My Sisters New Toy Pt. 2

When I awoke, I was significantly bigger. Now I was about half the size of her foot. And I knew this because I was hanging by my arm being pinched in between her toes. Then the smell hit me again. I don't think I could ever get used to that smell. She pulled me up to her hand and let go. I fell into her palm and she stood up and walked over to her desk. She carelessly tossed me onto it, took a seat, and once again presented her feet to me. She closed them around me leaving me in the open space between her toes. "This is were you start licking my feet," She said coldly. "and if you don't I'll throw you into my nasty socks and put my boots on. I'm sure after a week or so you'll be eager to lick my feet so you can be free of the boot. Or you could save yourself the hassle and start licking..." I knew there was no winning I got on my hands and knees and started licking the webbing of her pinky toe. If the smell was bad... Well.. There's really no describing the taste. My mouth burned like it had every spice in the world on it. There were so many layers to the burning sensation that I don't believe I could even fully comprehend.  "That's a good boy!" She talked to me in the same tone she does to dogs.. Then she picked me up and started flossing me in between all her toes, taking her nice sweet time in doing so, before finally coming to a stop at her big toe, where she left me. "Keep licking," she said casually. There was no way I was going in that boot so I started licking again. Her feet were covered in sock lint and she made me eat the clumps that had gathered on her foot. I think that might have been the absolute worst of it! While she hadn't changed her socks, she was still showering, so her feet were getting cleaned still. But the socks just absorbed week after week of sweat, dehydrating the wet portion and leaving behind just the absolute worst of it. I wanted to throw up, but I think she was using a spell to force me to keep everything down. My life had become a true living hell because of all the years of playful sibling behavior. I never knew I hurt her bad enough to warrant all this! I felt horrible, both from how she was using and abusing me, but also because I felt terrible for having hurt my sister so bad. As much as I didn't want to do any of this, it was the bed I had made for myself. Now my only choice is to lay in it. I don't know if she was serious about keeping me like this forever or not, but I figured if I did everything she asked maybe she would eventually have a change of heart and grow me back. I licked for hours making sure to do a proper thorough job. Once I was done she inspected her feet with a smile. “Wow,” she said, “I didn’t expect you to do such a great job, especially without complaining!” “I’m so sorry,” I replied, “I never knew my teasing hurt you so much or I wouldn’t have done it, I swear! I love you sis. Please just grow me back, I promise I’ll show you nothing but respect from now on.” Her face sank into a frown. “I’m sorry too. I thought you hated me or something. That’s why I made this special spell. You see, any minute now your soul is going to become one with my sole, sole of my foot that is. The problem is that the spell is irreversible, and once it takes effect the whole world will forget your existence, myself included..” “What!? Please tell me you’re not serious!” She started to cry, “I’m so sorry. I was just so mad at you! I thought that’s what you deserved. The worst part is that I added an extra kick to the spell that will make me subconsciously make my feet constantly stinky. I even hexed all my shoes to help make my feet grow forever stinkier, and no one will ever know because the spell will hide it. You’re in for a lifetime of hell under my unaware foot, able to hear, see, smell, taste, and feel everything, helpless to stop any of it. You will be at the will of my every subconscious movement. Then, when I have a daughter and she turns 18, you’ll be transferred from my foot to hers in a cycle that will never end. You will spend the rest of eternity as the stinky feet of my bloodline. I wasn’t even going to tell you, but after realizing you weren’t trying to hurt my feelings I just kinda feel bad so I thought you should know. I’m so sorry bro.” She picked me up and gave me a kiss. I started to feel funny, lighter. I look down and saw myself fading into smoke.  travelled out of her hand and drifted towards her right foot. I could feel it drawing me in, ready to start my eternal hell. As I was sucked into her sole, all my senses started to kick back in. I could taste her foot in it’s entirety. I wanted to scream, but I was nothing more than a foot. Having forgotten me already my sister got up, dug through her laundry to find her dirtiest pair of socks, and put them on. She then put on her hexed shoes and her feet immediately started to sweat. I could smell and taste everything in the confines of her shoe, and it was far worse than cleaning them while shrunk. I can definitely say that I learned my lesson, but it’s a little to late now. I’m the only soul who knows I exist...