The New Neighbor 2

It was a very long time that Sarah had left you trapped to the bottom of her foot. Days turned into weeks and weeks to months. It wasn't uncommon for her to take off the shoe and sock that covered you to tease you with the idea of freedom. Every time she took off her sock she told you that if you could break free she would change you back to normal and let you go, but despite all your best efforts, you couldn't break yourself free in even the slightest bit.

As if that wasn't bad enough, she only showered about once every week, and wore the same socks for weeks on end. When she would let her foot air out, the smell was extremely unbearable, and unfortunately for you, most of your time was spent trapped in the confines of her socks and shoes where the smell was easily a thousand times worse.

On the days when she actually did change her socks it was usually a few days after her last shower, as well as a few days before the next. So by the time she would take her shower, the new pair of socks would already smell just as bad, if not worse, than the last pair.

Every time she took off her sock and shoe you would beg to be set free, but all your please would fall upon def ears. Most of the time she simply ignored you, but other times she would taunt and tease you and tell you how pathetic you are. How you are nothing more than a bug put on this earth to serve her feet as she kept you as her human insole.

Then finally the day came when she peeled you off. Almost a year had passed at this point and all you knew anymore was the taste and smell off her foot and a little bit of the inside of her house. Other than the once and a while when she aired out her foot, your whole life was spent in the dark confines of her shoe with only her nasty, hot, sweaty foot to keep you company.

After she peeled you off her foot, she deposited you back into her nasty sock that she was wearing and stuffed it back into her shoe, trapping you once again with her foot odor. At least this time her foot wasn't there to keep adding to the already horrid funk. Time slipped by slowly. You wanted to move, but the wadded up sock held you firmly in place. At least after nearly a year of being a living insole you had gotten used to a sedentary lifestyle.

Finally, near the end of the day, she returned and pulled the sock out of the shoe and dumped you out into her hand. She carried you over to a table were she carelessly dumped you, sat down, and placed her giant, now dirty as hell, feet in front of you. 

"So here's the deal," she said, "I want you to lick my feet, but not because I force you to, but rather of your own free will. I want you to prove your dedication to me, and all the time you spent under my nasty feet should've made it easy for you to handle."

You walked up to her feet. They still smelled absolutely God awful, only now they were super dirty as well. You took one little lick of her foot. The taste was far worse than the smell. There was the horrid taste of sweat, which you had grown slightly used to from spending so much time in her sock, but there was also the taste of the caked on filth that was now there as well, and the combination of the two was far beyond what you could handle. You recoiled back and pushed away in disgust. She became immediately enraged.

"You don't like licking my feet?" She said. "Well then fine. I guess I'll have to give you no choice. How about instead of licking my foot, you become my foot, so you can smell and taste yourself all day as my sweat pours all over you as you're trapped inside my shoe!"

Next thing you know you were being sucked into her foot. You tried to fight with everything you had, but the magic that controlled you was far stronger than your will or ability to stop it. It was only a matter of seconds before you no longer had a body. You were nothing more than her foot. You watched in horror as she swung her foot down to the floor and shut out your vision as she set it down.

Not only did you taste her foot, but you also tasted the floor that she walked on. It was the weirdest sensation to watch yourself lift off the floor, only to be slammed right back into it over and over again as she walked. Finally she sat down and propped her feet up giving you a view of the world around you. The worst part was that you found yourself face to face with a mirror. 

You could see the image of your face lost in her sole, tongue stuck permanently out. And if that wasn't bad enough, you could see her behind you, chucking you the finger and once again telling you how pathetic you are, especially now that you were nothing more than the foot of a woman who has been torturing you with it for almost a year now.

"Maybe I'll let you out," she said, "some day. But until then you should think long and hard about what got you in this position. So I would expect next time I ask you to lick my feet clean, you do it with a smile on your face, cuz if you don't, it's right back into my foot. But don't worry, I'll leave you there long enough to let you get used to it. I feel like after a good year or two as a foot, licking it clean should be no problem seeing as you won't be able to stop licking it for the entire time you're in it! And don't worry, I know a year or two sounds like a long time, but witches live to be extremely old thanks to our magic, so you'll get several lifetimes to worship my feet. And as I start to finally grow old, I'll pass you down to the next generation to use and abuse and enjoy however she sees fit. You will spend the rest of eternity as nothing more than a little foot bitch! To me, my daughter, her daughter, and so on. So start getting used to it, because this life of yours is never going to end!"