Another story written for  gil from back last summer. Looking back at this one now it seems rushed in spots to me. I'll leave it as is and use it as a reminder for improvement in the future.

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The town was silent that late Saturday night. The fog always came in thick during early fall, making it hard to see the forest to the north. Tonight was no exception. It came from the woods earlier that evening, seeping through the foliage and spilling into the streets in a sea of grey. By nightfall the flickering streetlamps were the sole beacons that shone through the darkness.

The muted scenery was broken by the damp sound of footsteps. A young couple walked through the streets, their forms discernable in the darkness and fog.

“It’s nice that you came to accompany me, but it really wasn’t necessary. I’m more than capable of walking to your place,” the female said.

Her male companion pursed his lips at her remark. “I know, but I was worried when you said you’d go by yourself,” he said. “You heard about what happened last week? Someone disappeared without a trace and nobody’s seen them since. Nothing like that has ever happened before and everyone is at wit’s end.”

She shook her head and looked down at the cobblestone road ahead of her. This was the first time she’d ever heard of such an incident. Surprisingly, she let out a chuckle. “I’m surprised you didn’t tell me to stay home. You’re usually more protective than that, John.”

“Please don’t, Mary. This is serious. It’s bad enough that I’m out so late and now I have to deal with this. Let’s just head back to my place as soon as we can,” he said as he picked up his pace.

Mary covered her mouth to stifle the last bit of her laughter before she spoke again. “I’m sorry. I didn’t realize how serious this was to you.”

“Just keep up the pace and we’ll be there in no time.”

The pair continued their journey through the vacant, winding streets. The eerie stillness of their muted surroundings began made them uneasy. The thick walls of grey mist obstructed their vision. The vague shapes of houses, stands, and various items phase through the curtain until they fade just as quickly as they appeared.

He looked back to see that Mary was clinging onto him. “What’s wrong? Why’d you grab onto me like that?” he asked with a chuckle.

She shot him a quick glare before answering. “I heard something pass by me! Didn’t you hear it?” she whispered.

He shook his head “Hear what? The only thing I hear is us talking.” He took her hands off of her and looked at her. “Come on, this fog is getting to our heads. Let’s get a move on.”

They picked up their speed and began moving at a brisk pace through the streets. Mary held on to his hand tightly as he led them on past the buildings. She looked to her right and recognized the old the old shop near his house. They were almost there she thought. Just a little more and this can e-.

Her thoughts were interrupted when he came to a halt in the middle of the street.

“What? Why did we stop?” she demanded.

“I don’t know. I-I saw something move in front of me. But it went by too fast for me to make out what it was.”

“I told you something was out here!” She tugged on his sleeve. “Just make a run for it. Go!”

“Mary?” He turned around to look, expecting her to be there. There was nothing but fog in her place.

He began to panic as he walked around in circles, looking for any sign of her whereabouts. “Mary! Where are you?” he called out again. There was nothing but silence.

His heart beat like a drum when he started too look near the side streets, hoping she might have hidden herself in one of them. He froze in place when he heard the sound of footsteps all around him.

He stood up to look in the direction where he thought the steps were coming from. The echo from the buildings made it sound like they were coming from everywhere at once. He backed himself up against a nearby wall as he continued looking around. He stopped when he thought he saw a vague shape moving around in the fog.

“Mary?” he called out. “Is that you?”

The figure stopped when it heard his voice and began to move towards him.

He let out a sigh. “Oh thank goodness,” he muttered to himself. “Don’t scare me like that again. Come on let’s go. We’ve had enough scares for one night.”

It wasn’t Mary. Whatever it was came full speed towards him and the two collided with full force knocking him out.


John opened his eyes and found himself in an unfamiliar place. He roused himself, still weary and hurt to look around. He wasn’t in the streets anymore, it looked to be an unfamiliar house. But where was Mary? He looked around to find another bed next to his. Mary was sound asleep. He moved her sheets to look at her body. No injuries as far as he could see.

