A Year Beneath Kim’s Toes
My Shrunken Life (Re-Upload)
chapter 11
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azazel8
In the past you’d been stuck to women or objects for extended periods, like padding out a senior student’s bra for a month, or spending weeks stuck to your teacher’s breast, but your time beneath Kim’s toes put all of those instances to shame. At first, you’d tried to hold onto a modicum of hope, thinking surely that today would be the day that Kim would take the time to really clean out all the gunk beneath her toes, or that you’d wash free in the shower, or that someone would notice that odd discoloration that was your tortured body. However, endless days of being relentlessly pounded underfoot and just as many nights spent being squeezed beneath your unaware captor’s playful toes soon put an end to such fantasies. By the time three months had passed you had already given up on escape, forcing yourself to endure as you focused all of your willpower just to hold onto your sanity.
Your feeble attempts to keep track of the world beyond your prison were similarly pointless. Limited to just a few snippets of conversation here and there when Kim was bare foot and didn’t have her feet firmly planted on the ground, you quickly found that what information you could gather would do nothing to assist you, and swiftly gave up. Had you known, it would have given you some small measure of relief to know that your family were still trying to search for you and were increasingly concerned over your whereabouts. More and more locations were being checked, with those who had often squished you in the past, such as your Aunt Betty, thoroughly searched to no avail. Even the school put out a formal notice. Unfortunately, neither your mother nor your sisters ever thought to check beneath their new housemate’s toes, the possibility of it not even crossing their minds.
For Kim, she had found herself quickly falling in with Julia, convinced by lies and half-truths that the redhead was your best friend and just as concerned about you as she was. It helped that her new friend confirmed her suspicions about those crazy girls who were always after you, admitting sadly that her own younger Lisa was one of them, though that Victoria and her older sister Amanda were by far the greater threat. Tails were spun of your past experiences being taken by the duo, and of how Julia herself had been your saviour. Many of those stories were actually true, only with the roles thoroughly reversed. To your captor this was all in accordance with her own observations, her rivalry with your girlfriend ensuring that she never once tried to listen to what the younger girl had to say, convinced that all of the blonde’s claims were lies. More than once the two almost came to blows over accusations of kidnapping and screamed demands to know what had happened to their love.
When she wasn’t busy fighting with Victoria, Kim promised herself that if, no, when she found you, she was going to make all of your dreams come true and be the best girlfriend that you could ever ask for. After all, seeing her distress and wanting to help, Julia had shared your deepest desires with her, letting her know all the little kinky twisted things you wanted done to you. Though, of course, only with someone you trusted. Not with some bitch who only cared about her own pleasure. Kim’s obsession with you only made things worse for yourself, as every moment spent looking for you was another moment being pounded beneath her toes. Every stray thought of you during classes lead to toes clenching tightly around your twisted body. Every time the thought of never seeing you again became too much to bear, you’d find yourself shoved into well-worn sneakers and taken for a truly punishing run as the Asian girl did her best to sweat out her worries, finding solace in exhaustion.
Worse, all of that running did wonders for Kim’s times in gym class, and soon enough she was head-hunted by the girl’s track team, seeing you pounded even more as she threw herself into training. Running had always been an enjoyable pass-time for your would-be-girlfriend, but now it became her secondary obsession. Something she could focus on when her distress over your disappearance became overwhelming. At track meet after track meet you were pounded into mush, your presence seeming to give the oblivious runner the extra boost she needed to come out on top every time.
Your seventeenth birthday passed without your notice, and you spent Kim’s eighteenth beneath her dancing feet as she and Julia danced the night away at a local nightclub. Your last day at school was spent being nervously sweated on during an hours-long graduation ceremony. Your last day at home was spent being trampled back and forth as bags were packed and hugs exchanged. By the time you found your prison being stuffed into that all too familiar pair of sneakers for a twelve-hour flight to Kyoto, you weren’t even aware that you were being carried away from your family and friends. All you could do was bathe helplessly in the stench and the heat of your unwitting tormentor’s sweaty toes as they relentlessly clenched and unclenched around you to squeeze every last drop of sweat and grime into your maddeningly absorbent body, having now thoroughly claimed you as their own.
High above, Kim couldn’t help but feel melancholic as she watched your hometown disappear over the horizon. It was true that she’d had many great experiences over the last year, making friends and winning numerous track meets, but all of it was twinged with a deep regret over never having found her little love. Though she’d known you for less than a day in total, she felt that the two of you had truly connected on both an emotional and spiritual level. After all, even after your less than stellar introduction, you’d willingly spent a night between her breasts. If only you hadn’t been stolen away by the love-crazed Victoria, Kim was sure the two of you could have had a wonderful life together, and it broke her heart to think of you stuck with that bitch and her equally dangerous older sister. Silently, she swore that one day she’d return, and that she’d do everything she could to save you.
