Toadette's Story: Book 2

Chapter 94 - Sofia's Sole Strength

Even having stained her panties last night from her masturbation, Jasmin continued to wear them as she walked down the spiral staircase. Her cheeks had cooled, and she found it easier to look at Minh without humidity forming around her nether regions.

“Morning, Jazz,” Minh called out. “You know, I always forget this place doesn’t have six-day school weeks.”

“So that’s how it works in Toad Town?”

“Nah, but some private schools in Mushroom City do it. Gotta feel sorry for those kids.” With each step Minh took on the tiles, a loud, semi-wet noise echoed through the room. Gradually it pulled Jasmin out of her Saturday-morning daze.

In the background Jasmin could hear some heavy grunting.

“She was using you as another sparring partner, huh?”

“I lasted maybe one minute,” Minh chuckled, wiping the sweat from her brow.

“Surprised she didn’t kill you.”

“When have you ever seen me get rough with anyone in this family?” Sofia stepped forward in her white-and-black taekwondo attire. “C’mon, Minh-Minh. You’re the only one in this house who I won’t destroy with one kick.”

“Shouldn’t you be stretching before doing all that kicking?” Minh asked.

“No need when there’s more than enough heat in here.” Sofia put her hands on her hips. “But whatevs. If you need something softer, then give me a hand with balance practice.”

Sofia tugged Minh into the living room, with Jasmin keeping an eye from a distance. Minh was lying flat on her back when, within seconds, Sofia pressed her feet onto Minh’s cheeks. Immediately the feeling of nervousness that Jasmin believed she had shaken off returned.

“Your head is way less stable than your chest,” Sofia explained. “Plus, with your nose being all tickly, it’s a good workout for trying to maintain my balance.”

“I see,” Minh replied, muffled. By no means was she going to complain.

If Minh was only slightly sweaty from the morning, one needn’t imagine how drenched Sofia was. Her feet squeaked whenever they moved on Minh’s face, leaving a coat of moisture and a few specks of dust behind. This created a heavenly cushion for Minh. And while the typical aroma from Sofia’s feet was usually sickeningly sweet, today it was unmistakably the odour of pure feet—sweaty feet. It might have been faint, but Minh would take whatever she could get.

Sofia’s weight pressed down on her, forcing the sweat from her feet deep into Minh’s pores.

“Is this related to your second job?” Minh asked.

“How’d you know?”

“So you’re some kind of security guard.”

Sofia smirked. “It’s not too far off from that.”

“Unexpected, but it’s a role I could see you excelling in with that brain of yours.” Minh inhaled deeply, sighing from the scent of Sofia’s sweat. Each twitch of her toes made her blush harder. Fortunately it wasn’t as if anybody could see Minh’s reddened cheeks when they were buried under Sofia’s pumpkin-coloured feet.

Despite Minh’s head being mostly still, its small size made it difficult for Sofia to balance. She had to press her toes firmly against her face to avoid falling over. The added difficulty of Toads’ tilted heads when wearing their caps meant Sofia had to concentrate more than she had anticipated.

Yet it was a challenge she welcomed. Occasionally she would stand on tiptoe, allowing sweat from her grand heels to trickle onto Minh’s lips and chin. Little did she realise that Minh delighted in the salty droplets slipping past her lips.

She’s sweating more than we ever did in the desert, she noted.

“At least I’m considerate, Minh-Minh.” Sofia reversed directions, setting her heels on Minh’s forehead and her toes on her cheeks. “Even a little moist, I bet my feet still smell like sugar.”

Minh gave a thumbs up. She wouldn’t dare insinuate that Sofia’s feet stunk if it meant she could bask in their funk.

The longer she remained under Sofia’s sweaty soles, the more she found herself curling her toes. She curled them so tightly that she could’ve sworn she was being tickled. And standing afar, admiring the pretty pink polish of Minh’s digits, was Jasmin.

Being unable to touch Minh’s feet was getting to her more than it should have. All she wanted to do was grope them. But how would that work? With Sofia around—someone Jasmin didn’t dare piss off—and Minh wondering why her younger cousin was so keen to touch her feet, it was a headscratcher. Even Jasmin didn’t fully comprehend her own feelings.

