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You can’t remember how long it’s been since you’ve been inside Hashim’s shoe. The last thing you saw before his giant blue foot sealed you in his dank shoe was his face staring down at you. That eerie stare followed by his dark chuckle and smile, all before your vision was replaced with the flesh of his sole. Surely he must have seen you in there right? After all, you swear the two of you made eye contact, even if it was rather unsettling. For the sake of still wanting to be friends with him in the future, you decide to believe that maybe he had heard a really funny joke and coincidentally looked in your direction before putting his shoe on. It would also explain the hours of pain that you would go through under his foot, as occasionally the massive foot covering you would press down extra hard, and your little micro body would feel the strain through a couple of your bones audibly cracking and crunching. Eventually after so many hours taking the abuse, you ended up passing out, and now you wake up to see the giant wall of flesh that was once pinning you down was gone. You were still in his shoe however, and your body felt absolutely exhausted and smelled like feet. You could see light shining through the shoe’s opening so at least you could see. You look around to see yourself in the middle of the insole, pressed deeply into what looked like the ball area of Hashim’s foot. Thanks to the abuse you took, you are left to crawl to the heel of the shoe, where hopefully you’ll regain enough energy to climb out of the shoe’s opening. It takes a while crawling across the indentation in the insole created by Hashim’s foot, your body getting covered in possibly years worth of grime as you drag it across the leather insole. After what felt like a few minutes, you collapsed onto the heel section of the insole, looking up out of the shoe’s opening. There isn’t much you can see outside of it thanks to the angle the shoe is at. Just a white ceiling and a blue wall is all you could see out of the hole, not much to get an idea of your surroundings. You decide to lean against the back of the shoe and rest for a little longer so you can prepare yourself to climb out.
You didn’t get much rest before you started feeling slight tremors, which quickly gave way to larger and larger ones until suddenly a shadow of something large blanketed you. You looked up to see what was causing it, and your blood initially ran cold for a second, as you immediately recognized the shape of a Garchomp head. You panicked a bit, as you knew should Hashim put his shoe back on you would be in for a world of hurt being pinned under his heel this time. However, the more you analyzed the Garchomp above you started to notice how this one seemed a bit different from Hashim. This Garchomp was both notability bigger and hairier than Hashim. His arms and legs were thicker with visible yellow hair growing on them while also containing various scars that you were pretty sure Hashim didn’t have. The slim torso Hashim had was replaced with a rather large gut that was covered with a purple apron that featured a logo with a blue shark fin inside a coffee cup. Last but not least the face of his Garchomp was pretty different too, with him supporting a bright yellow beard along with having bushy yellow eyebrows with some crows feet around his eyes. Speaking of his eyes, they were the exact same as Hashim’s, with black scleras and bright blue irises, and they were both staring down directly at you. His face gave off an annoyed expression when you then heard the giant Garchomp’s deep voice let out a quick sigh before commenting, “Ugh, when will that boy learn…”
You barely had time to react before a giant blue hand thrust itself into the shoe and pinched you between two large fingers. The speed in which you were lifted up and out of the shoe would be an experience that would rival most roller coasters, as the Garchomp brought you up to his face. You were initially afraid of what this other even bigger Garchomp would do to you, but your concerns relaxed a bit when the expression on the Garchomp’s face softened into a warm smile. “Well hey there kiddo!” The Garchomp says in a much more jolly tune, further easing your concerns. “My name’s Malik, and I see you have already met my son.” Malik eyes your dirty body covered in the grime from Hashim’s shoe. “Eh heh, sorry about all that… he’s usually such a good boy, but when it comes to little ones like you that boy can be quite the handful at times, or at least a footful for you!” Malik gives a bit of a belly laugh from his own joke, even though you weren’t laughing. Once Malik sees this he quickly quiets himself, “Erm… sorry, thought that would help ease the tension. Here, why don’t I clean you quickly.” Before you can object, he suddenly opens his mouth and thick pink tongue darts out from his sharp teeth, dragging it across your small body. It was very warm and gooey with saliva to the point it was almost suffocating, but as quickly as he started he finished with one final lap across your face. Malik couldn’t help but chuckle again, this time with a little bit of blush forming on his blue cheeks. “There we go, all nice and clean! Heh, you must have been in his shoe for at least a while, as you taste like his feet.” You wanted to ask him how he knows what his son’s foot tastes like, but felt it would probably make things a bit awkward, so you let it slide. Instead, you ask him if he could take you to a nearby micro clinic, so that you could get treated for the abuse suffered inside Hashim’s shoe.
“Oh sure, I can take you righ-” Malik suddenly cuts himself off as he looks over at a nearby clock. You glance over to it yourself to see that it was early in the morning, and that you must have spent the whole day and night inside that musky leather prison. Malik looks back down at you, now with concern in his eyes. “Agh… I’m sorry kiddo, but I have to open the cafe in a few minutes. Gotta keep those college kids energized! In the meantime though…” Malik suddenly looked around himself, almost as if he was checking to see if the coast was clear. He then looks back down at you again, but this time his smile was accompanied by a blush and nervous eyes. “S-sorry kiddo, but I got only one place where I can keep you on me.” He stammers before suddenly leaning down and dropping you into another shoe, only this time the shoe was black instead of brown. You landed on your back with a soft thud on the insole of the shoe, staring up at Malik looking over the entrance. It didn’t take you long to realize what he planned on doing, and you tried to protest, saying there were pockets on his apron he could keep you in. This only served to make Malik even more flustered, as the red blush on his face grew and beads of sweat started to form on the side of his forehead.
