This choice: You fell down to the floor...and into Chelsea's sneakers! • Go Back...Chapter #4The Volleyball Team's Number One Supporter by: Hectic   Your world was in complete chaos as it was flipped around by Chelsea's unconscious motions. Without even noticing she had done it your friend and dorm-mate had completely changed the course of your day. And after spending the past twenty minutes or so sitting in a zipped up prison with some of the world's smelliest prison mates you were praying for the moment you would be released. However, it seemed you should have made your prayers more specific as the first glimpse of daylight you had gotten that day came as you were tumbling through the air. Smacking first into the wooden bench beneath you, you briefly were grateful that you were not stuck to it. However as you fell further and further downwards you somehow managed to orient yourself correctly to scan your surroundings. Part of you wished that you didn't, however, as you saw that instead of the ground beneath you was the empty, well worn-in athletic sneakers of your good friend. You didn't even have a chance to scream before you plummeted down and smacked into the nearly flattened insole back-first. You felt your body flatten immediately from the force of the fall, adhering itself to the evidently well-worn insole. Panicking you struggled to move and free yourself but found it impossible. You would need a few minutes to get yourself unstuck from this jam. Steeling your resolve and focusing all your efforts on reforming, you took a deep breath to prepare yourself and immediately regretted it. The horrid smell that you had been suffering through in the bag now permeated your entire surroundings, surely seeping into your body as well. You whimpered and looked upwards, praying that Chelsea would notice you.
Far above you, Chelsea was smiling and humming to herself slightly as she grabbed each piece of her uniform and put it on. You couldn't help but ogle the ludicrously beautiful girl changing right above you, completely unaware of your presence. You watched as she slid her tiny black thong up her tanned thighs before yanking it up and in between her perfectly toned ass cheeks. Grimacing slightly at the sight, you recalled the number of times in your life that you've either gotten tangled in a thong, or worse, had to BECOME a thong like that. But still it didn't do much to ruin the breathtaking sight above you. Chelsea then proceeded to slide each piece of gear on, ending with her socks last. Turning around she dropped her meaty ass onto the bench above you before reaching into her bag.
"Oh man, I forgot to pack a fresh pair of socks? Damn it, well I guess these ones from this morning can't be too bad and I don't really have another choice." Chelsea said out loud above you. Your heart went cold as you remembered the terrible smell of Chelsea's feet just this morning, that combined with the already caked in scent of her sneakers might truly kill you. You watched her slide the still slightly damp socks over her feet and lower calves before then reaching down to pick up the sneaker that was currently housing you. You cursed your inability to reform quicker, but by some miracle of luck Chelsea looked into the opening of her shoe right at you! Her eyes went wide as she recognized clearly the face and body of her tiny friend standing out against the gray and grimy surface of her insole.
"Wha... what the heck! How did you get here Tom? I thought you were back in the room!" Chelsea said, raising you up further towards her face to inspect you. Immediately she grimaced as she was hit with a wave of her own stale foot sweat, courtesy of her sneaker, and she lowered the shoe back down to her waist.
Thanks to you being flattened onto your back you had just managed to reform your ability to talk even though you were not quite free, so you could respond, "You scooped me up and threw me in your bag! Then when you dumped me out I landed right in here! Get me the heck out of here your shoes really stink you know!" You said all of this in a rather lighthearted tone as you knew all of this was an honest mistake, and Chelsea was a nice enough person to actually help you out.
"Yeah I can't argue with you there, dude, I don't even know how you handle being my friend sometimes being forced to be at the same height as these piggies after some exercise." Chelsea lifted her foot and wiggled her toes jokingly before placing it back on the ground. "Now let's get you out of there." Chelsea reached into her shoe with her thumb and forefinger, trying her best to grasp you. She felt the damp surface of her insole and recoiled slightly before pressing down. Expecting to pick you up immediately she pressed her fingers down extra hard and pinched them together. However, tragically her aim was just a bit off as she managed to undo all reforming progress you had made and slammed you back down into the insole. Pulling her hand out she assumed she had grabbed you and lifted her hand up.
"Alright Tom there we go..." she said as she opened her fingers to find nothing. "Huh?" She said aloud before looking back down and seeing you mashed even further than before. "Oh god I'm sorry Tom I'm usually way better at rescuing you! I guess I underestimated how sweaty my shoes were and missed you!" She said down to you. Unfortunately Chelsea had once again eliminated your ability to talk with her oversight and now you were fully stuck once more. At that moment a bang on the locker room door rung out and it swung open violently. Chelsea turned her head away from you for a moment and saw her coach standing in the doorway.
"Ah Chelsea I was hoping you would be early as usual. Put on your shoes and come out here I want to talk strategy with you." She said in a stern yet still somewhat nice voice. Chelsea gulped, now sweating nervously. She hated knowing that she was causing you harm, but at the same time she really hated disappointing people. This quality always made her excel in school and beyond, but sometimes it ended up with her going above and beyond what a normal person should be expected to do for another. Sadly for you, it seemed like this quality of hers had sealed your fate as she looked down at you with a resigned look.
"Oh no, Tom, I... don't know how to tell you this but I kind of have to head out there right now. I can't let the coach down! I know this is gonna be terrible for you but I really don't have any other option. I'll get you out right after practice, I owe you big time for this!" You didn't even have the ability to argue against this ridiculous conclusion as Chelsea then dropped you onto the ground, mouthing "sorry" one more before sliding her foot in.
Immediately you felt the crushing weight of Chelsea's huge foot press down onto you, her heel coming to rest right on top of you. Every time you found yourself in a situation like this you prayed that just once you wouldn't retain your sense of smell, but whatever sick god that created the shrinking virus must have loved watching you suffer as you kept this sense every single time. Her massive, socked foot squished you down further, amplifying the heat and smell of sweat around you. You couldn't believe Chelsea was really putting you through this, but at the same time you knew what an overachiever she was so in all honesty it didn't really surprise you. She laced up her shoes tightly, grimacing at how much pressure she knew she was putting onto you. But in her mind there wasn't any other option at the moment!
Slipping the other shoe on and lacing it up as well, Chelsea threw all of her belongings in a nearby locker before walking out towards the gymnasium. She took her first few steps gingerly before realizing that if she was going to practice hard she wouldn't be able to take it easy on herself or you, sadly. Thinking the word sorry to herself one more time she began to jog, slamming her foot into the hardwood floor over and over. After a few steps she realized something she would never tell you in a million years because she actually respected you as a person, but nevertheless she believed it: you were actually one hell of a comfy insole under her heel. She shook off the thought of the surprising amount of support you gave her and focused all of her attention on the upcoming practice.
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