Be Careful What You Wish For Ch. 3

     Alice was awoken by the sound of her alarm.

    "Shit," she muttered, "I must have dozed of, I'd better hurry up and get ready."

    She quickly hopped out of bed and started scrambling around her room getting everything she needed in her bag. As she was getting her clothes ready she realized that she had forgotten about not having any clean socks left. She also hadn't thought to throw her dirty clothes in the washroom, so she knew there was no way her mom would've washed anything. She was getting frustrated and unsure of what to do. She didn't have time to wash anything, and still needed a shower. There was no way she was going to put these socks back on, they felt downright horrid.

    She finished stuffing her bag with everything except socks and made her way to the bathroom. As she walked down the hall she noticed all the sweat in her shoes squelching beneath her feet. She hadn't meant to wear them to sleep, in fact, she really wished she hadn't. Now they weren't going to have much time to dry out before she has to put them back on again to leave. She was looking foreword to a nice relaxing shower to wash away the several days worth of filth that had accumulated on her. After she entered the door behind her she quickly removed her nasty shoes. The smell of her feet was so bad, that as it rapidly released the shoe and traveled to her nose, her face scrunched in disgust at how bad her own smell could be. All the accumulated sweat in her socks held them fast to her feet. As she peeled them off her feet she couldn't help but think, "man, it's a good thing these socks aren't alive, how awful would that be," and she found herself giggling at the thought. After removing both socks, curiosity got the best of her. She pulled the socks up a few inches from her nose and took a tiny cautious whiff. Her head pulled back in revulsion and she even gagged a little.

    "Oh my God," she said giggling to herself, "that's just downright naaasty."
    And with that she turned on the shower and started to climb in.

    Steve's heart once again began to race with excitement and anticipation of freedom when he heard Alice's alarm going off. His living conditions were beyond unbearable long before she had gone to sleep last night, so needless to say after another nine hours sweltering in her shoes, he was getting very excited to see this nightmare come to an end. He could feel her foot flying around much faster than usual now, she must be rushing to get all her stuff ready. He knew for sure this time that she had to be taking a shower. She was about to go on her yearly camping trip with Haley, and there was no way she would go without showering knowing that it would be another week before having the chance to shower again.

    When she got into the bathroom and started to remove her shoe, Steve started to cheer in excitement. As she peeled her sock off of her foot, the sound it made as it broke away from the sweat that glued it to her foot made it sound as though Steve was surrounded by a giant Velcro pad being pulled apart. He heard Alice giggling about how bad her socks smelled.. If only she knew. He was a little upset because for him it felt as though she was laughing at his plight, but he reminded himself that she had no idea he was even down here, and it was his own stupid fault. It was of little matter though. Her heard the shower water start to run and was immediately happy and excited again knowing he was about to get washed off her foot.

    As Alice stepped into the shower Steve was instantly submerged in the running water that went flowing beneath her feet towards the drain. He could feel some of the sweat starting to melt and drift away, but he still couldn't seem to find enough strength to pull himself away from her flesh.  It wasn't long before the taste and smell of her strawberry body wash started to flow all around him. She was starting to wash off, he was almost free. He felt an extreme rush of excitement as her foot started to lift up. She was about to clean him off!

    He watched as her soapy hands flew past him a couple times, washing the underside of her feet, but she never pushed her fingers under or through her toes. Just a quick and simple wash, and Steve started crying as him and her foot descended back down to the floor. He was in a state of shock and disbelief. It had been almost four days since she had last washed her feet, how could she not do a more thorough job!? Steve's heart sank. He was too defeated and upset to even cry. He lost all hope. He knew he'd be doomed to spend the rest of his life down here, forever in Hell, all because he wanted a better smell of his sisters feet. "I'm going to spend the rest of my life down here," he thought to himself, "I might as well get used to it and accept it." With that thought, a single tear was shed, and immediately carried down the drain by the current of the shower. The drain that he had so badly wished could have consumed him...

    Alice finished up and got out of the shower. She had to finish quickly. Not getting anything done before falling asleep had put her further behind than she had anticipated. She finished up in the bathroom, wrapped her towel around her body, collected her dirty clothes off the floor, and left for her bedroom to get herself dressed. She threw her dirty laundry on the pile and made a mental note to take the laundry to the washroom before she leaves so she has some clean clothes to come home to. As she finishes getting dressed she is once again reminded she has no clean socks left. Having no other choice she digs through her laundry pile sniffing random socks to find a pair that smells a little less than the rest.

    Once she settles on a pair, she tosses them to the side and starts to gather the rest of the laundry to take downstairs. As she gathers up her clothes she looks at her very dirty and very smelly pink socks that she had just been wearing for the last several days. Even being several feet away she could still smell them. She cringed a little knowing this next pair would most likely get worse, but it was too late for her to do anything about it now. She knew by the time she got back she would probably have to throw her shoes in the wash as they already smelled God Awful.

    "Steve would probably love those socks," she thought to herself. "All the time he's staring at my feet, or making excuses to get close to them, like intentionally dropping things next to me. If he wants to know how bad my feet smell maybe I should let him find out."

    She started to chuckle. She knew exactly what to do. She picked up the pair of socks and went into Steve's room. She didn't know where he was, but his bed was already made so he must be out doing something. She moved his pillow and then neatly placed her still wet with sweat socks on the bed and placed his pillow back on top of them.

