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Emily - https://www.sweatthestyle.com/wp-content/uploads/2014/07/SweatTheStyle_AlexisRen_3.jpg

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Tom was pretty lucky in his choice of university. He had the fortune of living only a 15 minute walk from his school in LA California. He took the opportunity to enjoy the nice weather each day on his walks to and from the school. On one particular day, Tom decided to take a different route than he usually takes. The new route takes him through a very commerce filled area with various shops of everything you could imagine and people from all over the country. Tom generally enjoyed that kind of thing in small doses. He just got paid from his job on campus and figured he could splurge on a little something. As he was walking looking at shops he noticed a woman sitting outside of a small shack sandwiched between two other much larger stores. The entrance to this shack was nothing more than reddish blackish curtains loosely closed together. The woman had gorgeous long pitch black hair and piercing blue eyes. Her face looked like it was sculpted by some kind of goddess of beauty. She wore fabulous looking jewelry all throughout her outfit and had complex patterns on her dress. She wore matching genie pants that kind of floofed out towards the calf/shin area and then came to a tight fit at the ankles. On her feet were a pair of simple tight fitting black flats. In front of her was a small table with a sign on it that read “Come see the great and powerful madame djinn. She will make all of your desires become reality.” Tom was immediately drawn in by her sex appeal and mysterious aura. Besides, what’s the worst that could go wrong? These psychics usually charge around $10 for some cheesy generic reading. Tom was willing to pay $10 to get a few minutes just to stare at this woman’s beauty. Based on her appearance she couldn’t have been older than 25. Eyeing her down, Tom also noticed her foot wear. 

Tom had a secret he would never tell anyone. A foot fetish. And not just any foot fetish. He loved a woman’s smelly, nasty feet. He didn’t want clean feet. Tom tried his best to suppress the fetish as much as possible, but that proved to be extremely difficult living with 3 sisters around his age who all had some pretty gnarly smelling feet. Tom tried his best to hide it, but sometimes there were situations that he just had to deal with whenever his sisters removed their footwear near him and the odor wafted into his nose. In fact, his entire upbringing is filled with memories of his sister’s feet ending up in his face through some series of events. He knew the distinctive smell of each one of their feet, and their specific appearances, to the point where he could tell who was who just by their foot odor. Through the years he would end up having various dreams that came about from his fantasies. Deep down Tom wished more than anything that he could smell their feet up close for as long as he wanted. More-so, he wanted to be made to smell their feet. This brought about dreams containing those very themes. 

One time he dreamt that his bratty younger 18 year old sister Emily had tortured him with her feet. She rubbed her sweaty post soccer-practice feet all over his face for hours and hours. In his dream she was downright evil and refused to let him breathe in anything other than her feet. He was completely immobile and felt strange. His eyes darted around the room which he immediately recognized as Emily’s room, except the strange thing was his point of view was clearly under her desk. Even stranger, he was actually in the floor, with only his face sticking up out of it. His body felt as though it were cast in cement, and he couldn’t turn his head either. He then saw Emily enter the room and close the door behind her. She cast off her cleats, releasing her fetid foot odor into the room reaching Tom’s helpless nose. Tom was quickly excited by the situation. His excitement grew as she walked over to her desk and pulled the computer chair out and sat in it. 

She nonchalantly looked down at her brother’s face in the ground and commanded him, “My feet feel extra sweaty today bro, make sure to take deep breaths. The air feels good in between my toes.” Tom couldn’t believe it as he watched her push the chair in and swing both her feet right onto his face. He immediately felt the sweat drench his face. He was pretty sure Emily had the sweatiest feet of the 3 of them. She toyed with his face rubbing her sopping wet socked feet all over, making sure his nose got large whiffs at a time. Eventually she peeled off both socks and brought her cheesy toes right to his nose. She didn’t move her feet from that position again, letting Tom breathe in through her toes again and again without rest. Her soles kept his mouth sealed shut as he tasted her ridiculously copious amounts of foot sweat drip through his lips. Tom felt as though he was in both heaven and hell. A dream come true, and yet somehow the stench of his sister’s foot activated a primal part of his brain that just wanted to get away from it. Unfortunately, that part of his brain was not the one in control. After about an hour his sister removed her feet and brought her foot up, bending it so that it was close to her face. She took a slight whiff before scrunching her face in disgust.

In a disappointed tone she spoke down to Tom, “Wow bro, horrible job. My feet still smell so gross. That’s gonna be another day in there for you.” She went and picked up one of her soccer cleats and balanced the opening over Tom’s nose. She then draped a towel over the shoe and his face, damning him to darkness and her smelly shoe as his only company. Tom grew very claustrophobic and as his heart rate increased he began to struggle more and more. 

Tom suddenly woke up from this dream sweating bullets, smelling the lingering memory of the scent of her feet tinge his nostrils. He questioned whether the sweat on his face was due to the intensity of the dream, or if her foot sweat followed him out of the dream.

Some dreams would scare Tom more than others. Sure he had his fantasies, but they seemed so real and the odors so powerful that at times it was a bit much, even for him. The worse part was that he never seemed to be able to wake himself up. Another dream he had was of his 23 year old sister Andrea who works at a nearby hospital as a nurse. She wears the same white sneakers every single day to work. Tom has often been exposed to the thick cheesy odor that gets released when she takes those sneakers off. Entering her room is like walking into a cloud of foot odor. In this dream Tom wakes up in a hospital bed, being attended by his sister. He’s completely unable to move his body or even speak. He can only turn his head and look around the room. In the dream he sees his sister in her nurse’s gown and a clipboard in hand. 

“Alright Tommy, looks like you’ve been prescribed 3000 ccs of foot odor. You came to the right place bro!” Andrea finished with a smile. Immediately Tom’s heart would start racing as she climbed onto the hospital bed and sat down on his stomach. All he could do is watch as she peels off those horrible white sneakers to reveal her sweaty socks tightly clinging to the outline of her shapely feet. The foot odor hits Tom’s face like a brick wall. He turns his head away but Andrea brings her left foot over and uses it to turn his face back to the center, bringing his nose straight into the underside of the toes of her right foot which had moved into place to catch his face. Tom could feel his strength leave his body as his sister rubbed her sweaty socked feet all over his face, leaving a trail of sweat as they moved across his skin. He could almost feel the stench soak into his face and nose. Tom felt a mixture of arousal and disgust. This was one of those occasions where the foot odor was bordering on being too much. And beyond that, Tom was also shameful for what he felt for his sister’s feet. He closed his eyes in an attempt to force himself to wake up. 

