of the shoe before her flicking down and hitting the thing in her insole, before reversing the process and repeating it over again.

Amoe didn't notice as her second toe whacked the thing in her insole the third or fourth time, instead the image of a naked Mark wedged between her toes revolting her. As she did she thought about her own toes again, distinctly feeling the filth wedged between them, but as she let her second toe rest she could feel the hard edges on hole in her insole.

“Oh God Crystal...” She paused, not thinking now as her toes made up their mind up about what they were about to do; Amoe's big toe rolling a ball of dirty, oil fuzz wrapped in hair around on her insole.

“That's just grosses me out...” She said, before her big toe swung downwards in the ball, starting to slowly push the ball of fuzz and hair towards the hole.

***

I awoke in sharp pain, everything seemed to move surreally slow as what sounded like a thunderstorm boomed from all around me.

“... grosses me...”

But the echoing thunder of their voices were yet muffled as I heard the shifting on the living monster above me rubbing the walls of my prison, a storm of dirt and filth floating through the air as rope like hairs danced in the violent movements around me.

Even in my delirious state I could taste what was the garbage in my mouth, almost passively watching as I coughed up the mud like gunk that covered my teeth and throat. I was even more nauseous, my stomach seeming to gurgle like the feeling of drinking too much alcohol and suddenly needing to puke. My shoulder had popped mercifully back into it's socket sometime when I was unconscious, but my shoulder still ached in pain.

“... with him as a doll...” The world seemed to thunder from all around.

The hair covered second toe loomed over me, and I squealed as I watched the thing swing down.

WHAM

My head was spinning, my ears ringing, pain bursting through my head to the rest of my body. My blurred vision could only make out the dirt caked skin of her second toe, the grooves on the swirls of her skin filled with fuzz and scum.as it pressed into my face.

It was strange, almost like I was passively watching, I could feel wet hair and fuzz covering her toe and pushing into my open mouth. I was no longer in control of my body, I couldn't have closed my mouth if I tried, my body simply acting on it's own as my mind seemed to slowly retreat into itself, only the sensations of heat and pain accompanying the disgusting taste as I slowly began to choke. The toe twisted sideways, leaving some of the goop in my mouth, finally allowing me to draw breath from my one nostril as the huge flesh cushion moved away. I slowly tried to cough the stuff out of my mouth, the stuff feeling like rotting wet garbage.

Time oscillated from moving quickly to moving slowly, the ball of Amoe's foot and her toes appearing and disappearing before me, the thunder of the goddesses voices above me seeming to come from another world.

“... I think we should get him in that little red dress of yours...”

The world was a violent movement of living flesh and raining dirt, what looked like big brown cloud seeming to appear and disappear before me, sometimes blocking the light as it obfuscated the entrance of the slipper far below me. I trembled as I realized what was happening above me – the enormous monsters that were Amoe's toes were rolling a ball of filth and fuzz, the thing covered in an oily gloss, dirt and pebbles intermixed into it as hairs from around the slipper wrapped around it. I could only shake as I stared at it before me, the huge toes above me rolling it around my head before disappearing behind me to my left, before it reappeared to my right, looking even larger and misshapen, new hairs and fuzz wrapping around it as it rolled past my face again before disappearing off behind me.

The next time it came around it rolled along the bottom of my chin, the warm oily muck pressing into my skin along with sickening squishy noise that left a viscous residue.

It disappeared behind me and I waited in terror for it to appear again. But before it did, I watched passively as the enormous dirty toes appeared above me.

I trembled as I stared at them. They were only a few feet above me, the small movements from them sending gusts of muggy air and raining dirt down upon me. The big and second toe were both above me, each of them looking brown and black in the dim light, individual bits of dirt and rocks distinct amongst the bits of fluff and hair the dangled off of them like moss, the things occasionally falling upon me as she slowly moved her toes, causing her skin to ripple down her foot, creating a visible shower of dust that would darken the slipper slightly as the light was blocked.

