Chapter #9Zuri's Turn in the Fashion Show by: Steamgear   “Luke would look great stuck to a pair of my sandals,” Zuri said excitedly as she ran out of the room, leaving Luke, Emma, and Jessie alone.
“Well Luke, you’re gonna have fun. One time I had to clean Zuri’s tennis shoes when she came back from playing in a rain and they really stunk. For a girl who’s bathed so many imaginary friends, that surprises me.” Jessie began to explain with a smirk which quickly disappeared as she lapsed into thought.
“Ewww….” Emma squealed, “I don’t want to touch Zuri’s sweaty sandals,” she said with a look of disgust.
“Relax, Emma, these ones are clean,” Zuri remarked as she reentered the door, now carrying a pair of white sandals, “And I have a great idea for them!”
“Hey Zuri, what’s your idea?” Jessie asked with a smile.
“Well, Emma, I want you to glam up my sandals with these,” Zuri explained as she held up a bag of plastic jewels.
“Ewww….” Emma squealed yet again, “Bedazzling is terrible fashion,” she argued after her outburst, “And those aren’t even real jewels.”
“So?” Zuri asked, “I’m not wasting the real stuff if Luke is involved. And if you don’t want to do this, we can just play with Luke in my room.”
“Come on, Emma, it won’t be that bad,” Jessie commented
“Ugh….fine,” Emma replied after a moment, caving under the combined pressure of her nanny and adoptive sister.
Luke was set down on Emma’s desk and a moment later the bag of fake gems and colossal sandals were slammed down to either side of them. The eldest Ross boy staggered backwards as the objects shook the desk. Each of Zuri’s shoes was bigger than his room in the penthouse. They were white sandals with pink soles and a number of straps criss-crossing over it to hold the young girl’s foot in the shoe. The bag of beds on the other hand seemed like it would dwarf the penthouse at normal size. Though his awe in this quickly faded as a deafening bang like a meteorite hitting the earth knocked him on his backside. Looking up, Luke saw that his adoptive older sister had just set down a daunting tower-like bottle. Squinting and straining, he managed to read out “Fabric Glue” on the label.
Emma uncapped the bottle of fabric glue and dug into the bag of fake gems, and one by one she began attaching the gems to the sandals in a symmetrical systematic fashion. She occasionally cringed as she attached a gem, merely because she didn’t like the fashion style. As she worked, Jessie and Zuri looked over her shoulder, their eyes and smiles directed towards Luke. The tiny teen felt as though their eyes told him he didn’t have a chance at escaping his fate. The two girls seemed to take turns taunting Luke as Emma worked.
“My tootsies are tired, when do I get to rub Luke here against them?” Zuri asked at one point, her toes unconsciously clenching down below.
“Hey Luke, how long can you hold your breath? It’d be kinda weird if you suffocated on Zuri’s foot stench,” Jessie joked, causing Emma to gag a little bit.
Luke was assaulted by taunts like this for at least five minutes, before Emma finally pinched her adoptive younger brother between her fingers. Luke flailed around in response, but his struggles became more and more difficult after Emma held him beneath the bottle of fabric glue. With a strong squeeze, Emma coated Luke’s body from the neck down in the sticky white paste. His movements were slowed as the glue began to dry. Emma’s hand moved inside Zuri’s sandal, where two large globs of glue where already dropped onto the strap that would run directly between Zuri’s first two toes. Emma pushed Luke’s back against these drops and the tiny boy quickly felt the cold viscous liquid coat his back and quickly begin drying. It wasn’t long before the all the glue had dried, immobilizing Luke and sticking him to the shoe.
“All done, Zuri,” Emma said as she handed the modified sandals over to her sister, “Now put them on and let’s shot some photos.”
Zuri excitedly complied, first slipping on the left sandal, the one without a shrunken person glued to it. Luke was then dropped on the floor with a solid thud. To his right, Luke could see Zuri’s ebony toes wriggling in the girly sandals, clenching and unclenching as if to show Luke what would soon happen to him. Luke didn’t have to stew in anticipation for very long at all, Zuri’s dark-skinned foot quickly formed its way into the sandal, her toes making beeline for the tiny decoration. Luke let out a frantic scream which was quickly silenced as his body was jammed between Zuri’s toes.
Zuri giggled above as Luke’s screams tickled her foot. Her toes instinctively clenched together, forcing Luke’s face into the wrinkled flesh that lay between her toes. His nose burned as he inhaled the reek of Zuri’s feet. The young girl was unbelievably active and typically worked up sweat and grim as she played. The result was the sour odor Luke was currently being forced to inhale as Zuri presented her sandal clad feet to Emma’s camera as it flashed and clicked every few seconds.
Zuri posed and smiled innocently in response to the camera. As a result of this poses, Luke was put in a variety of dizzying positions. Even with her feet flat against the ground during a few shots, Luke was treated to the young girl’s dark toes rhythmically drumming, with Luke’s body ground between them, even the thin layer of glue unable to protect him from the painful burn it gave him. At one point, Zuri even insisted on posing like a ballerina. The entire weight of the ten-year old African girl was forced down on Luke. Normally doing this, would cause the toe strap to dig painfully between her toes. Instead, the strap pushed into Luke’s back and he was bulldozed into Zuri’s toe cleavage. For about five seconds, he was forced to directly take in the stench of Zuri’s smelly foot, breathing in nothing else but it. When Zuri finally ended this pose, Luke breathed hard, in between gags as the foul sweaty air flooded his lungs.
“Okay Zuri, we’re all done,” Emma said after what Luke felt to be a lifetime.
Zuri frowned, clearly still enjoying the feeling of Luke being helplessly trapped between her toes. Regardless she reached down and unbuckled the sandals, then, as she was in the habit of doing, kicked them off. The sandals hit the wall of Emma’s room with a heavy thud then fell to the ground. Luke was knocked unconscious upon impact, with Zuri and the other two girls gasping as his shoe hit the wall.
As he woke up, Luke hoped that everything he had been through had all been a bad dream. Even though his bones ached from the weight of Emma’s ass, his nose burned from the smell of Zuri’s feet, and his mind reeled from the idea of being nearly squashed between his nanny’s boobs. Of course, he quickly learned it wasn’t a dream as he looked up to see…
Choice 1: Zuri and Jessie (Luke had been brought to Zuri’s room while Emma types up her fashion article. Zuri and Jessie are going to force Luke through his own fashion show by dressing him in embarrassing doll’s clothes.)
Choice 2: Emma and Jessie (Jessie has convinced Emma to do one more fashion style with Luke, but asked Zuri to leave for it. Emma has agreed to sew Luke into the crotch of one of Jessie’s favorite bikinis.)
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