You belong to the portion of the population that can shrink at will. You're just as durable when shrunken down, but something is a little different in your case. Your body, when shrunk, behaves like clay. This discovery was made when you talked to your girlfriend about your fantasy of being stepped on by women many times larger than yourself - giantesses. At first she was a little weirded out, but still willing to give it a go, but only after you assured her you wouldn't be in any danger. She watched you with amazement as you shrunk down - clearly she had never seen anyone do it before. You shrunk down until you barely reached her ankles standing up, then approached her feet as she sat on the couch in your apartment. Her bare feet were a little dirty from walking around the apartment, her painted toenails were dark, almost black, a colour that she knew you liked seeing on her toes. They curled a little as you got closer and you glanced up at your girlfriend, who watched you with a worried look. You smiled at her and assured her again that you would be fine. She took a deep breath and bit her lip, then lifted one foot towards you. Her soles weren't as pink as usual, due to the layer of dust that clung to them. You took in the sight as you stood frozen and let her toes hover over your head. Again she asked if you're sure. You gave an excited yes, then looked up between her toes as they came down. Though she carefully lowered her foot, for you it still felt like several whales came down upon you as you were forced to your knees. In that moment you noticed something was off. Your knees sunk into the ground a little. You looked down in panic, then confusion took over as you saw your knees spreading out like clay. You looked back up to your girlfriend, unsure if you should tell her to stop. Her foot kept descending, pushing your further into the ground, as your legs melted beneath you, followed by your torso. You began to panic again and called out, telling her to stop. The sudden yell startled her, and she did the last thing she wanted to do in that moment. The sensation was strange, your head oozing out from between her toes as her foot had slammed into the ground. Her eyes wide she spread her toes and lifted her foot, covered her mouth with both hands. With utter horror she looked down at you, her shrunken boyfriend, turned into a skin coloured lump of clay with her footprint stamped into it.

The experience left you both unsettled. Your body recovered shortly after and you grew to your normal size, apologizing and comforting your girlfriend who was still very much freaked out. Weeks passed since then, and while she continued to let you lick her feet and shoes, trampled you and used you as her footstool, she flat out refused to act out your giantess fantasy.

Today you devised a plan. She had gone out with friends in the morning and wouldn't be back until evening. You knew in the evening she would be tired. She wouldn't pay as much attention as she usually does. You were going to shrink yourself again and lay down right at your apartment door. Your hope was that she would be too tired to notice you and step on you without realizing it. The thought of being her doormat was enticing. Even if she squished you just a little before noticing, even if she would get mad at you then, in your mind that would be worth it.

As the afternoon waned you decided to get into position, unsure of when exactly she would be back. Even that excited you a little bit, as you lay at the door, like a doormat, waiting to be used as one. Surprisingly, you didn't have to wait long. The keys were being inserted and turned, and as your girlfriend pushed the door open, you noticed she was talking to someone behind her. Several voices reached your ears. As the door opened you saw your girlfriend, and several of her girl friends, all dressed for the summer weather, wearing sandals like your girlfriend or flip flops. And while the prospect of being used as a doormat by all of them excited you considerably, you knew your girlfriend would be livid if you actually did it, so you decided to quickly get up and hide. Except you didn't get the chance. When you looked up, ready to sit up, the sole of your girlfriend's sandal was already close enough you could make out the thin ridges of the tread on her heel. Indeed you became quite familiar with the tread as it came down on your face, flattening it beneath her weight, and leaving behind a nearly perfect print of it. Your girlfriend had noticed you, but not in time. Looking back at you she tried not to let her panic show. She was torn between desperately wanting to avoid her friends realizing what you were doing there, and not wanting you to be turned into a human doormat. Her first friend sealed your fate, stepping on your abdomen with one sandalled foot, then on your chest with her other, flattening you, squeezing out your body clay underneath her soles as she commented on the loveliness of your apartment. When she stepped off you saw her next friend cast a curious glance over you before her flip flop filled your vision and you felt your footprint stamped head being flattened beneath her larger shoe sole. She also said something, but you struggled to understand what, as she had decided to stand on you and crush your legs under her other foot. Eventually she did step off of you, though she didn't move far. With your head flattened you were forced to stare upwards so couldn't quite tell what she was doing, but the way she moved her legs and looked at her feet, it seemed she was taking her flip flops off. You were proven right when she pulled her left foot out of her flip flop and set it down, now crushing your face beneath her bare sole. The pressure wasn't as even as the flip flop so you were able to make out her words this time. She was commenting on how interesting the doormat felt, and you felt your clay face being ground beneath the ball of her foot while her toes dug into you, feeling you beneath and between them. Your girlfriend watched with mixed emotions, both worried and infuriated by what was happening to you beneath the foot of her friend. She decided not to respond to her friend's observation and instead asked her to check out the couch in the living room. Shortly after the foot lifted from your face, with parts of your clay skin stretching before dislodging from between her toes. Your girlfriend was appalled by the state of your face, though she took care not to let it show on her face. She smiled at her last friend, the only one in her group who was so self-conscious of her feet that she decided to wear a pair of Converse, both of which came down on your body, and stamped the iconic tread profile into your face and chest. Curious about what the prior friend had pointed out, she looked down at the strange almost skin coloured flap of clay beneath her feet, lifted one foot and giggled at the perfect footprint her shoes had left on you. She then promptly decided to add more, stepping on you over and over, covering your entire length - which increased as you were trampled flat - in her footprints. She chuckled and offered your girlfriend a half-serious apology before stepping on your head and leaning down to untie her shoe. She took them both off on top of you, then moved them aside while she flattened you beneath her sweaty black socks. Your clay skin got along with her socks so well you got stuck to them and experienced - if only for one step - what being a human shoe was like, before the furious toe wiggling and being dragged along the floor dislodged you. The girl apologized to your girlfriend again, this time somewhat more sincerely, before heading into the living room. Flattened and tossed around you lay before your girlfriend who glared daggers at you. She crouched and picked you up, turned you so you faced her. Then, in an agitated whisper, she explained that she had intended to introduce you to her friends today, but that you had ruined that chance for the day. She continued informing you that - since you had "introduced" yourself as the doormat - you would have to keep up the act until they left. And that very much included submitting to their feet when they left.

Several weeks after the doormat incident your girlfriend had been much less receptive to acting out your giantess fantasy. After profusely apologizing for the first few days she eventually forgave you, but since then the most you could get her to do was resting her feet on your shrunken body, effectively using you as a foot mat while she watched TV or browsed on her phone. While the prolonged weight did result in some slight footprints left on your body, it didn't satisfy your need to be truly flattened.

Along came a girl's night out. The plan was for your girlfriend and her friends to go clubbing. She assured you she wouldn't entertain any approaches from anyone there, and if it came to it the other girls would have her back. You weren't worried, and happily planned your solo night - involving some TV, maybe some games and of course an evaluation of your girlfriends shoes.

You couldn't have predicted how that night would actually go.

On that fateful evening, as your girlfriend was getting ready, she suddenly became upset at something. Checking in on her you found her sitting on your bed, wearing a short black dress ready for the club, with one black high heeled sandal next to her foot, the other in her hand. She looked at you and sighed in frustration. "What's wrong?" you asked, and she pointed out the high heel at the ground. On the insole, around the area were her toes and the ball of her foot would rest, was a transparent gel inlay. You had noticed these in several of her shoes and knew their purpose was to keep her foot from slipping forward in shoes that didn't secure her feet very well. Looking at the other high heel you noticed that it had no such inlay. "Wearing that heel without an inlay would be a nightmare, but my other pairs don't match my dress at all." she explained. You were tempted to tell her to just forget about matching and just have fun with her friends, but you knew her well enough to not do that. Unsure of what to say or suggest, you sat down next to her on the bed and glanced at her, thinking. She was thinking, too. In fact, she already had an idea, one which she was now beginning to seriously consider more and more. She suddenly turned to you, meeting your eyes with an unusual seriousness. "I've got an idea. I'm not exactly happy to do it, and I'm not sure if you are either. So let's say I owe you a favour if you do this." You had a faint inkling of what she might suggest, but more importantly you immediately began to fantasize about what sort of favour you could ask of her in return. So you readily agreed.

Looking up at the toe strap of her heel as she put on the other one had you excited. You had hoped she would ask you to be her inlay replacement, but didn't expect her to actually do just that. With her other shoe put on she looked over at you and bit her lip. "I hope you're ready." she sighed, her voice sounding anxious. She didn't really want to do this, but the prospect of a fun night out while rocking this outfit - plus your visible excitement to spend that night under her foot - did alleviate it somewhat. You watched her foot - her silky smooth toes, her pink sole - as it approached the shoe you were lying in, filling your vision more and more. Since you were even smaller than during the doormat incident, the now massive size of her foot was mesmerizing. Her foot suddenly stopped and you heard her say, "Last chance to back out. I won't get mad, I promise." You scoffed and told her to bring it on. She sighed, then navigated her foot onto the insole of the high heel. Her toes passed over your body and hovered above your face, so close you could make out the ridges on their bottoms. The ball of her foot loomed over your body, immense enough to entirely cover you easily. You smelt the scent of her feet, something you've smelt many times, in varying intensities, but your current smallness compared to her foot made it an entirely new experience. After another brief movement of hovering, her foot lowered itself down, at first resting on your chest while her toes - coming down above your head, encased you beneath her, though your fortunate positioning allowed you to look up between her toes. And there you saw her look down at her foot, bite her lip, and put her weight down on you. You were flattened almost instantly. Your upper body spread out beneath the ball of her foot, filling out the indentation it had left on shoe's insole. Your head was wedged between her big toe and her second toe, still allowing you to look up between them, though you felt the sides of your head starting to mould to her toes. Looking up from between her toes you saw her stand up, and though you wouldn't have thought it possible, you were indeed flattened even more beneath her weight. Still looking down at you she twisted her foot, scrunched her toes and took a few steps, making sure that you would actually work as expected. And while you felt your flattened body thin out even more and contort beneath the grinding movement of her foot, while your head was now just a thin strip of your face with toe shaped indentation on either sides, one thing you both noticed was that her foot remained more or less in place. With your now impaired vision, due to most of your face succumbing to her toes, you could just about make out that lovely smile of hers that made you fall in love with her some years ago. If she had said anything to you at that point, or afterwards, your ears were certainly unable to pick it up from their new spot beneath her toes. She began walking around, presumably gathering her things for the night, before heading out. As she walked on you the somewhat minimized movement of her foot in the shoe was still enough to spread you out just a little more, moulding you into the perfect footpad to secure her foot and cushion her steps. Your view between her toes was no more, as their movement had increasingly squished your face until it eventually ended up beneath her big and second toe simultaneously, being worked into the indentation on the shoes insole with every step she walked on you. Your muffled ears could make out voices, hers and her friends', at least until they got to the club. Then you mostly just felt the bass of the music, increasing in intensity each time she took a step forward in the line, before standing on you and waiting. This cycle repeated for a good while, during which you sometimes got to hear much more of the music and the hard to hear conversation happening above you, as your girlfriend occasionally lifted her toes, probably in an attempt to give you some relief and fresh air. This wouldn't keep up throughout the night though. In fact, when they finally entered the club, and especially once the dancing began, it started to feel like your girlfriend forgot all about you. She danced on you, grinding you beneath her as she let loose, stood on you while she waited for a drink at the bar, stomped you as she shifted her weight from one foot to the other to the beat of the music - and not once did she lift her toes from you. As the night went on and the heat in the club climbed, her foot sweat came into the mix. Along with the now fairly intense smell you felt body being covered in the salty sweat from her sole. The worst part was the sweat from her toes being rubbed into your face, until you began to be submerged in it as it pooled in the toe prints on the insole which your face was basically a part of. Unsure of where exactly your nose or your mouth was located, you were left with little choice but to swallow as much of her sweat as you could, if only so you could get a slither of air into your flattened lungs. You weren't entirely sure if you actually  needed to breath, but being drowned in her sweat certainly made your body think so. The onslaught of her foot lasted for longer than you had the energy to keep track of. She continued dancing on you, walking on you, standing on you. Her toes either rested on top of you or actively crushed you, with only short windows of relief whenever she subconsciously lifted her toes to keep her balance. She had completely forgotten about you. You were, quite literally, just an inlay to keep her foot from slipping. A job that became increasingly harder the sweatier her foot became. It soon began to slide around more, which brought the pressure of her sole to new places on your body that had previously escaped some fraction of it. 

Eventually the girls called it a night, thought that didn't mean your job was done yet. After several drinks your girlfriend walked unsteadily as she made her way home. Her sweaty foot twisted and slid on your body inside the shoe, flattening you to the point you were almost flush with her insole. There was a brief period of relief, when she stopped and took off her high heels. You were honestly surprised at that point that she actually remembered you. Except she didn't. Carrying both shoes by their straps she stumbled on barefoot through the night. She hadn't remembered you, she just decided being barefoot would be more comfortable at this point. You weren't too bothered. The cool night air, passing over you as you swung with her shoe, was a pleasant change. Yet only a few steps later you girlfriend suddenly decided that being barefoot wasn't more comfortable after all. And while her feet were somewhat less sweaty now, when she put her shoes back on you got acquainted with the grime now stuck to her soles, as well as the new added sent of street dirt mixed with foot sweat. When your girlfriend finally reached your apartment, you found yourself counting each step of the stairs, committing the final number to memory, just in case you would find yourself in another situation like this in the future. Inside the apartment you expected her to take off her heels right away, but instead she stumbled all the way into the bedroom and dropped down on your bed, before taking of her shoes. Almost blinded by the light it took your eyes a while to adjust until you could at last make out your drunk girlfriend sitting on the bed, looking down at her feet and rubbing them. You waited for her to notice you. You waited some more. Your girlfriend raised her gaze, rubbed her face, then stood up and began to undress. She  still hadn't remembered. So, with your clay body flush with the insole of her high heel, her footprint stamped into you, covered in her sweat and grime, you watched you girlfriend, now nude, walk towards you, kick you along with her shoe aside, and climb into bed, leaving you stuck where you were for the rest of the night.

The Footpad Incident left Lucy in your debt. You had made her night out possible, and in return were forgotten and stuck in her shoe until the morning after. When she realised what had happened, the guilt she felt was plain on her face and she profusely apologised to you. You tried mentioning that you still enjoyed yourself, but she wouldn't hear it. She insisted that she'd make it up you. "Whatever you want me to do, I'll do it. I'll trample you if you want or I-" she continued listing things that she knew you would enjoy, given how often you asked her to do them. But you didn't really hear her words anymore. You were lost in your own head, thinking carefully. "I-I can ask my friends over again, and you can play the doormat again." You looked at Lucy and saw how desperately she wanted to make it up to you.

A few days later you still had not decided on what to do. Although there was one thing you noticed stuck in your mind. Lucy was a healthy woman who worked out to stay in shape, and this included running. You had licked her running shoes many times already, especially when she went for a jog in the city park and came back with dirt stuck between the treads of her shoes. She had also trampled you in these shoes on occasion and you remembered the footprints she left on your body and face. There was something about this type of shoe you greatly enjoyed.

As if on cue Lucy came into the living room, pulling you from your thoughts. She was in her workout clothes - a white tank top and short black running shorts. Her feet in their white socks were noticeably not inside her shoes yet. "I'm meeting up with Chloe. Gonna go for a run." That very moment your eyes lit up and the idea was there. You stood up, which startled Lucy for a moment, and from the way you stared at her shoes, she could tell you had decided on how she would make it up to you.

You estimated your height to be about half the length of her foot, maybe a little more. Lucy looked down at you and looked a little hesitant. She often did, and you've grown to appreciate her concern for you, even if you wanted this. Your eyes were drawn to her socked feet, her toes wiggling. Her habit of moving her feet while thinking or considering was one of the first things that attracted you to her. "I'm not sure if this is gonna work the way you want it to." she said, but dropped her shoes onto the floor anyways, and slid her feet inside of them. The black and pink sports sneakers were fairly common footwear, especially among women who exercised, but the fact that these were hers, that you had tasted them and felt them on your skin made them special. She reached down into the back of each shoe and pulled the flap out from under her heels, then wiggled her feet and made sure she was comfortable. Then she looked at you. "And about Chloe ... I'll try, but I don't know if she'll buy it. And even if she does, she might still say no." You assured her it's fine and that you're ready. "Well ... lie down." she said and smirked. "Or should I-" her smirk turned to a grin as her foot suddenly rose from the ground, then shortly after crashed into you. You collapsed so quickly you didn't even feel yourself falling. Right away you were flattened under her shoe and felt the treads digging into you. Your face was squished into the ridges between and spread throughout them. You felt the pressure increasing, moving across you as your girlfriend took a step on you, before it vanished quickly and light blinded you. You saw the sole you were just under leave your field of vision, then heard Lucy stop, turn around and walk back towards you. You saw her face for just a moment, before the sole of her shoe filled your vision again, became your world, then plummeted you into darkness as your body was rapidly reshaped to fit between the treads of her sole. Again her weight rolled over you, then her foot lifted from you, and while you felt your skin sticking to her sole and stretching a little as her foot moved away, it dislodged and you remained on the floor. This time Lucy's steps stopped and she looked down at you. You imagined what she saw there, her shrunken boyfriend stamped into her footprint. "You're not sticking." she noted. You let her know that you felt yourself stick a little and asked her to try again. She raised an eyebrow and raised her foot. "Chloe's waiting for me, so we'll have to hurry." You weren't entirely sure what she meant, but you quickly found out. Her foot descended rapidly and again you were crushed beneath her and squished between her treads. This time the pressure increased, peaked and continued. Lucy was crushing you under the front half of her shoe, having lifted up her heel to put more weight on you. Not only that, you soon felt your body contorting, as the massive sole on top of you twisted back and forth. Grinding you like a cigarette butt, she eventually managed to get you unstuck from the floor, at which point she pulled her foot back and held it behind her, looking over her shoulder down at the sole of her shoe, which you were now a part of. "I ... guess it could work after all." You didn't even get to respond, you were swung back towards the floor and pushed into it. Again you felt Lucy's weight roll across you, then felt yourself rise into the air, fall and crash back into the ground. Lucy walked on you about a dozen steps, then stopped and stood on you for a few moments, before walking to the door. After being stood on you could feel your skin sticking to the floor a little, but for the moment you remained stuck underneath her sole. "You feel like gum stuck to my shoe." you heard Lucy's voice comment from far above you as she stood on you again and opened the apartment door. "Which means if I get you a little dirty, there's no risk you get unstuck." she added as you flew through the air, across the door threshold and came face to face with the old doormat in front of it. While Lucy's weight rolled over you, you were reminded of how long this doormat had been there. It wasn't used for its intended purpose very often, as you usually took care of cleaning the shoes. But only once they were already inside. Meaning every time Lucy came home, she stepped on this doormat with her dirty shoes before entering. You were being crushed into years worth of dirt, and to make it worse you felt Lucy grinding you into it as well, then wiping her shoe, and you along with it, all across it. This must have been the first time in weeks that someone actually wiped their feet on this doormat. Ground into it, scraped across it, you finally found yourself pressed into it once more as Lucy stood still. You faintly heard a familiar sound, a kind of rapid clicking on a hard surface. Lucy's nails on her phone. She typed so loudly with her long nails it didn't matter where she was in your apartment, you would always know when she was messaging someone. Suddenly the weight on top of you shifted forward, towards your head. "Chloe's there already." you heard Lucy say as she steadily leaned forward while finishing her message, before finally stepping of the old doormat. You flew through the air again, then were smacked into the cold stone floor of the staircase of the apartment building. The descend down the stairs was actually worse than the ascend you had endured inside her high heel, both because you were under her shoe now instead of inside of it, and because she simply dropped all of her weight onto each foot as she went down the steps, smashing you into the hard stone floor without any restrain. Remembering the number of steps you had counted the last time, you had an idea of how long you would have to endure this - 56 steps. After 16 it became clear that Lucy wasn't truly aware what she was putting through, as she casually swung herself around the bend to the next flight of eight steps, swivelling on the foot you were under which loudly scraped across the floor as it twisted and ground you beneath it. And she continued to do this after every flight, four more times until she finally reached the bottom, and continued walking on you out the door. The side-walk pavement was at least warmer than the stone floor in the staircase, but it was just as unforgiving, and additionally added small pebbles to the mix. They crunched under her feet, a sound so ordinary to her that she didn't even take notice, while you felt the sharp little rocks being stabbed into you, though thankfully none of them embedded themselves in you. You remembered the last time you had licked her shoes, there were several of these small stones stuck between her treads, but it seemed that you simply left no room for them occupy. Between her steps, as you flew through the air, you heard the familiar soundscape of the city pass you by. Pedestrians walked by, chatting with each other or on the phone, then Lucy stepped on you and you heard nothing but the rubber sole straining against the pavement as her weight rolled across you. Her foot rose, you heard cars drive by, a horn in the distance, and the immediate aggressive response of another, then all grew quiet as you were crushed into the pavement again.

This cycle continued, and each time you weren't being walked on you listened to your surroundings and tried to gauge how far it would be to the park, where Chloe was already waiting. You remembered Chloe and her flip flops crushing you when you were her unexpected doormat, and her bare foot slipping out of the shoe and squishing your face beneath it. You remember being ground beneath the ball of her foot, squished between her toes. Lucy had done something like that too, but she was your girlfriend. Something about Chloe, someone you barely knew, crushing and squishing you with her toes without any clue that you were in fact a sentient human being, excited you in a way that Lucy couldn't. Although you preferred Lucy, with her smooth soft feet and slender toes, compared to Chloe's shorter digits and rougher sole. Still, you were happy Lucy agreed to both of your requests. And while you were currently experiencing the consequences of your first request much more intensely than you had imagined, you very much hoped Chloe would agree to fulfil your second one.

The pavement passed beneath you, then stopped, replaced by the familiar sight of a dirt path, which you were rapidly approaching. Dust and gravel crunched under her shoes and within a few steps you were covered in dirt, which continued to accumulate both on your body and the rest of Lucy's sole. Instead of a few sparse pebbles stabbing you every few steps, you were now being stung by numerous grains of sand, chunks of dirt and more pebbles. Dirt began to cover you more and more, and you felt yourself being sealed into the ridges of her shoe sole, while she carelessly continued to walk on you. What little light you used to get as you flew from one step to the next, was now being snuffed out as more and more dirt was forced into the ridges alongside you. Breathing became increasingly difficult, and as you gasped for air you had to take care not to choke on any of the dirt. Just as took a breath in, you felt a chunk of dirt pass your throat which send you into the coughing fit, and in that very moment Lucy stopped in her tracks and stood on you. Coughing, gasping for air, while your girlfriend crushed you into the dirt beneath her feet, you were incredibly thankful that you weren't in actual danger. It felt real, but only because your body didn't know any better. Still, in this moment you wanted nothing more than for Lucy to move, lift her foot, stop standing on you, stop crushing you. You faintly heard her voice call out. She had spotted Chloe and was calling her. Meanwhile you did your best to endure the crushing weight, the absentminded slight movement of her shoe as she shifted her weight, the absolute torment your girlfriend inflicted on you, just by standing on you. It was like that night inside her high heel. You felt insignificant. Lucy, the girl that cared for you deeply, that loved you, barely registered your existence at this moment. You were just dirt under her feet. An old gum stuck to her shoe sole. You heard Chloe's voice now. The girls had reached each other and chatted. Still Lucy stood on you. Still you were nothing. No better than the dirt you were covered in, the dirt she was crushing you into. You were just dirt. Light blinded your eyes and fresh air entered your body. You felt dazed, glanced around, saw the world upside down. Lucy had finally lifted her foot, moved it back and propped it up on her toes. The conversation between the girls continued while you breathed the air, basked in the sunlight. Still stuck to Lucy's shoe. Still as insignificant as the dirt on the rest of her sole. "Oh yeah, one question. Do you remember that doormat at my place?" You faintly took note of Lucy's words. "Oh yeah, that clay thing? Where did you get that, I've never seen anything like it. I'd love to have one like that, it feels great when you're barefoot." The conversation began to demand your attention. Your mind cleared, your thoughts focused. "I know, right?" Lucy returned casually, dodging the question. "I actually found something even better." You felt your heart beat accelerate, waiting for Lucy to ask the question. Lucy, meanwhile, glanced over her shoulder, down at you stuck to her shoe. "Chloe, do you need an insole?"

"Chloe, do you need an insole?" Lucy asked while you were still caked in dirt, stuck between the treads of her running shoe, currently upside down as she had propped her foot up on her toes. You waited for Chloe's response with your heart racing. "if it's anything like that doormat - absolutely!" You wanted to yell in celebration, but suddenly felt your world tilting as you came face to face with the ground again, then crushed into it as Lucy once again stood on you. "I've got one that's made from the same material." you heard her say on top of you. "Oh my god, I can't wait to try it!" Chloe grinned while Lucy quickly thought of a plan to go about removing you from the sole of her shoe and present you as a believable insole. "I, uh," she spotted one of the public restrooms scattered throughout the park. "I need to pee really quick, I'll give it to you after!" and without waiting for Chloe's reaction, you found yourself smacked into the dirt over and over as Lucy jogged over to the restroom. The sudden change from the somewhat forgiving ground to the cold tiled floor of the bathroom left you dazed, as each step Lucy took on you flattened you and the dirt you were covered in uniformly beneath her sole. At the same time each of these steps held a dubious surprise, as Lucy walked through questionable liquids spilled on the bathroom floor. Despite the clear smell you tried your hardest not think about what she had just dunked you into. She headed into an empty stall, spun on top of you, effectively wiping you along the floor in front of the toilet, and sat down. Relieved that your time beneath her sole would be at an end, you were taken aback when the pressure suddenly peaked on your head. Her heel lifted, Lucy leant down to untie the laces of the shoe you were stuck beneath, then pulled her foot out and flexed her toes in her damp white socks. Finally you felt yourself rise, leaving the ground behind, and when she turned the shoe over you noticed her face was damp with sweat, which surprised you. The little walk to the park couldn't have been enough for her to sweat like this. She was surprised, too, as she now took a closer look at the state you were in. The normally black and white sole of her shoe was coated in brown dirt, as were you, your body squished into the ridges between the treads, spread out enough that you almost covered the entire front section of the sole. "Are you ... alright?" she asked you, and the initial playful smirk she had given you back at the apartment was now replaced with clear guilt. You pondered her question for a moment, reflecting on your experience under your girlfriend's running shoe. Then you told her you loved it. She didn't fully believe you, but a smile snuck onto her lips anyways. "I mean, you did ask for it. I probably just over delivered." she giggled, then her fingers reached for you. She began using her nails to try and dislodge you from her shoe. "Ugh, I really worked you in there, huh?" she noted as she managed to get your arms out from her threads. Pulling on them they stretched at first, until you felt your whole body being pulled, and with Lucy not letting up, you eventually peeled off of her sole. "Hi there." Lucy giggled as she dangled you by your stretched arms in front of her. "You need a rinse." she said, and stood up. But she stopped, studied you for a moment. "Actually, if Chloe is supposed to believe you are an insole, you need to at least resemble one somewhat." she said, then swung you around and made your stretched out body flail around. As she watched the momentum of your limbs die down, she came to a conclusion. "We can't wait for your body to recover naturally. I need to get you into shape." Unsure of what her intention was, you didn't get a chance to ask, as she promptly let go of you and watched you splatter onto the bathroom floor. Now not much more than a lump of clay in the colours of your clothes and skin, you watched your girlfriend sit down on the toilet again, and while looking at you, she reached down to her foot and took off the white sock. Spreading her toes in the air, she twisted her mouth and glanced at you. "It's gonna be sweaty. So bloody hot today." Now you knew why Lucy was so sweaty. You hadn't noticed the heat from beneath your sole. If it was actually hot enough for Lucy to sweat this much, you began to worry about what awaited you inside Chloe's shoe. Lucy wasn't exaggerating, the damp ball of her foot flattened and spread you out beneath it. With her toes lifted, she focused on using only the ball of her foot and her heel in order you flatten you out as evenly as possible. You, meanwhile, watched her bare foot slam into you over and over, squeezing a different part of your clay body mess each time. Eventually she stood up to crush you with more of her weight. She slowed down the pace, studying your form for a few moments, before grinding some part of your body - that wasn't yet in a state that satisfied her - beneath her heel. The whole time you were torn between enjoying your girlfriend's relentless stomping, and the unpleasant fact that each of those stomps flattened you further onto the nasty bathroom floor. Lucy now held her foot above you, her eyes going over your body, before she sat back down on the toilet. "That should be good enough ... hopefully." she said as she put her sock back on and slipped her foot back into her shoe. She peeled you off the tiled floor without much trouble, then left the stall and walked over to the sink. "Hold your breath ... though I guess you don't need to breathe." You were about to point out that your body still very much behaved as if it needed to breathe, but you found yourself staring up at the faucet, and before you could say anything the water came blasting down on you. 

