My Giant Unaware Sister (A Revamp Story) Part 2

The nights dragged on for what felt like an eternity. Stuck where I was, completely unable to move, all I could do was wait and endure the agony that was being caused by her sweating feet. As the hours ticked by, I felt as though I would surely go mad. Something in the chemical compound that shrunk me, also seemed to open all my pores, making me super absorbent. As the sweat poured out her foot and seeped into the deepest crevices of my soul, the was nothing I could do to stop it. 

My whole body burned as though it was on fire, and the taste and smell of her foul foot was inescapable. Every time she stirred or rolled over, I felt brief excitement in hopes that she might be waking up, only to be followed with overwhelming grief when the realization hit that she was still very much asleep. Finally, I felt her stir and heard her yawning as she sat up and stretched. I felt extreme excitement building up within me. I knew what would come next would be bitter sweet. Now that she was awake, I finally had a chance to get noticed again, but until then, I had no choice but to continue taking the abuse that comes along with being trampled on underfoot. 

"Oh shit! I'm late for work!" I heard her say. I felt nauseous as her foot quickly swung of the bad and slammed on the floor. Within seconds she was zipping around her room getting ready. These socks smelled so horrid, I knew there was no way she would keep these on for a full shift at work. But as her foot began to slide into her shoe, I remembered from the night before that she didn't have any clean socks to change in to. So unfortunately, it looked like I would be stuck down here the whole time my sister worked. I started to cry. It was Saturday, which meant my sister would be working a double. She was a server at a very popular restaurant in town and would be on her feet all day, getting hotter and sweatier as she continued to unknowingly trample me with every step she took.

 She walked out of the house and the heat in her shoe immediately began to rise. Her already hot and sweaty foot got even hotter and sweatier, which at this point I couldn' believe was even still possible. Yet here I was. It's about a fifteen minute walk for her to get to work, but it felt as though it had taken hours for her to walk inside the cool air of the restaurant. Her foot unfortunately never stopped getting hotter. With the constant rush and all the trips back into the hot kitchen, then intensity of my situation never relinquished. I thought I was going to lose it. I just wanted to scream, but knew it would make no difference. All the while, my body was soaking up all the foot sweat that sought to consume me. 

I was beginning to feel less and less human. My insides were no longer primarily water, but rather my sisters foot sweat. I was so grateful twelve hours later when she finally began to make her way home. She walked in the front door and into the living room where our parents were sitting watching tv. 

"You getting in the shower?" I heard my dad ask. 

"No," my sister replied. "It was a long crazy day at work and I'm exhausted. So I'm going to go to bed and I'll shower when I get up." 

"Ok honey, love you." 

She said goodnight to my parents and made her way upstairs to her room. When she kicked her shoe off, the cool outside air made her sweaty socks immediately cold. I could feel her wiggling her toes as she stood there. "Ugh," she said, "these socks feel so nasty! Shit, I forgot to throw in a load of laundry before work.." Her foot lifted up and when it came back down I felt myself sliding across the insole of her shoe once again. "At least now I don't have to smell them," I heard her mumble to herself as she climbed into bed. 

I was freaking out! This couldn't be happening! Last night was bad enough, I couldn't imagine an entire night inside her shoe with her foot smelling a thousand times worse than the night before. But I didn't have to imagine it, because I was about to live it. Minutes felt like days, and hours felt like weeks. The burning intensity never slowing down its rate of growth. The taste and smell of her foot consumed my every thought. It had begun to feel as though I had spent an entire lifetime under her foot. 

This time when she woke up, I felt little to no excitement. It didn't even matter if she found me at this point. I had consumed to much of her foot sweat that I surely would be tasting her for the rest of my life. It felt as though her sweat seeped so deep into my being that it tainted my very soul. Then her phone went off. 

"Hey girl!" I heard her say. "What!? No way! I'll be right over!" 

I was blinded by the light when she finally removed her sock. I was so grateful it was off, but still unsure how I could go about getting her to notice me. I realized seconds later that getting her to notice me would not be possible as her foot lifted and began to descend into another sock. This one wasn't really much cleaner, but it was dry. She wasted no time getting ready and ran out the door to meet up with her friends. After some time of being trampled, I started to hear the sounds of people and skateboards, meaning she was meeting her friends at the skate park. 

They ended up hanging out there for a good portion of the day, and while it wasn't quite as bad as the day prior, it was still a horrible experience. The constant heat of being outside made her feet sweat just as bad as the day before when she was being active. Now, because she was just hanging out, I spent the most of the day pinned under her unmoving foot, absorbing the never-ending torrent of sweat that poured out of her. I never thought I'd be so grateful to feel her stand up and begin walking again. Even if she was trampling me, I knew that at least now there was a chance she was headed home.

 Of course, I could never be so lucky. Her and her friends got bored and decided to go on a nice long walk, unknowingly taking me along for the ride. By the time she had gotten home again I had completely given up hope. I had spent so much time under her foot that any and all optimism that I may have had was completely gone, trampled away under my sisters nasty foot. Once again I felt a cool rush as her foot was removed from its shoe prison. Not long after, my heart began to flutter a little as her sock came off. I still didn't expect to be found, but was at least glad to be free of her sock. Even if only temporarily.

 She reached down and began to scratch her foot, peeling part of me free as she did. She noticed and began to rub her finger on me, trying to figure out what I was, before once again using her nail to scratch me off completely. Pinched between her fingers, I finally regained my optimism. As she brought me closer to her face, I couldn't wait to be finally found. Her hand came to a stop and we were looking at each other. 

"Ew," she said, "How did you get stuck on my foot!? Wait, Josh, is that you!?" 

Oh no! She wasn't wearing her glasses and was assuming I was my friend Josh, who everyone knew had a major foot fetish. 

"So what? You thought you could just sneak in here and spy on my feet? Bet you got way more than you bargained for didn't you!?" She laughed as she casually tossed me onto the floor. 

I quickly scrambled to my feet and began to run away as fast as I could. I turned as I ran and saw her feet on each side of me, quickly catching up. Within seconds they were next to me, and only a second later they were in front of me far enough for her to close her toes together to prevent my escape. I turned to run back in the opposite direction, but her feet snapped shut, completely closing around me, pinning me in place. 

She began to rub her feet together, grinding me back and forth between them. I wanted to cry out and beg her to stop, but I knew it was useless. There would be no way she could hear me from here. Finally, her feet opened and I dropped to the floor. She picked me up and held me against her foot, squeezing as tightly as she could. When she released her grip, I found I was held firmly in place by a thick layer of semi-dry foot sweat. 

She reached to the side and grabbed a sock. She positioned me so that I had to watch as she slowly slid it on. Then she grabbed the matching sock and dangled it in front of me before slowly pulling it over me. When it was fully on, she grabbed the sides and pulled it tight to push me deeper into her sole before putting her foot down and standing up. 

"I know you've always had a crush on me Josh," she said, "but it looks like now I'm the one crushing on you!" She laughed hysterically at her own joke. "I was just about to take a shower and go to bed, but since you decided to be a little perv, I think I'll have to wait and keep them nice and stinky for you. That's what you wanted anyways, right? Sick little foot bitch!" 

I couldn't believe the predicament I was in. Even Josh wouldn't have enjoyed this experience. Frankly, I find it hard to believe it possible that anyone could. This was beyond a nightmare, and worse than hell. And until she takes the time to really take a close look at me, there doesn't seem to be an end in sight...

To be continued...