I quivered staring at the toes, before they curled upward, the big toe lifting over the second one and pushing it down, the big toe locked over it. The tip of the second toe fell down and paused only a foot from face, the tip of her plain toenail facing me. I could see gunk coating the underside of the nail, the heat from the thing palpable as I began to cough from the dirt the fell from off the thing, each pebble causing me twitch as the monster hovered only a foot or so from my face.

It paused there, filling me with fear as I prayed the nail didn't come down and cut my face in half, and I heard a voice.

“Please... help me...”

I at first didn't realize the voice was my own, hoarse and terrified as it pleaded with the toe that loomed above me to have mercy. I realized then I wasn't begging to Amoe, but to her toes, to the monsters that tortured me and held my life in the balance.

You're pathetic... a voice echoed in my mind.

But before I could focus on this new voice, the toes disappeared off behind me, before they emerged to my right with large ball of filth again, the thing bigger than my head. The big toe rolled it in front of me, audibly squishing between the fluff and her skin, a strange brown residue being left on the couch like leather flesh of the toe as it rolled across my vision, before pausing in front of my face, leaving me in it's shadow.

I trembled, terrified, as I watched the ball of filth and hair linger in my vision, Amoe's big toe hovering above me as it slowly pushed in and out the ball of garbage.

“Please...” I sobbed, watching in almost in slow motion as the toe started to push it forward, my vision blocked of anything else, the rest of Amoe's foot and the fluff of the shoe being cut off from my vision as the filth got closer, touching the bottom part of my chin as the big toe lowered upon me.

“Don't -” I started to say, my voice choked with tears before the filth rolled on top of me, cutting off my ability to breathe as it pushed into my mouth.

I instantly panicked, gagging, the taste of the cheesy, rotting filth seeping between my teeth and into my mouth. The ball of gunk rolled over my nose and eyes next, blinding me as I tried to cough or hack the stuff out of my throat, unable to do so from the unyielding weight pushing it deeper inside, the viscous like ball of filth coating my tongue and making me need to puke.

I started to writhe uncontrollably, a violent nausea making me want to throw up as I felt the filth pushing into the back of my throat, desperately trying to shut my mouth as more of the goop started to pour into it, but I was unable to, trying desperately not to swallow it as I could feel a rope like hair pushing into the side of my cheeks. Even though I was suffocating the disgusting garbage pushing into my mouth was all I could sense. I was trying to fight desperately against the weight of it, struggling to prevent it from pushing into my throat as I felt the sludge moving towards the back of mouth.

Buried in the filth I couldn't feel anything but the sludge pushing into my mouth and skin, harder bits pressing into me creating sharp pain as it pushed into my cheeks and face.

BAM

The world flashed white as I was slammed by what felt like a boxing glove on the left side of my face through the muck, a sudden lightheartedness that left me dazed.

Even without seeing it, I knew what it was - the now familiar feeling of Amoe's toes slamming down on me without mercy.

BAM

Another blow, this time to my right, stars filling my vision as my ears rang louder, the blow weakening me further, as if to make sure there was no hope of me resisting them, to make sure that I was nothing more then a garbage can for the filth from Amoe's toes.

BAM

This time the blow was to my chest, and any resistance I had to prevent myself from swallowing the sludge was now gone, my whole mouth being jerked painfully open as my chest erupted in pain. The filth then started to freely sink into the back of my throat, my body too weak to prevent myself from swallowing, and even punch drunk I could feel the sickening sludge sinking down my throat, my body writhing in agony as the ball of gunk was being pushed further and further. The whole thing coated my face and filling my mouth as more of it was pushed inside of me. I couldn't breathe, but I could feel myself swallowing it, hearing nothing but a disgusting sloshing noise as I writhed in agony. The taste of garbage and moldy cheese was soon all I could sense besides heat and pain as I felt it being pushed deeper into my esophagus.

I'm Amoe's toe bitch.. I thought, as my body completely gave up, the world turning to black.

