“You
know what, I think I want to make you tiny.” Christina mussed over
the idea as she sat on the locker room bench while having Erica
massage her feet with her hands. Erica paused and looked up at
the pondering tormentor. The rest of the ladies in the locker room
didn’t so much as bat an eye at the fact that Erica was sitting
down in front of Christina, palming her foot in her hands like her
feet were the holy grail.
Erica
gulped at those words, “Ti-tiny?” Could she actually do
that?
“Mhmm,”
Christina answered closing her eyes as if to envision it. “You
know… like small. A little bit, like maybe the size of some
shoe lint? You know, just so your big enough to be under my
toes while I walk around… to truly worship my feet. I think
that would be nice,” Christina remarked with a smile on her face as
she watched Erica’s reaction.
“But...but,
you’ll crush me,” Erica whimpered at the thought. The very
feet she was holding in her hand, would be like mountains to her if
she were that small. To be shoved into Christina’s shoe at
that size would be a new torment she didn’t know she could
withstand. Erica’s worry was plain as day as she looked up
from the toes that Christine started to wiggle in her palms.
“Your joking, right,” Erica asked weakly afraid of the response.
Christina
looked more serious than usual, “You should know that I NEVER joke
when it comes to my feet.”
Erica
felt a shiver run up her spine. She… no way. She was
gonna kill her. This couldn’t be happening. It was bad
enough Christina was using her like this, but to shrink her down to
such a small size and proceed to step on her? Erica was
starting to freak out. “You-you can’t…” Erica
pleaded as she set the two feet down.
“...
Really? Are you sure about that,” Christina asked with a
taunt in her voice. She didn’t look mad, maybe disappointed
but not furious like Erica thought. Which only frightened her
more. Before Christina got Erica’s response, the bell rang
and the other girls started to leave the locker room. Being
that it was the end of the school day, everyone would start to head
home.
Erica
didn’t reply, but she got up and without looking back at Christina
hurried out the door in the crowd of women. She did her best
not to run or draw attention to her, but Erica had to put as much
distance between her and Christina. Erica didn’t even grab
her school books from her locker. She just headed for the main
doors and left the high school. She needed to get home, she
would be safe there and maybe Christina would forget about the whole
shrinking her and putting her in one of her shoes.
Erica’s
fears of something happening to her slowly died down to a simple
worry as nothing strange happened on the way home. Erica
thought that Christina was gonna come out from behind a wall or catch
up to her and force her to shrink to the size of a crumb. The
moment Erica got home she almost broke down into a cry of relief.
She was safe. Christina didn’t know where she lived.
Her, home was the only safe place for her.
Erica
almost screeched when her mother’s voice called out, “Is that you
Erica?”
“Y-yeah
mom,” Erica clutched her chest to calm down her heart, “Jesus you
scared me.”
Erica’s
mom continued to talk a few rooms away, “Me? What about you?
Slamming the door like that. You know how much I hate it when
you girls come home so loudly.”
“Uh
sorry mom,” Erica apologized as she did feel bad for shutting the
front door so loudly in her panic. Taking a few more calming
breaths, Erica headed into the kitchen where her mom was busy making
dinner for later tonight.
“How
was school,” She asked stirring a big pot of what could either be
stew or chili.
“Uh,
was…” horrible? No, she couldn’t alarm her mom like that,
so Erica used the same word as always, “School… nothing much
happened.” It was what Erica had told her parents since that
day Cgristina happened.
“Well
that’s good than sweetie,” Erica’s mom replied.
“Yeah,”
Erica muttered as she got a glass of water and started to drink it to
help from that near sprint home from school. Erica sipped on
the water, letting it cool and calm herself down. “Your day
was fine,” Erica asked just making small talk till she felt better
with the water.
“Yeah,
it wasn’t too bad,” Erica’s mom responded as she stirred and
added some ingredients to the mixture. As she went on talking,
Erica half-listen to her mom. If anything it was noise to help
her forget this afternoon. Finally just as Erica was done with
her water and about to leave her mom called out, “Oh, Erica, by the
way, can you do me a favor?”
“Uh,
sure mom, what?” Erica asked wondering what it could be.
“It’s
been a long day and was wondering,” she remarked not turning around
as she continued with the pot on the stove, “Do you mind smelling
my feet? Do they stink? I would hate that they smelled
when your father got home.”
