Chigusa unaware shoe entrapment

>ask Chigusa if she could put you inside her shoe
>she tells you no, wondering why you'd ever want to do that considering what everyone she knows thinks of her feet
>disregard her disapproval to your request and try to make your way into her shoe anyways
>Chigusa's perplexed and slightly miffed that you ignored her but doesn't actively try to prevent you from your endeavors
>climb up and make your way inside her shoe, nestling between the tongue of her shoe and the top of her sock as you nap on the soft cotton fibers of her sock
>she eventually has to go to her next class
>as Chigusa begins to make her way to gym class, your sleeping body's jostled around, waking you up as you were slipping down into the side of her shoe in your groggy state
>try to hold onto the fibers of her sock but the intense jostling caused by her walking prevents you from keeping a stable grip
>the upward and downward movements of her somewhat loose shoes eventually causes you to gradually slip under the arch of her foot
>finally under Chigusa's foot, the smell inside her shoe seems to increase tenfold as from being heavily smothered between the bottom of her dirty sock and the insole of her well worn shoe
>Chigusa's weight also begins to take its toll on you as the pressure from each of her steps causes the arch of that foot to press in on you, briefly smothering you into her somewhat damp insole
>reaching the locker room, Chigusa briefly slides her feet out of he shoes as she changes into her gym uniform
>with Chgusa's foot vacating the shoe, you finally have your opportunity to climb out and escape the hell you've brought upon yourself but you're so battered and beaten from being repeatedly stepped on that you're unable to muster the strength to travel to and climb the heel of the shoe
>putting her gym uniform on, Chigusa absentmindedly slides her foot back inside her footwear and had already forgotten about the tiny passenger who doomed himself to the confines of of her malodorous shoe not even 10 minutes ago
>the trace light coming from the opening of the shoe goes dim once again as Chigusa's sock clad foot appears at then enters through the opening, quickly sliding towards you.
>you can't even muster up an effort of a defense as her big and second toe easily bulldozes your body away from the arch of her shoe, dragging you closer and closer to the toe section and eventually steamrolling over you
>now trapped under her sock, between the ball of her foot, the arch of her toes and the insole that's already somewhat damp, the putrid smell that you thought you'd gotten used to seems to be even thicker
>mustering up your strength, you attempt to fight and flail at Chigusa's foot but aren't even sure of she can feel your struggles through her sock
>getting the second of her shoes on, Chigusa walks over to the gymnasium, pounding you under the arch of her toes the entire way
>once her teacher arrives, she's ordered with the rest of her classmates to go through various stretches
>lastly, Chigusa raises the foot you were stuck to behind herself, grabbing it and holding it in place while she stands on one foot for a few seconds
>the sudden flip left you disorientated again as the forces of gravity, slight amount of space being granted by her shoe's new position and the gentle slope of her foot caused you to slowly slide down onto the ball of her socked foot
>the pressure on your tiny form instantly goes from 0 to 6000 as Chigusa suddenly brings her foot back to the ground, placing the entirety of her weight on you as she repeats the process with her opposite foot to complete her last stretch
>standing on both feet again and slightly lowering the amount of weight on you, you had thought that would be the worst of it until you heard the muffled voice of an older person and you swear you could have hear the word "5 laps"
>there was another brief second of weightlessness as Chigusa's foot completely pulverized you under her foot as she made the first of many steps in a lazy attempt of a jog
>Chigusa always hated running laps, she was never much of a sprinter and knew the teacher wouldn't care as long as she finished so she would always jog along fairly slowly to conserve her energy
>stomp after stomp, you thought there was no way it could possibly get any worse, but it did.
>jogging around the gymnasium, Chigusa's foot had started both get warmer and begin to sweat through her sock, making it and the clammy, sweat stained fabric of her insole heat up in addition to becoming coated in the "fresh" essence of her foot just like you were
>five short laps were more than enough to tire Chigusa as she came to a rest a minute after the last student other than her finished as her teacher explained what they'd be doing for the rest of the period
>thankfully for you and her, they would be playing softball today
>Chigusa loved softball more than any of the other sports, entirely because she could stand around in the outfield, outside of the range of where the other students could hit. She could also lazily swing at the ball three times before going back to loitering around whenever she was up to bat
>unfortunately for you, you still had to deal with being trapped in her swampy miasma of a shoe which was on the verge of suffocating you, pinned under her unimaginable weight while she stood and walked around on you for another 40 minutes
>Chigusa reentered the locker room, going about the process to change into her usual attire including the removal of her shoes again
>after nearly an hour of being pounded under Chigusa's weight during gym class, you were practically plastered onto sock as she slowly slid it out of her shoe
>or you would have been if not for the friction of her sock sliding against the insole, slowly peeling you off; brushing roughly against the rim of the shoe while you're passing completely peels you off her sock and has you tumbling down and landing face up on her heel
>completely exhausted and beaten into submission by a high schooler's foot, you regretted ever ignoring her warning and climbing into her shoe in the first place, especially after missing your chance of freedom
>unlike earlier, you were able to finally being able to look at the air above the shoe, even getting somewhat of a up-skirt view as Chigusa changed clothes above you
>sitting down at the bench again preparing to put her shoes back on, Chigusa happened to look down into the shoe you were trapped in, spotting you looking up at her
>the two of you locked eyes for several seconds, wondering what would happen next
>you mustered up whatever energy you had left to frantically wave up at her as some sort of signal but she didn't seem to respond, she just continued to stare down at you with a blank expression of her face
>Chigusa shifted a bit in her seat and reached down to you but instead of her hand like you were expecting, it was her socked foot coming back for round 2
>you felt crushed, both literally and figuratively as Chigusa seemingly ignored you, opting to stuff her sweaty foot back into the shoe, grinding you into the heel of her insole as her foot shuffled around putting both of her shoes back on from that seated position
>walking off to her next class, Chigusa was sure she'd forget about her tiny intruder again. "Oh well; it can't be helped" she thought as she went about the rest of her school day, uncaring of whether you'd be trapped there for just the rest of the day or much longer than that.