Keke

When I first saw Keke, She was sitting across from me at the bar. The second I saw her, I just knew that I had to go introduce myself. She was just my type and I felt that I absolutely had to take the chance, knowing I would never forgive myself if I didn’t. So I made my way up to her and offered to buy her a drink. Smiled and said “thank you,” I swear my heart skipped a beat. I took the seat next to her and we got to talking. We drank for hours, talking about just about anything and everything we could possibly think of.

After a while, she began to get super flirty. She would touch my leg, bat her eyes, and that smile.. I couldn’t get enough of that adorable smile. She started asking more personal, and somewhat sexy questions, really peaking my interest.

“So what lengths would you go to in order to make me happy?” She asked.

“Honestly,” I said, “for a woman as beautiful as you, I’d be willing to do absolutely anything your pretty heart desires.”

“What if I told you that what I wanted most was to shrink you down, stuff you in my socks, and leave you there, to be forever trampled by my pretty little feet.”

“Well, I mean, that’s not exactly a possible thing, but hey, if that’s what it would take to make you happy, then so be it, that’s what I would do.”

“Really!? You mean it?”

“Yea. Absolutely. I mean, you’re fucking gorgeous! There wouldn’t even be a second guess.”

“But what if I told you that I had really bad smelling feet? Would you still be willing to do it then?”

“I’ll be honest, these questions are kinda weird, but yea, I’d still be willing to do that for you. I mean, I’m not really a big fan of feet, and I kinda think they’re gross, but again, if that was what it would take to make you happy then so be it. I find it very hard to believe that a girl as beautiful as you could ever have even slightly stinky feet.”

“Oh my, you really are the absolute sweetest! You want to come back to my place for the night?”

I couldn’t believe my luck. I”m usually not one to even have the nerve to talk to a girl, now here I was with the girl of my dreams being invited back to her house! I paid off our tab and we made our way out of the bar. She contacted an Uber and before I knew it, we were back at her place. We entered here apartment and she led me into the living room where she playfully pushed me backwards onto the couch.

“So did you really mean it when you said I could shrink you?” She asked.

“I mean, if it was something that was possible for you to do, yeah absolutely,” I said. “Anything to make you happy.”

“Ok, I just had to be sure. The spell won’t work if you don’t agree to it.”

“Spell?”

She started to utter something in a strange language that I had never heard before, followed by a sap of her fingers. In an instant, my skin began to tingle and it felt as though my blood had ran cold. I had no idea what was happening to me, but as the world began to spin at an alarming pace, I began to worry that I had drank to much and felt as though I was about to vomit. I closed my eyes to try and gain some semblance of self control, but the spins only intensified. Then, just as quickly as it all began, it stopped. My head stopped spinning, my body stopped tingling, and everything seemed to go back to normal.

I opened my eyes, and was in for the surprise of a lifetime. Apparently, all her weird questions about shrinking had far more merit than I had credited them for. As I looked around the living room with a new perspective, I realized that I had in fact shrunken on the couch of this beautiful woman and couldn’t understand how she managed to do it.

“Thank you so much for your sacrifice,” she said to me.

“Sacrifice?” I asked. “What are you talking about?”

“What do you mean? You agreed to let me shrink you and keep you in my sock, and now that I’ve shrunk you, that’s exactly what I intend on doing.”

“You can’t be serious!”

“Of course I’m serious. Why do you think I asked you more than once? I needed to make sure you were really willing to give yourself over to me, which you said you were. Now you’re mine!”

“You bitch! Change me back!”

“Excuse me!? Who exactly do you think you’re talking to? Do you not realize this situation for what it really is? Are you really that stupid, or just that drunk? Either way, I think you need to learn right now that this disrespectful behavior will never be tolerated, not even for the first time!”

She smacked me off the couch and down to the floor between her feet. At such close proximity, and at such a diminutive size, I could smell a faint musky foot odor slowly leaking out of her shoes. She used the toes of one foot to hold the heel of her shoe in place as she began to slide her foot out. The second her foot started breaking free from her shoe, a much stronger and far more pungent aroma rapidly began filling the air around me. When she said she had really smelly feet, clearly she was being dead serious. I should’ve let my brain do the thinking, unfortunately between the alcohol and testosterone, that simply didn’t happen.

She then proceeded to use her socked toes to hold her other shoe in place so that she could free her other foot. Now both free from the confines of her shoe, I found myself completely surrounded by the thickest horrible foot stench I’d ever been faced with. I knew being tiny must’ve been making the smell far more intense that it would’ve had I been normal size, but something tells me that even at normal size, being in any form of close proximity to these dogs would’ve still left me gagging and choking.

