Arch-Support for Gwen
Tiny Tutor (Re-Upload)
chapter 5
by
Bobob1
You scream out in terror as you see the yawning opening of Gwen’s right boot looming below you, deep shadows coating the interior of the heavy piece of footwear and rising up towards you as the momentum of your flight began to wane and your inevitable fall commenced. Desperate, you tried to flail as much as possible, hoping to get the attention of one of the giant woman who surrounded you, but it was all for nought. Morgan’s back was turned to your flight, all of her attention focused on conquering the unruly zip at her back, while Penny was too busy teasing Gwen on how dashing her armour looked, and the redhead herself was occupied blushing and muttering in response. No-one noticed a thing as you fell into the abyss, vanishing from sight as the shadows consumed you.
Instantly you were surrounded by the rank odour of stale sweat and foot grime, and you were already gagging from the fumes alone before you even hit the floor. Once you did hit however things only became worse, and you had to force down the urge to vomit as you splatted against the moist and very well-worn insole, a puddle of sweat rising up to meet you as you were forced face-first against the muck. Slightly squished, it took you far too many seconds to pull your head free, spitting and spluttering as you attempted to expel the taste of rancid feet from your mouth.
You’d been in plenty of pairs of shoes before, usually courtesy of Shannon, and more rarely Stacy, but in those instances the footwear at least had some capacity to breath. Sneakers and heels both allowed for air to travel, flats and slippers even more so, and thongs weren’t even fully enclosed. But these iron boots provided no such comfort, being fully enclosed in leather and welded iron, they contained the full scent of Gwen’s feet, providing little if any opportunity for the fumes to escape. Instead the sweat and grime was left to stew and ferment, getting worse with every second passed. And this was just what they were like when there was an absence of actual feet inside them.
Struggling to your feet, you looked up in fear at the narrow circle of light that seemed an impossibly high distance above. What was near-knee height to their owner seeming like several stories to you. You screamed as that light began to dim, hoping that the narrow confines would raise the volume of your voice and allow you to be heard. It was a small hope really, and you weren’t even disappointed when the light continued to dim and the toes that would soon be your roommates appeared. From the moment you’d fallen in here you’d known that you weren’t going to be getting out without at least one crush, years of experience teaching you that your luck just wasn’t that good.
High above you, Gwen was trying in vain to force down the blush in her cheeks as Penny winked at her while making some ‘adjustments’ to the bodice of her dress. Really, the redhead didn’t know why her girlfriend insisted on teasing her like this before every show, like being on stage wasn’t difficult enough without being flustered and sexually frustrated as well. She used to try and retaliate but that had just spurred the blonde on, so now she just tried to keep her head down, quietly swearing vengeance at the end of the day. With the clock running down, she shook off her blush as best she could and grabbed her boots, tugging on the left quickly before slowly inserting her foot into the right, trying her best to ignore the comments from the peanut gallery about women in boots.
As the toes began to descend and were followed by this woman’s large soles, you found yourself frozen in terror for entirely too long, only belatedly realising that your interests would be best served by running to the far end of the boot and hoping to hide out of reach of the grasping toes. You did your best to sprint through the soaked fabric of the insole, but there was far too little time, and you only made it about half way before you were struck in the back by Gwen’s toes, pushed down into the insole as they scraped over you. As a fresh layer of sweat and grime was smeared over you by the passing foot you were quickly rolled onto your back before being pressed down into the arch of the boot, the worn insole pushing you up into the sole above as the foot finally settled.
As small as your body was, it did produce enough of a bump to be felt by your unknowing captor, but Gwen paid it no mind as she secured the straps that would hold your prison to her calves. They’d been doing this show for a couple of months now, and she was well and truly used to the discomfort that these boots brought, even if she did silently curse the director for her insistence on ‘authenticity’. As if there was any trace of authenticity to the story of female knight rescuing, and marrying, a beautiful princess. The whole outfit was a bit of a nightmare to be frank. She was strong enough to wear it, but it was hard to move in, and left her muscles feeling sore for hours afterwards, though there was the upside of having Penny rub the tension from her body at the end of the day.
Glancing at the clock and grimacing, Gwen banished any thoughts of discomfort from her mind as she stood up and gave her boots a few good stomps to make sure they were secure, the flattening out of the irritation that was your body just an added bonus to her. You meanwhile, groaned in agony as you were crushed beneath this girl’s full weight, mercilessly ground into the battered insole as she adjusted her stance. With a quick peck to Penny’s cheek, the redhead pulled on her helmet and headed to the stage for her first scene, her heavy footsteps echoing slightly in the long corridor while the squelching sound of your body being squished into mush was trapped within the boots. The amount of moisture that already coated the sole above made it clear that this was not the first performance of the day, and as you were crushed step after step you had a feeling it wasn’t going to be the last either, dreading what was to come as you drew closer and closer to your stage debut.
