Toe Prisoner
My Shrunken Life (Re-Upload)
chapter 10
by
Bobob1
Unfortunately for you, your already squished body could offer no resistance to the relentless advance of Kim’s toes, the powerful digits peeling you inexorably from the soiled socks and greedily chewing you up. Far too distracted by her concern for you to pay any attention to a bit of toe grime, your oblivious housemate continued to clench and unclench her toes around your crushed body, squeezing your nearly liquefied form into the crevices between and beneath each toe.
While you suffered, Kim continued to worry about what fate may have befallen you at school. Claire had not been able to offer any further insight and she hadn’t seen that other girl, Vicky or whatever her name was, all day. She was wondering if that girl may have stolen you for herself, after all she had been saying something about you being hers before they had sent you flying. The Asian girl hoped she was wrong about that though. She didn’t really want to think about the possibility that right now you were suffering at the hands of some evil girl just out for her own pleasure. The thought alone made her toes curl, scrunching up painfully within her tight footwear.
As far as Kim was concerned the two of you had really hit it off. Sure your first meeting had been less than ideal but the two of you had made up and you’d even willingly spent last night in her cleavage, getting closer to her than any boy in Japan had ever managed. When she’d seen you there in the morning she’d been tempted to just leave you with her boobs all day, figuring the both of you would enjoy the experience immensely. But she hadn’t wanted you to get in trouble for skipping school so she’d set those thoughts aside for later. Now she wished more than anything that she could go back in time and push you deep into her cleavage, so that right now you would still be safe with her. In her mind the two of you were practically dating already, and she had been really looking forward to the experience of having such a tiny boyfriend, or any boyfriend at all for that matter. Now, more than anything, she was worried she may never find you again, unaware of how close you truly were.
Entering the front door of your house together with Claire, the Japanese girl quickly shed her shoes and socks in the entranceway, shuddering slightly as she had to literally peel the sodden socks from her moist feet. The smell was immediate and intense and she shuffled her feet into the carpet in embarrassment, but habits are hard to break and she wasn’t use to wearing such things aside. On the up side Claire didn’t seem concerned with the smell and simply headed further inside, with Kim following closely on her heels while leaving slightly damp footprints in her wake.
Unfortunately for you, even if the girls had had any interest in looking at their own soles right now they would never have spotted you. Kim’s toes had now completely dragged you out of sight, hiding you deep within their sweaty smelly embrace as they continued to obliviously play with your squishy form. If anything, being removed from the shoe’s constrictions had only made things worse, as their newfound freedom propelled the merciless toes into ever more furious action, as they kneaded you like a wet bit of clay that existed only to satisfy their insatiable lust.
While you suffered, Kim spoke with your mother and Sarah, relaying her experiences at the school and her concerns as to your current whereabouts. “I’m sorry, I saw him stuck to that girl’s butt and I just wanted to get him back but then I lost him again. Claire had already told me that this stuff happens to him all the time so I figured it was no big deal but now I can’t find him at all!” By now she was practically in tears, convinced that her would-be boyfriend was lost to her forever. She was also worried that she’d be scolded for her carelessness, and her nervousness saw her rubbing her toes ever deeper into the carpeted floor as they continued to clench around your tortured form.
Seeing the obvious distress on the homestay student’s face, Mary was quick to envelop the girl in a hasty hug, rubbing her back soothingly as the girl cried into her shoulder. “Don’t cry Kim, there’s no need to worry yourself so much about this. Stuff like that happens to Ben all the time, so I’m sure he’ll make it back here no problem. You’ll see.” In truth your mother was also concerned for you, since while you had always come back in the past, it often took days, if not weeks for that to happen, and even when you returned you were usually a lot worse for wear. The last time you’d gone missing at school you’d ended up padding out the bra of the basketball team’s star player for a whole month before finally coming free in the wash and managing to hitch a ride home on Claire’s butt.
Even Sarah was a bit concerned at this point, her usual apathy towards you put aside for a moment as she rummaged in her pocket for her phone. “He may be hanging out with one of his friends or something. I’ll make some calls and let you know.” Finding some numbers she’d stored in case of emergencies, she tapped the first one and left the room, leaving the other two to take care of Kim.
Though she was also worried about you Claire shrugged and tried to play it off. “Mom’s right. Ben gets in a lot of trouble but he’s always managed to get out of it so far. There’s no reason to suspect this time will be any different.” She smiled at Kim as the girl extricated herself from your mother’s hold. “Let’s just leave it for now and we can look for him at school tomorrow okay?”
Kim didn’t like the idea of forgetting you like that, unable to shake the feeling that wherever you were you were suffering. But at the same time she didn’t want to get into an argument with your family over it, feeling that they would know better than her. She could feel the nervous sweat pooling between her toes and deliberately twisted them to relieve some of her tension, oblivious to the way her every action was relentlessly crushing you deeper into the folds and driving you further and further from any hope of salvation. If things kept up like this there was a risk she might never find you, and you’d spend the rest of your life as an insignificant part of her foot.
