This choice: Sure, he's come this far, why not pile on some mroe • Go Back...Chapter #7Bruised and Battered by: Tisch   Sighing, Jack reluctantly nodded his head. He managed to get through all that Annie threw at him so far, why not go a little further? Besides, this would offer insight into his own boundaries as someone as small as he is. When he agreed, Annie lit up. "Great! I'll go get your partner right away." She set him back down on the table, then left the room. "Partner? What the hell does she mean by partner?" Jack spoke to himself. A few minutes later, Annie entered the room with a shorter but much better built woman. She looked to be not much younger than Annie, probably early to mid twenties, and had blonde hair which was in a ponytail. "This is Maryse," Annie introduced. The girl smiled and waved at Jack. Annie continued. "She's a part of the running club here at the university and volunteered to help out with the second part of this session. Marys, would you kindly prepare?" The girl nodded, and sat down on a nearby bench, taking off one of her athletic shoes, and then one of her socks. She handed the sock to Annie.
"Annie," Jack gulped, "what exactly is this next step going to be?" Annie peeled open Maryse's sock. "This leg of the experiment requires you to provide support for Maryse as she's out running. Considering she's a distance runner, this part of the experiment should be a true test of your durability and endurance. Upon returning, I would like you to report to me on your condition. Is everything clear?" Annie explained. Jack dazed off for a minute in fear before returning to reality. "Uh, y-yes." Annie dropped Jack into Maryse's sock, then handed it over to the runner. "Perfect," Annie smiled. "Have a good run. I'll see you in an hour," she called to Maryse, then left the room. The runner looked into her sock with a half sympathetic, half happy look. "I'm sorry I have to put you through this, little guy. I promise I'll be as gentle as I possibly can." Jack groaned as he felt himself being lowered to her foot. Now at the end of her sock, Jack looked to the opening and saw Maryse's pinkish toes creeping in. He wanted to crawl through the fabric beside him and run away, but he couldn't. He was stuck until the run was over, which apparently would be in an hour.
*SQUISH*
Maryse put on her sock and pulled it snug on her foot. Jack was pushed in between her toes, then fell back after she had adjusted her sock. As Maryse was putting her shoe on, Jack's lower body slid beneath the foot itself, and he was stuck. "Oh no..." Jack whispered to himself. "Here we go..." Maryse finished putting on her shoes and tightened them with double knots. Jack was beginning to feel the pressure as she stood up to walk. When she did begin walking, Jack huffed each time she took a step, as her foot lay its full force on him. Of course, it would only get worse as Maryse would begin to run. And that it did...
A half hour in to Maryse's run, Jack was barely conscious. The terrible smell, sticky feeling, and on and off pressure from Maryse stepping on him so many times wore Jack down. Maryse was indeed being as gentle as she could while running, yet that could only do so much. Her now sweat-soaked sock provided great discomfort for Jack and squished and squashed as she ran, her foot and Jack alike feeling the wet feeling coming from the sweat-absorbed fabric. The motion sickness Jack was getting nearly caused him to throw up on more than one occasion, but he kept it down with respect to Maryse. She was only a volunteer, and she seemed to be very nice. She didn't deserve the little test subject vomiting on her foot. Instead, Jack did eventually pass out around the forty-five minute mark.
"ck... J-k... Jaaaack..." A booming voice slowly began to creep into Jack's head as his eyes slowly opened. He peered upwards, a light shining directly down on him. He threw up his hands to block it from irritating him any longer. "Oh, I'm sorry," a voice called. On cue, the light dimmed and Jack was able to fully open his eyes. Sitting to his right was Annie, pencil and paper in front of her. "I see you're finally awake, I'm glad you're here," she said. "I understand if you may need to wait awhile before reporting your experience, but let me know if you would like to do so soon." Jack sat up and held his head. With one hand, he felt his shirt and picked up on how wet it was. Casually looking at his outfit, it appeared all articled of clothing he was wearing were soaked. "Oh, right," he mumbled, then shuddered. Flashbacks from inside Maryse's shoe popped into mind. Never did he want to have an experience like that again.
"Ugh..." Jack groaned. "Okay, I think I can report, Annie." The researcher lit up, then began asking Jack questions about his conditions and how the second part of the experiment went. He answered truthfully, sparing no details. After Annie had recorded all that she needed, she stood up and took her notes over to a folder where she deposited them. "All right, Jack, that's all for today. Once again, this was a fantastic session, thank you so much," Annie glimmered. Jack rolled his eyes. He went through a lot to get her this information, she better appreciate it.
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