As Jaron laid back in Alan’s bed, he contemplated what to do. He was certainly enjoying being Jaron’s living toe jam, but didn’t have the slightest clue on how to get out of this particular mess. Jaron, meanwhile, continued to snore, mumbling softly in his sleep as he tossed and turned a bit, his mind far off while unconsciously flexing his body. Luckily for Alan, that included his toes, which gave him time to reform, albeit slowly.
Once Alan’s body started to get a somewhat normal shape back, he clenched himself around Jaron’s middle toe to keep from falling off onto the floor. Once his tiny, half-inch self fully reformed, he held on for his dear life as Jaron flipped over, exposing his back and soles to the ceiling. Alan sat there in the crevice of Jaron's toes, “How am I going to get myself out of this mess?” He sighed and looked around at his now gigantic room, mostly blotted out by his larger-than-life friend’s toes, “At least this isn’t too bad, I guess.” He leaned in and gave his friend’s toes a kiss, then a lick. Jaron didn’t seem phased by it, not even moving in the slightest as Alan’s tongue slid along the bottom of Jaron’s toe. “Guess I may as well enjoy this too!” Alan wasted little time as he grabbed hold in fear of falling and began to worship Jaron’s feet. Slowly making his way over to the big toe, he began licking between the toes, closing his eyes and enjoying the flavor of Jaron’s feet. Despite having been forced to drink the sweat earlier, Alan hadn’t minded then, and he certainly didn’t now. Jaron’s feet reeked of the sweat, but it wasn’t a bad smell, just strong. He continued moving his little tongue around the base, worshiping between each of Jaron’s toes.
Jaron, meanwhile, was enjoying this more than he realized. Despite Alan’s tiny size, he could feet the warm tongue on his toes, and gently flexed them every once and a while. A few hours of this went by, unbeknownst to Alan, when Jaron began to wake up. He scrunched his toes and started to get out of bed, trapping Alan once again. Jaron looked around, “Oh man, it’s eight? Damn. I shouldn’t have taken that nap. Oh well.” Without hesitation he reached over for his own shoes and put them on, tying them and sealing poor Alan inside them. With a stretch and a yawn, Jaron stood up and started to walk out, “Damn Alan, it’s not like you to disappear like this. Hope you’re alright man.”
Alan panicked as Jaron woke up, losing his form once again as Jaron’s sweaty toes scrunched up. It didn’t seem very long before Jaron flipped around, watching in horror and odd pleasure as the black shox of his friend started to replace what little of his vision wasn’t already dominated by Jaron’s toes. The cool, bright room was suddenly replaced by warm darkness as he heard Jaron start to lace up and tie the shoes, cursing slightly knowing that he still had no plan for getting out of this. He calmed himself down though, hearing what Jaron said, albeit extremely muffled. With his friend concerned, Alan started to relax and enjoy the situation again, hitting a level of ecstasy as his tiny body started to ooze between Jaron’s toes again, sliding up between them and already absorbing his friend’s sweat – eagerly gulping it down as he can.
As Jaron stepped outside the front door, he frowned and looked back up to Alan’s room; he raised his foot behind him and tapped the toe on the ground, sighing slightly. He thought he might’ve felt something, but was slightly preoccupied with the sudden disappearance of his friend.
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