Chloe was stretching when Lucy returned from the restroom. She immediately spotted the thing Lucy held in her hand. "Wow, it does look quite similar." she said as she snatched you from Lucy and inspected you. "More colours though. I wasn't really a fan of that weird beige-brown colour the doormat had." Lucy watched intently as her dear friend touched you all over as she sat down on a nearby bench. Still inspecting you, Lucy noticed Chloe's pink and white running shoes move, one behind the other, the rear one pinning down the one in front, from which she began to pull her foot. "This is gonna feel amazing ." Chloe sighed, and Lucy's eyes widened when she saw Chloe's bare foot emerge from her running shoe, glistening with sweat in the sunlight. "Did you ... forget your socks?" Lucy asked out loud, though she didn't really mean to. Chloe rested her foot on the ground and picked up her shoe. " Just a preference. I wear most of my shoes barefoot." You felt yourself being tilted towards something. Shortly after an intense smell surrounded you. "Though, let's just say," Chloe chuckled, "I wouldn't wanna be in there." Lucy watched with wide eyes as you were pushed into Chloe's shoe. You found yourself in a place of stale, hot air, filled with the intense smell of foot sweat. When Chloe shoved you all the way in, you felt your back slide along the insole of her shoe, and quite easily at that, due to how wet it was. Chloe placed the shoe back on the ground, then briefly wiped the dirt off her bare foot, and began to slide it in. Lying face up on the sweat covered insole you began to realize what you had gotten yourself into. You could barely breathe, the air so hot and heavy and infused with Chloe's foot scent, and as you saw her toes in the opening of the shoe, you realized you soon wouldn't be able to see either. Indeed as her foot entered the shoe, the ball of her sole and her toes touching your legs and sliding along them towards your head, it quickly blocked out what little daylight had been there before. Still, even as it grew darker inside her shoe, you could very much see her toes as they approached your head and stopped just above it. You felt her heel smash down on your legs as her foot had fully entered her shoe. And then her toes came down on you. Lucy watched Chloe moving her foot inside the shoe, wiggling her toes aggressively, giving short stomps to ensure everything fit comfortably, before standing up and taking a few steps. "Ah, it's like walking on a cloud." Chloe sighed with a smile. "A squishy cloud, I mean. I can feel it between my toes." she corrected herself with a chuckle and looked at Lucy. "Hey, something wrong? You look a little pale?" Lucy blinked a few times, snapping back to reality. "Ah, no I'm just ... a little tired, I guess." she said, trying to sound as casual as she could, but all the while she glanced down at Chloe's shoe. When she had stood up, your entire body had immediately moulded to her sole. Your clay body supported her arch, hugged her heel and the side of her foot. Your face, meanwhile, was entirely committed to her toes - squished around and between each and every one of her digits. But even as your body had encased her foot on all sides, you were still very much beneath her sole as well, so as she took her first steps on you, you carried the full brunt of her sweaty foot walking on you. Each one made you painfully aware of Chloe's weight - she was a fit girl, but compared to your rather petite girlfriend, she was a significantly heavier burden to bear. Add that to the fact you were trapped inside her running shoe, forced to gasp for every slither of her foot stench that you could manage. Standing on you now, her toes absentmindedly dug into you, while you heard the muffled conversation happening beyond your sweaty prison. "Tired, huh? Nothing a nice little run can't fix, hm?" Chloe smiled, and Lucy forced her smile in return, watching her friend's foot as she turned around and took off in a light jog. "C'mon Lulu, we'll get you wide awake!" Chloe's toes mercilessly crushed your face, flattening whatever part of it happened to end up beneath them, forcing more of your clay skin into the sweaty spaces between her toes, all while the ball of her foot mashed your lungs into a useless clay mush. The lower part of your body was mostly spared during what you recognized as a light jog, though you struggled to find comfort in that while your face was being battered ceaselessly. Lucy caught up with Chloe, jogging alongside her in an attempt to stop herself from staring at her friend's shoe - and thinking about what was trapped inside. "Bit of a daydreamer today, huh?" Chloe noted. "Sorry, I'm-"

"It's fine, Lulu." Chloe interjected. "We'll go the long way round, so you'll have plenty of thinking time." she said and smiled sweetly. Lucy smiled back and came to a decision. You were where you wanted to be and her dear friend deserved more than her current distracted, scatter-brained self. "You sure you're up for the long round? Last time you sounded like a dying whale by the time we were done." Lucy laughed and Chloe narrowed her eyes with a smile. "Oh, I'll show you I'm up for it!" Foot sweat pooled in the indentations her toes left in your face, forcing you to swallow, to drink, to lick away at Chloe's toes while they squished and crushed you in return. The booming sound of each step, each impact her shoe made with the ground, forcing you up into her sole, drowned out your thoughts. Only between the steps, when her foot was flying through the air, could you hear the girls laughing. Lucy's laugh, as she joked with Chloe, who then crushed you beneath her foot, deafening you again to the outside world. Once more you were forgotten, reduced to something less than human. Just an object, an insole. Your entire existence was for the sole purpose of being stepped on by Chloe, walked on, run on. To cushion her foot, drink her sweat, lick her toes, without her even acknowledging you. It was a given. You were her insole, you did what you were meant to do. After all, if you didn't - what would happen to you? You wouldn't be worn anymore. She would pull you out of her shoe and toss you away like trash. A thing that was meant to exist beneath her foot, but couldn't even manage that. You would be impossibly useless. And so, as her foot crushed you again and again and again, as her sweat filled your mouth and the smell of her foot filled your lungs, before she crushed them too, you embraced your purpose. You welcomed her toes as they pushed into your face, licked them as they squeezed you beneath them, and when they lifted along with her foot, you pushed yourself up as best you could, trying to stay as close to her sole as you could, and delighted as you were inevitably flattened back into the insole of her shoe. Chloe nodded with her head toward an upcoming bench, and the girls slowed their pace, caught their breaths and sat down. "It's so hot." Chloe gasped, her voice a little uncontrolled as she tried to catch her breath again. "You're on pace to reprising your dying whale impression." Lucy said with a sly grin. She was out of breath too, but she could have kept going for another five minutes at least. Chloe sneered at her dear friend and sighed : "I've got some more curves to haul around, Lulu. Can't all be a princess incarnate." Lucy scoffed. "Excuses." and she got back up and waited for Chloe to follow suit. "Two more minutes." Lucy crossed her arms, about to tease her some more, but her gaze passed her shoes. Swallowing, she asked as calmly as she could : "How's the insole?" Chloe smiled. "Amazing. I thought it would get bunched up once I really started sweating, but it's like it's glued to my foot." Lucy swallowed harder. "That's ... good." Chloe shrugged. "It feels good, but the way it hugs my foot and gets between my toes probably makes the sweating worse. I'm not looking forward to taking my shoes off back home." Lucy swallowed even harder. "Back home?" Chloe looked at her. "Oh, I thought I could keep it?" Lucy's eyes widened for a moment, but she quickly played her panic off with a giggle. "No, I'm just letting you borrow it. I want it back after our run." Chloe narrowed her eyes with a sly smile. "After I sweated all over it?"
"I-it's an easy wash." Lucy explained right away, then cursed inside her head for stuttering. "Don't tell me you're doing this for your boyfriend." Chloe said, then began to laugh as Lucy grew red. "What, the little foot freak isn't satisfied with your feet alone?"
"That's ... not true." Lucy returned, though she sounded rather defeated. "Hey, I'm just joking." Chloe said worriedly and stood up. "I wasn't trying to talk bad about him." Lucy smiled and shook her head. "I know, it's just ... you're not entirely wrong." To that Chloe raised an eyebrow. "Really? So ... he likes my feet?" She looked down at her shoes, wiggled her toes inside of them, feeling the squishy insole in the left one. "He likes many feet, I think." Lucy said with a lowered voice. "Are you worried about something, Lulu?" Chloe asked, but didn't wait for an answer. "Because that's honestly silly. I may not know him very well, but I do know for a fact that he's hopelessly obsessed with you." Lucy couldn't help but smile. "Yeah ... I guess he is. And really I don't mind if he's not just attracted to my feet." Chloe had that sly smile again. "In that case, I should come over some time. Then he can show his appreciation for my feet in person." she laughed and squeezed the insole between her toes. "But for now I've got an insole in desperate need of more of my sweat. Let's pick up the pace, eh?" Lucy glanced at Chloe's shoe, smiled and nodded. "Oh, and do let me know what his reaction was like. I bet he thought I'd wear it with socks." she laughed and then took off running. Lucy wondered for a moment if this ended up being exactly what you wanted, or more than you bargained for. Inside Chloe's shoe you didn't have the answer either. Her running pace squished, crushed and squeezed so hard and so quickly, you couldn't breath as your lung was immediately flattened again, you couldn't cough as foot sweat kept filling your mouth, you couldn't even think as your head succumbed to the ceaseless battering of her toes. Now, Chloe didn't even give you the chance to resemble a human in any way, denying every basic need beneath her foot, crushing thought and sentience out of your head. You were just her insole.

You weren't fully conscious by the time the girls finished their run. Your body barely felt like your own with the way it was moulded to Chloe's foot. Your eyes, when you tried to open them, were forced close by the salty sting of her foot sweat which you were almost submerged in. You had to drink deep of her sweat, downing mouthfuls at a time just so you could then gasp for air, inhaling the stench of sweat and feet. Chloe walked on you, yet her crushing weight and battering toes barely registered in your awareness. Your thoughts were fuzzy and hard to make sense of, but one thought was clearer than the rest. You truly wondered if Chloe had managed to rob you of your humanity, if she had used you as her insole to the point that you'd become one. When she stopped and stood on you, her weight wasn't a burden. It felt natural. Pressed against her sole you felt better than when she lifted her foot. Above her foot, outside her shoe, Chloe had her face turned up at the sky, hands at her hips while she took long and deep breaths. Lucy was just as exhausted, bent over and supporting herself with her hands on her knees. "Told you," Chloe gasped, "I could do it." Lucy let out a strained laugh. "And I don't sound like a dying whale." Chloe added and smiled at Lucy, who responded: "I feel like one right now." she said and straightened up. "I need to sit down." They walked over to a nearby bench and slumped onto it. Chloe straightened her legs, propping her feet up on her heels. She felt you, squeezed you between her toes inside her left shoe, glanced at her right. "If only I had two." she sighed and looked at Lucy who had propped her feet up in a similar way. "Do you really want it back, still?" she asked, and for a moment Lucy didn't even know what her friend was referring to. "Huh? Oh, yeah. I do need it back." Chloe snorted with a smirk, wiggled her toes, savouring that feeling of your clay body hugging her foot which would soon be at an end. "Well, fair warning. My feet are swimming in sweat." she said and pulled her left foot closer and began to untie the shoelaces. While her foot was propped up you had been upright for the first time since you entered her shoe. Her sweat ran down your body, settling at your feet. At least until she moved her foot, returning you to the familiar position beneath her sole while her sweat flowed back over you, settling once more in the indentations her foot had stamped into you. "What's he gonna do with it?" Chloe asked as she untied the laces. Lucy watched her friend's fingers attentively. "Are you sure you want to know?" she asked, to which Chloe scoffed. "I've dated a few feet guys. One of them is the reason I stopped wearing socks." Lucy raised a curious brow. "Did he ask you to?" Chloe shook her head. "He constantly pestered me about my socks, always wanted them as soon as I got home. I swear, half the afternoon he'd have them stuffed in his mouth, sucking on them like a pacifier." she recalled with a hint of spite. "I got sick of it, so I thought I'd cut off the supply. Just stopped wearing them, so when he asked, I told him as much." Lucy gave a flustered laugh. "That worked?" Chloe now loosened her shoe, pulled her right foot close to pin the left one at the heel. "Kinda. It's a bit ironic now that I think about it," she slowly pulled her foot out of the shoe and Lucy's jaw dropped when she drops of sweat hit the ground. "Instead of my socks," Chloe continued and reached into her shoe, pinching you by your legs with two fingers, then slowly pulled you out. "He turned to my insoles." she finished and grimaced at the sweat drenched flap of clay which looked like a wet cast of her foot. Holding you at arms length she slowly moved you towards Lucy. Your girlfriend was both amazed and horrified upon taking you from her friend and looking at your body which had a perfect foot print stamped into it. She couldn't recognize your face, as caved in as it was by Chloe's toes, shaped into comfortable indents with thin mounds of your skin which had evidently been forced between her digits. "That was honestly worse, him going for my insoles," Chloe continued, "At least when he sucked on my socks in his mouth I didn't have to look at it. With my insoles I constantly saw him licking them, all over, though he really went for my toe prints. Honestly you could have thought I'd stepped in chocolate before wearing them, that's how hard he went for them." She looked at Lucy, then at you, her insole, and grinned. "Whatever he's gonna do with it, I hope he's thirsty."

Chloe eventually headed home, but Lucy still sat on the bench, holding you in her hands, looking at you. "She doesn't even know what she did to you." your girlfriend muttered. Your body was still largely shaped like Chloe's foot print, but your head had cleared thanks to the fresh air and the small amount your form had recovered now that you weren't actively being tread on. You noticed the way Lucy looked at you. It wasn't her usual worried look. She didn't look guilty either. "You're alright?" she asked and licked her lips. You managed to let her know that you were fine. "I'm not gonna lie," Lucy said after inhaling deeply, "I'm a bit confused, but ... I think ... this whole thing we just did ... it's ... kinda ... exciting?" She couldn't help but smile a little as she blushed. Your body recovered enough so you could speak well enough to be understood. "Yeah, I don't know, it's ... the fact that she just used you like that ... I kept staring at her shoe, thinking about you inside, under her foot. I was worried, especially when I saw she was going to wear you barefoot. But at some point ... it was exciting to imagine you in there." Her smile vanished as she blushed even harder. "Jeez, I'm being weird." she muttered, but you told her how much you could relate to her experience. "I mean ... no offense, babe, but you are weird." she said and tried not to smile. "My weirdo, though." She took another deep breath, and her cheeks refused to cease their blushing. "And maybe I'm your weirdo, too." 

You spent the time the both of you waited for your body to recover more by sharing your perspective of the afternoon, starting with you being stuck to Lucy's shoe sole. "Yeah I got carried away," she mumbled and covered her mouth with one head, "Sorry." You dismissed her apology and continued your retelling, though you began to omit certain things that you suspected might make her feel guilty for doing them to you. As such you didn't mention the pebbles stabbing you, the dirt choking you, or the nasty bathroom floor and the questionable liquids spilled across it. When you began to recall your time inside Chloe's shoe, Lucy listened more attentively. She did grimace at some of the things you said, particularly your description of the smell and your analogy for the amount of sweat you had been forced to drink. "And I thought my imagination was running wild when I pictured you inside her shoe, but ... I didn't even get close to what she put you through." At this point you admitted that the experience was beyond what you had initially wanted. You added that you probably wouldn't want to be worn by Chloe again, at least not in any of her closed footwear. "Well, you should have thought about that before you asked me to arrange this, you know? She couldn't stop gushing about you. If I never let her use you as an insole for her runs again, she'll hold that as a grudge against me." You were hesitant to do so, but you suggested telling Chloe the truth. "No." Lucy said immediately. "Absolutely not. She knows you're into feet already, which she teases me about all the time. If she finds out that she used my boyfriend as a literal insole ... babe, I'll never live that down." You calmed her by letting her know you would keep it a secret as best as you can. "Good." she glanced at her phone, checking the time. "About time we head back. Can you ..." she fell silent, touching you with her fingers and feeling the sweat you were still drenched in. "Jeez, you haven't dried at all." She looked around, searching for something to dry you off with. Again she spotted one of the restrooms, and stood up to go there. But she stopped, letting a cyclist pass while she quickly hid you behind her back as inconspicuously as she could. She became painfully aware of the many joggers and cyclist doing their rounds during the late afternoon. She also saw that the restroom wasn't nearly as empty as it had been earlier. You, in the meantime, were afforded the rare and unexpected opportunity to smell your girlfriends sweaty ass as she held you behind her back. While this normally didn't excite you much, in this moment you found it a little arousing. Suddenly you were removed from her backside as she sat back down and looked around. Without looking at you directly, she spoke with a low voice: "The restroom is being used, there's people everywhere. I don't know what to dry you off with and I really don't want to be seen carrying you around like this." Your mind immediately had an idea. Lucy listened and frowned at you. "Really? Your body just recovered!" she said in an agitated whisper. You remained resolute. "I mean," Lucy was conflicted, "It would draw the least amount of attention ... but," she blushed a little, "Babe ... it won't smell good ... and it's not gonna be dry."

While she wasn't wrong, you found it to be a welcome change compared to your time inside Chloe's sneaker. Lucy's socked foot walked on you, moulding you to her sole now, as she wore you as an insole inside her left running shoe. Despite the that fact that no one had taken any particular note of her inserting you into her shoe, before slipping her foot inside after you, Lucy was still incredibly self conscious, feeling as if the strangers she passed gave her weird looks, as if they could see inside her shoe at your clay body being mushed beneath her foot. She couldn't stop focusing on every other step, on every time she put her foot down on top of you, crushing you beneath her. Your re-telling of your experience in Chloe's shoe kept swirling in her head. She felt bad as her heel crushed your legs, as she felt your chest flatten under the ball of her foot, and when her toes then did the same with your face. Inside her shoe, however, you were relieved. Her foot pressed you into her insole, yet both it and her sock were soft layers with some give. Under her shoe sole you had neither, and in Chloe's shoe the insole was so heavily worn it acted more like a cast, while her bare foot acted as the stamp that shaped you into her footprint. Lucy was also considerably lighter and while your face was constantly covered by her sweaty sock, her longer slender toes created enough open space that you could breathe fairly easily, though you had to suck some of her foot sweat out of the sock first. The smell, while more intense than you were used to from Lucy's feet, was nowhere near the potency of Chloe's. In fact, this was the familiar scent of Lucy's feet you so thoroughly enjoyed whenever she used you as her footstool. It was more concentrated, but you were happy to fill your lungs with it. Lucy walked on you at a fairly brisk pace. Clearly she wanted to get home soon, and to release you from your role as her insole. But until then, neither of you had a choice. She had to wear you, you had to be worn. And as you were being worn by your girlfriend and the air slowly heated up around you, she began to sweat more. Her sock caught most of it, though that only meant that you had to actively suck the sweat out of her sock so could continue to breathe through it. Your mouth, wide open, was practically clued to the sock by this point. And as Lucy's foot continued to sweat, you noticed the rest of your body following suit. Your legs stuck to her heel whenever it rose as her toes squeezed down on your face. Then, as her foot swung forward and she subconsciously lifted her toes, you felt your face glued to the three digits it had been spread across. When her foot came down, you felt the entire back of your body slam into the insole, and after her weight had rolled across you, it lifted along with her foot. You realized, while Chloe had pretty much turned you into an actual insole, Lucy had now made you part of her sock. Her foot no longer shifted or twisted on top of you. Instead your body followed every little movement of her foot, contorting in whichever way her foot demanded. By the time she reached the apartment building and stepped inside, Lucy had also noticed something odd in her shoe. Instead of feeling some small mounds or lumps of your clay body flattening as she stepped on you, she now only felt you when she moved her foot inside her shoe, like a thick sock in addition to her actual sock, except it was just on her sole. She wasn't certain what had happened to you, but looking at the staircase before her she hoped that you were at least comfortable. To the extend that you could. Your head and chest flattened under her toes and the ball of her foot as her full weight bore down on you each time she placed the foot you were under on the next step of the staircase. You painfully counted the 56 steps, sucking her sweat, breathing in the air made up of the smell of her foot, as you felt your body sticking to her sock more and more. Finally she stopped, and while you were being stood on, unlocked the apartment door, entered, and closed it behind her. "There we are." she said, looked down at her shoe and wiggled her toes, which caused you to wiggle with them. "Home sweet home." she sighed and placed her right foot in front of the left. Her weight shifted onto her heel, crushing your legs as you felt the insole of her shoe pushing against the back of your head, sandwiching you between it and her socked toes. Pinning her right shoe down with the shoe you were inside of, she pulled her foot out of it and, while balancing on you, spread and wiggled her toes inside of her sweaty sock, feeling the air cool the damp cotton. With your face still being pushed into her toes you suddenly felt her entire weight bear down on you, though thankfully it only lasted a short few moments. Then the weight almost disappeared entirely. Lucy now brought her socked foot behind her left shoe and pinned the heel of it down with her toes, then slowly pulled her foot out of the shoe. You felt a cool breeze along the backside of your body as you were pulled along the insole of her shoe. Your legs were raised along with her foot, leaving you inverted as your vision was filled with sprinkles of light filtering through her sock, which you were positively glued to. Lucy arrived at the same conclusion when she pulled her foot out and found you stuck flat against her sock, your body just a thin layer hugging the curves of her foot. Fascinated she wiggled her toes and watched you spread-out head contort and stretch with the movement of her digits. "I was wondering why I could barely feel you." she commented with a giggle and curled her toes, watching your thin body fold to the wrinkles of her sole. Amused, she tried to the opposite, spreading and raising her toes as far as she could and was delighted by the way your body stretched just like her sock did. "This must be great yoga for you." she joked, but her laughter cut short when she briefly lost her balance. As a result you felt yourself descend rapidly, followed by your backside slamming onto the floor, with her foot crushing down on top of you. "Sorry!" Lucy whimpered, genuinely feeling bad for stomping you like that. You couldn't help but notice, however, that her foot did not leave the ground. You felt some slight movement and your face stretching ever so slightly with her toes. Lucy bit her lip as she felt you beneath her foot. "Babe ... would you be mad ... if I left you stuck to my sock for a little longer?" The very notion of it excited you. Yet you felt tired, too. It had been a rather exhausting day. You decided to ask her to remove you from her sock. But as Lucy continued to stand on you, you realized your situation. Your face was spread across the underside of her sock. You had no way of communicating with her. "I guess it's been a long day for you," you heard her say on top of you, "I probably shouldn't ask that from you ..." You noticed her toes moving. She was wiggling them. She was thinking. She was making a decision. "Though," she began in a sing song kind of way, "We could just say that I'd owe you another favour, eh?" Through the fibres of her sock the spaces between her toes you could just about make out your girlfriend smiling and biting her lip. "Come on, I'll make some dinner - you can help me with that - and then we can chill on the couch." You were given no opportunity to protest. Your girlfriend raised her foot with you stuck to the sole of her sock, kicked aside her shoes and walked on you into the kitchen. You did indeed help her with the dinner preparations by enduring her walking, standing and dancing on top of you, all while you watched her jovial face through her sock and her toes. And while she did prepare enough for both of you, she only took one plate with her into the living room, where she put her feet up on the coffee table, switched on the TV and ate while you were still stuck to her sock, breathing through the sweaty cotton and feeling your body stretch and wrinkle as she idly moved her feet. You watched through the sock and her toes, how your girlfriend, once again, became increasingly absorbed by what she was doing, and in turn, forgot all about you.

So far everything had worked as planned. Your body was evenly spread out. Though you couldn't exactly look at yourself, you felt more like a doormat than a human, so you should hopefully pass as one. Rolled up, Lucy held you close to her body and hid you from the other girls in the changing room as she headed into the bathroom and gently closed the door most of the way. After checking that no one was there, and none of the girls were watching, she crouched down in front of the sink and unrolled you on the tiled floor. Facing up this time, you saw her biting her lip and smiling. "Have fun." she whispered and quickly left the bathroom, leaving the door wide open. Now you lay there, on the cold bathroom floor, staring up at the ceiling, seeing the sink in your field of vision. You couldn't do much else but listen to the girls chatting, laughing, psyching themselves up as they prepared for the real workout to start. "I'll do abs today." you heard the younger voice of Mia, and you were fairly sure that it was getting louder. The automatic light confirmed your suspicion, and soon the black haired girl entered your field of vision, wearing a black sports top and pink leggings. Wondering what she wore on her feet, you got your answer when, without even glancing down at you, she stepped on you with her black socks, left foot across your face, sinking into your clay skin as her right foot came down dangerously close to your crotch. You felt the damp cotton across your face and assumed that she had worn these socks to the gym, sweating in them on the way. The foot on your face lifted at the heel as she shifted her weight onto the other one. Staring up at her heel you saw Mia standing on you, doing something to her face while she looked in the mirror. All you saw from your perspective was her ponytail, her butt, legs and of course the heel of her foot looming above you. "If you're doing abs, I can spot you." You heard Chloe's voice coming from the entrance of the bathroom. You noticed that her steps hadn't been accompanied by the sticky sounds of bare feet. Was she wearing socks? Chloe? Mia, still standing on you, glanced at Chloe and nodded. Suddenly Chloe gasped and said: "No way, they have one those here?" You saw Mia's heel drop, yet it felt like it had come back down on your face instantly. It lifted right after, along with the rest of her foot, moving towards your right side. Turning towards Chloe, but also looking down at you with a somewhat confused face, Mia stepped onto the right side of your face with her toes and the ball of her foot, while her heel dug into your shoulder. "Huh ... didn't even notice that." she noted, but quickly shifted her attention back to what she was doing. Feeling her other foot lift, her weight sunk into your body as you watched her other foot pass over you. Stepping onto the tiled floor she walked off you and passed Chloe, who you saw from the edge of your vision. Wearing a loose white shirt and sports shorts, she seemed to be leaning down, doing something to one of her legs which she had crossed over the other while balancing on it. When she stood up straight, you saw her smile and noticed two pink socks in her hand. Then, as she approached, you heard what was missing earlier - the sticky sound of bare feet. Biting her lip, the already wet sole of her left bare foot briefly filled your vision before coming down between your eyes, with your forehead hugging her arch, while the ball of her foot flattened your nose, mouth, chin and throat, and her toes dug into your sternum. Halfway through taking that step on you, Chloe twisted her mouth while most of her weight rested on the front of her foot. "Too thin." she muttered and you watched her other, equally sweaty foot pass over you, coming down on the left side of your waist and her toes digging into your left arm. Notably, you only felt the ball and toes of that foot, and as her left foot detached from your face with a wet sticky sound, you felt the ball and toes of that foot just above her right foot, sinking into the left side of your chest, with her toes digging into your left shoulder. Standing tip-toed on top of you, you looked up her legs, which, compared to both Mia's and Lucy's, were noticeably thicker. Glimpsing into her shorts you saw a hint of her generous butt cheek, and grew more conscious of the weight crushing the left side of your body. While you couldn't tell what she was doing exactly, it seemed not to demand her full attention, as she purposefully bounced on her toes, forcing as much of your clay skin between her digits as she could. It was quite clear that she had expected a repeat of her experience with you as her insole , even if she didn't know that you were in fact the very same "thing" she had tortured in her running shoe. She also tried twisting her feet, grinding you beneath her, but when that too didn't satisfy her, she dropped her heels down, the left on your chest and the right - to your dismay - on your crotch. And then she stood on you, crushing your chest and your balls under her steady weight, as you ceased to be something that interested her, and instead simply became her bathroom rug. Indeed, focused on what she was doing, she covered you in more of her foot prints, which began to overlap beneath her small steps, several of which made her right heel flatten your balls beneath her heel. This resulted in your private area moulding to her heel, ensuring she crushed your manhood more consistently. When she was finally finished up and stopped leaning towards the sink, you realized that - until that point - you had not yet felt her entire weight on your balls. Unaware of your agony beneath her feet, in fact without even sparing you another glance, you felt her heel release your balls as her right foot lifted from your body, only for that notorious heel to come down on the right side of your face, the sweat on its sole squeezing through your shut eye as Chloe stepped off of you. Slowly opening the eye again you caught your breath. You felt like you were sweating. Then again, it might have just been the sweat Chloe had left on you in her foot prints. You were honestly impressed. Without ever intending to, Chloe always managed to treat you the harshest. At least that's what you thought. An unknown voice, speaking at a low volume, approached the bathroom. The woman seemed to be in a conversation, but you never heard a response. As she entered the bathroom you spotted the tall, red haired stranger, dressed in much the same workout clothes as the other girls, with her phone held at her ear, as her eyes locked with the mirror and she quickly approached. Neglecting to listen for the sounds of barefoot or socked steps, you were caught off-guard by the sole her running shoe filling your vision, then crushing nearly your entire face as you felt her weight rolling across you, finishing with her foot twisting, her treads forcing your skin to contort with the rotation of her foot as you felt her other shoe crush your abdomen and parts of both of your arms. You weren't sure if you had ever been stepped on by such big feet. The stranger, casually talking on the phone while she stood on you, weighed noticeably more than even Chloe. Indeed, remembering the brief glimpse you had caught prior your introduction to the bottom of her shoe, the woman was tall and a little chubby. Well, you were at a gym, after all. The woman moved her weight onto the foot covering your face, before her right foot lifted and moved to a new spot. As the pressure on your face lessened, you felt the urge to scream. And almost as if she invited you to, the shoe on your face tilted sideways, relieving almost all pressure from your face, which in turn, moved entirely onto your private area beneath her right foot. You felt your balls being crushed by her treads and forced between them. All the while you could look up from beneath the sole of her left shoe, catching glimpses of hip, arm and red hair of the stranger that was currently cleaning between the treads of her shoes with your balls. The torture felt like it lasted forever, but in fact she had only spoken two sentences and waited for the response, before her feet moved, burying your face first of all, then swiftly twisting 45 degrees, her toes pointing toward the entrance of the bathroom as her right foot swung past your head and the tall stranger stepped off of you. Feeling the treads of her shoe still stamped into your private area, you blinked the pain induced tears from your eyes and thanked the higher powers that you couldn't actually be injured in this form. Much sooner than you would have wanted, footsteps reached your ears, along with Lucy's and Mia's voice engaged in conversation. Your fear subsided, as you looked forward to seeing the underside of their socks again. As the two entered the bathroom, Lucy snuck a quick smile at you, which you attempted to return, until Mia's shoe sole came down on you. Her heel on your right eye and your nose, mouth and chin under the front half of her shoe, Mia stopped on top of you. "Absolutely, just call me anytime." Mia finished the conversation, then turned on her left foot and indicated to Lucy that she was here for the toilet. Ground beneath her twisting foot, you were amazed your eye still worked after being stamped and contorted by two different tread profiles. Lucy stepped back to let Mia pass by, then smiled down at you, before she too decided it was your time under her running shoes. Standing on your chest and face, she slightly lifted the heel of her left foot, allowing at least your right eye to stare up at the shoe sole of your girlfriend. It wasn't enough so you could glimpse past her sole, though, so you had to blindly endure her standing on you. Her heel came back down after a while, and when her weight shifted onto that foot, you began to suspect collusion among the girls, as even your girlfriend moved her right foot off your chest and onto your private area. At this point her comparatively light weight didn't cause you much pain. It actually reminded you of the few sessions at home where your manhood had been introduced to many of Lucy's shoes - including her stiletto heels. Your ever caring girlfriend was unsurprisingly hesitant to kick or step on your private area. All the more ironic was the now relentless indifference with which she flattened your balls beneath her. Finishing up, she stepped off your face and balls, smiled at you, then walked off of you and out of the bathroom. Shortly after you heard the flush of a toilet, followed by stall door opening and slamming shut, then Mia's steps towards you. Again you only caught a brief glimpse of her before her shoes stamped their tread profile into you. Her left foot on your face, you unfortunately couldn't ignore the smelly wetness on the sole of her shoe. You wondered if every publicly accessible bathroom had questionable liquids spilled onto the floor. You continued to refer to it as questionable, yet the stuff Mia was pressing into your face was rather unmistakably urine. On her way out, she also somehow managed to step on you three more times with her wet shoe soles. After she left, you noticed the noise had died down in the changing room. Soon after music began to play somewhere in a different room. Apparently the workout had commenced. Yet shortly after you heard several voices, none of which you recognized, fill the changing room. While all of them were certainly female, the other commonality you noticed was a general agitation. These women were exhausted. Picking up scraps of conversation you heard mention of "our group" and "that group" and "around this time". You concluded that the group that had been working out prior to Lucy and her friends, had now finished and made room for them. You had a suspicion of what that meant for you. And you weren't wrong. The women, of varying age ranging roughly from 19 to 32 had need of the bathroom before they would change. Their faces passed quickly, none sticking in your memories, as they stepped on you with their shoes, soles covered in gym floor grime, standing on your face, flattening your arms and upper body, crushing your balls and legs as they stepped up to the sink two, sometimes three at a time to refresh themselves with water in their faces. They trampled you without regard, without notice, coming and going so quickly you never got to see these girls, only ever catching glimpses of their shoe soles as they stepped on or off your face. Your skin was stamped by their treads, twisted and contorted by their careless swivelling and spinning. But eventually the stampede died down. Yet more was to come. As they began to change out of their workout clothes, every now and again one of them would enter the bathroom, heading for the toilets, the sink or the shower. Almost all of them stepped on you with at least one foot, most walked all over you, some stood on you. Instead of their shoe soles, you were now assaulted by their sweaty socks and bare feet, stepping on you still without a care, even after noticing the odd sensation of clay body beneath their bare feet and through their sweat drenched socks. Even now you could barely make out their faces between your eyes being crushed beneath their bare and socked toes and heels, as their foot sweat blurred your vision, stinging your eyes as you tried to blink it away, only for the next girl to walk over you and add her sweat to the pool. You were walked on, stood on, your flattened face covered in countless footprints, your body almost flush with the tiles, your manhood at the mercy of these strangers feet - merciless feet, as it turned out. As you were used as their bathroom rug, you began to recognize girls by the soles of their feet and the colour of their socks as they walked over you, by the taste of their sweat and the smell of their feet and socks when they stood on you. Beyond that you made out one girl as a blonde, when you managed a blurry glimpse up from between her sweaty toes while she stood on your face. Another girl you remembered because she came out of the shower and upon stepping on you with her warm, clean feet, let out a disgusted "ew" - likely due to the sweat you were covered in, and futilely tried to clean her foot of it by wiping it on you. "Ugh, disgusting." she added and continued on her way, carelessly stepping on you as she did. And a few girls you remembered not individually, but rather because of what they all did. Much like Mia, upon concluding their business in the toilet stalls, walked over to and stood on you to wash their hands, stepping on your face with their bare feet and socks covered in, to you, noticeable traces of urine. You were rather relieved when you understood from their conversation, that this group was about to leave, though of course that didn't stop a few more of them to quickly seek out the bathroom one last time, introducing you to the street dirt covered soles of their sneakers, flats, sandals and flip flops - some of them after they had used the toilets. When they were finally gone, you were left with numerous overlapping footprints made from sneakers, flats, sandals, flip flops, running shoes, socked and of course bare feet. Your face was practically submerged in foot sweat and urine, both of which you now forced yourself to swallow to make breathing easier. But just as you had drank all you could and taken a few deep breaths, you heard footsteps approach the bathroom. You recognized the tall red haired girl from earlier, and shortly before she stepped on you, her eyes noticed you, her face showing some disgust. She crouched down and began to peel you off the tiled floor. You began to worry. Did she know? And if so, what was she going to do? The redhead held hear breath as she lifted you from the floor, then flipped you over and slapped you back onto the floor. Face down in the liquids you were covered in, you had no way of breathing or making a sound. So you could do nothing when you felt the stranger step onto your back, her treads digging into your smooth backside, as her other foot pressed down on the back of your head, the treads pushing down your clay skin, forcing your face down against the floor, into the liquids. This woman you had never met stood on you, forcing you into the sweat of the feet of the girls you had never met had left behind on you, forcing you to drink deep as your body commanded you to gasp for breathe, even though you didn't actually need it. Her large soles covered your body so easily, she soon moved her feet and ended up crushing your balls through your butt with her immense weight. You were afforded some relief when she stepped off of you, but she soon returned, walking all over you with her sweaty socks, each step making you feel the heat from her feet radiate through the drenched cotton. She stood on you, her large soles covering you in her sweat, as she wiggled her toes and eventually decided to take off her socks, dropping them on your back and stepping on them too with her bare feet, sweat oozing both from the drenched cotton and her large bare soles. And while her foot sweat spread onto your back, your face was still submerged, still you were gulping down sweat and urine, as she crushed you beneath her, aware of you this time and, in her mind, using you as intended. You didn't really notice when she left. Swallowing, gasping for air you lay splattered onto the bathroom floor, with the large footprints of the redheads bare feet all over you. 

