You watch helplessly as Joye scans the room for any sign of you. You try once more to move but it's useless as the woman's foot still holds you captive. Dammit, Joye! Look here! I'm right here! you scream at her in your head, mentally willing her to see you. Joye begins to turn her head towards the woman on the bench, and towards you. Yes! you think, She's going to see me! Her eyes begin to drop from the brunette's face to the floor. Almost, almost. Just a little more! Suddenly your view is blocked by the woman's hands holding some sort of dark fabric, consequently blocking you from Joye's sight. NO! She's putting on her stockings! You start to panic even more as the stocking moves closer and begins to cover your flattened form. The silky smooth texture of the sheer fabric would be a welcome sensation in almost any other situation, but now it only meant that your fate would soon be sealed. As the brunette tugs the stockings up her leg, you regain a little sight only partially obscured by the stretched fabric. You see Joye turning around to exit the locker room having missed any sign of your struggle. This is it, you think to yourself, resigned to your foreseeable future stuck to the sole of a giantess who isn't even aware of your existence. Vertigo kicks in as your perspective is violently shifted. Your view of the locker room door becomes that of a long dark tunnel: the entrance to the woman's boot! You scream internally as you are slowly lowered down into the dark confines of the woman's footwear. You meet the worn, inner sole of the boot with a thud and are slid across as she finishes placing her foot inside. All remaining light is now extinguished as she zips up the boot and finalises your capture. The pressure increases, but only slightly as she sets her foot back onto the ground to put on the other boot. In the dark, your other senses begin to improve slightly. You smell the leftover fragrance of the soap from her shower and the leather of the boot. Suddenly, you are sandwiched once again as she stands up and begins to pack away her gm clothes before heading out of the locker room. Every other step brings her crushing weight back on top of you followed by the sickeningly fast swing of her leg right back to the slam on the ground. You hear the muffled sounds of the other patrons still working out. The woman stops again and you barely make out the sound of a familiar voice. You recognise it as Joye's and make out just enough to know that she was asking everyone as they left if they had seen you. Unfortunately, your captor had no idea of you current predicament and replied in the negative before resuming her trip out of the gym.
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