When the flight finally ended, you found yourself pounded once more by heavy footsteps as your saddened captor made her way through the airport, only to be crushed with renewed rigor once she spotted her big sister Yakima waving happily at her. Their reunion was a typically enthusiastic affair between long-separated family members, and Kim couldn’t help but giggle at the familiar experience of having her face buried in her much bustier sibling’s cleavage. The trip home was quick from there, and the Asian girl was pleased, if not surprised, to be met there by not only her mother and younger sister, but her eldest sister as well, visiting together with Yakima to welcome home the traveller.
With sneakers abandoned at the door and toes spread timidly, you were given a small chance to listen in, confused when you couldn’t understand a single word, before putting it down to having spent so long beneath Kim’s feet that words had lost all meaning. Had you had the ability to look out you would have seen the family’s mother, Mitsu, buzzing around to make sure her newly returned daughter was comfortable, while her eldest, Nana, looked on with an amused smirk. The matriarch physically resembled a more mature Kim, though with slightly larger curves thanks to a bit of excess weight around her frame. By contrast, Nana more closely resembled Yakima, with long black hair and impressive curves held within a tight blouse and skirt, though on a slightly less excessive scale than her little sister. The youngest, Sachi, at just sixteen, had a more athletic build and the smallest curves in the family, launching herself bodily into Kim’s arms as the two sisters laughed joyously, their combined weight bearing down on you as the toes above were driven deep into the carpet.
You spent the next two weeks being trampled in this new environment, increasingly trapped within tabi socks and now often accompanied by Sachi’s energetic voice as she followed her sister around. Sometimes you’d hear Mitsu as well, and more rarely Nana and Yakima at family dinners. Gradually, you realised that no-one was speaking English anymore, and came to the crushing revelation that you had been trapped for so long that Kim had taken you home. For the first time in months your mind balked as you struggled to come to terms with this new reality. Being trapped beneath Kim’s toes had already been a living nightmare, but now you were in a foreign country, separated from everyone you had every known and loved by distance, time, culture and language barriers alike.
If there was one silver lining it was that your first chance of escape in over a year came a month after your arrival in Japan, as Sachi launched a surprise tickle attack on Kim as the older girl was laying in bed. The resulting struggle saw your sock-covered prison shoved into the younger girl’s face to try to knock her off, and the resulting stench saw the youngest sister flee from the room in mock horror. Though she was aware that her sibling was mostly joking, your host couldn’t help but take a sniff of her own foot, frowning a little at the scent of months of sweat and grime. She’d never given them a truly thorough cleaning after all of those track meets, though in her defence she’d been busy looking for her lost love whenever she wasn’t running. Still, it seemed a proper cleaning was now in order.
With her decision made, Kim stood with renewed resolution, grinding you once more beneath her toes as she headed for the door, carrying you towards what might be your once chance of salvation.
Your feeble attempts to keep track of the world beyond your prison were similarly pointless. Limited to just a few snippets of conversation here and there when Kim was bare foot and didn’t have her feet firmly planted on the ground, you quickly found that what information you could gather would do nothing to assist you, and swiftly gave up. Had you known, it would have given you some small measure of relief to know that your family were still trying to search for you and were increasingly concerned over your whereabouts. More and more locations were being checked, with those who had often squished you in the past, such as your Aunt Betty, thoroughly searched to no avail. Even the school put out a formal notice. Unfortunately, neither your mother nor your sisters ever thought to check beneath their new housemate’s toes, the possibility of it not even crossing their minds.
For Kim, she had found herself quickly falling in with Julia, convinced by lies and half-truths that the redhead was your best friend and just as concerned about you as she was. It helped that her new friend confirmed her suspicions about those crazy girls who were always after you, admitting sadly that her own younger Lisa was one of them, though that Victoria and her older sister Amanda were by far the greater threat. Tails were spun of your past experiences being taken by the duo, and of how Julia herself had been your saviour. Many of those stories were actually true, only with the roles thoroughly reversed. To your captor this was all in accordance with her own observations, her rivalry with your girlfriend ensuring that she never once tried to listen to what the younger girl had to say, convinced that all of the blonde’s claims were lies. More than once the two almost came to blows over accusations of kidnapping and screamed demands to know what had happened to their love.
When she wasn’t busy fighting with Victoria, Kim promised herself that if, no, when she found you, she was going to make all of your dreams come true and be the best girlfriend that you could ever ask for. After all, seeing her distress and wanting to help, Julia had shared your deepest desires with her, letting her know all the little kinky twisted things you wanted done to you. Though, of course, only with someone you trusted. Not with some bitch who only cared about her own pleasure. Kim’s obsession with you only made things worse for yourself, as every moment spent looking for you was another moment being pounded beneath her toes. Every stray thought of you during classes lead to toes clenching tightly around your twisted body. Every time the thought of never seeing you again became too much to bear, you’d find yourself shoved into well-worn sneakers and taken for a truly punishing run as the Asian girl did her best to sweat out her worries, finding solace in exhaustion.
