Toadette's Story: Book 2

Chapter 110 - Sweaty Heat Beneath Ripe Giantess Feet

“Captain Toadette doesn’t appreciate how this ship continues to kill her nostrils.” Toadette began to breathe through her mouth until she coughed. The sour smell of the cots they were meant to lie on re-entered her nose. She groaned.

“Could be worse,” Toad said, pointing directly at Toadette. “You get used to it after a while.”

“I’ve been angry with it since I entered this ship!”

“Hey, if we can learn to put up with your feet after a long day, you can learn to put up with a little boat musk,” Minh said.

Sighing, Toadette plopped onto one of the cots. Worse than the smell was the scratchiness against her bare skin. Due to their soaked clothing, everybody had to be naked and wrapped in blankets. Or in the case of the two smallest, scraps of cut rags.

As much as Minh wanted to chat about feet—something to get her mind off this crazy situation—one person prevented her from doing so: the girl currently seated on a candle holder. Jasmin was the only one in the room without a clue about Minh’s foot fetish, and Minh intended to keep it that way. If she had to bite her tongue for the rest of the adventure, then so be it.

Little did she know that shrunken Jasmin had her eyes on her feet from a distance. The way the toes curled, the way she could see every wrinkle move—it was mesmerising from Jasmin’s toy-sized point of view, where everything had a slight fish-eye lens effect.

Penelope poked her. “You okay? It’s scaring me how hard you’re staring at her.”

“Curiosity, that’s all.” Jasmin licked her lips as she envisioned herself nestling against Minh’s skin. “You think her feet would be soft as pillows at this size?”

“Maybe.” Penelope ran a finger along Jasmin’s foot. “Yours are a little soft.”

“Absolutely delusional. I can feel the desert of calluses and corns running from my heels to my toes, okay?” That vivid description made Penelope cringe. Jasmin cupped her hands around her mouth. “Minh-Minh!!”

“Yeah?” Minh looked in their direction.

“The human suggested we could lie on your feet! Just so we’re not so isolated over here!”

Penelope raised a brow. “I did?”

Minh rose and set them in her palm. “Girls, my feet probably smell like cheese right now. You’d be better off just lying close to my face.”

“She’s really intent on seeing if your feet can be used like pillows, Minh-Minh.” Jasmin pinched Penelope before she could ruin her plan. “We’re not gonna bother you.”

Minh sighed, softly smiling. “You two have had it rough today. Alright.”

Penelope’s eyes narrowed as she glared at Jasmin. Minh placed both shrunken girls near her feet, making herself comfortable as she returned to lying on her stomach. Jasmin’s hands were on the right foot, while Penelope pulled herself onto the left. Once they were both aboard, Penelope approached the curved instep.

“You’ve got the foot thing too, huh?” she asked.

“The what?”

“The thing that makes you blush and start feeling weird when you’re around someone’s bare feet. Why else would you have done this?” She smirked. “I can keep a secret.”

“A sheltered girl like you shouldn’t even know what a foot fetish is,” Jasmin muttered. “And keep a secret? With that loud mouth?”

“I can do it for you.” Penelope got closer, staring lovingly at Jasmin’s exposed toes. “Look, I’m more a fan of having my feet cared for than doing the actual pampering. But there are some I make exceptions for.”

Jasmin blinked twice. Penelope puckered her lips.

“So you wanna do weird things to Minh-Minh’s feet?”

Penelope’s expression went neutral. “I… Yeah, her feet.”

“I can get a little greedy when it comes to sharing, but I’ll try to play nice.” With a preparatory breath, Jasmin pressed her face into Minh’s huge instep. She took a small whiff. “Mmm… And no Toadette to ruin the smell.”

She then planted her slobbery lips against the sole. It was everything she hoped for and more.

Although she tried to keep her movements subtle, her heart was pounding against her chest. The smell entering her nose drove her to go harder, praying Minh would be too distracted to notice. She took a lick along the sole, moaning from the larger chunks of salt now covering her tongue. Even their slightly dirtied state didn’t prove an obstacle, as Jasmin was nimble enough to avoid some stray hairs or intense ship grit. Working her way past the less savoury areas rewarded her with a salty buffet. She shyly glanced across the narrow gap between Minh’s feet.

Penelope’s face remained in the other instep, nibbling it. When she looked up to see Jasmin’s panting expression, she licked her lips. “These pillows comfy enough?”

“Shockingly,” Jasmin choked out, her lips still tingling from the salt. “You’d think they’d be way dirtier than this.”

“Too much water around here for that, Jazz.” Penelope leaned down and ran her tongue along the instep, from the bottom to the top.

