(Chapter originally written by PhoenixStriker)
It wouldn't have been so bad if Selena's toes didn't so naturally press against each other, as then you'd perhaps have a chance to reform while not being squished. It would also help if Selena didn't have the tendency to clench and unclench her toes on a subconscious level whenever she was bored, as each time she did so it only further crunched your head between her toe and the ball of her foot. It would even be some small consolation to be facing outward so you could see the world around you, but alas you were crushed headfirst into her toe.
In fact, your senses were so dulled in darkness that you didn't even realize what was going on when Selena bent down to take a closer look at her unnaturally sweat-free space between her big toe and second toe on her left foot. She traced a finger along your body as she rubbed between her toe toes, furrowing her brow in concentration. Sadly, the volleyball game had destroyed your very being, and you now felt no different to Selena than any other patch of skin on her body. Shrugging, the blissfully unaware girl stood back up to her full height and approached the shoes she'd kicked off earlier.
The shoes were the typical attire of The Oasis lifeguards, as they were simple bright red flip-flops emblazoned with the park's logo. However, more pressingly for you at the current moment, they were thong strap flip-flops, a fact which you instantly realized as Selena slid her left foot into place, and the plastic thong strap slammed into your back.
Wedged in the perfect position to maximize your suffering, the strap ran from the base of the shoe, threaded between Selena's big toe and second toe, and then split down the sides of her foot to reattach with the shoe base near her heel. Designed for efficiency and stabilization over comfort, Selena usually detested wearing the shoes, and found any opportunity she could to kick the flip-flops off. She was especially ticked off by how uncomfortable the strap was as it slid up and down against the sensitive fold of skin between her two toes.
And yet, as Selena pulled the flip-flop taut, she was amazed to find that the strap wasn't bothering her at all anymore. Almost as if some microscopic, invisible layer of support was now tucked between her toes, the plastic strap now actually felt somewhat comfy! Grinning, Selena stomped her foot against the pavement a few times to test her theory, and she was pleasantly surprised to see the comfort continue. At this point, she was wracking her brain trying to think of what she'd done in the past day to her feet that yet another benefit was presenting itself before her.
Of course, Selena's comfort came at the price of your agony, and you mentally groaned in discomfort and panic as Selena settled into her shoe. The strap was slammed tight against your body, pinning you in place even harder than before, and also forcing Selena's toes to crunch against each other, burying your body in hot flesh from all sides. The hard bottom of the flip-flop's base was also like a brick wall against the back of your head as Selena splayed her toes, and offered no protection from the girl's crushing weight like the sand pit had.
Then, for some ungodly reason (from your perspective) the girl had started stomping her feet. Each crushing blow caused you to internally cry out and beg whatever higher powers might exist to free you, but to no avail. Selena merely kept slamming the life out of you, crashing her toes against your body over and over again. Each resounding slap against the pavement caused your malleable body to adhere to the girl's very pores even tighter, with the solid shoe base and the strap serving as additional reinforcement in ironing you into the girl's foot, as if fate itself wanted you to become a permanent addition to the silver-haired lifeguard's flawless foot.
Selena eventually was satisfied that her foot was more comfortable than it had ever been, and she resumed her patrol duty around The Oasis. Playing a quick round of volleyball had been an excellent distraction, and seeing that Mari had been watching as an unanticipated but very welcome bonus. With a bit of pep in her step, Selena doubled her pace and walked quick laps around the park for the next two hours. No major incidents occurred while she did so, allowing the girl to spend most of her time enjoying the lovely weather and being continuously amazed at how sweat-free and soft her left foot felt, especially around her big toe and second toe.
Thus, you suffered for those same two hours that Selena happily enjoyed. While the girl walked on and on, feeling as if she could go for miles thanks to her newfound comfort near her toes, you were brutalized harder than you'd been in years. Your cursed body greedily sucked up Selena's sweat and accumulated grime, even while your lower half served as padding against the flip-flop thong strap, and your head cushioned Selena's big toe. The girl didn't stop her subconscious habits either, and it soon felt as if your oblivious tormentor was incapable of going a single minute with flexing her digits and burying your body in the embrace of her toes, crushing you from all sides.
