Ran Spoils Everything
Tiny Way Of Life
chapter 21
by
copier
· original author:
primus359
You stare up at the pudgy, red-headed friend of your increasingly sadistic sister Tulip as the pounding comes again.
“I mean it, Olga, I’m gonna count to three then I’m coming in to get you!” Ran calls from just beyond the door. Alright, Olga’s brain seems to have gone bye-bye for the moment. What does that mean for you though? You could command Olga to get you out of this madhouse; but just past the wooden door are two girls of equal size and strength who don’t need someone telling them what to do like a real life Jimminy Cricket. Think Steve, think!
“One!” calls the cool, slightly accented voice again.
Fight or flight. Fighting still seems out of the question. Flight comes next. You can use Olga to hide! Quickly your eyes scan over Olga’s gargantuan body. You’ve been close enough already to realize that personal hygiene is not exactly Olga’s strong suit and finding yourself wedged into any of the various cracks or crevasses on her body fills you with an emotion best described as ‘wanting to hurl.’ But what choice do you really have?!
“Two!” calls the voice again as the doorknob gives a rattle.
No choice. Death at Tulip’s hand or an unpleasant ride in Olga’s pocket; a surprisingly difficult choice, but you ultimately choose life after the intense pain you’ve already experienced today. Turning back to Olga you start to call up to her only to feel your hopes sink. Her eyes have changed. Vacant and staring mere moments ago; her eyes seem to be slowly blinking back into wakefulness. Bad. Definitely bad. No choice though. “Olga!” you call up to her with as commanding a voice as you can muster. The sound of her name definitely has an effect; just not the effect you had hoped for.
“You!” she says thickly as her eyes focus on you again. Faster than you thought her pudgy arms capable, they propel her open meaty palms towards you. Before you can even squeak in surprise, her fat fingers close around your middle and hoist you up off the counter.
“Three!” comes the voice again at almost the exact same instant that the door swings open. Framed in the doorway is the dark haired Ran with a smile of accomplishment that she had picked the lock. Her smile falters slightly as she takes in the situation. Olga, still looking slightly dazed; and you, held so securely between Olga’s interlocked fists that you can barely breath. “You found him,” she squeals much more quietly than you would have expected, “where was he?”
“He, uh…” says Olga, demonstrating why she isn’t the brains of the trio, “was here, uh… under my ass and I was just about to give him to Tulip.” It’s hard to see from your position in Olga’s fists but you can tell that Ran is judging the story for truthfulness. A moment later you hear a door quietly close.
“You were, huh?” says a clearly not convinced Ran as she steps closer. Her voice has dropped. Olga had told you that she would keep you for herself. The fact that Ran isn’t getting Tulip at this very moment leaves little doubt in your mind that she has similar plans. “You weren’t planning on… keeping him? Just for a little while?”
You watch the expression on Olga’s face as massive gears slowly begin to tumble into place behind her eyes. “Just… for a little while,” she echoes, “well, maybe just a very little while.” You watch a smile start to form on her lips.
“We’ll give him back to Tulip,” Ran agrees from just behind you. Her warm breath blows past you. She must be inspecting you very closely now. “We’ll just give him back… in a little bit,” she concludes as if a deal had been struck. “Now give him to me.”
You had been so close! Olga had been under your power and nobody else had known. Now you’re right back in the position of hoping you get left with the LESS awful girl. And you’re not even sure which girl that is!
“Huh?” Olga responds quickly with a hint of suspicion in her voice, “why should I give him to you?”
“Because,” Ran replies coolly, “you’ve already had some fun with him. I’m quicker at coming up with excuses than you are. And…” she finishes with a hint of triumph in her voice, “if you don’t, I’ll tell Tulip everything right now.”
You can actually see Olga’s hopes wilt as her grip on you tightens even more. For just a moment you consider the fact that she’s decided to crush you rather than hand you over but then she suddenly holds you out to Ran; opening her palm so that you lay panting in the middle.
The sight of another set of fingers reaching out to abuse you is a little more than you’re willing to take lying down. “Let ME GO!” you scream as loud as you can between pants. Immediately Olga yanks her hand back as if burned sending a very surprised Steve McMinor tumbling toward the floor.
“Olga!” she hisses as she manages to nab you out of thin air just before you splatter on the floor; which may actually be what happens given your new bodies ‘disability.’ “What’s the matter with you?”
“I, I don’t know,” Olga says in a clearly confused tone. “My hand just moved on its own.”
“Whatever stupid,” your new holder says with a roll of her eyes. Your own eyes are locked on Olga however. It’s still working! She had followed your order! Quick Steve, before something else happens!
You take a massive breath and yell at the confused chubby girl, “Olga—“
Immediately another hand closes over the palm you’re sitting in. “Shhh,” Ran says simply as you are jostled between her hands. She’s clearly doing something. A moment later you find out what when the covering hand is removed. Kneeling now, Ran peers down at you. You spy a sneaker only a few inches from her palm. ‘No points for guessing what she has in mind,’ you think miserably even as the palm starts to tilt.
