Crystal watched the computers screen as the tips of her fingers first entered Amoe's dingy old slipper. Even intoxicated she could feel the heat and humidity of it, her fingers slowing down as they entered in an instant reflex of disgust.

“Gawwwd, I can't believe you looove it in here...” She said to the tiny man inside, watching his face on the computer monitor, even covered in a layer of what looked like gray and brown old fuzz it seemed to turn cherry red in embarrassment, causing Crystal to giggle as her fingers slipped further inside.

“It's so grooosssss!” she said, before giggling.

Emerging from the bottom of the computer screen was an amorphous huge shape, a white fuzzy thing that seemed to jerk wildly from side to side as it continued fill more and more of the image of the inside of Amoe's dirty old slipper.

On the camera's feed Crystal could see Mark noticing it as well, his eyes turned down towards her fingers as they slowly filled the frame, the light on them so bright it caused the the rest of the slipper in contrast to appear dark.

“Here coooomes the rescue teeeeeam!” Crystal giggled, her out of focus fingers slowly nearing the small hole on the screen where Mark's face lie, the tiny boy slowly becoming the last thing visible as the girls hand occupied more and more space within the slipper. She moved her hand down slightly, watching the camera struggle to focus as her fingers seemed to glow white in comparison to the dark browns and blacks of the stained fuzz within the slipper.

She looked at her hand on the screen, before giggling as she started to slowly move her index finger over Mark's face. She could see the whites in his eyes expand as the top of her finger moved over him, part of his face obscured in shadow below before the glowing white of her skin obscured anything the camera could pick up below it.

The camera finally focused, her french manicured nail on her index finger sharp and visible on the screen.

Crystal struggled to speak amongst her fits of laughter.

“Whyyyy doncha show some appreciashon...” She said, slurring her words slightly. “...and giiive your savior a kieeess?”

***

Crystal's voice shook the slipper, a deep vibration that caused loose fuzz and dirt to bounce lightly around the air, glowing white like snowflakes beneath the phones camera light. But just above me I stared up at the glowing silhouette of the living log that hovered above me, the heat from the thing radiating within the slipper and causing the temperature to increase even more, to the point I could feel the moisture wetting the fuzz and dirt that caked my skin.

I could see her nail jutting out from above it, the thing partially transparent, but her french manicure causing the tips to let no light through, and I audible whined as the whole thing lowered. It was an instinctual panic as I struggled fruitlessly in the dirty fuzz. Flashes in my minds eye brought me back to the sheer panic of Amoe's dirty toes as they loomed over me, and full terror took over.

“No! Please!!!” I shouted, horrified, as Crystal's finger now blocked almost everything above me, my eyes adjusting to the darkness of her silhouette, making out the faint pink outlines on the swirls of her pale skin, the heat rising as the finger loomed closer.

“Shhhh...” The giantess boomed as the finger continued to lower, before it made contact with my face, first pressing into my nose, then the of the couch like leather made contact with my forehead, before the rest of the bulbous surface covered the remainder of my face, leaving me locked in blackness.

I tried to scream, only coming out as a muffle as Crystals' cushion like skin pressed into my face, covering every inch of me. I couldn't breathe; I was completely subsumed in it. Fear took me, utter panic, yet from inside me I could hear Crystal's voice boom.

“Kieeess your savioooor!” She thundered, her giggles vibrating through the couch like fingertip into my body, the shaking pushing my skin and nose up and down painfully. But I was suffocating, struggling to breathe, trying to squirm, to move my head in any direction, terror mounting as I started to become more lightheaded.

“Huueeeh!”

I took a deep breath as the finger lifted suddenly off of me, and for a fraction of a second I gulped in the ripe slipper air. I couldn't help but think how much drier and less dirty Crystal's log of a finger was in comparison to Amoe's monstrous toes. It wasn't particularly dry, it almost had the quality of a high quality leather. But the blinding light took my focus, leaving me unable to see anything but a huge amorphous silhouette shifting above me like some giant monster in the dark, and my terror returned.

***

Crystal lifted her finger off the tiny boy, irritated that she hadn't felt the kiss she knew she deserved. She looked at the screen, shifting her finger slightly so she could see Mark's dirty face. The camera was still focusing on her finger, leaving the boys face indistinguishable from the out of focus mangy fluff of the slipper insole. Crystal shifted her fingers slightly, trying to get the camera to focus, before lowering them back down, watching the camera automatically adjust until she could feel the grimy slipper insole against her fingers. The camera adjusted slowly, and she stared in fascination as Mark's face slowly came into view, his grime covered skin coming into focus between her index and middle finger, her french manicured nail on her index finger glimmering in the light right next to his face while her long middle finger continued deeper into the slipper. She stared, enthralled at seeing the tiny boy taking deep breaths through his mouth, his eyes shifted towards her index finger, the boy visibly trembling in the bright camera light.

She twitched slightly without thinking, her middle finger lifting up only slightly, and she could see Mark's tiny eyes suddenly snap towards the movement, his mouth making an audible yelp as the boys teeth started to clatter in fear. Upon sight of this Crystal started giggle, a profound sense of unadulterated glee filling her as she watched Mark panic by just a slight shift of her finger.