Erica
just shrugged, “Sure I guess.” Erica headed back toward her
mom and started to kneel down. She saw the sock-less feet
standing still, and leaned in to give it a good sniff. “They
smell fine to me,” Erica muttered.
Wait…
What?
Her mom’s feet smelled fine? WHAT WAS SHE DOING?!
Erica
felt her heart explode as her eyes went wide and she stood up so fast
she felt her head get woozy.
Erica’s
mom, on the other hand, sighed, “Oh that’s good, I was worried
that I should had washed them after all that walking in the store
today.” Erica’s mom didn’t act like asking her daughter
to smell her bare feet was any more abnormal than what the weather
was like today.
Erica
on the other hand was in mid panic attack as she almost felt sick to
her stomach. Why was this happening? What was going on?!
Not
saying a word, Erica started to head for the stairs. She needed
to get to her room, it might be the only safe-
The
front door opened and Erica paused for the briefest of moments.
Erica spotted Jasmine, her younger sister, coming home from school.
She had brought two friends with her, Lori and Megen. Erica
watched as all three girls came in through the front door, dressed in
their lacrosse gear.
“Mom
I’m home,” Jasmine announced as she let her friends in.
“Oh,
you too sweetie?”
Erica
was about to head up the stairs when she heard her sister say, “Oh
hey sis. Just who we were looking for.” Erica felt the
balls of her feet feel immediately glue to the ground as their
attention was placed on her. Erica wanted to plead or say
something, but it was like she was paused in time and reality.
“Hey mom, me and the girls are gonna go hang out for a bit in my
room,” Jasmine announced.
“Do
you want any snacks or-” Erica’s mom called out.
“Oh,
yes please,” Jasmine called out sounding excited, “We had a rough
practice today, our coach ran us like dogs.” Jasmine joked.
Lori
added in, “Sweaty dog, God I’m so sticky,” She laughed.
Megen
nodded, “Gonna need to take a long bath.”
“Alright,
we should head to my room, come on sis,” Jasmine responded as she
reached out and took hold of Erica’s hand like she was a lost
child. Erica now could start moving, but it was only allowed to
follow her sister. Her words were still fumbling around in her
mouth as she couldn’t outright say anything. Instead, she
followed after her sister, while the other two walking behind her.
Erica could smell the stench all around her as the faint fumes of the
sweaty girls started to swarm her each attacking her nose with it’s
stinky presence. Erica knew her sister was on the varsity
team. She always practiced hard and would come home reeking of
hard work. Sometimes the whole house would smell like that for
a few hours after she got back. Being this close to her body
only made it more pungent than normal.
As
Erica tried to break out of her sister’s grip, it didn’t help as
she was tugged along to her sister’s room. Once inside
Jasmine walked her into the room before letting go of her arm.
Before Erica could try to bolt for the door, Megen, the last one in,
closed it. It was now that Erica was effectively locked in her
sister’s bedroom.
Lori
took a seat on the ground and let out a tired sigh, “Oooo it feels
good to sit down. My feet are crying.”
“You
and me both,” Megen agreed, collapsing next to her teammate.
Jasmine took her desk chair as a seat before spinning around.
All three girls formed a triangle around Erica. “So, like,
can we clean up? I feel so dirty.” Lori asked.
Jasmine
shrugged, “Sure who first?”
“Well
obviously me,” Lori blurted out.
Erica
felt her knees collapse as she kneeled to the floor and turned toward
Lori who just sat there with her sock-covered feet in full display.
Lori didn’t even look as she pulled her book bag off her back, “You
guys want to wrap up our homework? Math is gonna be a killer.”
“Good
idea,” Megen agreed as she and Jasmine started to get out
similar-looking math books. Erica on the other hand felt her
body lean forward till she was laying on the ground. Her face
was inches away from the once white, but now dirty and almost
greyish-colored socks. The rank hot smell of perspiration
emitted from the soles of Lori felt like heat waves. Erica
could feel the temperature being a few degrees warmer than the actual
room. Still, Erica couldn’t stop herself as she slowly drew
closer to the socked feet, especially the toes. Suddenly
Jamsine’s door opened and their mom came in.
“MOM!”
Erica cried out.