All she knew was that she needed those feet in her hands…

With a triumphant grin, Sofia hopped off Minh. Flashing a quick look at Jasmin, she tossed a wooden board into the air, gave it a kick and let it explode into little fragments. Then, at lightning speed, she launched herself into a handstand, landing right before Jasmin. Shouting, she flipped Jasmin to the floor.

Jasmin’s back hit the mat hard. Before she could sit up, Sofia planted her feet firmly against Jasmin’s shoulders and began to lower herself.

In mere moments, Jasmin’s face was enveloped by Sofia’s sweat-plump soles.

And yet her excitement continued to rise.

Sofia’s feet felt heavier than Jasmin had anticipated. Their warmth radiated as they pressed flat against her cheeks and forehead. The faint scent of dust, sugar and musk invaded her nostrils. Jasmin let out a groan as Sofia’s toes splayed across her cheeks. The squeak of skin on skin and the small creases of Sofia’s soles created a sensation both suffocating and exhilarating.

Sofi’s feet… Shouldn’t they be making me feel a million times grosser than this?

“Gotta be more on alert, Jazz,” Sofia cackled. “You get into a fight at school, they’ll easily beat you if you can’t react.”

Sofia’s big toe crept towards Jasmin’s lips, tapping them before slipping inside. Just an extra act of domination to show Jasmin how low she was.

Jasmin’s tongue began to flick unintentionally. Sofia raised a brow. She could feel Jasmin’s tongue swirling around her toe with vigour. And was she…moaning? With a sound of mild disgust, Sofia pulled her foot out. She trapped Jasmin’s nose between her toes, almost like a little punishment for that bizarre action.

If Jasmin was able to blush from Sofia’s moist feet on her, then she was going to turn tomato red if Minh were on her. If only she could convince her…

***

“Captain Toad!” Penelope screamed as she went flying into one of the green hills surrounding the castle.

“Don’t give me any of that! Wag that tail the whole time you’re walking back over here!” He leaned against the wall of the bridge, sipping some Chuckola Cola.

Penelope remembered the hard way just how expansive the castle grounds were. Any human child would feel exhausted after walking the length of two soccer fields. Penelope was walking over four times that distance in her thin-soled sneakers. Yet all she could do was curse a storm while Miss Toadette and Captain Toad couldn’t hear her. Eventually she’d come back.

Toadette yawned. “Maybe I should grab her before she passes out.”

“She won’t learn anything if you don’t push her to her limits,” Toad retorted, stroking his own raccoon tail. “Humiliation goes a long way, not that playful stuff you were doing.”

“What works for you likely won’t work on a little girl.”

“If I’d known you intended on bringing her with us, I’d have leant her some of that Ethereal Star power from the yellow one we just snagged. Although it’s not like it would’ve done jack to her technique.”

“We’ve got time for her to learn.” Toadette smiled, watching Penelope trip on her way back.

***

Far from Toad Town, a carriage-shaped vehicle, flanked by two smaller mushroom-shaped cars, drove across the winding roads. The sign ahead was clear: WELCOME TO DECALBURG.

The town, with its healthy grass and dense population of Toads, boasted a slightly more modern architecture. Angled roofs decorated the area, as opposed to the flat-topped buildings of Toad Town.

The carriage came to a halt, and a pair of elegant legs emerged. The guards flanked the figure until she stepped into a small sticker shop. With its mundane appearance and even more trivial purpose, it was the perfect place for a conversation that needed to remain unnoticed.

“It’s great to see you again, professor.”

A circular head turned, and a cartoonish creaking noise followed. After a moment, Professor E. Gadd began to cackle and rushed forward like a goblin.

“Ah, Princess Peach! You know, I was convinced I’d stumbled in a parallel dimension. Every single Toad here is identical to the last, as if they were the result of a cloning experiment.”

“That’s how they like it.”

Professor E. Gadd was handed a thick briefcase, one with Peach’s insignia on it.

“Let me take a look at this…” He unpacked it within seconds, combing over all the fragments with curiosity. Time couldn’t pass without him making some comment or scratching his head.

For as calm as Peach’s expression was, her thoughts were anything but. If I don’t get this radar up and running before Wario, I can kiss this whole kingdom goodbye.