Almost as if reading his mind, Andrea sadistically speaks down to Tom, “Oh no you don’t. You’re not going anywhere” as she expands her toes on both feet and cups them over his nose, packing a nice amount of stench right up his nose. Tom opens his eyes again in shock to find to more pairs of feet, one to his left and one to his right. Looking at who they belong to, he notices it’s clones of his sister. All 3 of them are smiling at him. All 3 of them begin peeling the socks off of their feet to reveal sweaty reddish soles, toes wiggling ready to touch down on his face. 

Tom forces his mouth to speak in a panic, barely managing to weakly utter “Please sis, let me go. Let me wake up.”

To which the Andrea in the center responds with, “Shhhhhh bro, it’s ok. You love this. You want more of it. Just breathe and you’ll be ok. Breathe. We have to make you better Tommy. We love you.” As she finishes she grabs one of the socks she removed and pulls Tom’s limp jaw open with no effort and shoves the sock inside. The intense salty vinegary flavor fills his mouth as his jaw snaps shut again. All 6 sweaty soles begin massaging his face slowly but deliberately, making sure his nose gets plenty of attention. 

Tom’s arousal grows, but not as fast as his disgust. His sense of time was totally distorted in this dream, and after what felt like an hour a tear streams down his face. 

The clone on the left addresses this, “Oh Tommy, why are you crying? You love my feet. You do.” She finishes calmly as she dabs the tear on his face with her stinky sock to absorb it. “Just 2999 ccs left go Tommy.” 

Tom internally panicked at hearing this. To him it felt like an hour had gone by and that was only 1/3000th of what they wanted him to endure. After another hour of this erotic torture Tom’s heart rate monitor next to the hospital bed began to rapidly beep, faster and faster until he heard a loud ringing in his ears. A moment later he sprung up in his bed, realizing that the beeping and ringing was actually the tune of his alarm clock. Tom touched his face and felt that tear that streamed out of his left eye. He couldn’t believe how real that dream had been. It was completely baffling to him.

Above all, probably the most frightening dream he’d had was one with his eldest sister, 24 year old Hannah. Tom didn’t see her very often because of her job, a flight attendant. Her job required her to travel pretty often, so she wasn’t home that much. But when she was home, he could always tell before even seeing her. She never took off her shoes outside of her room but the scent leaked out anyways. In this dream Tom was sitting on the living room couch as he typically does when suddenly Hannah comes barging through the front door in a hurry. She runs straight over to Tom, and angrily yells at him.

“Goddamnit Tom! What are you doing here?! I told you I needed you for this next flight. It’s a 17 hour flight across the goddamn world, I’m not about to go without my insoles. HURRY UP AND GET IN!” She shouts as she takes off both of her old looking loafers and jumps on top of him. He immediately fights back when suddenly the vinegary odor hits his nose. Her feet. Like  a sedative being injected into his body, he began losing will power and strength. With loafers in hand and sitting on top of him Hanna pushed both shoe openings right into his face. Tom felt the strong heated humid foot air hit his face. He also got a taste of the damp insole that was pushed right onto his mouth and nose. Tom surrendered and allowed the odor to fill his lungs. His arousal began to increase. It was short lived however as seemingly out of nowhere the odor coming out of her loafers doubled, then tripled, then quadrupled in potency. But it was too late, Tom’s strength had been sapped. He couldn’t resist as the noxious odor continued filling his lungs.

Annoyed, Hanna shouted again, “Tom I’m going to be late! Hurry up and breathe it in.”

Tom’s body reacted automatically, taking a huge breath of the insoles which caused his vision to start to blur. He felt extremely sick as the odor continued to pollute his body. The room began spinning as Tom felt her shoes getting bigger and bigger, and felt like his body was getting pulled by some incredibly strong force right into them. In a few moments, Tom couldn’t believe what had happened. He was now looking out from inside of both shoes. His body felt super weird. Completely unable to move, lacking even a human body anymore, Tom panicked as he realized what had happened based on what she said earlier. He’d become her insoles. The odor grew immensely again, so much so that it seemed impossible. The odor was so thick and disgusting all he wanted to do was wake up, having realized at this point that he was dreaming again. 

Hannah finally picked his new dual bodies and spoke sternly at him, “Since you want to be so difficult, I’m not taking these off until I get back home. 17 hours on this flight and the return flight’s not for 3 days. I hope you enjoy my nasty foot sweat seeping into your body. You can’t even turn off the smell. Believe me loser, it’s going to get downright nightmarish in there. Maybe next time you’ll get in my shoes when I tell you to. Maybe when I come back I’ll forget you exist. Or maybe I’ll slide you into Emily’s soccer cleats before her next game, or stick you in Andrea’s sneakers and not tell her for a few months. Yeah. That’s what I thought.”

Tom was overwhelmed. This went way beyond any fantasy he had. This stench was downright putrid, and the idea of staying inside of her shoe for 3 days let alone being stuck as Andrea’s insole for months at a time terrified him. He watched as she slid her black stockinged feet into his new body, filling him completely with her foot. Every one of his senses was completely consumed by her foot. He now existed to serve her feet and nothing more. The stench grew once again, a hot cheesy malevolent odor. He could feel sweat pouring into his new cloth like body. He realized he could actually taste it as well, constantly. The immense pressure crushing him was not painful, but he felt truly claustrophobic. The only thing he could see were the bottoms of her feet and the crushing pressure only served to make the thick humid odor that much worse. 

He completely lost track of time. After what felt like hours, he finally woke up in his bed as always, the odor lingering in his nose. These dreams began to really interfere with Tom’s life. He began to think about their feet all the time, fantasizing, wishing, lusting, and fearing. His body wanted them, but his brain feared that it was just too much. He tried his best to forget about those dreams, but every time he spoke to his sisters all he could picture was their feet being pressed against his face as they looked on from above without a single shred of pity. 

Tom approached the woman outside of the shack and introduced himself, “Hi I’m Tom. How much do you charge for a reading?” 

The woman smiled and responded in a slightly perceptible arabic accent, “Oh this is no reading. This is bringing your most inner desires to reality. This is making all of your wildest dreams come true. Surely anyone would want that, yes? I charge $50. But think about it like this, for just $50 you can make your dreams into a reality. Would you like to proceed? Come on you pay me later let me show you.”

Before Tom could even respond, the gorgeous woman grabbed his hand and began leading him inside. She flipped a sign over to the closed side as they both passed through the curtains. Tom wasn’t about to say no to this woman who made his heart sing, but he really did not feel comfortable paying that much for something so ridiculous. As they headed inside there was another series of curtains they had to pass through. In between the first set and the second Tom could see this shack was full to the brim of what looked to be various knick knacks and odd items. Various differently colored crystals, crystal balls, magic lamp looking things, decks of cards, strange looking necklaces, giant old books with strange writing on them, and a whole lot more. Still holding onto his hand, Madame Djinn continued leading him into the next room where Tom could see was a wide open room with a large circular carpet on the ground. The carpet had a large yin and yang symbol on it. She guided him over to the center of it and they both proceeded to sit down.