***

Amoe didn't notice what was happening beneath her feet as her toes operated on their own. Instead, her mind had drifted back to daydreaming about Mark being a living doll. The idea of having a tea party with a real person seemed like a childhood dream, and with Crystal's help they could truly role play an experience she couldn't imagine as a kid – Amoe and Crystal acting as two mothers of their own little girl, Mark wearing a red dress with puffy red cheeks, two pigtails running down either side of his head.
The idea caused her to giggle, unfeeling as her toe wiggled below her, whacking at the ball of fuzz covering her insole, before she pressed her big toe into it.

She continued to daydream when she finally noticed the ball of dirt sinking slowly into her insole, the strange bit of it she had noticed before seeming to vibrate as she felt the gunk sinking deeper into it. It filled her with an odd gratification, and she found herself probing for the thing in her insert again and the cool hole she'd been using to scrape the dirt off her toes, before she realized she must have accidentally stuffed the hole with the loose dirt and fuzz from around the shoe. The hole now gone and stuffed with the old fuzz made her insole feel like the familiar worn out fluff from before, almost like the thing wasn't there in the first place. She pressed into it again, feeling with some satisfaction as the thing sunk deeper beneath her, the strange vibration of the thing tickling her foot in pleasure.

But then Crystal's voice drew her attention once again.

“Whacha - “ She paused to hiccup. “Gigglin bouts?”

Amoe looked at Crystal, her mind drifting back to the idea of Mark serving tea to her barbie dolls, the boy not tall enough to reach the table that the barbie dolls sat at.

“Oh – just playing with Mark like we talked about” She paused and laughed again.

“Do you really think Mark would wear a dress for us?” Amoe asked

Crystal laughed, reaching her arm around Amoe's shoulder and nestling her head in the crook in her neck.

“Whaaaaat? Like, you think we'll give him a choice?” Crystal said, pausing to laugh again.

Amoe giggled, but composed herself. “Don't be silly. We're not that cruel... I'm not going to bully him.”

Crystal laughed. “Woaah miss goody two shoesh.... Fiiiiiiine. I'm shhhure we could get Markypoo to do it for other reaaaaasons...” She said.

Amoe felt chills again as her foot rested on the insole of her slipper, not noticing the strange vibration from below the ball of her foot sending her tingles of pleasure.

“How would we bribe him?” Amoe asked.

Crystal giggled, before pointing down at her feet Crystal's feet were larger than hers, her toenails covered in a french manicure. Her feet, like her hands, were long and skinny in comparison to her own.

“Ewwww...” Amoe said, unable to help herself. “You think he'd wear a dress just to...” She paused, not wanting to say the words.

“... to get with our feet?”

Crystal started to laugh again.

“Marky looooooves it!” She paused to hiccup. “Even yooooour dirty feet.... i'm telling you, Mark looooves to be doooooominated!”

She paused, slurring her words as she spoke. “Trust me” she said, pressing her finger into Amoe's chest as she lied her head across her shoulder, before running her fingers up and down her chest.

“Marky would looove to be your little dolllly biiitch if it meant he got to be with your tooooeeeeesss...”

The thoughts conjured in Amoe's mind at these words were strange, yet exhilarating.

Mark being my Barbies bitch? She thought, oddly excited.

She imagined the tiny man wearing a red dress, on his hands and knees, bowing before her barbie doll like it was some kind of religious icon.

“Crystal, that's absolutely crazy.” She giggled, leaning back in her chair and feeling a wave of fatigue.

The two girls nuzzled into each other, both of then running their hands across each others bodies, each feeling incredibly comfortable in each others warm embrace.

Amoe grabbed the remote on the table in front of her, before flipping on the TV.

“I'm tired.” She paused, yawning. “Let's watch something before we crash” She said, shivering as she felt Crystal's lips grazed her bare neck.

It had been a wild night, and a lot had happened, but now, her whole body tingling in carnal pleasure, she leaned back and relaxed.