“Mary. Mary. Get up,” he pleaded, pushing her body until she awoke.

“John?” she asked, blinking. “Is that you?”

He nodded with a grateful smile. “Yes it’s me and I’m glad you’re alright.”

“I’m glad too. But where are we?” she asked.

Before he could answer, they heard the light sound of footsteps coming their way.“Good afternoon,” a voice called out from around the corner. “I’m glad to see you both finally up and walking about.” It was a woman that looked to be a bit older than the pair dressed in rather conservative dressing.

“Where are we and how did we get here?” John demanded.

“You don’t remember, I see. That’s not surprising given what must have happened to the both of you.”

“What happened to us?” Mary asked. “Care to explain?”

The woman paused for a moment before answering. “Well, I don’t know the details, but while I was walking home last night I ran across the two of you lying off to the side of the street. You were both unconscious, so I took you in since it was close to where I live. I haven’t the foggiest idea what lead up to that. Regardless, I’m happy that the both of you are fine.”

John let out a sigh. “So you don’t know what happened either. I never thought that could happen in a town like this.”

The lady shook her head. “Neither could I. I could hardly believe such an incident could take place. We must all be more cautious at night until this is taken care of.”

“I for one am grateful that you took care of us, but we should be heading home. We’ve inconvenienced you enough I’m afraid.”

“Nonsense, you’ve both been good guests. The quietest ones I’ve had in a while to say the least.” She said with a chuckle. “I insist you both stay the night here then head home bright and early. No need to exert yourselves so soon after your ordeal.

John looked to Mary for a moment before he gave an answer. “Well, if you insist. I suppose we can’t deny someone’s hospitality after they’ve gone out of their way to help us out. We’ll stay the night and leave in the morning.”

“I don’t think we’ve caught your name earlier, I’m afraid.”

“It’s Fiona, and I’m thrilled to hear that, I really am. Now stay in bed you two, I’ll fix something up in no time.” With a quick nod, she had left the room and headed back downstairs.

John waited until her footsteps died down before sitting up on the bed. “What do you think of her, Mary? She seems nice enough to let us stay here, especially after what happened. A bit too nice I’m afraid.”

“Again with this John? Why are you being so paranoid? There’s nothing that raises suspicion about her. She’s taking very good care of us despite the fact that we’re complete strangers to her. Besides we’re leaving in the morning. There’s no reason to be so afraid.”

John tapped his foot against the bed as he listened to her talk. “I guess you’re right. This whole affair has me on edge. I just want to get home and forget about it.”

“I do too, but we’re safe here. Just promise me you’ll not do anything rash?”

“What, me do something rash?” he said with a grin. I’ll do my best to be a proper houseguest.”

A half hour or so passed before they heard the familiar sound of footsteps coming near the stairwell.

“Alright you two, come on down. Your meal is ready,” Fiona called from downstairs.

“Finally. We can get a decent meal in us now,” John exclaimed. With that he and Mary went down the stairs and followed the scent of delicious food towards the kitchen.

The table was already set with two bowls of soup and fresh leafy greens set to the side. Fiona bowed slightly as they entered the room.

“It’s the best I could do with such short notice,” she explained, “but I hope you’ll find it enjoyable nonetheless.” She gestured the pair to sit and begin eating. They ate with gusto and finished their food along with the fixings.

“That was very delicious,” Mary said with a satisfied smile.

“Yes, it’s very well made,” John added.

“Why thank you,” Fiona said with a blush. “It’s not too often people compliment my cooking.”

“I’m just sorry we couldn’t have saved a bit for you,” he said with a laugh.

Fiona only smiled. “It’s quite alright. I’ll prepare myself something when you two are finished.”

John stood up when he felt his head begin to rush about. He immediately sat himself down to rest his head.

“Are you alright?” Fiona asked.

“I-I’m fine. I’m just a bit light headed is all.”

