This choice: Mari finishes soaking her feet and simply leaves with you stuck to her sole • Go Back...Chapter #5Unanticipated Foot Massage for Two by: matthias   (Chapter originally written by PhoenixStriker)
Eventually, the vibrating pad died down, having been set to run on intermittent intervals. However, her relaxation coming to an end, Mari saw it as a sign that she should probably get a move on. After all, she had an entire resort to explore, and she could hardly wait to get started. Extricating her feet from the tub, Mari shook her feet to get stray water droplets off, slipped back into her flip-flops, and then strolled away, a content smile on her face.
Not a single tiny thought of her little boyfriend was bouncing around in her head. It seemed, unfortunately, that no matter how many years you dated her for, Mari would never quite shake her infamously spotty memory issues. Sure, she'd always remember you eventually, but those gaps between remembrances were always just long enough for things to go catastrophically wrong.
You'd initially thought that Mari leaving the tub would be your saving grace, as you could finally reform. However, when Mari pulled out her feet, you went right with them, glued to the bottom of her left foot like a tiny little sticker, your face frozen in a look of pure surprise.
While it was true that, compared to all the horrible things that had happened to you during your life, being a sticker on your girlfriend's foot wasn't the worst thing to happen, it was certainly far from the best. Sure, you'd been crushed flat without being smeared, so you were still a plainly visible and recognizable human-shaped sticker on her left sole. You'd be easy to spot, in theory, and also pretty easy to peel off.
Of course...that was wholly contingent on anyone spotting you on the bottom of the brown-haired beauty's foot, which became approximately a thousand times less likely as she slipped on her flip-flops. The crushing pressure you'd almost hoped to have escaped from returned with a vengeance, as the unbending plastic-y surface of the flip-flop was slammed into your face as Mari's foot settled into place. She even gave her foot a little twist before slipping her shoe on, grinding your face harshly.
Then, she started walking, which was an entirely new form of hell. With each rising foot fall, you were lifted nauseatingly up into the air, disoriented and breathless. Her flip-flop would peel away, giving you approximately a single second of fresh air (and the sight of your girlfriend's extremely well-worn shoes), before you were slammed back down with the force of a meteor crash into the hard flip-flop as Mari completed her step. The crash was unbearably painful, as you were crushed over and over again without cease.
Mari's steps with her right leg weren't much better either, as those steps shifted most of her weight onto her left leg. As a result, even more of your girlfriend's not-insubstantial heft was pressed down onto you like the world's cruelest hydraulic press, and you could feel your tiny body screaming in protest at this wholly unaware abuse. With each thudding step and tight squeezing press, you could feel yourself sticking more and more to Mari's skin, coming dangerously close to being more of a tattoo than a sticker.
Thankfully, Mari only walked for about a minute (though it had still felt like a hellish eternity to you). Before even leaving the "Mixed Size Spa", Mari's eyes glittered with intrigue as she beheld a sign advertising a foot massage service. Your girlfriend couldn't resist. While the vibrating hot tub foot bath had been nice, and actual full foot massage? That was the dream!
Gently pushing open the door into the small side room, Mari found a single Golden Hawk employee inside. The short-haired brunette was reading a fashion magazine, but she tossed it aside instantly and flashed a brilliant smile as your girlfriend strolled inside, shutting the door behind herself.
"Good day, miss!" The masseuse smiled warmly. "Here for a foot massage?"
Mari was uncharacteristically nervous. "Uh...I guess? I mean, I'd love one, but is it...uh...free?"
The masseuse laughed, her voice like the gentle tinkling of chimes. "Oh, of course! All of us employees are given the list of pictures of our VIP guests each morning. I recognized you right away, miss!" She then stood, and gestured to an awaiting chair. "If you'd like, I'll get started! And, if you enjoy this massage, you can have as many more as you'd like during your stay here!"
Mari practically gasped with excitement. Infinite foot massages? Surely she'd died and gone to heaven!
Without a second of hesitation, Mari crossed the room and settled into the chair, reclining with a sigh of bliss. She flicked off her flip-flops and dropped her feet onto the padded cushion foot rest. Meanwhile, the masseuse prepared a bowl of hot oil, a silky smooth wash cloth, and she even turned on a gentle soundtrack of peaceful nature tones.