You spin around on your ass, intending to grab the edge of her hand to slow your drop into her smelly sneaker. You are not now, nor have you ever really been a ‘foot guy’; and the thought of being trapped in a smelly, warm sneaker while its owner hangs out with your younger sister is not a pleasant one.
“No escaping this time,” Ran coos gently as you react too late. You hands scrape uselessly against her skin as you slide off the side and land heavily inside the garment.
“What are you doing?” a concerned sounding Olga asks suddenly from somewhere beyond your sight as Ran leans closer till her face obscures everything else beyond the mouth of the shoe.
“Consider it my first test,” she says as she smiles big down at you, “he’ll survive.” Her confidence in you isn’t exactly touching. You have barely climbed to your feet when your new prison shakes violently with motion and you find yourself on your hands and knees again. Like a solar eclipse, you watch slowly as the light is blotted about above you. Looking up in panic you realize that it’s Ran’s foot. She’s putting the sneaker back on.
Frantically you shove your hands out against the advancing foot; but at your size you might as well try stopping an 18 wheeler from rolling downhill. It just isn’t going to happen. The foot easily pushes into the shoe, forcing you onto your back as you stare in terror up at the wrinkled surface. Before you can come up with a plan B, the ball of Ran’s foot presses down onto your body… and keeps pressing. Intense pressure builds as you feel your body being crushed. Somewhere distantly you hear the sound of bones snapping and you realize they’re your own. Unlike the last few times your body has been likewise punished; you don’t bleed this time. Instead, while intense pain shoots though every synapse of your brain, your body merely conforms to the wrinkles and contours of the underside of Ran’s foot. The pain that you’re in makes real coherent thought a bit of a luxary at this point; but the mental image of Gumby being squished does briefly flutter through your thoughts.
Muffled by the sneaker and the massive foot your find yourself beneath; you can still hear Ran give a soft hum of approval.
“It feels good, like one of those liquid gel insoles,” she says happily.
“I want him next,” says an unconvinced Olga.
“In time,” Ran replies, punctuated by the sound of the bathroom door opening. “Now let’s go help Tulip look.
Inside the sneaker, you’d love to believe that the worse sensation you could feel was the vertigo as the foot lefts suddenly when Ran starts walking. It’s not, the pain blocks out everything. And no matter how much you want; there’s no escaping it…
“I mean it, Olga, I’m gonna count to three then I’m coming in to get you!” Ran calls from just beyond the door. Alright, Olga’s brain seems to have gone bye-bye for the moment. What does that mean for you though? You could command Olga to get you out of this madhouse; but just past the wooden door are two girls of equal size and strength who don’t need someone telling them what to do like a real life Jimminy Cricket. Think Steve, think!
“One!” calls the cool, slightly accented voice again.
Fight or flight. Fighting still seems out of the question. Flight comes next. You can use Olga to hide! Quickly your eyes scan over Olga’s gargantuan body. You’ve been close enough already to realize that personal hygiene is not exactly Olga’s strong suit and finding yourself wedged into any of the various cracks or crevasses on her body fills you with an emotion best described as ‘wanting to hurl.’ But what choice do you really have?!
“Two!” calls the voice again as the doorknob gives a rattle.
No choice. Death at Tulip’s hand or an unpleasant ride in Olga’s pocket; a surprisingly difficult choice, but you ultimately choose life after the intense pain you’ve already experienced today. Turning back to Olga you start to call up to her only to feel your hopes sink. Her eyes have changed. Vacant and staring mere moments ago; her eyes seem to be slowly blinking back into wakefulness. Bad. Definitely bad. No choice though. “Olga!” you call up to her with as commanding a voice as you can muster. The sound of her name definitely has an effect; just not the effect you had hoped for.
“You!” she says thickly as her eyes focus on you again. Faster than you thought her pudgy arms capable, they propel her open meaty palms towards you. Before you can even squeak in surprise, her fat fingers close around your middle and hoist you up off the counter.
“Three!” comes the voice again at almost the exact same instant that the door swings open. Framed in the doorway is the dark haired Ran with a smile of accomplishment that she had picked the lock. Her smile falters slightly as she takes in the situation. Olga, still looking slightly dazed; and you, held so securely between Olga’s interlocked fists that you can barely breath. “You found him,” she squeals much more quietly than you would have expected, “where was he?”
“He, uh…” says Olga, demonstrating why she isn’t the brains of the trio, “was here, uh… under my ass and I was just about to give him to Tulip.” It’s hard to see from your position in Olga’s fists but you can tell that Ran is judging the story for truthfulness. A moment later you hear a door quietly close.