His breathing quickened as everything began to blur together into one jumbled mess. John could barely lift his arms as he tried to talk. His speech began to slur as his tongue lolled about in his weary head. Mary had rest her head on the table, spoon still in hand.

“Oh dear, you two still must be very tired. I’ll put you to bed now.” Her last words faded in and out to their ears as they began to fall into a deep sleep.


“Wake up you two,” a familiar voice called out. “We have a long night ahead of us.”

The voice was enough to rouse John back into consciousness. He looked around his dim surroundings but his eyes were still blurry. He raised his arm to scratch his head but it was stopped halfway by something heavy. He tugged his arms but they didn’t respond. Panic began to set in once he realized what had happened. John was shocked to see himself chained to the wall and his head and his legs were restrained in a kneeling position against the cold brick wall behind him. His eyes darted around the brick cold brick room, looking for any sign of Mary. He found her in a similar position just a few feet to his right. The makeshift muzzle of belts had been placed on him, preventing him from shouting to get her attention.

“Don’t bother speaking,” the voice said again, this time much closer to him. “There’s little need for words here. Well, at least from you two.”

He looked up and saw Fiona standing in front of him. His eyes widened as he gazed at her in surprise. The warm, if comely housewife he once knew had been replaced with a stunning and shapely woman clad in barely anything that resembled clothing.
John pulled and tugged against the restraints, gritting his teeth and growling at her. She only laughed at his display.

“Oh don’t look at me like that. You’re the ones that wanted to stay the night,” she said in a cool affectionate tone as she knelt down in between them. “I’m just showing you my good hospitality. I’ve helped you out and given you a good place to stay after your incident. All I ask for is a little something in return.”

Fiona looked at the two of them before standing back up and continuing her to speech. “It must’ve been frightening; the two of you walking down those foggy streets at night,” she said in a mocking tone. “You were just like the others; separated during the confusion and picked off one by one. You two were no different. The same thing happened to them. They all wound up here.”

She stood in the center of the room and laughed. Fiona stretched her limbs, revealing more of her curvaceous and voluptuous shape. “Relax, I won’t kill you. All I want from the both of you is your cooperation and obedience. We’re going to have fun tonight, and as long as you perform to my satisfaction you have nothing to fear. Understand?” Mary whimpered and John glared at her in anger.

“I expected a yes from you either way. The stuff I put into your food should take effect on the both of you soon. You’ll learn to enjoy this as much as I do in time.” She moved towards Mary and knelt down in front of her. “In the mean time let’s begin with a bit of a warm up, shall we?”

Fiona opened her mouth and let Mary’s toes rest on her tongue. Her long, wet tongue slithered in between and wrapped around her toes. She moaned in delight as she pulled her large toes into her mouth and began sucking on her digits. She mashed Mary’s paws against her ample chest as she began to nibble and lick each of her supple pads, her tongue reaching for every wrinkle and crevice it could. She released her toes from her moist mouth for a moment before diving in once again.

Whatever Fiona had put into their food was already starting to take effect on Mary. She was placid and unresponsive at first, if only out of fear. She became more involved soon after. Mary began to move her captive toes around Fiona’s soft and wet tongue, and slowly moved her toes in and out of her mouth, as if teasing her into continuing.

Fiona had noticed that Mary was becoming more favorable as time passed. “You want a taste, dear?” she asked Mary in a seductive tone. Mary nodded obediently, as if on cue. Fiona moved closer and kissed her on the cheek. “Good girl. You learn fast.” She stood up and reached for the nearby keys that dangled over their heads and removed the chains that kept her in place.

“Now come. Sit with me at my feet, so your friend can get a better idea of what he’s missing.” She led her captive by hand to a simple wooden chair that sat a few feet away from John. Fiona took a seat in the chair and kissed Mary’s hand. Mary sat in front of her mistress and picked up one of her feet. Her hands began to shake as her fingers slid against her pads. Her mouth began to moisten as Fiona’s toes inched closer and closer to her mouth. Before she could open it, Fiona’s toes pressed against her snout.