Your mind delirious from the pain, time began to lose all meaning to you. Selena eventually took her lunch break, kicking up her feet and chatting with Hanna while chowing down. Like some cruel prank, Selena elected to keep her flip-flops on while she ate, as she could now hardly stop from singing their praises, much to Hanna's confusion. This meant that, even on break, Selena ensured your unjust punishment continued uninterrupted. In fact, her rate of toe squeezing only seemed to increase as she snacked, the silver-haired girl keeping her mind occupied by scrunching up her toes over and over.
The rest of Selena's day passed by uneventfully as well, and you even passed out and caught a few hours of troubled sleep before eventually reawaking. Some part of your brain wanted you to wake up and find yourself safely back at home, but it was only seconds before another powerful crushing stomp from your captor brought you back to your painful reality. You were still right where you'd been for the past six hours, buried both underneath and partially between Selena's toes, and crushed so thinly in place that you could hardly feel where your body ended and Selena's began.
Eventually, Selena's shift ended, and coincidentally right alongside Mari's. The two girls hit the changing room at the same time, Selena finally kicking away her flip-flops so she could strip out of her suit and shower. Mari did the same, and Selena tried to remain as respectful as possible around the girl she was hardcore crushing on. Selena then sat on one of the benches to dig out fresh clothes and some lotion from her locker before her shower.
As soon as Selena's eyes passed over her bottle of lotion, her eyes widened and she gasped. She'd totally forgotten about the new lotion she'd bought the previous night, and had used once so far. It was some new brand that advertised that their lotion would 'freshen and smooth your most sensitive skin areas when applied daily'. It had sounded like generic hyperbolic crap, and Selena had only bought the bottle because it was cheap. But, now Selena had had firsthand experience with the lotion's effects, because surely it was what had caused her feet to now be so soft and grime free, particularly the toe area of her left foot!
Making a mental note to apply the lotion each and every day, Selena smiled and hopped into the shower, washing her body clean of chlorine and trace bits of sand. Once rinsed off, she toweled herself vigorously and then resumed sitting to apply the lotion onto her feet.
As you felt the first bits of sticky lotion slapping onto your back, you mentally screamed at Selena to stop, only for the girl to press harder. The burning hot shower water had been bad a few minutes prior, and being scrubbed and scraped by the towel was also rough, but this lotion was even worse. Though you didn't know the specific brand, the lotion was sure to soak into your body, further enhancing your softness and support for Selena's toes, which was the exact opposite way towards getting noticed. And yet, despite your mental struggles, there was nothing you could do to stop Selena from lathering every inch of you.
Sitting across from Selena, Mari was just finished getting dressed. She looked at her friend and smiled. "New lotion, Selena? Smells nice!"
"Hey, thanks!" Selena capped the bottle and returned Mari's smile. "Say, wasn't your boyfriend supposed to be here with you today? Hanna said something about it."
Mari frowned. "Uh...was he? I feel like I haven't seen him all day."
"Geez, you are forgetful, huh? It's cute." Selena shook her head. "Still, Hanna must've been wrong, then. He's probably back at his home."
"You're probably right." Mari nodded. Then, she leaned forward and pointed, of all places, right at you. "Hey, wait, Selena. You've got something there between your toes."
The silver-haired lifeguard glanced down, her eyes falling right on your body. She scanned over you, then blinked. "Ah, right. Final grain of sand!" She declared, flicking away the last offending bit from her pristine toes.
"That was it!" Mari grinned, happy to be helpful. "See you tomorrow, Selena." Standing, your girlfriend waved goodbye and headed out.
Selena, too, finished getting dressed, slipped her accursed flip-flops back on, and walked home, yet again relishing in the feeling of her comfy (and now pristinely cleaned and lotioned) feet.
1) Selena's constant crushing and lotion application keeps you firmly glued between her toes for a long time.
2) The lotion ends up reacting with your body, dying your skin a bright color, and Selena soon notices something odd stuck to her toes.
3) *Writer's Choice*
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