(This is a Persona 5 story that centers around shrinking and feet! There will be light spoilers for the story of Persona 5 The Royal, so if that's a bother... Don't read)

Futaba began her day like any other. Rolling out of her bed to a cluttered floor at god knows what time in the evening. She rubbed her eyes as she laid on the carpet of her room. Papers, wrappers, and energy drink cans were scattered all around her and she thanked Yaldabaoth that she didn't land on the latter. The orange haired girl climbed to her feet, gripping her computer desk for balance. The entire room was only illuminated by the glow of her monitors. Albeit, there were quite a few monitors. But it still made it rather hard to navigate around.

She padded across her carpet, pale bare feet clumsily dodging whatever lay in her path as she made her way to the door of her room. Futaba peeked her head into the hall, looking both ways to make sure Sojiro wasn't anywhere to be found. The short girl dashed to the front door, nearly slipping on the carpet as she did. Opening the door, she saw Ryuji standing there.

"Whassup, Futaba?" he asked, a dumb smile across his face.

"Nothing. I assume nothing for you either, given you've been babysitting. Though I doubt you'd do anything even if you weren't." Futaba replied, a slight grin on her mousy face.

"Yeah, yeah. Whatever. Just take her so I can get back to doing nothin' all day." The cheerful grin never left the blonde boy's face as he handed over a small shoebox with holes poked into it.

"Good. Now make like a tree and leave me to my computers." Futaba accepted the box into her hands before turning around, shutting the front door with her foot. As she made her way back to her room, she heard a faint "For real...?" from outside. The thief made her way back to her room and shut her door tight, locking it. She plopped herself down in her computer chair, reaching into her minifridge and producing an energy drink as well as a tiny serving of food.

"Meh. Should be fine." she remarked, setting everything down on the relatively cluttered space of her desk. Futaba casually flicked the lid of the box off, letting it fall to the floor. She leaned over, looking down into the box. It was lined with a... black, fuzzy material and inside... was Makoto Niijima. "Greetings, Queen! It is I, the Pharaoh, back to claim my revenge." she teased. Makoto let out a soft groan as she stood from her sitting position in the corner of the box. She seemed perfectly fine, just miniature. She was dressed in her winter uniform for Shujiin Academy.

"Futaba, please take me out of this box. It really reeks in here." the class president whined. "That had to have been the worst luck of my life. Shrunken by some shadow in Mementos, having the effects carry over to reality, sleeping in a box with your old sock as my bed, then spending a day with Ryuji. I can't tell which is the worst part."

"I can. It's the one I avoid whenever possible. I'll give you a hint, though. It's answer D." the orange hair girl whispered as she set her palm down in the box. The second her hand touched the sock on the floor, she shuddered. It was practically stiff with sweat. Makoto happily climbed onto her teammates hand, sitting herself down on Futaba's soft palm and hugging her thumb. Futaba raised her hand slowly, making sure that Makoto never slipped as she did so. She set her hand down gently on her table, allowing her friend to climb off.

"That little plate thing is yours. Figured you'd be hungry. I just took some leftover curry from Sojiro, though. Figured you'd rather not drown in noodles." Futaba shrugged as she leaned back in her chair, grabbing her energy drink and cracking it open. "So. How was Operation: Survive Ryuji?" Futaba asked, tilting her head questioningly at Makoto.

The class president, meanwhile, sat herself down on Futaba's desk and leaned back against her keyboard. The 3-inch tall girl began to devour the curry before she responded. "As horrible as you might think. The jog home from the hideout was awful. I felt like I was going to puke. Partially from how much he jostled me around, and partially because I was being forced facefirst into the sweaty sock of a girl who only bathes every other week."

Futaba huffed as she looked away, a clear pout on her face. "It's every week, thank you very much." she retorted, acting like it made the situation any better. Futaba suddenly had an idea spring into her head. Since she was going to have to deal with the burden of looking after Makoto...

