Yukiko says to you, in a much softer tone, realizing that she’d hurt your smaller ears if she didn’t speak softly, “I’ll need to hide you somewhere with me, so we can figure all of this out later. But what should I say about it, so nobody thinks that you’re missing??” You think things over, and you believe that you’ve come up with a decent plan, and explain “Alright, I’ve got an idea! Say that I got a bit of food poisoning, and that I’ll be stuck in the bathroom for the night. Say that I bumped into you before I ran in there, and that’s why you know about it. Tell them that they can still hang out here if they want, but if they can leave a bit earlier than we planned. And tell them I’m sorry about the situation, and that I’ll definitely reimburse everybody for any payments they made for the party. And go and grab the keys in my room, so we can lock the bathroom, so it’s more convincing. Does that work for you, Yukiko?” She nods and gives you a confident thumbs-up, and runs over to your room to lock the bathroom door.
And once the preparations were completed, you ask “So where are you planning on hiding me? I’d rather not be found like this, especially by Rachel, because things are still a bit rocky between us right now. Although, I really should fix that once we figure out this whole shrinking business.” Yukiko makes a worried face, and says “Okay, but don’t freak out about it. I think we should put you inside my shoe for now.” She makes a face like she’s waiting for an explosion and you just remain silent for a few moments while you process it, and simply say “What?” So Yukiko explains, “Well, I can’t put you in one of my pockets or my purse, because you never know if something would knock into you or if I’d accidentally pull you out. And plus, we can’t hide you somewhere in the apartment, because you never know what could happen. And you’ll be completely out of sight, AND you’ll be right next to me.” She smiles at you, and you think that Yukiko’s cute demeanor might be tricking you, but you relent and say “Alright. I asked you for help, so I should have some faith. But please be gentle…” Yukiko giggles and says “Sure!” and starts to pop off her right green flat, revealing her bare foot. She places you gently inside the flat, right around the toe section, and you mentally prepare yourself for the experience. And as you try to rationalize what was happening, you are completely awestruck by how Yukiko looks from your angle. Her Slayer T-shirt and jeans looked so strange from your vantage point, and it was mentally jarring to imagine that a girl, who was a solid foot shorter than you, was the largest thing you’ve even seen in your life. Yukiko seemed much closer to a mythical goddess, who could control all aspects of your life with a finger (or a toe), than your good friend and equal.
You see Yukiko smile and wave at you, as she slowly puts back on her flat, and you brace yourself for the impact of her insanely gigantic toes. You position yourself where her 3rd and 4th toes would meet, so you wouldn’t be harshly flattened, and your head winds up stuck between both massive toes. They don’t smell or feel particularly great, but they’re not unpleasant either, given that they’re feet and you don’t particularly like them one way or the other. Once Yukiko felt that you were nicely secured between her toes, inside her flat, she walked back to the party to continue their plan. She explained everything to the rest of the people, and everyone seemed to take the news well enough, and they didn’t seem interested enough to pry too much. Yukiko wondered if that was because everyone thought that she was already a trustworthy person, so they would be no need to question what she said. And since everyone seemed to want to stay a bit longer, Yukiko decided to have some fun and mingle, and try and not think about you, at least for the time being. She chatted with the other guests, and had a bit to drink to try and relax, and in doing so she started to pay less and less attention to you who were stuck between her slightly sweaty toes.
And while Yukiko was enjoying herself, you also felt yourself getting even smaller than before, and by the time you stopped, you were a lot closer to ¼ of an inch tall. Now, your only hope is that your shrinking had finally come to an end. So now the toes were big enough to grip your head like a pebble, were now huge enough to treat your entire body like a puny pebble. And they were ruthless with how they treated you now, willing to squeeze you harshly between their massive toe flesh, and cramming you into the small sweaty spaces that were between her toes. You tried to struggle, but it was no use, as they reveled in using you like an insignificant toe toy. And as the night went on, Yukiko completely forgot about her plan to keep her now tiny friend hidden and safe until later, and just figured that a pebble got caught in her flat. Usually, she wouldn’t be this forgetful, but the party activity, something that Yukiko rarely experienced, mixed with the moderate amount of alcohol made her much more forgetful tonight. At one point, while Yukiko was chatting with Madison, you tried to make your presence known again, hoping that it would spark her memory, but it had an undesired result. Yukiko did feel you, but figured that whatever was stuck in her flat was bothering her again, and simply started grinding that ball of her foot harshly and uncaringly, grumbling in an annoyed fashion. She quickly said to Madison, “Oh sorry about that! I think a piece of my flat’s insole got messed up, and it was bothering me.” Madison laughs and says, “Aww I hate when that happens! Although it can be a nice stress reliever, if you mess with it occasionally.” Both girls laughed at their shared experiences, while Yukiko took Madison’s advice and started to prod at you more forcefully and aggressively, reminding you that as close of a friend as you were to Yukiko, her toes viewed you more a pleasure toy to be abusively dominated.
As things simmered down, and people started to meander out of the apartment, Yukiko followed suit, and made her way back to her own apartment for the night. By this time, it was around midnight, so she was a bit tired, and planned on heading to bed once she got home. And as she walked, you were tossed all around her massive and now fairly sweaty toes, getting pushed into small crevices and folds, getting flattened under the toes themselves, and getting smothered between the currently monolithic pillars of flesh. But to your surprise, you didn’t feel like anything was breaking, although you did experience varying degrees of discomfort. You figure that you must have gotten a lot more durable now, and you reason that if it was possible to become as small as a tiny pebble, then it was also possible to become super-humanly durable.
After about 10 minutes of walking, which was incredibly eventful for you in your current trap among Yukiko’s toes, she finally made it to her apartment. And she was very ready for a good night’s sleep. She was still a bit relaxed from the alcohol, which increased her exhaustion, but she had a short moment of wonder. She could have sworn that she forgot about something, and she mumbled to herself “Hmm… what was it? I’m sure it was important, maybe…” And you yell, knowing that she’d never hear you, “C’mon Yukiko! It’s me! Remember me! You couldn’t have drunk that much tonight to be this forgetful!” So before Yukiko prepared to go to bed, did she remember the friend that she originally stowed away in her flat? Or did she continue with her bedtime routine, completely oblivious to the suffering of her good friend who was being vigorously used by her long and slender toes?
View Portfolio
Visit Notebook
Send Gift Points
Awards
Badges
Send Email
Community Newsfeed
General Discussion
Sponsored Items
Book of Trinkets
Static Items
Books
Groups
Interactive Stories
Audio
Campfire Creatives
Community Notes
Crossword Puzzles
Documents
Folders
Images
In & Outs
Madlibs
Photo Albums
Polls
Product Reviews
Quizzes
Survey Forms
Web Pages
Word Searches
More by this author
