The Natural Curl (DeviantArt Request) (Patreon)

The safest place for you was at the base of her toes, nuzzled in their natural curl so like any other day inside her sock, that's where you stayed during her morning commute. Luckily for you, she always started the work day by removing her shoes.  And through her infinite generosity and grace, you were permitted to spend her entire shift moving freely within the sock.   You'd often squirm down the pad of her massive foot and force your body up against her ankle, farthest from those smelly toes as you could get without actually leaving the sock.  Her skin was wonderfully smooth and fragrant here, and you cherished how relatively unaffected you were by the idle wiggling of her toes when she was in deep concentration. But just like that, the work day was over. You could hear her powering down her computer and chatting with a coworker about her plans for the weekend. You wriggled back to the underside of your goddess's sole and toward her toes like a woodland animal frantically retreating to its home.  Filing cabinets were closing.  Papers were rustling.  You had to hurry...as generous as your goddess was, she wouldn't delay her departure for your sake.  That foot was going to support her full weight and it was NOT up to her to make sure you were where you belonged.  With a final, exhausted huff, you nuzzled into the natural curl of her plush toes and the big, chubby digits curled protectively and dominantly over you. It was a close call--you'd barely aligned yourself horizontally along her toes as she stuffed her sock-clad feet into her sneakers. The lights went out as you hugged her big toe, larger than you. Without a word to you, she knotted the laces, effectively locking you in position. She'd only just left the building, cheerfully wishing every normal, full-sized person she passed a happy weekend, and her massive, bullying toes were already starting to get slick.