Delayed Salvation
My Shrunken Life (Re-Upload)
chapter 11
by
Bobob1
Unfortunately for you there would be no relief for you that night, nor any time soon for that matter. As much as she wanted to find you right away, Kim was eventually persuaded by your family to call it a night. Even her shower had been unable to dislodge you from your toe prison, your squished body trapped in the deep parts of the crevices that the water just could not reach. To make matters worse your housemate apparently preferred to sleep with socks on, specifically tabi socks from her home, which ensured you had no chance to escape as you were pressed deep between the toes and played with all night long as Kim’s unconscious mind treated you like a tiny foot toy.
By the time the next day dawned the only sleep you had gotten were those short moments in which you had passed out between long sessions of being scrunched between the tireless toes. Any and all attempts by your body to reform had been quickly undone by the shifting digits, as the distinction between your near-liquefied form and the existing grime and sweat between the toes became blurred. All of your senses were now utterly dominated by this girl, to the extent that the outside world might as well no longer exist, and you were starting to wonder if you’d ever escape. Oblivious to your plight, Kim simply switched to everyday socks and stomped her sneakers back on before heading back to school, intent on scouring the whole campus for her would-be boyfriend.
The transfer student spent every spare moment that day searching furiously for you, near-constantly on her feet as she checked every corner of the school without success. You meanwhile continued to suffer more with each footstep, the toes that had become your entire world clenching down on you with every step and ensuring that you had no chance of ever escaping on your own. Nervous sweat continued to flow around your sodden body, as you became more and more obscured by a fresh wave of grime and sock lint picked up and packed in around you by the ever-fidgeting toes.
When she had no luck that day, Kim merely redoubled her efforts the next, beginning an endless cycle of torment for you as the hours and days started to melt together. A couple of days after you’d become stuck, the Asian girl had actually taken the time to clean between her toes, and the small part of you that was lucid enough to pay attention was mortified to find that you’d became so caked on that even the moist cloth running across your body did nothing to release you. If anything the brief cleaning made things even worse, washing away some of the stagnant gunk that had surrounded you and allowing a new layer of more intense smelling detritus to take its place.
For Kim it felt like she was the only one searching for you. Like she was the only one who still cared. In truth that was not the case at all and Victoria and Claire were diligently searching for you as well, as was Lisa once she had realised you were missing, yet your housemate’s stubborn focus on her search had prevented her from noticing this, and she was becoming more convinced by the day that she was the only one deserving of your attention. Well, except for Julia that is.
If you were capable of perceiving the outside world anymore, you would have been horrified to know that in the course of her search Kim had now met and been ‘befriended’ by Julia. With no pre-existing knowledge of the redhead’s connection to you, the seventeen year old had been easily convinced by a casual lie from your worst enemy claiming to be one of your closest friends. After all, as far as Kim was concerned this was the only other girl who seemed to be at all concerned about your whereabouts, and she had readily agreed that that Victoria girl was bad news.
For her part Julia wasn’t sure if you’d ever managed to escape this new girl’s shoes, and the thought that you were still underfoot after several days thrilled her immensely. Even if you had escaped, the fact that at least four girls were actively looking for you must have meant you were either trapped somewhere or had been taken by someone else with less than pleasant motives. Whichever the case she was happy, but that didn’t mean she wasn’t going to take precautions in case of your return.
When Kim shyly confessed her growing feeling for you to her new friend, Julia was nothing but supportive, encouraging the oblivious brunette to take firm action the next time she saw you. Even if her advice made the other girl’s toes curl in embarrassment, she just had to let her know about all of your ‘secret fantasies’ and ‘true desires’ that you’d shared with her over the years. She told Kim about how a part of her had always wanted to help you make your dreams come true but that the two of you were too much like siblings to do it together. But if you were to have a girlfriend… well then, you’d finally have the chance to live out all those twisted little fantasies of yours.