You lay limp, your body exhausted from succumbing to its reflexes - coughing, reeling and spitting out the liquids you were submerged in, only for them to fill your lungs again. You barely registered the footsteps until they stopped next to you. “Jeez, they did a number on you.” Lucy’s voice pulled you from your limbo and you felt her fingers peeling you off the floor, lifting you out of the liquids and flipping you over. The fluorescent ceiling lights blinded you for a moment. “Ugh, you’re all wet.” Lucy noticed, then recoiled when the smell hit her nostrils. “Wait, that smells like … oh god, are you okay?!” You felt her shaking you, trying to get a response from you. Though it was hard, you managed to make a noise, trying to show her you were fine, if rather dazed. She sighed in relief. “Sorry, I know nothing can happen to you like this … but it’s hard not to worry when you look … like this.” You felt her standing up and approaching the sink, grabbing paper towels and bunching them up before using them to absorb most of the liquids you were covered in. You simply hung loose, enjoying the gentle manner in which your girlfriend cleaned you up.

When you were dried off Lucy carried you into the changing room and sat down by her bag. “I hope I didn’t go to far again … I really didn’t watch my feet when I stepped on you with my shoes earlier.” she said quietly, so that the girls in the other room wouldn’t hear. You smiled at that, remembering the countless shoes you had been stampeded beneath. Lucy’s trampling was a faint memory in comparison. You did tell her about the other group that also happened to use you as a bathroom rug. “Wait, really?! Oh … I even saw them leave when we came to use the equipment, but … shit, I should have realized they’d use you, too. I’m so sorry, babe.” Your body had recovered enough that you could shake your head and tell her that it was just unexpected, but you had your fun. “Still, it wasn’t part of the plan.” Lucy insisted. “And your safety is my responsibility. I mean … I don’t want to think about what they could have done to you.” You assured her that it wasn’t her fault and that you were fine. She didn’t fully believe you. “Well, alright.” she said finally. “But we’re not gonna do the rest of the plan. You need to rest.” Part of you wanted to protest, the part that enjoyed every second you had spent beneath the girls’ careless feet and shoes, relishing the feeling of insignificance they gave you with their indifferent footsteps, crushing your face, your body, your balls, feeling a strange arousal at having to drink their foot sweat and the urine from their soles. The other part, however, felt the exhaustion all throughout your body and took Lucy’s words as the voice of reason. So, knowing she was right, and lacking the strength to argue with her, you agreed with your girlfriend. She smiled faintly. “Good, you can wait in my bag until we’re done. It shouldn’t be much longer, I promise.” Lucy then lowered you into her bag which was empty except for you. She looked at you in there, thinking. “I’m a little worried someone might spot you in there.” she thought for a moment, then leaned down, doing something at her feet, lifting one leg, reaching down, and after a short while she lowered her sweaty black sock into the bag with you. “You can hide in there.” she said and smirked. “Sorry for the smell … though I doubt you mind.” Slipping her bare foot back into her running shoe she stood up, smiled at you once more and then left the room. Left with her worn workout sock in her bag, you shrank yourself down far enough that you could fit into her sock fairly easily. After all you had smelled and drunk today, feeling the damp warmth and inhaling the smell of Lucy’s foot and sweat felt like breathing in crisp fresh mountain air by comparison.

For a good while you did as Lucy had asked of you, resting inside her sock, your nose buried in the damp cotton, your tongue lazily licking her sweat out of it. But as time went on, as your lungs filled with Lucy’s foot smell over and over and you tasted her foot sweat on your tongue, you began to recall the rest of the plan you and Lucy had made for the day. Increasingly you felt the temptation to go through with it after all. You imagined what it would be like, and those thoughts wouldn’t leave your mind. So eventually you emerged from her sock and grew to a size that allowed you to climb out of her bag. Dropping onto the bench you took a moment to take in your surroundings, the gym bags, street clothes and shoes scattered around the room. On the floor below you saw the shoes of the various girls - Lucy’s and Chloe’s flip flops, Mia’s flat thong sandals and Elena’s well worn Converse sneakers. You were impressed, but not surprised that Elena was wearing them even during the current heatwave. Indeed, you suspected that the one distinct and overpowering scent you picked up between the general air of sweat was likely emanating from Elena’s shoes. You couldn’t imagine how hard it would be to breathe inside of them. Though since you had never seen Elena’s feet - due to her always wearing shoes or at least socks, as she was insecure about her feet - you weren’t all that interested. Looking down to the floor, you considered the distance you would have to drop. Since you didn’t want to waste time being a mushed lump of clay stuck to the floor, you decided to find something safer to drop onto. Luckily, Lucy’s flip flops seemed an easy target to land on. Indeed, landing on the soft insole of her left flip flop you only felt some slight mushing happening in your legs, crippling you for what you suspected to be just a short while. You spent that time on Lucy’s flip flop licking away at her insole, tasting some traces of sweat her bare foot had left behind. As you regained your mobility, and still tasting the sweat on your tongue, you found yourself looking at the shoes of the other girls. Chloe’s white flip flops were the closest, not to mention the most likely to have sweaty insoles. As you stepped onto her right flip flop, you took a moment to admire the indentations her foot had walked into the white insole, darkening the colour slightly in the process. You dropped to your knees in the indent of the ball of her foot, burying your face into the sweaty foam, then you began to lick vigorously, tasting the familiar sweat from Chloe’s foot as it coated your tongue and slid down your throat. You lay down on the insole, pressing your face against the foam, imagining - to your surprise - what it would be like to be worn by Chloe again, her merciless bare sole pressing down on you, squishing you beneath her, forcing you into the foam of her sweaty flip flop. Still fantasizing you got back onto your knees and crawled over to the thong, licking away at it, tasting her sweat and toe jam residue. Then, as you looked around, you remembered what you had originally set out for. So you got up and made your way towards the other room, in which the girls were working out. Though, on your way, you couldn’t stop yourself from quickly visiting Mia’s sandals, tasting each of her toeprints and giving her thongs the same treatment you had given Chloe’s. Even as you passed Elena’s Converse, you found yourself drawn to the two circular holes in the sides of the shoes, sticking your nose into them and taking deep breaths, each of which resulted in violent coughing as your lungs processed the absolute concentrated intensity of the air inside her shoes. Never before had you smelled such an intense foot stench. You found yourself both put off, but also aroused by it. You pictured Elena wearing these shoes, and without thinking much about it, you slid your head under the lifted front of her shoe sole, staring at the dusty tread, then licking it, licking the sole of Elena’s shoe. Then you heard footsteps. Scrambling you struggled to get out from beneath the shoe, as the footsteps grew louder. Trying to get to your feet, you stumbled, losing your footing and falling back to the ground face down. When you pushed yourself up, you heard the footsteps closer than the should be, and from the corner of your eye you saw a black shadow approaching you. Flipping onto your back you stared up at Mia, her eyes focused on something far above and beyond you, as the black and white sole of her running shoe slammed into you and flattened you beneath it. You immediately regretted that you hadn’t grown yourself bigger again, as you found yourself entirely covered by her sole, and as she took the step on you, you felt your clay body once again filling out the ridges between her treads, and you got a first hand taste of all the dust and grime she had walked through. When she then took the next step, you surmised that fate had acted, as you found yourself firmly stuck to the bottom of Mia’s shoe, with no choice but to endure every step she took on you thereafter. Mia, meanwhile, grabbed her water bottle from her bag, spun around and headed back into the equipment room. You noticed the ridges between her treads weren’t as deep as Lucy’s had been, so much of your skin which couldn’t fit into them, was instead flattened under her treads with each step she took on you, the dust on them forced into your mouth which was spread beneath them. Mia was a lightweight girl like Lucy, but taller and had larger feet. This combined with her unawareness of you being stuck to her shoe sole made for higher and more careless pressure than Lucy had managed to put on you beneath her shoes. “I thought for a second you were done already.” You heard Elena’s lively voice, along with what you assumed were her running footsteps and a loud continuous noise, which you surmised must have been a treadmill. “Just got my water bottle.” Mia returned, then you felt yourself being lifted through the air, before coming down on a new surface. Her weight bore down on you as her other foot stepped onto the surface as well. It was more forgiving than the ground had been, but at the same time it wasn’t as smooth, it was a little bit rough. You began to realize that fate had indeed acted, as Mia had now unintentionally ensured yours and Lucy’s plan would come to fruition after all. Indeed, as Mia walked along the treadmill, stepping up to the display, you heard the motor coming to life, and the surface of the running platform pulling on your back, moving you along with Mia’s foot on top of you for a while, before Mia lifted her foot, taking a step with you under her sole. Her steps came increasingly quicker as the speed of treadmill wound up. As it did, you found yourself slammed into the running platform harder and harder, your back sticking to the surface more and more as Mia ran on you. Soon you felt your skin detaching from her treads slightly as her foot lifted, before being flattened under her thunderous stomp again. More and more of your body began to peel from her sole, sticking more to the surface of the running belt than her shoe sole. Eventually it happened - your lower body stuck firmly to the running belt, as her foot lifted heel first and light poured into your eyes as your face was pulled out from the between her treads, her shoe swiftly vanished from sight, while the world seemed to pass over you. Your body bent backwards, you saw a glimpse of the room, of the girls working out at various machines, before you were pulled into darkness through the inside of the treadmill, your ears filled with the sound of the motor, before you felt your lower body bend again. Shortly after light blinded you and your eyes only adjusted in time for you to recognize the sole of Mia’s running shoe just before it slammed into you, forcing your skin into the ridges between her treads again, until her foot lifted and your skin was pulled back out. This cycle repeated, as you were pulled along by the treadmill, forced beneath Mia’s sole over and over and over again, leaving dust and grime from the rest of running belt stamped into your body until you eventually stopped sticking to her soles at all, becoming even less distinct from the rest of the running belt, becoming just part of the treadmill that Mia was running on. Sometimes you would get a glimpse of her face, so far above you, not even aware of your existence, before she buried you under her shoe, plunging you briefly into darkness beneath her sole, then left you behind with the rest of the belt, as you were pulled into the machine, hearing her footsteps above you, until you were eventually pulled beneath her shoe again. Mia kept running on you, flattening you, covering you in dirt and grime without any notice or care, forcing you to be the ground she ran on without even knowing. Eventually she slowed the pace again, taking less explosive, but longer steps on you, until she stopped the machine, standing on you. You felt her heel lift, then her foot twist, grinding you under her sole. At this point you were so flush with the running belt that her treads failed to catch any of your skin between them. She kept grinding her shoe on you, then scraped it across you, then stepped next to you as you saw her looking down at you with her brows furrowed. “Something wrong?” You heard Elena ask. Mia twisted her mouth. “Something stuck to the treadmill. I think it might be gum? But a lot of it.” she said and pointed you out to Elena who promptly stepped onto the treadmill and squished you a few times. “I think that’s just a patched hole or something.” she concluded, but Mia wasn’t convinced. “I’ve never seen that before, though.”

“What else could it be?” Mia shrugged and Elena sighed. “Ugh, then let’s swap if it bothers you.” With no regards to your disbelief, you indeed found yourself beneath the red and black sole of Elena’s running shoe, a shorter and curvier girl the same height as Lucy. Her sole was grimier than Mia’s had been, so as she ran on you, she contributed greatly not only to your continued objectification, but your camouflage as you became harder and harder to tell apart from the running belt. Indeed, you felt even more like an object, like part of the treadmill, since Elena was aware of you stuck to the running belt beneath her feet, but had simply decided that you were part of it, your only purpose to be run on by her, to be a surface for her to step on. And she used you relentlessly, running on the toes and balls of her feet, battering you with the front half of her shoe sole for about twenty minutes.

After those twenty minutes, you were covered in grime and Elena’s sweat which had dripped down from her body, and you tasted it as she stood on you, talking to Mia, comparing their results. “I think my stamina is improving.” you heard Elena say cheerfully. “Definitely, you’re in much better shape than last time.” Elena giggled and ground you beneath her foot. “True, that was horrible. But I’m glad I pushed through.”

“Way to go, Ellie.” You heard Chloe’s voice. “It’s about time we called it a day, though.” Elena sighed in relief. “Yeah, I’m beat.” And with that her foot stepped off you, yet instead of seeing the girls above you, her impressive backside filled your vision and came down on you. “I need to get out of these shoes.” Elena said and untied her shoes, while you found yourself beneath her sweaty ass, your face forced into her damp leggings between her cheeks. “Jesus, at least warn us!” laughed Chloe and took a step back from Elena as she pulled her socked feet out of her shoes. “Hey, better here than in the changing room.” Elena returned, but Mia chuckled: “We’re gonna have to smell that in there, too, unless you plan to change here.”

“Ugh, it’s not my fault!” Elena protested, but as you inhaled the musk of her sweaty ass, you found it hard to agree. “Well, girls, time to go.” Chloe announced, at which point you were released from your prison beneath Elena’s butt, as you watched her stand up, carrying one shoe in each hand, and walk out of your field of vision, along with Chloe and Mia. You listened to their voices growing fainter as they went into the changing room. And still you were stuck to the running belt of the treadmill, your body covered in grime and countless overlapping footprints of Mia’s and Elena’s running shoes. You heard the girls chatting, the faint rushing of water in the showers, the toilets being flushed, before silence set in. Nothing but silence.

You couldn’t tell how much time had passed when you heard footsteps again. “Babe?” you heard a faint whisper, but you recognized it clearly as your very worried girlfriend. “Come on, don’t do this. Where are you?” You squirmed, trying to move any part of your body, anything at all, but you were stuck fast to the running belt. “Babe?” Lucy kept asking, looking around as she slowly walked between the various pieces of equipment. You heard her sighing, growing louder over time as she became more and more worried. “Please, where are you?” you heard her ask in a whimper as she walked by the treadmills. Her eyes met you for a moment, but moved past you, failing to recognize you. You tried calling out, but your body failed you. Still, Lucy stopped, looking back at the treadmill, at you. Her eyes, close to tears, widened as she recognized you. “Babe!” she called out and quickly covered her mouth, looking around briefly before swiftly kneeling down. “God, I was so worried! Why are you here?! I told you to stay in my bag!” Using her nails she slowly peeled you from the running belt, then, disregarding the grime you were covered in, she pressed you to her chest and took a deep breath of relief.

After rinsing you under the sink she had stuck you between her breasts, which surprised you. You had never told her that you wanted to be there. And you realized that she wasn’t doing it for your sake. “I know this was the plan,” she said quietly as she left the gym with you between her boobs. “But do you have any idea how scared I was when you were suddenly not in my bag?” Since your mind had cleared from the battering of the running shoes, you know very clearly felt very guilty. Both for going against what Lucy had told you to do, but even more so for making her worry as a result. “My mind was going crazy. Like - did someone find you, even inside my sock? Did some pervert sneak in and steal it with you in it? Or did you get out of my bag? And then where could you have gone? Were you stuck to any of the girl’s shoes? Did you sneak into Elena’s shoes? Into Chloe’s socks? I had no idea where to even start. I couldn’t stop any of the girls from leaving - I mean what reason could I have given them to let me see their shoe soles, or to take them off? What would Chloe have thought if I had asked if I could see her socks?” You didn’t reply to any of her questions, as you knew she was getting her frustration out on you, and you knew you deserved every second of it. “Awkwardness aside - I was mostly worried you would be somewhere I couldn’t find you. If someone had come in and stepped on you, and you were stuck to their shoe, going who-knows-where, how would I ever find you?” You saw her eyes tearing up again and she took a moment to sit down on a nearby bench. “I know you didn’t do this to make me worry, but I was really fucking worried, babe.” You spoke up, admitting your fault, apologizing and telling her she had every right to be mad. “I’m not mad, you idiot.” she whispered angrily while glaring at you. “Well, maybe a little. But please don’t ever do that again. I only found you because I remembered our original plan - me putting you on a treadmill and then getting some of the girls to run on you. Guess you managed to do that on your own, but I wish you would have come to me first, at least to let me know what you were up to.” You briefly explained what had happened, how you were stepped on by Mia before you could even reach the workout room. “A twist of fate, huh?” Lucy raised a brow at you. “I don’t think I would believe that story from anyone other than you.” You pointed out that it didn’t matter either way, you did end up making her worry and you were sorry for doing so. Lucy took another deep breath, closing her eyes briefly. “You better be.” she said, then smirked at you. “And I expect you take care of my shoes, my socks and my feet when we get back. I want the soles clean, and since I gave you one of my socks, you'll lick the insole of the the one I had to wear barefoot. I also want the sweat sucked from my socks and my feet licked and massaged. Am I clear?” You nodded with a bright grin. Lucy opened her bag, took out from between her breasts and stuffed you inside one of her workout socks, then stuffed that one inside the other. “Go ahead and get started.” she said and closed bag, then shouldered it and continued on her way home, while you vigorously inhaled the smell of her feet and sucked the sweat from her socks.

You awoke to the buzzing of your phone, which at first you simply ignored, but after a short while it buzzed again, then again. Irritation got the better of you and so you decided to check. Upon seeing the numerous message notifications from your girlfriend, you were glad you did check. You sat up in bed, squinting against the morning sun shining in through the window of the bedroom, felt the slight breeze of wind blowing through the room, cooling your nude body. Looking down at your phone you opened the messenger app and began to read Lucy’s string of messages.

“Babe, problem. :(”

Not a good start. Lucy had gone on a trip out of town with her friends. You worried what sort of problem a group of girls might have run into.

“Chloe’s been hounding me about letting her borrow that “insole” again.”

There was relief upon reading that, though it wasn’t much.

“U need to understand, it’s been going on for daysssss!”

“She’s obsessed!”

For a moment you reflected on that. Surely some guys wouldn’t mind having a girl be that obsessed with them. Your situation, of course, was a little more complicated, though.

“So”

“u know I love u”

“and we said we wouldn’t do this type of thing without asking each other first”

“but she just broke me down”

“so, pls don’t get mad! ;-;”

“I”

“may have”

“agreed to let her borrow you for a day”

You blinked several times. Each time you fully expected the message to say something different. Something more sane. It didn’t.

“But she swore!!! up and down her ancestry that it would be last time!”

“I’m so so so so sorry babe :(((“

There were more messages, but you needed a minute to rub your face as you processed what was going to happen to you in the near future.

“We’re on our way back btw”

“Will be there soon”

“pls be ready”

Two things dominated your mind in that moment. The first was the realisation that the “day” you would be borrowed was today. The second was the dread you felt when you heard keys being inserted into the apartment door, and you then saw that her last message was from an hour ago. You flung your phone onto your bed and took a deep breath. Shortly after Lucy burst into the bedroom and grew pale when she saw you. “Babe, you’re not even dressed!” she whispered and gestured wildly. “Chloe’s waiting at the door!” You slowly turned and looked at your girlfriend with narrowed eyes. Her face changed from stressed to guilty. “I know, I’m sorry, I fucked up.” she whispered loudly with her eyes glistening. “Chloe just started asking too many questions, and in front of the others, too. I couldn’t keep saying “no” without seeming weird, I” she stopped and looked at your face, “I know - it’s stupid. Really stupid. But Chloe doesn’t know what she’s asking, it’s just a thing to her.”

“You alright, Lulu?” Chloe called from the door, to which Lucy responded, “Yeah, just need to find it.” and she clasped her hands together. “Please do this just one last time. The absolute last time - I swear! I’ll owe you the biggest favour in the world if you do.” You got up from the bed and walked around it towards Lucy, only smiling when she looked up at you from beneath her eyelashes. You told her you wouldn’t give in to extortion anymore, but admitted that you can’t say no to her most of the time anyways, especially not when she was as adorable as she was right now. Lucy smiled and blushed, then glanced down your body. “You should put on some clothes.” she whispered, then suddenly her eyes widened when you both heard footsteps approaching the bedroom door. “Did you lose it?” Chloe asked as she stepped into the doorway, causing Lucy to freeze up. “Lulu?” Lucy turned around, holding your nude shrunken self in her hands. You had reacted quickly, shrinking yourself on the spot just in time for Lucy to snatch you up as Chloe appeared. “No, I found it just now.” she said as calmly as she could. Chloe furrowed her brows at you, then walked up to Lucy and took you from her. Holding you with one hand she narrowed her eyes on you. Both you and Lucy were painfully aware that you looked nothing like an insole. “Lulu,” Chloe began and looked at Lucy. “You’re being weird about these things. This one looks completely different from the one I had the other day. If you have multiple of them, why is it such a big deal if I borrow one?” You both felt some relief realising that Chloe remained oblivious to your true nature. “I don’t like lending things in general. And you sweat so much it’s ... not hygienic.” Chloe chuckled. “Well, then I appreciate you making an exception for me. I’ll try not to sweat on this one so much.” And with that Chloe left the bedroom and walked out of the apartment, closing the door behind her. In the staircase she slipped off her right flip flop and picked it up. Holding you next to it she furrowed her brows realising you were too big to fit onto her insole. You felt her fingers grab both of your legs and bend them at the midpoint of your thighs, folding them underneath your body and against your back. Comparing you to the flip flop she seemed satisfied and crouched down. You felt yourself being placed onto the slightly damp foam insole of her flip flop, with the thong against the side of your neck, your head somewhere in the toe area and your body taking up the spots where the ball and arch of her foot would go. Most importantly though, Chloe’s unintentional cruelty manifested in her adjustments to your lower body now positioning your private are almost precisely in the heel area. Staring up past the strap of her flip flop, up the curves of her legs, wide hips and voluminous chest you beheld the curvy blonde looking down at you with a sly smile showing her anticipation of using you for what she believed to be your intended and only purpose in life. Her foot soon filled your vision, her toes ducking under the strap, brushing your face, the smell filling your nostrils, and combined with the sight causing you to become erect. Her toes suddenly dug into your face, as she scrunched repeatedly, forcing the thong between her big and second toe, turning your face into clay paste in the process. Your erect penis stood tall under her heel still hovering while the ball of her foot flattened you into the insole with deliberate, focused pressure. Then her heel came down, without warning, hesitation or any hint of gentleness. You swore she had almost snapped your member in half as her heel brought down her weight on top of your shaft, forcing it painfully down onto your balls and folded legs. Standing on you she wiggled her toes on your face while her heel continued to flatten, squeeze and crush your cock and balls beneath her relentless weight. You felt the pressure shift towards her toes as she rocked her foot back and forth, feeling you under her sole, as you watched from between her toes how she smiled, clearly more satisfied with you this time compared to when she used you as her bathroom rug in the gym. Indeed, she quickly repeated what you now considered to be her signature move - squeezing you with her toes as hard as she could in an attempt to floss her toe spaces with the skin that was forced into them. When she lifted her toes you felt your face caved in by her digits, while other parts had been forced between her toes, resulting in you tasting and smelling the sweat both under and between her toes. All this, and she had not yet taken a single step on you. This changed quickly, as you went from one moment staring at her toes hovering above you while most of her weight threatened to pulverize your genitals, to her toes crashing into you, squeezing you as you watched from between them her body passing over you. Shortly after her body passed in the other direction as her toes lifted from your face, followed by her heel once again assaulting your manhood, the pressure rolling up the length of your penis starting at the tip, showing no mercy to your balls on the way, after which the ball of her foot joined the effort of crushing your body, before her toes did the same, thankfully relieving some pressure from your lower region. You had never felt a footstep so intensely, had never been so aware of each stage. Of Chloe’s heel coming down first, causing explosive and unbearable pain which only increased as more of her weight came down, of the ball of her foot flattening your entire chest, forcing any slither of air out of your lungs, of her toes coming down on your face, squishing and squeezing your skin either into the indentations her toes had left on the insole, or into the spaces between her toes, all while you gasped for air as the pressure on your chest lessened, each breath from beneath and between her toes filled with the smell of her foot. This cycle changed one her way down the stairs, her feet dropping flat onto the descending steps, your entire body crushed at once with her full weight which rested on you as she moved her other foot. By the time she reached the bottom of the staircase, the battering beneath her sole had left you dazed, and only as the cycle returned to the gradual bottom to top crushing of your body, only when you felt her heel mercilessly compressing your cock and balls, were you forced to come back to your senses, your mind clearing up and though you wish it wasn’t so - experiencing the full extend of Chloe walking on you. From between her toes the occasional ray of sunshine hit your eyes, though for you that only meant one thing - heat. Indeed, even in flip flops, Chloe’s feet managed to sweat. Her heel now not only crushed your manhood senselessly, the salty foot sweat began to irritate your sensitive area, only heightening the pain you felt when Chloe brought her heel back down on it. Meanwhile her toes generously rubbed and spread her foot sweat across your face, forcing it into your nostrils, your eyes and your mouth. Again you found yourself forced to drink her sweat just to be able to breathe. And as the summer sun bore down on you and her foot, you actively licked her toes, worshipping them, peering up from between them at Chloe, taking no notice of your tongue caressing her toes and licking her sweat, as she unintentionally rewarded your effort and dedication by walking on you, crushing your balls and cock, forcing the air from your lungs and making you inhale her foot stench.

The walk came to an end and Chloe stood on you next to something that you couldn’t quite make out as her foot sweat had begun to pool in your eyes, burning them and blurring your vision. As she typed on her phone, she suddenly produced a small object and clicked it, to which the object next to her responded with short burst of sounds. You understood that she was standing at her car. As she got in you were dipped into the foot well, where her foot rested on you for a short moment while Chloe finished typing on her phone. Tossing it onto the passenger seat, she moved you along with her flip flop to the pedal, pinning you against it as she inserted the key. You heard the engine come to life, roaring louder as the ball of her foot and her toes pushed into you. As she began driving you became aware of how often a driver moved their right foot back and forth between the gas and brake pedal. On the gas pedal you would be gradually squeezed as she sped up, then the pressure released as her foot simply rested on the pedal, until she would come to a stop light, at which point you were moved to the brake pedal and rather more intensely crushed by her foot as she brought the car to a stop. This continued on, similar to the cycle of her walking, yet much more unpredictable, especially when other drivers behaved in ways she didn’t anticipate, which resulted in you suddenly being stomped as she hit the brake hard, swearing out loud while she angrily crunched her toes, squishing and squeezing parts of your face between them.

At the end of the drive you had categorized Chloe as a more aggressive driver, though you suspected your experience was affected by you being under her foot rather than in her passenger seat. Chloe got out of the car, closing the door and walking around to the trunk. The moment her foot had hit the pavement, you were immediately reminded of the enormous pain you had been spared from. As she grabbed a suitcase from her trunk, having shifted her weight to her toes as she leaned it, she now straightened, bringing down her heels which made you scream internally, and loud enough that you were surprised she didn’t hear you. Evidently she didn’t, as she spared no glance down at her feet and, continuously crushing your cock and balls under her heel, leaned back a little to close the trunk. The walking cycle returned and you writhed in pain beneath her foot as it rolled across you, feeling your vision blurred both by her foot sweat and tears as you looked up from between her toes, still unnoticed, and though she was technically aware of you beneath her, it wasn’t something that occupied her mind at the moment. Chloe used her work ID at the door scanner and entered the office building, making her way through the lobby and to the elevators. Stepping inside she pressed the button for her floor and stepped back, looking around the elevator, waiting. This idle waiting meant your cock and balls were forced to bear her weight continuously, while her toes idly moved on top of your face and Chloe - visibly bored - looked at nothing in particular as she got lost in her thoughts. It was almost sadistic how easily this woman tortured you to this extend, just by standing, not even thinking about you. The elevator ball rang, the doors slid open and Chloe stepped out. Making her way down the carpeted hall past the other offices, she politely greeted her co-workers, some of which watched her go by, either appreciating Chloe’s looks or sneering at her casual clothes and - worst of all - flip flops. Chloe paid them no mind, sliding her card at her office door before entering, closing the door behind her. Inside she walked over to her desk, moving her bag from the chair onto her desk and sitting down. You immediately felt the relief of her sitting down, as her heel either rested on you or completely lifted from you as she slid her feet underneath herself and rested them on her toes. If that was to be your spot for the next while you were not going to complain. But, as you almost gratefully licked away at Chloe toes, you noticed her looking down under her desk, then saw her moving her left leg beneath, heard her foot scraping across the carpet. Shortly after you became worried when she suddenly moved her right foot out from under her chair and slipped her flip flop off, leaving you behind on the insole, covered in her foot sweat, your body shaped into her footprint and your manhood turned into a sore pulp of clay. She was still looking down at her feet, though not at you directly. Moving her left leg you couldn’t see what she was doing, but you didn’t care much at the moment. You simply enjoyed the mercy you were given, though you knew it likely wouldn’t last long. You noticed something about your body. Your private area seemed to recovering rather quickly. Much more quickly than the rest of your body. Indeed the indentations of her toes and the mounds of skin which had flossed between them were still very much in tact when you felt your penis returning to its prior state, standing tall and erect up from the crater left behind by her heel. Chloe looked at you, furrowing her brows and suddenly slipped her foot back into the flip flop. Spinning in the chair she crossed her legs, dangling you in the air, her toes pushing down on you, smacking the flip flop - and your erect member - against her bare heel. As you felt your penis getting gradually beaten to a pulp against her heel, you heard Chloe chuckling, then typing on her phone, followed by what you swear sounded like the shutter sound of her phone’s camera. The beating stopped and Chloe spun back around. She reached for the flip flop and pulled it off her foot, inspected you briefly and then began to peel you from the insole of her flip flop. Panic now set in. Why was she removing you from her insole? Did she take a picture of you? Had she seen your erection? Did she finally find out what you really were? You felt yourself being lowered towards the floor, but instead of being placed on the carpet, Chloe turned you right side up, allowing you to see at the bottom edge of your vision where you were going. Chloe didn’t actually wear her casual clothes throughout her work day. No, as you found yourself being lowered into a black high heel pump, with your genitals being placed into the toe area, you realized that Chloe did follow the dress code, though she only changed into her work attire once she reached her office. Feeling your back pushed against the moist, smooth insole of her high heel, you dreaded what you were about to go through. Not only did you dread the sweaty hell that awaited you, Chloe managed to surpass your worst nightmare by placing you in her shoe the opposite direction from her flip flop. So, without even smiling this time, indeed with an expression of utter indifference, as she moved her foot towards her high heel, just as she did every day she worked, you could do nothing but watch her sweaty bare foot passing by your face, her toes pushing against your erect shaft and bending it out of the way, as the tightness of the high heel quickly forced the ball of her foot onto the insole, and your penis ended up squished between her toes, and then finally coming face to face with her large pink heel, glistening in sweat but showing no signs of the relentless torture it had inflicted upon you, until Chloe promptly forced her foot in the rest of the way, smashing your toe stamped face into a smooth concave pulp of clay hugging every inch of her heel. Chloe looked down at her foot inside the high heel, twisted it back and forth and stomped her heel a few times. Inside her shoe her toes yanked at your penis stuck between them as she twisted her foot, then your face was suddenly pounded several times beneath her heel which covered your entire face, blocking out all light and air from the outside world. Satisfied Chloe began her work day, sitting at her desk working at the computer while she crossed her legs back and forth, sometimes dangling you while playing with your erect member between her toes, other times crushing your face continuously under her heel as the weight of both legs rested on top of you. During these periods, which lasted from a few minutes to half an hour, Chloe made it outstandingly hard for you to breath, as from beneath her heel you only managed very small breaths through your mouth whenever you had licked and swallowed enough of her sweat to free it up, and those small inhales were still wet with sweat and filled with only hints of actual air and predominantly the smell of her foot and the stench from inside her well worn high heels. Yet even worse was when she would interrupt her work, either to consult a co-worker, to take a short break, or to head to the bathroom. She annihilated your balls with her toes as she walked on you, while your cock was yanked and smothered between them, resulting in a terrible mixture of pain and arousal as Chloe, simply by walking on you, gave you something close to a footjob. Of course your face wasn’t spared, and with each step she took on you, she would first cut off all your air as her heel sunk into your face, flattening it further each time, followed by her toes crushing your balls, until her heel lifted slightly, allowing you to breath in her foot stench, before it pulverized you again, sealing your nose and mouth, forcing you to keep the foot stench infused air in your lungs, denying your urge to scream as your balls were crushed again. Yet worse still, was when she stopped walking and simply stood on you, crunching her toes as if she seriously wanted to erase your genitals from existence, all while your face slowly moulded to her heel, her foot sweat forced into your eyes, nose and mouth. Though it was nearly impossible, you found yourself licking, as best you could, the bottom of her heel, maybe to stay hydrated, maybe out of desperate hope she might feel you, the shrunken human down in her shoe stuck beneath her sole. If Chloe had indeed noticed you, she showed no sign of it, as she continued to chat with co-workers, adjusted her hair in the bathroom mirror, balanced on her right foot as she listened to the explanation of a co-worker, made herself a coffee and continued working for several more hours, all while you were stuck inside her high heel, licking the sweat from her sole while she jerked you off between her toes and crushed your balls beneath them.