Her
mother didn’t even bat an eye, “Here you girls go, some fresh
juice and a snack! Aww are you all doing like a study group in
here? How nice. I’ll leave you all be.”
“Thanks,
mom,” Jasmine smiled at her before getting back to her homework,
“What’s the answer to problem three?”
Erica’s
begging voice was ignored as the door was closed leaving her be.
She was soon brought back to the fact that Lori’s foot were being
pushed into her face. The slimy wet feeling of sweat pressing
into her face was revolting. However, Erica leaned forward into
it. Her mouth opening and soon, her lips wrapped around Lori’s
big toe and her second toe. Erica wanted to puke but instead,
her mouth sucked. She was slurping up the still damp sock
sweat! She could feel the liquid being drained from the fabric
and into her mouth. Lori’s toe wiggled a little, but other
than that, she remained still as Erica gagged and cried over her
sucking the fabric. She couldn’t stop herself as she drained
each portion of the sock of sweat and whatever else covering it.
Erica could still feel how warm the salty dry fluid was. It
felt like finding a bottle of water, left out in the sun, and taking
a sip from it. The girls in the room kept up the causal
conversations, what this equation meant or how to solve that problem,
everything was normal, except having Jasmine’s older sister in the
room suckling off the dirty rotten sock on Lori’s foot.
Erica
knew she was done, cause she was able to pull back. Her face
was red from the effort she put into cleaning Lori’s sock feet.
Erica could still taste her breath. Each pant she breathed brought
back that smell of sweat she swallowed down.
“Oh
done already,” Megen asked.
Erica
thought she was talking about the math problems, as she was still out
of it. However the moment Lori nodded and got up, Erica’s
eyes peeked up at Megen swapping places with the other girl.
Erica again tried to speak but before she got a word out, Megen
slipped her dirty sock-covered foot into the open mouth. Erica
learned something horrible today, that not all sweat tastes the
same. Erica didn’t think she would be saying this, but she
wished that it was Lori’s sweat instead of Megen’s vile taste
filling her mouth. What was worse, was Erica was picking up
other subtle tastes on those toes, some grassy taste. Something
that must have been engraved into the sock from countless hours of
running on the grassy lacrosse field.
Suddenly
Megen pulled out her foot from Erica’s mouth. Erica naively
thought she was done, sadly she wasn’t. Megen was just
getting more comfortable as she propped her feet up on each other.
Now Erica was looking at both heels of the girls’ nasty cotton
footwear looming over her face. Sure enough there were patches
of different shades of old and new sweat speckled spots covering the
bottom of Megen’s feet. It looked like she must have walked
in only her socks across the grass field, cause there were
differently green marks littering her feet. Erica was only
spared a few moments before she felt herself leaning forward toward
the base of Megen’s heel. Erica tried to turn her head away,
but it wouldn’t budge as soon her tongue stuck out. Ever so
slowly Erica was forced to drag her tongue from the bottom of Megen’s
heel and pull it upward across the fuzzy sock. Erica shudder as
she felt her tongue gathering up any loose fuzz and particles that
got stuck to the sock, building up as she did a long lick. From
one heel to the top of the foot, only to go further toward the
stacked foot on top, pulling from one socked foot to the other’s
heel and back upward toward the toes. Erica felt her brain
screaming for her to stop, to spit or something, but instead, she
pulled her extended tongue across the material. Once at the top
of the double foot stack tower, her tongue slowly drew back in after
gathering up its collection… and then proceeded to swallow.
The
feeling of the furry, salty, nasty ball of lint and gunk that Erica
peeled off the cotton sock sucked up the moister in her mouth. Any
spit she had, dried up, as the balled-up cotton was slowly pulled
down her throat, dragging and absorbing any saliva in its path.
It was like trying to swallow bread after running a mile and needing
a drink. The rough dry swallow only made everything worse.
Megan contained to keep her feet close enjoy for Erica’s dry tongue
to roughly scrap up anything she missed, as the girls chatted about
math, school, and boys they had a crush on.
Erica
felt her abused and sore tongue twitch as Megan sat there with, now,
almost brand new-looking socks, still damp with the precious Erica
silky saliva. Her worn-out tongue hung out slightly as it felt
like she had done over a thousand push-ups with just her tongue.
“I
think that’s the last one,” Jasmine announced slapping her math
book closed and sighing.
