The Long Game CH. 3

Once again, I found myself trapped under Mary’s foot. This time as she crushed me, she ground her foot back and forth like someone trying to put out a cigarette. I wished more than ever for my body to just give out and pop. The pain was excruciating! She picked her foot up, and once again I found myself stuck to her sole, only this time, much smaller. Next thing I knew I saw the floor coming back rapidly as she stomped down on me again. And again, and again, and again. 

“You little shit,” she said, “I’ll teach you to try to run away from me. If a week wasn’t enough to break you, maybe I should go for two weeks. Fuck it, maybe I’ll go a solid month. I’m getting used to bathing with baby wipes. Can you imagine all the nasty things that’ll grow in that time!? You won’t just be worrying about toe jam next time, but also fungus and God knows what else! Not to mention, I’m sure at your smaller size, it’ll be even worse than the first time around just because of that! Well, anyways, I guess you’re about to find out! See you when.. Well, when I can no longer stand how disgusting my feet feel! Have fun!” 

She picked up her socks from earlier and began to slide them back on. When I saw that she was putting her nasty, week old socks back on, my heart sank into my stomach. As her sock overtook me, so did the nasty smell left behind by her feet, just mere hours ago. In fact, I couldn’t help but shudder at the fact that these socks were still so fresh from being worn that they hadn’t even completely dried yet, forcing me to absorb cold stale sweat out of her sock as it drug across me and settled into place. 

I could hear as sweat began squelching up from her insole as her foot began sliding back into her nasty shoe. As it bubbled up out of her insole, it soaked into her sock, and in turn myself as well. Once again I found all my senses ablaze in agony. My skin burned from the acrid sweat it was being forced to absorb and my sense of taste was once again being overly violated by the taste of her stale nasty sweat. The sweat tasted far worse than it had the first time I was in her shoe, but in all actuality, the sweat now present around me had actually lost a little bit of it’s potency as it sat, free of her foot. However, due to my newfound size, all my senses had yet again been heightened. I was in for one Hell of a ride. 

“Well, now that we’re all settled in, and you’re right back where you belong, I guess now is a good time for me to actually go ahead and go to bed,” Mary said, swinging her feet onto her bed and pulling up the covers. 

I found myself in an awkward position. Her foot was actually clean because of the work I had just put into cleaning it, meaning the parts of my body pressed up against it weren’t being bombarded by an overwhelming taste of filth. While the other half of my body on the other hand was being forced to absorb the filth still present within her sock and shoe. However, this imbalance didn’t last me long. 

With her feet under a thick blanket, while also in socks and shoes, it didn’t take long for her to get hot enough to start producing new sweat. As little beads of sweat began to leak out of her pores, they combined with the old, semi-dry sweat, that had been locked within her socks and shoes, bringing the scent and taste of everything closer to its full potential. Before the night was even halfway over, I was absorbing an equal amount of filth from all sides with an intensity hundreds of times worse than the first time due to my new size as well as starting off in a stench already a week old. 

I couldn’t stop thinking about how foolish I had been to believe that I actually stood any chance at getting free. Even if I would have gotten away, what then? Play a never ending game of hide and sneak until I can find a way to get out of the house? And even then, what would I do from there? It was such a stupid idea to think I ever stood a chance of escaping, and now here I was, paying the consequences for it. All I could do now was hope that she wasn’t serious about how long she intended on keeping me in here. Remembering the torment that I had gone through the first time she did this to me, I knew the best option I had was to try to mentally disconnect what best I could until the time came that she decided to set me free... 

Though I could never escape the torment of my ever worsening conditions, I managed to shut off most other thought processes while I was trapped in her shoe. I never paid attention to what she was doing, or tried to figure out where we were or the time of day. I just completely tuned out everything but the crushing, agonizing pain that came with being a sponge trapped under someone’s foot. But finally the day came where she slipped off her shoe, and once again I found my heart aflutter as I felt the cool breeze of the outside air once again work its way through her sock. Almost as soon as she removed her foot from her shoes, I heard her coughing and gagging. 

“Oh my God!” She yelled out. “That smells fuckin terrible!” 

Again she started gagging at the smell of her feet. Unlike last time when she kept her socks on for a while, this time she removed them almost immediately after taking her shoes off. She stuffed her socks into her shoes and sat on the floor. She propped her feet up, giving me a view of where her soles were pointed. In front of me I saw the screen of her cell phone, set up with the camera set for selfie mode. There I was, looking at myself, stuck to the bottom of her hot sweaty foot. 