    "There," she said to herself, "now when he goes to bed he'll have the soothing smell of my nasty feet he loves so much to help him sleep."

    She laughed at what she had just done. She couldn't wait to get back from her camping trip to see his reaction. She was betting that if anything, he wouldn't even say anything and she would just never see those socks again. Steve was a good guy, but he was also definitely very weird. Either way, he was her brother and she loved him all the same. If he really enjoys those socks maybe at some point she'll even be nice enough to offer to let him smell her bare feet.

    As she took her laundry down, she thought about how funny it would be to have her little brother smelling her feet. She had a stronger more dominant personality and liked the feeling of being in control. Her sweet thoughts of being nice and allowing Steve to smell her feet, quickly took a sinister turn as she began to think of how much fun it would be to force him to lick her nasty feet clean after they get like they were this morning. "And that little weirdo would probably do it," she thought to herself, "Hell, he'd probably enjoy it!"

    Again she started laughing as she dropped off her laundry in the washroom and made her way back to her room to finish getting ready. As she started pulling on her new pair of dirty socks her mind was still on Steve and her feet. She heard many tales of people turning tinies into their own personal foot slaves. She would definitely let Steve be her foot slave if he ever contracted the shrinking virus. What are twin sisters for? She just knew he loved her feet, and she'd be honored to have him worship and clean them at their stinkiest.

    She couldn't believe the things going through her mind. She had to stop thinking these things, it was just downright crazy and absurd. She loved her brother, she didn't really want him to shrink. As fun as it might be for her, she doubted he would love her stinky feet that much. She couldn't actually subject him to that, he was her twin brother, she was meant to look out for him. The only reason she doesn't spend much time with him is because he enjoys his solitude.

    Her train of thought was broken by a knock at the door. She gathered up her things and put her shoes on. She groaned in disgust as her dry socks quickly absorbed the cool puddles of sweat still trapped her shoes. She really loved camping, but this was going to be a long week. It gets so embarrassing when Haley insists she take of her shoes and she doesn't want to because she knows they smell bad. By the end of this week they'll probably smell the worst they ever have, and she was not looking foreword to it.

    She ran down the stairs and to the front door. Standing there was Haley, right on time and ready to go. Alice followed her out and threw her stuff in the back of Haley's father's truck. Being towed behind that was her parent's camper that they slept in while the girls slept in a tent outside. The girls climbed into the back seat of the truck excited and ready to go.

    Steve just watched the floor pass him by as Alice walked around finishing getting ready. He just had to accept that this was his new position in life. Nothing more than a piece of toe jam. This wasn't so bad though. It was nice not being trapped inside her sock and shoe. Just being free from the days he spent in darkness was a nice break from what he'd been through. He wished his sister liked to walk around barefoot more often. Then his predicament wouldn't be quite so bad. At least he could see the world around him, as well as hear it a little better. And as much as her feet might smell, it would be nowhere near as horrible as spending days in the same socks and shoes.

    As she was getting ready Steve noticed that something kept making her giggle. Being in such a diminutive position unaware of most things going on around him, he couldn't help but feel like it had something to do with him. Either way, he didn't like knowing she was happily enjoying herself while he was trapped under her toe, being forced to endure all the worst that her feet could give him. He became even more uncomfortable when he noticed she was in his room next to his bed and still giggling. What could she possibly be up to that's so funny?

    He noticed while watching the floor that she had made her way into the laundry room. She must be getting her clean clothes. He was curious as to why she would wait the last minute to get her clothes ready. She only remained in the laundry room for a few seconds and left again. Steve came to the frightening realization that she was dropping of her dirty clothes and not picking up any clean ones. So what did that mean for him. He knew she still didn't have any clean socks. As he felt himself getting worked up he remembered he was trying to just accept it. He had no control or say in the matter whatsoever. All he could do was tag along and try to make the best of it, whatever that meant..

    As she pulled her sock over her foot, he could tell by the stale scent it gave off that it was dirty. He really hoped she hadn't intended to wear these socks the whole week while camping. Maybe this would actually make her desperate enough to spend some time walking around barefoot. At least if she did that Steve could see daylight and other things like he was just enjoying before she put socks back on. His train of though was quickly interrupted by Alice sliding her foot into her shoe. He could hear the sweat sloshing beneath him as her foot quickly slid across the insole and rested to a stop as she settled in. The smell of the sweat in the shoe instantly overpowered any remnants of the strawberry scent from her shower. Then as she curled her toes in disgust, her now soaking wet socks pinched in between her toes, and left a disgusting layer of slimy old sweat on the underside of her toes.

    Steve was quickly reminded of just how bad it tasted to be trapped under Alice's foot, and his resolve to accept it was quickly diminishing. Every heavy step she took as she ran down the stairs to the front door banged in Steve's head like a nail being driven into his coffin. Only he couldn't die, or even sleep, to escape the agony of life as toe jam. Again he hated himself for his foolishness. He could no longer remember what even possessed him to make that wish. Why would he want to smell his sisters feet? Feet are disgusting! After days of being trapped under one Steve realized just how foolish his fantasy was. By the time Alice was climbing into the back of the truck, her feet were now starting to produce their own sweat to add to what was still left in her shoes from days of wear. And once again, in the back of Steve's mind, all he kept thinking was, "be careful what you wish for..."