When Chloe entered her apartment, you had endured the trip inside her flip flop, your face still smashed under her heel and your balls cushioning her toes, your stiff shaft painfully bent up and pinned against your abdomen under the ball of her foot. She briefly wiped her feet on the doormat, then dropped her bag and went into the bathroom to refresh her face with a splash of water. With your face flattened and plastered to her heel, you were denied any glimpses up at her beyond the bottom of her heel as it rose with her steps, before you were smacked against it and then crushed beneath it. Chloe went into her bedroom and stopped before her drawers, going through them and putting together a suitable outfit. When she then slipped off her flip flops and you saw the clothes she held in her arms, you blushed in anticipation of what you were about to witness. But you were mistaken. Out from under her bare feet you lay still smothered into the insole of her flip flop, her perfect foot print stamped into you, and you looked up at the blonde. She met your eyes. A smug smile crept onto her lips as she dropped the clothes on you. “Put those on.” she said, her words startling you. Did she say that to you? This time it was hard to think otherwise. Indeed, when you listened for more clues, for anything else she would say, anything that might clear this up, you instead heard her bare feet walking out of the bedroom, followed by the door closing.

Free from her flip flop you had gotten up and dug your way out of the pile of clothes she had buried you beneath. As you moved, the still stinging pain in your private area painfully reminded you of Chloe’s work day - a memory you would rather forget about. Just as you would like to forget your erection. You were honestly baffled your body somehow decided these hours of tortures were enjoyable. At the same time, though, there was something about Chloe’s cold indifference and relentless way of using you as she thought you were supposed to be used. You wouldn’t want to experience it again, but it was, in a way, an exciting change of pace from your girlfriend’s sweet and reluctant behaviour. Feeling the stinging burn in your balls, however, you already looked forward to getting back home, back to Lucy’s gentleness. The door suddenly opened, though just a little, as Chloe peaked in. “Hurry up. Those clothes are from my ex, they should fit alright.” And she closed the door again. You stood there, staring at the door, naked, erect dick in your hand, your balls burning, and your turned a violent crimson. Chloe knew.

While not your style, the white shirt and black shorts she had given you did indeed fit you fine, once you had grown yourself back to your full size, that is. Still, despite the clothes you felt utterly naked and frankly, scared, as you stared at the door of Chloe’s bedroom, unable to bring yourself to open it. Did Chloe actually know? When did she find out? And what the hell was she going to do to you now? The door opened and you jumped, recoiling from the blonde, who was visibly amused by your reaction. “C’mon.” she said and walked back over into her living room, leaving the door wide open. Swallowing hard and adjusting the bulge in your shorts, you followed her. She sat on her white couch with her feet pulled up next to her and she indicated for you to sit opposite her. Once seated you looked around her living room, the white carpet, dark grey curtains. Everything followed a bright and dark theme made out of gently contrasting shades of dark and light grey. When you met Chloe’s eyes, the blue in them almost glowing thanks to the white couch reflecting most of the daylight up at her, you had to admit finding her both rather attractive - and intimidating. “It’s ... nice to meet you, Clayton.” she said and glanced down. “Then again, this is hardly our first meeting.” she said and her eyes met yours again. Biting your lip you cleared your throat and began to apologise and explain yourself.

“Hey,” Chloe didn’t raise her voice, but she silenced you nonetheless, “Chill. You don’t need to apologise.” she said earnestly. You were surprised at that and told her you expected her to be really mad. She furrowed her brows. “Really mad? Nah ... quite mad, maybe.” She suddenly shifted her seating position, stretching out one leg, putting her foot up on the coffee table between you and her, presenting her bare foot. The one you had been under. “I’m sure you noticed that.” she said as she smiled and looked at her toes and flexed them. You swallowed, trying not to stare at her foot too plainly. You asked her when she figured it out. Both brows raised she inhaled: “I don’t know, maybe,” and she looked at you, “When Lulu handed me her tiny naked boyfriend?” She chuckled as you blushed. “I had some suspicions before, but this time you guys didn’t even try to hide it.” You explained the circumstances with you waking shortly before she and Lucy arrived and noted you were surprised she still used you. “Oh, I was mad at you. From my point of view, I was handed a tiny naked pervert trying to take advantage of my unawareness - plus I then realised that you’d already done that before, when I borrowed you the first time.” You nodded and rubbed the back of your neck, telling her she was right, but also asking why she didn’t seem to be mad anymore. She furrowed her brows again and glanced at your bulge. “I’m sorry, did you somehow not notice what I did to you all day? You think I did that on accident?” You turned a violent red and instinctively pressed your thighs together while Chloe suppressed her laughter. “Oh yeah, that was intentional. It felt amazing at first, with all your squirming and your bits under my,” she stopped herself, covering her mouth when she saw the colour drain from your face as you recalled the experience, “sorry, I’m not trying to give you flashbacks. Let’s just say, I got my “revenge” so to say, and honestly I felt bad pretty quickly. That’s why I flipped you before putting you in my work shoes.” You remembered the sweaty hot prison her high heel had been, with your face caved in by her heel which suffocated you as you desperately licked her foot sweat. At the moment you felt disinclined to tell her any of that. “Can I ... ask what it’s like? I don’t think I want to know, but ... I’m just morbidly curious, I guess?” Feeling both embarrassed and hesitant to outline the full extent of the torture she had inflicted on you, you politely told her she was better of not knowing. “Yeah, you’re probably right. Then ... did you like it at least? Not the ... crushing, but the rest of the day? I mean, you probably enjoyed being in my running shoe the other day.” Your mind raced as you tried to disguise your slight panic as merely thinking about your answer, then described the experience as “intense”. Chloe gave you a pitying smile. “So you kinda enjoyed it, but it was also too much.” The way she said it sounded tired, rehearsed, as if she had said it before. Noticing your look, she elaborated: “My ex was into feet, too. And ... I don’t judge, first of all, I ... I want to make my partner happy as best as I can. That ... meant that whenever he wanted us to try one of his fantasies, I ... tried really hard.” she laughed, though she looked rather more embarrassed than amused. “I,” she smiled as she recalled, “left him a little worse for wear. You know ... scratches and red marks from my high heels ... sore tongue ... I tend to go all in, yeah?” You nodded, as your experience absolutely confirmed that statement. “Anyways, I’m not mad at you, or Lucy. It is weird to be drawn into ... your kinky fantasies like that, but,” biting her lip she smiled at you, “You’re really fucking comfortable.” You awkwardly thanked her for the compliment. “I hope it’s not too much of a nightmare to be worn by me.” she said and got up, checking her phone. “About time we head out.” she added and looked at you, waiting for something. “Shrink down.” Your eyes widened and your response was simply “huh”. Chloe raised her chin a little, her eyes narrowed and a sly smile spread onto her lips. “I’ve got you for the whole day, remember?” Your jaw dropped and for a good while, you didn’t know what to do. “Let’s make this clear - I don’t plan on deceiving Lulu into thinking I haven’t found out. We are going to talk about this - the three of us. But I’ve got plans for the afternoon and the evening, and revealing this kinky truth isn’t part of them. Now shrink down.” You obeyed without thinking about it, shrinking down to a height where you barely reached her ankles. You told her you understood that she didn’t want to cancel her plans, but asked if you could instead stay at her apartment. She shrugged and said: “I guess you could.” Then she approached you and knocked you over with her foot, resting it on top of you as you looked up at her from between her toes. “Or you can come along as my insole - without me crushing your manhood this time.” She lifted her toes and her foot a little, showing that you weren’t being forced. You considered it, feeling tired from the morning, but even more so tempted by her bare sole hovering above you, the smell of her feet filling your nostrils, a pleasant, alluring aroma in this more modest concentration. “Your choice.” she said and moved her foot back, then began to walk away. She only made it a few steps before she felt you tackle her bare heel.

“I know it’s hot today, but you’ll have a few breaks with fresh air, I promise.” Chloe told you, sitting on her bed with you lying on the floor below, as she pressed her foot down on you, flattening your head and chest under her heel, your legs and feet under her toes and the ball of her foot, while she made sure your private area was tugged safely under the arch of her foot. When she lifted her heel, your face was stuck to it, though you felt yourself peeling from her sole already. “Aw, you won’t stick?” she noticed, then suddenly crushed you under her full weight as she stood up from the bed and walked over to her drawers. When she sat back down, you were attached to her sole a little more firmly, but still you felt it wouldn’t last. Chloe clearly felt the same, as she ensured you would be pushed up against her bare foot, by putting on a sock over you, pulling it tight until she felt your entire body hugging her sole. “There we go.” she said and stood up, moved around as she packed a few things into a bag, walking and standing on you, turning you into nothing but a part of her sock. As she did, you noticed the cotton confining you to her sole also blocking most of the fresh air you still had down here, turning breathing already into a chore. Walking on you into the entry hall of her apartment, Chloe’s heel pressed down hard on you as you listened to her slipping her other foot into a shoe, before doing the same with you. “You don’t mind the smell, right?” you heard her ask as she slid her foot, and you, into her go-to pair of sneakers, then headed out.

You could tell this was one of her favourite pairs, as every trace of fresh air filtering in through the fibres of her sock was now replaced with nothing but the intense smell of her feet. Chloe clearly had no reservations about making you smell her feet, much like she had no reservations about wearing you as her insole with exactly as few damns, as she had before she knew you were in fact a sentient human. She brought her heel down on you with every other step, crushing your face beneath her weight while she set up the navigation on her phone. After the descend down the stairwell of her apartment building, the heat inside her shoe had already increased significantly, and it wasn’t helped when she stepped outside into the summer heat - with you, her insole, plastered to her bare foot, which you knew was bound to sweat immensely, inside her sock, in her rather insulated sneaker. Despite having talked face-to-face, you learned, to no big surprise, that she also had no reservations about covering and dunking you in her foot sweat, as the salty liquid quickly began to form on her sole and was walked into you as she made her way into the car. In the driver’s seat she placed her phone in the holder attached to the windscreen, then put her feet against the pedals. You felt her toes wiggling, stretching and squeezing your legs. “You can lick my heel, by the way. No need to be shy.” you heard her muffled voice beyond her sock and shoe. The way she said it really made it sound like she was doing you a favour. So, as she began her drive and the ball of her foot and her toes squished your legs as she stepped on the pedals, you found yourself wanting to take her up on the offer - and you did. Chloe briefly smirked as she felt you licking her sweaty heel inside her sock, a pleasant yet barely noticeable sensation deep down inside her shoe. Stopping at a traffic light she instinctively moved her feet off the pedals and placed them onto the floor mat, lifted her toes and spread them, twisting her mouth as she felt the heat inside her shoes and wiped the sweat off her brows. You, meanwhile, found your passionate worship of her sole quickly forgotten as she moved her feet of the pedals and pressed her heels down on the floor as she lifted her toes. Thinking about the heat she absentmindedly ground your face under her heel, forcing her foot sweat into every orifice of your face as she smothered you into the insole of her sneaker. When she moved her feet onto the pedals again, you scrunched your face, trying to undo the concave mould her heel had left in it, before you continued to worship her foot.

You didn’t stop when she reached the mall and stepped out of the car, crushing you underneath her weight, then walked on you into the large building. You simply took advantage of her sock keeping you close to her sole at all times, and licked the sweat off her heel between her steps on you. Chloe barely noticed your persistent efforts inside her sock, as she grew used to feeling you underfoot, only feeling you as she put her weight down and smothered you into the insole of her shoe, something that steadily lost its novelty as she walked on you. You already felt like she had forgotten you, which was no surprise, as you surmised you couldn’t stay in her conscious unless your face was actively flossing between her toes with each step, like your first time inside her shoes. Chloe wasn’t like Lucy, who was aware of every step she took on you. Chloe had higher expectations of human insoles, and currently, flat against her bare sole, licking her heel, you weren’t worth remembering. You were walked and stood on for about two hours, during which you breathed nothing but the thick hot foot air inside her sneaker. Convinced that she had forgotten about you, you didn’t hold out hope that you would get the promised breaks with fresh air she had promised. It was all the more surprising when you felt her sit down and pull her foot out of the sneaker. “Enjoy the air.” you heard Chloe say quietly, yet you felt yourself being pulled into the shoe again almost right away. Yet when she pressed you into the insole and stood up on you, you noticed the lack of heat radiating from the insole, and the air - although not fresh - wasn’t as thick with the smell of Chloe’s feet. She took a few steps on you, pressing her foot down hard, grinding it, as if to feel the insole. Then she sat back down, pulled her foot out and set it down on what felt like carpet. You listened to what sounded like cardboard boxes and shoes being shuffled. When she lifted her foot again and you entered another shoe, this one smelling different again and the insole being just as cool, you had figured out you were in a shoe store, experiencing first hand the inside of each shoe Chloe was trying on. You found yourself being stood, walked and smothered inside ten different pairs of shoes, with some fresh air in between whenever Chloe either sat or walked around in her socks. You were thankful for each step she took on the cold tiled flooring of the store whereever there wasn’t carpet. She absolutely flattened you against her sole, but at least you felt some cooling through her sock. Chloe was rather unaware of your preferences, and simply not concerned, as she went about finding shoes in her size, checking their design, then trying them on, all with you still stuck to her sole in her sock. When she was done, she promptly slipped her feet back into her sweaty sneakers, casting you back into the hot dark prison where she made you breathe nothing but the smell of her feet. Another hour passed with your face moulding to her sweaty heel, your tongue getting carelessly crushed after licking her sweat between her steps. Chloe finished up at the electronic store, the grocery store, stopped by a book store and finally headed back out into the parking lot. As the sun hit her, she was reminded of the heat and felt her socked feet drenched in sweat, even the insides of her shoes felt wet. Inside her sock you were covered in her sweat, drinking it, licking it from her sole whenever she wasn’t suffocating you under her sweaty heel. You licked the whole drive back to her apartment, and the ascend up the stairs as she walked on the balls of her feet. Finally, back inside her apartment, she slipped her feet out of her sneakers and walked on you into her kitchen. You enjoyed her smothering you into her kitchen floor as she put away the groceries, the cold tiles under her feet cooling both you and her soles as she left footprints out of condensation. Finally, Chloe made her way into the living room and dropped onto the couch, melted into it while her feet rested on the floor, her idle weight pressing down on you. You spent several minutes with your face being steadily flattened under her heel, before she propped her feet up onto her toes and pulled both of her sweaty socks off. Tossing them aside you felt yourself flying through the air, firmly stuck to the sweat drenched cotton. Looking up from inside her discarded sock you caught glimpses of her sweaty bare feet above you, her toes flexing and curling as you looked up from the floor. You remained unacknowledged inside Chloe’s sock, staring up at her legs and feet as she relaxed and massaged herself, until your body recovered and you peeled yourself from the inside of her sock and stepped out, then grew yourself up to your normal size. “Ah, hey.” Chloe smiled at you, her face wet with sweat, as you felt your eyes immediately drawn to her pink soles. Even after hours of being stuck to the bottom of her foot, you couldn’t resist looking at them now. “Given how sweaty I am, I can imagine it was rather hellish for you, huh?” You told her it was kind of similar to your first time inside her shoes. “I guess that’s true ... you felt better that time, to be honest. I guess I need put your head under my toes rather than my heel.” You asked her if she had felt you licking her heel, to which she twisted her mouth. “Barely. I had to concentrate on it.” Both of you chuckled and you muttered that you tried your best. “Shame I didn’t feel it as much. I love having my feet licked.” She looked at you. You looked at her feet, then at her. She raised a brow, glanced at her feet, then back at you. “You think Lulu would mind? I guess she’s pretty open, considering she helped get you inside my shoes twice now.” You told her you weren’t sure, that Lucy was fine with you being trampled and used by other girls, but you never even had the opportunity to lick other girls’ feet, at least not at your normal size. “Wait, so you did that last time I wore you, too?” Chloe asked with a raised brow. You nodded, recalling licking her toes quite thoroughly. “And did Lucy say anything about that when you told her?” You shook your head. Chloe looked at you, sitting before her on the floor, and she promptly turned to you and pressed her foot against your mouth. “It’s on you if you do it.” she joked as you felt her sweaty digits against your lips and inhaled the smell of her feet. You gently grabbed her ankle and pulled her foot away from your mouth, to which Chloe pouted a little. You stared down at her toes, and the pearly nail polish - almost white with a pink shimmer - then put them into your mouth. Chloe suppressed a startled laugh as she felt your tongue, without hesitation, push between each of her sweaty toes while you sucked on them and swallowed her foot sweat. Moving your tongue underneath you pushed it along the underside of her toes and as far under the ball of her foot as you could without gagging as you deep throated Chloe’s foot. You pulled it out and greedily ran your tongue the entire length of her sole, licking every drop of her foot sweat from her sole while she nestled your nose under the arches of her toes, letting you smell her foot as you cleaned it of her sweat. “Jesus, do you go to town like that on Lucy’s feet, too?” Chloe laughed, which gave you pause. You lowered her foot to the floor, then picked up the other and sucked each of her toes individually, flossed between them with your tongue until you no longer tasted her sweat, then moved on to her sole and gave it the same thorough but swift cleaning. When you were done you bowed your head to Chloe, waiting. “What ... are you doing?” she asked, a little confused. Embarrassed, you explained how Lucy wiped her feet on your hair after you licked them, to get rid of your saliva. When you glanced at Chloe, she looked both impressed and surprised. “I ... even knowing what you’re into - and that Lucy embraces it - I’m kinda ... shocked she dominates you like that. Not that I’m judging, of course!” You chuckled a little as Chloe began to wipe her feet off on your hair like a doormat, and explained that it had taken a long time for Lucy to enjoy dominating you. “I bet!” she said, grabbing your hair with her toes. “I’m almost jealous. Not about being dominated by her, but I never get to see her in action.” She narrowed her eyes and held her foot in front of you. “You know ... obviously this depends on you and Lulu, but ... I’d be kinda down team up on you with her.” she said and, astonishingly, blushed. You gently kissed her toes, thanking her for letting you lick her feet, then told her it would depend on Lucy agreeing. Dropping her feet to the floor, Chloe stood up and stretched. “Well, I’ll ask her later.” she looked at you. “You can shrink down again, we’ve got one more event before I bring you back to Lulu. But after that, I will confront her about all of this, got it?” You nodded obediently, out of habit, and you shrank yourself down.

The evening air was already cooler. Chloe enjoyed the breeze as she waited at the bus stop. You, meanwhile, enjoyed the smell of her feet, as you were once again inside her sneaker, this time with your head under her toes, your face squished into and between them, as she wore you barefoot just like your first time inside her shoes. While she waited for the bus, you found your worship of her toes actually prompting a response from her, as she dug her toes into you and squished you under and between them, while you licked away at them, greedily swallowing every drop of Chloe’s sweat. She smiled as she scrolled through her phone and felt your little tongue caressing her toes. You continued to lick as walked on you onto the bus and sat down, all throughout the drive while she played with your face under her toes, and when she got off, slamming you into the insole of her sneaker as she dropped onto the side walk. She made her way into the apartment complex, not climbing any stairs this time, as she stopped at a door on the ground floor. You heard the doorbell ring as Chloe pressed her toes into your face, then battered you with them as she waited. “Celeste!” an unknown female voice announced with delight and you felt yourself being crushed under Chloe’s toes as she leaned in to hug the stranger. “Good to see you, Lina.” Chloe replied cheerfully and was welcomed in. The door closed and the girls walked into the living room, where several lights were set up and a flood of live chat messages flooded across the TV screen. “Alright, Chat, Celeste is here!” the stranger, apparently Lina, announced to the live stream. Still licking Chloe’s toes inside her sneaker, you wondered what you had been dragged into. “Hey Chat, hope everyone’s doing well. I need a minute to get ready, but feel free to send in requests for me and Lina.” Chloe explained as she sat down and you felt her foot being pulled out of her sneaker. Lina checked the chat. “Yes, walterisnthere77, I can and will lick her feet and shoes, I mean,” she threw her hands towards Chloe, “Look at her! No one can tell me they wouldn’t lick a girl’s feet if she’s hot enough!” Having grabbed her phone which acted as one of the stream’s cameras, Lina quickly sat down in front of Chloe to get close-ups of her sweaty feet as she pulled them out of her sneakers. “Look at all that sweat, Chat. I know some of you prefer clean feet like mine, but for the rest - Celeste basically never wears socks.” You felt the colder room air rushing into your sweaty hole inside Chloe’s sneaker, and you enjoyed the fresh air cooling you down, while you listened to the girls above you. “Remember, Chat - you can request pretty much anything. If we can do it with our feet, we’ll probably do it.” Lina added as she glanced at the TV to read the messages. Chloe, flexing her toes in front of Lina’s phone camera, sneered down at the lens as if it was a foot slave. “Spamming “lick her feet” won’t make it happen, Chat. You know how it works.” she explained and put her toes over the lens, giving the stream a glimpse up at her from between her toes. “Stop, don’t get your sweat on my phone!” Lina laughed as she pulled it away. Then a notification sound popped off. “There we have our first request!” Lina announced, then read the message of the donation and sighed, turned back to Chloe who smiled like a devil. “Chat is so mean, aren’t they?” Lina asked as she bit her lips and repositioned herself in front of Chloe, then set up her phone to the side, making sure it caught a good angle of her and Chloe’s legs. She gently grabbed both of Chloe’s ankles and lifted them towards her face. “Maybe they just think you talk to much?” Chloe asked with a smile and suddenly slapped Lina with her right foot, then shoved her left one into her mouth. Lina moaned and giggled, sucking on Chloe’s toes while they violently wiggled inside her mouth. Chloe used her free foot to hook the back of Lina’s head, then pulled it toward her while she shoved her other foot deeper inside Lina’s mouth. From inside the sneaker you heard nothing but moaning, choking and wet mouth sounds. Lina felt Chloe trying to reach the back of her throat with her toes, her foot behind her head pulled relentlessly, as Lina coughed, choking on Chloe’s foot, who simply kept going, before finally releasing her. Gagging and coughing she pulled her head back, getting Chloe’s foot out of her mouth and catching her breath, smiling the whole time. “Right off the bat, huh?” she gasped, her face flushed, as Chloe silently presented the sole of her foot to her. Lina obeyed the unspoken instruction, holding Chloe’s foot for her, and began to slowly lick the entire length of her sole, starting from the heel, up to her toes. Chloe, meanwhile, pulled up the stream on her phone to check the camera angle and read the chat. “No, Footslut91, I won’t lick my own feet, don’t bother requesting that from me. Lina will lick her own feet, though. Yes, Famdom, my feet are actually sweaty. It’s pretty hot over here and my feet were in my sneakers basically the whole day.” as she read and replied to chat, Lina continued licking every inch of her soles, tasting and swallowing her friend’s foot sweat. “Ah, for you, Lina,” Chloe said and Lina looked at her friend, still licking, “Hoeaway111 asks if you can describe the taste of my feet.” she read and curled her toes as her friend licked her arch. Interrupting her licking, Lina responded with a smile: “Other than amazing? Her sweat tastes great, it’s intense, but not to the point that it stings my taste buds. I think her feet taste the best in her arch and between her toes - just such an intense flavour, it’s awesome.” Staring at Chloe’s sole inches from her face, Lina continued licking, shoving her tongue between each toe, while Chloe continued to monitor the chat. “Would you ever lick Lina’s feet?” she read and pinched Lina’s tongue between her toes. “We have a special donation amount for that request, but if one of you pulls the trigger, I will overcome my dom pride and lick her feet.” Sucking on Chloe’s big toe, Lina raised a finger to indicate she was going to add onto that, then pulled back to speak: “Only my bare feet, though. Not my shoes, socks or otherwise. Please respect our personal limits and boundaries. Remember that Celeste is a dom, not a switch. She can and will do pretty much anything to me, but not the other way around.” Chloe, rather unhelpfully, decided to muffle the latter half of that statement, by forcing her heel into Lina’s mouth. Closing her eyes, the submissive girl sucked on the sweaty bare heel and assaulted it with her tongue. “Also, if you type exclamation mark shoes you can see a list of all the various shoes Lina has in her closet here. We’re both women’s size 8 so either of us can wear them.” The evening went on, and you remained left behind inside Chloe’s sneaker, your body recovering from its footprint stamped insole state as you listened to the girls interacting with chat. You heard them read out requests, then listened to their giggling, moaning and choking as they acted them out. Though you didn’t get to see it, you listened to Chloe jumping on Lina barefoot, trampling her in sandals, high heels, platform heels, boots, converse, flip flops and flats. Lina took her weight better than you did, laughing as Chloe walked on her legs, stomach, chest, throat and face. She readily licked the soles of every shoe Chloe put on, some of them clean, some dirty. Chloe added her spit to the soles of some and had Lina lick it off. One request had her chew a strip of gum for a while. Lina, her mouth wide open, giggled as Chloe, standing on her chest in high heels, spat on her, hitting her lips, nose, teeth, tongue and the back of her throat. Finally, after having chewed the gum thoroughly, Chloe stuck it between the treads of a pair of ankle boots and balanced on Lina’s chest while she tried to get the gum out from the sole of the boot. Getting it free at last, Lina opened her mouth wide to show the chat the chewed gum on her tongue, then waited for Chloe to spit into her mouth, before she swallowed everything. “Was that strawberry?” Lina asked, and groaned as Chloe dug the heels of the boots into her stomach. “Probably.” Chloe chuckled as she casually trampled her friend under her. “Alright, next one!” she announced and stepped off of Lina, who took a moment to breath and stretch. Looking at her phone, Chloe read out the next request: “From lewdrakin: With the brown gladiator sandals, stand on Lina’s face and throat, and make her lick the soles.” Chloe glanced down at her friend and asked: “Sound good?” Lina nodded eagerly. “Please, my throat needs some good stomping!” The girls laughed and Chloe made her over to the shoe closet. Inside Chloe’s sneaker, you were busy lying face down in her toeprints, licking away at them for every hint of her sweat, cleaning her insole while she dominated her friend. Wearing the gladiator sandals, Chloe stepped in front of the camera, posing with her feet, raising one heel, then the other, showing the chat the soles, before she stepped up to Lina’s head. Her friend smiled up at her, and Chloe smiled back, before she placed one foot across the length of Lina’s face, then stepped up onto it, balancing on that foot while Lina moaned loudly. Chloe smiled at the camera while Lina began to clench her fists, and only when she reached for Chloe’s foot flattening her face, did she finally remove the sandal from her friend’s face, stepping onto her chest instead. Turning around, Chloe twisted both her feet on Lina’s nipples through her shirt, then wiped her sandals on her like a doormat, before she hovered one foot above Lina’s face. Lina extended her tongue, unable to reach the sole of the sandal, even as she tried to lift her head. Chloe wiggled her toes, keeping her foot out of reach from her friend’s eager tongue, then suddenly stomped down, pressing down on Lina’s tongue with the flat heel of her sandal. Finally she began to slowly wipe the full length of the sole across Lina’s tongue, wiping off all the old dirt stuck underneath, for Lina to swallow as she readied her tongue for the next lick. For the other sandal, Chloe spat onto the sole, then made Lina lick it clean. And to finish up, Chloe spat down onto her toes, letting her saliva trickle down between her digits and onto the insole, then pointed her toes down into her friend’s mouth, shoving her foot along with the sandal into Lina’s mouth, who shoved her tongue under Chloe’s toes, licking up the spit from the insole and from between her friend’s toes. “Last request for the night, Chat!” Chloe announced as she grabbed her phone and promptly stepped onto Lina’s face with both sandals at once, then stayed there as she read the request. “Woah ... that’s our biggest donation yet!” she laughed, though Lina struggled to join in on the celebration with her face entirely covered by Chloe’s sandals. “Oh ... that’s ...,” her mood changed suddenly as she read the request. Lina moaned from beneath her feet, but Chloe didn’t notice her. “Okay ... I’ll do it. But this is one-time thing, Chat!”

“Oh my god!” gasped Lina after Chloe had jumped off her head, her face red with the prints the sandals had left on it. Blinking her eyes, she noticed Chloe passing her her phone. Lina sat up and looked at it, reading the request. “Holy ... that’s a lot of money.” she covered her mouth as she stood up and looked at Chloe, who was getting down on the ground. “What are you...” Lina continue to read the request. “Have Lina wear Chloe’s sneakers and trample Chloe with them. Make Chloe lick the soles and spit in her mouth.” she read aloud and looked down at Chloe, who had taken her place on the floor. “Wait, are you sure,”

“Just do it, Lina. Get it over with.” Chloe said and forced a laugh. Lina swallowed and nodded. “If you’re okay with it, I’ll do it.” Inside Chloe’s sneakers, your eyes went wide as you heard the footsteps getting closer and felt yourself tumbled around inside the shoe as it was moved. Lina placed the sneakers in front of her feet, looked at them for a moment, then began to slide her bare feet into them. You watched as the unfamiliar rose of toes sporting blue nail polish made their way into the sneaker and rapidly approached you. Lina swiftly buried you under her foot, pinning your head under her toes. “Is there something in your shoe?” she asked aloud, to which Chloe’s eyes flashed. “Oh, uh ... just my insole. It’s a little lose sometimes.”

