Clay Human

A Day with Chloe I : Under Pressure

You awoke to the buzzing of your phone, which at first you simply ignored, but after a short while it buzzed again, then again. Irritation got the better of you and so you decided to check. Upon seeing the numerous message notifications from your girlfriend, you were glad you did check. You sat up in bed, squinting against the morning sun shining in through the window of the bedroom, felt the slight breeze of wind blowing through the room, cooling your nude body. Looking down at your phone you opened the messenger app and began to read Lucy's string of messages.

"Babe, problem. :("

Not a good start. Lucy had gone on a trip out of town with her friends. You worried what sort of problem a group of girls might have run into.

"Chloe's been hounding me about letting her borrow that "insole" again."

There was relief upon reading that, though it wasn't much.

"U need to understand, it's been going on for daysssss!"

"She's obsessed!"

For a moment you reflected on that. Surely some guys wouldn't mind having a girl be that obsessed with them. Your situation, of course, was a little more complicated, though.

"So"

"u know I love u"

"and we said we wouldn't do this type of thing without asking each other first"

"but she just broke me down"

"so, pls don't get mad! ;-;"

"I"

"may have"

"agreed to let her borrow you for a day"

You blinked several times. Each time you fully expected the message to say something different. Something more sane. It didn't.

"But she swore!!! up and down her ancestry that it would be last time!"

"I'm so so so so sorry babe :((("

There were more messages, but you needed a minute to rub your face as you processed what was going to happen to you in the near future.

"We're on our way back btw"

"Will be there soon"

"pls be ready"

Two things dominated your mind in that moment. The first was the realisation that the "day" you would be borrowed was today. The second was the dread you felt when you heard keys being inserted into the apartment door, and you then saw that her last message was from an hour ago. You flung your phone onto your bed and took a deep breath. Shortly after Lucy burst into the bedroom and grew pale when she saw you. "Babe, you're not even dressed!" she whispered and gestured wildly. "Chloe's waiting at the door!" You slowly turned and looked at your girlfriend with narrowed eyes. Her face changed from stressed to guilty. "I know, I'm sorry, I fucked up." she whispered loudly with her eyes glistening. "Chloe just started asking too many questions, and in front of the others, too. I couldn't keep saying "no" without seeming weird, I" she stopped and looked at your face, "I know - it's stupid. Really stupid. But Chloe doesn't know what she's asking, it's just a thing to her."