Instantly you were surrounded by the rank odour of stale sweat and foot grime, and you were already gagging from the fumes alone before you even hit the floor. Once you did hit however things only became worse, and you had to force down the urge to vomit as you splatted against the moist and very well-worn insole, a puddle of sweat rising up to meet you as you were forced face-first against the muck. Slightly squished, it took you far too many seconds to pull your head free, spitting and spluttering as you attempted to expel the taste of rancid feet from your mouth.
You’d been in plenty of pairs of shoes before, usually courtesy of Shannon, and more rarely Stacy, but in those instances the footwear at least had some capacity to breath. Sneakers and heels both allowed for air to travel, flats and slippers even more so, and thongs weren’t even fully enclosed. But these iron boots provided no such comfort, being fully enclosed in leather and welded iron, they contained the full scent of Gwen’s feet, providing little if any opportunity for the fumes to escape. Instead the sweat and grime was left to stew and ferment, getting worse with every second passed. And this was just what they were like when there was an absence of actual feet inside them.
Struggling to your feet, you looked up in fear at the narrow circle of light that seemed an impossibly high distance above. What was near-knee height to their owner seeming like several stories to you. You screamed as that light began to dim, hoping that the narrow confines would raise the volume of your voice and allow you to be heard. It was a small hope really, and you weren’t even disappointed when the light continued to dim and the toes that would soon be your roommates appeared. From the moment you’d fallen in here you’d known that you weren’t going to be getting out without at least one crush, years of experience teaching you that your luck just wasn’t that good.
High above you, Gwen was trying in vain to force down the blush in her cheeks as Penny winked at her while making some ‘adjustments’ to the bodice of her dress. Really, the redhead didn’t know why her girlfriend insisted on teasing her like this before every show, like being on stage wasn’t difficult enough without being flustered and sexually frustrated as well. She used to try and retaliate but that had just spurred the blonde on, so now she just tried to keep her head down, quietly swearing vengeance at the end of the day. With the clock running down, she shook off her blush as best she could and grabbed her boots, tugging on the left quickly before slowly inserting her foot into the right, trying her best to ignore the comments from the peanut gallery about women in boots.
As the toes began to descend and were followed by this woman’s large soles, you found yourself frozen in terror for entirely too long, only belatedly realising that your interests would be best served by running to the far end of the boot and hoping to hide out of reach of the grasping toes. You did your best to sprint through the soaked fabric of the insole, but there was far too little time, and you only made it about half way before you were struck in the back by Gwen’s toes, pushed down into the insole as they scraped over you. As a fresh layer of sweat and grime was smeared over you by the passing foot you were quickly rolled onto your back before being pressed down into the arch of the boot, the worn insole pushing you up into the sole above as the foot finally settled.
As small as your body was, it did produce enough of a bump to be felt by your unknowing captor, but Gwen paid it no mind as she secured the straps that would hold your prison to her calves. They’d been doing this show for a couple of months now, and she was well and truly used to the discomfort that these boots brought, even if she did silently curse the director for her insistence on ‘authenticity’. As if there was any trace of authenticity to the story of female knight rescuing, and marrying, a beautiful princess. The whole outfit was a bit of a nightmare to be frank. She was strong enough to wear it, but it was hard to move in, and left her muscles feeling sore for hours afterwards, though there was the upside of having Penny rub the tension from her body at the end of the day.
Glancing at the clock and grimacing, Gwen banished any thoughts of discomfort from her mind as she stood up and gave her boots a few good stomps to make sure they were secure, the flattening out of the irritation that was your body just an added bonus to her. You meanwhile, groaned in agony as you were crushed beneath this girl’s full weight, mercilessly ground into the battered insole as she adjusted her stance. With a quick peck to Penny’s cheek, the redhead pulled on her helmet and headed to the stage for her first scene, her heavy footsteps echoing slightly in the long corridor while the squelching sound of your body being squished into mush was trapped within the boots. The amount of moisture that already coated the sole above made it clear that this was not the first performance of the day, and as you were crushed step after step you had a feeling it wasn’t going to be the last either, dreading what was to come as you drew closer and closer to your stage debut.
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April 23, 2025
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