If you could hear any of this, if you could do anything other than slowly melt into the flesh of Kim’s foot, you would have told her that you certainly did not want to get ‘crushed like a grape beneath the feet of a goddess’, ‘rolled like a piece of dough beneath a firm butt’ or ‘chewed on and discarded like a piece of gum’. You’d already experienced all of those things and more so many times you’d lost count, and you had no intention of ever experiencing any of them again if you could avoid it. But unfortunately for you, Kim bought those lines hook line and sinker, her toes twitching around you with nervous energy as she pictured herself being the one to fulfil your deepest fantasies.
Days turned into weeks as the search continued, until one day over three weeks after you’d initially gone missing, Kim found herself lying on Claire’s bed, chatting casually to the younger girl as your sister sorted through her available bottles of nail polish. The thirteen year old had offered to paint her housemate’s nails, in part because it was an opportunity to have a fun bounding experience, but mostly because she wanted to take the Japanese girl’s mind off of your disappearance, well aware of how much she was missing you. Claire did think it was strange for you to have made such an impact on the older girl in such a short period of time, but figured that was a problem for another day.
Once a colour was chosen and agreed, the two girls continued to chat as your sister pulled your prison into her lap and encouraged Kim to spread her toes as widely as possible so she could stuff some cotton balls in between, both of them frowning slightly as the action met with an uncommon amount of resistance from the build-up of gunk between the toes. Claire in particular raised an eyebrow in confusion as she looked at the accumulated gunk. “Do you ever clean these things?”
Kim blushed, instinctively pulling her foot back towards her and glaring at the offending detritus. “I… yes of course. It’s just… hard to get it all out some times.” She was aware that her sweat-prone feet were susceptible to such build-up, but she hadn’t realised that it had become this bad. Moving both hands to the offending foot, she began scratching at your trapped body, frowning more as her fingers simply slid off your horrendously tortured form, unable to get a grip.
At this point you had been reduced to a semi-catatonic state, still able to feel pain and various other unpleasant sensations, but with very little understanding of passing time or the world outside. You were aware of the probing fingers that scratched at your form but didn’t truly start to return to consciousness until they were replaced with a coarse brush, the friction burning your skin as Kim scrubbed furiously at what she saw as just some irritatingly persistent gunk. The burning sensation served to revive your shattered consciousness, and while the pain was incredibly intense you were beyond thankful as you felt your squashed flesh finally beginning to separate from the foot.
After several moments of furious scrubbing Kim was eventually able to get her finger nails under the offending bit of gunk and rip the whole thing off with only a small spike of pain, for her at least. She was somewhat confused as to why it all came off as one mass, but do they pause to investigate?
By the time the next day dawned the only sleep you had gotten were those short moments in which you had passed out between long sessions of being scrunched between the tireless toes. Any and all attempts by your body to reform had been quickly undone by the shifting digits, as the distinction between your near-liquefied form and the existing grime and sweat between the toes became blurred. All of your senses were now utterly dominated by this girl, to the extent that the outside world might as well no longer exist, and you were starting to wonder if you’d ever escape. Oblivious to your plight, Kim simply switched to everyday socks and stomped her sneakers back on before heading back to school, intent on scouring the whole campus for her would-be boyfriend.
The transfer student spent every spare moment that day searching furiously for you, near-constantly on her feet as she checked every corner of the school without success. You meanwhile continued to suffer more with each footstep, the toes that had become your entire world clenching down on you with every step and ensuring that you had no chance of ever escaping on your own. Nervous sweat continued to flow around your sodden body, as you became more and more obscured by a fresh wave of grime and sock lint picked up and packed in around you by the ever-fidgeting toes.
When she had no luck that day, Kim merely redoubled her efforts the next, beginning an endless cycle of torment for you as the hours and days started to melt together. A couple of days after you’d become stuck, the Asian girl had actually taken the time to clean between her toes, and the small part of you that was lucid enough to pay attention was mortified to find that you’d became so caked on that even the moist cloth running across your body did nothing to release you. If anything the brief cleaning made things even worse, washing away some of the stagnant gunk that had surrounded you and allowing a new layer of more intense smelling detritus to take its place.
For Kim it felt like she was the only one searching for you. Like she was the only one who still cared. In truth that was not the case at all and Victoria and Claire were diligently searching for you as well, as was Lisa once she had realised you were missing, yet your housemate’s stubborn focus on her search had prevented her from noticing this, and she was becoming more convinced by the day that she was the only one deserving of your attention. Well, except for Julia that is.