“Now, I want you to lay down and focus on what you desire most in this world. You will be the Yin, and I the Yang. By connecting the paths of our energy it becomes possible to change destiny itself. Everything you want can become reality.” 

Tom blushed at the thought of laying down next to her. For some reason it felt…intimate. On the other hand he realized how wholly unprepared he was to answer the question of what his deepest desire is. Nonetheless, he looked into Madame Djinn’s eyes and couldn’t resist that deep blue gaze. He did as he was told and lied down. 

“Very good very good. Now I too lie down but the opposite way, and with this the cycle of energy is can be connected.” She said as she lied down opposite to Tom, her feet dangerously close to his head. Tom had closed his eyes and begun thinking about his innermost desires, what he really wanted. He could feel her body heat right next to his, causing his heart to start racing. Maybe what he desired was a girlfriend, a partner. Maybe it was riches. Maybe it was a nice body. A bunch of ideas began flooding his head, when suddenly he heard two clacks from his left side, one right after the other. He stayed focused until it hit him. This odor. This all too familiar odor. 

“What is that?” Tom thought. “Is that…feet? Why does it smell like feet?” Tom cracked open his eyes and peeked over at his left. What he saw aroused him immediately. Madame Djinn had pried off her flats with her feet right next to his head. Her soles were flexing all around, toes wiggling, opening and closing, releasing wave after wave of cheesy odor. It kept getting stronger and stronger. He was mesmerized by her feet. They had a clear shine of sweat, and he could see black globs of gunk in between her toes. Her soles were slightly reddish and there were marks on the edges of her feet from how tight the flats were. Tom couldn’t resist and brought his head slightly closer to her feet, which made the smell even stronger. After staring at her feet for a few seconds he snapped out of it and closed his eyes again, facing upward. Madame Djinn had not accounted for Tom moving his face closer to her feet and absentmindedly spread her legs ever so slightly wider, causing her foot to come into contact with Tom’s face. She honestly did not notice. She was much deeper in concentration, focused on her energy work. Tom absolutely did notice. He could feel the hot sweaty foot against the left side of his face. The odor was immense now, almost too much for him, but at the same time so arousing that he refused to move away from it. He left the foot against his face and dived back into his mind to focus on his innermost desire.

Tom couldn’t focus properly. The overpowering foot odor wafting into his nose caused him to start thinking about his sister’s feet. Images began to appear in his head of various memories. Watching Emily peel her cleats off and roll off her sweaty socks. Watching Andrea grab onto her sweaty feet after work and complain about them aching. Feeling Hanna push her foot into his chest demanding that he give her a foot rub. The various odors of their feet wafting into his nose. The odor of Madam Djinn’s feet making its way into his lungs. His mind continued to wander until they arrived back at those dreams he’d had. Being stuck in the floor at the mercy of Emily’s sweaty soccer feet. Trapped in a hospital bed with Andrea’s 6 reeking cloned soles. Being sucked into Hanna’s flats, her threatening to forget about him and keep him there forever. He desperately tried to change his thoughts,  to think about anything else. But all of their disgusting feet keep flashing across his mind. Tom completely forgot about thinking about his desires and allowed his mind to wander into fetish territory. He subconsciously turned his head slightly left so that Madam Djinn’s toes were night pressed right over his nose. Again in her concentration she noticed nothing. Every single one of Tom’s breaths now brought in a fresh batch of foot stench, further polluting his thoughts. He was no imagining all 3 of his sisters surrounding him with him immobile on the ground. This slightly reminded him of one of his dreams, but he was half awake. All 3 of them were looking down at him from seats surrounding him. They brought their bare feet over to his face and simply rested them there. He felt their sweat soak into his face, the stench stain his skin. Just like in all the other dreams, he was unable to move. He could only watch and breathe in the odor. The odor steadily got worse until it was once again too much for him to handle. He wanted out, he wanted to wake up. This time because he wasn’t fully asleep he managed to jolt his body awake. 

Upon opening his eyes he saw that Madame Djinn had retracted her foot and was staring at him, smiling slyly. Her flats were still in front of her. Tom could still smell their odor. 

“Oh sorry, guess I dozed off.” Tom spoke, kind of embarrassed by what he had been dreaming. 

Madam Djinn continued staring at him for a few moments before extending her foot and placing it right on his face. First one and then the other. Tom instinctively grabbed her ankle and tried to push her foot off, but it wouldn’t budge. “Umm, Madam Djinn, could you please remove your foot?”

She said nothing and kept her foot there. She continued smiling.”Oh crap! Did she think something was up because I left her foot on my face?” Tom started panicking. 

Finally she spoke, “Your destiny is now certain. You will have that which you desire most.” She finished as she pushed her foot hard against his face and then pulled it away. Tom could feel a heat on his face in the same shape as her feet that wasn’t going away. He began to feel dizzy and the room spun. This feeling felt very familiar.

“What’s happening?” Tom said groggily. He then saw that the room started to grow bigger and bigger. The room continued to expand until Madam Djinn was absolutely massive in comparison to him. He couldn’t have been bigger than 3 inches. Before he could even comprehend what was going on, Madam Djinn’s hand swiftly came over to Tom and picked him up, grabbing him by one leg. She picked up her flat and dangled him over it. Tom was incredibly shocked at everything that was happening. He began yelling until he felt the heat and odor slowly cover his body. Looking down he saw what it was. Twisting his tiny body to look over at Madame Djinn’s face, he could see her smiling. 

“Let me go!! I don’t want this! I don’t want this!” Tom shouted over and over again. 

Madame Djinn giggled before repeating “Your destiny is now certain. You will have that which you desire most.” And with that she dropped him inside the flat. 

Before he knew it Tom was now inside of her shoe, completely consumed by her unbearable foot odor. It was so much stronger at this size. He immediately tried to run towards the edge of the flat to jump out, but even quicker than him was Madame Djinn’s foot. “Destiny is changed. Time cannot rewind.” She said calmly as she brought her foot to the opening of the show and began putting it on. The last thing Tom saw before her massive stinky foot covered everything was her piercing blue eyes looking down at him, and that smile on her face, as if to say, “I’m happy for you.” Tom began running towards the inside of the shoe before he was knocked down by her rapidly approaching foot. She forced the shoe on snugly and maneuvered Tom to be underneath her sole with his head sticking out from in between her big toe and second toe. Tom couldn’t move an inch. The odor was more powerful than anything he’d ever smelled. 

