“Oh my god” Jamie said as soon as the two girls were out of earshot of any festival employees. “I had no idea they were that strict about sneaking tinies in here! We need to figure out a way to get Andrew out of your boot discreetly, Olivia!”
Olivia, on the other hand, was biting her thumbnail and tapping her left foot nervously on the ground beneath her, mashing you further between her toe toes unknowingly.
“But what if we get caught! I’d be so bummed out if we got kicked out and couldn’t end up seeing all of our favorite artists! I mean, could you imagine how sad it would be to get this close but then not end up being able to see anything! That would be a nightmare!” Olivia said, blatantly oblivious to the irony of her statement, since that was quite literally exactly the situation that she had put you in. All of the while she had new begun pacing back and forth, chewing you up underneath her entire body weight as it compressed down onto you through her feet.
“Well… yeah I mean I guess that would be pretty sad” Jamie responded, a bit confused by her housemate’s cluelessly cold reasoning. “So are you suggesting that… we leave your boyfriend in your boot… for the entire day?” Jamie hesitantly asked.
“Okay don’t put it like that! I know it sounds bad but I don’t think we have any other choice! He’s such a considerate guy that he’ll understand when we explain it to him later. Plus, you kind of took his wristband anyway, so even if we got him out from under my feet without anyone noticing then we would have to spend the rest of the day making sure nobody spots him without a ticket.” Olivia reasoned with Jamie. Jamie was understandably perplexed by the thoughtless and borderline callous treatment of her housemate towards her apparent boyfriend, but at the end of the day she had to assume that Olivia obviously knew her relationship better than she did.
“And who knows, maybe Andrew can at least feel the vibrations of the bass through my soles! Or maybe even if I dance hard enough then he will be able to tell what songs are playing based on the rhythm!” Olivia concluded, now apparently talking herself into the plan more and more. By the end of her last statement, her tone suggested that she was damn near excited to be stomping the daylights out of you for a long day on her feet.
“Umm, if you say so, Olivia! It’s incredible how easygoing Andrew is with you! That’s amazing. I guess let’s head over to the main stage then!” Jamie responded. Part of her was still nervous about the whole situation, but she tried her best to put it out of her mind. And when Olivia turned around to begin walking further into the festival grounds, her gargantuan ass cheeks, clad in only a tiny white thong, did a rather effective job of distracting the timid girl. Jamie quickly followed her new friend, finding it hard to pull her eyes away from the jiggling globes that led the way in front of her.
The two girls began chatting immediately about which artists they were most excited for as they made a quick pit stop at the drink tent, grabbing a few cocktails and clicking the plastic cups together as Olivia angled her phone for a selfie. Olivia’s massive cleavage took up practically two thirds of the photo, but the both of the girls’ beautiful smiles could still be made out clearly. In less than a minute, Olivia had completely forgotten about your existence, even going so far as to unknowingly squeeze her toes together over your face, crushing your head between the sweaty digits as she pondered briefly what the foreign intrusion in her boot was. But even that thought did not lead her to remembering you. She was far too caught up in her excitement for the day to come. Jamie, as well, had not forgotten about you entirely quite yet, but with every second that she spent with her bombshell of a housemate, your existence began to flee her mind as well. With drinks in hand, the two new friends linked arms and skipped towards the stage.
Deep, deep down below in your own personal jail cell that you shared with Olivia’s massive, sweating, left foot, you were oblivious to everything that had transpired up in the realm of regular sized women. From the very first few stomps that Olivia had assaulted you with when she was trying to assure that her boot fit correctly, you were crushed into an utterly helpless state. With your waist down flattened like paper under the ball of her foot, and your torso to head sticking out ever so slightly between her big toe and second toe, you were forced to endure the worst of both the pressure and the sweat of your environment. You could tell well enough due to the vibrations that the girls had gotten into a car, so when they exited the vehicle you figured that it wouldn’t be long before you were freed.