"Futaba, why do you have that grin?" the shrunken girl asked, a nervous expression on her face.

"Well... Let's just say that I have a wonderful idea. I've been around the internet a bit, and there's quite a few weirdos who would kill for this opportunity. But! Today, it's offered especially for you." Makoto watched Futaba nervously as she spoke. Suddenly, the desk shook and her vision of the orange haired girl was replaced with a wall of flesh. More specifically, Futaba's right foot.

The first thing Makoto noticed was the scent. An overwhelming aroma of sweat and cheese practically filled the air. She coughed as the scent burned her nose and lungs. Futaba, seeing the immediate reaction to her feet, giggled before adopting a stern expression. "Is this any way to treat your pharaoh? The one who so graciously lets you live in her kingdom?"

"I guess it makes sense that you'd be a pharaoh. They likely never bathed back then either." Makoto retorted. Futaba muttered softly "it's hard, okay?" before slamming her other foot down on her desk. Her monitors shook slightly, and that caused her to remove her feet and lean forward to grab them. "NOT MY BABIES" she shouted, before looking down at Makoto who was curled into a ball and covering her ears. Futaba chuckled nervously, reaching down to stroke her hair with a finger. "Maybe we don't play on the desk..."

"Really? What amazing analysis! Thank you, oh great Oracle." Makoto responded, her voice dripping with sarcasm.

"Quiet down, Mad Max. Or was it Furious Matthew?" Futaba mused out loud as she picked her friend up by the shirt and slowly lowered her to the ground. Makoto groaned as she realized where this was going. "Is this absolutely necessary?"

"Nah. I just think it's fun." Futaba dropped the girl beneath her desk and sat back down in her chair, wheeling herself forward and placing her bared peds on either side of the girl. Putting her headphones on, Futaba sealed Makoto's fate as a foot toy for the day. No matter how much she tried to get her attention now, Makoto would never overpower those headphones.

Futaba opened up her internet browser as she began her typical search of the internet. Meanwhile, down below, Makoto was about to experience the disgust of Futaba's idle feet. The big toe on Futaba's right foot poked into Makoto's torso, knocking her to the ground. She scoffed and stood up, prepared to fight the offending digit off before Futaba's other big toe knocked her back down. A two on one fight certainly wasn't fair. As Makoto went to hop back to her feet, the hermit's right foot hovered over Makoto's tiny frame. She gulped, fearing her friend would unknowingly turn her to a stain.

Instead, Futaba's foot dropped down on Makoto and landed on her like a warm blanket. A warm blanket that made her eyes water from its insane, cheesy stench, but a blanket nonetheless. At her height, Makoto fit snuggly under Futaba's foot. Her feet rested at the giant girl's heel while her head resided under the ball of the foot. The rest of her body was left to be mashed and toyed with under Futaba's sole. Makoto could feel the intense heat radiating off of the foot atop her. And with heat, came sweat.

The council member already had prior experience with Futaba's foot sweat due to the sock she was forced to sleep on, yet nothing compared to the direct source. The slimy, wet footsweat coated her clothes and face. Despite not even moving her feet around yet, it was enough to drench Makoto in her sweat. Obviously, Makoto wouldn't go down without a fight. Reaching up, she pushed hard into Futaba's soft sole. Grime and sweat now coated her hands, but she carried on. Unfortunately, it merely tickled the girl above.

A small frown crossed Futaba's face as she pressed her foot down a bit harder. Already, she had forgotten about her friend beneath them. Her left foot idly kicked back and forth as her right forced the tiny Makoto into the dirty carpet below. The carpet itself had the hermit's sweat ingrained in it from years of being stomped on and played with. Futaba wasn't just satisfied with applying more pressure though. The girl began to twist her foot back and forth, like how one would put out a cigarette.

