My Little Pet 2 (Chapter 2) (Patreon)

Matt and Nadia trembled as they embraced in the darkness of Sarah’s ballet flat up on the closet shelf. It had been more than a week since Sarah took Nadia prisoner too, and the bubbly blonde had kept them in the same slipper, to help them become friends.

Every morning, Nadia was helpless to watch her boyfriend plucked out of the hovel by a monstrous hand. After some sloppy kisses from Sarah on the shrunken man dangled in her fingers, he was shoved into the eighteen-year-old’s sneakers. All Nadia could do then was scream and weep at the sight of the adolescent’s wriggling bare toes jamming their way into the mouth, followed by the rest of her foot, thus mushing Nadia’s boyfriend down into the grimy insole beneath her heft.

“Awww. You look jealous of your brother, little one,” Sarah would say, spying the tiny woman’s reactions. All the while, the teen tightened her shoelaces, binding her meaty foot down to Matt’s helpless body. “Not yet, Queenie. Mommy wants you to get nice and used to how her feet smell in there, so you feel at home, before I wear you around, too.”

Then the woman was simply left alone for eight long hours to think of her boyfriend being used as a human insole for a sparkle-eyed giant stranger.

This morning was a Saturday, though, and Sarah didn’t have school. After so much uncertainty and bizarre trauma, Matt and Nadia gave in to animal need. They tore their hand-stitched clothes off and, with their bodies pressed together, kissed more deeply than they had in a long while. The whiffy air lingering in the shoe from the teen’s last sweaty romp wasn’t ideal, but soon, neither shrunken pet noticed. In no time, both were horny and ravenous for release. No sooner had Matt and Nadia coiled into one another, though, when the closet creaked open and light fell on them.

“That’s sooooo sweet!” Sarah boomed. Her tone was earnest and adoring as ever, despite what she’d just caught the pair doing. Humiliated and terrified of their sudden vulnerability, the nude Matt and Nadia quickly scrambled away from one another. “Look at you two, rolling around on the inside of my shoe, like you wanna get my smell all over you and remember who owns you.”

Nadia and Matt looked to each other. Maybe they’d avoided trouble, thanks to Sarah’s unrelentingly ditzy personality?

“Well, I think I can help you out with that. Especially you, Queenie,” Sarah announced. She reached into the shoe, just as she had every day, except her fingers didn’t fasten around Matt, but Nadia instead.

“MATT!” Screeching, the little woman clawed at the spongy insole; Matt took her hands, but was only dragged along the ground for a moment, before Sarah easily lifted her chosen female pet out of the ripe habitat. “HELP ME!”

“That’s right, say your meep-meeps all excited, cuz today’s the day! We’re going to the park now, Queenie, just you and me and my friends. Mommy wants to have some quality time with her pretty little woman,” Sarah cooed. As she spoke, the giant’s fingers lovingly combed over Nadia’s hair and caressed her feminine curves. In her opposite hand, the teen produced her cell phone, clicked the screen, and held it at arm’s length. “What should I call this picture? Maybe: First Day Out With Queenie Selfie!”

Nadia squirmed uselessly, as usual, while Sarah’s mighty fingers cupped her naked body to her chin. The girl’s pillowy lips shaped into their usual duck-face pucker. Smothering and moist, that mouth of hers lavished her pet with disgusting smooches. Putting her miniature arms up in defense only allowed Nadia’s hands to push forward into Sarah’s mouth, which the girl only answered with giggles and heavier suction. Meanwhile, with her opposite hand, the titanic teen was snapping away. The camera flashed again and again, momentarily blinding Nadia, and making it even harder to fight the onslaught of damp kisses which coated her whole body.

“Now we better get going,” Sarah said, grinning cheesily and pocketing her phone. “They’re waiting for us!”

With no further fanfare, the girl deposited Nadia into her athletic sneaker, which already stunk doubly worse than the ballet flat. Just as quickly, her enormous naked foot was rushing inside, pummeling Nadia into the cushioned walls, until the woman was pinned directly under Sarah’s powerful, youthful toes. As per usual, the shrunken pet’s screams of protest were only swallowed up into the buttery sky of giant toe flesh.

Being walked on was a nightmare. Nadia had never considered such discomfort and soreness might be inflicted upon her. Let alone that it would come from the loving actions of a teenage stranger with greedy fingers and musky bare feet. While she’d already been played with under the girl’s weary toejam-smeared soles in open air, this was a far more potent and acrid hell.

Sarah’s footfalls were carefree and unforgiving; the girl seemed to actually be skipping during part of the journey. These gleeful jaunts were especially hard on Nadia. The concave crest of buckling digits paled and mashed down ever-lower, grinding the little woman into the sticky insole. Out in the summertime heat, Sarah started to perspire in no time. This effect was exponentially harsh in the balmy confines of the sneaker, and soon, Nadia was literally cooking in a puddle of sappy foot sweat.

Half an hour passed. Nadia was flashing in and out of cogency, the longer she was trampled under Sarah’s greasy ped. However, with intense concentration, she could pick out clues to her whereabouts. Distant conversation and the chirping of birds, confirming the park, but also voices nearer and just above. Sarah was excitedly speaking to three other girls, no-doubt just as tremendous in scope and capable of mashing a helpless shrunken person into toe paste.

“Yeah, things are going great with Bobby! We’ve been on six dates now,” Sarah cheered, her words seething with adoration. Requisite gasps from her babbling teenage friends rang out. “What? How many times have we kissed? I don’t know! Like, eight? Uh, YEAH, it was amazing!” More giggling and congratulations.