Kneeling down by Mari's feet, the masseuse was just about to explain her typical massage procedure when her eyes narrowed right onto your own.
Though strangers always gave you slight pause for concern, the sight of the masseuse locking eyes with you directly still caused your heart to soar with relief. Knowing Mari and her terrible memory, she wouldn't have found you on her own until the day's end, at the earliest (if she'd even thought to check her feet at all). Now though, someone in the position to save you had found you, and your torment under your girlfriend's foot was surely at an end. You were also thankful that the additional crushing and squishing from Mari's walking hadn't made you less visible (only more stuck).
However, your concern grew as the masseuse quirked her lips into a frown, and looked up at Mari.
"Miss...are you aware of a tiny stuck to the bottom of your foot?" The masseuse asked.
Your girlfriend frowned. "What, seriously? Oh god, how did that happen?" She winced. "Sorry, little dude! I really need to watch where I put my feet, huh?" She chuckled a bit, relying on her typical tactic of avoiding awkward situations with humor. Though a confident girl nine times out of ten, Mari could get overwhelmed when it came to tiny-related mishaps...which was, admittedly, never good for you. It was usually her terrible memory that embarrassed her so much, and she always felt really bad.
The masseuse smiled indulgently. "It's quite alright, miss. I'm sure the little one doesn't hold it against you." She curled a finger to being picking you off. "And this tiny is certainly a cute one. That messy blonde hair is adorable!"
All of a sudden, Mari's eyes shot open wide. Everything she'd forgotten came rushing back, and she instantly traced back events in her mind to piece together what she'd done to you back at the foot bath.
Your girlfriend gaped. "Wait, that's not some random tiny! That's my boyfriend, Matt!"
The masseuse paused right before picking at you. "Your...boyfriend?"
"Yes, that's right?" Mari said with another forced laugh. "Say 'hello', Matt! Or...well...I guess you can't."
The masseuse looked at Mari, her brow furrowed. "So then why is he crushed to your foot?"
Mari swore under her breath, and her cheeks began to redden. Her mind went into panic mode. How could she possibly tell the truth to this woman? How could she admit to a stranger that she was a terrible girlfriend with an awful memory who always screwed things up for her way-too-forgiving tiny boyfriend? It'd be mortifying to admit that! Maybe it was the simplest course of action, but it would be so embarrassing to confess that!
Perhaps she'd just lie. Matt would be okay with that, right?
Stammering, Mari responded. "Uh...it's on purpose. A l-little game we like to play...yeah."
The masseuse smiled with amusement. "A game?"
Mari mentally cringed, but it was too late to back out now. "U-Uh huh! He's...uh...actually really into feet stuff, so we just do this...sometimes." Mari tried to shrug casually. "He tells me he really likes it, and that it's fun for him. And, ya know, spending time with him is fun for me so it uh...works out!"
The masseuse grinned. "Oh, that's so sweet! You two must trust each other so much. That's genuine love!" She put a hand on her heart. "So then, what should I do about him?"
"Just, uh..." Mari couldn't hide her cringe this time. "...pretend he's not there?"
The masseuse nodded vigorously, not noticing Mari's discomfort. "I will do just that, miss. The little cutie will stay, and all my attention will be on you." She then clapped her hands. "So with that, let's begin, shall we?"
Mari spared her left foot a quick, guilt look, wondering if she'd gone too far in creating a lie just to keep herself from being shamed. Still, she had faith you'd be okay with the path she'd taken, and she reasoned that maybe you'd enjoy the massage too. Settling her head back, she closed her eyes and let herself breath easy.
The masseuse pulled up the bowl of oil and the wash cloth, and her eyes passed over you again. This time, however, there wasn't a hint of recognition. You were already nothing but a little tattoo in the woman's mind.
Of course, you yourself were downright flabbergasted at Mari's chosen path here, as it left you so dangerously close to being in an even more horrible predicament. However, crushed flat as you were, it wasn't as if you could do a thing about it!
What happens next?
1) The masseuse begins, and she kneads you so thoroughly into Mari's sole that you're blurred into unrecognizability. However, by the time the massage ends, does Mari still remember your predicament?
2) The masseuse begins, but thankfully she has a gentle touch, and you're still clear as day on the bottom of Mari's foot when she finishes. However, does Mari still remember your predicament with everything said and done?
3) *Writer's Choice*  indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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