Illusion by LunaRolexLer

ItchIO - Steam

As he returned to life once more his senses began to come back to him one by one. The feeling around him was warm, he could feel skin pressing against the front of his body... Heat and sweat, then of course... Smell. It wasn't horrible yet, but it was infinitely familiar. He was inside of someone's shoe again, but this time he awoke to the footwear already being occupied. The faint sound of muffled rock music could be heard through the walls of the person's shoe as Mathew attempted to figure out where exactly he was - and who his captor was.

Like usual, his body was immobile. Pleasure pulsed through his tiny form with each breath of the intoxicating odor that he was forced to endure. Like a drug it kept him docile, unable to do much other than exist.

"What!" Mathew heard, a feminine voice - still muffled by the music and the leather of the boots around him. "Oh damn it! Wait, how?!"

The music drown out a little bit of the individual's voice after that. He could make out a few words as he tried to force himself to regain his strength. The little one could feel skin, and fabric at his back... He was inside of the sock, trapped up against her toes. After a few seconds of incoherent, muffled complaining, the enormous toes began to grip and shift around his little body. He was pulled up and squeezed, when he was let go - the ball of the girl's foot came down to rest on him.

"Not to mention there's some pebble in my shoe too! Well... That's where it will stay! I'm too lazy to take that shit out..." He heard her say, barely able to recognize her words through the weight and pressure.

He felt like he was going to pop, he could feel his bones creaking... It was hard to breathe as well. The more she stood and spoke to herself, the harder it was for Mathew to continue. His tiny lungs burned, the heat and pressure kept bearing down on his little body. Then, before she began to walk, she gently tapped the tip of her shoe on the ground. It dislodged him, forcing his paralyzed little body into the relative safety beneath her toes. It was probably more comfortable for her, and definitely more comfortable for him. He took in a deep breath, getting nothing but a huge lung-full of foot odor.

*Later that night.*

Miraculously he survived. Every slamming step she took as she traveled around was another potential death beneath the weight of her footfall. The only thing he could gather from all the conversations around his little prison was her name, most everything else fell off. It was either because of the muffled tone everyone had around him, or simply because of the immense emotions and euphoric sensations reaping havoc on his tiny mind. Either way, she was Nawara, and she was hopelessly unaware of his situation.

Finally, relief came. He could feel her foot lift out of her boot, obviously sore from the constant walking and stress. As she pulled off her socks though, he did not come with her. Her enormous snowy white toes slid over his little body leaving him firmly where he was - stuck to the fabric of her sock, stuck like glue... The constant attention from her walk had all but kept him paralyzed where he was. All he could do was whimper and quake as she bunched up the sock he was in and tossed it aside. Even if he was able to move, the way she took off her sock would have made it impossible for him to escape.

A few hours passed again... He could make out some voices, but in his lethargic state there wasn't much he could comprehend.

"I don't even feel like sleeping anymore now." He heard Nawara say, "I guess I'll change my clothes again."

The conversation trailed off as Nawara moved her clothes around. He couldn't make out what she was saying as the fabric of her sock jostled around, nearly dislodging his little body from it's place in the fabric. After a few more seconds of this, along with some muffled conversation from the people around, Nawara's toes slid back into place. He felt his little body become trapped once more beneath her skin. Although she had recently taken a shower, the smell of the sock itself permeated around his little body.

A lot happened, the shuffling kept him from hearing anything important though other than a word here and there. When it was over though, he could hear her muffled voice yet again.

"And I forgot about that pebble..." Mathew heard as the toes wiggled him around once more. He was lifted up and squeezed by the girl's digits, forced up into the clean flesh. At least it smelled nice this time, which was a change... "Fuck! It doesn't matter, I should go..."

And with that, she began to walk again...

*A while later...*

"M... My clothes?!" Mathew heard, the voice muffled once again. He had just awoken once more... Not that he was actually killed, he was simply... Misplaced. The clothing around him was neat and folded, but everything was dark. He was still stuck in the fabric though. "I feel so relieved now! Now I can walk around without any anxiety."

With that, she began to don her clothes again. He wasn't sure exactly what happened, for some reason the last few minutes were a blur. He could remember her walking, the constant pounding of her footsteps... Then there was a fight... Then nothing...

She put her clothes on quickly, slipping her toes in over her unknown companion before she continued onward in her quest...

It seemed like an eternity. She had fought her way through everything, gone through so much while he simply struggled to survive. By the time it was all said and done, by the time she was finished and home, she had long since forgotten about the little pebble in her shoe. It was almost as though she had gone numb to the sensation of his presence there. He felt like he was roasting alive inside of her footwear. Sweat had encompassed his entire body and he could feel the black strands of sock lint all over his little form. The fabric stuck to her skin, keeping him firmly pressed to her sole.

Then it finally happened... He dislodged, slipping only slightly down from where he was beneath the ball of her foot. As she walked, her foot slapped the ground. Immediately his legs flattened, and as her heel lifted, it was like being rolled over with a steamroller. His tiny hands clenched as he was crushed to death, disappearing beneath her foot.

He had survived the entire journey, only to die here...

Nawara remembered the pebble later that evening. Taking a seat on a bench in her home town, she pulled off her boot and sock. She was ready to get rid of it, but she didn't realize it was already taken care of. She didn't think to check the sole of her foot for the pebble...

After she put her socks back on, Mathews body was slowly smashed into the black fabric. By the time she was done with him, he had all but disappeared into the sock. A stain on black, unseen but there... A permanent testament to his existence, one that nobody will find...