She flexed her webbed toes as they slowly dug their way into her shoes, flinching only when they felt Mat in there.

"OH. Okay, uh... man, this is gonna feel weird." she winced, looking down at her shoes, "So... first, sorry about the smell? Useless-ass shower in this place doesn't work, and sorry in advance if you end up splotched along the way."

Mat watched from the toe section, looking to the mouth of the shoe until he heard her approach. Then, he saw her eye peering in after him. He took in a deep breath, shivering with pleasure as the thick, comfortable scent washed over his little body, and waved as cute-ly as he could manage to.

Thin fabric along the walls of the shoe shone light through as it was cut from the entrance of her converse. Her toes slipped inside, pressing into the insole ang ripping up toward him. The webbing looked grimy, and the purple-tinged light cast everything around him in a lovely shade.

He lay back, trying to make himself as flat as he could with the insole of her shoe as the large toes slid over his little body. They were rough, the pads pressed over him, pushing the air from his lungs before sliding into place beyond. At one inch tall, he fit perfectly in the space beneath her toes arches.

And now that he was actually beneath her, he was overwhelmed with her scent.

It was powerful. His arousal found its way between two of her toes, slipping into the sweat-slickened, gritty embrace of her tough skin. It squeezed it tight, almost painfully so as the gritty, rough digits gripped down on his body. He couldn't squirm as a blast of pleasure radiated over him. He was shaking, the warmth of her body immediately raising the temperature inside by a few degrease as he felt the tip pressing into the webbing of her toes. His face was there too on another digit, his nose hovering near the webbing which would only show when her toes splayed a little over him. It was like being bound, gripped by her toes and held tight even if she wasn't intending to do so.

And from here, he couldn't actually talk to her. He knew his voice would be muffled by her shoe and her foot, so instead of speaking, he tried his best to communicate in a different way.

A gentle, soft, lick.

His tongue slid across the skin of her foot, enough that she'd be able to feel him. He wanted to know, first and foremost, if that was an okay thing to do. If she liked the attention, or if she wanted him to stay still and not do anything more. The flavor was salty, gritty, grimy, and earthy...