"You alright, Lulu?" Chloe called from the door, to which Lucy responded, "Yeah, just need to find it." and she clasped her hands together. "Please do this just one last time. The absolute last time - I swear! I'll owe you the biggest favour in the world if you do." You got up from the bed and walked around it towards Lucy, only smiling when she looked up at you from beneath her eyelashes. You told her you wouldn't give in to extortion anymore, but admitted that you can't say no to her most of the time anyways, especially not when she was as adorable as she was right now. Lucy smiled and blushed, then glanced down your body. "You should put on some clothes." she whispered, then suddenly her eyes widened when you both heard footsteps approaching the bedroom door. "Did you lose it?" Chloe asked as she stepped into the doorway, causing Lucy to freeze up. "Lulu?" Lucy turned around, holding your nude shrunken self in her hands. You had reacted quickly, shrinking yourself on the spot just in time for Lucy to snatch you up as Chloe appeared. "No, I found it just now." she said as calmly as she could. Chloe furrowed her brows at you, then walked up to Lucy and took you from her. Holding you with one hand she narrowed her eyes on you. Both you and Lucy were painfully aware that you looked nothing like an insole. "Lulu," Chloe began and looked at Lucy. "You're being weird about these things. This one looks completely different from the one I had the other day. If you have multiple of them, why is it such a big deal if I borrow one?" You both felt some relief realising that Chloe remained oblivious to your true nature. "I don't like lending things in general. And you sweat so much it's ... not hygienic." Chloe chuckled. "Well, then I appreciate you making an exception for me. I'll try not to sweat on this one so much." And with that Chloe left the bedroom and walked out of the apartment, closing the door behind her. In the staircase she slipped off her right flip flop and picked it up. Holding you next to it she furrowed her brows realising you were too big to fit onto her insole. You felt her fingers grab both of your legs and bend them at the midpoint of your thighs, folding them underneath your body and against your back. Comparing you to the flip flop she seemed satisfied and crouched down. You felt yourself being placed onto the slightly damp foam insole of her flip flop, with the thong against the side of your neck, your head somewhere in the toe area and your body taking up the spots where the ball and arch of her foot would go. Most importantly though, Chloe's unintentional cruelty manifested in her adjustments to your lower body now positioning your private are almost precisely in the heel area. Staring up past the strap of her flip flop, up the curves of her legs, wide hips and voluminous chest you beheld the curvy blonde looking down at you with a sly smile showing her anticipation of using you for what she believed to be your intended and only purpose in life. Her foot soon filled your vision, her toes ducking under the strap, brushing your face, the smell filling your nostrils, and combined with the sight causing you to become erect. Her toes suddenly dug into your face, as she scrunched repeatedly, forcing the thong between her big and second toe, turning your face into clay paste in the process. Your erect penis stood tall under her heel still hovering while the ball of her foot flattened you into the insole with deliberate, focused pressure. Then her heel came down, without warning, hesitation or any hint of gentleness. You swore she had almost snapped your member in half as her heel brought down her weight on top of your shaft, forcing it painfully down onto your balls and folded legs. Standing on you she wiggled her toes on your face while her heel continued to flatten, squeeze and crush your cock and balls beneath her relentless weight. You felt the pressure shift towards her toes as she rocked her foot back and forth, feeling you under her sole, as you watched from between her toes how she smiled, clearly more satisfied with you this time compared to when she used you as her bathroom rug in the gym. Indeed, she quickly repeated what you now considered to be her signature move - squeezing you with her toes as hard as she could in an attempt to floss her toe spaces with the skin that was forced into them. When she lifted her toes you felt your face caved in by her digits, while other parts had been forced between her toes, resulting in you tasting and smelling the sweat both under and between her toes. All this, and she had not yet taken a single step on you. This changed quickly, as you went from one moment staring at her toes hovering above you while most of her weight threatened to pulverize your genitals, to her toes crashing into you, squeezing you as you watched from between them her body passing over you. Shortly after her body passed in the other direction as her toes lifted from your face, followed by her heel once again assaulting your manhood, the pressure rolling up the length of your penis starting at the tip, showing no mercy to your balls on the way, after which the ball of her foot joined the effort of crushing your body, before her toes did the same, thankfully relieving some pressure from your lower region. You had never felt a footstep so intensely, had never been so aware of each stage. Of Chloe's heel coming down first, causing explosive and unbearable pain which only increased as more of her weight came down, of the ball of her foot flattening your entire chest, forcing any slither of air out of your lungs, of her toes coming down on your face, squishing and squeezing your skin either into the indentations her toes had left on the insole, or into the spaces between her toes, all while you gasped for air as the pressure on your chest lessened, each breath from beneath and between her toes filled with the smell of her foot. This cycle changed one her way down the stairs, her feet dropping flat onto the descending steps, your entire body crushed at once with her full weight which rested on you as she moved her other foot. By the time she reached the bottom of the staircase, the battering beneath her sole had left you dazed, and only as the cycle returned to the gradual bottom to top crushing of your body, only when you felt her heel mercilessly compressing your cock and balls, were you forced to come back to your senses, your mind clearing up and though you wish it wasn't so - experiencing the full extend of Chloe walking on you. From between her toes the occasional ray of sunshine hit your eyes, though for you that only meant one thing - heat. Indeed, even in flip flops, Chloe's feet managed to sweat. Her heel now not only crushed your manhood senselessly, the salty foot sweat began to irritate your sensitive area, only heightening the pain you felt when Chloe brought her heel back down on it. Meanwhile her toes generously rubbed and spread her foot sweat across your face, forcing it into your nostrils, your eyes and your mouth. Again you found yourself forced to drink her sweat just to be able to breathe. And as the summer sun bore down on you and her foot, you actively licked her toes, worshipping them, peering up from between them at Chloe, taking no notice of your tongue caressing her toes and licking her sweat, as she unintentionally rewarded your effort and dedication by walking on you, crushing your balls and cock, forcing the air from your lungs and making you inhale her foot stench.