Clay Human

A Day with Chloe II : Crushing Realisation

When Chloe entered her apartment, you had endured the trip inside her flip flop, your face still smashed under her heel and your balls cushioning her toes, your stiff shaft painfully bent up and pinned against your abdomen under the ball of her foot. She briefly wiped her feet on the doormat, then dropped her bag and went into the bathroom to refresh her face with a splash of water. With your face flattened and plastered to her heel, you were denied any glimpses up at her beyond the bottom of her heel as it rose with her steps, before you were smacked against it and then crushed beneath it. Chloe went into her bedroom and stopped before her drawers, going through them and putting together a suitable outfit. When she then slipped off her flip flops and you saw the clothes she held in her arms, you blushed in anticipation of what you were about to witness. But you were mistaken. Out from under her bare feet you lay still smothered into the insole of her flip flop, her perfect foot print stamped into you, and you looked up at the blonde. She met your eyes. A smug smile crept onto her lips as she dropped the clothes on you. "Put those on." she said, her words startling you. Did she say that to you? This time it was hard to think otherwise. Indeed, when you listened for more clues, for anything else she would say, anything that might clear this up, you instead heard her bare feet walking out of the bedroom, followed by the door closing.

Free from her flip flop you had gotten up and dug your way out of the pile of clothes she had buried you beneath. As you moved, the still stinging pain in your private area painfully reminded you of Chloe's work day - a memory you would rather forget about. Just as you would like to forget your erection. You were honestly baffled your body somehow decided these hours of tortures were enjoyable. At the same time, though, there was something about Chloe's cold indifference and relentless way of using you as she thought you were supposed to be used. You wouldn't want to experience it again, but it was, in a way, an exciting change of pace from your girlfriend's sweet and reluctant behaviour. Feeling the stinging burn in your balls, however, you already looked forward to getting back home, back to Lucy's gentleness. The door suddenly opened, though just a little, as Chloe peaked in. "Hurry up. Those clothes are from my ex, they should fit alright." And she closed the door again. You stood there, staring at the door, naked, erect dick in your hand, your balls burning, and your turned a violent crimson. Chloe knew.

While not your style, the white shirt and black shorts she had given you did indeed fit you fine, once you had grown yourself back to your full size, that is. Still, despite the clothes you felt utterly naked and frankly, scared, as you stared at the door of Chloe's bedroom, unable to bring yourself to open it. Did Chloe actually know? When did she find out? And what the hell was she going to do to you now? The door opened and you jumped, recoiling from the blonde, who was visibly amused by your reaction. "C'mon." she said and walked back over into her living room, leaving the door wide open. Swallowing hard and adjusting the bulge in your shorts, you followed her. She sat on her white couch with her feet pulled up next to her and she indicated for you to sit opposite her. Once seated you looked around her living room, the white carpet, dark grey curtains. Everything followed a bright and dark theme made out of gently contrasting shades of dark and light grey. When you met Chloe's eyes, the blue in them almost glowing thanks to the white couch reflecting most of the daylight up at her, you had to admit finding her both rather attractive - and intimidating. "It's ... nice to meet you, Clayton." she said and glanced down. "Then again, this is hardly our first meeting." she said and her eyes met yours again. Biting your lip you cleared your throat and began to apologise and explain yourself.

