My Sister The Caretaker

I was a successful single man working for a science lab when one day, one of the janitorial staff wasn't paying attention and bumped into the desk I was working on causing a whole bunch of chemicals to come crashing down around me, coating me in various unknown substances. I wanted to scream at her, but instead helped cleaned the mess and went about my day, business as usual.

Over the span of the next few days, I noticed that I had begun to dwindle in size. I tried seeing a dr. about it, but there weren't any cases in the world of this ever happening before. They ultimately decided it would be best if I notified my family right away so there could be arrangements made so that I would have a full time care giver.

I called my mom, who in turn called my dad and sister, for all of us to gather at a family meeting. I drove to my moms house and waited. I was sitting in the kitchen just having a glass of water when I felt a sharp stabbing pain. I double over in my seat, eyes clenched in pain. Then I fell backwards. But it was the oddest thing, it was as though the chair disappeared because I could no longer feel it beneath me.

Finally the pain subsided and I opened my eyes. I immediately noticed that I was now the size of an action figure. I began to panic. I didn't expect to shrink so small, or all at once! As if on cue, I heard the front door open as the rest of my family entered.

"Ugh, you can keep your shoes on this time Ashley, they reek" I heard my mom say. normally she makes everyone take their shoes off in the house, but apparently my sisters feet smelt pretty terrible. It wasn't often mom would overturn that rule. They walked into the kitchen and all gasped when they saw my naked diminutive self. Quick on her feet, mom quick cut a piece of fabric and sowed me a makeshift pair of shorts.

As my parents, my sister, and myself sat around the kitchen table and started talking about the imminent future, my heart continued to sink deeper and deeper. My parents were in the process of getting a divorce, and this was the first time they had brought it up. And unfortunately for me, as it turned out, neither of them wanted the burden of taking me with them.

"I'll do it!" My sister volunteered cheerfully.

All three of us shot her a confused glance. The two of us had never gotten along and it was highly surprising that she would ever offer to help me in any way. She wouldn't spit in my mouth if I was dying of hydration. Why the sudden change of heart?

"Are you sure sweety," our mom asked, "it seemed liked the two of you never really got along all that well.

Good. She was thinking the same thing as me.

"Yea I know," she said sheepishly. "There have definitely been wrongs done on both ends, but seeing him all small and defenseless like that.. I mean, he is my brother after all. We may not have always gotten along, but I still love him. Maybe this is our chance to fix everything between us."

"Aw hunny, that's so sweet of you!"

"Yea Ash," I replied, "I'll admit, I'm surprised you offered, but maybe this really could be our chance to finally put the past behind us!"

My mom prepared a meal for everyone and just tossed me a few crumbs. I'm ashamed to admit, it was more than enough. But the family meeting had ended, the food gone, and so it was time for Ashley and I to head back to her place. She gently placed me in her purse, which was small enough for me to stand and keep my upper half out and able to see the world around me. 

She hugged my parents goodbye, waved goodbye as she got in her  car and gently placed her purse down on the passenger seat. I watched as she turned on the car and was blasted by cool air as her air conditioner kicked on full blast. I saw her make a quick glance towards the front door before she quickly reached down, shut off the air, and switched it to heat.

I was thoroughly confused as to why she would be blasting her heat, down south, during a heat wave. She turned the dial so it was only coming out down at the bottom, onto her feet. She forcefully yanked me out of her purse and tossed me down at her feet. The heat was brutal, but the smell emanating from the feet concealed by her sneakers was beyond God awful.

"Ashley!" I cried up to her. "What are you doing!?"

"Oh shut up you little insect," she replied nonchalantly. "Did you really believe that line of horse shit I fed all of you in there!? I fuckin hate you dude. You've made my life miserable for as long as I can remember. Now I'm going to make your life miserable for as long as I can resist the urge to crush you like the bug that you are."

I couldn't believe what I was hearing. And then I could only watch as she held the heel of her left shoe in place with the toes from the right and pulled her heel up just enough to break the seal. Within seconds the entire area around me descended in to death, or at least that's what it smelled like. I heard her gagging and coughing from up in the drivers seat as my lungs burned brutally with every breath.

The pain was so bad and the air so thick I couldn't scream out to ask her to stop. Not that she would have. She opened the window for herself and then removed her foot the rest of the way from the shoe. I tried to climb her leg to get away from the smell, but it was too smooth and she immediately kicked me off. I landed face first at the front of the floor and turned just in time to see my sisters socked foot coming in to smother me.

She left me trapped under her foot for the whole ride home, often squeezing my head playfully between the toes that were essentially water boarding me as her sock dripped with all the sweat that was leaking from them. My sister, the whole time, just enjoying having her now "little" brother to play with under her foot.

Finally she pulled her foot off me and slid it back in her shoe. It didn't help much. My skin was covered in a thick sticky coat of her sweat. I almost got stuck and ended up going in her shoe with it! She carelessly grabbed me off the floor and took me into her house. She immediately went to the dining room table where she dropped me and started to take off her socks and shoes. 