As Kim mulled over her next course of action, you could do nothing but hope and pray that she wouldn’t give up on you so easily, and that someone would think to check her feet.
While you suffered, Kim continued to worry about what fate may have befallen you at school. Claire had not been able to offer any further insight and she hadn’t seen that other girl, Vicky or whatever her name was, all day. She was wondering if that girl may have stolen you for herself, after all she had been saying something about you being hers before they had sent you flying. The Asian girl hoped she was wrong about that though. She didn’t really want to think about the possibility that right now you were suffering at the hands of some evil girl just out for her own pleasure. The thought alone made her toes curl, scrunching up painfully within her tight footwear.
As far as Kim was concerned the two of you had really hit it off. Sure your first meeting had been less than ideal but the two of you had made up and you’d even willingly spent last night in her cleavage, getting closer to her than any boy in Japan had ever managed. When she’d seen you there in the morning she’d been tempted to just leave you with her boobs all day, figuring the both of you would enjoy the experience immensely. But she hadn’t wanted you to get in trouble for skipping school so she’d set those thoughts aside for later. Now she wished more than anything that she could go back in time and push you deep into her cleavage, so that right now you would still be safe with her. In her mind the two of you were practically dating already, and she had been really looking forward to the experience of having such a tiny boyfriend, or any boyfriend at all for that matter. Now, more than anything, she was worried she may never find you again, unaware of how close you truly were.
Entering the front door of your house together with Claire, the Japanese girl quickly shed her shoes and socks in the entranceway, shuddering slightly as she had to literally peel the sodden socks from her moist feet. The smell was immediate and intense and she shuffled her feet into the carpet in embarrassment, but habits are hard to break and she wasn’t use to wearing such things aside. On the up side Claire didn’t seem concerned with the smell and simply headed further inside, with Kim following closely on her heels while leaving slightly damp footprints in her wake.
Unfortunately for you, even if the girls had had any interest in looking at their own soles right now they would never have spotted you. Kim’s toes had now completely dragged you out of sight, hiding you deep within their sweaty smelly embrace as they continued to obliviously play with your squishy form. If anything, being removed from the shoe’s constrictions had only made things worse, as their newfound freedom propelled the merciless toes into ever more furious action, as they kneaded you like a wet bit of clay that existed only to satisfy their insatiable lust.
While you suffered, Kim spoke with your mother and Sarah, relaying her experiences at the school and her concerns as to your current whereabouts. “I’m sorry, I saw him stuck to that girl’s butt and I just wanted to get him back but then I lost him again. Claire had already told me that this stuff happens to him all the time so I figured it was no big deal but now I can’t find him at all!” By now she was practically in tears, convinced that her would-be boyfriend was lost to her forever. She was also worried that she’d be scolded for her carelessness, and her nervousness saw her rubbing her toes ever deeper into the carpeted floor as they continued to clench around your tortured form.
Seeing the obvious distress on the homestay student’s face, Mary was quick to envelop the girl in a hasty hug, rubbing her back soothingly as the girl cried into her shoulder. “Don’t cry Kim, there’s no need to worry yourself so much about this. Stuff like that happens to Ben all the time, so I’m sure he’ll make it back here no problem. You’ll see.” In truth your mother was also concerned for you, since while you had always come back in the past, it often took days, if not weeks for that to happen, and even when you returned you were usually a lot worse for wear. The last time you’d gone missing at school you’d ended up padding out the bra of the basketball team’s star player for a whole month before finally coming free in the wash and managing to hitch a ride home on Claire’s butt.
Even Sarah was a bit concerned at this point, her usual apathy towards you put aside for a moment as she rummaged in her pocket for her phone. “He may be hanging out with one of his friends or something. I’ll make some calls and let you know.” Finding some numbers she’d stored in case of emergencies, she tapped the first one and left the room, leaving the other two to take care of Kim.
Though she was also worried about you Claire shrugged and tried to play it off. “Mom’s right. Ben gets in a lot of trouble but he’s always managed to get out of it so far. There’s no reason to suspect this time will be any different.” She smiled at Kim as the girl extricated herself from your mother’s hold. “Let’s just leave it for now and we can look for him at school tomorrow okay?”
Kim didn’t like the idea of forgetting you like that, unable to shake the feeling that wherever you were you were suffering. But at the same time she didn’t want to get into an argument with your family over it, feeling that they would know better than her. She could feel the nervous sweat pooling between her toes and deliberately twisted them to relieve some of her tension, oblivious to the way her every action was relentlessly crushing you deeper into the folds and driving you further and further from any hope of salvation. If things kept up like this there was a risk she might never find you, and you’d spend the rest of your life as an insignificant part of her foot.
As Kim mulled over her next course of action, you could do nothing but hope and pray that she wouldn’t give up on you so easily, and that someone would think to check her feet.
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April 23, 2025
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