“Gotcha.” Chloe flinched a little when Lina stood up and stomped her foot and twisted it. Inside you were quickly flattened beneath her sole, her toes dug into your face, and your skin was forced in between them. This foot was basically devoid of any sweat, and it barely smelled. As Lina stood on you, and walked on you over to Chloe, you realized how offended you were. How dare this random girl wear you with her boring, clean feet? Her toes weren’t even worth the hassle of licking them. You never knew you could be this stubborn, but you outright refused to show this girl’s foot any affection whatsoever. Chloe swallowed as Lina stood over her and raised her foot, hovering Chloe’s own sneaker over her face. “I should have wiped them better.” Chloe muttered, then closed her eyes and stuck out her tongue. She scrunched up her face as Lina wiped her sneaker on her, then groaned when she suddenly stepped on her face. Lina giggled, finding unexpected enjoyment in seeing her dominant friend reluctantly acting as her doormat and human floor. She balanced on Chloe’s face, doing ever so small hops. “Lina!” Chloe mumbled, her mouth obstructed by the sole of her own shoe. “Sorry!” Lina offered as she stepped off onto Chloe’s chest, crushing her large boobs under the sneakers. “Ugh, and you like this?” Chloe whined with a pained smile. “Nothing like being the dirt under a hot girl’s feet!” Lina giggled, then hovered the other shoe over Chloe’s face. Chloe recognized this shoe as the one you were inside off. “Sorry.” she whispered. You heard the apology, as you scowled at Lina’s toes which excitedly battered your face. You faintly heard the sound of Chloe’s tongue running along the sole of the sneaker, then rather clearly heard her groan when Lina stomped down on her friend’s face, crushing you under her foot at the same time. One foot between Chloe breasts, the other on her face, Lina shifted her weight onto her friend’s face and looked at her phone. “What else ... right, the spitting.” Chloe twisted her face in disgust, looking up at her friend as she removed the shoe from her face and leaned forward. “Open wide!” Chloe slowly opened her mouth and closed her eyes. Suddenly she felt cold dirty rubber jamming her jaw and when she opened her eyes she saw Lina had forced the sneaker you were inside of between Chloe’s teeth. “Let’s do it like this.” Lina said, and Chloe tried to protest, but could only watch as her friend spat onto the sole of Chloe’s sneaker, and close her eyes as the spat ran along the length of the sole, gathering up the dirt along the way, before dropping into Chloe’s mouth. She quickly swallowed, nearly gagging at the taste and texture. Lina pulled the shoe out of her mouth, then hovered the sole over it. “Clean up.” Glaring up at her friend, Chloe extended her tongue, and let Lina wipe off the spit and dirt onto it. Lina then stepped off of Chloe, grinning, while Chloe slowly retracted her tongue. “One more!” Lina giggled and before Chloe could react, spat directly into her mouth. “Ugh, Lina!” she yelled, to which her friend laughed and quickly hopped away. Inside Chloe’s sneaker, you patiently endured being crushed, smothered and battered under Lina’s bare sole, yet even when you gave her the benefit of the doubt and stuck your tongue between her toes, you tasted nothing but the flavourless taste of skin. “Alright Chat,” you heard her announce, as her toes dug into you, “Thanks for the subs and donos! We’ll be live same time next week, so drop a follow if you haven’t already. Bye now!” The stream shut down and Lina’s feet slipped out of Chloe’s sneakers. Chloe sat up and rubbed her face, glanced at Lina. “Chloe,” she began, “I’m ... sorry, I ... I got a little too excited.” Chloe smiled at her friend. “You think? I thought you were pure sub, not a switch!” Lina chuckled nervously. “Same ... I don’t know ... maybe it’s because you’ve dominated me so much, it ... was just exciting to switch roles for once.” Chloe got up and grabbed her sneakers, as well as the rest of her things. “I’m happy you enjoyed stepping and spitting on me,” she said and raised a finger, “But I’m not letting you do that again. Next week you’ll lick my feet, my sneakers and my insoles, got it?” Lina grinned and nodded eagerly. “Thanks for coming, Chloe! I’ll send you half tomorrow.”

“No rush, slave.” Chloe said as she made her way to the door. “Wait, Chloe, you’re still wearing my sandals!”

“I’m keeping them.” Lina wanted to protest, but reflecting on what she had just done to Chloe, she merely accepted it with a sigh.

Outside the apartment complex, Chloe stepped into an alleyway and crouched down, placing her sneakers on the ground. When she pulled you out, you had Lina’s footprint stamped into you, and you looked anything but happy about it. Chloe took a deep breath looking at you, then spoke quietly. “I’m really sorry about that. I was so caught off-guard by that request, I forgot about you.” You let her know that you noticed. “Are you mad? Lina’s a cute girl. And she has cute feet ... at least I think so. I mean, even I lick them sometimes.” You sighed and explained that odourless, flavourless feet personally offended you. Chloe snorted, trying not to laugh out loud. “Seriously? You’re mad because she didn’t sweat all over you with her stinky feet?” You decided to drop the act and instead express your surprise at Chloe doing something like this in the first place. “Oh, I know it’s weird.” she said and set you down on the ground, crouching before you while you both waited for your body to recover. “But ... guess how much money we made tonight.” You shrugged and guessed around a thousand. “Three times that. It’s crazy what people are willing to pay for.” You admitted that, prior to dating Lucy, you probably would have engaged with similar forms of foot fetish entertainment. Chloe smirked. “And instead you cheated the system and got to lick my feet for free.” You pointed out that you paid for that with your manhood, which made Chloe laugh out loud. “I guess you’re right.” she grinned, covering her mouth with one hand. “So, are you about ready to turn back to normal?” You nodded and she made some room for you. Growing back to full size, she studied you a moment. “It’s weird that you don’t even smell at all. I guess your little trick takes care of that, huh?” You told her she was right for the most part, but you usually felt very much like you needed a shower or two.

The two of you checked the bus schedule and found one that brought you within walking distance of your apartment building. When you got in, you sat down in a cluster of 4 seats, two side by side, opposite the others. Chloe sat down in front of you, facing the opposite way the bus was heading. As you leaned back into the seat and spread your legs somewhat to a comfortable position, you nervously watched Chloe as she put her feet in the brown sandals up against the front edge of your seat, between your legs. She didn’t seem to think much of it, but when she noticed you staring down at her feet, she giggled. “I swear I’m not trying to give you flashbacks from this morning.” she laughed, but kept her feet right there. She spent most of the ride on her phone, browsing social media. You watched the night time cityscape pass by outside the windows, but kept a cautious eye on Chloe’s feet as well. All it took was a sudden acceleration or emergency brake, and your balls would once again become victim to her soles. “I told her I’m on the way.” You looked at Chloe and realized what awaited you back at the apartment. “I didn’t tell her yet. Gonna do that then and there.” You nodded, then hesitantly told her you had wanted to tell the truth since the first time, but Lucy was worried about being teased and not taken seriously. Chloe initially looked a little offended, but then thought about it and admitted: “Yeah ... I do love doing that. But if that makes her distrust me ... I should probably tone it down.” You agreed, to which she narrowed her eyes at her. “You know ... this all sort of comes back to you. How did you even get her to agree to any of this.” You leaned back, taking a breath, then began to explain everything. You started with the doormat incident - something Chloe had no recollection of, then about the night inside Lucy’s high heel when she went clubbing. “Wait, you were ...?” You nodded, then recalled being forgotten by your drunk girlfriend who just passed out on your bed and left you stuck inside her high heel. “Were you mad?” Chloe asked, but you shook your head. You explained that you were a little annoyed, very tired and somewhat aroused by the whole ordeal. But since Lucy felt terrible about it, she owed you a favour. Chloe raised a brow at that. “Are you telling me that favour was to get me to use you as an insole?” You corrected that it was one part of the favour, but not all of it. She smirked. “See, if you had actually met me that one time, instead of turning yourself into our doormat, you would have found out that I love submissive guys. You could have honestly just asked me outright. I would have shoved you into my shoe without hesitation.” You licked your lips and rubbed your neck, then explained that her being unaware of your true nature added to the experience. “Yeah, I get it. You want to be objectified. Though ... could you tell today, that I was aware of you from the start?” You slowly shook your head, putting a satisfied smile on her lips. “That’s what I thought.”

Throughout the ascend up the stairwell, your eyes were glued to Chloe’s bare heels inside her sandals, but at the same time you felt anxious about Lucy, wondering how she would react. Standing in front of your apartment door, you rang the doorbell, then stepped back and waited. Lucy opened the door, her smile replaced by surprise when she saw you, normal sized and wearing clothes. “Babe?” She was about to ask more, then noticed Chloe. And she paled. “Can we talk, Lulu?” Chloe asked, to which Lucy nodded and stepped aside to let you both enter. “Is she mad?” you heard your girlfriend whisper to you, sounding very worried. You gave her a reassuring smile and told her not to worry. Inside the three of you gathered around the coffee table. “I’m ... sorry, Chloe.” Lucy uttered, rubbing her hands. Chloe rolled her eyes, glancing at you. “I’m not mad, Lulu. Don’t treat me like some office menace. We’re friends, right?” Lucy lowered her head. “Well friends ... wouldn’t deceive one another like that.” Chloe laughed, which surprised Lucy. “Deceive? Honey, it ain’t that deep. You helped your weirdo live out his kinky fantasies. Sure, you got me involved without my knowledge or my consent - if you really want to think of it like that - but ... I’m no saint, I’m not a pure angel. Hell, your boyfriend can tell you about what I did an hour ago to prove that. I have no qualms about stomping someone into the ground if they want me to. You think I’d be upset to find out my comfy as fuck insole is sentient and having the time of his life being crushed under my foot?”

“Well ... I did ... but I didn’t think about it like this.” Chloe smiled earnestly and stood up, took Lucy’s hands and pulled her onto her feet, then held her by her shoulders and said: “I am not mad at you, Lulu. I won’t hold a grudge, I won’t tell anyone, not even Mia or Elena. I promise you.” she looked at you. “Both of you.” Lucy’s eyes glistened and she threw her arms around Chloe, embracing her in a tight hug.

After Chloe left, you sat on the couch with your girlfriend, who seemed relieved but still shaken. “I’m glad she’s so ... open about all this.” she said, and you once again noticed something about her behaviour. She couldn’t quite look at you. You gently reached for her leg and asked softly if you had done something to upset her, and you mentioned the picture Chloe had taken of you. Lucy looked at you, seeming surprised. “What? Oh no, not at all. I mean ... babe, I told you before - I don’t care if you’re attracted to anyone else’s feet. I don’t care that you had a boner when Chloe used you.” Your girlfriend blushed a little. “I ... can’t really blame you ... Chloe has very pretty feet ... when they’re not all covered in sweat.” You asked why Lucy seemed so bothered, then. She met your eyes and hers glistened again. “I ... I feel guilty.” she said and you tried not to show your amused frustration at Lucy’s naive purity. “I’m the one who didn’t want to tell her, I let her use you without even asking you, and when she found out today ... she took it all out on you. And I just got away with it. I ... I feel awful.” Lucy noticed you pulling her socks off her feet and watched as you gently lifted her bare feet up to your face and affectionately kissed her toes. “Babe ... you can’t just forgive me like that.” You narrowed your eyes at her, tickled her sole with your tongue, forcing her to suppress her laughter. “Hey stop! That’s not fair right now!” You told her to stop beating herself up. “But I’m,” You didn’t let her speak, tickling her again, then told her you got yourself into this mess to begin with, and you didn’t blame her for trying to help you live out your fantasies. You added that, in fact, you loved her to bits for doing so. Then you spent a few minutes worshipping her toes, sucking and licking each one, while Lucy calmed herself and dried her tears. “You are a weirdo, babe,” she said, smiling at you as you sucked her toes, “But I just don’t deserve you.” You furrowed your brows and dropped her feet, then moved closer to her and leaned in close, staring into her eyes. You spoke softly, telling her you didn’t deserve her either. “So ... we don’t deserve each other?” she chuckled. “How are we together, then?” You smiled and answered that you were both just very generous. “That’s stupid, babe.” You smiled and informed her that love is rather stupid, then leaned in and kissed her lips. Lucy pushed you away, laughing as she spat out into the air. “Ew, you just licked my feet! You stupid weirdo!” she laughed, and despite her words you couldn’t help but smile at your girlfriend, beaming as she wrinkled her nose at you. Feeling your smile fade, you hesitantly told Lucy about licking Chloe’s feet as well. To your surprise, Lucy seemed surprised, but not all upset. “She let you? How was it?” Now you were surprised, and lowered your brows, asking why she seemed so keen to know. Your girlfriend blushed and pouted her lips. “She ... her feet are pretty, that’s all ... I imagine it must have been ... nice.” You narrowed your eyes at her, but decided not to push the topic for the moment. You told her it was nice, but given the choice, you would lick her feet over Chloe’s any day of the week. Lucy smiled, wiggling and admiring her toes. “This is why I’m not worried, babe. You’ve proven to me so many times that, whoever may come along, whatever they may do, at the end of the day,” she licked her lips, pulled her feet close and pressed them both into your face, “you belong under my feet, and you can’t deny that.” You smiled and gladly used you tongue to prove her point.

Your phone buzzed. A message from Lucy read: “Chloe’s coming over. She’s in a bad mood. Let’s cheer her up!” You narrowed your eyes, wondering what exactly your girlfriend had in mind, and so you asked her. “Knowing her, stomping a little guy would be a fun way to vent ;)” As soon as you read that, you leapt up from the couch and hurried to get into position. Shrunk down to a height of about thirty centimetres, you lay down at the door and patiently waited. Not long after you heard the girl’s voices, then the familiar sound of your girlfriend unlocking the apartment door. Lucy smiled and winked at you as she stepped over you, leaving you unharmed. “Ugh, I’m just so pissed off. What a scumbag!” Chloe sounded very frustrated, and when you turned your head to look at her and to invite her to step on you, the sole of her right shoe already filled your vision. “That asshole tricked me into doing all that, and then charged back his donation!” She continued as she flattened your face under what seemed to be one of her sneakers. Her other foot did the same with your abdomen, private area and your thighs. “That’s terrible.” Lucy uttered, watching Chloe so worked up that she didn’t even notice you beneath her feet. “Yeah it is! I would have never done that shit if not for the money! It was a thousand dollars, Lulu!” Lucy bit her lip, torn between trying to listen to her friend’s frustrations, but also wanting to tell her about the doormat she was using. “Are you even listening?” Chloe asked, at which Lucy looked at her feet, at the pair of sneaker sandals she was wearing, the hybrid of a thick sneaker sole combined with wide straps holding her bare feet in place on the insole, showing off her cute toes with her typical pearly white-pink nail polish. Furrowing her brows, Chloe followed Lucy’s gaze and noticed you, flattened beneath her. “Hi Clayton.” she sighed, not exactly happy to see you there. “I’m not in the mood for this.” she told Lucy, who bit her lip and returned: “He’s just trying to cheer you up.” Chloe snorted and you felt the pressure of her shoe on your face increase, your skin squishing into the ridges between her treads. “Sure he is.” she said sarcastically as you felt her sliding her right foot further to the right, pulling and stretching your neck while your face remained pinned under her sandal. The sensation was strange and worrying, as you felt her seemingly trying to tear you apart beneath her feet. Your body continued to stretch and you felt your skin peeling out from between her treads, but her relentless pressure still kept you pinned. “C-Chloe,” Lucy watched nervously as her friend dug her toes into the insole of her sandal, putting as much pressure as she could onto your face and mercilessly pulling and stretching your body out, “I ... that’s ... probably painful.” Chloe stopped, sighing again, then stepped off of you. To your surprise, your body didn’t pull itself together, in fact as she stepped off of you, your face remained stuck beneath her sandal, prompting her to, rather furiously, stomp on your stretched out throat with her other foot while she leaned down to open the straps of her sandals, and step out of them. “If he wants to cheer me up, he can clean my shoes.” she grumbled and walked past Lucy into the living room, leaving you behind with one sandal embedded in your face and the other smashed onto your throat. You reflected upon that position and felt yourself laughing, realising that - as per usual - Chloe always managed to be cruel to you in ways you didn’t expect. “Sorry, babe, I didn’t think she would react like that.” Lucy said softly as you felt her fingers trying to, as gently as possible, pin your head down so she could pull the sandal from your face. “Ugh, how does she do that?” You watched her pinch her nose as she held the sandal, a mix of footwear you hadn’t actually seen before. Looking at it now, the thick platform sole with deep tread just like a running sneaker and the well designed wide straps, you wished you had gotten a look at Chloe’s feet wearing them. Lucy set the apparently smelly sandal aside, then smiled at you, giggling at your clay face stamped by the tread of the sandal, and pinned your chin down with one finger as she pulled the other sandal from your throat. “You alright?” she asked, looking at your stretched out, flattened and stamped body. All you could do in your sole print covered state was flash her half a smile, which she understood correctly as you letting her know you were fine. She smiled, then turned over the sandal she was holding, looking at the sole. “She didn’t even wipe them on the doormat.” Your girlfriend looked disgusted, but then smiled at you again. “Though that doesn’t bother you, does it?” she giggled and you couldn’t help but smile at your girlfriend knowing you too well. She set aside the sandal as well, then stood up and crossed her arms, thinking as she looked at your sorry state. “That will take forever for your body to recover.” she noted as you noticed her slipping her feet out of her sneakers. “I’ll help you a little.” she said as balanced on one foot, pulled up the other and took off the black sock she was wearing, then swapped legs and repeated the process. “My feet are a little sweaty.” she said, stuffing her socks into her sneakers. Then she straightened and smiled, knowing that, if you could talk, you would tell her you loved her feet especially when they were sweaty, which of course didn’t stop her from being a embarrassed by her feet not being perfectly clean and presentable. Towering over you she lifted one foot above you, then stomped down on your face. You shivered at the sensation of her smooth, pink and slightly sweaty sole covering your face, her soft slender toes covering your mouth, chin and cheeks while you inhaled the amazing scent of her feet. She lifted her heel and twisted you under the ball of her foot like a used up cigarette, then dug her toes into you and curled them, squishing the lower half of your face under and between her digits. She then lifted her foot, and your head with it, then tossed your head towards the rest of your body. Your stretched out throat followed suit after she used her toenails to scrape it off the floor. You looked up her long smooth legs as she stepped right up to you and used her toes to shove your head and throat roughly in the right position, before she promptly stepped on you with both feet, flattening your face and throat under the balls of her feet. She marched in place on you, trampling you, turning around as she did to give you the same treatment under her heels. You enjoyed every step she took on you and how casual she was about it, looking down at you beneath her feet only to ensure she crushed your stretched out throat back into a somewhat normal sized lump of clay skin. “Almost there.” you heard her say as she buried your face under one foot, letting you smell and taste her bare sole, while her other foot did some finishing touches to your throat. Then she stepped off and leaned down, inspecting her handiwork. By her amused smile you could tell you were thoroughly covered in her footprints. “Have fun, babe.” she said, winked at you and walked away into the living room.

It only took a few minutes for your body to recover, during which you listened to the girls talking - mostly Chloe repeatedly voicing her frustration over being scammed by a stream donator, while Lucy did what you knew she did very well - simply listening to her friend venting. You knew you yourself would have likely told her about ways to avoid that happening in the future, but as Lucy had taught you early on in your relationship - girls sometimes just want to vent to someone. Once you were able to move, you got up and looked around. Near the shoe rack stood Lucy’s black sneakers, her used black socks stuffed into the openings, and next to them stood the white pair of Chloe’s sandals. Though neither of the two pairs stood with soles down. Your girlfriend, thinking ahead, had placed them turned over and leaned against the wall, giving you easy access to the soles. You approached Chloe’s sandals first, but inspected the bottoms of both pairs of shoes. Though Lucy had complained about Chloe not wiping her feet on the doormat, she had evidently done the same. The soles of her sneakers were covered in dust and had various types of dirt and gravel stuck between the treads. Of course, unlike Chloe, Lucy hadn’t ordered you to clean her shoes - but only because she knew she didn’t have to - you always cleaned her shoes, no matter what she had stepped in. This time she had been merciful it seemed - there was no obvious faecal matter, no urine stains, no discarded food that you could recognize, no chewed gum and no member of the insect species unknowingly plastered to her sole. Though you had encountered each of those in various combinations in the past, you knew it was silly to think of your girlfriend as being “merciful” or “cruel” depending on what was stuck under her shoes - she rarely ever noticed stepping in any of those things. But it was arousing to you, having to remove any of those undesirables from her soles and imagining that she knew about it, but just expected you to do your job regardless. Now with Chloe’s sandals you couldn’t have that same fantasy. The sole of her left sandal had some chewed gum plastered across the ball of the shoe sole, wedged into the ridges between the treads, and the rest of her sole was both dusty and had plenty of mixed dirt and food scraps stuck between the treads. It seemed rather cruel, of course, but Chloe hadn’t planned on having her shoes licked, and though she had specifically ordered you to do it, you doubted she knew about most of what was stuck to her soles. In fact, you wouldn’t be at all surprised if she thought her shoes were pretty clean. Walking up to the white thick sole of her left sandal, you kneeled down to take a closer look. You were still the same size you had shrunken yourself to - taller than the length of the sole. You considered unshrinking yourself, but at the same time you liked the idea of having to work extra hard, using your tiny tongue to clean the relatively massive soles of the girl’s shoes. Kneeling before the sandal, you took in the vastness of her sole and wondered how long it would take you. One advantage of your size would be the fact your tongue would fit nicely between the tread, which should make it easier to get the dirt and crushed food out of it. As you thought about that, you considered something else. If you shrank down even further, you could probably fit your entire head into the ridges. You didn’t have to think about it much, you shrank yourself further down until you stood about two centimetres tall. Chloe’s sandal now loomed before you, the front of the shoe slightly propped up by the front strap on which it lay. You had to jump and pull yourself up onto the sole of the sandal, but once you were on it, you immediately dropped onto your hands and knees. Starting at the very tip, you lay down flat and stuck your head between the thread. That part barely touched the ground, so as you stuck your tongue out and licked every spot you could reach, you mostly just tasted slightly dirty rubber. You worked thoroughly, but slowly, moving along the ridges, licking every spot along the way. Once you began to encounter dirt you used your hands to dislodge the big chunks and tossed them behind you, then went in and licked up the rest. Though you had initially dreaded it, after eating a bunch of dirt it was a welcome change to get to the food scraps Chloe had stepped in. Of those you didn’t throw anything away, you ate it all - bits of tomato, cheese and a mess of what you assumed to be sauce and meat from a burger. You found yourself wondering, as you licked the sauce out of the ridges, how Chloe had managed to step onto an entire burger, and if there was some poor bugger out there, mourning his burger which had her footprint stamped into it. You shrugged, since it didn’t really matter - you got something out of it, after all. Of course, eating a burger from between the tread of a shoe wasn’t your preferred way to consume fast food, but all the mixed in dirt and dust surprisingly didn’t ruin the taste much. You worked your way further up the sole, keeping your head down between the tread most of the time. By now probably half an hour had passed already, and of the various rows of ridges you had not even finished one of them halfway. And while you did enjoy being this thorough, being this small on Chloe’s shoe sole, filling your mouth with the dirt, filth and food she had stepped in, you admitted to yourself that you would have to unshrink yourself soon and make some progress. After all, you were doing this to cheer her up and if she saw you right now, needlessly small and cleaning her shoe at a slower pace than a snail slithering across the sole, you doubt she would be very cheerful. Still, you were determined to at least finish this ridge, and so, with your head down, you made your way ever forward. Yet, suddenly, your head bumped into something rather spongy. And sticky. When you tried to pull your head up, you found your hair stuck to whatever was before you. Trying to free yourself with your hands, you first moved your hands along the bottoms of the treads on both sides of you, feeling for whatever you were stuck to. As you moved your hands up towards your head, your fingers sunk into a cold, wet and sticky substance. And before you could pull your hands back, your fingers were already submerged in what you realised was the used gum Chloe had stepped in. Worried, maybe even a little panicked, you began to squirm in a rather poorly thought out attempt at freeing yourself. The result was your head now stuck in the gum up to your temples and your hands completely swallowed, with your forearms stuck as well. You ceased your struggling and took a moment to breathe and think. You were stuck to the bottom of Chloe’s sandal, stuck in chewed gum that either she or some stranger had spat out only for her to step in it. This was a first. You found yourself wondering if anyone other than your girlfriend or Chloe would ever believe you, should you tell them of this moment in the future. Chloe’s reaction you could imagine pretty well - she would likely laugh, be grossed out and also call out your stupidity for getting yourself into that situation to begin with. Chloe, however, didn’t react that way. “Ugh, I forgot it in my car. I’ll get it quick.” you heard her say, still sounding frustrated, or more accurately, exhausted - probably from being so frustrated. You also noticed that she seemed to be chewing some gum. The sticky sound of her bare feet on the smooth wooden floor drew closer as she approached, and you prayed she would not get mad at seeing you in your current state. She didn’t. Chloe merely glanced at her sandals, then promptly knocked them back over and slipped her feet inside, then closed the straps. You found your world keeling over, then the weight of the sandal settled on your body, and when Chloe slid her foot in and put her weight down, your limbs and most of your body were quickly flattened and plastered along the bottoms of her treads, while your head, neck and a central stripe of your torso were forced into the ridge between them. Chloe balanced on you as she put on the other sandal, then walked over to the door, opened it and went out into the stairwell. Each step on the cold and unforgiving stone floor crushed your skin under her treads, while you faintly heard the sound of her bare feet peeling from the insoles of the sandals as she lifted them. You were pounded into every other stair step as Chloe hurried down the stairs. She painfully twisted and scraped your skin under her sole whenever her foot swivelled a little, and as she reached the bottom and walked out of the building, gravel and the hard, partly damaged sidewalk only added to the suffering she was inflicting on you without even being aware of it. She walked through the parking lot, flattening you into the pavement until she got to her car, where she first stood, then leaned forward onto her toes as she retrieved something from the trunk. After she closed it, she began to walk back, but stopped. “Bet he’ll enjoy this.” you heard her say, then heard her spitting something out. When she lifted her foot, you already knew what it was, though you were in utter disbelief nonetheless. Chloe stepped on her spat out gum, twisted her foot on it twice, then put her foot back and check over her shoulder if the gum was stuck to her sole. The wet, sticky gum she had crushed you into, now completely covered your body and plastered you to her sole, the result of which was Chloe seeing nothing but two wads of gum stuck under her sandal. She snorted, then made her way back, crushing and flattening the gum into your back, encasing you in a sticky, wet and airtight prison against her sole. As she made her way up the stairs, she took some time to grind her sandal in every bit spot of dirt she found, trying to make the gum absorb as much filth as possible, all the while completely unaware of you suffocating under her shoe. You struggled to endure your body screaming out for air - something you didn’t actually need when shrunk, but your body was incapable of learning that. So instead, as each step squished more gum into the ridge, surrounding and encasing you, hugging every part of your body and your face, you listened to Chloe’s foot peeling from the insole as she, in no hurry whatsoever, made her way up the stairs. By the time she reached the top, some gum had found its way into your mouth which you had failed to close as your body worked against you. You involuntarily chewed on it, tasting both what remained of the original flavour, mixed with dirt and Chloe’s saliva, while she knocked on the door and waited for Lucy to open the door. “Got it.” she said, holding up the bag she had forgotten in her car, then stepped inside. As she opened the straps of her sandals, she froze and asked: “Where’s your boyfriend?” Lucy, having already searched for you, shrugged. “I don’t know, I was just looking for him myself.” Chloe, standing on you, looked at the shoe rack and noted Lucy’s sneaker still there, with her socks in them. “Well he didn’t sneak off to sniff your shoes.” The pressure increased as she lifted the other foot and looked at the sole of the sandal. “And he hasn’t even touched my sandals.” Lucy looked at her friend’s feet. “Are you sure? I’d expect him to be all over those.” Chloe raised a brow, wiggled her toes in the sandals. “Really? I don’t even like this pair that much.” Lucy cleared her throat quietly and swallowed, tearing her eyes from her friend’s pretty toes. “I think they look great on you.” Chloe grinned and narrowed her eyes at Lucy. “Well thank you, but since when do you compliment anything about my feet?” Lucy swallowed again. “If anything, you always complain about how smelly and sweaty they are.” Under her sole, encased in her used gum, unable to move, see or breathe, you found yourself wishing you could smell Chloe’s feet right now. “Nevermind that, we need to find Clayton.” you heard your girlfriend stress and very much agreed with her. Chloe stepped out of her sandals and began to look around, wondering if you had shrunk and were hiding somewhere. “I ... wasn’t too harsh to him earlier, right?” she asked after a while, thinking about how she had stepped on you and nearly pulled your head off. Your girlfriend laughed and said: “Oh no. Believe, he has begged me to treat him much worse than that.”

“Really? I really can’t see you treating anyone badly, even if they beg you to.”

“It was a steep learning curve.” Lucy agreed, then looked at her friend. “But you’re a natural at it.” Chloe snorted and shook her head dismissively. “No, honestly! Your first step in here and you already dominated him.”

“Lulu, stop being silly.” Lucy laughed. “I’m not! You even told him to lick your shoes afterwards! You’re playing right into his fantasy, and so effortlessly too.” Chloe furrowed her brows. “Huh? I didn’t tell him to lick my shoes.” Lucy’s face blanked for a moment. “Didn’t you?”

“I told him to clean my shoes.” Chloe corrected. “Like with ... water and a brush.” You heard your girlfriend break into uneasy laughter. “Ah ... yeah ... no he ... he uses his tongue, if anything.” Chloe stopped what she was doing and walked over to Lucy. “So when you told me he always “cleans” your shoes, you mean he,”

“Licks them all clean, yeah. As soon as I get home.” Chloe, flabbergasted, reached down and grabbed one of Lucy’s sneakers, showing her the sole. “He ... licks all of ... that?” Lucy, by now blushing rather hard, nodded. Chloe took a breath and dropped the sneaker. “I mean ... shit, I thought what Lina liked doing was weird, but she only does it on stream and for money. Do you ever clean your shoes yourself?” Lucy sucked her lip in and said: “Very rarely. When they’re really muddy or I stepped in something weird. Though Clayton always insists I don’t need to.”

“Is he trying to get sick?”

“Oh, no, he can stomach pretty much anything. The whole shrinking thing affects his body in many ways. He doesn’t even need to exercise to stay fit.” Chloe looked almost offended by that. “That’s not fair!” she declared, while you were still stuck in the gum stuck under her sandal. Lucy laughed, but then grew a bit more serious. “That being said, he does feel pain like everyone else.” she said, sounding worried, to which Chloe grabbed her arms. “Don’t worry, I’m sure he’s fine. He might be hiding in one of your shoes.” Lucy shook her head. “No, he ... he probably did what you told him to.” Chloe looked over at her sandals. “You mean ...” her eyes widened and she hurried over to her sandal, the one you were stuck to, and turned it over. “Chloe?” Lucy wondered at the sudden reaction. “I’ve got gum stuck on this one!” Chloe cursed and showed her the sandal. “He ... he might be stuck in it.” she added, looking both worried and embarrassed. Lucy took a closer look and said: “I don’t see him. He doesn’t shrink himself that small, usually.” But those words didn’t ease Chloe’s worry. “I’ve got a ... hunch.” she said and got up, hurried into to the bathroom and held the sandal under the running faucet. The rushing of water nearly deafened you, but at the same time you felt your stick prison slowly releasing you. “Oh thank fuck!” Chloe gasped with relief, then caught you in her palm as the water dislodged you from the bottom of her shoe. You lay there, taking deep breaths into your compressed chest, while Chloe showed you to Lucy. “Babe, are you alright?” You nodded to the relief of both girls. “God, I’m such an ... idiot.” Chloe muttered and, upon seeing Lucy’s puzzling look, explained: “I didn’t notice him when I went down to get my stuff for tonight.” Lucy raised her brows. “He was stuck under your sandal?” Chloe nodded, and looking utterly ashamed added: “And ... down in the parking lot I spat out my gum and stepped in it ... because I thought he’d be cleaning my shoes the normal way ... you know I wanted to give him something to struggle with.” She then looked at you, your tiny stamped self in her palm. “God, I’m so sorry, Clayton.”

