Chihiro's Temp Job

Wonders never cease as Chihiro, isolated and alone at her new job at the bathhouse, finds herself shrunken! Luckily, Lin is here to save the day by putting in the hard work to search for a way to break the curse! Definitely. Right?

Tags:

Mouthplay, footplay, dehumanization, smothering, ambiguous ending

Author's Note: A short Spirited Away drabble from the Discord. Hope you like seeing Chihiro used as a ped-egg!

"Ugh, hold still, Sen! Ahhhhh..."

"Ah-ah!! Stop, no, g-gross! I don't want to—"

Chihiro's mouth abruptly pursed as her flailing legs were suddenly caught inside of Lin's red, puckered lips. Immediately, she felt the woman's slimy tongue coat everything from her toes, soles, ankles, all the way up to just below the knee.

"Hnnnnggggggg...!" The warm and wet sensation made Chihiro bristle, and she closed her eyes. Caught in Lin's grip, the girl couldn't struggle, and she saw no use in screaming, but that didn't make this any more bearable. Still, Chihiro was nothing if not resilient. So she accepted it as Lin's mouth traveled further, and further, and further up her body, coating her robes in more and more saliva until—

"Oop!"

Plop!

Chihiro had been entirely engulfed into Lin's mouth.

"Mmmmmmm," Lin mused. She lapped at the diminutive girl with her tongue, nibbling lightly with her teeth, swishing her between her cheeks and drowning her in the pool of saliva. Then, flavor duly sampled, Lin carefully swallowed the excess spit before opening her mouth and rolling her tongue out like the red carpet. Chihiro was holding onto the tongue like a raft, face pressed against the layer of taste buds. When she opened her eyes, she realized that Lin had her hand held out in front of her mouth, and she was inviting Chihiro onto the surface.

Tentatively at first, Chihiro slackened her arm-grip around Lin's outstretched tongue, sliding along the pliable surface downward as the tongue shrunk and shrunk before terminating in its prehensile bulbous tip and relinquishing Chihiro to the warm softness of Lin's hand. "Welp, Sen... that's just about the only purification ritual I've got up my sleeve."

Lin clocked Chihiro's dull expression. Even drenched in saliva, it was impossible to mistake that face.

Lin, of course, took offense. "What?! It was a serious ritual! There happen to be almost a dozen spiritual maladies that can be cured by the tried-and-true tongue bath, the things really do work wonders."

Chihiro ignored her and breathed a huff of hot air that nevertheless did nothing to unstick the wet locks of hair adhered to her cheeks. Lin's eyes narrowed as she examined "Sen", looking vulnerable as ever, soaked in spit and shame yet trying not to show it. That babyish face... those slightly-too-far-apart eyes... they gave her such a rabbit-like visage, that for a brief moment Lin considered the possibility of adopting Sen as a pet. She bit her lip as Sen tried in vain to clean herself up.

Chihiro pleaded, "Let's... get the Boiler Man. I'm sure he'll know what to do."

Lin suddenly looked away, as if she'd just smelled something rancid. "Mister Kamaji? Eh, I'd rather not swing by his place... it's, um, possible I owe him for one too many beers."

"Then that frog guy? The old lady? I dunno, anyone. Someone's gotta know how to fix—"

"Psst, psst, hey! Could you be a bit louder? I don't think you woke up the rest of 'em!"

True to her word, Chihiro noticed behind Lin the beginnings of a stirring amongst her fellow coworkers in the bathhouse.

A yawn emanated through the quarters. "L-Lin... is that you?"

"Y-yes!" Lin chirped, suddenly clasping Chihiro in both her hands. "Just, ah, practicing my guest greetings! Hi, and welcome! Would you be interested in our full-service treatment today?"

Groggy and discombobulated, the disembodied voice responded. "W-well... practice a..." The involuntary yawn. "A bit... quieter..." The owner of the voice flopped back down on her pillow.

Lin breathed a sigh of relief. Then, she opened her hands. Chihiro was flustered and shivering from having been clapped so suddenly. "You didn't have to do that, you know..." Chihiro wanted to sound defiant, and offended... but on the inside, she was frankly just hurt.

"Yeah, yeah, yeah, sorry, sorry... my bad." Lin did feel a pang of guilt for the poor thing. It wasn't her fault she got shrunken—okay, scratch that. In all honesty, it was probably her fault. Poking her nose in places she didn't belong. Pissing off the wrong spirits. Messing with forces that she didn't understand. Lin wasn't the girl's babysitter of course, and she couldn't keep watch over her day in and day out. Still, considering none of her sisters seemed particularly interested in taking the girl under their collective wing... Lin supposed the duty fell to her.

