(Chapter originally written by PhoenixStriker)
While you stewed in your miserable misfortune, Selena made it back home to the small apartment she rented just a few blocks down from The Oasis. Kicking off her shoes, your captor slipped into more comfortable lingerie and fixed herself dinner. She then plopped in front of the television while she ate, digging her toes into the plush carpeting in her living room with a small smile on her face. There she sat for a few hours, before finally meandering to her bedroom and collapsing into her bed, burrowing under a few bedsheets, and falling asleep.
Selena was out like a light in minutes, but you fared significantly worse. Selena's toes practically crushed tighter than they had before as some sort of subconscious reflex as the girl feel asleep, barricading you on all sides by her skin. The pressure was immense, and you mute cries only intensified as the temperature under the sheets grew, and Selena began to perspire. Groaning in agony, it wasn't long before Selena's feet were openly sweating, and you were caked in salty droplets.
The sweat seemingly irritated the blissfully slumbering girl, and Selena began grinding her toes against her mattress to try to stamp out the slightly damp nuisance. This, of course, only resulted in your head being further ground into paste under her big toe, the girl's firm mattress providing no support as she unknowingly smeared you violently. On top of this, Selena's slow methodical movements succeeded in shaking the sweat from her toes...by instead dripping every last drop into your squashed, absorbent body. It was hell, and a hell you could do nothing about.
Presumably, you passed out from exhaustion at some point, as your next conscious memory was of Selena slipping her flip-flops back on. The thong strap slammed into your body once more, settling into its customary place in the crevice between the silver-haired girl's big toe and second toe. You were once more smushed in tightly, completely hidden from view, and now constrained in the same vicinity of what was quickly becoming a faint odor from the flip-flops. The scent was enough to sting your eyes, yet now tears fell from your disfigured and blurred eyes.
And, through this all, your mouth was still crushed open into the bottom of Selena's big toe, the taste of sweat and grime quickly becoming horrifyingly normal to you.
While you definitely continued to pray for a miracle, it was obvious that no benevolent deity was listening, as you spent yet another full day as a prisoner of Selena's toes. The girl simply went about her shift at The Oasis like normal, relishing each and every step she took in her newly comfy flip-flops. You were pounded into dust over a thousand times in just that one shift, your only reprise coming in the scant few hours Selena was stationed at a lifeguard chair. Even then, the eternally restless girl curled her toes around the edge of her chair absentmindedly, squashing you roughly and ensuring your suffering went on and on.
Though you had no way of knowing it, Mari had taken the day off. She'd gotten home the previous night and gone straight to bed after dinner, but she'd shot up in a panic early in the morning after remembering you. Scouring her house and not finding you, Mari called off so she could dedicate the entire day to looking around her house and your own house for any trace of you. After all, thanks entirely to Selena's unintentionally damning comment from the previous day, Mari had fully forgotten she ever took you to The Oasis with her at all.
At the end of her shift, Selena happily showered and then reapplied her miracle lotion, making judicious use of the viscous liquid between her big toe and second toe on her left foot, as that was the area that felt the smoothest and most sweat-free. Rubbing her fingers hard into her skin, Selena didn't feel a single thing out of the ordinary, and she only half paid attention as she chatted with Hanna and a recently returned Viola. Eventually, the girl headed back home, ran through a similar series of events as the previous night, then climbed into bed.
Something about your oblivious captor climbing into bed for a second night in a row threatened to break your hope entirely. It was one thing to be so horribly stuck to this girl who had no idea of how thoroughly she was torturing you, but it was another for that torture to begin to feel as if it was becoming routine. Again, you had no idea how fervently Mari was searching for you, but from your perspective life was already starting to adapt to you becoming an unnoticed little comfy sweat protector for this gorgeous woman, and the knowledge of your own powerlessness was horrible.