Worse, all of that running did wonders for Kim’s times in gym class, and soon enough she was head-hunted by the girl’s track team, seeing you pounded even more as she threw herself into training. Running had always been an enjoyable pass-time for your would-be-girlfriend, but now it became her secondary obsession. Something she could focus on when her distress over your disappearance became overwhelming. At track meet after track meet you were pounded into mush, your presence seeming to give the oblivious runner the extra boost she needed to come out on top every time.
Your seventeenth birthday passed without your notice, and you spent Kim’s eighteenth beneath her dancing feet as she and Julia danced the night away at a local nightclub. Your last day at school was spent being nervously sweated on during an hours-long graduation ceremony. Your last day at home was spent being trampled back and forth as bags were packed and hugs exchanged. By the time you found your prison being stuffed into that all too familiar pair of sneakers for a twelve-hour flight to Kyoto, you weren’t even aware that you were being carried away from your family and friends. All you could do was bathe helplessly in the stench and the heat of your unwitting tormentor’s sweaty toes as they relentlessly clenched and unclenched around you to squeeze every last drop of sweat and grime into your maddeningly absorbent body, having now thoroughly claimed you as their own.
High above, Kim couldn’t help but feel melancholic as she watched your hometown disappear over the horizon. It was true that she’d had many great experiences over the last year, making friends and winning numerous track meets, but all of it was twinged with a deep regret over never having found her little love. Though she’d known you for less than a day in total, she felt that the two of you had truly connected on both an emotional and spiritual level. After all, even after your less than stellar introduction, you’d willingly spent a night between her breasts. If only you hadn’t been stolen away by the love-crazed Victoria, Kim was sure the two of you could have had a wonderful life together, and it broke her heart to think of you stuck with that bitch and her equally dangerous older sister. Silently, she swore that one day she’d return, and that she’d do everything she could to save you.
When the flight finally ended, you found yourself pounded once more by heavy footsteps as your saddened captor made her way through the airport, only to be crushed with renewed rigor once she spotted her big sister Yakima waving happily at her. Their reunion was a typically enthusiastic affair between long-separated family members, and Kim couldn’t help but giggle at the familiar experience of having her face buried in her much bustier sibling’s cleavage. The trip home was quick from there, and the Asian girl was pleased, if not surprised, to be met there by not only her mother and younger sister, but her eldest sister as well, visiting together with Yakima to welcome home the traveller.
With sneakers abandoned at the door and toes spread timidly, you were given a small chance to listen in, confused when you couldn’t understand a single word, before putting it down to having spent so long beneath Kim’s feet that words had lost all meaning. Had you had the ability to look out you would have seen the family’s mother, Mitsu, buzzing around to make sure her newly returned daughter was comfortable, while her eldest, Nana, looked on with an amused smirk. The matriarch physically resembled a more mature Kim, though with slightly larger curves thanks to a bit of excess weight around her frame. By contrast, Nana more closely resembled Yakima, with long black hair and impressive curves held within a tight blouse and skirt, though on a slightly less excessive scale than her little sister. The youngest, Sachi, at just sixteen, had a more athletic build and the smallest curves in the family, launching herself bodily into Kim’s arms as the two sisters laughed joyously, their combined weight bearing down on you as the toes above were driven deep into the carpet.
You spent the next two weeks being trampled in this new environment, increasingly trapped within tabi socks and now often accompanied by Sachi’s energetic voice as she followed her sister around. Sometimes you’d hear Mitsu as well, and more rarely Nana and Yakima at family dinners. Gradually, you realised that no-one was speaking English anymore, and came to the crushing revelation that you had been trapped for so long that Kim had taken you home. For the first time in months your mind balked as you struggled to come to terms with this new reality. Being trapped beneath Kim’s toes had already been a living nightmare, but now you were in a foreign country, separated from everyone you had every known and loved by distance, time, culture and language barriers alike.
If there was one silver lining it was that your first chance of escape in over a year came a month after your arrival in Japan, as Sachi launched a surprise tickle attack on Kim as the older girl was laying in bed. The resulting struggle saw your sock-covered prison shoved into the younger girl’s face to try to knock her off, and the resulting stench saw the youngest sister flee from the room in mock horror. Though she was aware that her sibling was mostly joking, your host couldn’t help but take a sniff of her own foot, frowning a little at the scent of months of sweat and grime. She’d never given them a truly thorough cleaning after all of those track meets, though in her defence she’d been busy looking for her lost love whenever she wasn’t running. Still, it seemed a proper cleaning was now in order.
With her decision made, Kim stood with renewed resolution, grinding you once more beneath her toes as she headed for the door, carrying you towards what might be your once chance of salvation.
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