Still, that didn't mean she couldn't have a little fun.

"Hey, Sen... I've got an idea."

"To help change me back?" Chihiro looked up hopefully.

"N-no... maybe? J-just hear me out for a second," said Lin, and she placed Chihiro on the carpeted tatami. Cross-legged, Lin interlocked her fingers in front of her face as she stared down Chihiro.

"S-so..." she said in a low voice. "I don't know how to turn you back. But. But-but-but... I may just be able to give you a way to keep working."

"Keep... working?" Briefly, Chihiro imagined skittering around the fur coats of their more endowed spirit guests and dislodging entrenched odds and ends that found their way embedded into their respective dermises. It wasn't pleasant, and Chihiro's face scrunched. Lin clocked Chihiro's skepticism. "Don't be like that!" she insisted. "It's not what you think, I swear. It's..."

Two rough smacks shocked Chihiro to attention. She realized she was now being cornered on either side of her by two feet, flat on the mat, affixed to two ankles and shins that rose to points above her before dipping back into Lin's hips. Lin stared down at the girl with a sheepish smile.

"My feet."

"Your feet?" Chihiro was more confused than concerned.

Lin nodded. "These babies get... sore. Like, really sore. I'm thinking you can stay here with my things, I can even carve out a nook for you where no one can find you in the day. But at night..."

"You want me to..." Chihiro sized up Lin's feet. On the girl they were long to a mildly unusual degree, nothing remarkable, but still noticeable. At Chihiro's size, her body from head to toe could perhaps reach a bit less than two fifths the span from her longest toe to the heel. Put simply, even for a girl with Chihiro's work ethic, trying to massage those feet would've been an impossible task. "You want me to rub them?"

Then Lin's face split into a devilish grin, and without warning, her feet turned inward, clasping the girl between the soles as Lin kneaded Chihiro like a ball of tacky dough.

"MPH—MMHHFF—MGH, MHF, FFFMMG—"

"Oh, oh yeah, that's the ticket right there," Lin swooned, slowing down her assault just enough for Chihiro to hear her. "Being on my feet all day is killer. What I needed was some sort of ball that could stretch them out, keep them limber. Helps against cramps and stuff, you know? Now, I don't have a stress ball... but I do have the next best thing. You!"

"FFMM, MRFFHHH!! MHF! FMH! FRMHH—" Another rough slap as both feet affixed to each other like magnets. "Okay, you've really gotta stop screaming out so loud." Lin looked furtively behind her back. When it was all clear, she sighed again and continued whispering. "Look, to be entirely honest, it's either this or I keep you inside my jewelry box every night. C'mon, my feet are so soft I bet it doesn't even hurt!"

In truth, Chihiro was most upset by the fact that she was right. It was humiliating, demeaning, dehumanizing, and objectifying. But the one thing being between Lin's feet wasn't... was painful. She sniffed. She'd never felt so alone before, and now, being shrunken had made her situation ten times worse.

"Awww..." Lin's heart broke. "Chin up, kiddo... look, I'll start asking around the place for info on how to turn you back. You'll be on the floor mopping with the rest of us in no time! But until then..." Lin's big toe gave Chihiro's face a rough rub, feeling the still damp residue on her visage. Chihiro cringed a bit before rubbing her eyes once the toe retreated. "You can familiarize yourself with these piggies," Lin said with a smirk.

Chihiro sighed. It was dehumanizing. But... as she'd learned throughout this entire ordeal, there are worse fates in this world than a little hard work. Even if that work saw you turned into a human stress ball.

"O...kay," Chihiro said. She nodded upwards to a flummoxed Lin. "I'll do it. I'll... be your toy."

"Wait, for real? I-I mean, that's right! You made the right choice, kiddo!" Lin wasn't exactly looking for Sen's acquiescence. She was going to use the girl as a stress toy with or without her consent. But having the consent made what she was about to do feel a whole lot easier.

And suddenly, Lin got back to rubbing her feet against one another, carefully measuring the strength of the blows to keep their combined toy from slipping out between them. Front and back and sideways, Chihiro's body was flipped round and round as her face (and every other inch of her) became deeply familiar with Lin's foot, to say nothing of the five toes. The scent of work wafted off of them, and it invaded Chihiro's lungs more and more with each passing moment.

Lin leaned on her wrists and swooned. "A girl could get used to this. Ahhhh... But, uh, yeah! Don't you worry, Sen. I'll get started on that search for information tomorrow... maybe."

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