Be Careful What You Wish For

Steve was an eighteen year old boy who lived with his mother who was thirty-two and twin sister Alice. His father passed away when he was only two, so he has no memory of him. Steve's mother has three states of existence since his father died. Working, drinking, or passed out drunk. His sister avoided home a lot because of this, and this left Steve to learn how to fend for himself at a very young age. Sometimes days would go by before he saw his mother or sister, but he was ok with that. After spending so much time alone he had actually grown to prefer it.

    One day, while sitting on the living room floor playing video games and listening to the radio enjoying summer break, his sister came over to check on him.

    "How ya doin squirt?" she asked playfully

    He was looking down at her shoes. With such close proximity he could smell the slight stench of her dirty feet drifting into his nose. She had very smelly feet, and it didn't help that she didn't like being barefoot. Ever since he could remember, Steve has always had a weird attraction to feet. He knew they were considered disgusting, and even found them kind of disgusting, but that seemed to be what intrigued him so much. Alice had beautiful feet and Steve couldn't understand why she would keep them locked away in her shoes all the time. One of the only times he gets to see them is when she comes out of the shower and goes into her room. His room is between hers and the bathroom, so whenever he hears her getting ready to come out he lays down by his door and watches her feet pass as she walks by. He would even go to the lengths of making little clay people and hiding them in the hall to see if she would step on them and notice. Many times she crushed the clay people, but never seemed to notice, even when they stuck to her feet. Now as he sits on the floor smelling them he wishes he could put his nose in closer and take a big whiff. Instead he just looks up at her and replies, "I'm fine thanks."

    "Ok, well I'm going out with Haley, don't do anything stupid like burn the house down. Alright?"

    "Ok, I won't."

    And with that, she left. A few minutes later a breaking news story came on the radio. They were talking about a new mutated strain of the shrinking virus that had emerged. Apparently people infected with the new strain had the power to shrink at will with all the benefits of an immortal tiny. The could also grow back to normal size provided they had the space to do so. Steve found this highly intriguing. If he could do that he would shrink and hide in his sisters room so he could finally get close and smell them. He couldn't get the thought out of his head. All day he spent imagining how amazing it would be to smell her feet up close, or to smell her shoes while standing in the toe section. He was obsessed.
  

  That night as he lay in bed, he found himself wishing he had the new strain of shrinking virus. It would be his dream come true. Shortly after drifting off he started to have a very strange dream. He found himself talking with a giant blue glowing orb.

    "So you wish to have the new shrinking virus. Are you sure that's really what you want?" the orb asked him.

    "Oh absolutely," he replied, "it would be my wildest dream come true!"

    "Then I shall grant you your wish. But be warned, the world is a dangerous place when you're tiny. It's very easy to find yourself stuck and unable to grow back."

    "Don't worry, I'll be extra careful."

    "Your wish has been granted, enjoy!"

    With that he woke up. What a strange dream, he thought to himself. I wish it was true. Again, he thought about how great it would be to be shrunk, and found himself in utter shock as he dwindled away to almost nothing on his bed. He freaked out, this was totally unexpected. He wanted to be tall again. Next thing he knew, he was back to normal size. It was real! It worked! His mind began to race with exciting thoughts. He looked at the clock and was shocked to find that it was already two in the afternoon. He went to bed very late, as was usual, but it still wasn't like him to sleep this late. No matter. Time to enjoy his new powers.

    After checking the house to make sure he was alone he made his was up to his sisters room. He knocked to see if she was there. No answer. He knew the door would be locked because she didn't trust their alcoholic mother. It was of little concern to him though. He simply shrunk down to a half of an inch and crawled easily under the door. He was immediately met by her shag carpet who's fibers stood almost as tall as he did at this height. He made his way deep enough into the shag jungle to get far enough away from the door to have ample space to grow back. Maneuvering through the dense shag proved to be quite the challenge and took him almost a half hour to move forward a mere few inches.

    He grew back and surveyed his surroundings. Her room was a mess, partially due to the fact that she was rarely ever in it. Along the wall was a mountain of dirty clothes. That was his target. At the base of the pile he saw a pair of pink ankle socks that he was pretty sure she had just worn the day prior. He could see the bottom of the socks were pretty dirty and even standing at normal height he could still notice a hint of their scent in the air. As he started reaching down to pick it up her heard a loud bang that was the front door. He froze, scared he might get caught. Right after the front door closed he heard the sound of people running up the steps. Alice must be home, and Haley is probably with her. The last thing he wanted was for Alice to find him in her room, so in a panic he quickly shrunk back down to a half an inch so he could hide among the carpet fibers.

    Just as he stopped shrinking he heard the sound of her inserting her key into her door knob. Her and Haley came bursting in immediately afterwards. Steve looked in awe at the sight of his giant sister. Up until now this was something he had only ever dream of. His distraction only lasted a second however once he noticed an overwhelming horrid stench. He looked behind him and saw a giant valley of pink not far from where he was. It was her sock. The smell was so much stronger at this size and such close proximity. He didn't like it at all and quickly found himself losing interest in his sisters feet. The smell was just far too much for him to handle.

    "Don't worry," he heard Alice tell Haley, "I'll just be a second. I just want to change out of these flats and into my comfy vans. It's way too hot for flats today."

    "I don't see what the big deal is," Haley responded, "they look great on you."

