Chloe Story For ConsArtisticPad Part 1 (Patreon)

Stranded amidst the crowd in a busy rock venue was the last (and one of the most dangerous) places you'd expect to see a tiny, and yet, there you were. Desperately dodging the shoes and gaze of the unaware music enthusiasts, you slowly made your way through the crowd. After almost getting stepped on for the umpteenth time you started to wonder about what had possessed you to come to this place in the first place, let alone what possessed you to sneak through the crowd of a normal-size only venue. Though, you quickly reassured yourself that this was all worth it. You needed to see the musician that you idolized, that musician being Chloe Wilson. While she wasn't exactly famous and only did music as a hobby, after seeing her perform at a mixed-size pub, Chloe's cool and down to Earth demeanor had stolen your heart and you hadn't been able to stop thinking about her since. However, despite your best efforts, you were consistently unable to see as her band rarely performed at mixed-sized venues and when they did tickets would always sell out.

After all your failures, you decided to take matters into your own hands, even if it meant risking your life and almost getting stepped. You weren't only going to see her live though, you also planned to take full advantage of your size and sneak your way backstage for an exclusive peek at the drummer of your dreams. After 30 painstaking minutes of weaving and dodging through the crowd, you finally broke through the crowd and made it to the venue’s staff-only entrance. So relieved that you made it this far, you dropped your guard to catch your breath. This would almost cost you your life, however as right as you took your break, an ominous shadow fell over you and it slowly grew darker and darker. It took you way too long to notice, but as soon as you did, your panicked instincts caused your body to move on its own and you jump forward a split second before… BAM!! Crashing down barely an inch behind you, was a colossal boot. It had fallen so close that you could see every minor scuff and scratch on the boot’s surface, and still feel the vibrations from the stomp for a long while after the fact. Backing away some more, you looked up and were almost instantly shocked beyond belief.

The person you idolized was towering above you like a goddess. You couldn’t believe it. Your heart was already racing from the near-death experience and only started to beat faster after being so close to the woman you idolized. While she would never ever realize how close she was to crushing you flat, the moment would remain in your mind for the remainder of your life. You could still feel the heaviness of her stomps as she absent-mindedly made her way backstage. After catching your breath and calming your heart, you walked straight through the staff-only entrance without a care in the world. While your little break and minuscule size made it impossible to catch up with the titanic drummer, you were at least able to catch a glimpse at the room she entered. Walking down the expansive (for you) hallway, you were relieved that this was a relatively low-key event as there was barely any security to stop tinies like you from wandering around. Eventually, you made it to the room you saw Chloe enter and after taking a deep breath, you slid right under the door. Behind the door was a standard green room with mirrors and a comfy-looking couch in the corner. Sitting on top of the couch was none other than Chloe herself.

With her feet up on the couch, she was idly looking at her phone to pass the time, completely unaware that you were in the room with her. The boots that almost crushed you a couple of minutes ago were lazily tossed aside by the foot of the couch with one of the boots tipped over on its side. You wanted to get a picture with the drummer and in order to do so, you needed to get close. Not wanting to get spotted when you were this close to achieving your goal, you played it safe by stealthily approaching with the intention of using her discarded boots as cover so she wouldn’t see you. This plan was all well and good, but as you got close to the boots you noticed that they gave off quite the odor. While it wasn’t exactly pungent or bad, the musky aroma was definitely intense, especially for someone as small as you. Even from quite a ways away, you could feel the odor was quite overpowering and you could still feel the residual heat radiating from the inside of the overturned boot. It only got stronger as you got right up to the pair of boots, though you tried your best to ignore it. Now practically right next to the massive cave entrance that was the opening of the overturned boot, you decided it was best if you hurried things along before more of Chloe's foot odor could leak out from inside the boot.

Ignoring how creepy your actions were you pulled out your phone to take a picture of the unaware musician. Despite the bored look on her face as she swiped through social media on her phone, you still found the drummer pretty attractive and quickly pressed the camera button to capture the photo. However, as soon as the shutter sound effect played, you realized you had made a horrible mistake. You forgot to turn off the flash and while you hoped she wouldn't notice, that was clearly not the case. As soon as the flash went off, you could see her turn away from her phone and toward your general direction. Scared beyond belief and not wanting to jeopardize the plan now, you covered your nose and hid inside the drummer's boot before she realized you were there. As the sound of your restless heart grew louder and louder, you hoped and prayed that she wouldn’t investigate the flash. Luckily, aside from a confused noise, Chloe went right back to looking at her phone a couple of seconds later. Taking a sigh of relief, you calmed down and carefully walked towards the exit of the boot, hoping not to trip on the beaten-up leather. Before you could get out, you heard a knock on the door.

