She tries, but they don't make it easy.

As soon as the words left her mouth, a wry smile crept across Quinn’s sole. Seeing this made Quinn a little nervous, but those thoughts were quickly set aside. After all, the only thing that stood between her and freedom, was this one simple challenge.

Her feet gave a small nod to each other before turning back to face their owner. They leaned forwards slightly, their slender forms taking up most of Quinn’s vision. Slowly, the toes on her left foot began to wiggle, one by one. At the same time, she heard her foot say something in a playfully innocent voice.

“This little piggy went to market.”

Quinn saw her big toe move in tandem with the familiar nursery rhyme.

Five minutes. That’s all I need before this nightmare is over. I can’t believe they’ll let me off so easily. They probably think I can’t handle being grossed out. I just need to stay focused, and not be too disgusted. Ugh, they’re so close…

Her big toe waved up and down in front of her. Quinn wanted so much to look away, to shut her eyes, but the deal was for her to bear witness. And so, for her freedom, she watched. Swallowing, Quinn steeled both her stomach and her gaze on those treacherous feet. She counted the seconds in her head, trying to scrounge up some semblance of a distraction.

“This little piggy stayed home.” Her foot continued, raising its second toe.

The digit curled in a beckoning motion, almost like a finger goading her to approach. While this was happening, Quinn once again noticed the smell tickling her nostrils. The thick smell of sweat that had fermented within her slippers.

Her nose wrinkled instinctively but relaxed after only a moment. Now that she was focusing, Quinn was able to fully process the odor. It was musky. Pungent, but not as abrasive as she expected. Normally, a smell like this would make her eyes water, but something about it this time was… different.

“This little piggy had roast beef.”

Having finished its act, her second toe retreated, only for the next one to stand up.

While she stared, Quinn couldn’t help but admit the flexibility was impressive. She could never move her toes individually like that. Maybe if she could, it would let her air out the spaces in between, and they wouldn’t smell so bad.

Smell. What was it about this smell? Any other day of the week, simply entertaining the idea of smelling feet, let alone her own rancid pair, would churn the bile in the stomach; but right now she felt oddly calm. In the middle of collecting her thoughts, her foot began inching closer.

“This little piggy had none.”

The next toe followed suit in the same song and dance.

As time went on, the smell only grew stronger; and with it, Quinn found it harder and harder to focus. She felt her gaze drift lazily to her sole, over to her socked foot, and back up to her toes. She remembered how they clasped against her face. Her skin really did feel soft earlier. Quinn thought back to how warm they felt. Her feet were surprisingly smooth for having never moisturized. Perhaps it was because they were damp, and her sweat was acting like some kind of lubricant. Now that they’d dried a little in the open, maybe it wouldn’t feel the same. Although, looking at them, Quinn could still see tiny beads of moisture on her toes. She tried to imagine what they would feel like this time—

Wait— why am I thinking about this? That’s disgusting! I- I need to focus. Calm down, Quinn. Just take a minute. Deep breaths.

This, however, led Quinn to inhale even her more of her foot odor. Every lung-full sent shivers down her spine, clouding her mind and driving up her libido. The next time her foot spoke up, it sounded breathier, more seductive.

“This little piggy…” It trailed off, erecting its pinky toe.

Whilst Quinn was lost in thought, her foot had drifted close enough that her toes were practically grazing her face. She was startled to finally noticed.

“Huh—?”

Her exclamation was cut short when her pinky contacted her bottom lip.

“Shhhh.” Her foot shushed in a sultry voice, “This little piggy… went wee, wee, wee, all the way home.”

As it spoke, its toe dragged across Quinn’s lips, teasing both her top and bottom lips before gently retracting. The effect on Quinn was obvious. Her cheeks were tainted red and her breathing sped up once again.

Without thinking, Quinn began craning her neck forward to follow her fleeting foot but managed to quickly catch herself. Starting to realize that something was wrong, she tried to regulate her breathing, to stop inhaling so much smell. However, Quinn found she could only breath calmly for a second or two before the urge threatened to overtake her. Try as she might, she soon found herself amidst another deep and eager inhalation.

What is going on!? It’s like I can hardly control myself.

At that point, the subjugated writer had had enough. She wanted answers.

“What did you do to me!?” Quinn snapped towards her feet.

“I’ve always hated feet! You’ve done nothing but prance about in my face. I should be dry heaving by now. And yet— and yet I can’t stop sniffing o-or gawking at my own— my own toes! And why am I so fucking horny right now!?”

The ranting writer stopped to draw in another deep breath. Her foot smiled as it watched her.

“Fuck.” She muttered under her breath, as a wave of pleasure washed over her.

“Aw Quinny calm down now. There’s no need to shout.” Her left foot cooed.

“There’s still three minutes left!” Her right foot gleefully added.

Three minutes? Huh— Oh shit, I forgot about that. How could I forget? Argh, I can’t even think straight anymore!

“Here, I know what will help. A little… strip tease.”