Meanwhile, Nadia only prayed that Sarah would remain still for a while, so she wouldn’t have to be pounded into the insole for another stroll of rhythmic torture. Or, better yet, maybe she’d tire of her probably-equally idiotic friends and head home soon.

“You wanna see the selfies I took?” Sarah asked. There was a pause while she retrieved her phone and the other girls crowded around. “They’re sooooo precious. Yeah, I got another pet. Found her right out in the garden! It’s like she was waiting for me. Seriously, she loves her Mommy so much now, and can’t get enough of me. It’s like she feels safer when she’s near me, especially my feet. I know, it’s super-duper cute, right? What’s that, Amy? Yeah, sure, you can meet her sometime!”

Hearing these filthy lies made Nadia ill. Or maybe that was just the expired-dairy-and-meat stench of Sarah’s summertime sweat, roasting in stale sneakers. Nadia blanched at the putrid air and sweat-soggy toes, as well as the extent of Sarah’s foolish misunderstanding. God, what she wouldn’t give for just a puff of fresh air and three seconds of linguistic contact with this enormous teenage dolt. Then she’d let her have it.

Mercy came eventually, when the walking resumed and the volume of sweat coursing through the swamp of Sarah’s sneaker reached its peak. They were going home. At this point, so much moisture lubricated the girl’s pudgy sole that Nadia was free to slide all about with each step. On one impact, the tiny woman might find herself pinched in the vice of eager toes; on another, she might be smashed under the supple mass of bare sole flesh expanding atop of her frail three-inch self.

Relief like nothing Nadia had ever known was experienced when that massive adolescent bare foot peeled itself away from her perspiration-glossed body. Even when Sarah’s fingers fished down into the sneaker to grab her, Nadia didn’t complain. Anything was better than being walked on by a cataclysmic naked foot for an hour in the muggy summer heat.

At least until Nadia looked around. They weren’t back in the bedroom, and she wasn’t being returned to the ballet flat with Matt to finish what they’d started. Instead, they were in the bathroom, and Sarah was dangling her pet over a marble sink filled with warm water.

“Wait, STOP!” Nadia cried as she hung upside down from Sarah’s hand.

“That’s right, I know you’re excited to get all squeaky-clean. No offense, Queenie, but you smell after you were having so much fun down in Mommy’s shoes. Now, let’s soap you up.” True to her word, Sarah’s arm descended, and without hesitation she dunked Nadia into the lukewarm bath.

Caught off-guard, Nadia took suds down the throat as she was dragged to the depths of the bowl. The water temperature was comfortable, but Sarah’s hand kept her trapped like a shark cage, restricting oxygen. Then, in a breaching splash, the girl drew Nadia up in cupped hands full of soap. The shrunken woman sputtered for air, coughing up bubbles, but there was no time to recover.

“There we go, now you’re all wet and sudsy. Let’s see if we can scrub you all pretty again, okay?” Sarah forewarned.

Her thumbs reared up on either side of Nadia, and with ruthless efficiency, proceeded to rub the slippery little pet into oblivion. As expected, Nadia’s cries went ignored, except for the occasional snicker, while Sarah’s fingers washed every nook and cranny of her body. In soft circles, those spiraled thumbpads stroked. The girl’s finger batted at Nadia’s chest, wound around her legs, and flicked her in the butt. Never had the woman felt so violated in all her life. Just as before she couldn’t have imagined having her life threatened beneath a meaty bare foot belonging to a teenage girl, so too did she find it impossible to picture being roughly fondled by that same well-meaning entity. Yet here she was.

“Cleanliness is next to godliness, you know, Queenie,” Sarah commented. She closed her fist around Nadia and dunked her again into the warm bath. Upon drawing her dripping fingers back up, she continued the forcible rubdown as before.

Nadia went despondently limp, and didn’t fight back now as Sarah’s exploratory fingers scoured and polished the grime away.

“And you’re gonna be sooooo clean, that you’ll just wanna jump right back in my shoes. But I won’t let you just yet. Not until it’s time for school. Then I’ll take you both with me: Boogie in one shoe, and you in the other. Cuz I love you both equally!”

Nadia lay still as the water was drained, the towel wrapped around her to dry, and Sarah’s fist bundled her up for transport. The tiny woman couldn’t summon a word nor even a facial twitch as the closet doors were opened, and the opening of the familiar ballet flat came near. Matt waved his arms desperately from inside, but still Nadia didn’t react.

“That was so much fun, Queenie. We’re definitely gonna bring you along all the time now, too. I wouldn’t want you to get jealous of Boogie, since you’re part of the family,” Sarah enthused. She brought Nadia to her mouth and wrapped her wet lips hard over most of the woman’s head, undoing half of her cleansing efforts in one slobbery smooch. With a soft pop, then she withdrew and tucked Nadia into the slipper with Matt. “I’m gonna go eat lunch, and then I’ll be back, and let you two play under your Mommy’s foot, okay? Byeeee!”

Sarah shut the doors and bounded away, leaving them in shadow and silence. Instantly, Matt huddled around Nadia, kissing her cheek, but the woman held still as a statue.

“Thank God you’re all right,” he whispered. “Please, Nadia. Lay with me. I… I need you so bad. This is so awful, I just have to feel close to you. Won’t you-”

“I need to be alone for a while,” Nadia croaked. She brushed off her boyfriend’s embrace and crawled down into the balmy toe section of the slipper, where she curled into a ball and fell into fitful rest.