He began screaming and struggling, “LET ME OUT OF HERE! GET ME OUT! THIS ISN’T WHAT I WANT! I DON’T WANT THIS! GET ME OUT. IT’S TOO MUCH.” No response from the outside world. Hyper-ventilating now pushing more and more foot odor into his body, Tom began repeating “This has to be a dream. This has to be a dream. This HAS to be a dream. Please be a dream. I don’t want to stay in here. I hate it. It stinks too much. Please please please be a dream!” As Tom was repeating this over and over a droplet of foot sweat began rolling down from in between her toes, right on target to land in his face. “NO! NO! NO!” Tom shouted as he turned his head side to side trying to wiggle his way out. The foot didn’t budge and the sweat came closer and closer. There was nothing he could do as the sweat rolled right onto his face, coating him in it and it leaking into his mouth. Tom absolutely wanted to vomit now. Tears streamed down his face as he screamed in protest. Unfortunately no one would hear him as his entire world belonged inside of Madame Djinn’s oppressively stinky shoe. With one final shout, Tom’s eyes sprung open once more.

He woke up in the center of the room with the yin and yang symbol. Madame Djinn was already awake with her shoes on and was sitting in a meditative pose. He looked around the room…everything was normal. His breathing was very heaving. 

“It looks like you’ve received strong visions. That is a good sign. Our energy work was successful. You may continue living as you were and your innermost desires will come into reality soon.” Madame Djinn finished with a smile on her face.

Tom was done with this. He couldn’t look her in the eye anymore without automatically tasting her putrid foot sweat and smelling that cheesy odor that was burned into his brain. “Thank you for everything, I need to go home now” Tom said quickly before pulling $50 dollars out of his wallet and taking off. He left abruptly, passing through both sets of curtains practically running out of the shack. As he was making it past the final set of curtains he felt someone grab his hand and hold him. 

Madame Djinn looked him in the eyes with that same ominous and mysterious smile. She handed him a small gem stone and said “For you. Please take it. It will help you in your journey. And please, call me Esmerelda.”

In truth Tom wanted to take the stone and throw it as far as he could. But so as not to be rude to her, he took it and put it in his pocket, and immediately began racing away. Madame Djinn merely smiled as he took off. 

Tom just wanted to get home and forget all about this. Forget about his foot fetish, forget about his dreams and visions and everything. “I gotta get a grip” he thought. “Why the hell is that shit so real?! I just want to be normal!”

To be continued…

Preview:

Toms arrives home and continues life as normal…only to find out things aren’t so normal anymore.

On his way home Tom stopped by a small ravine and took the stone out of his pocket. “Who knows what the hell this stupid thing is” Tom muttered to himself frustrated. He wound up his arm and threw it as far as he could into the water and continued on home. He walked through the front door of his house, eager to finally put that event behind him. The door opens up to his living room where he sees all 3 of his sisters sitting on the couch watching tv. They all turn around to see who it is.

“Hey bro, you’re later than usual, what happened?” Emily asked. 

“I just took a different route that’s all.” Tom replied curtly.

“Ooooo someone’s in a sour mood” teased Andrea. “Did you fail a test or something?”

“No, I’m just tired y’know?” Tom answered.

“Come hang out with us, relax bro.” Said Hannah.

Tom wondered if that might be best. On the one hand he was afraid that if he went to his room he would just keep thinking about what happened with Madame Djinn, and on the other hand he wondered if maybe hanging around with his sisters would be an even worse reminder. “Sure I guess. Gimme a sec to change.” Tom finally answered, thinking that maybe talking about random stuff would get his mind off of it. After he went to his room to change into something more comfortable, he went over to the living room and sat down on the couch next to Emily. It was a bit of a tight squeeze since all 4 of them were now on the same length of couch. Thankfully, everything seemed back to normal. The 4 of them watched tv and laughed, talked about their days and whatever else became a topic of conversation. But then, it took a turn for the worse.

Emily began sniffing the air inquisitively, “Hey, do you guys smell something funky?” She asked.

Hannah took a few whiffs and caught something as well. “Yeah I kinda do…it smells…kinda like—”

Andrea interrupted her in that moment, “Feet. It smells like feet.”

Tom felt his heart drop. How come he didn’t smell anything?

“You think it’s just our own feet?” Hannah asked looking down. Emily and Andrea did the same, lifting up their feet and wiggling them. 

“No it’s almost like it’s coming from…” Emily trailed off as she turned to Tom and smelled the air around his face. “It’s Tom’s face! It totally smells like feet!”

Tom could feel his stomach in his throat. It must’ve been Madame Djinn’s foot sweat that got stuck to his face earlier. It’s been there so long he probably just got used to it. Tom immediately tried to play it off, “No way, that’s YOU guys. You all have some gross ass feet.”

Andrea got up and went to see for herself. “Nope, your face definitely smells like feet. You got some extracurriculars you’re not telling us about?”

Emily adds, “Yea! You come home later than usual, are all secretive about it, and then your face smells like feet.”

Hannah jumps in on the teasing, “Awww, sounds like little Tommy has a bully. Did someone shove their feet in your face little bro.”

Tom’s heart was racing now and he was getting increasingly uncomfortable. “Can we just change the subject please? Maybe I should just go to bed.”

The 3 of them were giggling now. Andrea kept prodding, “Oh it’s ok bro, we accept you even with your stinky face. I’m sure it’s not any worse than Emily’s nasty feet.”

Emily whipped her head to face Andrea, “Heyyyy! Rude. But she’s got a point bro, here look.” Emily quickly pivoted on her butt on the couch and swung both her legs up. She began pushing her navy blue socked feet into Tom’s face. “See bro? After you get a whiff of these that bully’s feet will seem like roses.” Emily managed to get one foot very close to his nose and the other planted firmly on his cheek. Tom felt her sweat on his cheek, and he could feel the heat of her foot right in front of his nose. He didn’t smell anything before, but now so close to his face he recognized Emily’s signature cheesy soccer feet.

Tom freaked out, “STOP IT!” He shouted as he smacked her feet away from his face.

“OUCH” Emily shouted. Tom did actually hit her feet with considerable force causing her pain. “Dude what the hell is your problem, it was just a joke you don’t have to hit me.”

“Whatever. Sorry. I’m going to bed.” Tom said as he got up and was about to storm off. Emily, Andrea, and Hannah all watched him with confused looks on their faces. 

“I was just joking about the bully thing Tom. But now I think something’s up. Are you ok?” Hannah asked.

As Tom was about to respond, Andrea interrupted the train of thought, “Hey Tom, what’s this? Looks like it slipped out of your pocket.” Andrea said looking at a small gemstone right in the seat of the couch where Tom was.

