Seeing New Places
Anime Shrink Interactive
chapter 7
by
copier
· original author:
fearboy
Lelouch stared up in horror, his eyes wide and his heart racing at what C.C. was holding in each hand. Her feet had been bad; he could still taste the dirt and sweat on his tongue. However, the sight of the two white monstrosities hanging from her fingers made those sweaty soles look much more appealing. Back when C.C. had been living with him and he hadn’t been her slave, there were two things that bothered Lelouch more then anything, her left over pizza boxes littered all over the floor and her discarded boots. Her boots were slightly worse because at least the pizza boxes didn’t give off a horrible smell. Lelouch had often threatened to burn her filthy boots, but never went through with it. Right now, he wished he had.
“Do you know what these are?” C.C. asked as she dangled her giant boots over Lelouch who stared at the treads with fear. He could see bits of dirty stuck in the bottom of her boots, tiny specks rained down on him as C.C. shook them. He wondered how much it would hurt to be crushed under her foot when she wore those monsters. He could only imagine how painful it would be compared to the soft underside of her foot.
“Your favourite boots,” he answered straightly, hoping to not show his fear. C.C. shook her head in amusement and corrected him.
“No, there one of the places you’re going to live. I have some other places, but these will be where you go when you displease your goddess,” C.C. told him coldly. She added quickly with a sadistic smile a moment later. “Or when I’m bored. It is so much fun having you underfoot.”
“I can only imagine,” Lelouch softly whispered. Rebelling against the goddess was looking less and less appealing to the shrunken slave. He had no desire to remain in this position, but he wasn’t going to start fighting against C.C. now. If he had learned anything from cleaning C.C.’s feet it was that he could swallow his pride and a stomach full of underfoot filth. There would be no whining and bellyaching from him. He’d win this slowly and not be broken by C.C.
At that moment, C.C. let go of her boots and they fell to the ground beside Lelouch. It was like two small buses were falling towards him and Lelouch ducked and covered his head on instinct. They crashed to either side of him, falling to their sides, as they lay empty on the floor. Lelouch lifted his head back, just in time to hear his new Goddess issue down an order. “I’m bored. Crawl into my boots like a good insect, Lulu.”
Lelouch didn’t do anything but stare into the dark abyss of the boot. The foul stench reached his nose and he wasn’t even close. He wanted to remain were he was, fight C.C. but he knew that it would be pointless. He was a smart person and if he resisted it would only be like when he refused to clean her foot; pain and then acceptance. Reluctantly, he walked towards the opening to the boot under the gleeful eye of C.C. Her only thought was how easy it was to break the smart ones as she watched Lelouch walk towards his fate.
Crawling into the boot, Lelouch was forced to breath in the thick aroma of unwashed feet.
He could see the insole of the boot in front of him, filthy and stained with sweat and grim. He would have liked to stay as far away from the insole as possible, but once he was inside, C.C. turned her boot upright and Lelouch dropped onto her insole face first. He sank several inches into the spongy inside of her boot, feeling the sweat rub against his naked body. He slowly sat up, his face covered in foot filth. He wiped it away furiously, but couldn’t get it off. He could taste it and smell it, making him gag and his eyes water. As he brushed his tears away, he stared up out of the opening of the shoe and saw C.C. smiling down at him.
“Good Lulu, you’ll get a treat later for being so well behaved,” she cooed patronizingly and Lelouch sneered at her. Lint the size of his fist was sticking to him and the front of his body was covered in foot filth, but at least C.C. was getting her jollies. C.C. chuckled at her tiny bug trapped in her boot. He looked lonely so she decided to give him some company. “Now lets see how well my foot fits inside my boot with you in it. By the way, if I was you, I’d start running.”
Panic seized Lelouch and he looked around desperately. C.C. was going to put her foot in, with him under foot. He couldn’t climb out and he’d be crushed under her sole if he didn’t move. With revulsion, he realized he would have to crawl in deeper to escape her foot. With a despondent scream he started running towards the toe section, not wishing to be crushed under C.C.’s foot again. As he got deeper, light got dimmer and the smell got stronger. The ground was sticky from absorbing years of sweat and made it hard to move. Several times Lelouch fell forward, taking a fateful of the sole of C.C.’s boot. He could feel the slimy residue from the bottom of C.C.’s foot on his lips and he disgustingly tasted it as it ran into his mouth.