E. Gadd turned around. “And you want this thing capable of tracking the so-called Ethereal Stars down, yes?”

“It’s not a want, professor. It’s a need.”

“Well I’ve good and bad news. Bad news: repairing this is out of the question.” He shut the case. “Good news: I could reverse-engineer it, but it’ll take at least over one month. You’ve brought me quite the gadget to tinker with.”

“One month…” Peach took a deep breath. “Okay, one month will do.”

E. Gadd cocked his head. “You seem more conflicted than you appear on the television.”

“Let’s just say I carry the burden if my kingdom is plunged into darkness. If only those courts would just let me…”

“Ah, so that’s it. Princess, that great calamity transpired while you were still in your adolescence. It caught everyone off guard. Being frank, every danger to the kingdom appears to arise from within its own borders.”

“As if I’m not aware. But if we could better lock down the entire place, or even select good cities, then—”

“At that point you’d be off your rocker,” he said, reaching up to grab her hand. “Accept that you do your best, dear. If you continue to obsess about isolating the kingdom, you’ll unwittingly create your own conflicts to achieve that goal.”

Moments like these were when Peach was grateful that she had over a decade of experience of public appearances. It made keeping her face neutral a piece of cake. She nodded, observing the closed case.

Perhaps I can kill two birds with one stone with these Ethereal Stars’ powers… Lock down the kingdom and stomp all over Wario’s plans.

***

“I’m not stomping on your head, Jazz. This isn’t a game.”

“It’s about as dumb as one.”

Sofia shook her head. “You want me to go to jail for crushing your skull? And if Minh-Minh does it, I’m still gonna be the one behind bars.”

Having Penelope stand on Jasmin’s body was one thing. Having Minh or Sofia stand on her head, however, was a completely different matter. Even though they weren’t as heavy as an average twenty-year-old human or Wiggler, Jasmin’s head couldn’t bear their weight. Sofia was muscular, and Minh was the dreaded word she couldn’t stand hearing.

But if it allowed Jasmin to get closer to her cousin’s interesting feet, so be it.

“Don’t you have homework to be doing?” Sofia asked.

“If I never hear the word ‘homework’ again—”

“You’ve got another decade of school ahead, so you’d best get comfortable with it.”

Jasmin was ripping her hair out. “You’re always going on and on about how I can’t just be a little version of you, Sofi. And here I’m offering to exercise some face muscles, while you’re stressing over some crap that won’t even happen. Honestly the chance of me getting struck by lightning is higher than either of you breaking my face.”

Sofia let out a sigh of defeat. It was too early in the morning for an argument, and she still had important things to do. It would be easier to let Jasmin participate and get her to shut up.

“If I stand on her, I can’t promise things won’t go wrong,” she said to Minh. “Being as soft as you are, literally and figuratively, it’s better you do this.”

“Me? Are you sure?” Minh stammered.

“And once we’re done with this, Jazz, I wanna see you with a pencil in hand. Got it?”

Jasmin nodded repeatedly, now beaming brightly as she scanned Minh from head to toe. Even better that I don’t have to deal with an aggressive Sofi.

Removing her glasses, Jasmin got on her back and awaited the two huge cushions to press into her face.

While hesitant, Minh ultimately swallowed her worries and lowered her right foot onto Jasmin’s face. Jasmin sighed, prompting Minh to raise a brow in confusion. But perhaps Jasmin was simply sighing from the pressure placed on her body. Minh took a deep breath and set her left foot on her face. Normally it felt good to have someone’s face under her feet, but right now she could only pray she wouldn’t crush Jasmin.

“I’m so sorry for being this big,” she said.

“You’re okay, Minh-Minh,” Jasmin replied, her voice muffled underneath the suffocatingly gargantuan feet. “I’m gonna survive.”

“And I’m not leaving it up to chance.” Sofia grabbed her phone. “Five minutes, Jazz. That’s the longest she’ll be standing on you, provided you don’t give up, which you will.”

Five minutes? As far as Jasmin was concerned, that was about as much time as she wanted to bear with Minh pressing down on her. Yet as lovely as five minutes under Minh’s feet sounded, Jasmin quickly found herself against the reality of the situation.