“Not complaining.” As Jasmin’s tongue traced Minh’s arch, she could feel the small, ticklish tremors rippling through Minh’s body. Minh let out a mighty sigh—one that Jasmin interpreted as embarrassment. However, back in the realm of normal size, Toadette recognised it for what it was: a sigh of pleasure.

Minh gritted her teeth, curling her toes tightly.

“I thought you girls wanted to sleep,” she said. “Not try to make my feet even wetter. What’s going on?”

“It’s become a competition!” Penelope rushed to answer. “I challenged Jazz to see who can make your feet the wettest with nothing but our tongues, and the games have already begun!”

“Hmm?” Jasmin was taken aback for a second. “Oh. Oh, there’s no way I can lose this. In case you missed it, I’ve got a saliva thing going on.”

“Yeah, Jazz has you beat, Penelope, sorry to say,” Minh giggled.

“I won’t give up that easily!” Penelope dug her head between Minh’s toes, sucking out some extra salt crystals. “Delicioso!”

Jasmin chuckled. Now she had full permission to go all out.

Not one to be outdone by Penelope, she also slid down to Minh’s toes in order to slobber on them. She dragged her tongue along them as if she were playing a xylophone: from biggest to smallest. Once at the pinkie, she naïvely tried to take it into her mouth. Her eyes widened upon realising it wasn’t even smaller than her head. But, quick to improvise, she kissed it. She hugged and kissed it as if she were making out with Minh herself.

Oh, Minh-Minh… Mmm… Lemme slide my tongue in your mouth, please…

With her eyes shut, she envisioned herself in Minh’s hot embrace, tasting every inch of her mouth. She then began to touch herself. The dirty rag around her was a blessing, as it meant that nobody would catch her in the act. Her pussy tightened when she dared to sniff between the meaty toes.

“Ay, chingados…” Her nose flared. How could she not drool all over the foot when its scent represented everything she loved about her cousin? Purity, warmth and a hard-working attitude.

She inched her way into the warm canyons between Minh’s toes. As she licked the sides of her cousin’s digits, she occasionally glanced at Minh’s body. She caught a glimpse of the back of her head and the outline of her plump bottom through the blanket.

“What I wouldn’t give to kiss that thing too,” Jasmin whispered, sucking the salt off her own fingers.

“Gosh, it feels like you’re searching for treasure in there, girls,” Minh giggled. “Already pirate material, whether I like it or not.”

As Minh curled her toes, the smooth landscape of her sole buckled into a storm of deep wrinkles. The seismic shift sent Jasmin tumbling. She landed flat against the sole.

Her smile went from faint to downright perverted. She hadn’t even realised that she was slowly rubbing herself against the foot, all the while running her tongue along it.

Is… Is Minh-Minh gonna make me cum? she wondered, her smile widening. I get to cum on her? Finally?

Minh stretched her back. “Say, Toadette, why don’t you let ‘em play their game on you too?”

“Do I really want to?”

“It’ll give them an extra workout.” Minh got closer to whisper to her. “It actually feels really good. It’s like those spa thingies where the itty-bitty fish nip at your feet to soften ‘em.”

Toadette yawned. “My feet have been cramped in those flats…”

“And I’m not massaging them,” Toad said.

“You smacked me in the back of my head for no reason! I should force you to rub them.”

“It was either that or let the shark skewer you for good. Wash your feet proper, and maybe I’ll consider.”

“Yeah, not an option right now, Toady.”

While the adults discussed things amongst themselves, Jasmin moved her hips rhythmically against Minh’s warm skin. A gasp escaped her lips as she felt a shiver run down her spine. She continued to suck and lick Minh’s foot, rocking her hips and becoming more aroused by the second.

Yet immediately she was hoisted into the air. She shrieked, finding herself in Minh’s palm.

“Your game is gonna be extended, girls,” Minh announced. Rising to her feet, she surprised Toadette by jumping on top of her. Minh’s feet positioned themselves beside Toadette’s, with the soles facing the ceiling. Meanwhile, Toadette’s feet remained upright with the toes pointed at the sky.

All the wind left Toadette’s lungs. “Ow…”

“This way it’ll be like a playground for them,” Minh said, wiggling her toes as she brought Penelope and Jasmin onto her soles. She then whispered to Toadette, “And they can’t see me doing this.”

She planted her lips against Toadette’s, teasing her with a single tongue flick.

Penelope gulped. “Miss Toadette’s stinky feet…”

Jasmin groaned. “I was having so much fun with Minh-Minh! And this ho had to get involved!”

Toadette’s toes were even more mountainous than Minh’s. Their extended length practically begged tiny adventures to scale them. Penelope noticed Jasmin’s face going green the longer she looked at Toadette’s feet.