She giggled as she snapped several pictures of me trapped to her sole. Once satisfied, I once again found myself pressed into the floor as she moved to retrieve her phone before once again sitting down and propping her feet up. She brought the foot I was trapped to up towards her face to get a better look at me.  

“Ok,” she said, “so it’s been like.. God, how long has it been? Almost two months now I think.. I don’t know.. Honestly, I stopped paying attention and lost track weeks ago. All that really matters is that the whole time you were suffering in misery. Fuckin moron, thinking you could actually get away from me. You’re mine! I own you! You’ll never be free from this life! And now, because of that shit you tried to pull, I’m going to go as hard on you as I can. I’m going to make you suffer through all the most fucked up shit I can make you suffer through! Are you ready for that!? From now on, your life is nothing but pain and suffering, all for my pleasure!” 

She scratched me off her foot and into her hand. 

“So I’m not gonna lie,” she continued, “at this new size, there’s no way I’m going to have the patience to sit here and do nothing while you take hours and hours to clean my feet. So I think I’ve come up with a better, more efficient way to have you clean my feet. Unfortunately for me, that means I need to help you, which means I’m going to have to find more ways to make you suffer for that.. Anyways, lets get started, shall we?” 

She once again positioned me so that most of my body was wrapped in her hand with her forefinger supporting the back of my head as she brought my face down towards her heel. She began to grind my face all around her heel, forcing me to absorb all the sweat that had been rapidly drying in the cooler, air-conditioned air. While there was still some wet sweat, most of it had thickened into a slime that stuck firmly to her flesh, causing her to have to drag my face over it over and over again to ensure that she had gotten all of it off. 

Then she proceeded to slide my face up and down across her arch, where the sweat there seemed almost a little thicker. It didn’t take too long before she had made her way to the ball of her foot. The whole experience was a nightmare. I was absorbing almost two month old sweat off her foot at such an alarming rate that overwhelming isn’t a strong enough word to describe what the taste of it all was doing to my senses. As more and more sweat was forced into me and condensed for more to fit, it all just festered in an acrid eternal internal Hell. 

As she finished the ball of her foot, I found myself flying around at dizzying speeds as she readjusted us so that she could use me to clean her other foot. I wasn’t sure why she hadn’t bothered to do her toes, but at this point I wasn’t complaining. As much as I was hoping that she had simply forgotten, the realistic side of me who was getting used to her ways of thinking now, began to think that she probably wanted to save it all to make me do it all at once, knowing that doing it that way gives me no reprieve from one foot to the next. 

Once again, she finished the ball of her foot and stopped. Having cleaned the majority of both her feet she stood up and took me over to the couch. She propped her feet up on the coffee table, leaned forward, and pressed me in between her big and second toe. 

“Get to work, bug!” She commanded. 

With my legs resting on the top of her foot, I leaned forward and began to lick the filth on the underside of her toes. From the second my mouth touched her toe, I wished for death to come and set me free. Without warning she leaned back and lifted her feet high up above the table. Not sure if this was another one of her weird tests or not, I didn’t want to risk getting in trouble, and simply continued to clean her feet.  

“Good boy,” she said giggling. 

Next thing I knew her toes were slowly closing around me and I had no means to escape. Not to mention, even if escape had been possible, at this point I don’t think I would’ve been brave enough to even consider attempting it. She made it very clear that behavior like that would not be tolerated, and I would be God damned if I went and made that mistake for a third time! She giggled even harder as she began to kick her feet wildly up and down, throwing my brain into a dizzying frenzy, before finally slamming her heels down onto the table and bringing them to a complete stop. 

“That was fun,” she said, still laughing. “Anyways, keep cleaning while I play on my phone. And I expect you to be thorough.” 

She plucked me from out of her toes and set me down on the table before sliding her feet down the edge of the table until the balls of both her feet were resting at the edge of the table, making in between her toes now easily accessible to me. I crawled over to her resting feet and began cleaning right were I had left off. I tried to pay as little mind as possible to Mary as she sat there, constantly typing on her phone and frequently laughing. No doubt texting someone about what she was putting me through. 

I was just about finished with her second foot when my suspicions where confirmed. There was a knock at the door. She sprung up from her position that I was thrown off guard and stumbled backwards, scrambling to pick myself up as she scrambled to answer the door. I had just regained my standing composure as she opened up the door. I watched, eager to see who it was that she had invited over.  

When I saw Erika walk through the door, my heart sank lower than ever. If there was ever someone who enjoyed tormenting me more than Mary did, it was her twisted cousin Erika. Any time there were family get togethers, Mary, Erika, and Myself were all sent off because we were younger. The girls would team up on me and do pretty much whatever they wanted to me.  

