(Originally written by Alistair)
As the class progressed, with Morgan leading the group through standing poses, you did your best to keep up with her. Aoi’s intense staring, however, was distracting you.
Aoi inched her way closer to you, subtly so she didn’t alert Morgan to what she was doing. As Aoi inched closer, you backed up further away from her, not realising that you were getting closer and closer to the feet of a very distracted Morgan.
“Aoi, you seem distracted by something. Is everything ok?” Morgan looked to Aoi, not breaking her stride and continuing with the exercises. Aoi, momentarily distracted by Morgan, didn’t notice you disappear under Morgan’s right foot as she changed position.
“Uh, no Morgan, I’m all good. Just spaced out for a second there,” she giggled nervously. Morgan smiled in return and then resumed overseeing the rest of the class.
You, meanwhile were continuing to back up from Aoi, when you were distracted by Morgan addressing Aoi. You turned back to look up at her, and were greened by the sight of the sole of Morgan’s foot rapidly dropping onto you. You didn’t even have time to scream before you were crushed under the damp, slightly sweaty sole of Morgan’s bare foot. Aoi didn’t even see it happen since she was distracted by Morgan had drawn her attention off of you.
Your body was flattened under the ball of Morgan’s foot, all except for your head, which was pressed into the gap between her third and fourth toe, hidden from her view but not crushed completely.
Before you could even process what had just happened, Morgan moved onto the next pose, which involved balancing on one foot, the foot you happened to be under.
Morgan’s sweaty sole pressed down on your entire body, compressing it under her full weight. Your entire body screamed in agony as your crumpled form was pressed between her foot and the unyielding surface of the floor. Your face was pressed into the crevice between her toes, compressed but not squished completely. Sweat ran down between the massive digits onto your face, the trickle of salty liquid causing you cough and splutter, the sound completely muffled by the two digits smothering your face alongside the music drowning out any sound you could hope to make.
After being distracted by Morgan speaking to her, Aoi looked back down to where you had been, but didn’t see you. She only saw Morgan’s large, bare foot planted close to where you had been. You were completely hidden from sight and Aoi, figuring that she had maybe scared you off, slumped her shoulders slightly in disappointment, before deciding to focus on the class.
As Morgan shifted her foot as she changed position, grinding her foot on top of your crumpled form and dragging you along with it, you hoped you would be discovered soon or else you’d be spending the next fifty or so minutes under the foot of your sporty new roommate. However, feeling your body begin to adhere to the sole of her foot, your more cynical side told you that you wouldn’t be getting discovered any time soon, since Morgan seemed to be completely focused on the class.
*****
As Morgan waved the last of the girls out of the yoga studio, she sighed, content with a good session.
You had spent the whole class being pounded further and further into the embrace of her increasingly sweaty foot. As the class went on, the studio grew hotter as the women exercised, which caused the women to sweat a lot.
As Morgan’s foot became increasingly sweaty, you could feel her pores opening slightly. The repeated pounding of her foot into the floor had only served to force you into the embrace of her foot, and your malleable body filled every crack and crevice it was able to fit into, including Morgan’s open pores.
As the studio was starting to cool now that it was emptying, you felt the pores begin to close slightly, pinching onto your flattened form.
Your face was continually pounded into the gap between Morgan’s third and fourth toe with each step she took. There was enough of a gap that your head wasn’t completely flattened, but it was compressed enough that you definitely couldn’t speak. You could certainly smell however, the stench of Morgan’s foot informed you of that.
As Morgan walked around the studio, rolling the mats up and putting them in a nearby storage closet, you were pounded mercilessly under her heavy strides. Every step seemed to cement you further into the ball of her foot. You hoped Morgan would find you soon, otherwise freeing you may prove troublesome.
As Morgan placed the last yoga mat in the closet, she turned around to survey the room, happy now that all the equipment was cleared away.
“I’d say your first session went well, wouldn’t you Hunter?” She looked around for you. “...Hunter? You around here?”
Morgan searched around the floor, not able to find you around there.
“Hmmm, did he maybe get squashed under one of the other women? Wait, he must have been what was distracting Aoi!”
Morgan rushed out into the yoga studio into the main hall of the gym. Spotting Aoi just leaving the changing room, now changed out of her workout clothes, Morgan rushed over to her.
“Aoi! Have you seen Hunter? I lost track of him during the class,” as Aoi was shocked to see Morgan approach her in a panic, Morgan continued. “I saw you watching him during class, did you see what happened to him?”
“Um, I didn’t see where he went, but one minute he was there and after I looked away for a few seconds he was gone! He had been near your feet last I saw him. Sorry Morgan but I gotta go, see you and the little cutie next week,” Aoi rushed off, clearly running late for something, leaving Morgan to slowly realise the place that you likely were stuck.
Morgan looked down at her bare feet with a grimace. She silently prayed that you weren’t under one of her feet, although it would be the quickest way of finding you if you were.
Morgan quickly rushed to a nearby bench, crushing you more and more, and forcing your face deeper into the embrace of her toes, with every step.
She quickly plopped down on the bench and inspected the underside of her left foot, sighing when she didn’t see you. Confident that you weren’t on her feet, she shifted to check her other foot, only to gasp when she saw your crumpled form plastered to the ball of her foot.
“Oh my god, Hunter! Are you ok?” Realising quickly after the words left her mouth that it would likely be pointless waiting on an answer from you, she continued. “I’m so sorry! It must have been awful for you under there. Hold on, I’ll get you off.”
Morgan began to scratch at your legs and arms, trying to catch one of them and peel you off, but she just couldn’t get her nail underneath you. She hadn’t noticed your still squished, but not completely flattened head between her toes. After a few minutes of unsuccessfully attempting to peel you off, Morgan sighed.
“I can’t get you off Hunter! Maybe I need to try something else? Maybe I can get Heather to help?”
You didn’t know what to think of asking Heather for help. On one hand, having another person trying to free you would likely be a good thing, but on the other it wasn’t exactly a great impression to your new boss that this happened on your first day.
1) Morgan gets Heather’s help, and between the two of them they manage to free you. How has this affected Heather’s opinion of you?
2) Morgan gets Heather’s help, but they cannot free you, and Morgan has to continue the rest of her day with you plastered to her foot. Will this engrain you more to her foot and will she be able to get you off after her shift ends?
3) Writer’s choice.
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