This choice: She deliberately keeps Jack stuck in her boot • Go Back...Chapter #8A change of heart by: Tisch   When the remaining time of Grace's class ran out, the goth girl exited the class with haste and took a seat on a nearby bench. She undid her boot and looked inside, finding the little student on his back, face up. He was heaving breaths of relative fresh air as the outside world shone in on him. "Grace... please get me out of here," Jack begged. He tried sitting up, but was far too worn down and collapsed right back onto his back. Grace snorted. "I don't know about that. I thought I would have come up with other plans for you, but it looks like you're enjoying yourself quite a bit down there. Besides, I'm liking where you are. Let's talk after I get home from classes, okay?" Jack's eyes widened at the thought. He looked up at the pale girl and concentrated on the grin parting her black lips. Jack tried once more to convince Grace otherwise. "No, please! Grace, I'm struggling down here. The air's thick, it smells, and I can't stand your sock. It's-"
"All right, enough, it's time I get going," Grace interrupted. She raised her foot back over the boot and slipped it inside. "I'll think about it some more, but in the meantime, I'm going to cherish you in there, little one," she laughed.
*SMUSH*
*SCRUNCH*
Rubbing her foot back into place, the goth smashed Jack right back into her foot. The little guy grimaced in discomfort and yelped, getting a mouthful of the goth's striped sock. Choking and gagging, he desperately tried to spit it out and close his mouth, but once the girl got walking, it was impossible. With each step, either Grace would unknowingly force more of her moist sock into Jack's mouth or keep it as it was. She would continue to walk for just under ten minutes before reaching her next class. When the goth finally sat down and rested her foot, Jack immediately maneuvered the nasty cloth out of his mouth, gagging and choking once more. "I can't take much more of this," the little guy thought, "This is horrible. I'm losing more and more of my will to keep going. I don't have enough energy for this." Jack knew that sooner or later, he would completely lose everything. Unlike Grace, who was chalked full of energy from her exciting find, Jack was losing his mind and his energy minute by minute. And though the giant college student told Jack that she would consider letting him out after her last class, it wouldn't be for hours after that when Grace would finally check in on her little pet.
*STOMP*
*SMOOSH*
*SQUELCH*
*CRUNCH*
Over the course of some eight hours, Grace kept Jack tucked under her foot inside of her boot. The dark cavern of her footwear ended up becoming stuffy enough to block Jack's nose entirely. While he was still able to breathe, Jack had to choke down the musty air through his mouth to keep himself conscious. On occasion, he would find the goth's sock creep back into his mouth and have a visceral reaction. However, a couple hours before he would be released, Jack passed out from the conditions inside the goth's boot. When he awoke, the little guy was a completely different person.
*ZIP*
"Ah..." Grace sighed. She was sitting on the sofa in her dorm, satisfied with the day's events. Not for a moment did she ever forget about Jack. Rather, Grace was simply enjoying herself and the little man that she acquired. While she wanted to continue with the treatment, the goth knew that Jack needed some resting time so she didn't overwork and accidentally kill him. Unzipping her boots, the goth found Jack once again lying on his back with his face up in her right boot. "Good evening, little one," Grace grinned. "Long time no see. Did you enjoy it in there?" She bent down and picked Jack out of her boot and raised him up to her face. "Ooh, you don't smell too fresh," the goth laughed. Jack had yet to respond. "Anyways, I was thinking you would come out with me again later. You know, just on a stroll." To Grace's surprise, Jack nodded. "S-sure," he uttered, "Whatever you say, ma'am." Grace narrowed her eyes and reiterated her proposal. "So you want to stay in my boot then? Be my little foot boy?" Not all the way there after having such a long day, Jack groggily responded. "Yeah, definitely." Grace laughed as she brought the little man to her lips.
*SMUCK*
"Good boy," the goth purred. Planting a packed kiss onto Jack, she recoated him in her black lipstick. Grace then lowered Jack back into her boot, setting him on his back. "Well then, shall we get going? I think you're really going to enjoy my night out on the town," Grace grinned. Jack didn't respond. All he did was look up as the goth girl lowered her foot back into her boot. Soon, all he could see was the bottom of her ratty foot. And then, the goth girl adjusted that foot right back on top of Jack.
*SQUELCH*
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That night enforced Jack's new role for the rest of his life. He was to become this goth student's most prized possession, being used for her every whim. While occasionally being thrown into Grace's bra or used as a seat cushion or even invited into her thongs, Jack was predominantly plastered to the sole of the girl's boot. Jack had since become accustomed to Grace's deep black footwear. Having lost his own will and independence, the little guy never bothered to resist the domineering Grace. He would spend the rest of his days feeling the pressure and twisting forces of the goth girl's feet... |
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