“I’ll lick them,” she offered.

“You wanna take that risk?” Jasmin asked. “Her feet are deadly.”

“I’ve survived them before, and I’ll survive them again.” Penelope stroked Jasmin’s face. “Enjoy Miss Minh T.’s feet. See if you can still soak them before I finish with Miss Toadette’s.”

Jasmin lowered Penelope’s hand. “Sure.”

Penelope gulped, fixing her gaze on the colossal landscape of Toadette’s feet. She inhaled deeply, bracing herself for the intoxicating assault her nose and mouth were about to endure.

She knelt before the behemoth-sized heel. Next she extended her tongue. The initial lick smoothly glided along the side of the heel. In contrast to Minh’s feet, Toadette’s had a noticeable trace of worn material, likely from her flats. Penelope shut her eyes, striving to relish every moment of this encounter. She refused to allow the unpleasant taste and smell to shake her composure.

Toadette, caught off guard by the wet warmth, squirmed. Her toes scrunched. Yet Penelope remained diligently at the foot, her teeth scraping against the skin as she nibbled on it.

Jasmin, now on the foot Penelope had previously licked, likewise began at Minh’s heel. As her tongue traversed the arch of Minh’s foot, she felt as though she were scraping the ocean floor. By the time she arrived at the grubby toes, her pussy was leaking. She turned around and made the trek back uphill with her tongue. Each ridge and bump of Minh’s foot was a new adventure.

With each pass of her tongue, Jasmin could feel Minh’s body responding. The toes would twitch, the foot would shift, and Jasmin would hear Minh let out a little sigh.

Yet she couldn’t see that Minh was busy rubbing her lips against Toadette’s. Minh put her thumb up to Toadette, sticking it in her mouth. Toadette slowly sucked on it while Minh began to grind against her.

“You’re being too risky,” Toadette whispered.

“I’ve done this all my life, okay?” Minh whispered back. She then gripped Toadette’s braids, provoking a shuddery moan from her. “Can you shake your hips?”

Toadette did so. Each exaggerated shake caused her frame to jiggle, and the shifting made her feet rock dangerously. Penelope dug her fingers into the foot, clinging for dear life as she scaled it. For a moment, she felt her body lift away from the surface before she managed to secure herself again. She exhaled sharply before resuming her climb.

At long last, she reached the top of Toadette’s foot. Pausing for a breath, she looked downward and could see Jasmin in the middle of her marathon.

I really hope you like how my spit tastes, Penelope mused with a mischievous grin. Her attention was then pulled back to the final summit: the gnarly, pungent crevices between the towering peaks of Toadette’s toes.

The odour rising from them was nothing short of unholy. It was as if her feet had been marinating in the dumpster of a cheese factory. The smell was so potent that it seemed to have weight, applying pressure to the back of Penelope’s throat like a dark fog. Her eyes watered, and she fought the instinct to gag.

Despite the assault on her senses, she dove in. Her tongue shot out, pressing against the velvety space between the two largest toes. To her dismay, the flavour was instantly bitter. But she was determined to make it work. She squeezed her eyes shut, picturing that she was serving Jasmin’s foot instead. The size difference didn’t matter. What truly mattered was the feeling—the way her tongue slid over the sweat-covered skin. She allowed the daydream of tasting Jasmin to help her endure the musty dampness of Toadette’s feet.

“Let’s flip,” Minh panted. Soon Toadette was on top, meaning her soles were facing up. Now Minh’s toes were pointed up.

Jasmin’s face lit up. She had maintained a death grip on Minh’s toes throughout the transition, ensuring she wouldn’t lose her positioning. Now, with the ladies in their new configurations, Jasmin seized the opportunity to make herself burst.

She slid her tiny, naked body along Minh’s foot until she straddled the thick gap between the second and third toes. The heat emanating from her cousin’s foot was overwhelming on her pussy.

Gripping the edge of Minh’s second toe for support, Jasmin began to rock her hips back and forth. The pressure and friction between her pussy and Minh’s damp skin increased. Every bumping and grinding motion forced a whimper out of Jasmin’s lips.

Fucking hell… Minh-Minh… Minh-Minh…

Her breath quickened, and her inner muscles started to clench and release in time with her motions. The tension was slowly bubbling, beginning to hasten as Jasmin started to lick the toes. These giant salt rocks brought her closer to ecstasy with every lick.

Minh’s toes suddenly spasmed, and Jasmin felt a shock.

“Oh yeah,” Minh moaned softly, her fingers digging into Toadette’s hair.