“Not too fast dear. You have to take your time and enjoy yourself.”

Her toes slid across Mary’s face, letting her feel the soft crevices and dips and rises in her sole and digits. She pressed her nose between her toes, letting Mary inhale her sweet smelling scent several times. After a few minutes of Mary stroking and massaging her mistresses’ paw, Fiona slid her toe into Mary’s mouth. Her plump digit touched against her teeth and Mary responded by sucking and licking every inch her tongue could cover. She moved her paw against Mary’s face, letting her lick her sole and heel. Fiona turned her attention to John with a smile on her face. She picked her long leg up and placed her foot against him.

He continued to struggle against her and the chains that bound him in place. He could feel her toes work their way along his snout and nose, and teasing their way along his teeth. A part of him wanted to nip at them, if only to show her that he couldn’t be turned. Yet he began to hesitate as he felt her crawl around him, almost wanting to see what could happen next. He felt his arms move against his bindings and trying to reach out to her.

“Oh? You want to play now?” Fiona said as she moved her paw away. She watched as his eyes began to slowly follow her feet and back to where Mary was licking and stroking her other sole.

“You made the right decision to come around.” She touched Mary’s head and in an instant she stopped to kiss her hand. “It’ll only be brief dear. I need to add your friend to the fun.”

The moment she removed the belts on John’s mouth she was thanked with an affectionate lick to the cheek. Fiona smiled and stroked his neck while she unlocked the chains and watched him fall to the ground. He looked down as he clenched his hands, still sore after being held in such an awkward position for so long. He heard her footsteps coming his way and before he could look up he felt his head being pushed down to the floor.

“I’m not done with you yet,” she said, placing her paw in front of him. “I want you to submit to me.”

Her other paw still rested on his head, pushing him down to the floor. She was quite strong to put him down with only her leg. His muzzle fell to the floor; the only thing in his face was her foot. He flinched, trying in vain to move away.

“Stop fighting,” she demanded as she rubbed her toes against his nose. “You’ll enjoy it more when you accept it. Just look at your friend, she’s having a great time.”

He watched as Mary caressed her paw with both her hands, sliding her fingers up and down the length of her warm sole, feeling the texture and smoothness and suppleness of her toes. She closed her eyes rubbed the side of her face against her sole, shuddering in delight at the feeling of her lovely paw touching her skin. Afterwards, she turned to him with a sultry look. Mary didn’t say a word as she held Fiona’s paw against her cheek. She only smiled and inhaled the sweet scent of her foot.

“She’s right,” Mary uttered before inserting her mistress’ toe into her mouth. Her tongue wrapped around her digit and began to lick and suck her toe. She moaned as her teeth and tongue pressed against her foot.

“It’s so much fun. More than anything you could imagine.” It was all she said before returning her attention to her master. Her ears perked up when she felt Fiona’s hand run through her hair, stroking her head in approval.

“See?” she said as she continued to rub her paw in his face, “It’s not so bad. You get used to it sooner or later.”

“Come,” Fiona said in a low tone as she released him. “Join us.” She and Mary returned to her seat.

John was compelled to obey. His feet shuffled and shifted towards them, still fatigued after being bound for so long. At last he fell to his knees once he reached his destination. His face was greeted with the familiar sight of Fiona’s paw, just inches away. John reached out to touch it and when his fingers made contact with her warm sole he shuddered in delight.

He held her long silky leg to his face and kissed the length of it before stopping at her foot. He cupped Fiona’s paw in one hand and reached out for Mary’s. He rest the both of them in his chest as his thumbs began to massage their soft pads. John licked the tips of Fiona’s toes as his free fingers worked their way between Mary’s toes and held themselves there. He rubbed them against his chest and his breathing began to quicken. The thought of having their paws covering and smothering every inch of him drove him wild. He pressed the both of them towards his mouth and started to lick and kiss them. Panting and shivering, he opened his mouth to suck their juicy toes one by one.

