All In For The Win (Part Two)
One Foot Tall Fiancé
chapter 11
by
copier
· original author:
unknown
When the morning came, you had no idea, stuck as you were in total darkness and silence. Your only clue was the most obvious, as the sweat cloth was removed from the sneaker, and a streak of sunlight shone through. That sunlight was immediately replaced by the sight of Maddie’s foot, clad in what frighteningly appeared to be the exact same ratty and sweaty black socks from the previous day, slink into her sneaker.
Her foot settled onto your body, squeezing the very life out of you. The sole of her right foot pressed down onto your chest, and her toes wiggled excitedly, dancing across your face and repeatedly slamming into your eyes. Sure enough, her heel also dug painfully into your crotch, and as soon as Maddie took a single step, your body cried out in aching pain, but there was nothing you could do.
Far above you, Maddie’s muffled voice spoke. “You didn’t have to get up so early for this, sis.”
A bubbly voice giggled, indicating it was Sophie. “What? And miss your little basketball thingy? No way! I totally support you, Maddie!”
“Thanks, Soph.” Maddie replied, giving her energetic sister a hug. A third voice spoke up, sing-song voice hiding a hint of playfulness.
“You should see your sister on the court, Sophie.” The third person, Aria, laughed. “She tears it up out there, especially with her…little good luck charm.”
Maddie blushed and looked down at her right foot. Truthfully, she’d almost completely forgotten about you, her mind fully focused on the upcoming competition. She was now acutely aware of your presence under her foot. Sophie, though, was totally unaware. Maddie hadn’t told anyone in her family what she’d done with you, for fear of embarrassment from Sophie, disappointment from Kimberly, and anger from Cassie.
Strolling away from the house, the park where the competition was being held was only a few blocks away. The breeze was chill and the air crisp, beams of sunlight streaking through the thick clouds of early morning. Sophie skipped along happily, Maddie walked methodically, trying not to put much pressure on her right foot, and Aria trailed behind, admiring her best friend’s short shorts clad posterior, and also peering intently at Maddie’s right foot.
Upon reaching the park, Maddie found about twenty other people were there for the competition, and thirty others aside from them were there to watch. Signing up at the registration table, Maddie noted that she was being slotted into the last placement, meaning she’d be the final contestant up onto the court. It put all the pressure on her to win, but it also meant she’d know exactly how much she had to score to take home the trophy.
The competition began, and the first participant walked onto the court. Aria and Sophie took a front row seat, but Maddie was too wired up to sit, and stood the whole time. Of course, this meant you had to suffer beneath her full weight for over two hours as every other competitor in the free throw competition took their turn. The temperature in your sneaker prison steadily rose, and Maddie’s foot began to dump buckets of sweat onto you, while her toes mercilessly tapped against your face.
Finally, it was Maddie’s turn. An intimidating blonde girl had scored 49 points a few rounds back, just one shot shy from a perfect showing. Maddie wiped sweat from her forehead and gulped, knowing she’d need a flawless attempt to reach 50 points and take home the win. Stepping out onto the court, she looked back briefly at Aria and Sophie. Aria blew her a kiss and Sophie waved her arms excitedly and cheered.
Smiling in spite of her stress, Maddie took her first position and grabbed the basketball. Steadying her nerves, she bent at the knee, pushed up off of the concrete, released the ball…and sunk it right into the net. Sophie cried out happily from the front row, and you cried out miserably as Maddie landed after her toss, right foot slamming onto hard pavement and crushing you even flatter than you already were.
Thus began the next ten minutes of your life. Maddie, a vision of beauty and athletic superiority, absolutely blew the competition out of the water, sinking ball after ball into the net with ease. Each throw was perfect, her precision flawless, and her form enviable. Maddie began to laugh, Aria and Sophie were cheering wildly, and even the tough-looking blonde nodded appreciatively as Maddie drew closer and closer to surpassing her score.
The only one suffering was you, and you had hardly endured torment like this in your entire life. Maddie’s foot, drenched in a waterfall of sweat, had formed a swamp of horror inside of her sneaker. Your body was coated in layers of sweat and caked in dirt, not to mention covered in fuzz and partially stained grey from her dirty socks. The sweat was sticking you to her shoe, and the intoxicatingly horrid smell overwhelmed your senses.
With one last hurrah, Maddie nailed the final shot and scored 50 points. She let out a triumphant cry, and everyone in the stands, including the blonde girl, cheered with her. Racing onto the court, Aria and Sophie embraced Maddie, who was laughing and pumping her fist. The competition runner handed her a massive, glimmering trophy, and she posed for a snapshot that would be in the next day’s local paper.
When the excitement of the crowd died down, Maddie led the way back to the Smalls house, clutching her trophy and grinning from ear-to-ear. Riding the high of her triumph, Maddie gushed about how exhilarated she felt, and her vindication at proving she was capable of winning. Sophie basked in her sister’s radiant energy, and Aria relished a tight victory hug. Upon reaching the house, Maddie kicked off her sneakers unceremoniously by the door, and the three girls headed inside.
Inside Maddie’s right sneaker, you struggled to reform as soon as Maddie removed her foot, only to find yourself entirely unable to so much as twitch. Her foot had totally demolished you over the past couple of hours. Coated in sweat and filth, you couldn’t even blink. Little did you know, but Maddie’s foot had also partially smeared and mangled your body, blurring some of your recognizable human features. You didn’t even know if you could get free without someone’s help.