“You were, huh?” says a clearly not convinced Ran as she steps closer. Her voice has dropped. Olga had told you that she would keep you for herself. The fact that Ran isn’t getting Tulip at this very moment leaves little doubt in your mind that she has similar plans. “You weren’t planning on… keeping him? Just for a little while?”
You watch the expression on Olga’s face as massive gears slowly begin to tumble into place behind her eyes. “Just… for a little while,” she echoes, “well, maybe just a very little while.” You watch a smile start to form on her lips.
“We’ll give him back to Tulip,” Ran agrees from just behind you. Her warm breath blows past you. She must be inspecting you very closely now. “We’ll just give him back… in a little bit,” she concludes as if a deal had been struck. “Now give him to me.”
You had been so close! Olga had been under your power and nobody else had known. Now you’re right back in the position of hoping you get left with the LESS awful girl. And you’re not even sure which girl that is!
“Huh?” Olga responds quickly with a hint of suspicion in her voice, “why should I give him to you?”
“Because,” Ran replies coolly, “you’ve already had some fun with him. I’m quicker at coming up with excuses than you are. And…” she finishes with a hint of triumph in her voice, “if you don’t, I’ll tell Tulip everything right now.”
You can actually see Olga’s hopes wilt as her grip on you tightens even more. For just a moment you consider the fact that she’s decided to crush you rather than hand you over but then she suddenly holds you out to Ran; opening her palm so that you lay panting in the middle.
The sight of another set of fingers reaching out to abuse you is a little more than you’re willing to take lying down. “Let ME GO!” you scream as loud as you can between pants. Immediately Olga yanks her hand back as if burned sending a very surprised Steve McMinor tumbling toward the floor.
“Olga!” she hisses as she manages to nab you out of thin air just before you splatter on the floor; which may actually be what happens given your new bodies ‘disability.’ “What’s the matter with you?”
“I, I don’t know,” Olga says in a clearly confused tone. “My hand just moved on its own.”
“Whatever stupid,” your new holder says with a roll of her eyes. Your own eyes are locked on Olga however. It’s still working! She had followed your order! Quick Steve, before something else happens!
You take a massive breath and yell at the confused chubby girl, “Olga—“
Immediately another hand closes over the palm you’re sitting in. “Shhh,” Ran says simply as you are jostled between her hands. She’s clearly doing something. A moment later you find out what when the covering hand is removed. Kneeling now, Ran peers down at you. You spy a sneaker only a few inches from her palm. ‘No points for guessing what she has in mind,’ you think miserably even as the palm starts to tilt.
You spin around on your ass, intending to grab the edge of her hand to slow your drop into her smelly sneaker. You are not now, nor have you ever really been a ‘foot guy’; and the thought of being trapped in a smelly, warm sneaker while its owner hangs out with your younger sister is not a pleasant one.
“No escaping this time,” Ran coos gently as you react too late. You hands scrape uselessly against her skin as you slide off the side and land heavily inside the garment.
“What are you doing?” a concerned sounding Olga asks suddenly from somewhere beyond your sight as Ran leans closer till her face obscures everything else beyond the mouth of the shoe.
“Consider it my first test,” she says as she smiles big down at you, “he’ll survive.” Her confidence in you isn’t exactly touching. You have barely climbed to your feet when your new prison shakes violently with motion and you find yourself on your hands and knees again. Like a solar eclipse, you watch slowly as the light is blotted about above you. Looking up in panic you realize that it’s Ran’s foot. She’s putting the sneaker back on.
Frantically you shove your hands out against the advancing foot; but at your size you might as well try stopping an 18 wheeler from rolling downhill. It just isn’t going to happen. The foot easily pushes into the shoe, forcing you onto your back as you stare in terror up at the wrinkled surface. Before you can come up with a plan B, the ball of Ran’s foot presses down onto your body… and keeps pressing. Intense pressure builds as you feel your body being crushed. Somewhere distantly you hear the sound of bones snapping and you realize they’re your own. Unlike the last few times your body has been likewise punished; you don’t bleed this time. Instead, while intense pain shoots though every synapse of your brain, your body merely conforms to the wrinkles and contours of the underside of Ran’s foot. The pain that you’re in makes real coherent thought a bit of a luxary at this point; but the mental image of Gumby being squished does briefly flutter through your thoughts.
Muffled by the sneaker and the massive foot your find yourself beneath; you can still hear Ran give a soft hum of approval.
“It feels good, like one of those liquid gel insoles,” she says happily.
“I want him next,” says an unconvinced Olga.
“In time,” Ran replies, punctuated by the sound of the bathroom door opening. “Now let’s go help Tulip look.
Inside the sneaker, you’d love to believe that the worse sensation you could feel was the vertigo as the foot lefts suddenly when Ran starts walking. It’s not, the pain blocks out everything. And no matter how much you want; there’s no escaping it…
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