My Little Pet - Amy's House (Chapter 1) (Patreon)

Nadia swum in a dizzy haze. The three-inch woman was dangled upside down, with each of her legs pinched between a set of enormous feminine digits. Amy’s long and burly feet possessed dexterous finger-toes slender and strong enough to easily keep a miniature person hung from them.

So, this was the fate Nadia was forced to endure: inverted, with both helpless legs wedged between two tight adjoining toe crevices. And, of course, the abused little woman had her faced pressed down against the balmy, damp ball of Amy’s foot. Every time the eighteen-year-old bobbed her ankle or scrunched her toes, Nadia was powerless to stop herself from being body-slammed back against the rounded peak of Amy’s sole arch.

This was simply life now, it seemed. Nadia had first spent a month in the clutches of the mysterious young dunce Sarah, that monstrous blonde who’d evidently captured Matt and kept him as a foot-accessory all the time he was missing. Nadia thought her existence couldn’t get any more depressing. But she was wrong, because she met Amy that fateful afternoon.

Now, just one month later in the playful grip of her new owner felt like a year’s time compared to imprisonment under Sarah. She even missed those scratchy pink clothes the blonde stitched for her; those garments were ripped away the moment Amy got Nadia home, and the little woman had been naked and exposed ever since. Made inhuman, like an animal.

“This show is sooooo stupid. I can’t even believe I watch this stuff,” Amy complained, though she’d been watching it for an hour without switching the channel. Bored, she flexed her toes up and down, making Nadia sick to her tiny stomach. “Hey down there, lil’ Queenie! You getting enough FOOT down there? You must be, cuz I feel you moving around every time I squeeze your cute little body.”

Today, the lanky, dark-haired teenage goddess was lazily stretched out on a couch to watch the TV. Meanwhile, her pillared legs were crossed on the cushions, with her bare feet propped up on a pillow. Even though the athletic titaness hadn’t done any exercising yet today, this was the middle an oppressively humid summer. As soon as you stepped outdoors, the sticky air clung to your skin and made you huff.

Which meant that every second spent in motion caused Amy’s feet to go into heavy sweat production. Even resting, like they had been for hours, on a soft couch with a tiny woman dangling like a Christmas ornament from the upturned toes. Washing and lotioning them only provided temporary relief; the fruity scents of those products were quickly swallowed up when the first glaze of sour sweat frosted over Amy’s foot. The majority of Nadia’s days were spent semi-glued to this massive appendage by a steady trickling stream of viscous perspiration.

For a better look at her toy, Amy crossed her ankle over her knee, which allowed her to see the little woman clasped like flypaper to her sole. “I can’t hear you, Queenie! How’s it… hanging! Ha-ha, you get it? Cuz you’re hanging from my foot. You know, sort of a little joke.”

“Screw you,” Nadia scowled, knowing it was pointless to speak; still, there was rare catharsis in being able to openly insult her giant tormentor. She’d considered Sarah a dumb little ditz, but Amy was a special kind of slow. The towering six-foot-one behemoth teen was greedy, self-involved, lacking in common sense and basic empathy. Misguided as Sarah was, at least she was caring, and addressed her pets like infants. In Amy’s hands, Nadia felt more like an inanimate object.

“I wouldn’t have thought it would be so important for you to get this much time around my feet,” Amy casually explained, grinning cheekily all the while at her toy. “I mean, they’re kinda gross. They get a lil’ stinky after I’ve been walking around, especially in this kind of heat. Maybe you don’t notice it, but they do.”

“I notice, you piece of shit,” Nadia grumbled. Her legs were numb from being grasped in Amy’s muscular toes.

“But now that you’ve belonged to me for a while, I can start to see how much you like being down there,” Amy continued. “It’s where you’re happiest! I see that now. All your wiggling and waving and rolling around, like a puppy trying to cover herself in her owner’s smell! That’s how Sarah says it, and it makes sense to me. She was super worried for a while that I wouldn’t give you enough time down at my feet. She texts me all the time still, asking if I put you under my foot or between my toes, and if I’m not doing it right then, she asks me to do it! I bet you’re real grateful to her for that, even if you can’t understand everything I’m saying to you now.”

Nadia might have started to cry, if she wasn’t so dizzy and light-headed. The thought of her former owner actively and explicitly demanding that Amy’s feet be upon her even more frequently was simply too much. She cursed the day both these wretched girls were expelled from their mothers’ wombs. The very idea that the world was twisted enough to allow these two young strangers this much power over herself and her poor boyfriend, wherever he was, filled Nadia with rage. She couldn’t say whether she wanted to weep or scream more.

For a while longer, the TV quietly blared, and Nadia was subject to the rubbery grinding of those massive, jammy toes around her legs. Her face was bounced off the ball of the foot so many times, Nadia started giving up on trying to keep her lips clenched; as a result, every time Amy scrunched her digits, the tiny woman was made to taste the bitter, meaty skin and the briny liquid which glossed it.

“I guess I’ve been sitting here on my cute butt for long enough!” Amy announced. “And it’s almost three o’clock!” She slid to the side of the couch cushions, and wedged her free foot into the leathery confines of her favorite Birkenstocks. Then, lowering the opposite ped toward the carpet, the teen released the hold on Nadia, and allowed the naked woman to tumble down into the flaky, faded basin of the shoe.