    "My feet are literally sitting in puddles of sweat. It's absolutely disgusting, look."

    She sat down on the edge of her bed and slipped off her flats to show Haley as the excess sweat rolled off her foot and back into the shoe. She wasn't kidding, there really were literal puddles in her shoes. She wiped her feet across the shag carpet a few times to try and pull off some of the extra sweat, then made her way over to her dresser for a pair of socks.

    "Damn," she said, "all out of clean socks. Guess I'll just have to wear a dirty pair today"

    "Girl your feet smell bad enough," Haley said, "the last thing you should do is put on dirty socks!"

    "Well I'm not wearing my vans barefoot, and I'm certainly not putting those flats back on, so do you have any better ideas?"

    "Oh just put on your damn dirty socks and lets go already."

    Alice made her way over to the dirty laundry pile. It was only a matter of mere seconds before her foot was looming directly over Steve. All he could do was look up in horror and watch as his giant unaware sisters foot came down upon him. As she shriveled back in fear he subconsciously shrunk himself even more coming to a stop at an eighth of an inch tall. As her foot settled to a stop he found himself safely located under the space under her toes directly under the second toe. The smell was overpowering, it was the worst thing he could have ever imagined. As much as he used to wish he could get this close to her feet, he was now wishing the exact opposite. All he wanted was to get as far away from these nasty things as possible.

    As she bent down to retrieve her pink socks from the floor her toes flattened out pushing Steve down lightly into the carpet. It wasn't much pressure, but it was enough to force a huge glob of thick sweaty toe jam into his mouth. He found it absolutely repulsive and was silently begging her to hurry up and leave so he could get out of this room and forget this horrible incident had ever happened. Unfortunately he would not be so lucky. As she lifted her foot and started walking back towards her bed, the hot and sticky sweat that had accumulated under her toes held poor Steve fast in his place. He tried to fight his was off, but it was of little use. The sweat felt as though it had glued him in place. Being out of her shoes and in the air conditioning her feet were drying at a rapid rate and Steve could feel it solidifying more with every second sealing him tighter and tighter to her toe.

    He could only watch in horror as her dirty pink sock quickly overtook the outside world. The smell of her dirty sock only added to the torment of the already nasty smell of her dirty feet. It was only a few seconds later Steve heard the horrifying loud scraping noise that was her sliding her feet in to her vans. As her foot settled in place he knew he was doomed to spend the rest of the day inside this horrid shoe and began to cry. This was not at all what he had wanted. Had he been given the chance to shrink just small enough to get in and out of her shoe with ease, he would have found how repulsive it truly was and would have no longer fantasized about his sisters nasty feet.

    "All set, lets go," Alice told Haley.

    "Well it's about time," she replied jokingly as they exited the room.

    They left the house and stepped out into the hot and humid summer air. They both started sweating profusely As they walked towards the local skate park to watch the boys skateboarding and flirt. Down in Alice's shoe Steve was in Hell. The worst smell he could have ever imagined was getting worse by the second and all the sweat felt like it was being pushed into him through all his pores and he could taste it all with the entirety of his body.

    By the time the girls reached the skate park Alice's socks were completely drenched in sweat. It was a little uncomfortable, but she was glad she chose this over flats. The girls ended up spending the entire day outside before heading back to Haley's house where Alice was going to be sleeping over. Steve thought he was going to lose his mind. It felt like his entire body had been replaced with toe jam and he could taste it all with every fabric of his being. He just wanted out. He kept wishing and praying for an end, or even death, because death would be far better than another second on the underside of his sisters toe.

    Now that they were inside he waited in anticipation for her to take her shoes off. He already knew she rarely took off her shoes so he found himself looking for any sign she might be getting tired. She would probably still keep her socks on but at least he would be free of the stale stench that was unable to leave the shoe. Plus once she took off her shoes the outside air should at least help to dry her socks and feet. So he waited, trying his hardest to remain patient. He became highly excited when her heard the muffled sounds of the girls talking about getting ready for bed.

    "Aren't you going to take your shoes off?" Haley asked Alice.

    "No," she replied. "I can already smell my feet, and it's kind of embarrassing. I don't wanna stink up your room and force you to smell them, I'll be fine, it doesn't bother me."

    "It's really no big deal," Haley said giggling, "I don't mind."

    "I'd still rather not.."

    Steve's heart sank hearing these words. He just wanted out of this relentless torture. He knew she had laid down on her back as his body raised up to an upright position, something he'd rarely felt all day. As she lay there trying to doze off she scrunched her toes in her wet socks. Something about the squelching sweat between her toes was just amusing to her. On Steve's end though it meant a lot of getting pinched in between the folds of her toe flesh. He was beginning to lose hope. At this size sleep was unnecessary and something he was unable to do. So all night as she slept and thought nothing of how gross her feet were, Steve felt like he was spending eternity becoming one with his sisters foot and toe jam. Now all he could do was hope she took a shower first thing in the morning. The last thing he wanted was to be stuck here for another full day.

    With no way of telling time he had no way to know how long she'd been sleeping. It had to be at least six or seven hours, she should be getting up soon. Unfortunately for Steve, it had only been about an hour. He was in for a very long and horrid night. And as the night went on, the only thing not foot related he found occasionally cross his mind was that age old expression, "be careful what you wish for."


To Be Continued...