Minh’s feet were huge. Moreover she weighed a ton. In just ten seconds Jasmin realised it might have been a bit less painful if Sofia had been the one standing over her. However, she didn’t care anything for her sister or her overly pedicured feet. Minh-Minh was the real treat, and so Jasmin felt privileged to be beneath her in any capacity. Even if it meant being under her feet.

It was as if two damp pillows were pressed into her face. Whenever she took a breath, she inhaled a faint musk.

The longer Minh stood on Jasmin, the more sweat leaked out of them like a freshly squeezed mango. Jasmin lightly moaned, stroking Minh’s legs.

“Don’t bother helping Minh-Minh out,” Sofia snapped, using her foot to kick Jasmin’s hands away before stomping on Minh’s feet. This caused Jasmin to feel an even greater pressure on her face, one that left her breathless. Sofia smirked. “You’ve still got four and a half minutes to go.”

“I can handle it!” Between her last two words, Jasmin stuck her tongue out so she could take a brief lick of Minh’s sole.

Minh tingled. “I really don’t feel like any of this is safe.”

But Minh’s opinion didn’t matter. This whole scenario was being dictated by her cousins. Jasmin kept her lips partially open so that she could let Minh’s foot sweat drip into her mouth. It was salty, honestly no different than regular salt water, but the fact that she knew it had originated from Minh’s sole made her heart skip a beat.

I love you so much, she wanted to tell her.

The five minutes passed by slowly, with Minh shifting her weight from foot to foot every now and then. But Jasmin didn’t need any kind of relief. She behaved like an angel the whole time, staying quiet and letting Minh’s soles smother her completely. Not once did she complain about the smell, sweatiness or weight.

“Ridiculous,” Sofia remarked, for her phone began to beep.

Minh stepped off Jasmin, feeling embarrassed upon seeing just how red and drenched her face was. Jasmin’s big smile continued to leave her baffled.

“That was so fun, Minh-Minh!”

“Um… You’re welcome.”

Jasmin threw herself into Minh’s arms, purring. She squeezed her so tightly that she nestled her face into her breasts. Yet before either adult could react, she was already making a beeline for the stairs, giggling.

“Paper and pencil!” Sofia yelled.

“I’m tackling math last!”

Minh scratched her head. “I guess my feet don’t smell that bad this morning.”

“Don’t look at me like I’m gonna test that.” Sofia began practising punches and kicks against the air. Her foot came within a hair’s length of breaking Minh’s nose. “Haven’t we talked about how Jazz is a weird kid?”

“That’s what I love about her.”

“Eh…”

“Sofi, what’s that ‘eh’ supposed to mean?”

“Like, I’ll die for Jazz, but come on, you can’t say you don’t wish she would just act like a normal girl at times. It’s awkward as hell at school events seeing all these kids vibing while she looks like she’s about to poison everyone’s food.”

Minh gasped. “That’s not funny.”

“Yeah, but it’s accurate. I mean, she’s never brought a friend here. What girl do you know never brought a friend into her house?”

“I’d say her name, but then you’d get upset.”

“What? Oh, the poor one.” Sofia rolled her eyes. “But unlike her doped-up mom, our parents let us bring friends home. I’d do it just to make Jazz look—”

“Have you ever asked her how she feels about not having friends? Not what you think about it, but if she’s fine with it or has struggles.”

Sofia paused.

“Toadette usually cared what her brother thought, just saying.” Minh waved to Jasmin as she came down the stairs with her homework. “If you got any questions for me, Jazz, don’t hesitate to ask.”

The doorbell chirped.

Jasmin froze mid-step. “I’m not here,” she whispered, backing away from the entrance.

“Who is that?” Minh asked.

“Don’t answer it, Minh-Minh!” Jasmin yelped. She tripped over her own feet in a rush to make it to the table, far from the entrance.

Minh opened the door. A girl with a basketball was standing there.

“Hola,” Minh said. “Who is this?”

“Rachel,” the girl said, grinning widely. She took a step forward, trying to see past Minh into the living room. “Ooh, this is the farthest I’ve ever been in here. Yo, Jazz!”

Jasmin shrieked, but she couldn’t get far before Rachel caught her. Seeing a classmate in her mansion felt surreal, in the worst possible way.