Toadette sighed in response, her own hips rising to meet Minh’s. The force of the latter’s orgasm sent Jasmin past the point of no return, especially with the toes curling and spewing their sweat.

“Oh, Minh-Minh,” Jasmin whimpered, her eyes shutting as her body shook. Her climax erupted in powerful contractions. Overwhelming didn’t come close to describing the sensation. All she could do was rub her head against Minh’s toe and sniff it as she clenched.

Penelope, still struggling to navigate the pungent crevices between Toadette’s toes, finally popped her head out. Her hair had a noticeably blacker tinge, but she emerged with a smile.

“Do I win?” she yelled. She looked up at Jasmin. “Looks like you just gave up halfway through. For shame, Jazz!”

Toadette looked back, wiggling her toes. “Whoa. You really did wet my feet.”

“Even with them smelling like overcooked cheese,” Penelope proudly boasted.

“All that running back and forth without getting tired means our training is a success so far,” Toadette said with a laugh. She got off of Minh, letting Penelope nestle against Minh’s plumpy heel. “Thanks for the free cleaning, Penelope.”

“You’re very welcome.”

Jasmin carefully lowered herself off Minh’s foot. She stumbled into Penelope, who caught her and beamed.

“Enjoyed yourself?” she whispered. Jasmin’s only response was a deep, breathless sigh.

Suddenly the heavy wooden door to the quarters swung open, silencing the room.

Jones filled the doorway. His yellow eyes scanned the scene, and his expression didn’t so much as flicker.

“Your rest is coming to its end,” he growled. He gestured with his head, and one of his lackeys stepped forward, holding out a large, pulsating mushroom. “A Mega Mushroom, as requested.”

He tossed to Toadette. She broke it into two small pieces for the girls.

“You’re gonna feel a little pinch,” she warned them.

“We’ll be fine.” Penelope threw the thing in her mouth.

Jasmin, still recovering from her climax, looked up at Minh.

“What Toadette said, Jazz. Just a lil’ pinch.”

“If you say so.” With a moment’s hesitation, Jasmin took a delicate bite of the Mega Mushroom.

Then the room began to shrink around them as their bodies warped. Bones broke and reattached themselves, with each girl screaming in agony. Within seconds, they were back to their normal size, gasping and crying on the floor.

“You said it was a pinch!” Penelope screamed.

“If I said you’d feel like your insides were being hacked away with a buzzsaw, you wouldn’t have eaten it, now would you?” Toadette rubbed Penelope’s sore body. “It’ll wear off, okay?”

Jones nodded. “Perfect. A pirate who can be crushed underfoot is no pirate at all.”

Another lackey tossed a heavy, bundled canvas onto a cot. It unrolled to reveal a collection of striped bandanas, off-white shirts, heavy trousers and salt-stained boots.

“It’s time to look the part,” Jones snarled, turning around. “We sail in two hours.”

“Hold on!” Toad scrambled to his feet. “This ship is a mess. How’s it gonna sail more than one itty bitty inch?”

“Hah! You think this waterlogged tomb is my flagship?” Jones roared with laughter. “This is just my resting spot. If you want to see the real ship, you shall.”

“I’d love to,” Toad said. “Anyone coming?”

“Me.” Toadette stretched her back. “I wanna make sure we’re not gonna sink.”

Minh looked at the two girls, who were still pale from their transformation. “They need someone to calm them down. I’ll make sure they don’t die of being normal size. You guys can go on,” she chuckled, provoking an embarrassed pout from Jasmin.

Toadette picked out a fluffy pink shirt and a pair of loose white pants, putting them on. She observed as Toad did the same, appearing tougher in his rugged outfit.

“Rawr,” she playfully growled, tugging his hand.

The two of them followed Jones through the winding, watery corridors of the sunken ship. Then they climbed a rickety staircase high above the water, emerging into a pocket of air. Jones grunted as he heaved a rock aside, revealing a hidden passage that led out of the caves and into the night sky.

There in the ocean loomed a gigantic galleon.

Its sails were a rich blue colour, and a tremendous shark figurehead jutted out from its bow. It overshadowed the small boat they had come in, making it seem like a toy.

“She be the Poseidon Fin,” Jones announced proudly.

“Well, I don’t think sinking is on the list of worries anymore.” Toad wrapped his arm around her shoulder. “What do you think, Captain Toadette?”

She nodded. “Maybe we have a chance after all.”

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Author’s Note:
Break time is over. Now the crew gets to hit the seas to hunt down Captain Syrup. But don’t think the foot fun stops now. Along with new enemies, expect something very pleasant in the next chapter, if you’re into dirty soles and dusty toes. We finally get to incorporate a location from one of the plainest Mario games: Mario & Luigi: Paper Jam.