They could hear Tom mutter under his breath “What the hell?” Tom’s mind was filled with thoughts. “How can that be? I chucked that thing into the water. I know I did. Am I going crazy? I definitely got rid of it. So how is it here?” And in that moment, Tom remembered Madame Djinn’s words. “For you. Please take it. It will help you in your journey. And please, call me Esmerelda.” What the hell does “It will help you in your journey,” mean.

Andrea picked it up and looked around at it. “Looks pretty. Did someone give it to you?”

Tom lunged forward to grab the stone gemstone, “Give that back!” But Andrea was quicker than him, quickly sticking out her foot to block him which caused him to run right into it, impacting his chest. 

Andrea looked at Tom, “You’re full of secrets today Tom, what the hell is going on with you? Secret missing time in your day, secret foot stink on your face, secret stones. Is this some kind of nerdy game you got going with your friends?”

Tom realized that was actually the perfect excuse. “Yes! Yeah totally. Haha.” Tom laughed nervously. “It’s just a game with my friends. It’s like a real life role playing game y’know? Super nerdy. One of my quests involved kissing my friend Brittany’s foot that’s all. I thought it was gross so I left.” Tom was incredibly grateful to Andrea for suggesting the idea. He thought “If I can just get that stupid rock back I’ll smash it with a hammer.”

“Hmmmm…ok.” Andrea replied suspiciously. 

She was about to hand back the stone when Hannah stepped in, “Wait a second. That’s no reason to freak out like you did and hit your little sister. Apologize to Emily.” Hannah said as she handed the stone to Emily.

“Yeah bro, she’s got a point.” Emily said.

Tom looking completely deflated, walked over in front of Emily and began to apologize. “Em, I’m sorr—”

He was interrupted, “I want you to apologize on your knees. Make me believe it” she said mischievously. This wasn’t entirely unexpected from her. Tom knew his younger sister was the brattiest of the bunch, as well as obnoxious. This is why he favored Andrea, who was usually so nice and caring, even though she could be playful and teasing some times. Hannah was a bit too forceful for him. Tom proceeded to drop to his knees.

“Em, I’m sorr—” Tom was interrupted once again. Emily flung her foot out in front of her and in front of Tom.

“I want you to apologize to my feet. Kiss it and say ‘I love you’.” Emily’s face had an absolute shit eating grin on it now. Meanwhile Andrea and Hannah giggled at the sight. 

Tom looked back at Hannah as if looking for her to stop this, but she just responded, “Hey don’t look at me. It’s her feet you hit. Her rules. You want your rock back or not?”

Tom sighed deeply as he took Emily’s foot in hand. He looked into the bottom of her socked foot seeing how gross it looked up close. It was visible sweaty, the outline of her foot being made clear by the dampness when compared to the rest of the sock. He could feel the heat coming off of it, and now the potent odor was reaching his face. Thinking about what he was about to say caused his arousal to grow immensely. He really didn’t want them to see him get a boner, so he figured he’d better get this over with quick. To some extent, this was a dream come true for him, but he was embarrassed and still afraid because of what happened earlier. Esmerelda’s overwhelming foot odor inside of her shoe made him shudder.

Tom brought his face closer to Emily’s foot, obscuring his vision of her face and making the odor stronger as she flexed her toes within the sock. “Em’s foot, I’m sorry for hitting you. I love you.” He said, and then planted a kiss on the sole. As he did he could immediately taste the salty flavor of her sweat. His nose made full contact with the sole forcing him to breathe it in for that moment. 

As soon as he did that Emily brought her other foot around the back of his neck and pulled his face further into the foot he was kissing. She bursted out in laughter as Tom tried to pull her feet off, but she held on strong using her toned muscular legs. Andrea and Hannah also started giggling watching this unfold. 

“Now you got double the foot stink on your face Tommy” teased Hannah.

Tom finally pried her feet off of him and backed away. As he was about to shout at them, he noticed something incredible. “The stone…what’s happening?” Tom mumbled as everyone looked at it.

“It feels…warm” Emily gazed at it, seeing how it was getting brighter and brighter. Tom felt as though he couldn’t move an inch. He could only watch the brilliant light coming out of the mysterious gem. Then, a bubble of light began to expand outwards from the stone, consuming the entire room. Finally, just as quickly as it appeared, it went away. All 3 of his sisters looked like they were completely in a daze.

“Umm…guys? You alright?” Tom asked. Suddenly, they all sprung back to life, and all of them looked right at Tom. “Ooookkk…you’re kinda freaking me out now. Can I have my stone back and go to bed now? I kissed your stupid foot.”

All 3 of their faces now had sadistic looking grins, except for Emily who seemed offended at his comment. “Excuse me? My ‘stupid foot?’ How dare you. I’ll have you know you haven’t seen ANYTHING yet, foot sniffer. ”

Tom’s heart skipped a beat again.  “Foot sniffer? Excuse me?”

Hannah jumped in, “You heard her. Foot sniffer.”

Tom started getting scared. The stone, the flash of light, the harsh change in demeanor. Something wasn’t right. Tom decided to just go to his room immediately. “Well alright guys, good night it’s been a long day.” As Tom tried walking away, Andrea got up and raced in front of him. “C’mon Tommy, hang out with us a little longer. My feet feel so hot and sweaty. I’ll be so sad if I don’t have a face to rub them in.”

Suddenly from behind him Tom heard Hannah, “Bro, if I have to go over there it’s just gonna be worse for you. Get over here. Now.” Tom stayed put, eyeing down the situation. Hanna got up and walked over to where they were. Tom looked in front of him, and then behind him. He wasn’t the tallest or fastest person, but he figured he should be able to overpower them. Tom attempted to charge through Andrea in front of him. She embraced his body and he continued to push harder and harder. He was making significant ground. If he could just get passed her he’d be able to run to his room and lock the door. 

Tom thought, “If I can just get to my room and gather myself I can think of a plan to grab that damn stone and destroy it. That must be what triggered this.”

Just as he was about to push Andrea out of the way, he felt sudden searing pain in his crotch. Hannah had kicked him square in the nuts. Tom immediately dropped to the ground and curled up into a ball. “C’mon Em, help us.” Hannah shouted over to Emily. She quickly made her way over and the three of them dragged his immobile body back to the carpeted floor of the living room. 

Andrea proceeded to disappear for about 30 seconds and came back with her hands full. “Look what I found in the garage guys.” In her hands were several roles of cling wrap and duct tape.

“Perfect!” Hanna shouted.

Tom was still reeling from the pain to even hear what she was saying. He knew he needed to get up and get out of there as soon as possible. This was getting out of hand.