It wasn't a malicious act. It was one of unawareness at the moment. She felt an itch, and now she wants it gone. What she didn't know is how hard it made life for Makoto. The soft flesh of Futaba's filthy sole pressed her roughly into the stained carpet below. Her eyes were wide as her arms were pinned to her sides. The foot practically enveloped her form. The filthy ball of Futaba's foot was now pressing into her face. No matter how hard she tried now, there was nothing she could do to avoid the scent. Not only that, some of the sweat leaked between her lips. Makoto's face contorted further in disgust as the salty taste coated her tongue. She began to squirm, shaking her head as best she could. All this did was increase Futaba's pressure however.

Almost as if she was on autopilot, Futaba lifted her foot and let Makoto slowly peel off of it, hitting the carpet with a wet sound. She began to pant, sucking in air. None of it was particularly clean as the scent of feet filled the entirety of beneath Futaba's desk, but it was better than only a few moments ago. However, the same foot still hovered above her. The toes began to scrunch and unscrunch, almost tauntingly. Makoto didn't even have the energy to get up as the foot lowered itself back down.

Futaba's heel landed atop Makoto's face, pressing down slightly. The pressure suddenly increased, causing Makoto to let out a muffled scream. It began to hurt as Futaba dragged her heel down from her face. Before it fully left her face, it moved from side to side, really digging itself against her. This continued for the rest of Futaba's foot. Slowly, she dragged it down Makoto's body. As her body once again was engulfed fully underfoot, Futaba began to once again grind her beneath it.

Up above, the orange haired hacker let out a relaxed sigh as she massaged her own foot with her friend. Futaba's foot continued moving down until her big toe covered Queen's face. She pressed down, repeating the same action as before. However, instead of stopping there, she picked her toe up and positioned her friend so her head was between her big and second toe. Here, the scent was the worst. "No..." Makoto whispered, defeated. Being exposed to her friend's overwhelmingly stinky feet was the worst experience of her life.

Between the offending toes, Makoto saw pileups of sock lint. The scent was definitely the strongest here. The toes on either side of her head suddenly clenched tightly, forcing the poor tiny's face directly into the clump of sweaty sock lint. Makoto's mouth was open as she tried to scream. Instead, all she got was a mouth full of lint and sweat. Futaba cooed softly above, seemingly remembering the toy under her foot. She repeated the process for each set of toes, making sure Makoto swallowed the lint between them, then moving on to repeat the entire massaging process for her left foot.

It took a few minutes but by the end, Futaba stretched her legs out and waved her feet happily. Her attention never left her monitor as she also began to stretch her arms. Down below, Makoto was buried among the carpet in a pool of sweat. Her hair was all matted with sweat, nearly stuck to the ground. Her clothes and skin were coated in grime and she was left drained of energy, It's as if all of her energy was transferred to the playful feet that used her like a massager. From above, she heard a voice. "Lick." Futaba rested her feet on her heels. Climbing to all fours, Makoto groaned. "I guess I should just do it... Maybe she'll actually be a bit more caring if I do." Makoto thought out loud. What she didn't know was that Futaba was simply repeating the lyric to a song. It wasn't a real command at all.

Makoto swallowed her pride and crawled to the heel of Futaba's foot. It was surprisingly soft, especially for someone's heel and for someone who doesn't care much about hygiene. Despite the softness though, it was coated in grime. Flecks of dust, dirt, crumbs, and sweat were all over it. Makoto had already shed tears from the scent alone, but willingly putting her nose through such an ordeal made her sob softly again. The cheesy musk of Futaba's foot filled her nose as she pressed her face against the bottom of her heel. Her tongue slowly creeped out of her mouth. It pressed against the navigator's flesh for a moment before retreating into her mouth.

Makoto turned to the side and spit, trying desperately to alleviate herself of the horrid taste. It wasn't meant to be though, especially since she believed she had to keep licking. Steeling what little of her nerves she had left, Makoto returned to licking the foot. Her tiny tongue moved all along Futaba's heel. Every mouthful of grime and sweat was swallowed. Eventually, she had finished the heel. Makoto's tongue began to move up to Futaba's soft sole. Now on her knees, something in her broke. Her arms wrapped eagerly around Futaba's foot as she licked it. It wasn't because she believed she had to now. It was because she wanted to.