“Yup,”
Megan agreed as she did the same followed by Lori.
Erica
felt her body shudder as she lay there. Finally, Erica felt her
body move and she immediately rolled away from Megan and start to dry
heave as she whimpered in pain. The torment she just went
through was beyond hell as she could feel particles of Megan’s sock
in her mouth, under her tongue and gums. Fuzzy dots speckled
her dry mouth, only making it drier. Erica needed a drink!
Not
thinking, Erica reached for the closes cup of juice, it was Jasmine’s
which was set down on the ground by her chair. Erica took a sip
and coughed out a sigh as the parched feeling in her mouth and throat
slowly vanished with each sloppy sip.
“Do
you all want to stay for dinner,” Jasmine offered as Erica was
slowly recovering, building up her strength to be able to move.
“Sure,”
Lori nodded.
“I
can’t,” Megan said getting up, “Got to head out soon.
Need a shower and all that.”
Erica
felt the feeling in her limbs return as she started to try and get up
off the carpet.
“Really,”
Jasmine whined, “Alright. I’ll see tomorrow,” Jasmine
sighed as she started to peel off her dirty socks. “Was about
to take a shower myself.”
Lori
seemed to blush but didn’t comment.
Erica
felt her body go stiff…
No…
Megan
got up and started to leave, “Alright I’ll see you two later.”
Lori
too got up, “I’ll wait downstairs,” she almost whispered as she
left the room.
Erica
felt her heart beating faster as Jasmine stood up from her chair and
started to undress. First her uniform she practiced in, then
the undergarments she wore, bra and panties. Erica felt pinned
to the floor with screaming eyes looking at her nude little sister
who presented herself to Erica. Without a word, Jasmine stood
there, almost as if posing, legs spread apart with one foot in front
of Erica’s whimpering mouth. Crouch open, and nude body
exposed. Erica wanted to rip her eyes out at seeing her little
sister’s naked body, but she couldn’t. Instead, she was
forced to inch closer and slowly extend her tongue toward the younger
sibling’s foot. Her slightly damp tongue glided over the
first salty and nasty flecking and flexing toes. It was
completely different from the socks she had to suffer from, but not
that much better at the bitter taste of salt and gunk curled her
taste budes. Eric was forced to work her way from each toe, to
the junky gunk stuck in the cracks that held god knew what,
swallowing the toe jam between her sister’s ever little toe.
She slowly had to work her way up one foot to the ankle, before going
to the other. Following the same procedure of licking and
slurping up whatever she could. It was disgusting, humiliating,
and horrible. Then came the next part. Erica started to
run her slathering tongue up her sister’s ankle. Gliding
along the calves and toward the thigh, catching any dried and old
sweat clinging to her skin, all the way upward. Next was the
other foot. Erica screamed through her eyes as she pleadingly
rolled her peepers upward to watch her sister. Jasmine just
smiled and looked like a statue as she stood there letting Erica do
her job. Running her tongue up her sister’s nicely toned
thighs. It wasn’t till she hit her sister’s inner thigh
that she screamed from the smell and the scent hitting her nose.
However, she didn’t stop. Erica was almost nose deep into her
sister’s crotch when Erica heard a lovely angle voice call out for
them.
Erica’s
mom knocked on the door. “Everything okay in there?”
Erica
felt her throat throw out a frantic scream as she bellowed into her
sister’s thick thigh with as much force as she could.
Jasmine
replied, “Yup just cleaning up, be down in a little bit.”
Erica
waited for her mom to open the door and some motherly response to
save her happen. Instead, she got this, “Okay, no rush.
Your father should be home by five.”
The
sounds of Erica’s mom leaving echoed through her destroyed sense of
hope. No one was going to save her…
Suddenly
Erica felt her body moving up the inner thigh toward her sister’s
groin. It wasn’t till her tongue dove into the crack of her
thigh and crotch that Erica knew there was no hope. She was
gonna clean her sister. Sure enough, Erica was forced to
continue the deed, she was gonna lick every drop of dried sweat up
until it was like her sister just had a bath…
“I
feel so clean and refreshed,” Jasmine smiled as she slipped on new
clothes and started to leave her room.
Erica
lay on the ground gagging and panting like she ran a marathon and
only had saltwater to drink. Her throat was burning and
screaming from all the sweat she swallowed. Her own body was
starting to sweat from the painful activities she had to do.