As a pitiful upside you at least slept better, but it didn't do much good as you still woke up coated in sweat and greeted by the painful slamming of Selena sliding her foot back into her flip-flop and heading off to work. By this point you were so battered that you couldn't even begin to twitch or attempt to reform, and unless Selena gave you some sort of lengthy break (which was seemingly out of character for the foot-fidgeting girl), you were doubting your ability to ever reform on your own, which left outside help as your sole remaining option. You could only pray Mari would save you soon.
As luck would have it, Mari was back at work, though Selena could instantly tell from the pretty girl's panicked expression that something was amiss.
As the two friends changed into their bikinis, Selena shot Mari a concerned look. "Everything alright, girl?"
Mari shook her head despondently. "No, Selena. Matt wasn't anywhere at my house, or even at his own house. I took the whole day off to look for him, but came up with nothing!" Mari grimaced, clenching her fists with annoyance and visible sadness. "He was totally at my house just the other day, so where did he go?"
Selena quirked her lips. "From the stories you tell me, he always turns up eventually, right?"
Mari balked. "That's no excuse for me to give up on him!"
Selena raised her hands. "Sorry, sorry. That sounded insensitive. I'm really sorry that he's disappeared, Mari. I just meant that you shouldn't work yourself to death worrying about him." The silver-haired girl flexed her arms overdramatically. "But if you need a strong babe to help you look for him, I'm your girl!"
Mari rolled her eyes, but couldn't help smiling. "Thanks, Selena. You're a great friend."
Selena hid her minor hurt at being called a 'friend', though she also mentally chastised herself for even taking offense in the first place. What did she think she was trying to do? Move in on Mari while her boyfriend was only missing for a single day? Selena couldn't deny her infatuation with the dark-haired Brazilian beauty, but Mari was first-and-foremost a lifeguard coworker. She'd never dare jeopardize her friendship with Mari by making moves at such an insensitive time, and Selena genuinely was happy that Mari had a loving tiny boyfriend.
If Mari ever moved on from the little guy, Selena knew she'd seize her chance, but until that day Selena was happy just being a supportive ally.
And so, the two girls dedicated as much of the rest of their day as they could to scouring The Oasis for any sight of you, while also trying to brainstorm what could have happened to you and where you might have ended up. Mari was on the verge of a breakdown once she realized you could be literally anywhere, but Selena calmed her down by reassuring her that, if Matt's love was as strong for Mari's as hers was, he would free himself and return to her in no time. Mari was comforted by this, and after finding no traces of you at The Oasis, scratched off the pool park as a possible place you had vanished to.
Thus, on days four and five of your imprisonment between Selena's toes, you were forced to listen to muffled snippets of Mari listing off the places she'd checked for you already, and how the rest of your family and friends were taking your disappearance.
Apparently, your mom had already fully bought into the belief that since you had a propensity for vanishing and reappearing, you would simply return before long. Rio held a similar belief, though she based hers on your inner strength proving itself based upon whether you made it back or not. Ashley was in a similar boat, hoping that you'd return so she could get back to flirting with you. Jenna, too, was amused that you'd gotten yourself into some sort of trouble, apparently unworried since it had only been a few days.
Mari, dejected that everyone else had given up looking for you by this point, was at her wit's end.
Selena put a hand on your girlfriend's back. "It's probably time, then. I mean, you literally did everything you could. I hope the little guy comes back safely, but it's on him now."
Mari let out a sigh, then smiled gently at Selena. "You're right. Thanks for being so nice to me, Selena. I owe you a lot."
"Anytime, Mari." Selena grinned, mentally willing herself not to blush bright red like a fool.
Instead, she settled on simply curling her toes tightly in excitement at how it felt for Mari to smile at her like that. Her excitement was only enhanced by the soft and almost vaguely squishy feeling compressed between the toes of her left foot.
1) After a few days, Selena injures herself and is put on bedrest. Off her feet, do you finally manage to reform (or at least refigure your features) before she's back to work?
2) After a few weeks, Selena treats herself to an intensive pedicure at the local spa. Is this some sort of chance to be found by either Selena or her pedicurist, or is it just more torment in your future?
3) After a few months, you're more engrained into Selena's foot than ever before, and Mari is slowly beginning to believe that you're never coming back.
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