A Gamers Bet

I was hanging out with my friend Jess, playing Call of Duty, and kicking her ass as always. On the last round I was messing with her and went a little easier on her and she came much closer to winning than normal, then I blew her out the water and took the round, yet again.

"Thats bullshit!" She yelled, restraining herself from throwing her remote. "I call a rematch! I was so close, I got you this time!"

"Ok..." I responded. "Seriously though, I don't know why you even keep trying anymore. You know you're not going to win."

"I am this time. I got this. You're going down!"

"Hahaha, Ok Jess, if you say so."

"No really, I'm going to win this time! I'm even willing to make a bet on it!"

"Oh yea? What kind of bet?"

"Loser has to be the winners slave for a whole week!"

"Wow, ok. So apparently you just feel like being my slave for a week? do you like me or something? Hahaha."

"Ha, you wish. Lets get this game going. I'm ready to enslave you my friend!"

I laughed again and hit the rematch button. Within the first minute, I knew something was off. She wasn't going down quick and easy like she always did, and it wasn't long before I found myself struggling to keep up. The match ended, and I lost horribly. I was stunned. I never lose! There was only one person who ever beat me, and they were my online rival.

"How did you do that?" I asked.

She looked at me with a sly grin. 

"Doesn't matter," she responded, "you lost. That means you're mine for the next week!"

"Ok," I said rolling my eyes. "So what would you like me to do first then."

"Well for starters, you're too big at this size. I want to make this more fun and interesting.

She pulled a little remote out of her purse, pointed at me, and clicked one of the buttons. Within seconds I found myself dwindling down to the floor. She shrunk me!

"Hey," I yelled up at her, "what the Hell are you doing?"

"Sugarstomp360 strikes again!" She said thrusting her fist in the air in victory.

"Wait. What!? You're Sugarstomp360!? No fucking way!"

She just laughed. Sugarstomp360 was the one online gamer who was good enough to beat me, and I couldn't believe it was her. As this new knowledge began to sink in, the realization came to me that I had been hustled. This girl had pretended for months to suck at video games, when in actuality, she's one of the best out there.

"For starters," she said slipping off her boot, "I want you to lick my feet!"

With her bare foot in front of me, I just looked up at her. She couldn't be serious right now. The smell emanating from her foot made the air thick and hard to breath. There was no way I was going to lick that. She pushed her foot closer so I was right in front of me. Instinctively, I put my hand on her foot in an attempt to push the disgusting thing away from me. I hated feet, and she knew it. She pointed at her foot.

"Lick it you pathetic worm!" She commanded. "You don't want me to have to put you in my boot and use you as my pathetic little insole, do you?"

I swallowed hard. I couldn't believe this. Jess had been one of my best friends for months, but now I was begging to think I got played. Hesitantly, I began to lick her sweat covered, filthy foot. She smiled contently and went back to playing the game solo. The acrid filth covered my tongue, making me want to vomit, but for some reason, I wasn't. She looked down at me and smiled.

"You're doing such a great job down there," she said. "This is going to be the best week ever! But anyways, I have a lot that I have to do today, so we're going to have to get going."

Without warning, she reached down and pinched my ankle, lifting me up into the air by my leg. She reached down and picked up her sock, holding it open with me dangling above it.

"No!" I screamed. "Wait! Please don't do this!!"

"Oh this is happening," she said with a giggle. "Do you know how long I've waited to do this? I've been planning this since the first time I beat you online. I moved to this area just to befriend and hustle you. This isn't going to be for the next week. It's going to be the rest of your pathetic little life!"

With that, she opened her fingers and released me down into the smelly depths of her sock. When I landed in the toe section, the first thing I noticed was how damp the fabric was, followed by how intense the smell inside was. I looked up just in time to see five giant toes making there way into the sock and closer and closer to me. I put my hands up to shield myself as her toes overtook me, pressing me down and pinning me to her sole, being forced into place by the tight elastic of her sock. For a moment I could feel myself just hanging there.

"You know what," she said, "I'll be nice and give you a minute to adapt to your new situation. I still have enough time for one more round. And I'll tell you what. If by some miracle I end up losing this round, I'll set you free and grow you back. But I wouldn't hold your breath. Then again, thanks to the lovely smell being released by my foot, you probably are!"

She laughed hysterically and went back to her game. Once it was done, the light quickly began to fade as her foot slowly entered the depths of her boot. As I was drug across the insole, I could feel sweat being pushed up from it as her foot put more weight down on it. It was absolutely nauseating, and all my fighting and struggling provided no help. I was hopelessly and utterly trapped. As she rested her foot on the ground and stood up, I could feel the full force of her weight now pressing down on top of me. This was it. The start of my new life as a foot slave and human insole, all because I got too cocky in my gaming...