Once you had recovered, the girls asked you to unshrink yourself and join them in the living room. You asked about their shoes, to which Chloe seemed baffled. “After all this you still want to lick my shoes?!” You chewed on your lip, not sure how to respond. “You are something else, Clay.” she laughed and playfully pushed you towards the couch. You sat down next to Lucy, while Chloe sat on the other side of the coffee table. “Ugh, I feel terrible.” she complained, shaking her head at you. “I ... can’t even imagine what that must have been like.” You asked if she wanted you to describe it. She took a deep breath, glanced briefly at Lucy, then said: “You know how curious I am.” You laughed, then began to recount the situation starting from you shrinking yourself smaller to get into the ridges between her treads. “What the fuuuuuck.” Chloe sighed as she covered her face with one hand. You decided not to mention the dirt all that much, and it turned out to be a good idea when she reacted to the next detail. “Huh? You ... you ate what?” You repeated the ingredients you could make out and your suspicion as to what she had stepped in. “You’d think I’d notice stepping on a fucking burger!” she exclaimed, upset, though she wasn’t mad at you more than she was at herself. “Oh my god.” she sighed again. “I can’t believe ... you ate that .... from under my shoe.” You bit your lip, feeling as if you had said too much. “Sorry, I’m not trying to demean you.” she added and leaned forward. “What happened next?” You described briefly how you got yourself stuck in the gum, which visibly grossed out both of the girls. And before you continued, Chloe spoke up again: “And then ... you were stuck there ... and I put my sandals back on.” You nodded to which Chloe covered her face with both hands, yelled into them and then brusher her hair back, smiling and waiting for you to continue. She didn’t interject anymore as you described the rest of what happened - the flight down the stairs, the walk across the parking lot, and of course the freshly spat out gum which she encased you in. When you finished, Chloe’s head hung loose as she held herself up with her arms on her knees. “Clay,” she said and raised her head, “How are you not yelling at me, right now?” You thought about how to answer that question. “Let me get a few things straight.” she said and you decided to listen. “I crushed you under my shoe, walked with you stuck to my sole, then covered you in my used gum.” You nodded. “At which point you couldn’t breath, or see, or even move.” You nodded again. “And then I walked on you some more.” You nodded and she looked at Lucy. “Am I the crazy one, or should he not be this calm?” Lucy smiled and suddenly put one foot up against the side of your face, prompting you to put your nose against the arches of her toes. “He loves being treated like that.” she said, to which Chloe rubbed her forehead. “Yeah, I ... I get that, but ... that just seems so much more extreme than,” she indicated you sniffing your girlfriend’s toes, “That.” Lucy shrugged and dropped her foot in your lap, then placed her other foot next to it, letting you massage her slightly sweaty, soft soles. You told Chloe, as earnestly as you could, that you never hold unintentional things like that against anyone, not her and not Lucy. After all, it was your own fault you got stuck in the gum to begin with. Had you not shrunken yourself so small, this wouldn’t have happened. “I guess.” Chloe shrugged. “But ... I still feel awful about doing that to you.” You shook your head and added that, after your previous experiences under her feet, you knew not to expect her to go easy on you. “I wasn’t trying to do that, though.” Chloe laughed, finally loosening up. Lucy smiled at her friend, then looked at you and lifted one foot to your mouth, letting you kiss her toes. “How about she makes it up to you?” Chloe raised a brow at her friend. “Lulu?” Your girlfriend grinned and shook her head. “Don’t worry. Just let him lick your sandals and you’re even, right babe?” Kissing her toes, you looked at Chloe, at her feet, and imagined the state of her sandals’ insoles, then nodded eagerly. Chloe blinked at you, reflecting on the fact she had absolutely tortured you, and as an apology, would get her shoes licked by you. She made a few attempts at saying something, stopping herself each time, before she finally turned to Lucy: “How the hell did you find a guy like that?” You weren’t sure if she meant that in a good way or not, but then she looked at you and asked: “Do you have any friends that are ... as ... devoted as you are?” You noticed she wiggled her toes as she asked that. You shook your head with an apologetic smile, to which Chloe sighed, a little disappointed. And as you smelt Lucy’s toes and gently kissed them, you noticed your girlfriend also admiring Chloe’s nail polish. This was one of multiple instances in recent days, where you wondered if your obsession with feet had rubbed off on your partner.

“Fine, I’ll enjoy you for today, then.” Chloe said and smiled at you, glanced at Lucy. “If that’s alright with you. As I’ve said before - I don’t want to intrude on your relationship.” Lucy shook her head at her friend, then pulled her foot from your mouth and pressed it against the side of your head, pushing you away. “Go clean her shoes, babe.” You got up from the couch, smiling to yourself, excited by this situation. Chloe’s mere presence seemed to encourage your girlfriend to act a little bolder, to treat you more like her slave then she usually dared to. And you loved it. As you walked past Chloe, though, she stopped you with one leg against your thighs. “Bring our shoes here.” she said to you, looking up at you with an intense look in her eyes. “I want to watch you clean them.” The girls giggled to each other as you came back both with Chloe’s sandals, as well as Lucy’s sneakers. Chloe had switched seats to sit next to your girlfriend. “Can I just,” she asked both you and Lucy, “Order you? I don’t know how you two do things, usually.” Lucy seemed rather excited to watch her friend command you, and you declared you would obey either of them, no matter what. Chloe bit her lip with an excited smile, then pointed down at her feet. “Get on the floor.” Both girls raised their legs as you, prone, crawled into position beneath them. Lucy put her feet on your back and rubbed her slightly sweaty soles off on your shirt. Chloe slid forward a little to put her feet on the side of your face and said: “Clean my sandals.” You reached for her left sandal, the one you had been stuck under until she had rinsed it off. A sudden, unexpected stomp on your head stopped you. “That one’s almost clean already, do the other one.” You swallowed, pinned under Chloe’s feet, her toes just at the edge of your vision, realising that you were at the mercy of someone experienced in dominating slaves beneath her, who was far less hesitant and gentle than your girlfriend. So you grabbed the other sandal, your hand under the straps and against the insole, where you felt the damp material soaked with sweat. You were rather tempted to lick the insoles first, to taste Chloe’s delicious sweat, but felt her watchful gaze from above, waiting to see you lick the dirty bottom of her shoe. You slid the chunky sandal towards you as you stuck out your tongue, then pressed the heel of the sandal against it, wiggling your tongue along the tread as you slowly dragged the sandal along, licking off the roughest dust, dried dirt and food scraps. Chloe’s feet, her right squishing down on your cheek and her left resting on your temple, flexed and shifted as she curled her toes watching you lick her footwear. “I can see why you let him do that.” she noted and looked at Lucy, who was still giving your lower back a massage with her feet. “I don’t really watch him do it.” she said, to which Chloe raised a brow. “Really? So ... he just does it because he wants to?” You stopped licking to explain, but Chloe stomped your head into the floor again. “I’m talking to Lulu, not you. You keep licking.” she said sternly, then giggled as you immediately obeyed. “Well, we’ve talked about his fantasies and why he likes doing all this stuff.” Lucy continued, swallowing at the way Chloe treated you. “It’s a humiliation thing. He likes the feeling of being beneath me ... well, women in general, I guess. Licking the dirt from our shoes just plays into that.” Chloe shuddered, recalling something. “Ugh, I just thought of that scumbag again.” she said and narrowed her eyes as she looked down on you. You felt her feet pressing you against the floor, smothering you. “Do you ever use him to just ... cool off?” she asked as she lifted her feet, smiled at the yellow pressure footprints on the side of your face, then rested her feet on you again as she looked at Lucy. “That’s how he got me into all this. I’m often stressed after work because of annoying co-workers or frustrating customers. He always massaged my feet, which already helped me relax, but one day he suggested that I use him like a footstool and pretend he is whatever person I’m frustrated with.” Lucy lifted her toes and twisted her heels into your back as she bit her lip and continued: “It seemed a little odd at first, but it ... worked. I was as gentle as I could be, of course, but even just resting my feet on his face and pretending he was one of my stuck-up customers really helped me deal with my frustration.” She blushed and added: “Once I let him kiss and lick my feet, it became my go-to method to unwind.” Chloe smiled, then glanced down at you beneath her. You were shoving your tongue into the ridges between her treads, trying to dislodge dirt and food scraps, using your teeth if that didn’t work. “Did he tell you that he licked my feet that one time?” she asked, to which Lucy nodded. “Yeah, he did. I don’t mind, though.” Chloe narrowed her eyes and smirked. “You’re not jealous?” Lucy shook her head, glancing down towards Chloe’s feet. “Feet are feet. Our relationship isn’t defined by his fetish. It is a big part, sure, but so are the many other ways in which we show each other our affection and loyalty.”

“Now I’m starting to get jealous.” Chloe sighed, curling her toes to the point she covered one of your eyes. Lucy, licking her lips, looked at her friend and asked: “What about you and Lina?” Chloe shook her head dismissively. “That’s more of a platonic relationship with some spice, if anything. Lina is as much of a hopeless sub as she is a friend. She loves licking my feet and being stepped on, but she doesn’t love me that way. Besides, even if I’m not exactly straight, I still lean more towards dudes than girls.” she explained rather casually. Eating some manner of crushed fruit from her sandal, you were surprised with how openly she talked about these things. You also felt yourself glancing at the glimpses of her toes looming at the edge of your vision and wishing you could lick them. “Are you done with that one?” she asked, her feet smothering you as she leaned forward to inspect your progress. “Ah, good enough.” she said, then watched you turn the sandal over. You pressed the insole against your face and began to lick it, tasting traces of her foot sweat. “He licks the inside, too?” Chloe wondered, looking to Lucy for answers. “He told me that’s his favourite part.” She raised a brow and watched you lick the part of her sandal constantly pressed against the sole of her foot. “Is it the smell?” she asked you, lifting her toes to show you were allowed to answer this time. You nodded, but added that it’s the taste as well, that you really only liked the insoles if they were recently worn and there was some sweat left. “Reminds me of my ex.” Chloe twisted her mouth and lowered her toes, as you continued your duty. “When he told me about his foot fetish, I thought for sure he’d be grossed out by smelly, sweaty feet.” She snorted, raising her brows as you licked her toeprints. “Couldn’t have been more wrong.” Lucy also laughed and said: “Clayton was actually a little disappointed that I don’t sweat that much. Though my feet still smell very nice to him, apparently.” You felt a wave of arousal, just remembering the smell of your girlfriend’s toes - a scent that was just perfect - not too intense, not cheesy, just addicting. Even after years of being under her feet, you couldn’t get enough of the simple pleasure of smelling her toes. “I wonder what that’s like.” Chloe chuckled and rubbed her feet on your face. “Imagine enjoying the smell of the changing room after the gym.” Both girls laughed, as you recalled your experience in the gym - an experience were smell was the last of your concerns. “Okay, loser.” Chloe tapped your temple with her left foot, then leaned forward. “Here’s a reward.” You heard her spit, then saw her saliva splat onto the insole of her sandal. “You may lick that off, then go clean your girlfriend’s shoes before you get your spit all over my sandals.” You swallowed, staring at Chloe’s saliva spreading out across her toeprints. “Oh, he’s ... he’s not into that.” Lucy muttered awkwardly. Chloe’s face flushed. “Huh? Wait, really? Lina loves that, I thought that’s a foot fetish thing!” You told her its fine, closed your eyes and licked the spit from inside her sandal, swallowing with a little trouble. She lifted her feet from your head and said: “My bad, I should have asked first.” You insisted it was fine. After a short silence you added, to both your and Lucy’s surprise, that you kinda enjoyed that. “Well, I can always spit on you some more.” Chloe laughed, as you set aside her sandal and grabbed Lucy’s sneakers. “Lie on your back, babe.” your girlfriend pointed at the floor under her feet. You repositioned, and found yourself staring up at her smooth soft soles, which she pressed down on your face while picked up one of her sneakers. She pulled the sock out of it, then moved her feet from your face and covered your nose with the sock, followed by her right foot, her toes pinning the sock beneath them to ensure you had to breath through the sweaty cotton. Your eyes rolled up as you took deep long breaths, inhaling and savouring the smell of her sock and toes and loving the fact you were forced to breathe nothing else. Lucy, meanwhile, slipped her left foot into her sneaker, then hovered it over you, hesitating. “Wanna try something?” she asked you, and in your dazed state you simply nodded, then watched your girlfriend bring her foot up onto her right knee, turning the sole up towards her, before she leaned over it, pursed her lips and spat onto it. Chewing on her lip she quickly brought the foot down to your face, hovering over your mouth until you stuck out your tongue and began to lick her saliva from the bottom of her sneaker. You swallowed her spit, again with some difficulty, yet this time it aroused you considerably, knowing it was Lucy’s spit. She leaned back, smiling as she blushed a little, while you continued to lick the dirt from her sneaker. “You enjoyed that, huh?” Chloe noted, seeing her flustered friend smiling to herself. You didn’t hear Lucy’s response, and instead suddenly felt Chloe’s feet between your legs, her toes digging into your shorts, her soles rubbing against your erection. “And Clay liked it, too!” she laughed, twisting her feet on your privates. Lucy leaned forward and looked at you licking her shoe. “Did you?” You nodded, though you wondered if the girls were aware that your judgement was a little impaired at the moment. Your girlfriend raised a brow and glanced at Chloe, who suddenly moved her feet onto your stomach. Moving all of her weight on top of you, she stood up and stepped up onto your chest. The curvy blonde towered over you, while her considerable weight made it rather difficult to breathe, which wasn’t helped by your girlfriend forcing you to breath through her sock and toes while you licked her shoe sole. Lucy moved her left foot from your mouth down to the ground beside your throat, while both her and Chloe leaned over you, holding back their hair. “Open wide.” Chloe said with a smile. You swallowed, wondering what you had gotten yourself into, then opened your mouth. Chloe pursed her pretty lips as you heard her pooling her saliva, before she spat it right into your mouth, hitting your bottom teeth and tongue. You tasted her spit running down your tongue towards your throat, while she giggled and marched in place on your chest. You were disgusted by what you let her do to you, yet as you looked at her smiling at you, this effortlessly gorgeous girl trampling your chest under her feet, you couldn’t help but enjoy swallowing her spit. Now you saw Lucy leaning over you and snorting as she gathered saliva and mucus in her mouth, then spat it into your mouth, the thick load hitting the back of your throat. “Sorry.” she giggled, clearly not all that worried more than she was excited by all this. She then brought her left foot up to your mouth again, prompting you to continue licking the dirt from her shoe. “I’ve got an idea.” Chloe said and crouched down on your chest, grabbed Lucy’s other sneaker and pulled the sock out of it. She pulled the opening apart and spat into it, then held the sock for Lucy to spit in as well. The girls took a few turns adding their saliva and nasal mucus into the sock, while you had no choice but to watch as you licked your girlfriend’s sneaker and sniffed her sock and toes. Lucy then moved her left foot aside once more and wrinkled her nose in disgust as Chloe dangled the sock, spit pooling at the toe area and slowly oozing out, over your mouth and lowered it into it. “All yours. Enjoy!” Chloe laughed as you hesitantly closed your mouth with the sock inside and began to suck on it, drawing the foot sweat and spit out of the cotton. This was certainly a first. Having them spit into your mouth was one thing. Sucking their spit out of your girlfriend’s used sock? If you hadn’t been so aroused, you would have likely been too busy gagging to even enjoy the smell of Lucy’s toes. At this point, though, you weren’t sure if you could even catch a moment to stop them. And with the way both of them seemed to enjoy themselves, you decided it would be better to not even try. Lucy, smiling, met your eyes for just a moment, then bit her lip as her smile faded a little. Reaching down she grabbed her sock and pulled it out your mouth and tossed it aside. “You okay, babe?” she asked, lifting her right foot from your nose to caress your cheek with her toes. You swallowed, gagged and admitted that it was a little too much. Chloe frowned, still crouched on your chest. “Did I overdo it again?” she asked, but you assured her it was fine, just something you hadn’t done before. You added that it grossed you out a bit, but you also enjoyed it at the same time. You probably just needed to get used to it. “That’s nonsense.” Lucy protested. “If you don’t like it, we won’t do it.” You smiled at your girlfriend and corrected her that you did like it and you added that both her and Chloe seemed to enjoy it, too. “I ... I liked it a little.” your girlfriend admitted and blushed, to which Chloe simply said: “I love it. It’s gross, but that’s what makes it kinda exciting, too. Not even Lina likes swallowing my spit, but that is exactly why it turns her on when I make her do it.” Lucy furrowed her brows. “I just ... don’t like doing stuff to someone if they’re not fully onboard with it.”

“That’s perfectly fair, Lulu.” Chloe stressed, then looked at you. “Do you want us to stop spitting on you?” You swallowed, looking up at both of the girls, feeling somewhat conflicted. Then you shook your head, but asked them to tone it down a little. Chloe smiled and turned to Lucy. “See? Communication is key.” Lucy pouted and said: “I know that, I was the one that noticed we were going too far.”

“Duh, he’s your boyfriend. You’ve got a much better eye for that than I can possibly have.” You interjected, promising you would let both of them know if they started to go too far again. With that Lucy pinned her sock under her toes again and moved her other foot so you could continue cleaning her shoe. Chloe grabbed the other sneaker again and began to wipe it on your tongue, alternating with Lucy. You were thus turned from shoe licker into doormat, as the girls wiped off the dirt from Lucy’s sneakers into your mouth. Chloe even began to “help” you whenever she noticed the dirt on your tongue making it difficult to swallow, by having you stick out your tongue so she could spit on it to give you some moisture. After watching it for a few times, Lucy joined in, spitting either on the sole of her sneaker, or in your mouth, as you swallowed all the dirt and saliva without protest or hesitation. Eventually Chloe got off your chest and sat down on the coffee table, then forced her foot into Lucy’s sneaker and began to wipe it on your tongue. You were now flanked by both girls, your tongue scraped by Lucy’s sneakers in opposite directions in an alternating fashion, while both Chloe and your girlfriend continued to pause and spit either onto the soles or directly on your tongue. You lay there for around twenty minutes, tasting and swallowing all the dust and dirt from your girlfriend’s shoe soles, as well as her and Chloe’s spit as they both laughed at this situation they put you in. “Good enough, hm?” Chloe asked, inspecting the sole you had licked clean. Lucy agreed and looked down at you. “Want a break?” You took a moment to shove your nose up against her sock and toes, inhaling deeply, then told her you were ready for whatever they wanted to do next. “He’s got stamina!” Chloe laughed as she pulled Lucy’s sneaker from her foot and curiously took a whiff from the shoe, grimacing at the smell. “Ugh, our foot scents do not mix well.” Lucy raised a brow, grabbing the sock lying on your nose with her toes and tossing it aside. Chloe smirked at you and placed the sneaker with the opening over your nose. Then both girls, giggling, placed one foot each on top of the sole of the shoe, pressing it down on your face and trapping your nose inside. What you inhaled was a strange and intense mixture of the familiar scent of your girlfriend’s feet, mixed with the stronger stench from Chloe’s sweaty foot. As if on cue, Chloe wiggled the foot that had been inside the sneaker over your mouth and furrowed her brows at how sweaty it was. “Closed shoes in this heat are just not for me.” she said as you felt her toes on your lips, pressing down, demanding a response from you, while you inhaled the stench those toes had produced inside your girlfriend’s sneaker. “Ew.” Lucy twisted her mouth, seeing Chloe’s toes wet with sweat crushing your lips until you gave in and allowed them into your mouth. As your tongue pushed between them and you began to suck, it felt like you had already licked her toes with how wet they were, but instead of saliva you tasted nothing but concentrated, salty foot sweat. “What do you mean, “Ew”?” Chloe snorted. “My feet were even more sweaty when I “borrowed” him for my running shoes.” she said as she shoved her foot deeper into your mouth, letting your tongue get to more of her sole while her toes curled and spread. “We didn’t know you wear them barefoot.” Lucy giggled, recalling her shock at seeing her friend’s sweaty foot emerge from her running sneaker, while your shrunken insole form was in her hands, about to enter that selfsame shoe. Chloe laughed. “At least he can breathe this time.” she said, but then looked at Lucy’s sneaker covering your nose. “Well, kinda.” she added, and made another push of her foot deeper into your mouth, forcing your jaw to its limit as her toes began to trigger your gag response. “Hey, don’t overdo it!” Lucy gasped, seeing more than half of Chloe’s foot inside your mouth. Chloe did ease off, blushing a little as she pulled her foot out. “Sorry, force of habit.” she said, looking at you apologetically, then felt you licking the sole of her foot as it hovered over your mouth. She flexed her foot, help you lick the full length of her sole, from her heel to her toes. You glanced at your girlfriend and saw what you suspected you would - she was biting her lip and watching closely as you worshipped Chloe’s foot. “Do you wanna come with us tonight?” Chloe suddenly asked you. You stopped licking and asked what their plans were. “Partying!” The blonde did a little dance, smacking your face with her foot. “He hates parties.” Lucy said before you could, to which Chloe stopped dancing and crossed her legs, dangling her foot so you could stare at the sole. “Ah, introverted?” she asked with an understanding smile, as your eyes were glued to her sole. She spread her toes and narrowed her eyes, glanced at Lucy. “Buuuut you took him to the club with you that one time.” Lucy blushed and glared at you. “You told her?” You stuttered, saying that you didn’t know you were supposed to keep that a secret. Lucy pouted, but you could already tell she wasn’t really upset. “Not a secret, just ... I’m not happy about what I did that night.” You sighed and grabbed her ankle, moved her foot closer and planted kisses all along the bottom of her foot. “That’s our Lulu, huh?” Chloe sighed, smirking at your pouting girlfriend. “You’re too pure for your own good.”

“Did he tell you he was stuck in my high heel all night long? Because I forgot about him?”

“He mentioned that, yes.”

“I forgot about my boyfriend!” Chloe raised a brow and pointed down at you kissing Lucy’s foot. “Does he look upset to you?” Your girlfriend pouted again, sneering at Chloe and curling her toes as you kissed her sole. “Anyways,” Chloe looked down at you, “my idea for tonight was for you to hitch a ride in our heels.” She raised a finger at Lucy to keep her quiet. “No, we won’t forget about him, because when we get back from the club,” she looked at you again, “You’ll clean every inch of our heels after we’ve danced in them.” She bit her lip and raised her chin a little, then added: “And if you do that well ... maybe we’ll let you lick our feet again.” She chuckled at your flushed face, then looked at Lucy with a smile. “What do you think, Lulu?” Your girlfriend furrowed her brows, then pushed her sneaker from your nose and beckoned you to sit up. She grabbed your chin, leaned in and looked right into your eyes. “Would you like that?” You shivered, a wave of arousal rippling through you at the sudden dominating attitude of your usually sweet, shy girlfriend. You nodded, feeling like a nervous puddle in her grip. She smiled, then whispered: “Beg for it.” Your eyes widened, as did Chloe’s, who quietly watched this happen. You began to plead, begging your girlfriend to let you come to the club with them, asking to be their insole for the whole night, for the privilege of tasting their sweat as they dance on you, and to be allowed lick their shoes clean afterwards. Lucy tried to maintain her cool, confident smile, but her face flushed and she became increasingly flustered as she listened to your pleas. She finally broke as Chloe laughed. “Oh god,” Lucy grinned at you and kissed your forehead, “Sorry, babe. I tried.” she laughed, to which you muttered how amazing that was and how well she did. “Fuck yeah you did, Lulu. I almost wanted to switch places with him!” Chloe laughed. Lucy blushed, melting at the praise, covering her face with both hands. “No, that was awful!” she whined. “That was hot, Lulu.” You agreed, gently rubbing your girlfriend’s feet. She took a minute to collect herself. “Okay.” she brushed her hair aside and sat up straight, the embarrassed smile still on her lips. “Let’s make a plan for the night, then.”

The plan was not what you had expected. Both girls wore black dresses - Chloe's sparkled in the light, while Lucy's was smooth and tightly hugged her slender body. They had allowed you to admire both of their outfits as they did up their hair and put on their makeup, walking in and out of the bathroom while you were shrunken on the floor, dodging their high heels left and right - Chloe’s Platform heels and Lucy’s high heeled sandals. When they were ready, Lucy had picked you up and asked: “Who’s going to wear him first?” Chloe, however, held a piece of gum which she was about to put in her mouth, but stopped as she locked eyes with you. “Crazy idea.” she prefaced and gave you a smile that worried you.

The girls were on their way now, chatting and checking their phones and purses, making sure they would have everything and wouldn’t get to the club too early. You, meanwhile, heard every single word Chloe said with almost painful clarity. You weren’t sure why you had agreed to her idea, nor did you know how Lucy was okay with it, but at this very moment you were inside Chloe’s mouth, stuck to her molars, as she chewed you in place of her actual gum. She chatted casually with your girlfriend, while her molars crushed you between them, flattening you against her teeth, until she peeled you off with her tongue, slid you around her mouth so you ended up between her teeth on the other side. Lucy said something which you couldn’t quite make out as Chloe ground her teeth on you, brutally crushing you with her powerful bite. “I won’t swallow him, Lulu. Do you know how hard it is to swallow gum?” Chloe asked, running her tongue along your body stuck to her upper molars. “I know, just ... be careful.” your girlfriend sounded every bit as worried as she should. Yet she allowed Chloe to continue chewing you as her human gum. “No offense, Clay,” Chloe said, dunking you into her saliva under her tongue. “But you don’t taste great.” she laughed and moved you between her molars once more. For how little she liked your taste, she certainly went to town on you. In fact, you remained inside her mouth, chewed on, crushed between her teeth and pulled free whenever you got stuck, for the whole time she and Lucy waited in line to get into the club. “Do you want to wear him inside?” she asked Lucy, leaning close to her. “Not with your spit all over him.” Lucy laughed, though she still sounded worried. Chloe pinned you between her teeth and stretched you using her tongue, then said: “More fun for me, then.”

Once they got inside, the music drowned out almost everything that wasn’t Chloe’s booming voice. “Let’s get drinks first.” she suggested and chewed you all the way to the bar. “Huh?” she asked and leaned towards Lucy. “Nah, I didn’t forget.” she laughed, opened her mouth and pulled you from her teeth. Without even looking at you she reached down to her feet, lifted one foot inside her high heels and stuck you onto the insole, right under her bare heel, which she quickly brought down on you. Even over the loud music you heard Chloe’s laughter, as she casually crushed you beneath her heel, spreading you out along the insole of her high heel, while she enjoyed her drink with Lucy. Her heel began to crush and mould you as she bounced to the music. You noticed your body behaving a little differently this time. As her heel lifted, you were stuck face first against it, yet your back also remained stuck to the insole of her high heel. Her chewing you had apparently caused your clay skin to behave more like very sticky gum, and thus you were thoroughly stuck to both the underside of her sweaty heel and her insole, alternating between being stretched and squished beneath by her. “Check it, Lulu.” you barely made out the words as Chloe tilted her foot and lifted her heel as far as her shoe allowed, stretching you out for your girlfriend to see. “What the heck?” Lucy was torn between being amazed and horrified at your state - a stretchy pulp stuck under her friend’s foot. “He’s never been like that!” she almost yelled so Chloe could understand her. “I know, right?!” Chloe yelled back, biting her lip as she glanced down at you and put her weight back down on you, sealing you under her heel. You felt her weight peak as she bent her other leg, and when she then swivelled, wiggling her heel on you, smothering you, it was clear she greatly enjoyed this. So much so, she kept you firmly crushed under her for several minutes, denying you any slither of air. Only when she finally shifted her weight to her other foot did you actually detach from her heel and got a chance to inhale the mixture of scents surrounding you - the smell of booze, hot stale air, vapour from smoke machines, and of course Chloe’s dominating foot stench. You were hesitant to call it “stench”, though. It had been overwhelming in the past, but with the amount of time you had spent under her soles by now, you had grown to enjoy her unique scent. That almost tranquil thought was suddenly interrupted by your eyes stinging, your nose filling with liquid and a familiar taste hitting your tongue - Chloe’s sweat had begun to drip onto you from her heel. Blinking didn’t help your vision much, as your face was a mould of Chloe’s heel, and thus her sweat pooled on top of you. Above you was her massive pink sole, visibly wet, sweat pooling at the centre of her heel before dropping down on you. You shut your eyes at each drop, while Chloe laughed above you, enjoying herself along with your girlfriend. Their laughter was suddenly muffled when she slammed her heel back down on you. “C’mon, dance time!” she declared, dragging Lucy along towards the dance floor, her energetic steps turning you into the same sticky pulp you had been before, with your face plastered to the underside of her heel as each step compressed and then stretched you. Even from your very restricted position you could quickly tell that Chloe loved dancing. You were smothered and kneaded in a way that left no doubt - every part of her body was in constant motion, matching the pounding beat of the music. With her heel stamped into your face you were able to hear her voice and her unbothered, but rather poor attempts of singing along with whatever was playing at the moment. Of course, other than the bass and drums you couldn’t make out much of the song. Chloe was too busy having a good time to let you share in the enjoyment. Though as you thought about it - you were glad about your situation. Your few experiences with clubs weren’t exactly nice or worth remembering. You would go so far as to say that you much preferred being stuck inside the high heel and smothered beneath the sweaty foot of a hot girl, who you ordinarily would at most watch from afar - too intimidated by their attractiveness to even dare approach them. Chloe kept dancing on you, letting you drink her foot sweat while you suffocated purely because you were stuck fast to the bottom of her heel. She really struck you as that type of girl - so confident and attractive you would have never dared to talk to her. After all, you only knew her through Lucy. Your face caved in as Chloe stopped dancing and simply stood on you. “Let’s get drinks, I’m parched!” she suggested, while you were busy drinking mouthfuls of her sweat. At least she kept you hydrated. As the girls walked towards the bar, Chloe stopped and gave you a very deliberate smothering with her heel. “Lulu!” she called out and waited for Lucy to lean in. “Let’s get him out of there. I wanna have him vibe with us, you know?” Lucy shrugged and nodded. You felt yourself being stretched as the pressure vanished. Chloe tilted and raised her foot. She pulled her high heel a little further away from her bare heel and laughed when your body simply stretched even more, remaining utterly stuck between her foot and insole. You felt her fingers - especially her long fake nails - trying to peel you free with no success. About to lose her balance, she slammed her foot back down and leaned in to speak into Lucy’s ear. “He’s literally stuck! I can’t get him out!” Your girlfriend, of course, grew worried at that and glanced at her friends bare feet inside of her heels and saw you - a flesh coloured pulp oozing out from beneath the heel. “Let’s go to the bathroom!” her friend suggested. “I’ve got an idea.”

Inside the bathroom Lucy crouched before Chloe, who had tried to take off her high heel, something your stretchy body stubbornly prevented from happening. “Let’s try water.” Lucy nodded and grabbed Chloe’s ankle, then carefully helped her prop her foot up on one of the sinks. You suddenly felt cold water hit your body, chilling you from head to toe, while Chloe moaned: “Ugh, that feels great!” Lucy tried to remain focused, but her friend’s delight at having her feet cooled became very apparent through the curling and wiggling of her toes. “Is he coming loose yet?” Chloe asked, snapping Lucy back to reality, who immediately splashed you with more cold water, and then attempted to pull the high heel from Chloe’s foot. Your body stretched again, yet it reached its limit far sooner this time - the cold water seemed to have taken effect. Lucy pulled as hard as she could, and you very slowly felt your face and the back of your head peeling from your prison, but then she suddenly stopped and sighed. “It’s not working.” she whined. “No, it felt like it was getting there.” Chloe argued and hooked the insole of her high heel on the inner wall of the sink and then tried to pull her foot free. You quickly realised that her legs were significantly stronger than your girlfriend’s arms, as you rather quickly peeled from the bottom of her foot. “There!” Chloe exclaimed and Lucy quickly pulled the shoe off her foot. Your face was free at lest, but the rest of your body remained stuck to the inside of Chloe’s high heel. “You alright, babe?” Lucy asked you, visibly relieved to see your face, even in its current Chloe-heel-mould-shaped state. “You look hilarious!” laughed the girl whose heel your face perfectly matched. “Chloe.” Lucy grumbled, narrowing her eyes at her friend, who dismissed the accusatory glare she was receiving to instead get close to you with her face and ask: “Didcha have fun so far? The vibes tonight are immaculate.” she formed the ok sign with her fingers and spoke in a somewhat overdramatic way. “Come chill with us! The night’s still young, so plenty of time to trample you later!” she laughed. Lucy shook her head with a smile, then leaned in to take a closer look at you. “If you want out, just tell me. I’ll deal with Chloe if need be.” she said with serious concern, then blushed when she realised you were still too foot shaped to respond. “He can’t “vibe” with us like this.” she turned to Chloe. “Any ideas?” Her friend raised a brow and one hand, showing off her long fake nails. “Leave him to me.” Chloe grabbed her shoe and began to stab, pinch and cut into you with her nails, biting her lip as she looked down at you, not meeting your eyes, but rather focusing on whichever part of your pulp she was trying to peel from her shoe. She tried pinching you with her nails and pulling on you, but that resulted only in some pain and stretching. “Ugh.” she sighed, looking around as she thought about what to do, drumming her nails on the sink. Suddenly she looked at you, brought the shoe closer to her face, but hesitated. You weren’t sure what she was trying to see, but there was visible disgust on her face. “Guess ... I’ll taste my own medicine.” she joked uneasily and suddenly brought you up to her mouth and bit into you, sinking her teeth into your squishy body. Her hot breath blew over you as she groaned, trying to get a good hold on you with her teeth. You felt them cutting through you, the bottom row steadily approached the top row until the almost met, at which point Chloe began to pull hard and surprisingly got you free. She turned to Lucy with a look of amazement, with you still between her teeth. “I did id!” she mumbled cheerfully, as she unintentionally tongued your face. Suddenly she grimaced, then promptly spat you out into the sink. “Ugh.” she shivered with her tongue out. “He tastes like sweat.”