“I-I would keep you in these pockets, but I use them to hold other things as I work and I don’t wanna risk injuring you with one of them.” Malik said, a stammer starting to form in his voice as he gets more flustered. You tried to reason with him some more, but it was then Malik reached down and picked up his shoe, causing you to lose your train of thought as you were jostled around. Once it stops moving around you look back up again to see Malik now sitting down with one hand holding the shoe that you are in, and the other nervously scratching the back of his head. You start trying to come up with alternative solutions when suddenly Malik’s hairy leg raises into view, before being followed by his massive foot. Unlike Hashim, Malik’s feet were a bit different then that of his son’s. They not only were much bigger than Hashim’s, but they also only had three toes when compared to Hashim’s five toed feet. His large bulbous toes also had claws on them, another difference between him and his son. You wondered for a sec who the mom was to give Hashim such a different body part, but you quickly pushed that thought aside. You switched from brainstorming to pleading with giant Garchomp dad. Malik in response seemed to get even more flustered. You start to realize he’s not really doing this because he has to, but rather he’s doing it because he WANTS to. “Mph… I-I’m really sorry about this kiddo. You just look so cute down there ya know?” He says as he gives his large toes a playful wiggle at the entrance. “I-I promise I’ll take you straight to the micro clinic after my shift ends tonight… in the meantime y-you don’t mind spending just a few hours under some more Garchomp feet do you? I promise daddy’s feet will be different from his son’s.”
You try once more to object, but it is no use as Malik slides his foot into the shoe. The giant blue wall of flesh hits you, pushing you towards the tip of his shoe before you’re suddenly run over by said wall. Once you were pulled under you were dragged for a little bit more before Malik’s foot was entirely inside his shoe and you came to a halt around the ball of his foot, an all too familiar site from what you experienced inside Hashim’s shoe. The main difference so far was the fact at least in Hashim’s shoe, there was a bit of wiggle room and his feet were on the smoother side. Malik’s on the other hand were a different story, as not only were his feet a bit rougher, but also they took up so much of the shoe that you were firmly pressed between the insole and his foot, severely restricting your movement. This also meant your pleas to Malik were silenced, as opening your mouth now would just get you a mouthful of his foot flesh. Just when you thought it couldn’t get any worse, Malik finally finished tying his shoe and stood back up.
Back in Hashim’s shoe, there were occasional moments that Hashim would put greater pressure on his foot, and by extension you, causing your micro body to emanate a variety of crunch sounds. Malik’s foot on the other hand was a different case. His gut plus his overall larger size meant he was much heavier than his son, so when Malik stood up, simply standing was enough for your body to start crunching again. This sent a shiver up Malik’s spine as he took a practice step to see how you would hold up. The result was another round of your body crunching under his sheet weight, much to Malik’s embarrassed pleasure. “Y-You comfortable in there kiddo?” His concerned muffled voice barely getting through the shoe and flesh of his foot. He couldn’t help but give his toes an additional wiggle inside his shoe, grinding his foot a bit on top of your small form. “Again I-I’m sorry about this, and I promise to take you over to that clinic the second I get the opportunity to. In the meantime though, I hope you enjoy your time under this old man’s foot.” Malik then starts heading out, each step sending a little shiver up his spine as another one or two bones in your tiny body are cracked. Malik knows this was wrong, but he couldn’t help himself this time around. He just occasionally likes to try out at least for a little bit what his son keeps doing with micros. Malik also understands your unwillingness to do this, so he tries to think of a way to soothe any fear you might have. “H-Hey, look on the bright side! I tend to get sweaty feet a lot as I work, so at least you’ll have something to potentially drink while down there!” He says as an attempt to reassure. He gives his toes one last playful clench before starting to head out for the cafe. Meanwhile your consciousness slips in and out as your body gets more and more abused under the giant blue sole. You’re starting to wonder if it was a good idea to begin with trying to befriend Hashim first, as evidently the father and son stomp fest that has resulted from you doing so hasn’t exactly been good for your health. Little do you know that you’ve actually made quite an impression on both of them, both figuratively and literally. In the meantime however, you best get as comfortable as you can in Malik’s shoe, as it’s going to be a long shift.Aaaaaaaah I can't stop getting inspired when I write these little mini stories, so they end up so much longer than expected. I can't tell if I'm being fueled by a desire to write, my horni brain, or a combination of the two.
Wanted this story to also be a continuation of the previous shoe-pov story with his son Hashim: https://www.furaffinity.net/view/61245843/
Regardless, super happy to have commissioned a pic of Hashim's dad getting up to similar tricks as his mischievous son. This raises the question though, who influenced the other?~
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Category Artwork (Digital) / Macro / Micro
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