My Little Pet - Amy's House (Chapter 2) (Patreon)

For a moment, Nadia was stomach-turningly humbled by the sight of the fossilized foot-shape, stained with dark sweat into the insole. Amy had owned and worn these shoes for a very long time, and there was a definite and smelly history stamped into them. However, Nadia didn’t have long to ponder this gruesome sight, before the eighteen-year-old’s mammoth foot was passing under the straps. With intentional precision, the immature giantess rolled Nadia squarely into the center of the shoe, where her miniature frame could act as a cushion for the squishy ceiling of sticky sole coming down.

Stuck between a cry and a yelp, Nadia was pinned under the all-encompassing pad of sole skin. Her limbs and joints quaked as she was forced to surrender to Amy’s toned weight. As she gulped for rancid air, a pure crystal bead of sweat formed and sloshed into Nadia’s cheeks. Coughing only caused the liquid to slurp down her throat.

A finger pressed its way under the leather flaps of the Birkenstock, and Nadia spied Amy’s enormous eye peeking inside at her.

“I’m… meeting up with somebody soon, Queenie. A boy. It’ll be a while out and about, since we’re going to the park, but I didn’t want you to miss me too much. So you’re coming, too. Don’t worry. I’ll leave you down there in my shoe the whole time, so nobody gets jealous of me having you.”

Lucky me, Nadia thought angrily. She played dead, hoping to be spared as much discomfort as possible. Of course, under a foot as moist and searing as Amy’s, that was a tall order.

Briefly, the brunette paused in front of the floor-length mirror to admire herself, and make sure her hair and make-up were done up well enough. Her tanned skin was golden outdoorsy perfection, even and all natural; her dark hair shimmered in the gleam of sunlight, and her athletically sculpted limbs were fully displayed by a sleeveless tank top and thigh-hugging skirt. Even her broad-shouldered frame didn’t bother her now. Though in her younger days, Amy was self-conscious about being taller than everyone in class, including most of the boys, the now six-foot-one girl embraced her powerful Amazonian appearance fully. She’d learned to strut like a supermodel, keeping her chin up and her chest puffed out.

And, as always, her ample feet were housed in her favorite leathery wear, with a secret good luck charm wedged under the slick slab of her feminine sole.

“Off we go, Queenie! Sit tight. Oh, it’s such a beautiful day!”

Nadia braced herself when she heard the front doorknob turn. The endurance of being walked upon only became worse once the gigantic teen made her way outdoors and happily commenced strolling toward the park. The high and humid temperature proceeded to cook the girl’s feet in the steamy leather, and Nadia was at the epicenter of the sweaty, putrid carnage. A puddle of sweat was pooling around the little woman’s bare back, and only splashing higher and hotter every time that putty-like giant sole squished her down to take a step.

After a while, the onslaught of stamping paused. Nadia recognized flashes of green grass and cobblestone beyond, suggesting Amy was now in the park. The long-legged demigoddess of a girl sat on a wooden bench and crossed her leg, dangling the Birkenstock from her relaxed foot. This new pattern of motion saved Nadia from being stepped on, but it also meant she was made to bounce rapidly from the spongy insole then back up to the gummy stretch of wrinkled arch.

“Hey, Bobby!” Amy cooed. “How are you today?” Her voice was melodramatically alluring.

“I’m good…” the boy responded uncertainly.

“Why don’t you sit down by me?” Amy asked, patting the bench.

“Okay, okay.”

The giant foot stopped bobbing, and Nadia was finally allowed a much-needed break. The little naked woman, imprisoned behind the leather bars of the Birkenstock, crawled toward the edge for a breath of cleaner air. As she did, it occurred to her that this was the same Bobby she recognized from the few occasions when Sarah had her supposed boyfriend over for a clumsy make-out in the bedroom. Why was he here?

“I wasn’t sure you were gonna come,” Amy said to him.

“Well, you said you wanted to talk to me in person.”

The conversation carried pleasantly on, while Nadia dipped her arms out from between the large straps of the shoe. If only Amy would set her foot down on the ground, then Nadia could climb out and forage for shelter. It would be dangerous out there, at the mercy of insects, weather, or even the fast-falling shoes of walking passerby. However, Nadia was prepared to risk it. Anything was better than with Amy.

“What are you talking about?” Bobby said in response.

“I like you, Bobby,” Amy admitted. “Not just like you, but like-like you. I know that’s kinda weird to hear, cuz you’ve been hanging out so much with my BFF Sarah. But, like, we’re young, you know? It’s totally cool for people to hang out with other people, too. Maybe even… more.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?” Bobby demanded. “You… like me?”

“Come closer, and I’ll show you.”

“Huh?”

At this moment, Amy leaned closer to Bobby, aiming for a kiss; for leverage, she planted her crossed leg back to the ground. Apparently the girl was willing to scoop her best friend’s boyfriend right out from under her; not that Nadia cared. The shrunken woman had her chance, at least for a second, as the Birkenstock slammed into earth. However, before Nadia could take the flying leap to the safety of ground, Amy’s foot came inevitably colliding back with the insole. Her tenuous, slightly pudgy-pink instep swelled as her flesh pressurized into the battered sandal basin. Grossly overpowered, Nadia’s legs were pinned firmly under the dead weight of Amy’s greasy sole.

“Get off me, you bitch!” Nadia wailed, breaking into tears. So close, yet so far.

Up above, a flustered Bobby defensively leaned away from Amy. This was no easy task, given the Viking-proportioned young lady was not only taller than him, but likely stronger as well, and her reach was long enough to follow him. Her arm wrapped around Bobby’s shoulder, clutching him closer as her lips drew near, but the boy managed to wriggle away.

“No!” Bobby gasped.

“Well, fine, then,” Amy shrugged, hiding her disappointment, and crossed her tanned arms. “I was just giving you options. I think you’re cute, but maybe you’re not grown-up enough for me yet. You probably shouldn’t mention this to Sarah.”