Then came the socks. She lifted her foot and peeled off the first sock and casually let it drop directly on top of me. It was hot and damp, filled with a day’s worth of foot sweat. Now that I was buried in it, the smell was beyond mortifying. I couldn’t even fathom how a woman so beautiful could produce a smell so deathly and rank. I heard the sound of her second sock drop, and then a second later I was flooded by light as she picked up both socks and discarded them to the side.

Once again she raised her foot up, this time showing off her bare sole. I was hoping that the situation wasn’t as bad as it looked, but as her foot came crashing down on me, I knew I was in trouble. I didn’t even have time to react as her foot fell down on top of me and slammed me into the ground. She then lifted it up and stomped on me again. And again, and again, and again.

“So have you learned a lesson in respect yet?” She asked after she stopped.

I just laid there, to badly beaten and in too much shock at what had just happened to be able to respond. Her foot slammed down on me again.

“I asked you a question you little shit!” She said, quite clearly annoyed with me.

“Yes!” I cried up, “I’ve learned my lesson! Will you please just grow me back?”

“Grow you back!? Have you not been paying attention? I asked you if I could shrink you and keep you in my socks, by which I meant forever, and you agreed. Grow you back. Keep dreaming, cuz that’s the only way that’ll ever happen. You’re mine now. You gave yourself over to me to ensure my happiness and I plan to hold you accountable for your decision. You are mine, end of story.”

“Please! I’ll do anything!”

“Yea. I know. That’s what got you in this position in the first place. Remember?”

She bent down and picked me up along with one of her discarded socks. She didn’t say another word as she dropped me into her sock. When I hit the fabric and came to a stop, I wanted to vomit. The smell inside the sock was the worst smell I’d ever experienced in my life, and it completely surrounded me. When my whole world began to bounce and shake, I looked up to see five ginormous toes entering the sock with me. I tried putting my hands up to brace myself, but as her foot flooded and filled the sock, I found myself unable to do anything to resist and I was pushed deep into the fabric of her sock and eventually completely pinned to her foot by it..

I could feel her fingers beneath me, adjusting my position in the sock until she was content with my positioning. Once done, she put her foot back down, crushing me into the ball of her foot. She spent the next few minutes moving around, but then very shortly after the incident ended, she made her way into bed for the night, without a thought or care in the world as to how I felt being trapped under her foot.

For the next several weeks I was granted little to no reprieve. She only bathed every few days, and in those events when she took off her socks, she would peel me off her foot, toss me in her sock, ball it up, and stuff it deep into her shoe. This whole situation was an absolute hell, and worse yet, one that I had agreed to. I mean, who really would’ve thought that witches were real and the power to shrink people actually existed. Obviously if I knew this I would’ve ran away immediately.

After a few months passed she finally peeled me off and set me on the floor. I was in such a state of shock I didn’t know what to do. Hope flooded throughout my entire being thinking that maybe she had finally had enough and was going to finally set me free. She picked me up and set me on her desk and then proceeded to place her feet directly in front of me.

“Now that you’ve had more than enough time to adapt to the smell of my feet, it’s going to be your job to clean them every few days before I get in the shower.” She said.

“But if you’re going to just shower after anyways, why do you need me to lick your feet first?”

“Are you really dumb enough to sit here and question me after spending the last three months under my foot? Like, do you not want any form of break from the monotony of being trampled. Would you rather just spend the rest of your worthless existence trapped motionless under my foot, or would you actually appreciate a little bit of a change in the daily routine? A purpose in life?”

I hung my head in shame. She was right. As bad as licking her feet sounded, it was still nice to get a break from the constant trampling that had become my life. I touched my tongue to her foot, and instantly my stomach wretched, as bad as it smelled, the taste was a thousand times worse. I just wanted it to end, but at the same time I knew that when this was over, it was more than likely straight back into her sock.

I licked and licked, my tongue growing raw from working away at the thick layer of sweat that had dried to her foot. Foul wasn’t even the word to describe it, but as I stated before, it was still better than the alternative situation of being trapped and trample non stop. This was the closest thing to a break that I was going to get, and I’d be damned if I was going to waste it.

For a while after that I still held on to the fullest hope that one day she would grow bored of me, but as months drifted into years, that feeling of hope slowly diminished and all memories of my past life seemed to fade along with it. This was my life now. The lowest of the low on the food chain, giving a whole new meaning to the phrase, bottom feeder…