the tanning has sucked you even more to her, yo...
Tiny Life Guard
chapter 9
by
copier
· original author:
gtsrp
Hours passed as this girl simply laid here taking in the sun, totally oblivious to the tiny piece of flattened lint that had become fixed to her moisturized sole. Occasionally she would roll onto her other side, casually go through her phone. People passed by and, while some did check out your apparent new owner's body, nobody paid you any mind whatsoever. At this point you were totally indistinguishable from the rest of the dirt attached to the bottom of her foot. Eventually, you even stopped trying to pull away from the sole yourself. It was no use. Whatever hope you may have had of freedom was snatched away from you when this girl slathered you in sun-tan lotion and essentially glued you too her foot as well as stopped your body from reforming. So, you waited. What else could you do?
What you had accepted was inevitable eventually came to pass as your captor let out a yawn and propped herself up. She collected her things and once again slipped her feet into her sandals. Sunglasses on, bag over her shoulder, she headed back to her hotel room. Of course, while from her perspective it was just a brief walk, from yours it was humiliating torture. Every single second your were pummelled into the insole of this girl's sandal, every modicum of her weight pressing down on your miniscule form. Not even halfway into this walk from the park to her hotel room, you had lost any autonomy you may have had. You're just a flat, inanimate piece of lint.
Unfortunately for you, however, you were still conscious and alive. Maybe this level of durability was more of a curse all along. Your senses were still working which only meant you could taste and smell every second. What's worse is that you were initially opposed to the smell and taste of this girl's sole, now you had grown used to it. In fact, you clung to them as one of the few signs that you were still alive after all of this. You were grateful that you could still taste her sole.
She eventually reached her hotel room and tossed her bag aside, she slipped her sandals off and you felt a sliver of relief in that the carpet of her hotel room was soft compared to the rough insoles of her sandals. Nonetheless, she continued to walk on you as if you weren't there. Of course, to her, you weren't. She let out another yawn and fell back onto her bed. Still, you couldn't move a muscle.
What you had accepted was inevitable eventually came to pass as your captor let out a yawn and propped herself up. She collected her things and once again slipped her feet into her sandals. Sunglasses on, bag over her shoulder, she headed back to her hotel room. Of course, while from her perspective it was just a brief walk, from yours it was humiliating torture. Every single second your were pummelled into the insole of this girl's sandal, every modicum of her weight pressing down on your miniscule form. Not even halfway into this walk from the park to her hotel room, you had lost any autonomy you may have had. You're just a flat, inanimate piece of lint.
Unfortunately for you, however, you were still conscious and alive. Maybe this level of durability was more of a curse all along. Your senses were still working which only meant you could taste and smell every second. What's worse is that you were initially opposed to the smell and taste of this girl's sole, now you had grown used to it. In fact, you clung to them as one of the few signs that you were still alive after all of this. You were grateful that you could still taste her sole.
She eventually reached her hotel room and tossed her bag aside, she slipped her sandals off and you felt a sliver of relief in that the carpet of her hotel room was soft compared to the rough insoles of her sandals. Nonetheless, she continued to walk on you as if you weren't there. Of course, to her, you weren't. She let out another yawn and fell back onto her bed. Still, you couldn't move a muscle.
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