Emily proceeded to sit on his back and held his arms together, while Hannah grabbed his legs and held them together. At this point Tom tried to speak up after he could hear tape being unrolled. “Guys what are you doing!? Please stop! I’m your brother!”

Emily scooted up slightly on his back with his arms still in hand. Since she was sitting on his back his face was pressed into the carpeted floor beneath him. She proceeded to shove both of her feet under his face. 

“EMILY STOP IT GET OFF.” He shouted, but as he did Emily’s feet followed his face wherever he tried to turn it.

“Just hang out in there for a bit ok? We’re almost ready bro. You’re gonna love this.” Emily spoke calmly.

Tom could only fight back for so long before his neck muscles gave out and his face slumped into the sweaty socked feet beneath him. In truth part of him was enjoying it, but based on his past experience he knew it’d quickly grow beyond that point. For now he allowed his head to rest within the confines of Emily’s sweaty cheesy socks. The odor was pretty strong, but not excessively so. 

Tom was quickly losing hope. Every few seconds he’d get a new spurt of energy but would quickly tire himself and his head would drop back into Emily’s feet, and he could feel more and more of his body being wrapped up in the cling wrap. Emily finally scooted up a little further and sat down on his upper back. She turned around so that she could hold his arms down at his side while Andrea and Hanna wrapped his torso up. Before long, they finally made it to his neck. They flipped him around and took a good look at their work.

“Oh this is perfect. There’s nothing worse than a foot sniffer that avoids feet.” Hannah said. “And believe me. Mine need a good thorough sniffing, so I hope you’re ready Tommy.”

Tom wiggled around as best as he could, but he could barely move. His body was packed so tightly, and with his arms at his side he couldn’t use them at all. As much as he hated to admit it, he could feel his boner growing. Thankfully it wasn’t visible because of how tightly his body had been wrapped up. “Guys, please, you have to stop this. You don’t understand, you’re all brainwashed.”

Andrea looked over at Hannah and said “You know what’s even worse than a foot sniffer that avoids feet? One that talks too much. Can I borrow your socks Emily?”

“It would be my honor” Emily responded as she peeled off her socks and handed them to Andrea.

“Wait! Wait! Andrea please, just listen. It was Esmerelda the psychic. That’s what the foot odor was on my face. That’s where the stone came from. Just please list—MPHHHMMPPH” Tom was cut short by Andrea shoving Emily’s sock in his mouth.

“Oh put a sock in it!” Hannah shouted down to him, laughing at the corniness of the joke. The other two rolled their eyes. Tom struggled like never before. Hannah looked down to Tom and sternly spoke at him, “Keep struggling and I’ll kick you again.”

Tom, remembering the pain from earlier, stopped moving. He just accepted the salty flavor of Emily’s sweaty foot. Andrea wrapped his mouth with duct tape around his head several times to make a tight seal. Emily and Andrea dragged his body over in front of the couch and laid him perpendicular to it, with his head in the center. Andrea proceeded to sit in the center of the couch, Emily on the floor to his left, and Hannah on the floor to his right. Tom looked up at Andrea with complete terror in his eyes, looking for an ounce of mercy from any of them.

“Oh Tommy. Don’t give me that look. We’re just going to make you smell our feet is all. Just take some nice deep breaths, it’s really easy.” Andrea spoke down sweetly to Tom.

Tom made pathetic muffled sounds in disagreement.

“What’s that? You want us to hurry up? Geez, alright, if you say so bro. I didn’t realize you were so excited for our stinky feet in your face.” Hannah taunted. 

Her and Andrea proceeded to peel off their socks and stick them near his face. Andrea then lowered her bare soles right above his face, while Emily brought hers to the side of his face, and Hannah on the other side. This created walls of feet all around him, ready to seal him inside. They were moving slowly just to taunt him. No matter which way he turned he would encounter another pair of his sister’s reeking feet ready to consume his face. Tom closed his eyes and accepted his fate. All 6 feet touched his head at the same time and completely encased him in stinky foot flesh.  

“Ahh now that’s the life.” Andrea said as she sighed. She brought her toes over to his nose, “C’mon bro, I want to feel you sniffing. Deeeeep breaths.” Tom turned his head to the right to try and evade them, bringing his nose into Emily’s feet. 

Emily added to the taunting, “Doesn’t matter where you turn Tommy, now you’ve got my pretty feet to deal with.” Tom turned his head left bringing his nose into Hannah’s feet.

“You’re such an idiot. Doesn’t matter what you do, you’re gonna be smelling one of our feet whether you like it or not.” Hannah commanded.

“Guys, hold his head straight please. I want to feel his breathing in between my sweaty toes.” Andrea asked. Emily and Hannah proceeded to press their feet tightly on either side of Tom’s head, forcing him to look upwards straight at Andrea’s feet, who then proceeded to re-seal her toes over his nose. With each labored breath Tom inhaled Andrea’s sour foot odor. 

The girls proceeded to turn on a movie and dimmed the lights in the living room. They kept Tom in this position for over an hour before rotating. Then another hour and they rotated again. While in his foot purgatory, Tom could only whimper and pray that eventually he’d have a chance to get free of his current bindings and grab that stone so he could undo this. He wasn’t sure how it worked at all, but he figured it would at least be better if it were in his possession, not to mention if he could just get away from the 3 of them he’d at least be able to stay away. Through out the movie they watched they kept taunting him. “Sniff in between my toes bro,” “Look at my pretty feet,” “Your face belongs under our feet,” “You were meant for this.” It quickly became a nightmare scenario for Tom. By the time the movie was over it was almost midnight.

Emily yawned and said, “Hey guys. Mom’s going to be home soon. We should probably hide him you know. It sucks that we can’t keep him at our feet ALL the time.”

Hanna responded, “Well, let’s move him to my room first and then we can figure out what to do.”

The girls released Tom’s head from their foot cage, giving him his first breath of fresh air in hours. Their odor now tainted his face, so the air he got wasn’t really fresh, but it wasn’t as bad. The three of them picked up his mummified body and brought it over to Hannah’s room, where they closed the door and locked it.

“Alright,” started Hannah, “We need to figure out how we can keep him under our feet for as long as possible. Just the idea that he’ll be breathing fresh air at any point makes me sick.”

“Ughh, I knowwww” Andrea commented in agreement.

“I at least wish our feet were stinkier. He’s been getting off easy tonight.” Emily added. As soon as she said this, the stone that she still had in her possession gave off a quick bright light and then went back to normal. Everyone in the room immediately noticed something. The scent of feet multiplied. Tom’s eyes grew wide as he realized what just happened. 

Emily spoke, “ummm, did our feet just get stinkier?”

“I’m pretty sure they did. Why don’t we have our little helper here be the judge?” Hannah added.