She sat down at the table and put her feet up on either side of me. The smell was once again atrocious, and I could feel the heat emanating off her feet. I just stood there, both in shock of what had just happened, and fear of what was to come.

"Now you're going to be a good little bro aren't you?" she said, putting an emphasis on little, I just nodded. "Good choice," she said with a wink. "From now on, I'm no longer your sister Ashley. I am now and forever will be your goddess, and that is all you will ever call me, fore it will ultimately be my choice of how and when you die. Behave and who knows, maybe I'll be a merciful goddess and keep you around for a while. But remember. If mom and dad bought that last story, they'll definitely believe me when I say I was half asleep and accidentally stepped on you... 

Anyways. You already see your first task, so get to cleaning my feet! And get used to it, because this will become your primary use. Just be careful. I might come home just a little too drunk one night and use you... Well, lets just say you won't likely survive that!" She began to laugh hysterically.

"But I have nothing to clean your feet with!" I yelled back

"Um, you have a tongue don't you? Duh.. And you're not to speak unless I tell you to. And call me goddess every time you're done. Understood?"

"Yes goddess," I said submitting to her show of dominance. 

So I made my way to her putrid bare foot and stuck out my tongue. I took a deep breath, and even though I hadn't used my nose the stench that rose from her foot was still foul enough to burn my lungs like toxic gas. The second my tongue touched her foot, I knew I was doomed. It was a horrendous burst of the most foul flavors I've ever tasted. Clearly shrinking down had greatly intensified my senses.

I pushed through, not knowing if my sister was serious about killing me or not. She had already gone this far, I certainly wouldn't put it past her. For the first while of me taking care of her feet, she was all into it, teasing me, having a great time. But her feet were bigger than I was and my tiny tongue wasn't the best utensil for a fast job. However, bored as she got, she insisted that I finish.

Finally! The God awful task that she had placed before me had been finished. I didn't care what she did next, at least I got a nice reprieve from the horrid stench of her feet. She picked me up and carried me into the bathroom. All I could do was watch from her tight grip as she dug deep down into the depths of her dirty hamper. She seemed to have found her target, but I was unable to tell what it was until she pulled it up and free. It was a pair of stockings.

"Oh God," she said, "These stockings went through hell last week!" She took a brief whiff and gagged. "Oh yea, these'll do!"

She opened them up and dropped me in and laughed as I tumbled into the toe section.

"Perfect!"

She made her way into her living room and sat on the couch and slid the stockings on. Then she grabbed the dirty socks that she had been wearing earlier and put them on over top. I was in hell. Not only was I once again completely surrounded by the smell of my sisters foot, but now I was also pinned to her foot, unable to move. Unable to remove wave after wave that was simple drops of sweat from running across my face.

She picked up her feet and carefully laid them out on the couch, not wanting to crush me to soon. The tv turned on and next thing I knew time just ticked on and on. Eventually I could hear a slight snore signaling from my sister that she had fallen asleep. Now would be the time to escape, if escape was even possible.

Though I tried to fall asleep, it simply wasn't happening. I don't know if it was the smell of her feet constantly burning the very fabric of my being or if it was a side effect from the chemicals that shrank me. Honestly, I had no clue what other side effects I might have been facing. My questions were soon answered as my sister slurred and got up, stumbling off towards the bathroom.

It all happened so fast that I had no time to cry and catch her attention before her foot had me pinned firmly to the floor. With each step she took I expected myself to pop, but I held well in tact. As she sat on the toilet taking a piss I heard her gasp. 

"Oh shit!" She said. "I totally forgot about that little fucker! Damn! I really wanted to savor crushing him. Oh well," she said wiping herself, "lets go see what this mangled little fucker looks like! She walked to her room as though I wasn't even under her foot. She sat down at her desk and pulled her sock off exposing me there, trapped in her nylons, still very much alive.

She gave me the middle finger. "Of course you can't even die right," she said. "I guess that's better for me then. Now you get to be my permanent foot slave. When you're not cleaning my feet like you did earlier, you'll be in my sock acting as my own personal insole. And if you think not listening is now an option remember this. I can just as easily throw you in the toilet and flush you down to be with the rest of the shit in the sewers."

She took off her nylons and dropped me out onto the floor. I tried to stand but found myself to beaten. She laughed at my feeble attempts to get back up as she sat down. She pinched me between her feet and raised me up off the ground.

"How pathetic.."

She let me drop and picked me up by pinching me between the toes of just one of her feet. She shook me all over.

"Snap out of it!" She yelled at me. "Your goddess want her feet cleaned again!"

From then on out she stuck to her word. I was either cleaning her feet or getting trampled beneath them. I've learned to become a good little foot pet. She calls me spot now. I am nothing more than her eternal slave, her pet, her toy...