It was with this feeling of power she then brought her fingers suddenly together, staring at the video as she heard the screams of the tiny boy below, his face now blocked by her blurred fingers, which the camera took a second to adjust to.

Crystal continued giggling as she heard Mark's panicked squeals, her fingers now in focus on the camera and leaving Mark invisible beneath them. She could see her pale hair along her index fingers glimmering on her skin as she slowly parted them again, the camera once again adjusting to the darkness cast from below her fingers, a slice of Mark's face now slightly visible as her fingers only remained barely split.

“Please...” She heard audibly through the computers speakers, causing Crystal to laugh once more.

“Don't be scuuured...” Crystal said, giggling as she started to lower her index finger back onto the tiny man's face.

“... give your champions a kieeeess”

The tip of her finger pushed into the tiny man's face, and she could feel the little man pulsate as she lightly pressed into him. The feeling sent a tingling sensation up her arm and into her chest, causing her to shiver in pleasure.

She lifted her index finger off while simultaneously lowering her middle finger, now feeling Mark's face below her middle finger, the slight bump where his nose was pushing somewhat more deeper into her fingertip, once again causing a tickle.

Crystal giggled. “Givem a kiiieeeeesssss”

***

Crystals voice shook my whole body, the sound seeming to come from every direction as I remained trapped, unable to breathe as the hot fleshy tree pushed me into the fluff.

As the humongous pale tree once again lifted off me I gasped for air, the light blinding for a second before I felt a rush of hot air again.

WHAM

I saw stars as I was slammed from the other direction, the other pale fleshly tree that had been above me now replacing the other one, the stars slowly dissipating as I once again felt the booming vibrations of Crystal's voice, the strangest sensation of a voice that seemed to come from everywhere.

“C'mooon Maaark, give you're rescuers a lil kieeess...”

I felt stunned, the words and muggy heat all I could sense as the white tree of flesh wrapped around my face like a giant oily cushion. I could feel a pulse from it, like it had it's own giant heart on the inside.

I had to appease this goddess, my energy slowly diminishing as I felt my lungs beginning to shake as I tried desperately to breathe. So I pushed my lips into the leather skin, using all my energy to suck the ripples of skin into my mouth, trying as desperately as I could to deliver a kiss, using all my energy to slightly open my mouth enough for me to taste her white leather flesh on my tongue.

FWOOSH

The muggy slipper air rushed onto me suddenly as the pale white log of flesh lifted off of me, my lungs instantly gasping for the ripe air that felt like a seaside breeze in my nearly suffocated state. My eyes watered at the blinding white light for only a second, before I saw the dark outline of the adjacent pale log, shifting over me to cast me in shadow.

I started to beg, only to be instantly deafened by the Goddess above me.

“Give em a kieessssss”

I felt the heat of the white leather log before it suddenly dropped downward, the light seeming to instantly disappear around me as the giant finger became all I could see.

WHAM

***

Crystal brought her index finger back down on the boy, the feeling of his face quivering as she gently pushed into it tickling her all the way up her arm, causing her to once again laugh. She paused, staring intensely at the screen, her finger slightly out of focus but all that could be seen in the contrast of the white light from the camera.

Then she felt it, the tiniest wet sensation below the tip of her finger, causing her to once again shiver. It wasn't as pleasurable as a kiss from Amoe, but it was oddly thrilling, the rush of it accentuating the tickle that filled her with a different kind of pleasure – one of power.

“Good booooy...” She said, pausing to giggle. “Show hoooow muuuuuuch you appreciate your rescuuuuuers” she said, biting her lip as she focused on the sensation.

She slowly shifted her finger up and down, only a tiny bit, but the feeling of Mark's face rubbing against her skin filled her with a kind of strange joy, the slight shifts in movement and the wet feeling of his mouth filling her with renewed delight each time it touched a new bit of her own skin, before she felt a slight bit of pressure on her finger – almost like Mark was sucking on her skin.

She felt a strange rush of endorphins at this; it was almost too pleasurable, she instantly burst out laughing, lifting her finger off the tiny man, stretching her fingers forward as she did.

“Wooooow Markyyyyy” She said between her laughter, pausing to take a deep breath. “You're a really good kieeesser!”

The camera adjusted on the computer monitor as she spread her index and middle finger apart, the fuzz out of focus until she moved her fingers up and down slightly before they started to auto adjust, finally leaving her fingers blurry and focusing on the brown fuzzy insole below. Mark's face seemed to almost match the color of the material, she could see bits of fuzz and other dirt caked onto his skin, a strand of black hair running across his face below his lip.

It was fascinating to Crystal who couldn't help but stare. She was filled with some strange carnal feeling as she watched Mark's face, gasping for air, his eyes glimmering in the camera's light like he had just been crying. She slowly moved her middle finger again, the shadow being cast below them blocking the sight of the fuzz on the ground, inching ever closer to the spot where Mark's face lie.

Suddenly the tinny voice played over the speakers.