Fiona mused as a thought began to form in her head. “Shall we indulge him?” She finally asked, turning to Mary.

A grin crept across Mary’s face as she nodded. She kissed her mistress before moving over to John. She put her hands on his arms and pinned him to the ground. The two watched as Fiona stood up and put one foot on his chest. Her toes and pads slid across him stopping occasionally at his neck. She watched him twitch and moan in delight as her large feet once again moved to his face. He held it in place as he resumed licking her sole and toes. Fiona reached out to Mary and bid that she join in.

John was wide eyed as he watched the two lovely women stand over him, pressing their paws into his chest and face. Their toes nudged and poked at his snout. They could feel his warm breath as their free feet passed over his mouth. His hands reached out and massaged their heels as he guided them back into his mouth. His tongue moved between their toes, tasting the different flavors of their paws. The sensation was too much for him to bear all at once. John released their paws from his mouth and let his body twitch in the pleasure that passed through him.

Fiona kneeled down on top of him and held his head close to hers. “Oh, I hope you haven’t tired yourself out so soon. We haven’t reached the fun part yet.” She released him and returned to her chair in the middle of the room. “The mixture I made has… another interesting bit to it.” She smiled. “I won’t spoil the surprise though. Now return to me the both of you.”

They came to her as they were bid and sat themselves in front of her paws. Before she could give the command they were already massaging her feet. Fiona stroked their heads affectionately as they worked in unison. Her toes wriggled about and tickled their fingers as their own moved and slid against her paws. She released a soft moan as Mary kissed her leg.

Fiona pressed her toes against their faces. They seemed much larger than before, now smothering their entire faces as opposed to just simply morsels for their mouths. She forced her toes into John’s mouth, which could barely contain just one now. It didn’t matter to him anymore. He was in heaven with his queen. He licked and nibbled each of her tasty toes one by one as he rubbed his body into the rest of her paw. Mary pressed her head into Fiona’s other paw, licking between her toes and pinning her head between her plump toes. Fiona squeezed her head playfully and giggled as the two of them continued to work.

Their world continued to be dwarfed by her now comparatively massive paws. Whatever mixture she created had worked well. They continued to shrink, working ever harder to please their massive goddess and her divine paws. They crawled around her toes licking and nibbling any surface their tiny bodies could reach. For what seemed like an eternity to the pair was bliss. Being at her feet was all they wanted.

Exhausted, they fell to the ground just short of her toes. Fiona looked down at the pair and smiled as she raised her foot high into the air. Their eyes widened and their breathing quickened as they saw the gigantic paw looming in the air just above them. It came down on top of them, her paw pads enveloped and smothered the two and pinned them to the ground.

“You’ve both done very well tonight. I’m very pleased with the both of you,” she said. Her voice boomed through the room, filling their tiny eardrums. “It’s been such a long time since anyone was able to do what you’ve done.” She pressed more of her weight down on their diminutive bodies. They licked their mistress’s sole appreciatively, seemingly unaware of the immense amount of pain it brought.

She smiled and continued speaking. “It’s been very entertaining, but I’m afraid I can’t allow you to leave after all. As much as I love the both of you I can’t let a word of this leave the house. It would cause an uproar and nobody wants that. It’s too bad, really. You would have made excellent regulars.”

With one last tap of her paws she brought the full brunt of her weight down upon them. Her hapless thralls were pressed into her full pads, already no more than minor indents to her massive feet. Their bodies and limbs were fully encompassed by her plump soles, nearly becoming one with them as their bodies became flatter and splayed. She delivered one press with her feet into the floor until she heard the audible crunch and popping.

She looked down as she moved her paws away from where the two lay. There was nothing left of the pair save for red smears on the floor that vaguely resembled their former shapes. She wiped her paws across the areas, grinding what little of them was left into the floor.

“Pity. My toys always break so easily,” she said with feigned remorse as she walked up the stairs and turned out the lights to her basement.