“I wonder why?” Lucy laughed as she gently picked you up from inside the sink. “Well, you got him free.” she admitted, giving you a concerned look as she inspected the teeth marks on your body. Her concern turned to shock as she noticed how deep the marks were. “Chloe, you almost bit him all the way through.” Chloe, currently rinsing her mouth with fresh water, spat it out into the sink and wiped her lips. “Chill, Lulu. I was careful.” Lucy twisted her mouth, unsure if she believed her friend. “Besides, is that even possible?” Chloe asked and snatched you from your girlfriend, then dug her nails into her teeth marks in an attempt to cut you all the way through. “Stop!” She flinched at Lucy’s outburst whose eyes teared up. “That’s not funny, Chloe.” She quickly took you from Chloe and cupped you in both hands. “He told me he can’t actually get hurt,”

“I know ... I know, you’re right. Sorry, I just ...” Looking up at your upset girlfriend, you wished nothing more than to be able to hug her in that moment. Chloe gently put an arm around her in your place. “All good. I’m sorry, too. But come on, let’s get you something to drink.” The girls found an empty standing table. You and Lucy stayed there while Chloe went to get drinks. Your girlfriend had one arm propped up on the table, her hand dangling close to her face, with you lying on the soft insides of her fingers. “I’m okay.” she told you. “It just ... it bothers me sometimes, when you’re treated like some toy.” she added and brought you closer to her cheek. “I know Chloe doesn’t mean you any harm. But you’re my boy, Clay. I can’t help worrying about you.” You were regenerated enough that you could lean over to your girlfriend’s giant cheek and plant a tiny kiss on it. You were pretty sure it would be unnoticed, but were proven wrong when her cheeks turned a little red. “I love you.” she whispered with a smile and you returned it hopefully loud enough. “By the way, once we start drinking ... it would probably be a better idea if I wear you. I don’t think either of us can handle whatever drunk Chloe might do to you.” You smiled, as Lucy pretended to tuck her hair behind her ear, getting you close enough to speak into it. You admitted that you had been looking forward to being under your girlfriend’s feet all night. Lucy smiled and blushed a little, then asked: “Oh yeah ... how was it? Inside Chloe’s mouth I mean? It didn’t look like she took it easy on you.” Again she held you to her ear. You agreed that Chloe showed no restraint when she chewed you, but you enjoyed that feeling of just being a human piece of gum. “I figured you would.” Lucy said, bit her lip. “But ... I’m sorry, I don’t think I will ever be able to do that to you. I’d be so scared of swallowing you. And,” she blushed, looking at the table, “Even if you can’t get hurt ... I wouldn’t wish that onto anyone.” You found yourself agreeing. The thought of being swallowed by your girlfriend and having to pass through her digestion system - and where you would end up afterwards - terrified you to the point you would never want to risk trying it. “Ugh, weird topic, huh?” Lucy laughed a little awkwardly. “Hi there!” The unfamiliar voice close to her ear startled Lucy, who, panicking about you being seen, promptly popped you into her mouth, then glanced over at the stranger standing right next to her. The guy smiled at her and leaned onto the table with one elbow. “I’m Paul.” he said confidently, his eyes studying Lucy’s face, then moving downward. “And your name?”

“L-Lucy.” your girlfriend stammered, her heart beating fast and nervous sweat pooling on her forehead. “It’s a pleasure to meet you, Lucy.” Paul said, a smug smile on his lips as he met her eyes. “I,” Lucy was barely audible, her words only really clear to you inside her mouth. She was both conscious of where she had put you, and overwhelmed by the sudden interaction with Paul. “You’re a little shy, huh?” he asked with a grin. “That’s kinda cute. Can I buy you a drink, Lucy?” Her eyes widened a little and she took a breath to speak. “Ah, no thank you. I’m actually here with,”

“Aw come on, it’s just a drink! I’m not trying to get you shitfaced. You look like a nice girl, I was just wanna get to know ya.” Lucy had a rare habit. It was rare, because you had only seen her do it a few times throughout your relationship. When your girlfriend was stressed enough, she ground her teeth. Hard. “I’m ... not interested, sorry.” she said, her anxiety working against her by making her voice crack and refusing it to get louder. “That’s fine, Lucy. I’m not looking to hook up, just wanna chill with you.” Paul insisted, smiling the whole time. Her arms began to shake. You could tell she was getting close to her limit, most evident by the fact she had moved you between her molars to speak, and was now anxiously grinding you into a thin boyfriend paste. You thought Chloe had showed you no mercy, but the anxiety induced clenched bite of your girlfriend was an entirely different matter. “I ... I have a boyfriend!” she said as loud as she could. Paul furrowed his brows, still smiling, took a look around and asked: “Is he here right now?” He laughed, but Lucy paled, remembering that you were in fact present. You felt her tongue quickly trying to peel you from her teeth. “Didn’t think so. Relax, Lucy. Nothing wrong with having some fun.” Paul smirked and touched Lucy’s hair, moving it out of her face and caressing her cheek. “Stop!” Lucy muttered. His smile suddenly vanished as a full drink splashed into his face. “What the hell?!” he groaned and turned around. Chloe, standing in her platform heels, towered almost half a head over him, and looked positively pissed. “The fuck’s wrong with you, bitch!” he barked, then suddenly winced, and keeled over. He felt Chloe’s hand around his balls through his shorts, squeezing hard and digging in with her long nails. “Get lost, shithead.” she said slowly through clenched teeth, squeezed hard once more and then shoved Paul aside. “Fucking psycho!” he yelled back, hissing in pain as he limped away. Chloe took his spot at the table and gently placed her hand on Lucy’s, feeling how she shivered. “Everything’s fine, Lulu. You’re safe.” Lucy took a deep, shaky breath, then looked towards the crowd in which Paul had vanished. “That ... thanks for stepping in, but ... he wasn’t ... I ... I just didn’t speak loud enough. He didn’t deserve that.” Chloe smiled, rubbing Lucy’s hand and said: “I agree. Assholes like him really don’t deserve to be touched by girls in any way.” Lucy gave her a dismayed look, to which she leaned in and continued with utter seriousness: “He literally touched you without your consent and ignored you telling him to stop. Even I heard you asking him to stop - this isn’t your fault. Though your empathy’s completely misplaced if you even remotely feel bad for what I did to him. If anything, I went easy on him.” Lucy faintly nodded, blinking her eyes rapidly. Chloe pulled her into a hug, rubbing her back as your girlfriend let out her pent up anxiety in a short burst of tears. When they parted, Chloe still kept one hand on her shoulder. “We’re not going to let one asshat like that ruin our party, hm?” Lucy smiled, wiping her tears. And she swallowed. Sitting on her tongue, you suddenly saw her throat muscles move as an inexplicable force began to suck you into the wet darkness. Lucy’s eyes widened and she reacted just in time, stopping herself from fully swallowing, and quickly coughed you out onto the table. “Oh my god!” she cried, burying her face in her hands. “What?!”

“I almost swallowed him!” Chloe furrowed her brows and spotted you on the table, covered in your girlfriend’s saliva and teeth marks. “Why ... was he in your mouth?” Chloe asked as she brushed Lucy’s back with her hand, comforting her. “I panicked.” she mumbled. Chloe shook her head and hugged Lucy. At the same time she met your eyes and mouthed: “Are you good?” while giving you a questioning thumbs up. Surprisingly, your girlfriend’s teeth had left your right arm intact, so you were able to respond. Chloe nodded with a smile and continued to hug Lucy until she calmed down. “What an awful night.” she whined, looking at you with such guilt it made your heart ache. “Hey now, accidents happen.” Chloe interjected and picked you up, held you closer to Lucy. “Clay’s alright, see? And you’re alright, too. Let’s just enjoy the rest of the night.” Lucy couldn’t really look at you, her teeth marks still stamped into your thin body. Once you regenerated, Chloe brought you up to your girlfriend’s ear, where you patiently tried to soothe her with comforting words, assuring her you were fine and she didn’t need to feel bad. You finally got her to giggle a little when you leaned in and placed tiny kisses on her earlobe. “You’re right.” she said at last, smiling at Chloe. “Let’s have some fun.”

After a few more drinks, the girls went back into the bathroom. Chloe carried you in her hand, as Lucy still refused to touch you out of guilt. She brought you up to her lips, which made you worry what she was up to, but then heard her whisper: “You should spend the rest of the night with her. She’s gonna beat herself up otherwise.” You agreed with a nod, which Lucy spotted and immediately protested: “I’m not wearing him! Now is the worst possible time for me to crush my boyfriend under my feet!” The way she spoke made it clear her feelings were very strong. You knew this wasn’t how she usually conveyed anything, and by her flushed face you could tell the alcohol was starting to break down her timid, reserved shell. Chloe thought for a moment, then said: “I’ve got an idea. Give me one of your heels.” Lucy reluctantly took off one of her high heeled sandals and gave it to Chloe, who placed it on a sink and then grabbed each of your limbs, pulling and stretching them to about three times their length. She then placed you with your back up against the underside of Lucy’s shoe, in the area between the sole and the heel, where you would be safe from being crushed. She pulled your stretched limbs around the sides of the shoe and then squeezed them down on the insole, flattening them into it with her fingers. When she presented her solution to Lucy, you were strapped to the underside of the shoe, held in place by your smushed arms and legs. “See? He’ll get to enjoy the music like this, and you’ll only be crushing his arms and legs at most. Win win.” Lucy scowled. “No.” Chloe looked at her friend with an almost tired look, aware that this protest was partly alcohol fuelled. She shrugged and lifted one foot to push down the back strap which kept her high heel from slipping off her foot. “Fine, I’ll wear him, then.” Lucy’s eyes widened. You recalled what your girlfriend had said about you being worn by a drunk Chloe, and couldn’t help but smirk at the way she was now being tricked by her. “N-no way!” your girlfriend protested and promptly snatched her shoe with you strapped to it, placed it on the floor and slipped her foot into it. You felt the arch of her foot gently compressing your already flat arms and legs, while you had a great view of the rather nasty bathroom floor below you. Each movement of your girlfriend shifted your field of view. It was honestly exciting to be strapped to her shoe like that, not actually being crushed, but rather teased with the view of the floor she would otherwise be smashing you into. Suddenly you felt gravity inverting as Lucy lifted the shoe, grabbed her heel and held it in place as she checked on you. She was pouting, clearly unhappy to have you down there, but also aware that you were almost assuredly looking forward to what came next.

The girls had been dancing for several songs already. You found yourself rising through the air, then quickly rushing back towards the floor, the impact of Lucy’s shoe shaking you as you hung from your safe spot beneath the shoe’s arch. Your girlfriend’s sweaty foot crushed your stretched out arms and legs as she danced, inadvertently ensuring you remained securely strapped under her shoe. It was like a slingshot at an amusement park, the way your girlfriend’s dancing feet swung and spun you around beneath her. This only became more true as the constant inertia began to make your limbs stretch out even more. You didn’t notice it at first and thought you were imagining the floor getting closer. Yet soon you felt yourself swinging more freely, getting closer to the floor as Lucy danced above you. She laughed as Chloe jokingly rubbed up to her and twerked on her. Standing somewhat still, you could almost smell the floor in front of your face, and your limbs continued to stretch under your own weight. Chloe suddenly spun around and grabbed Lucy’s hands, pulling her towards her as the girls laughed and danced together. That one move sealed your fate. The sudden momentum swung you first towards the stiletto heel, before you swung back and smacked against the arch of the high heel, your face scraping across the floor. One tiny step backwards and you were now crushed into the dance floor, with your girlfriend smothering and flattening you under the thin sole of her high heeled sandal, as she, completely oblivious to you being plastered to the bottom of her shoe, just kept dancing. She laughed as Chloe danced with her, pulling her towards her, then pushing her away again. “Your dance lessons are showing!” she giggled when Chloe pulled her close enough that she could speak into her ear. “Ugh, don’t remind me.” Chloe laughed and suddenly leaned Lucy over, making her arch her back, as she tried to keep her feet on the floor. You were scraped across and stomped into the filth and spilled drinks beneath the girls, your face forced down by Lucy’s sandal. Only when they decided to take a break did Chloe notice you stuck under your girlfriend’s high heel. Your girlfriend, meanwhile, had a flushed face and senseless smirk on her lips. She clearly had been too drunk to check on you, or even notice you as you got caught underfoot. “Lulu!” Chloe caught her attention and pointed down at you. “Noooo, my boy!” Lucy cried and very clumsily tried to remove you from under her shoe. At first she dragged you across the floor several times with no success. You then felt something stabbing your side. Chloe watched, with some concern, as your girlfriend used her other foot to stab you with the thin stiletto heel in order to pin you to the ground. You were stretched out quite a bit, but ultimately peeled free from her sole. Lucy frowned, seeing her pulp of a boyfriend with the print of her shoe sole stamped in, and attempted to pick you up, but quickly gave up when she almost lost her balance. Supporting herself with one hand on Chloe’s shoulder, she instead drove her stiletto heel even deeper into your body, practically impaling you on it and used that to pick you up. You felt a little dazed in your girlfriend’s grip, even more so when she gave you a nearly unintelligible apology, her breath filled with the smell of alcohol. “He’s fine, Lulu.” Chloe assured her, to which Lucy nodded and, to both yours and Chloe’s surprise, lowered you to the floor and stuffed you inside her high heel under her toes. You were immediately squished and forced between each of your girlfriend’s sweaty, smelly toes, and you couldn’t be happier about it. Watching from between her toes, you spent another hour being danced on while you greedily licked and smelled her feet.

Lucy wore you under her toes all the way back to your apartment. The walk back was both unsteady and slow, as the girls giggled and occasionally leaned on each other. During the ascent up the stairs, Lucy stopped multiple times, laughing as she sat down, forcing Chloe to pull her back onto her feet and continue their way up. You could tell that, despite Lucy wanting to protect you from drunk Chloe - said drunk was currently far more sober than your girlfriend. “Where’s your key?” Chloe asked her, her speech just a little slurred. “Purse.” was all Lucy responded. She leaned against Chloe with her head hanging low and grinned at you under her toes, playfully smothering you with her digits. “I love him soooo much.” she muttered as Chloe unlocked the door. “Yeah, yeah.” Chloe chuckled and steadily pushed Lucy inside. Both girls sighed as they dropped onto the couch, their feet sore from dancing, standing and walking in their heels all night. “C’mon, Lulu, get your boyfriend out of there.” Chloe encouraged her as she took off her own shoes and rubbed her sore feet. Lucy slowly and clumsily leaned forward to fiddle with the straps of her high heeled sandals, the opening of which took her several minutes. In the meantime you noticed Chloe pulling her feet up onto the couch, her soles dangling over the edge, and she looked down at you with a teasing smile and she wiggled her toes, knowing full well you could just about see them from your spot. Finally Lucy succeeded at taking her shoes off, leaving you behind in the toe area of her right high heel, your entire body moulded to hug the ball of her foot and each of her toes. “You good?” your girlfriend asked you as she used her bare feet to peel you from her insole and dropped you onto the carpet. “He’s fine.” Chloe sighed again, then bit her lip as she dropped one foot almost on top of you. Her sole didn’t actually come down on you and instead dangled teasingly just above you. If your limbs were functional you could have easily touched the sweaty flesh, but clearly Chloe was aware that you very much couldn’t do that. Instead she forced you to stare up at the sole of her foot, which she dangled and flexed just out of reach, allowing you nothing but whiffs of her scent. “Remember our plan, Clay?” you heard her ask while you stared up at her sole. “Unshrink once you can, then you may ask us to let you lick the dirt and sweat from our high heels.” Her words left no room for protest or disobedience. Of course, you didn’t feel inclined to either of those, yet with Chloe’s sweaty sole filling your entire vision, you did wish you could go straight to licking off all that sweet, salty sweat from her feet. Your body eventually regenerated to the point you would be able to touch Chloe’s sole, yet you found yourself locked in place, determined to obey her, to be the foot slave she allowed you to be. “How you feeling, Lulu?” Chloe asked and rubbed Lucy’s thigh. Your girlfriend responded by making a fart noise with her mouth. “Want some water?” Another fart noise. “Understood.” Chloe chuckled and stood up, only remembering you down on the carpet beneath her when she was already standing on you and crushed you under her sole. “Whoops.” She didn’t bother apologizing and simply stepped off of you, leaving you smothered into the carpet as she walked into the kitchen. Thankfully, the forgiving carpet dampened most of the crushing effect on your body, allowing you to almost fully regenerate in less than a minute. You got to your feet just as Chloe came back. “Here you go.” she said, crushing you once more under her foot as she offered a glass of water to Lucy. You wondered if she was doing this on purpose, and got your answer when she moved her foot from you and gave you a smug grin. Just a few seconds later you were fully regenerated and stood up. Chloe had already sat down on the couch again with her legs crossed, dangling her bare foot high above your shrunken form. You slowly began to unshrink yourself, making sure you had enough space between the girls’ legs. Sitting cross legged, you stared at Chloe’s sole for a moment, then looked at her. She raised a brow and pointed at the sweaty pair of black platform heels which she had worn all night. You grabbed one of them and brought it close to your face, allowing yourself a few deep inhales of the insole, before you turned to shoe over and stuck out your tongue. When you looked at Chloe, she gave you a rather intimidating look, as if you were doing something wrong. Then you remembered and, staring her high heel, asked her if you may lick the dirt and sweat from her shoe. Chloe smiled, nodded and watched you for a while as you licked dirt, dust and unidentifiable liquids from the sole of her shoe. “Tasty?” she asked teasingly. “I don’t remember all the stuff I stepped in tonight.” You swallowed what was on your tongue, but didn’t reflect on the taste. It was mostly dust - high heels had a way of gathering that more than other shoes, so it didn’t taste like much. “I asked you a question, loser.” Chloe demanded, her smile gone. You were taken aback for a moment. This verbal humiliation was something you knew from videos, and Lucy had certainly never done it to you. You stuttered, informing Chloe that the bottom of her high heel tasted delicious. “Good, enjoy it.” she said, smiling again, then stopped watching you as she shifted her attention to your drunk girlfriend. The two of them had a rather one-sided conversation while you licked the soles of Chloe’s high heels, then did the same with your girlfriend’s shoes. During that process, Chloe suddenly grabbed your hair and leaned in. “Show me your tongue.” you obeyed and stuck out your tongue which was both dry and dark from all the dust and dirt you had licked off. “Looking a little dry, loser. Would you like me to help you with that?” Chloe asked with a smug grin. You nodded, then flinched when her smile vanished and she said: “Beg me to spit in your mouth.” You did, grovelling before Chloe for the privilege of tasting her saliva. She smiled again, grabbed your chin and said: “Tongue out.” Again you presented your tongue. Chloe leaned in even closer, as close as only your girlfriend had ever been to your face, then slowly dripped her spit onto your tongue, then pushed you away as she leaned back. “Now keep licking. Spotless shoe soles is the least your girlfriend deserves. Don’t you agree, loser?” You agreed as you tasted Chloe’s spit spreading on your tongue, giving you some much needed moisture. You swallowed the saliva, then continued cleaning the bottoms of your girlfriend’s shoes. The whole time you did this, both Lucy’s and Chloe’s sweaty bare feet were all around you, in your sight and close enough you could smell them, yet you weren’t allowed to even touch them. Eventually Chloe grabbed her high heels and inspected the soles, then grabbed Lucy’s shoes and showed them to her. “Whatcha think, Lulu? Did your little loser do a good job?” Lucy grinned at you, nodded and playfully kicked you with her feet as she said: “I love my little loser.” Chloe suddenly snapped her finger and pointed at the floor at her feet. “Get away from her feet. You’re not done with our shoes yet.” You moved over and kneeled before Chloe, who handed you one of her high heels. “I want those gone.” she told you, pointing with her fake styled nail at the toe prints on her high heel’s insole. You nodded, felt her direct stare piercing you. She was waiting for something again. You begged her to let you lick the insoles. “You may.” Immediately you pressed the insole against your face and began to lick Chloe’s sweaty toeprints. Each lick gave you a taste of her delicious sweat, while you pushed your nose into the insole and inhaled the traces of her foot scent. “Enjoy my foot sweat, loser. I danced in those shoes all night, and you want nothing more than to lick the part that was pressed against my sweaty feet the whole time.” You wondered if Chloe was trying to humiliate you with that, as she seemed to actually just be stating facts. “Normal guys would get to taste my lips,” she said, then smiled, “both pairs.” You blushed at that and found your gaze drawn first to Chloe’s smile, then between her thick thighs, her dress allowing almost a little glance underneath. “But you’re such a loser, you only get to taste and drink my foot sweat and the shit I stepped in. And you love it, too.” she added, giving you a look of disgust. “Cho-co, that’s mean.” your girlfriend suddenly mumbled. Chloe seemed to snap out of her domination mode and smirked at Lucy. “I’m just roleplaying, Lulu.” She looked at you. “I don’t actually mean any of that, obviously. But it looks to me like you enjoy being called a loser, hm?” You stopped licking the sweaty insole of Chloe’s shoe and thought about that. You then said that you used to be called that in school, and it was something that had tormented you back then. Yet, in this context, and coming from someone as gorgeous as Chloe, it did excite you in an unexpected way. You looked at Chloe after saying that, and were surprised to see her blushing. You asked if you had said something inappropriate. Chloe shook her head, confused. “No, why?” You pointed out how red she was. “Huh?” she seemed stumped, then grabbed her phone and opened the front camera. “What the hell am I blushing for?!” You laughed and continued to lick the insole of her shoe. “Do you not get many compliments?” Lucy asked suddenly, her head leaning on Chloe’s shoulder. “I ...” Chloe thought about it. “I do ... but, like ... just the typical stuff horny dudes say to girls. It’s not like they mean it, most of the time they’re just trying to trick you into sleeping with them. Besides, my appearance isn’t something I can change in any big way, so ... having someone compliment that just feels kinda meaningless.” she explained as you moved on to her other high heel, starting at the darkened indent her bare heel had left on the insole. “Hmm, but you look pretty happy about my little loser doing it.” Chloe furrowed her brows at Lucy. Your girlfriend was evidently still drunk, but her words were less slurred and made much more sense than before. “I guess ...,” Chloe shrugged and looked at you. “Maybe it’s because I know you’re not saying it out of vanity. I already let you do what you want to do sexually. So, if you call me gorgeous ... I guess I actually believe that you think that.” You snorted, giving her toe prints a few last licks, then decided to explain that you considered Chloe to be attractive to the point you would be too intimidated to ever approach her. “That’s just silly, Clay.” Chloe returned. But you insisted it was true. Beautiful women often seemed out of your league, so you didn’t feel like you had any right to approach them. At this she narrowed her eyes. “Are you implying your girlfriend isn’t beautiful?” You laughed and wanted to explain yourself, but Lucy interrupted. “I approached him.” she said. Chloe looked shocked. “You?! Precious, shy little Lulu approached a guy of her own initiative?” You nodded, saying that Lucy, too, had been way out of his league in his eyes, but you were lucky enough that she decided to disagree with that. Again Lucy kicked you with her feet as she grinned at you. You finished up Chloe’s high heel, then moved on to Lucy’s. The second your tongue touched the insoles, you were immediately reminded of one of the many reasons you loved that girl so much. As much as you enjoyed Chloe’s sweat, your girlfriend’s taste was just so unique to you, so addicting, especially when combined with the smell of her feet, the traces of which you sniffed from inside her high heels. “How’s your head, Lulu?” Chloe asked with Lucy’s head still resting on her shoulder. “Great. I feel great leaning against a pretty girl like you.” Lucy muttered, giggling as she said the compliment. “Ugh, don’t you start now, too!” Chloe protested. “I’m kidding!” Lucy laughed, then licked her lips as she looked down Chloe’s legs to her feet. You sat up straight as you placed Lucy’s high heel next to the other, in a neat row in line with Chloe’s heels. “Looks like you’re done, huh? Do you want your reward, loser?” Lucy closely watched as Chloe lifted her feet and wiggled her toes before you. You slowly shifted closer and held Chloe’s foot by her ankle. Her shorter, soft toes, the pink pads and sole, all glistening in sweat, made the heat rise as your erection hardened. You looked at Chloe from between her toes and asked if you may lick her feet. Chloe furrowed her brows. “Why are you asking that?” You smiled awkwardly, and leaned closer to her foot. “You know very well,” her tone made you freeze, “that you don’t have to ask for that.” The way her eyes pierced you gave you the hint that you better remain still and listen. “You have to beg me for it, not ask.”

“Ugh, just let him do it!” Lucy whined, which snapped Chloe out of her domination mode again. “Let me do my thing, Lulu.” Lucy stubbornly shook her head, her eyes glued to Chloe’s toes. “Lick her toes, babe.” You were conflicted. Normally you would obey your girlfriend without question, yet right now Chloe was the one taking charge. She laughed and looked at you, wiggled her toes and said: “Fine, go ham.” With a smile you began to devour Chloe’s sweaty toes, giving them an aggressive tongue bath inside your mouth, and flossing between each of them for every bit of sweat and toe jam. Chloe watched you and moaned quietly, curling the toes on her other foot as she enjoyed the sensation of you cleaning and worshipping every inch of her toes. She soon flicked her foot up, presenting you with her sweaty and slightly dirty sole. After all, she had walked on the carpet and the kitchen floor earlier. You readily stuck your tongue out and licked the full length of her sole, tasting and swallowing the dirt, hairs and sweat stuck to it. You took her heel into your mouth, sucking on it while you massaged it with your tongue. Afterwards you gave her toes your attention once more, sucking on them one by one, closing your eyes as you did. Chloe bit her lip as you sucked on her pinky toe, which was sore and marked by the tight strap of her high heel. “Ugh, that feels great.” she moaned as you moved on to the ball of her foot and massaged it with your tongue. “Keep going. I don’t care if it’s clean, just keep massaging.” she told you and glanced at Lucy. Your girlfriend seemed to be utterly entranced watching you lick Chloe’s foot. “I think I know why you don’t get jealous, Lulu.” she said, a little amused. Lulu looked up at her with a puzzled look. “I think you like watching him do this.” Both girls looked at you as you gently bit Chloe’s heel, relieving some of the soreness caused by the hours of dancing, standing and walking in her high heels. “Great use of your teeth, loser.” Chloe commended you, though even with the thrown in insult you actually appreciated the praise. You decided to try the same on the sides of the ball of her foot, as well as her toes, always applying a firm but gentle pressure with your teeth. Chloe curled and flexed her toes as you did, making your job harder, but also showing you that you were doing it right. “Okay, my other foot is going to cheat on me if you neglect it any longer.” she said, pulling her foot from your grip and dangling the other before you. You took your time and repeated the passionate treatment. “I don’t think there’s any feeling like this.” Chloe mused as you slowly sucked each of her toes. “Yeah.” Lucy agreed, her eyes still locked to her friend’s toes. “You getting sleepy?” she asked Lucy, who shook her head and smiled. “I’m ... just enjoying the show.” she said. Chloe narrowed her eyes at that. She knew Lucy too well to not notice when she was lying. “Finish up, loser.” You obeyed, quickly sticking your tongue between each of her toes one last time, then bowed your head. “Oh, right.” Chloe remembered and began to wipe off her feet in your hair, getting rid of all the saliva you had so passionately applied to them. “Now show your girlfriend some love, she’s getting jealous.”

“I’m not!”

“Yes you are!” Chloe laughed. “You couldn’t stop staring. Something’s bothering you about him doing that.” Lucy pouted, her cheeks blushing, as she still stared at Chloe’s toes. She then met your eyes, and without saying a word she confirmed the suspicion you had for a while now, and the same time asked for your help. You took a deep breath and caught Chloe’s attention. “Hm?” You explained how you had noticed your girlfriend enjoying your foot fetish more and more. She even enjoyed watching others doing all this stuff to you. And you noticed most recently, that your girlfriend seemed to get rather distracted by Chloe’s feet. You would go so far as to say she was admiring them in a similar fashion to the way you did. Chloe blinked several times, didn’t look at the red beat cuddled up against her. She slowly moved her toes, studying them and the nail polish she had applied to them. Then she turned her head a little towards Lucy and whispered the question into her hair: “Do you like my toes, Lulu?” Lucy squealed into her hands, rubbed her face and mumbled the shyest, softest little “yes” you head ever heard from her. Chloe looked at you, baffled. “Wait, really?” Lucy hid her face with her hair and mumbled: “They’re so ... pretty ... and cute.” Chloe laughed and patted Lucy’s head. “Do you want to join your boyfriend, then?” Now it was your turn to be baffled. You were rather sure Lucy really did just admire Chloe’s toes. After all, it was one thing to find something visually appealing, and an entirely different thing to want to put that something in your mouth. Your girlfriend didn’t respond, and to both your and Chloe’s surprise, she shuffled forward on the couch and slid off of it, joining you, on her knees, in front of Chloe. You asked her quietly if she was sure she wanted to do this. Lucy tucked her hair behind her ears, which, along with her face, were outrageously red, as she smiled at you and then looked to Chloe, her eyes quickly drawn to the soft looking toes of her best friend. “I want to try it, at least.” Chloe tilted her head, blinked, reflecting on the fact she now had a couple sitting at her feet, wishing to worship them. “I wonder if it’s the alcohol.” she said, looking at you, but as Lucy began to frown, she wiggled her toes and added: “But I won’t say no to your cute little tongue showing my toes some love.” With the way your girlfriend was blushing, you worried she might overheat soon. Chloe lifted one leg and held her foot out in front of Lucy’s face. Your girlfriend gently grabbed the ankle, holding the foot by it, then slowly leaned in. For a while she just stared at the toes, at their round shape, their soft pink pads. She lowered Chloe’s foot a little, admired the nail polish. Chloe took very good care of her feet, and it showed. Finally, eyes locked to her toe nails, Lucy brought Chloe’s foot closer to her face until her lips touched the big toe. She exhaled, shutting her eyes. Chloe bit her lip, watching her best friend utterly disarmed by her toes of all things. She felt Lucy’s soft lips against her big toe. You, meanwhile, wondered if your girlfriend was about to experience Chloe’s famous Five-Toe’d Deepthroat. Yet there was an aura of patience and gentleness between these two. Chloe found herself enjoying the timid and careful way in which Lucy explored her affection for her friend’s toes. Eventually, the soft lips parted to hug Chloe’s big toe. Slowly, Lucy let it deeper into her mouth, where she greeted it with her tongue. She was shy about it - only tickling it with the tip of her tongue at first. Then she pressed her tongue against it and began to suck. She moaned. And quickly stopped at that, pulling back as she turned bright red again. “Aw, that was nice!” Chloe said with a smile, while Lucy stared at the floor, chewing on her lower lip. “You don’t need to be embarrassed, Lulu. No one here’s going to judge you.” she added, trying to encourage Lucy. You agreed, saying that if she wanted to do this, you would absolutely support her, the same way she had supported you with your desires and fantasies. “Thanks, but ... this is so awkward.” Lucy mumbled. “Well that’s on you.” Chloe shrugged as she leaned back and wiggled her toes. “We’re ... friends, Chloe. This ... isn’t,”

“Clay and I are friends, too. But none of us have any issues with him sucking my toes. Why should it be any different for you?” Lucy pressed her lips together and looked up at her friend, resisting the tempting sight of her wiggling toes. “I ... I didn’t think ... you would be okay with me ... doing this.”