If you were capable of perceiving the outside world anymore, you would have been horrified to know that in the course of her search Kim had now met and been ‘befriended’ by Julia. With no pre-existing knowledge of the redhead’s connection to you, the seventeen year old had been easily convinced by a casual lie from your worst enemy claiming to be one of your closest friends. After all, as far as Kim was concerned this was the only other girl who seemed to be at all concerned about your whereabouts, and she had readily agreed that that Victoria girl was bad news.
For her part Julia wasn’t sure if you’d ever managed to escape this new girl’s shoes, and the thought that you were still underfoot after several days thrilled her immensely. Even if you had escaped, the fact that at least four girls were actively looking for you must have meant you were either trapped somewhere or had been taken by someone else with less than pleasant motives. Whichever the case she was happy, but that didn’t mean she wasn’t going to take precautions in case of your return.
When Kim shyly confessed her growing feeling for you to her new friend, Julia was nothing but supportive, encouraging the oblivious brunette to take firm action the next time she saw you. Even if her advice made the other girl’s toes curl in embarrassment, she just had to let her know about all of your ‘secret fantasies’ and ‘true desires’ that you’d shared with her over the years. She told Kim about how a part of her had always wanted to help you make your dreams come true but that the two of you were too much like siblings to do it together. But if you were to have a girlfriend… well then, you’d finally have the chance to live out all those twisted little fantasies of yours.
If you could hear any of this, if you could do anything other than slowly melt into the flesh of Kim’s foot, you would have told her that you certainly did not want to get ‘crushed like a grape beneath the feet of a goddess’, ‘rolled like a piece of dough beneath a firm butt’ or ‘chewed on and discarded like a piece of gum’. You’d already experienced all of those things and more so many times you’d lost count, and you had no intention of ever experiencing any of them again if you could avoid it. But unfortunately for you, Kim bought those lines hook line and sinker, her toes twitching around you with nervous energy as she pictured herself being the one to fulfil your deepest fantasies.
Days turned into weeks as the search continued, until one day over three weeks after you’d initially gone missing, Kim found herself lying on Claire’s bed, chatting casually to the younger girl as your sister sorted through her available bottles of nail polish. The thirteen year old had offered to paint her housemate’s nails, in part because it was an opportunity to have a fun bounding experience, but mostly because she wanted to take the Japanese girl’s mind off of your disappearance, well aware of how much she was missing you. Claire did think it was strange for you to have made such an impact on the older girl in such a short period of time, but figured that was a problem for another day.
Once a colour was chosen and agreed, the two girls continued to chat as your sister pulled your prison into her lap and encouraged Kim to spread her toes as widely as possible so she could stuff some cotton balls in between, both of them frowning slightly as the action met with an uncommon amount of resistance from the build-up of gunk between the toes. Claire in particular raised an eyebrow in confusion as she looked at the accumulated gunk. “Do you ever clean these things?”
Kim blushed, instinctively pulling her foot back towards her and glaring at the offending detritus. “I… yes of course. It’s just… hard to get it all out some times.” She was aware that her sweat-prone feet were susceptible to such build-up, but she hadn’t realised that it had become this bad. Moving both hands to the offending foot, she began scratching at your trapped body, frowning more as her fingers simply slid off your horrendously tortured form, unable to get a grip.
At this point you had been reduced to a semi-catatonic state, still able to feel pain and various other unpleasant sensations, but with very little understanding of passing time or the world outside. You were aware of the probing fingers that scratched at your form but didn’t truly start to return to consciousness until they were replaced with a coarse brush, the friction burning your skin as Kim scrubbed furiously at what she saw as just some irritatingly persistent gunk. The burning sensation served to revive your shattered consciousness, and while the pain was incredibly intense you were beyond thankful as you felt your squashed flesh finally beginning to separate from the foot.
After several moments of furious scrubbing Kim was eventually able to get her finger nails under the offending bit of gunk and rip the whole thing off with only a small spike of pain, for her at least. She was somewhat confused as to why it all came off as one mass, but do they pause to investigate?
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April 23, 2025
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