The three of them this time just surrounded his head in a semi circle and wildly began rubbing their feet in his face. Tom began to struggle with much more fight than before. It used to be in the tolerable range, but now the odor was absolutely repulsive. He could feel it burn his nostrils as it wormed his way into his poor lungs. 

“Man I can smell them from up here” Andrea said with disgust. She stared at the stone in Emily’s hand for a moment. “Hey Em, let me see that thing real quick.”

“Oh god.” Tom thought. “She must’ve figured it out. This is it. I’m fucked.” 

“Our feet should be a whole lot sweatier.” Andrea said as she clutched the stone. It flashed once again, and quickly the three of them could feel the sweat just start coming out of their feet. This also made the stench much more apparent. Tom’s face was instantly inundated with hot steamy foot sweat. Their feet could now glide with ease across his face, staining his skin with their now oppressive foot stench. The air in the room started to become insufferable. 

“I can’t believe this. Bro, it’s like you were made for this. Think about how much fun we can have now!” Hannah shouted with genuine excitement. In truth all 3 of them were now incredibly excited, their heads filling with ideas on how to torture their poor brother with their feet. “Gimme the rock, I gotta try something.” Hanna motioned towards the gem with her hand. After taking it in her hand she said, “Tom should be the only one who can smell our feet.” Suddenly, the odor in the room vanished. At the same time, Tom nearly jumped a foot in the air as he panicked. That command didn’t just make it so that only Tom could smell their feet, it made it so that all the odor from their feet would go straight to Tom, so instead of flying off all around the area it went straight up his nose. He writhed uncontrollably on the ground which made all 3 of them burst with laughter.

“Oh man, looks like Tommy’s not appreciating our gift” Emily managed to squeeze out in between laughs. She decided to sit on Tom’s stomach and really focus her toes and sole over his nose. “Smell that all up bro. Think about it. Now we can have you smell our feet ALL the time. You can’t EVER get away” she laughed cruelly as she laughed straight into his face, explaining his fate.

Tom continued writhing on the ground, both from what he was hearing and the continued onslaught of foot odor. 

“Move Emily, stop hogging his face!” Andrea said as she pushed Emily out of the way and shoved her feet into Tom’s face. The three of them proceeded to get into a fight to see who could have more of their feet on Tom’s face. Suddenly Emily stopped and snatched the stone out of Hannah’s hand.

“You got an idea Em?” Hannah asked.

“I was thinking…just because we can make sure he’s always smelling our feet, doesn’t mean he’ll always BE at our feet. Like we have to go to school and stuff. Who’s gonna keep him company while we do that? It makes me sad that he won’t have us around. And us fighting for room on his face got me wondering…” Emily then proceeded to whisper into Hannah and Andrea’s ears. Both of their eyes grew wide and they just looked down at Tom and burst into laughter once again.

Andrea managed to get out “Tommy Tommy Tommy, this day just keeps getting better and better for you.”

Tom was terrified of what they’d come up with. He knew it must have been something truly horrendous. Tom figured he could tolerate whatever torture they threw at him, so long as at some point they left him alone long enough for him to escape. But now that they were figuring out how to use the stone he could feel that hope slipping away from him. For some reason in that moment, his vision of being inside of Esmerelda’s disgusting shoe inhaling her cheesy foot odor flashed across his mind. The memory made him sick.

Emily clutched the stone, and pressed her sole over Tom’s mouth, letting her toes lightly grasp his nose. “Tom needs to be small enough to fit inside of our shoes.”

Tom’s eyes grew as wide as they could go. He began nodding his head no, looking at each of them. His muffled cries grew louder. His sisters could tell he was yelling the word “please” over and over again as tears formed in his eyes. Unfortunately all they did was giggle as the tears began streaming down his face. The stone flashed very bright this time. Tom knew his fate was sealed now. He began to feel very dizzy and the room started spinning. He recognized the feeling all too well. All 3 of them shoved their feet into his face and pressed hard. It only took a few seconds for the room to start getting larger and larger.

Tom passed out for a few seconds. The first thing he noticed before even opening his eyes was the stinging odor in the air, which seemingly consumed all the air around him. Opening his eyes he saw a sight that was truly a nightmare. Emily, Andrea, and Hannah, feet bared in all of their sweaty stinky glory, soles flexing and toes wiggling, and most ominous of all, the psychotic smiles on their faces brimming with excitement.

“Get ready Tommy. We’re about to make your life so much better. Just sweaty stinky feet all the time. They're so pretty aren't they?” Tom heard Andrea's voice booming.

Tom was completely overwhelmed at this point. The toxic odor being funneled straight into his nose was simply too powerful. It was definitely the foot odor he was used to, but seemingly concentrated over 100 times. Even with the bombardment of foot stench he could distinguish 3 individually sickening scents, one scent for each of his sisters. Tom looked up at them with complete disbelief of the situation. Just a few hours ago he had a normal life with his 3 sisters and his mom, enjoying each day as it came. Now he was at the mercy of those same 3 sisters and their massive unbearably smelly soles. All of them looked down at him with those evil looks on their faces, excited to consume him completely in their cheesy soles.

“This is a MUCH better look for you bro” Hannah shouted down to Tom, or at least from his perspective it seemed like shouting. Tom couldn’t stand the sight of this anymore. It was just too much. He could feel the heat coming off of their feet as if he were standing in front of a furnace. Tom turned around and took off running, but after a few seconds he felt his legs seemingly turn to jelly. He collapsed, having lost all feeling from the waist down. Andrea reached over and plucked him up by one leg. The world became blurry as he flew through the air between her fingers. Eventually he stopped moving and could feel he was being hung upside down.

Before Tom opened his eyes he could feel a certain heat from below him, and he could tell the air had gotten…humid. Upon opening his eyes he could see that Andrea was holding him upside down and they’d all surrounded him in a circle. She seemed to be reaching over and holding him over the middle of the circle. Looking down made Tom’s heart drop. A hot, sweaty, reeking cauldron of writhing and wiggling feet was waiting directly below him. If Andrea dropped him now he’d be completely swallowed up by their feet. Tom began screaming and pleading for them to let him go. 

“GUYS PLEASE!!! YOU HAVE TO LISTEN TO ME. THIS IS ALL A MISTAKE. YOU’RE NOT YOU RIGHT NOW.”

Andrea looked at Tom directly in his eyes and smiled. As he continued screaming, she began to lower his body down inch by inch. Tom reacted even more violently than before.

“ANDREA PLEASE DON’T. DON’T PUT ME IN THERE PLEASE ANDREA.”