Once, the three of us were alone together for the weekend while our parents all went out camping.

As soon as our parents where gone, the girls pounced me and tied me up. They picked me up and dropped me on the couch, saying that I would make a far more comfortable seat than the cushions that were already there. While Mary liked using my face more for a foot rest than a seat, Erika loved using my face as a seat more than anything. 

I spent the vast majority of the weekend trapped on the couch under my step sister and her cousin, with Mary on my stomach or chest, and Erika on my face almost the entire time. As bad as that was, it was only the start. Shortly after their shenanigans began, door dash arrived with their taco bell, and I knew I was done for. It didn’t take long for the tacos to take affect on Erikas stomach. I was already struggling to breath. My mouth was being held shut by the force of her sitting on it, and my nose was pressing one of her cheeks back enough for her asshole to be resting just at the tip of it. 

I felt a warm puff of air across my nose, followed by the nastiest stench I’d ever experienced, at least at that point of my life. Unfortunately for me, that little kiss of a fart was just the tiny tip of an insanely large iceberg. She spent most of the rest of the day using me as her personal fart filter as her and Mary just laughed hysterically every single time she let one slip out. She even went so far as to put a blanket over us to hold in the smell for me. 

Now here she was, walking through my front door, super excited and looking right at me. She wasted no time running over and scooping me up off the table. 

“Oh my God yes!” She shouted in my face. “I’ve waited so long for this! I can’t believe she actually got you to do it! This is going to be the best fucking experience of my life! I mean, don’t get me wrong, I’ve fucked with tiny’s before, but you’re not just any tiny, you’re you! My favorite plaything at full size, and now my soon to be favorite play thing at this fun new size! It’s been such a long time since I’ve seen you. What do you say we all have a little fun together just like the good old times! 

“Oh yea,” Mary replied, “sounds good to me. What did you have in mind?” 

Erika opened her hand and let me drop to the floor. She kicked her flip flops off to the side and stepped in front of me. A second later, Mary was at her side.  

Both of them raised their feet high above me. Then they took turns taunting me. A foot would slam down and miss me by mere inches, or hit me on the top of the head, but then stop before actually crushing me. Finally, after jumping, dodging, and cowering in fear, one of their feet finally landed on me and pinned me to the floor. Once again I found myself being ground into the floor like a cigarette. 

Whoever I was stuck to took a couple steps and sat down. Before I had a chance to see anything, another foot obstructed my view and smashed into me. Now mashed between two feet, I could feel them being ground together. I was so disoriented that I couldn’t tell if I was being crushed between both girls feet, or just the pair of one girls feet. All I knew was that I wanted out. Finally, the second foot pulled away slowly and I could see that it was attached to Mary, who was sitting across from me, meaning I was currently stuck to Erikas foot. 

“Man this is fun,” Erika said. “You know what would make this even more fun though? A trip to the gym! What do you say little bug man? Want to join us at the gym?” 

“Oh yea!” Mary chimed in. “I think that’s a great idea! After all the time he’s just spent under my nasty sweaty feet, I’m sure he’s looking forward to getting some nice one on one time with your feet. I know in the past you’ve always love torturing him under your ass, but trust me when I say, you are absolutely going to love torturing him with your feet. Have I ever told you how much feet gross him out?” 

“No! What!? Really!? And you’re just telling me this now, why?” 

“Sorry girl,” Mary said giggling, “I had to keep some of the fun all to myself.” 

They both laughed. 

“Well I guess that explains why you always loved shoving your feet in his face. Honestly, I kinda thought you were both kinda into that.” 

They laughed even harder. 

“Into that!? I mean, yea, I am, but he sure the Hell isn’t” 

I couldn’t stand the conversation I was hearing, nor the nasty laughter that followed every sentence. 

“Well shit,” Erika said, “My feet always stank way worse than yours! This poor bastard is in for the run of his life! Anyways, now I’m super excited to go do this! I got everything I need in my car. Why don’t you grab what you need so that we can get the Hell out of here and go have some fun already!?” 

“Alright, it’ll only take me a second to get my stuff, go ahead and get the car started, I’ll meet you out there!” 

With that, Erika slipped her foot back into her flip flop, shutting out my ability to see, and made her way out to her car. I was extremely scared of what was next to come. I’ve never had to smell Erika’s feet before, but I’ve heard tale that they are amongst the smelliest feet in the family. Far smellier than Mary’s feet, and Mary is also known for having pretty potent feet. But I knew the gym was only a few minute drive away and it wouldn’t be long before I got a firsthand taste of how bad Erikas feet can get. Literally...