Behavioral Relocation: Part 3

Between how small you had shrunk to, mixed with the mass amount of sweaty filth that had accumulated on your aunt's feet, it took over two hours just to clean her toes. You sighed out a breath of relief to finally be able to move on to the rest of her foot were the taste wouldn't be quite as terrible. But then, as you moved towards the ball of her foot, she plucked you up, turned you around, and set you down directly in front of the toes of her other foot.

"I don't have the time to wait for you to clean my whole foot," she said, "we'll be here all day if I did that. So I think instead I'll just use you as a toe jam cleaner! And based on how dedicated you've been to doing a good job cleaning all that filth out, I know for sure that you absolutely love this just as much as I do! I'm glad we finally found something we can both fully enjoy together!"

You wanted to cry as you moved in and buried your face in the toes of her other foot now. As you got to work choking down even more toe jam, your aunt continued to talk.

"You know, it all makes sense now. I made you work like Cinderella and you followed my every command without ever complaining. I never understood your angle, but seeing how much you're enjoying my feet it all makes sense now. You enjoyed those daily foot massages, that's why you never asked me to wash my feet first. You were enjoying the smell that comes off them. Ooohh this is so exciting!"

She got out her phone, continuing to talk as she snapped pictures of your suffering so she could post them online.

"So here's the deal. Since you love my stinky, sweaty, toe jam filled toes I'll let you live under them from now on. I'm also not going to wash my feet at all anymore, I'll let that be strictly your job so that you can enjoy yourself to the fullest. I'll stop changing my socks from now on and I'll keep my old stinky sneakers on constantly. And just because I truly enjoy the fact that you love my feet so much, I'll be extra nice and sleep with my shoes on so you don't lose any of that intoxicating smell that you love so much!

"Oh my God! I never thought in a million years that I could actually enjoy bonding with you! This is all going to be so much fun. For both of us! I bet your parents will be happy to hear that you found your true calling in life. It's almost as though becoming your aunts foot slave was your destiny! I'm going to teach you how to be the best little foot cleaner ever!" 

You were on auto pilot, eating through the filth without pause, trying your hardest not to cry as you listened to everything she had to say. You couldn't believe your aunt was taking such lengths to make your life so miserable. The whole time you live with her, you obeyed her every command, you were nothing but polite, and even went out of your way to take care of things she didn't even ask you to do, just to keep her happy. You never thought that this would be how she would ultimately perceived it. And you could tell by the tone in her voice that she was being genuine. She truly thought this was what you wanted, and she absolutely loved the thought of it.

As you spent the next to hours filling yourself with more toe jam than humanly possible as your aunt sat there mindlessly thinking out loud about all the different things the two of you could do together. She promised that if she ever had a daughter she would pass me down to her as a graduation gift, and if not she would give me to my sisters daughter so that I could stay in the family and be looked out for properly.

Finally you had finished again. You were done. With both set of toes. You didn't know what was next, but it couldn't be as bad as what you had just been through. Once again you moved to start cleaning the bottom of her foot, and once again she plucked you up."

"Sorry kiddo," she said, sounding almost genuine, "this is taking too long. I haven't even done my workout yet, and now its gotten to be the hottest time of day. But I was thinking about it while you were cleaning my toes, that since it's going to be so hot out, it would be the perfect time for me to go on a nice long, five mile run! And now that I know you enjoy worshipping me I guess I'll be nicer and start to go a little easier on you. So instead of pounding you over and over under the ball of my foot, I'll let you stay under my toes where you won't get that crushed."

She grabbed one of her dirty socks that you spent the whole night suffering in, and dropped you into it. She slid in her foot slowly. Before you would have thought it was just to scare and fuck with you, but now you were pretty sure she was doing it to give you time to position yourself under her toes. As they overtook you she started to wiggle them, forcing you under them as she pulled her sock tightly against her foot. It was still wet and once again you found yourself surrounded in a smelly prison.

When she slid her foot into her shoe, you could hear the sound of sweat squelching up out of her insole as her weight pressed down on it. Withing seconds the smell began to rapidly increase due to no longer having any space to dissipate, mixed along with the years of stench already built up inside the shoe itself.

 Within minutes of her starting to run, Daisy's feet were sweating profusely. You quickly found out that you weren't just immune to being crushed, but you learned you were also immune to drowning, as every step her toes pressed down on you enough that you became submerged in gallons upon gallons of foot sweat with no air left to breath.

Breathing the stench from her nasty feet burned your lungs pretty bad. Now that her actual sweat was flowing in and out of you lungs with every step, excruciating is a strong enough word to describe the pain level that it caused. And though you tried your hardest not to breath it in, getting trampled had a similar effect to CPR. Every step would flatten you our, forcing your lungs to empty, and the second it lifted, your body re-expanded, forcing you to pull in all the sweat that your body could contain.

After what felt like an eternity, she slowed down and stopped. You were cheering so loud internally. She was finally home and this hell was over. Your whole world seemed to flip around as she sat down and began to take off her shoe. 

"Oh my God!" She exclaimed. "These shoes literally have puddles of sweat in them!" 

You could hear the sound of the sweat being poured out of her shoe. She wiggled her toes.

"How you feelin in there?" She asked as her toes overtook you.

You got stuck between her toes from them wiggling around you, and Daisy thought that it was the cutest thing ever. But as your eyes adjusted to the world around you, your heart immediately sank. She wasn't home, this was just her half way marker. Everything you had just gone through you would shortly have to go through all over again, and this time for longer because she's more tired.

She wiggled her toes again, dropping you to the ground below. You landed on your stomach, and before you had any kind of chance to move anywhere her foot came down on top of you, pressing you hard into the wood beneath you, getting you once again stuck to her foot, this time it was her big toe. It wasn't until after she raised her foot with you stuck to her toe that you realized she had her phone out and had been taking more pictures for her page.

"We are going to make so much money together little one," she said to you. "I have so many fun ideas, but you can't ever look like you're enjoying yourself! We got to make these men believe you're in Hell. It won't sell as well if they found out you enjoyed it. Ok, I think that about does it for this photo shoot. Lets make a quick video of me dropping you in my dripping wet sock and putting everything back on, then we'll start our fun journey home."

She peeled you off her toe and set up her phone to record a video, then dropped you back into your warm, wet, Hellish prison. This time, when she shoved her foot in, she wasted no time, obviously for her audience. She wiggled her toes a few times as she pulled her sock tight, forcing your right back into your original position under her toes. Once again you heard the squelch, this time much louder, as she put her shoe back on. You braced yourself, but you knew there was no amount of mental preparation you could do to make this trip home any more bearable. You knew you were about to once again have your whole being pumped with her filth, and this time for longer. How are you supposed to mentally prepare for that....

To be continued!