Without a word Andrea continued to lower him in slowly but steadily. Tom could feel the heat and humidity growing, but worse than that the odor. Every inch closer packed a more powerful punch. Tom looked down and could see that his head was almost at their toes. Once he passed it he’d be deep in the steamy sweaty maw of their thick soles. Those 30 menacing toes continued to expand and contract, eager to accept him. Every time they opened up Tom could see sickening amounts of blackish-purple sludge in between their toes. Just looking at it made him want to vomit. Tom began to cry, his pleading now becoming some incoherent babbling as his head finally passed their toes. As this happened they all started bringing their toes closer and closer. The odor was unreal and part of Tom’s flailing was caused simply because his body couldn’t handle the horrid foot miasma that was forced into his lungs with every breath.

Andrea finally spoke, “Tommy, we got our toes all nice and stinky and sweaty just for you. I’m really sad that you tried to run away from them.”

Hannah added, “You could have been a nice little foot slave and been obedient, all you’d have to do is whatever we say.”

Emily finished as though all of them were in sync, “Now we have to punish you for being a bad little foot sniffer.”

They all expanded their toes one last time, giving Tom a good hard look as his cave was illuminated by the beams of light coming through their toes. Tom let out one final half-hearted “Please…” before the toes began to close in around his head. Andrea released his leg but he didn’t fall very far before his entire body was thrust into the center of the little foot cage they created with their toes. Tom was held up by their meaty soles under him and their toes rising above him. They clasped all of their feet together, sealing off all light and external air. 

“You can stay in there and think about what you’ve done bro. In the meantime, we’ll be thinking of your punishment.” Hanna spoke down to him. The current situation was simply too much to take in. He was dumbfounded that they were just now thinking of his punishment, which he assumed was his current predicament, which was already hell for Tom. He was trapped in a tight cocoon hot sweaty toes that refused to relent. No amount of squirming would afford him a way out. Tom repeatedly punched the walls of his cage, and eventually one of his fists actually slipped through Emily’s second and third toe thanks to the amount of sweat their feet were producing. Upon seeing this on the outside Emily burst into laughter at such a sight.

“Oh no you don’t bro, back in you go” Emily said through giggles as she used her index finger to push his arm right back through the gap it came out of and squeezed her toes a little tighter. Emily then took the stone, “Seems like you’re not taking this seriously at all bro. We’re going to have to punish you even more for that. Just stop trying to get away and sniff it.” Emily clutched the stone and thought for a moment. Then she pulled her feet away and grabbed Tom from within his foot chamber.

“Hey Hannah, can you spread your toes for a sec?” Emily asked. 

“Ummm, sure”, Hannah responded as both her and Andrea looked at Emily in confusion. 

Emily proceeded to skillfully grab a glob of toe jam from in between Hannah’s toes and hold it over Tom’s face. Hanna’s and Andrea’s expressions both turned to disgust now, taken aback by what Emily had in mind. She then grasped the stone with one of her feet, assuming it would still work and said “Tom’s mouth is open wide.” Tom’s mouth immediately opened, as he began trying to thrash about again, more tears streaming down his face. Everyone in the room knew what was about to happen and no one was going to stop it. “Now now Tom, you have to learn that you can’t just do whatever you want anymore. There are consequences to your actions.” Emily smiled as she rolled the toe jam into a neat squishy ball and proceeded to shove it right into Tom’s mouth. She thought of the stone again still grasped with her foot and said “Tom’s mouth is sealed shut, and he can’t swallow.” Immediately Tom’s mouth was sealed shut. The flavor of Hannah’s cheesy toe jam overcame Tom’s sense of taste as he slumped to the floor and curled up in the fetal position, unable to withstand the onslaught to his senses. Emily proceeded to pick him up and drop him back into the foot circle, replacing her feet and resealing with her toes. They could all feel Tom wiggle around like a little worm.

The brief moment of disgust felt by Hannah and Andrea was quickly replaced by delight for Andrea and pride for Hannah. “I’m so proud of you little sis, you’ve learned so much” Hannah said jokingly wiping an invisible tear from her eye. Emily laughed and thanked her. “But if teaching him a lesson is what we’re after, let me grab that stone.” Hannah finished. Emily grinned as she handed the stone to Hannah. “Tommy if you can hear me, I know you’re in heaven right now but I want you to know we’re really upset at your behavior. Stay in there nice and quiet ok?” Hannah knew her words would serve to infuriate Tom further. Infuriate or grant despair, she’d be happy with either. Clutching the stone she spoke, “Tom’s sense of taste and smell are doubled.” Immediately they all felt the tiny foot worm stuck amongst their toes begin thrashing about, clawing for escape to no avail. They rubbed their feet ever so slightly just to rub it in, to send a message.

“Damn, you guys don’t mess around huh?” Andrea said giggling.

“Only the stinkiest for the best brother in the world.” Hannah answered. 

After a few moments of admiring their work, the girls started brainstorming about what they should do next. They knew they wanted to keep torturing Tom with their mind numbingly horrid feet, but they weren’t sure how to go about it. 

Emily started, “So, how should we have Tom make it up to us for trying to run?” 

Andrea commented, “I like seeing him wiggle around trying to get away from our nasty feet, so we don’t want to punish him so much that he just gives up.”

Hannah responded, “Good point Andrea, if we’re TOO mean we’ll just break him. If he wants to get away from our feet so bad, maybe we should let him.”

Emily immediately responded, “Ummm what? No way. We shouldn’t EVER let him get away from feet.”

Hannah answered Emily’s concerns, “Hear me out. We just need to make him think there’s a chance. It’ll be more fun that way like Andrea said.”

Andrea chimed in “Ooooo!! I have an idea! What if we tell him we’ll give him the stone if he does what we say?”

Emily quickly added, “Ooooohhhhh I get it now. We can just keep telling him we’ll give him the stone to make him work hard.”

Hannah smirked, “Exactly. Now we just have to figure out what we want him to do.”

With poor Tom trapped being smothered in a foot flesh prison, breathing in lungful after lungful of his sister’s potent cheesy feet, the girls brainstormed on what they’d task their new foot bug with. After 30 minutes of deliberation, they finally finished their master plan. Peeling apart their toes to reveal the human foot worm within, they all peered down at Tom’s sorry state. Tom looked up to finally see light. He watched as their stinky toes split apart letting beams of light enter, allowing him to see their big smiling faces beyond the toes, however they didn’t part their soles so Tom was still resting on a bed of foot flesh. 

Andrea spoke down to Tom in a sing song voice, “Oh little brooo~, we have good news for youuuu~”. Tom knew this couldn’t be a good thing. Tears streamed down his face as he watched those massive cheesy toes wiggle more stench into his cave as his sadistic sisters looked down at him with pure unfiltered joy.