“Please, please, please...” It said, over and over, each time filling Crystal with some strange thrill, each time compelling her to bring her finger even closer, each time sealing the fate of the tiny man who's begging only filled her with delight.

“Awww” Crystal said, giggling. “Don't woooorry, this savioooor will give you a kieeess too”

She couldn't help but laugh, staring at the screen as her finger now completely covered any sight of Mark, the camera once again focusing back on her pale white skin, the contrast so bright nothing else could bee seen to the sides of it except black, before she lowered her middle finger once more.

***

WHAM

White light flashed in my vision as the giant log of pale skin fell down on me once more, leaving me in a daze only long enough to realize I couldn't breathe. Once more, I desperately tried to appease the wall of flesh before me, sucking and licking the thing which seemed so clean in comparison to Amoe's dirty toe that I didn't notice the flecks of dirt and skin that rubbed off in my mouth, only for me to swallow, or get stuck with other muck and fuzz that had remained stuck in my mouth. I couldn't do anything else with them, the flesh completely surrounding me and leaving me in nothing but hot oily blackness. Each second that past I became more and more lightheaded, each lick against the grooves of her skin feeling strangely more pronounced, the pulse of her blood seeming to throb louder and louder, until I couldn't sense my own body anymore, I couldn't even tell I was licking until I actively thought about it.

It was strange, like I was observing myself, an almost out of body experience. And then I remembered I couldn't breathe, panic setting in, so I sucked on the wall of skin while simultaneously pressing my tongue into the grooves of it.

Everything seemed to grow dark, and all I could hear was thunder.

“HE-HI-HE-HE-HEE...”

***

Crystal delighted at the tiny wet sensation sucking on her middle finger, giggling as the tickling caused her to shiver.

“You reaaaally loooove your saviooor...” Crystal spoke, ending with another laugh.

But then the sensation stopped. Crystal held her finger there for another second, but curiosity got the better of her, a sudden fleck of anger emerging.

Why the fuck did he stop? She thought to herself.

She moved her finger, staring at the computers screen, watching her white finger shift slightly and the camera once again adjusting. As the camera focused, she could see Mark, mouth open, tongue hanging limply near the side of his lips, his eyes closed.

He's out cold... She thought, before bursting out in laughter. In her drunk state it didn't occur to her she might have killed him.

“Whaaaat... too excitingggg for yooous?” She said, slurring her words as she giggled. “Well, I was gettin bored of that anyshway...” She paused to giggle once more.

“c'mon – les get yooou outta there...”

She shifted her fingers down, her french manicured nails now pointing towards the slipper insole, her fingers gripped like a claw.

***

“... les get yooou outta there... ” Boomed from every direction.

I woke up in a daze, confused as to what was happening, my body in pain. As my other senses came to, I first noticed a bright light blinding me from above. But then I felt the heat and humidity, the ripe slipper smell, and a flood of terror swept over me before the memories followed in its wake.

My eyes adjusted, and I saw the gleaming white logs of skin, the things bent over now, before moving my eyes and seeing the gleaming white tipped axes that were her french manicured nails, pointed straight down towards the ground. One of the logs shifted sideways, and I held my breath in abject terror as it neared closer and closer to me, before it paused right over my face.

I couldn't move, I couldn't even breathe, I felt like prey hoping that a bear wouldn't see me. The ax was pointed straight at me, I could see the bottom of the white tipped nail before it shifted into an unpainted color, the pale somewhat bulbous tip of her finger below it.

I screamed as the thing suddenly fell.

“Aiiiieeeeee!!!”

But I wasn't dead. The thing had slammed right above my head, the other logs falling simultaneously around me, the slipper shaking and causing of gust of hot slipper air. Particles of dust and dirt flew into the air, glimmering in the white camera light like snowflakes, before they disappeared in the shadows of the fingers. I trembled at how close they all were, like a group of white skin trees just grew up on the ground around me. I heard a lurching, then a deafening sound of a tear, the logs seeming to twist and turn all around me.

“Ewww – gross...” I heard thunder around me, but my attention still shifting from white skin tree to white skin tree as they seemed to do a strange dance around me, till I could feel one hit my side, then another, the heat from them distinct through cocoon wall of fluff that surrounded me.

The tearing seemed to continue, but now it seemed like the fluff was getting tighter, the force of it ramping up until I could barely breathe. I couldn't see anything in the blinding light but the sides of the giant fingers dancing, their silhouettes above me, before the fluff tightened further until I could no longer breathe. Then there was pressure below me, the heat from the white fingers pressing up under me, the temperature now surrounding me like I had built a fire on every side.

CRRRRP

The noise signaled the fluff that entombed me being sheered off and loosening it's grip on me, the ripe slipper air once again filling my lungs. But before I could complete a full breath I felt like I was in a rocket that took off, the warm fingers that were locked on my sides and back now pulling me out of the slipper and into the blinding light of the world outside.

And there, to greet me, was the pale, freckled building that was the face of the red headed girl.

“Youuuu're miiiiiine nooooow...” The building thundered.