Then what felt like a few minutes passed by… then a few more minutes… all the while Olivia was either standing, tapping her foot, or treading all over you. Your mind defaulted to the obvious answer of Olivia forgetting about you, but then you remembered that Jamie would certainly not let that happen, right? Just as you had this thought, Olivia evidently broke out into an energetic jog, stomping you with more vigor than she had thus far. And as she kept up this pace, her already damp, warm, foot began to heat up rapidly. The massive surface area of Olivia’s bare skin was evidently not breathing well in the confined leather-bound space of her knee-high, white boots. And within less than a minute, a bead of foot sweat rolled down the top of her foot and between her toes, headed straight for your face. You used what little wiggle room that she left you to dodge the bead of sweat, which relative to you may as well have been a bucket worth of liquid. But before you could breathe a sigh of relief, Olivia had finally stopped her jog for just long enough to feel this strange stream of sweat on her feet. She wrinkled her nose at the offputting feeling before suddenly clasping her toes together. Your entire head was yanked forwards by the wiggling digits, slamming your face through the layer of salty sweat before then reaching her skin. You mentally sobbed, even when you thought you would get the slightest of wins in such a horrible situation, Olivia cluelessly ensured that you did not.
Back up above, the girls were having the time of their life. While they did not know all of the bands who were performing early in the day, they still managed to enjoy them thanks in part to a generous amount of alcohol, but mostly just an overall sense of enthusiasm that Olivia radiated. However, as Olivia’s enthusiasm grew, so did her carelessness. You were already as far out of her mind as possible sadly, but even the other tiny festival goers who were in attendance were not out of her inattentive path of destruction. As she ran from stage to stage, Jamie had to frequently grab and steer the bubbly brunette away from designated tiny walkways, cringing as she ended up a step too late once or twice. Olivia even ended up placing her empty drink cup on an elevated platform designed specifically for VIT (Very Important Tiny) guests to give them a better vantage point towards the stage. Jamie quickly picked the cup up off of the dozen or so guys that it easily squished, and threw it away instead. Unfortunately, even the attentive Jamie was not foolproof, especially while trying to wrangle in the chaotic storm of Olivia. Because one poor soul remained stuck to the cup even after it sank into the depths of the trash can.
The rest of the day followed pretty much the same trend. Olivia and Jamie drank, danced, and even cried to certain artists as their bond grew from the shared fantastic experience. Meanwhile, the bond between you and Olivia’s foot grew simultaneously, both figuratively and literally. Gallons of sweat and tons of pressure decimated you with every passing moment for nearly half of a day. Finally, day one of the festival came to a close, and the girls called a ride back to their apartment. They burst through the door, laughing uproariously as they recounted the events of the day as the two stumbled towards the living room couch. The entire day of drinking and partying had evidently caught up to them as they crashed aggressively onto the cushions, still caught up in their conversation. Up above you, like a sound sent straight from Heaven, you heard an unmistakable zipper begin to unzip straight towards you. When she did you could finally make out the words of the two girls more clearly.
“OHMYGODDDDD when Smallie Biggs tried to rap on top of his backup dancer’s ass while she twerked!” Olivia cackled out
“But then he slipped and fell into her crack!” Jamie blurted out, adding a hearty laugh of her own. It seemed like a day of fun and drinking had caused the timid girl to come out of her shell a bit. Typically she wasn’t the type of girl to find a tiny guy getting squished funny, but this was a special circumstance.
“And she kept dancing for practically an entire minute before she realized what happened!” Olivia retorted, refreshing the bellowing laughter from the girls.
“Well, I do feel bad for the guy… but that goes to show why you should never lip-sync live performances!” Jamie concluded. This was the final straw as Olivia and Jamie practically doubled over with laughter. Olivia had just barely managed to slip off her shoe, exposing you to the light of your apartment for the first time in over twelve hours. The girls were on cloud nine, reliving the most memorable parts of the day, while you tried your hardest to peel yourself off of your girlfriend’s sweaty foot. A few more bits of laughter prompted Olivia to stomp her feet into the carpet unwittingly, decimating what little progress you were making and you could only whimper.
What happens next?
1. They remember you but need to figure out a different way to take you to the next day of the show since Jamie took your wristband.
2. They forget you completely.
3. Writer’s choice
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