“We’re on in 5.” The voice said and before you could react, the boot you were in began to turn up and you found yourself quickly falling face-first onto the moist insole below. Everything was happening so fast that you barely caught a glimpse of the beat-up worn insole before the shadow of Chloe’s socked foot loomed overhead. Not wanting to get crushed, you crawled your way to the toe section of the boot, cursing your luck. After all the effort, you couldn’t believe how much everything got screwed up last minute. Not only did it screw up but it screwed up in what was almost the worst way possible. You were starting to think that getting crushed on your way to the venue would’ve been less pathetic than crawling across your favorite drummer’s beaten-up insole with your clothes drenched in their sweat. While you were busy getting lost in your thoughts, you almost forgot that— Just as you remembered your body was immediately run down by Chloe’s socked foot and dragged across the worn insole like a piece of dirt.

Rubbed across the moist insole, your clothes were torn, and every inch of your body was soaked in foot sweat, grime, and sock lint, some of it somehow going into your mouth. By the time her foot stopped moving, your tiny body was currently resting directly under her toes. Sandwiched under her steamy socks, pushed against her worn and sweat-soaked insole, and forced to endure the combined overpowering odor from both of them was doing your head in, and sadly, the worst was yet to come. Feeling the heaviness of each of Chloe’s footsteps as she left the green room, you no longer cared about not getting caught. As each step landed, every ounce of air within you was violently squeezed out, quickly replaced with the harsh and heavy odor that permeated within her boot. Wanting to at least notice that something was inside her boot so she’d check inside, you began doing everything in your power. Banging violently against her sock, desperately biting the fabric, and trying to push your arm through the threads of her sock, but all this effort was undoubtedly fruitless because of one fact: she wasn’t just wearing socks. Typically, Chloe was the type to either wear socks or nylons by themselves, however, due to her wanting to keep warm during the winter season, she put thicker black socks over her nylons. Not only did this effectively form an impenetrable barrier between you and her, but it also caused her feet to sweat twice as much as normal. While most of that sweat was absorbed into the fabric, they could only hold so much of it. Chloe hadn't even performed yet, and her socks were moist enough that most of the sweat and odor were already leaking through both her nylons and her socks. This sweat problem was made worse with each heavy step. Not only was all the air squeezed out of your lungs, but a wave of sweat would ooze onto you, filling your mouth and coating your tongue whenever you struggled to breathe.

Each step somehow felt heavier than the last and the temperature within the boot grew hotter and hotter as time progressed. It was torturous. However, even after what felt like an eternity, you heard the door to the green room open and close as Chloe entered the hallway. Your heart sunk, and so did you (into her drenched insole). You couldn’t believe that your torture had only just begun. As her heavy footsteps echoed throughout the hall, you trembled with dread about how painful the concert this concert would be for someone as small as you. Holding back your disgust at the odor and taste of her sweat was enough of a challenge when she was just moving around normally, just thinking about how bad it’d be when she was in the middle of a rock sesh made you want to scream, but doing so would only force more of her sweat into your mouth. After the first time you tasted her sweat you weren’t exactly keen on ever tasting it again, but there was only so much you could do to resist against a set of toes that were dozens of times larger than you. Every subtle and minute movement or flex of her toes was enough to dominate your entire body, pressing your face against the heavily worn insole or tossing you like a ragdoll. Chloe undoubtedly had no idea you even existed, but her imperceptable movements were enough to completely control your existence. It wasn’t that long of a walk from the hallway of the staff-only area to the stage, despite that it felt like you had already spent hours suffering under Chloe’s sweaty foot.

Every time she’d lift her foot to take a step, you’d feel your consciousness begin to fade only to be woken up by the massive jolt of pain that would strike you every time her foot would slam into the floor. You’d hope you’d at least find some relief from this endless cycle when she sat down at her drums. Though, your hopes for a sense of reprieve were very quickly dashed in the wind. Amidst the muffled noise of the crowd, you felt the pressure lift off of you for a moment as Chloe took her seat on the drum stool, however, this moment lasted all of a couple of seconds before you felt the pressure fall back onto you tenfold as Chloe kept her feet firmly planted. Even with the soft fabric of her socks, the weight that was resting upon you was immense. Sweat oozes out from her socks like an ocean and you can feel your body sinking deeper and deeper into her insole. It’s like your body is becoming a part of the musky floor. In your struggle to breathe, waves invade your mouth. Overpowering stale sweat from within her insole and fresh sweat directly from her feet filtered through the dirty fabric of her socks and nylons. Your body is practically indistinguishable from a piece of dirty lint or toejam. Your tears fade into the malodorous wave of sweat. Her sweat-drenched socks feel like they’re grinding you into dust, but you still have a long way to go before your demise because the show’s only just begun…