Erica felt a torrent of tears starting to form as she felt her body
trying to recover and turn back to normal. She could finally
move…
But
to where? She was in hell, she was forced to do unspeakable
things, not just her sister but her friends! She even had to
sniff her mom’s feet. What else would she have to … do…?
The
word NO, screamed through Erica’s skull as she wobbly stood up in
her sister’s empty room. Her dad was coming home…
Erica
would sooner kill herself than fucking do something as horrible as
smell or god forbid lick her father’s feet clean! She would
never recover from that. Erica stumbled toward her sister’s
door and pushed through it. Erica headed toward the stairs and
down toward the door. She opened it and started to leave,
hoping nothing fucking stopped her. She could hear her mother
calling for her, but ignoring her voice, Erica ran to her only safe
haven.
“Soooo,
you came crawling back to me,” Christina asked sitting on her bed
looking unamused with Erica, while Erica was bowing and whimpering
for mercy.
“PLEASE!
ANYTHING BUT THIS,” Erica cried, as she knew her place now.
There was no avoiding her fate.
“Hmmm,
well… I mean, I feel like maybe you don’t quite grasp the
situation you’re in…” Christina mused as she tapped her
sock-covered toe close by. Something that almost made Erica
hurl at what that might actually taste like.
“I
DO! PLEASE!” Erica nearly screamed but made sure not to
make a noisey scene in Christian’s room. There was no telling
what punishment Christina would bestow on her for upsetting her
parents. Erica continued to bow her head and hope this was
enough to undo this fucked up curse bestowed on her.
“Well,”
Christina muttered, “I guess I can forgive you for now.
However,” Christina went on smirking into a nasty smile. “I
think since you ran out on me, the plans will have to change.
You’ll still be small,” Christina announced. Erica felt a
horrible feeling of dread welling up in her as Christian took her
time to explain. It felt like an eternity before Christina
continued, “But you’ll be my little tiny toe toy for the weekend,
how does that sound? Staying all weekend in my sock, up against
my enormous toes? I promise not to take them off. You can
curl up against them and feel me scrunching and squishing you into my
crevices, like the lint you are. Oh, just imagine it. A
full four days of fun-”
Erica
couldn’t help but blurt out, “FOUR!!”
Christian
giggled, “Well, Duuuuuh… it’s a Holiday this Friday. That
means I can keep you longer.”
It
wasn’t till now that it dawned on Erica that it was true, they had
Friday off, so it seemed she would be stuffed in Christian’s sock
on Thursday and not let out till Monday…
“So,”
Christian asked pushing her foot closer to Erica’s worshiping and
crouched body, “Do we have a deal? Or do you want to go back
to how things…” Christina surprised a giggle but it was all on
her face, “Were?”
Erica
could only rub her head into the bedroom carpet, “I’ll be your…
toe… toy.”
The
delighted look on Christian’s face was one that Erica hated to see
as her grin nearly ran off her face.
“OH,
THIS WILL BE SO MUCH FUN!” Christina giggled with that grin.
Erica
did her best not to move, she found moving only stimulated the
enormous digits to wrap and pinch down on her sweltering sweaty
body. Erica was trapped in the dark dank dirty shoe belonging
to Christina. It was worse than she could have imagined, as
Erica felt like she was in the middle of the rain-forest at night.
The heat was murderous, the moister in the air was like walking
through a river, and the smell was stinking more than a skunk.
Erica found any movement would cause the towering toes to push
inward, and clamp-on her. Shoving her face into a mound of
flesh and other gunk. Something she didn’t want to happen
again. So trying to keep from being snuffed out from sock
stuffing, Erica stayed frozen like a statue. She wanted to
vomit from the horrible stench, but any moister to help her do that,
evaporated a while ago. Erica whimpered as she heard the bell
muffle and Christina started to get up. The pressure crunching
down on her, not breaking anything, but surely she was bruised.
She was walking to Christina’s second-period class….
Erica
still had six more classes to go and then, according to Christina,
the TRUE fun began as the weekend would start. Erica’s true
hell was just starting and she feared that in the end she wouldn’t
die but survive only to be tormented more later. Christian was
a true monster, and Erica was stuffed in her sock, to suffer till she
submitted to the she-bitches desires.