Gobdyn had lost track of the days and weeks that had passed ever since that hefty book fell on top of him. With just one mistaken bump into the bookshelf, his whole body hopelessly scrunched away. He was pinned under that book for hours before his goombified form managed to claw out from under it, long enough for the pressure to lock his body into that squished shape: until somebody gives him a good YANK on the head he has absolutely no way to reform himself. Given that he has no hands to reach or use the door to his room anymore, no windows to be seen through, and no way to unlock his house, it was gonna be a long haul before his arms and body ever saw the light of day again.
Not that you could even tell this was an accident with how glad Gobdyn seemed trapped like this. He would waddle around the room and feel the quakes through his feet as his soles PLAPPED on the hard wooden floor; he would play with the mindless beetles that slid into his room and giggle as they crawled over his soles; he would even try to pick things up and try to use his clumsy feet like hands, his latest project being to try and use a key to open the lock on his chest. Even after weeks, he still hadn’t gotten the key end into the lock before it slipped out of his toes, but he won’t give up!
His absolute favorite pastime had to be sitting on his ankles, scrumptious soles between his face, wiggling his toes. For hours, he would feel his muscles flex, watch the wrinkles in his soles appear and disappear; he especially loved to test the range of his toes by spaying them out as far as possible, then having the toetips hug the balls of his feet as his arches became a gorgeous sea of scrunched rippling flesh. Sometimes he would even lick the sole of his foot to feel the tingly scrub of his tongue and the cool salvia drench his soles.
Gobdyn knew how helpless he was like this, and he loved every second of it. It might be years before somebody would come to save him; it’s possible that nobody will ever find him trapped in his room and he’ll spend the rest of his days stuck with nothing but his head and tootsies able to move.
And to Gobdyn, that wouldn’t be such a bad fate to have…
Another piece I got along side the character from
tehsquishyray. I think he really likes being stuck like that...!
Not that you could even tell this was an accident with how glad Gobdyn seemed trapped like this. He would waddle around the room and feel the quakes through his feet as his soles PLAPPED on the hard wooden floor; he would play with the mindless beetles that slid into his room and giggle as they crawled over his soles; he would even try to pick things up and try to use his clumsy feet like hands, his latest project being to try and use a key to open the lock on his chest. Even after weeks, he still hadn’t gotten the key end into the lock before it slipped out of his toes, but he won’t give up!
His absolute favorite pastime had to be sitting on his ankles, scrumptious soles between his face, wiggling his toes. For hours, he would feel his muscles flex, watch the wrinkles in his soles appear and disappear; he especially loved to test the range of his toes by spaying them out as far as possible, then having the toetips hug the balls of his feet as his arches became a gorgeous sea of scrunched rippling flesh. Sometimes he would even lick the sole of his foot to feel the tingly scrub of his tongue and the cool salvia drench his soles.
Gobdyn knew how helpless he was like this, and he loved every second of it. It might be years before somebody would come to save him; it’s possible that nobody will ever find him trapped in his room and he’ll spend the rest of his days stuck with nothing but his head and tootsies able to move.
And to Gobdyn, that wouldn’t be such a bad fate to have…
Another piece I got along side the character from
tehsquishyray. I think he really likes being stuck like that...!
Category All / Paw
Species Dragon (Other)
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