“Nice pyjamas! And hey, first time I’ve seen those feet,” Rachel said. “Cute. Probably way less stinky than mine are after practice.”

Minh chuckled. “Oh, Jazz’s feet can pack a punch without exercise.”

Jasmin let out a choked groan. She desperately tried to hide her face. Then she felt something drag along her sole. Upon recognising it, she screamed once more, this time so loudly that the chandelier shook. Rachel was sniffing her feet! Her nostrils caught a big whiff of foot dust.

“I can’t find a stink. They smell pretty good,” she chuckled. “Jazz, just ‘cause you’re not athletic doesn’t mean we can’t hang out. C’mon, let’s hit the mall.”

“Rachel.” Sofia walked over. “At this point I’d make her go with you, but she’s got all this homework to finish right now.”

“One of these weeks I’m gonna drag her out, don’t worry.” Rachel turned back to Jasmin, poking her foot. She gave it a mocking kiss. “I’ll see you later, ‘kay?”

Minh watched her go, then she scratched her head with a smile. Just like when I forced myself into Toadette’s house. And look where we are now.

***

“I’m still moving pretty slowly, Penelope,” Toadette sang, twirling as she descended from the air.

Penelope was hunched over, breathing so heavily that they were concerned she was going to pass out in this cold. Yet she refused to rest, ignoring the stinging pain in her tail muscles and the soreness of her feet. The second Toadette’s toes touched the ground, Penelope flung her tail in her direction.

She’d lost track of how many times she missed Toadette.

“I hate it!” she yelled. “I hate this stupid Super Leaf!”

“And with a quitter attitude like that, you wonder why you still haven’t caught me.”

“I’ve been trying for hours now, and it’s getting me nowhere!” Penelope began to dispel the item from herself. “Why can’t it just be easy?”

Captain Toad stepped forward. “If mastering it were easy, we’d have a bunch of troublemakers like you causing chaos.”

“You wanna take the rest of the day off?” Toadette asked them.

Penelope sighed, shaking her head. “Let’s keep going.”

“Tomorrow.” Toad patted her back. “You’re not useful if your back’s broken.”

“But...” Penelope stopped. “Yes, sir.”

Toadette chuckled as she helped her unofficial daughter warm up and bathe. Moving around was difficult for Penelope. Why was using a Super Leaf such a challenge when Toad and Toadette could use it was such ease? Even Minh could use it, and Penelope knew she didn’t possess the same “action-equipped” qualities as the other two.

However, despite wincing from the constant pain of moving her joints, there was a flame in her that refused to flicker out.

She looked to Toadette as she dipped her toes into the tub. “Thank you.”

“Hmm?”

“I’m gonna come out this thing ready for whatever’s next,” Penelope said with determination. “Even if it kills me.”

“We just talked about not wanting you dead.”

“I’m trying to be all deep, Miss Toadette. Look, I’m gonna be much faster by the time you’re ready to go adventuring. I promise you.”

“You doing this to impress me or for yourself?” Toadette froze. “Or are you thinking about Jasmin?”

Penelope nodded. Though she wouldn’t clarify which of Toadette’s answers was correct. She simply laughed as she leaned back in the water.

Whatever motivates her, I hope it pays off, Toadette thought.

Once the bath was over, Toadette helped Penelope out the tub and wrapped her in a towel. She guided her to her bed and tucked her in.

“Goodnight, Penelope,” she said, placing a kiss on her cheek.

“Mmm…” Penelope’s eyes were already rapidly blinking as she faded in and out of consciousness.

Then a playful thought struck Toadette. She lifted the sheets slightly, leaning down to see Penelope’s freshly scrubbed feet. Without hesitation, she kissed her right big toe. Then the left one. Finally, pushing the envelope, Toadette very slowly sucked on both of Penelope’s toes at once. She couldn’t even remember the last time she had been forced to do so.

But a soft moan left Penelope’s lips, and she curled her other toes in response.

“You liked that?” Toadette asked, covering the feet back up.

“I should ask you to do it more…” Penelope rolled onto her side. “Goodnight, Mother.”

Toadette froze with her hand on the door handle. Turning back to Penelope, she found her fast asleep. She appeared so peaceful, lightly snoring away.