“Lulu,” Chloe leaned forward and grabbed her friend’s chin, “It would be my pleasure to have my toes sucked by you.” Lucy couldn’t help but smile, and as Chloe leaned back again, she brought her foot up to her face once more. This time, she didn’t hold back. You watched your girlfriend wrapping her lips around each of Chloe’s toes, sucking on them, licking them, kissing them. Chloe watched with satisfaction, and teasingly interfered by wiggling her toes or pinching Lucy’s tongue between them. You watched for a little while, then decided you wanted in on the fun. You reached for Chloe’s other foot, but she evaded your grip and held that foot in front of Lucy as well, who quickly adapted the second set of toes into her worship cycle. “You just lost your Chloe-Toe-Sucking-Privileges.” Chloe said to you, grinning, then raised a brow and nodded at your girlfriend. “Maybe if you ask her nicely, she will let you lick her feet while she licks mine, hm?” A wave of arousal rippled through you. You turned to your girlfriend, currently sucking on both of Chloe’s big toes at the same time. With your head low and glancing at Lucy’s soles peaking out from under her butt, the soft soles folded into wrinkles, you asked if you may lick her feet. Lucy smiled as she glanced at you, still sucking, and nodded. So for another half hour or so, you were down on your stomach, lying behind your girlfriend, licking the sweat and dirt from her soft soles, sticking your tongue between each of her toes, followed by your nose, as you greedily inhaled the sweet scent of her feet. Your girlfriend didn’t react or acknowledge your worship, as she was busy showing her affection and admiration to each of Chloe’s toes, licking every inch of them, from the pads, to the pretty toenails. She took them into her mouth, caressed them with her tongue and sucked on them. She enjoyed Chloe’s soft soles as well, pressing them both against her face. Chloe had a red face watching it all, but neither you nor Lucy noticed, your attention entirely devoted to worshipping the feet you loved so much. When the girls had made the plan for this night, you expected some things, but ending up as the footslave of Chloe’s footslave, was an entirely unexpected delight. Eventually Chloe called it a night, and you joined both of the girls as they lay down in your and Lucy’s bed. Next to each other, they chatted for a little longer while you lay across the foot end of the bed, at their feet, your face cuddled up to your girlfriend’s soles, your nose nuzzled between her toes, while Chloe kneaded your crotch with her toes. "Wasn't a bad day after all." she said softly, her voice sounding tired. Eventually they fell asleep, and you followed suit shortly after, smiling as you smelled your girlfriend’s toes with each of your slowing breaths. 

Lucy and Chloe sat outside a café, around a four sided table, joined by both Mia and Elena. The girls each enjoyed their ice cream, a refreshing relief from the summer heat. They all wore lose tops, Lucy and Chloe wore skirts, Mia and Elena wore shorts. Both Lucy and Mia wore flat sandals - Lucy a strappy roman styled pair in a light brown colour, Mia a pair of white thong jelly sandals. Chloe wore one of her sneaker sandal pairs - this one had a soft kitted fabric hugging the top of her foot in place of actual straps. And Elena, as usual, wore not only socks, but also a tightly laced pair of high top sneakers. “Hm, how about we go to the beach, then? That could be a weekend trip.” Chloe tossed the suggestion into the group. Elena, curling her sweaty toes inside her drenched socks, inside her hot, stuffy sneakers, thought about having to be barefoot at the beach and quickly said: “I’ll pass, sorry.” Mia, sitting to her left, grew upset at this. “You can’t dip out on us again, Ellie! It’s the one weekend where our schedules line up.”

“Sorry, I ... I just don’t like going to the beach.” Elena explained and hid behind her ice cream. “What about the public pool?” Chloe suggested. “As long as I get to swim, I’m happy.” Lucy sighed, enjoying the ice cream cooling her from the inside. “Same, plus I’d like to get a nice tan before it’s too late.” Mia added, after which Chloe turned to Elena. “Well, Ellie?” She fidgeted uneasily and said: “Sorry ... I can’t.”

Mia narrowed her eyes at her. “Ugh, is this because you don’t want to take your socks off?” Elena’s face tensed. “Seriously? Who’s even going to look at them?” Chloe laughed. “You guys constantly comment on your nails, and toes and all that.” Elena returned. “We compliment each other.” Lucy said, “But if you don’t want us to look at your feet, we won’t.” Elena sighed, finding it hard to argue with Lucy’s typical gentle, soft tone. “I don’t know ... it’s not that simple.” Chloe raised a brow at her. “Clearly. I don’t think I’ve ever seen your bare feet since I met you. Despite the visits and sleepovers and hot summer days.” Elena took another lick of her ice cream. “I ... I pretty much always wear socks, at the very least.”

“Even when you’re alone?” Mia wondered, to which Elena silently nodded. Lucy noticed how genuinely distraught her friend looked. “I mean,” Mia began, “feet can be gross and all, but I can’t imagine yours are as bad as you make them out to be. Even if they are, a good pedicure and some cute nail polish can make a world of difference.” In the silence that followed, Lucy decided to speak up: “Did someone say something to make you feel about your feet this way?”

“My ex did.” The girls looked at Elena, who forced a smile and elaborated: “He was really grossed out by feet in general, but ... he especially hated mine. I had to wear socks around him all the time.” Chloe snorted. “So what? One dude doesn’t want to suck your toes, doesn’t mean they’re not cute!” Elena shrugged dismissively, and the conversation began to die down. Then Chloe got an idea and looked at Lucy, giving her a meaningful look. “What if someone were to genuinely compliment your feet?” Elena look at Chloe. “What? I ... I don’t”

“Relax. It’s just an idea.” Chloe smirked at Lucy, who took a deep breath, gathering her courage and said: “My ... boyfriend has a foot fetish.”

“Huh?!” Elena gasped and Mia joined in: “No way! Seriously?” She then noticed Chloe’s smug expression. “Wait, you knew that already?”

“For a few weeks now.”

“Shut up. How did you find out?” She didn’t let Chloe answer, turning to Lucy. “Did you tell her?” Lucy shook her head and Chloe explained: “I randomly ran into him after work and we had a little chat.”

“And he just told you?”

“He showed me.” Mia paled, as did Elena, who asked Lucy: “You’re okay with that?” Lucy shrugged, unbothered. “It’s just feet. He’s not cheating on me or anything.” Chloe smirked at Lucy, making her worry about what else she might reveal. “Exactly, we talked about it at length, there’s no drama or anything.” Mia leaned towards Lucy and asked quietly: “So ... what does he ... do?”

“Well,”

“Great stuff, to be honest.” Chloe interjected. “I know it sounds gross, but ... having someone just ... sucking on your toes,”

“Ew!”

“Oh my god.”

“You babies!” Chloe laughed at both Mia and Elena, “It feels great! He enjoyed doing it, it felt like a massage, what’s the big deal?” Mia twisted her mouth. “Your feet are always so sweaty, though.”

“I ... yeah, fair. In that regard it is pretty gross.” Elena’s eyes widened in realisation. “Wait, so ... you didn’t even wash your feet?” Chloe just shrugged. “Nope. I mean, he did his thing with both of us after the club on saturday.”

“That is so disgusting.” Mia frowned. “Yeah.” Elena agreed quietly. “I mean, kinda, but ... he,”

“Chloe,” Lucy’s face was red and she looked rather ashamed, “Please stop talking.” Chloe’s eyes widened. “Sorry Lulu, I didn’t,”

“Wait, I didn’t mean it like that!” Mia covered her mouth with both hands, “I’m sure your boyfriend is great, it’s just ... it’s gross, isn’t it?”

Lucy nodded hesitantly. “It is ... but Chloe is right, it feels amazing. And Clayton loves doing it. I ... I know it sounds weird and gross ... but him worshipping my feet is one of the ways he shows me his affection. It’s ... special to me ... and to him. So ... I don’t appreciate anyone talking down on him for that.” Mia grabbed Lucy’s hand. “I wasn’t trying to do that, Lulu. I’m sorry. I’m just ... surprised, I guess. I didn’t think your boyfriend would be ... into that. Nor you, if I’m honest.”

“You actually like it when he takes your toes into his mouth?” Elena suddenly asked, still looking somewhat disgusted. “I used to feel the same way as you two do right now. It took him a lot of ... careful convincing ... slowly asking me to do things and respecting if I wasn’t comfortable with it. It’s been a long journey, but he was very ... patient about it, and understanding. He rarely ever pushed.” The girls listened to her attentively. “And yes, I do like it. It’s hard to imagine if you’ve never experienced it, but ... just ... I guess ... think about the other ways a tongue can make you feel nice. Our feet are very sensitive, and ... someone stimulating those senses in a ... loving way ... it’s great, I don’t know how else to say it. I love it.”

“Plus,” Chloe chirped up, “feet guys will take whatever you’re willing to give them. My ex only asked to massage my feet at first. He thought I wouldn’t let him do anything else. And he was perfectly happy to massage my feet, every single day, for as long as I wanted.” Lucy giggled. “That’s true, honestly. When it comes to feet guys, most girls, including myself at first, just think of the gross stuff, but ... they just love feet. They love seeing them, touching them, pampering them. I can come home after a long day at work, kick my shoes off and just chill on the couch. Clayton literally takes my socks off for me and pampers my feet for hours, and it’s like heaven to him.”

“Well ... it does sound kinda nice when you put it like that.” Mia admitted. Elena, however, looked anything but convinced. “Does he ever get grossed out, though? I mean ... I don’t think I’ve ever noticed your feet smelling bad at the gym, or getting as sweaty as Choco’s.” Lucy bit her lip and averted her eyes. When she didn’t speak, Mia weighed in: “I ... kinda wanna know that, too. Like, I get that he likes pretty feet. I think some girls have pretty cute feet, too. But ... it’s kinda different when those feet just spent an hour inside a workout shoe.” Lucy still didn’t speak, so Chloe felt the need to mediate: “No offense, but you two have been squirming at everything so far.”

“It’s fine, Choco.” Lucy interjected and took a breath. “It’s different for everyone with that fetish, but Clayton ... loves smelly and sweaty feet.” Elena’s face grimaced a little, as did Mia’s, who asked: “I ... I just don’t understand,”

“Yeah, no one does, unless they have that fetish themselves.” Lucy cut in, “But that’s just how this works. None of us chose to be into the things we are into, right? Clayton simply likes the way feet smell, at least if he’s attracted to them.”

“So he does get grossed out by some feet?” Elena asked. “Oh yeah, he hates male feet, for example. More than most people I know. He can’t stand them.”

“But,” Chloe chimed in once more, “chances are he’ll like your feet, Ellie.” Elena’s eyes widened again. “You should ask him!” Mia implored her friend. “I’m not even joking. If you’re so convinced your feet are the worst two things to walk this earth, at least get a second opinion from someone who actually knows his stuff.”

“No way!” Elena protested, laughing a little awkwardly. “What do you have to lose? The worst that could happen is that you’re proven right. And then we’ll change plans and do something where you can keep your socks on.” Elena groaned loudly and looked at Lucy. “Please, please tell me you’re not okay with this.” Lucy didn’t shrug, she grew serious and said: “I think your ex just generally hated feet. The fact that you value his opinion this much, so many years after your break-up, isn’t healthy. So please, give yourself a push. I promise you, he’s a sweet guy.”

Elena tilted her head back, sighed and said: “Fine.” The girls finished up, paid and went their separate ways. Elena sighed heavily as Chloe and Mia left. “Can we get it over with today?” she asked, her face remarkably unenthused. “Like, right now?” Lucy asked, a little taken aback. Elena shrugged and nodded. “If that works for you guys, of course. I don’t have any plans for the rest of the day. Is your boyfriend home?”

“Oh, yeah. He works from home, actually.” Lucy explained and checked the time on her phone. “But yeah, shouldn’t be a problem.” Elena nodded and sighed again. “I can’t believe I’m doing this.” Lucy put a hand on her shoulder. “Hey, relax. I promise you’ll be okay. Clayton is a really sweet guy.” Elena nodded, still looking conflicted. “But if he acts up, I’ll kick him where it hurts, don’t worry.” Lucy laughed, trying to cheer her friend up. Elena couldn’t suppress her smile. “Well ... I wouldn’t mind seeing that.” As the girls walked up to the apartment building, Elena was still asking questions. “I, literally, would have never thought of you as like ... the dominant one in the relationship.”

“I’m not ... really.” Lucy said, giggling. “It’s ... like roleplay, I guess. Don’t get me wrong, he loves being submissive, but, like, our relationship isn’t just that, you know? Sexual stuff aside, we’re each one half of it. Just because he literally let’s me walk all over him, doesn’t mean I do that in our day-to-day.”

“W-wait.” Elena smirked, covering her mouth. “Can ... can you ... show me ... that?”

“What?”

“You ... stepping on him?” Lucy narrowed her eyes at Elena with a sly smile. “Now why would you want to see that, huh?” Elena blushed. “Wha-no I ... the thought of you doing that to anyone just ... breaks my mind. I have to see it.”

“I’m just joking.” Lucy laughed. “But yeah, if he’s fine with it, we can give you a demonstration. Unless you want to try it yourself?”

“Oh no, no. I ... doubt he could handle my weight.” Lucy raised a brow. “What do you mean? Chloe weighs more than you, but she stood full weight on his chest last saturday.” Elena’s eyes widened. “Is he alright?” Lucy laughed. “Don’t worry, he took it like it was nothing.” They approached the entrance door. “But seriously,” Lucy said as she picked out her key, “It’s a genuine offer. If you want to step on him, you can. He would love it, trust me.”

“I’ll think about it.” Elena chuckled. “By the way, did you message him or anything? That I’m coming over?” Lucy looked at her for a moment, then smiled and lied: “Oh, yeah. Already did that.” Of course, she hadn’t done that at all. There was no need. As the two girls ascended the staircase, every other step Lucy took smothered you between the sole of her foot and the leather insole of her sandal, as you were shrunk and plastered to the bottom of your girlfriend’s bare foot, drinking her sweat, smelling her toes and, of course, listening to every word she had said.

“Make yourself at home. You can keep your shoes on for now, if you want.” Lucy said as the two of them stepped into the apartment. “You can chill on the couch if you want.” Elena nodded, looking around the place, then asked. “Where ... is he?” she asked quietly, nervously. Lucy sighed and smiled at her friend, grabbing both of her shoulders. “Ellie, relax. He’s probably taking a nap in bed right now. I’ll go get him, you get yourself over onto the couch, and calm down.” With Elena in the living room, Lucy quickly vanished into the bedroom, closing the door behind her. Immediately she sat down on the bed and took off her sandals. She chuckled, seeing you stuck flat to her sweaty foot. “You heard everything, right? Or did I crush you too hard?” she asked as she peeled you off her sole. Setting you down on the bed next to her she spoke softly: “I don’t think I need to say this, but ... take it slow. Whatever her jerk of an ex thought about her feet really got to her. Try not to freak her out. Take it easy, like you did with me in the beginning, okay?” You regenerated and unshrunk yourself, cracking your neck and rotating your joints. “Uhm,” you looked at Lucy who suddenly gave you puppy eyes, “I ... didn’t even ask you if you’re ... alright with this.” You smiled, took her hand and leaned in, gently kissing her soft lips, then told her you would brave this storm, no matter how devastating it may be. “Okay, but ... please don’t be mean. Like, you don’t have to lie to her, but ... be gentle.” You licked your lips, recalling your adventure in the gym, and the brief, but intense encounter you had with the stench inside Elena’s converse sneaker. You told Lucy not to worry, that you would handle it with care. She smiled, gave you a grateful kiss and stood up. You followed your girlfriend into the living room and met Elena’s eyes. She was a pretty girl, shorter than Lucy, chubbier than her too, but thinner than Chloe. Unlike her friends, her style was more in the edgy, punk or metal direction. She usually wore black and her skin was rather pale, though that might have just been her complexion. Her freckles and ginger hair, which she had cut short on one side, her luscious curls cascading onto her opposite shoulder, agreed with that theory. She also wore rather pronounced eyeliner, as well as a leather choker and spike bracelet. If her and the other girls were still in high school, you would have a hard time imagining them getting along with each other. Sure, Lucy was into heavy music as well, and she wore quite a lot of black, too, but her style was more subdued compared to Elena’s. “Hey ... Clayton.” she said a little awkwardly, smiling at you. You approached her with a friendly smile and briefly shook her hand, then sat down in the arm chair opposite the couch. Elena anxiously drummed her fingers on her fishnet clad thighs and avoided making eye contact with you. “Do you want something to drink, Ellie?” Lucy asked on her way into the kitchen. “Uh ... I ... water’s fine.” You saw how she squirmed and sighed internally. You leaned forward and asked her if she was alright. “Y-yeah, I’m ... fine.” You smiled and assured her that, if she was uncomfortable, she wouldn’t have to do anything she didn’t want to. You watched her chewing on her lip, her pale, freckled face tense, until she suddenly looked at you. “Can I ... ask you some things?” You nodded. “You actually like feet?” You nodded again. She looked back at the coffee table, a point in the room which she seemed to fixate when she couldn’t hold the eye contact. “Then ... have you ... ever seen a girl’s feet and ... thought they’re ugly?” You thought about it for a moment, then nodded. You recalled a girl you had once briefly chatted with, who seemed to be interested in you. You had, admittedly, a little deviously tricked her into sending you a photo of her feet. “And they were ugly?” Elena asked. You raised your brows, saying that they weren’t exactly ugly, but her toes had been nearly as long as her fingers. It wasn’t necessarily gross, but it also wasn’t attractive to you. “I see.” Elena chewed on her lip again, glancing at her converse sneakers. You asked if you could pose some questions as well. “Sure.” You asked her what she had thought about her feet prior to her ex telling her they were gross. She twisted her mouth, thinking about it. “Nothing, I guess. They weren’t really on my mind. I always just ended up putting socks on, so.” she shrugged again. You asked if she never wore sandals or flip flops. “No, nothing open like that. I,” she smiled, indicating herself, “I’m pretty pale, as you can see, so it always looks a little weird when I wear sandals or anything like that.” You nodded, saying that you could see that being that case, but also added that pale skin could be very beautiful, and that wasn’t an exception for feet. “Goth girl feet are kinda popular.” Lucy chimed in as she handed Elena a glass of water and sat down next to her on the couch. “I guess ... I just feel like pale feet get so bright in the sunlight and then ... everyone looks at them.”

“That’s in your head.” Lucy said and pointed at you. “Sure, he’s looking at them at any given chance, but most people barely even glance at them. I mean, do you ever look at other people’s feet?” Elena lowered her brows. “I do sometimes, when there’s an interesting nail polish.” You asked her how often that occurred. “Yeah,” Lucy agreed, “How many people do you pass by where you never even think to look at their feet, compared to the few times your eyes are drawn in by some cute toes?” Elena laughed, rubbing her forehead. “I get the rational behind it, but ... all this logic doesn’t help my brain to not obsess over this stuff.” You suggested a different question - had she ever looked at a girl’s feet and thought they were ugly or gross. “I ...,” she smiled, “I mean, I don’t ... want to come off as like ... judgemental ... but some girls have weird toes. Like that girl you talked about, with the finger toes.” You pointed out that it was one pair of feet you yourself had encountered, which you found unattractive enough that you remembered it, then asked how many feet she had encountered like that. “Maybe a handful.” she said. “And how many feet do you think you have looked at throughout your life?” Elena groaned. “Yes, I get it ... I’m not being logical. I know that.” You told her that you weren’t trying to convince her she was wrong, you simply wanted to remind her to take a step back from the voice in her head that told her she should never ever show her feet to anyone. She stared at the table again. “Ellie,” Lucy began and looked at her friend, “Would you be alright with showing your feet to him?” She glanced at you, chewing on her lip and she closed her eyes. “Fine. Just promise you’ll be honest. I don’t want to be lied to out of kindness.” You smirked and stood up. “Should I,” she uncrossed her legs, “Put my feet on the table? Is that alright?” You told her she could do whatever she was comfortable with. You had no problem lying down at her feet, if she preferred it that way. “Oh right, she wanted to step on you, too!” Lucy chimed in. “Lulu! That’s not even true!” Elena laughed and looked at you. “I’ll ... put my feet up.” she said and slowly moved her feet from the ground up onto the table, showing off her black high top converse sneakers, with the worn dusty soles and the canvas showing clear signs of long wear. Your eyes were drawn to the little air holes in the sides of the shoes. Those very same holes you had stuck your shrunken head into, to get a whiff of Elena’s foot scent. You got down on your knees by her legs and reached for the laces of her shoes. “Wait.” you stopped and looked at Elena, who subtly tried to hide behind her hands. “I ... my feet are ... like ... really gross and smelly. It’s the heat, you know?” You assured her you understood and told her not to worry. You leaned in close to her left shoe and pressed your nose up to the side holes, then inhaled deeply. The smell was rancid. Similar to the way it had been in the gym, yet so much more pungent now, with her sweaty foot still inside the shoe. “Told you.” she muttered, cringing at the way you grimaced. You decided it was time to be honest. You informed her that her feet stank more than any foot or shoe you had ever smelt. “Babe,” Lucy tried to intervene, but you smiled at her and shook your head, then continued, saying the intensity overpowered the actual scent, which, in your opinion, would be rather nice. “Huh?” Elena looked confused. You explained that, if she didn’t wear such stuffy footwear in this weather, her feet would probably smell rather nice. It was the fact she was sweating so hard and not letting her feet breathe, that made them stink. “See? You should be wearing sandals or something!” Lucy agreed. Elena sighed. “I guess ... they still stink though, right? So we should probably just stop here, it’s just too gross.” You disagreed, to her astonishment. You began to untie her shoe laces. “Wait, you just said,” You informed her that feet didn’t have to smell nice for you to enjoy them. There was something enticing about a foot that made it hard to breathe. “Hard to breathe? You’re joking. That’s ... are you being serious?” You nodded, pulled the collar of her shoe loose and slowly slid it off her foot, revealing her partly torn, sweaty black sock, hugging her small sole and outlining each of her toes. Elena subconsciously curled her toes, creasing the damp cotton to the wrinkles of her sole. You stared at her foot with awe. Her sock was not only sweaty and grimy, the cotton fibres were worn and partly ripped at the ball of her foot, her heel and each of her toes. Essentially every part of her sock that would be in contact with whatever was beneath her feet. Lucy very rarely let her socks get to such a state before she threw them out, so this was a rare sight. Some of the holes gave you glimpses of her bare sole inside her sock.The air also began to fill with her foot stench. Lucy smelt it too, as did Elena, who was visibly embarrassed. “I ... I shouldn’t have agreed to this.” You informed her, nonchalantly, that it was too late, then stuck your nose right up against her toes, nuzzling your nostrils up under the arches of her digits. “Stop!” Elena squealed, covering her face with both hands as she instinctively scrunched her toes around your nose. You, meanwhile, felt the sweaty cotton of her sock up against your lips, felt the desire to stick your tongue out and lick her foot sweat from her sock, to taste her bare foot through the tears, while the intense stench of her toes filled your lungs. “Why are you doing that? Fuck me, that’s so gross!” she whined, still not looking at you. You inhaled deeply, then exhaled, then inhaled, drawing air in through her sock, through her toes, then forcing it back out. Eventually Elena dared to look at you, kneeling by the table, your nose shoved under her toes, as she felt each breath you took through her sweat drenched sock. She saw your face, how flushed it was, and the way you closed your eyes as you smelled her foot. “You ... actually like that?” Without stopping, you told her the smell was intense, but addicting. “I ... I just ... how can you ... you seriously like the smell?”

“Doesn’t he look serious?” Lucy asked and got up, walked around the table and picked up Elena’s discarded converse sneaker. “Watch.” she grabbed you by the back of your neck, making you pull back from Elena’s foot, then turned you towards the sneaker she was holding, and then pressed it against your face, shoving your nose into the opening. Your eyes widened as humid, sweaty hot air filled your lungs, overwhelming you at first, before you greedily began to sniff the inside of Elena’s sneaker. “Lulu, you’re literally forcing him.” Elena muttered, staring at you with your nose inside her shoe. Lucy looked a little taken aback, then let go of the shoe, which you immediately caught and pressed back against your face. “No, he just ... likes when someone “takes charge”.” she said and took a step back, presenting you, sniffing the rancid sneaker of your own volition. “There’s ... I’m sorry, I just ... there’s no way anyone would ever want to smell my feet.” Lucy snatched the shoe from you, tossing it onto the couch. You took a few breaths of fresh air, your face hot, your lips still tasting faintly of Elena’s sock. Lucy grabbed your chin, tilting your head up at her. “Hear that? Apparently you don’t want to be doing this, huh?” Lucy smiled and walked back over to the couch and sat down. Elena looked back and forth, confused. You knew what to do. You felt the desire burning in you, pulsing with your erection. You turned to Elena, your eyes lowered and asked if you may continue smelling her feet. Her jaw dropped and she looked at you with wide eyes, not answering. You added a “please”. “Wait, are you for real?” You nodded eagerly, catching whiffs of her foot scent lingering in the air and kept pleading. Elena looked at you, kneeling, blushing, sweating, begging her to let you smell her sweaty feet. “I ... I guess ... if you’re sure you want to.” With that you stuck your nose back under her toes, taking aggressive, deep breaths through her sock and toes, loving every second your senses were subjected to the intense aroma. Elena watched you this time, chewing on her lip, wiggling her toes occasionally. “I can’t believe this.” she said and covered her hot face. “He’s actually sniffing my foot. And he likes it.” Lucy giggled, remembering the times she had reacted that way to your rather passionate worship. “Are your socks clean, by the way?” she asked, to which Elena grew red. “Oh god no, I’ve worn this pair to death ... I’m so sorry, Clayton.” You shook your head dismissively, your eyes still drawn to the glimpses of Elena’s bare sole peaking through the tears in her sock. Lucy, meanwhile, continued to look at Elena. “What?”

“You could have him lick your socks.”

“What?!” Elena yelled, then shrank down. “Shit, sorry. But ... what? Why would I ... why would he ... that’s,” she looked at you, sniffing her sweaty sock, feeling your lips pressed up against the underside. You met her eyes, hoping she would give you permission to stick out your tongue. “Do ... you really want to?” You nodded, to which she curled her toes around your nose, bit her lip and nodded. “Fuck it. If you seriously want to put your tongue anywhere near those ... go ahead.” You stuck your tongue out, spreading it against the sweaty, grimy and dusty underside of her black sock, tasting foot gunk gathered from her sneaker’s insole, and of course her delicious, salty foot sweat. You dragged your tongue all along the bottom of her sock, licking every inch of grime and dust, every slither of sweat from the cotton fibres, while her rancid foot stench still filled your nostrils with every breath. You licked the tears of her sock the slowest, relishing every trace of her sweaty bare sole that you could taste. Every aspect of this experience with Elena’s foot was disgusting, which is exactly why loved every second that she let you lick and sniff her sweaty sock. Elena also found it rather disgusting, watching you lick the literal filth and sweat from her sock, feeling your warm, wet tongue going up and down what she knew to be one of her nastiest, oldest pairs of socks, flexing her toes when she felt your tongue nearly reach her bare foot. Yet to the surprise of you both, she moved her right foot closer to her, untied the laces, pulled the shoe off and crossed her legs, inviting you, without a word, to show the same love to her other sock which seemed to have suffered under her foot just as much, if not more than its counterpart, with an almost clear view of her short toes peaking through the torn fibres. You accepted the invitation, of course, shoving your nose against those tears, sniffing her toes, the stench more rancid, more pure, fresh from her shoe, her socks drenched enough her sweat stung your lips as you brushed the cotton, before you stuck your tongue out and greedily welcomed all the grime and sweat into your mouth and swallowed it with delight. Lucy, watching all of this, eventually noticed the look of disgust on Elena’s face slowly fading, replaced by a fascination, maybe even a look of enjoyment, as she watched you licking her filthy, sweaty socks and felt your breathe between her toes. “Will you let him take them off?” she decided to ask, which snapped Elena out of her trance. “Huh? What do you ... my socks? But ... he’s ... enjoying that, isn’t he?” You didn’t reply, too busy alternating between her socks, licking and sniffing. “Well yeah, but,” Lucy raised her brows, “That’s not why we’re here, remember? This isn’t about him having his fun or you getting your socks cleaned.” She looked at you and said: “You know that he likes the smell of your feet, though you were convinced he wouldn’t.” Elena curled her toes, still conflicted. “I don’t know, Lulu.”

“I mean,” Lucy grinned, “You made him lick your socks clean, at least give him some reward.” Elena looked shocked. “What? I didn’t force him, he wanted to!”

“I’m kidding!” Lucy laughed. “Though, as much as he’s enjoying himself - believe me, he’s itching to see your bare feet.”

“No he’s not. I mean, I know how torn my socks are, he can basically see them already. But even then I doubt he’s ready to actually see them.” Elena muttered, pouting to herself. You heard that, and decided to prove her wrong, by using your teeth to start pulling her right sock off. “Hey, what are you - stop!” You stopped, her bare heel revealed, her sock still between your teeth. Elena looked at you with red cheeks, while each breath you took filled your nostrils with the sweet, alluring stench of her bare foot. “You really ... want to?” she asked you. You nodded, her sock between your teeth. She leaned back, defeated and said: “I warned you.” You grinned and pulled her sock off completely. Silence filled the room. You stared at the pink, wet sole of her relatively small foot, at the slight wrinkles in her pale sole, at the sock lint and toe jam between each of her short, adorable toes. You looked at Elena, who seemed to be anxiously awaiting your reaction. You leaned over her foot, inspecting the top and each of her toes. “I didn’t know you had a tattoo.” Lucy noted, referring to the small, thorny rose adorning the top of her foot, partly covered by the lower end of her fishnet leggings. You meanwhile, studied her nails. They weren’t as well maintained as Lucy’s or Chloe’s, but they looked healthy, were cut well and didn’t hurt the cuteness of her short digits in any way. Her foot was pale, and showed some veins, but overall it simply left you baffled. With that baffled confusion showing in your face you asked her where exactly the “ugly” or “gross” part was, as you couldn’t seem to find it anywhere on her sole or between any of her, frankly, adorable toes. Elena, who seemed to be in disbelief, welled up, closing her eyes and groaning. “Fuck, why am I crying over this?”

“’cause it’s important to you.” Lucy whispered as she hugged her friend. “It’s so stupid though.” You chuckled and corrected her that, if anything was stupid about this, it was her ex’s slander about her feet. She laughed, wiping her tears away, as you gently nuzzled your nose between her toes and took a deep breath. It smelled amazing, making your eyes roll up. “Ugh, I was so scared you’d think they’re ugly.” Elena groaned, annoyed at herself, though you weren’t sure if that annoyance was because of the triviality of the matter, or because she valued your opinion of her feet more than her own. “To be honest,” Lucy said, looking at Elena’s toes, “I could have told you they’re fine. The tattoo is cute, too.” Elena smiled at her friend. “I’ve got another one on my other foot. And one down my spine. I just ... rarely get to show them, if ever.” Lucy leaned closer to you and Elena’s feet. “I think some cute nail polish would be great.” Elena smiled, looking at her toes around your nose. “I ... I’d like to try that.”

“I’ve got some!” Lucy announced and jumped to her feet, rushing into the bedroom. Elena chuckled, still smiling with teary eyes and looked back at you, smelling her toes. “I still think this whole situation is ... silly ... and gross ... and weird ... but ... thank you, Clay. Lulu’s right about you, you are a sweet guy.” You found yourself blushing and pulled back from her foot, scratching the back of your head. “Sorry, didn’t mean to fluster you. You can ... keep doing ... what you were doing.” You smiled and leaned closer to her foot, her pale, pink sole and soft toes tempting you. You were about to ask, but Elena giggled and said: “You ... don’t tell me you seriously want to ... lick my sweaty foot.” You grinned and planted a quick kiss on the ball of her foot, tasting her sweat while she, startled, clenched her toes. She bit her lip, looking at her feet, feeling how sweaty they were. “Are you sure?” You nodded. She smiled a little, relaxing her toes and nodded at you.