You were fully expecting the sizzling hot, unforgiving surface of the concrete walkway below to break your fall, so when you landed on something soft you were confused to say the least. Opening your eyes you first noticed the swamp of spilled ice cream you were currently laying in. But beyond that you saw a sight that you had essentially memorized by this point in your life, the tall, fabric covered walls of the inside of your mom's shoe. Groaning, you jokingly thought in your head that if you had spent any more time inside these shoes then you should probably pay Melissa's feet rent or something. Seriously, you probably knew the marks of wear and tear on her insoles better than you knew any of the subjects of your classes.
Shaking the thoughts off of your humorous yet simultaneously depressing familiarity with this situation, you attempted to struggle and break free of the thick, creamy ice cream. But no matter how valiantly you tried, there was no budging it. Even in this half melted state it was still cold and dense enough to hold you incapable of moving. Just as the panic of realizing how stuck you were began to sink in, also did the dense fog of foot sweat that emanated from your surroundings. Your nostrils felt like they were struck by poisonous gas as the smell of recently produced sweat swirled around you. Sadly, no matter how used to this predicament you were, you could never get used to the smell. With no other options you looked upwards out of the opening in Melissa's sneaker, praying that she might notice what had happened. But of course you saw nothing other than her also well-worn, purple socks, swaying to and fro as she hummed a tune and finished the last few bites of her ice cream cone. You could see patches of fabric on the ball of her foot that were worn down from sweat and pressure, nearly transparent from years of use. At that moment you swore to god that if you ever managed to go five minutes without being crushed by your mom then you would order her some new running shoes and socks online.
Far above your current sticky situation, Melissa popped the last bite of waffle cone into her mouth, eliciting a drawn out “mmmm” from her lips as she did so. “Sorry I got a little selfish there, Thomas. I nearly ate the whole thing!” Melissa said with a giggle before continuing, “But you got some good bites in at least, right?” Melissa ended her question turning her gaze downward to her own exposed cleavage where she confusedly saw nothing but her own skin. Perplexed, she said “Thomas?” before cupping her own breasts in her hands and mashing them together. In her mind she was feeling for you, completely oblivious to the crushing pressure she would have doled out if you had, in fact, still been in there. Still unsatisfied she then snaked a hand between her boobs, scrunching up her face as she felt how slick her skin still was with the sweat of her workout. After a few seconds she removed her hand and began to wrack her brain of where you might be. She laughed internally at the possibilities that were running through her brain before forcing herself to calm down and try to actually figure it out. Melissa slipped her still damp crop top back on before grabbing one shoe and slipping it back on her foot. She then grabbed the other and put it on as well.
*squish*
Immediately Melissa felt something ice cold and wet smush beneath her heel, grimacing at the unpleasant feeling. She took the shoe off instantly as a response, peering down into the opening of her shoe, seeing a smeared blotch of partially melted ice cream… with a tiny face looking up out of the middle.
Just as soon as your fears came true and Melissa slipped on the shoe holding you prisoner, she miraculously took it right back off. And thankfully now, you and her locked eyes in a moment of recognition. You were praying for once she would just free you immediately, but as you saw her shocked face contort into a broad smile, you knew that wouldn’t be the case. You mentally braced yourself for whatever idiotic response she would have a she spoke down to you, “Oh my gosh, Thomas! I can’t believe you want to help me take another picture for Son Squishers this soon! That’s so nice of you!” Melissa quickly opened up the camera app on her phone and snapped shot of you looking miserable in a pool of ice cream and foot sweat in her shoe before putting her phone away. She then continued, “Hmm. It’s not bad but honestly I think we can do better, later. We set the bar too high with our last two pictures, but thanks for trying, sweetie!”
You were flabbergasted at Melissa’s line of logic. Not only did she assume you got yourself into this situation on purpose, but she had the nerve to say it wasn’t even that good of a photo! You wished you could scream at her at that moment but the crushing weight of her heel moments before left you incapable of speaking for the time being. Melissa began to speak again, “And I just knew you were joking around earlier when you said that was enough squashing for a lifetime, too! I mean I know my big ol’ body might beat ya up every once in a while but it’s just so darn funny and such a fun hobby for us to share!” Without you saying a word Melissa had come to the conclusion that you actually had fun getting into these ridiculous predicaments with her. Honestly sometimes you wondered if she had a functioning brain at all.
Melissa finally reached down into her shoe, grabbing your head between her thumb and pointer finger, lifting you out of the swamp of ice cream and towards her face. “Part of me wants to just eat the ice cream right off of ya now it was so good, but based on the way you smell I can tell I must of gotten you all covered in my sweat again so I don’t think I will. I mean, can you imagine how nasty it would be to taste foot sweat?!” Melissa questioned you, painfully oblivious to the fact that you had to do just that mere moments before. She then continued, “So let’s head back to your dorm and we can both clean up, sound good?”
Still not able to speak, the prospect of returning back to your room and getting clean once again sounded like the best case scenario so you responded with a thumbs up. Melissa smiled and clenched her fist around you, leaving only your head poking out of her palm to swing to and fro as she walked across campus. In her other hand she took out her cell phone once again, browsing social media mindlessly. From the way she was laughing you could tell she was looking at Son Squishers once again and you sighed. Nearly a minute into her walk you could see the ground beneath you from your current spot and you had the misfortune of spotting three guys walking in the designated tiny section of the sidewalk dead ahead. Gulping, you knew Melissa wasn’t paying nearly enough attention to here whereabouts. In one thoughtless step she smashed the three guys underneath her sneaker, leaving three twitching bodies plastered to the ground behind her. She didn’t even notice what she did for a second as she let out another chuckle. You honestly didn’t even want to tell her that happened as the deed had already been done, so you whispered a silent sorry to ease your own conscience.
Another minute passed and you finally arrived at Chelsea’s currently vacant dorm room. Melissa used the key she was given to unlock the door, walking in and throwing both you and the key crudely on a nearby table. You squashed slightly once more, but luckily you had a moment to pop back into a human shape before anything else happened. You looked up at your mom and she had already removed her top and shorts, plopping them in a sweaty pile in the clothes hamper. You shielded your eyes from her now bouncing assets, but just then she spoke to you.
What did she say?
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