More lint, dirt and crumbs surrounded him as he went deeper and as he neared the toe section he started to see big globs of toe jam stuck to the inside of the boot. C.C.’s disgusting habit to wear her boats without socks had turned the inside of her boot into a hellish place of smells and textures. As Lelouch neared the very end of her boot when all the light disappeared and he heard something big coming towards him. C.C. was putting in her foot and he was about to discover if he’d be trapped under her toes or not.
“Do you know what these are?” C.C. asked as she dangled her giant boots over Lelouch who stared at the treads with fear. He could see bits of dirty stuck in the bottom of her boots, tiny specks rained down on him as C.C. shook them. He wondered how much it would hurt to be crushed under her foot when she wore those monsters. He could only imagine how painful it would be compared to the soft underside of her foot.
“Your favourite boots,” he answered straightly, hoping to not show his fear. C.C. shook her head in amusement and corrected him.
“No, there one of the places you’re going to live. I have some other places, but these will be where you go when you displease your goddess,” C.C. told him coldly. She added quickly with a sadistic smile a moment later. “Or when I’m bored. It is so much fun having you underfoot.”
“I can only imagine,” Lelouch softly whispered. Rebelling against the goddess was looking less and less appealing to the shrunken slave. He had no desire to remain in this position, but he wasn’t going to start fighting against C.C. now. If he had learned anything from cleaning C.C.’s feet it was that he could swallow his pride and a stomach full of underfoot filth. There would be no whining and bellyaching from him. He’d win this slowly and not be broken by C.C.
At that moment, C.C. let go of her boots and they fell to the ground beside Lelouch. It was like two small buses were falling towards him and Lelouch ducked and covered his head on instinct. They crashed to either side of him, falling to their sides, as they lay empty on the floor. Lelouch lifted his head back, just in time to hear his new Goddess issue down an order. “I’m bored. Crawl into my boots like a good insect, Lulu.”
Lelouch didn’t do anything but stare into the dark abyss of the boot. The foul stench reached his nose and he wasn’t even close. He wanted to remain were he was, fight C.C. but he knew that it would be pointless. He was a smart person and if he resisted it would only be like when he refused to clean her foot; pain and then acceptance. Reluctantly, he walked towards the opening to the boot under the gleeful eye of C.C. Her only thought was how easy it was to break the smart ones as she watched Lelouch walk towards his fate.
Crawling into the boot, Lelouch was forced to breath in the thick aroma of unwashed feet.
He could see the insole of the boot in front of him, filthy and stained with sweat and grim. He would have liked to stay as far away from the insole as possible, but once he was inside, C.C. turned her boot upright and Lelouch dropped onto her insole face first. He sank several inches into the spongy inside of her boot, feeling the sweat rub against his naked body. He slowly sat up, his face covered in foot filth. He wiped it away furiously, but couldn’t get it off. He could taste it and smell it, making him gag and his eyes water. As he brushed his tears away, he stared up out of the opening of the shoe and saw C.C. smiling down at him.
“Good Lulu, you’ll get a treat later for being so well behaved,” she cooed patronizingly and Lelouch sneered at her. Lint the size of his fist was sticking to him and the front of his body was covered in foot filth, but at least C.C. was getting her jollies. C.C. chuckled at her tiny bug trapped in her boot. He looked lonely so she decided to give him some company. “Now lets see how well my foot fits inside my boot with you in it. By the way, if I was you, I’d start running.”
Panic seized Lelouch and he looked around desperately. C.C. was going to put her foot in, with him under foot. He couldn’t climb out and he’d be crushed under her sole if he didn’t move. With revulsion, he realized he would have to crawl in deeper to escape her foot. With a despondent scream he started running towards the toe section, not wishing to be crushed under C.C.’s foot again. As he got deeper, light got dimmer and the smell got stronger. The ground was sticky from absorbing years of sweat and made it hard to move. Several times Lelouch fell forward, taking a fateful of the sole of C.C.’s boot. He could feel the slimy residue from the bottom of C.C.’s foot on his lips and he disgustingly tasted it as it ran into his mouth.
More lint, dirt and crumbs surrounded him as he went deeper and as he neared the toe section he started to see big globs of toe jam stuck to the inside of the boot. C.C.’s disgusting habit to wear her boats without socks had turned the inside of her boot into a hellish place of smells and textures. As Lelouch neared the very end of her boot when all the light disappeared and he heard something big coming towards him. C.C. was putting in her foot and he was about to discover if he’d be trapped under her toes or not.
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March 13, 2025
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