She had been shown her place under the smelly sole of a younger girl, and something about that broke Makoto's mind. She let out soft moans of pleasure as she licked all along the girl's slender sole. She made sure it was spotless before standing up fully and working on the ball of Futaba's foot. Almost as if Futaba recognized that she was done with every other part, she lowered her foot just enough so Makoto could reach her toes. The scent tickled her nostrils, yet this time it drew her in. Makoto stuck her head willingly between her fellow theive's big and second toe. She drank in the scent as much as possible before returning to licking. She repeated this process for every last space between each toe. Pulling her head from between the fourth and fifth toe of Futaba's foot, Makoto began to shift her focus to the individual toes themselves. She licked and kissed each toe on Futaba's foot as she made her way back to the big toe. Unlike the others, Makoto gave it a tight embrace as she buried her blushing face into its soft underside. She began to passionately kiss it, her tongue slipping from her mouth as she did so. There was practically no hope for Makoto's mind at this point.

Her makeout session left her panting and gasping for air as she drank down lungfuls of the horrid musk. The air itself was heavy, hard to breathe in. Sweat and stink had turned it into a miasma. Still, Makoto moved to Futaba's left foot. She began to work on the same process. It took a few more minutes for her to finish, but she did. She topped off her performance with another passionate kiss to the girl's other big toe. With a proud smile, Makoto took a step back as she stood in the shadow of Futaba's left foot. Her entire body looked ragged, yet she enjoyed herself entirely now. Futaba's right foot began to raise. Makoto watched as Futaba inspected her foot. "Wow! This is just like that time somebody cleaned me room for me. Except whatever fairy did this is probably some perverted foot freak who browses DeviantArt. Oh well, works for me." She said out loud, setting her foot back down. Makoto giggled at her words, taking it as a very backhanded compliment.

That moment of happiness was interrupted as Futaba's left foot slammed down atop the giggling schoolgirl. She was plastered to the sole immediately. She noticed how sweaty Futaba's feet were already. It was almost impressive just how fast they accumulated sweat and grime. She heard Futaba speak from above again. "Oh crap! Sojiro asked me to bring over some more ingredients for the shop! Gotta hurry!" She announced to herself. Futaba stood up, unknowingly making her poor friend ache in pain. She rushed to her bed and pulled her shoes out from under it. "No time for socks. Besides, it feels like there's another quest i'm neglecting... Oh well. If i'm ignoring it, it can't be that important, right? Time to make like a banana and leave!" Futaba proclaimed, slipping her feet into her boots.

Meanwhile, Makoto had started lovingly lapping at Futaba's sole. No matter how much sweat she drank, it never stung her mouth any less. The taste and scent of her newfound passion was also something that never pained her any less. However, with that pain came pleasure. She noticed a shift in atmosphere not visually but from the sensation on her back. All she could see was Futaba's foot flesh, so the damp insole of a boot being pressed against her from behind was the thing that made her realize where she was. Makoto's mindset in that moment was blank. All she focused on was drinking down mouthfuls of footsweat. The sound of Futaba's cellphone ringing followed by her voice was quite muffled from above. However, she did her best to listen in.

"Hey, Ann! Umm... Yeah, we can hang out today. Maybe we can go to Akihabara? I can find you a cute cosplayyyy. Just don't ask Ryuji... I kinda ditched him today. Really? You too? I'll see you soon then, I just have to go drop off some stuff for Sojiro. Byeeee!"

Futaba marched out of her room, grabbed the groceries from her kitchen, and began her trek to Leblanc. She had completely forgotten about the tiny girl now drinking her footsweat in her boot. Makoto herself couldn't be happier.