"Hey," Chloe didn't raise her voice, but she silenced you nonetheless, "Chill. You don't need to apologise." she said earnestly. You were surprised at that and told her you expected her to be really mad. She furrowed her brows. "Really mad? Nah ... quite mad, maybe." She suddenly shifted her seating position, stretching out one leg, putting her foot up on the coffee table between you and her, presenting her bare foot. The one you had been under. "I'm sure you noticed that." she said as she smiled and looked at her toes and flexed them. You swallowed, trying not to stare at her foot too plainly. You asked her when she figured it out. Both brows raised she inhaled: "I don't know, maybe," and she looked at you, "When Lulu handed me her tiny naked boyfriend?" She chuckled as you blushed. "I had some suspicions before, but this time you guys didn't even try to hide it." You explained the circumstances with you waking shortly before she and Lucy arrived and noted you were surprised she still used you. "Oh, I was mad at you. From my point of view, I was handed a tiny naked pervert trying to take advantage of my unawareness - plus I then realised that you'd already done that before, when I borrowed you the first time." You nodded and rubbed the back of your neck, telling her she was right, but also asking why she didn't seem to be mad anymore. She furrowed her brows again and glanced at your bulge. "I'm sorry, did you somehow not notice what I did to you all day? You think I did that on accident?" You turned a violent red and instinctively pressed your thighs together while Chloe suppressed her laughter. "Oh yeah, that was intentional. It felt amazing at first, with all your squirming and your bits under my," she stopped herself, covering her mouth when she saw the colour drain from your face as you recalled the experience, "sorry, I'm not trying to give you flashbacks. Let's just say, I got my "revenge" so to say, and honestly I felt bad pretty quickly. That's why I flipped you before putting you in my work shoes." You remembered the sweaty hot prison her high heel had been, with your face caved in by her heel which suffocated you as you desperately licked her foot sweat. At the moment you felt disinclined to tell her any of that. "Can I ... ask what it's like? I don't think I want to know, but ... I'm just morbidly curious, I guess?" Feeling both embarrassed and hesitant to outline the full extent of the torture she had inflicted on you, you politely told her she was better of not knowing. "Yeah, you're probably right. Then ... did you like it at least? Not the ... crushing, but the rest of the day? I mean, you probably enjoyed being in my running shoe the other day." Your mind raced as you tried to disguise your slight panic as merely thinking about your answer, then described the experience as "intense". Chloe gave you a pitying smile. "So you kinda enjoyed it, but it was also too much." The way she said it sounded tired, rehearsed, as if she had said it before. Noticing your look, she elaborated: "My ex was into feet, too. And ... I don't judge, first of all, I ... I want to make my partner happy as best as I can. That ... meant that whenever he wanted us to try one of his fantasies, I ... tried really hard." she laughed, though she looked rather more embarrassed than amused. "I," she smiled as she recalled, "left him a little worse for wear. You know ... scratches and red marks from my high heels ... sore tongue ... I tend to go all in, yeah?" You nodded, as your experience absolutely confirmed that statement. "Anyways, I'm not mad at you, or Lucy. It is weird to be drawn into ... your kinky fantasies like that, but," biting her lip she smiled at you, "You're really fucking comfortable." You awkwardly thanked her for the compliment. "I hope it's not too much of a nightmare to be worn by me." she said and got up, checking her phone. "About time we head out." she added and looked at you, waiting for something. "Shrink down." Your eyes widened and your response was simply "huh". Chloe raised her chin a little, her eyes narrowed and a sly smile spread onto her lips. "I've got you for the whole day, remember?" Your jaw dropped and for a good while, you didn't know what to do. "Let's make this clear - I don't plan on deceiving Lulu into thinking I haven't found out. We are going to talk about this - the three of us. But I've got plans for the afternoon and the evening, and revealing this kinky truth isn't part of them. Now shrink down." You obeyed without thinking about it, shrinking down to a height where you barely reached her ankles. You told her you understood that she didn't want to cancel her plans, but asked if you could instead stay at her apartment. She shrugged and said: "I guess you could." Then she approached you and knocked you over with her foot, resting it on top of you as you looked up at her from between her toes. "Or you can come along as my insole - without me crushing your manhood this time." She lifted her toes and her foot a little, showing that you weren't being forced. You considered it, feeling tired from the morning, but even more so tempted by her bare sole hovering above you, the smell of her feet filling your nostrils, a pleasant, alluring aroma in this more modest concentration. "Your choice." she said and moved her foot back, then began to walk away. She only made it a few steps before she felt you tackle her bare heel.