Fifteen minutes later, someone finally approached and lifted the shoe, thrusting you into the air. Unable to see from your blurry vantage in the toe section, you strained to hear who had picked you up, and prayed that they’d free you from this nightmarish experience.
Who is it, and what do they say?
Her foot settled onto your body, squeezing the very life out of you. The sole of her right foot pressed down onto your chest, and her toes wiggled excitedly, dancing across your face and repeatedly slamming into your eyes. Sure enough, her heel also dug painfully into your crotch, and as soon as Maddie took a single step, your body cried out in aching pain, but there was nothing you could do.
Far above you, Maddie’s muffled voice spoke. “You didn’t have to get up so early for this, sis.”
A bubbly voice giggled, indicating it was Sophie. “What? And miss your little basketball thingy? No way! I totally support you, Maddie!”
“Thanks, Soph.” Maddie replied, giving her energetic sister a hug. A third voice spoke up, sing-song voice hiding a hint of playfulness.
“You should see your sister on the court, Sophie.” The third person, Aria, laughed. “She tears it up out there, especially with her…little good luck charm.”
Maddie blushed and looked down at her right foot. Truthfully, she’d almost completely forgotten about you, her mind fully focused on the upcoming competition. She was now acutely aware of your presence under her foot. Sophie, though, was totally unaware. Maddie hadn’t told anyone in her family what she’d done with you, for fear of embarrassment from Sophie, disappointment from Kimberly, and anger from Cassie.
Strolling away from the house, the park where the competition was being held was only a few blocks away. The breeze was chill and the air crisp, beams of sunlight streaking through the thick clouds of early morning. Sophie skipped along happily, Maddie walked methodically, trying not to put much pressure on her right foot, and Aria trailed behind, admiring her best friend’s short shorts clad posterior, and also peering intently at Maddie’s right foot.
Upon reaching the park, Maddie found about twenty other people were there for the competition, and thirty others aside from them were there to watch. Signing up at the registration table, Maddie noted that she was being slotted into the last placement, meaning she’d be the final contestant up onto the court. It put all the pressure on her to win, but it also meant she’d know exactly how much she had to score to take home the trophy.
The competition began, and the first participant walked onto the court. Aria and Sophie took a front row seat, but Maddie was too wired up to sit, and stood the whole time. Of course, this meant you had to suffer beneath her full weight for over two hours as every other competitor in the free throw competition took their turn. The temperature in your sneaker prison steadily rose, and Maddie’s foot began to dump buckets of sweat onto you, while her toes mercilessly tapped against your face.
Finally, it was Maddie’s turn. An intimidating blonde girl had scored 49 points a few rounds back, just one shot shy from a perfect showing. Maddie wiped sweat from her forehead and gulped, knowing she’d need a flawless attempt to reach 50 points and take home the win. Stepping out onto the court, she looked back briefly at Aria and Sophie. Aria blew her a kiss and Sophie waved her arms excitedly and cheered.
Smiling in spite of her stress, Maddie took her first position and grabbed the basketball. Steadying her nerves, she bent at the knee, pushed up off of the concrete, released the ball…and sunk it right into the net. Sophie cried out happily from the front row, and you cried out miserably as Maddie landed after her toss, right foot slamming onto hard pavement and crushing you even flatter than you already were.
Thus began the next ten minutes of your life. Maddie, a vision of beauty and athletic superiority, absolutely blew the competition out of the water, sinking ball after ball into the net with ease. Each throw was perfect, her precision flawless, and her form enviable. Maddie began to laugh, Aria and Sophie were cheering wildly, and even the tough-looking blonde nodded appreciatively as Maddie drew closer and closer to surpassing her score.
The only one suffering was you, and you had hardly endured torment like this in your entire life. Maddie’s foot, drenched in a waterfall of sweat, had formed a swamp of horror inside of her sneaker. Your body was coated in layers of sweat and caked in dirt, not to mention covered in fuzz and partially stained grey from her dirty socks. The sweat was sticking you to her shoe, and the intoxicatingly horrid smell overwhelmed your senses.
With one last hurrah, Maddie nailed the final shot and scored 50 points. She let out a triumphant cry, and everyone in the stands, including the blonde girl, cheered with her. Racing onto the court, Aria and Sophie embraced Maddie, who was laughing and pumping her fist. The competition runner handed her a massive, glimmering trophy, and she posed for a snapshot that would be in the next day’s local paper.
When the excitement of the crowd died down, Maddie led the way back to the Smalls house, clutching her trophy and grinning from ear-to-ear. Riding the high of her triumph, Maddie gushed about how exhilarated she felt, and her vindication at proving she was capable of winning. Sophie basked in her sister’s radiant energy, and Aria relished a tight victory hug. Upon reaching the house, Maddie kicked off her sneakers unceremoniously by the door, and the three girls headed inside.
Inside Maddie’s right sneaker, you struggled to reform as soon as Maddie removed her foot, only to find yourself entirely unable to so much as twitch. Her foot had totally demolished you over the past couple of hours. Coated in sweat and filth, you couldn’t even blink. Little did you know, but Maddie’s foot had also partially smeared and mangled your body, blurring some of your recognizable human features. You didn’t even know if you could get free without someone’s help.
Fifteen minutes later, someone finally approached and lifted the shoe, thrusting you into the air. Unable to see from your blurry vantage in the toe section, you strained to hear who had picked you up, and prayed that they’d free you from this nightmarish experience.
Who is it, and what do they say?
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March 28, 2025
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