The Angry Ex

We had been together for almost two years, and recently I had begun to notice some red flags in her behavior. I began to feel like I needed to cut this off before I was in to far over my head. Little did I know, I already was. When I told her it was over she just said, "No. No, you can't leave. I won't let you! now take it back!" "No Mercy," I replied, "I'm done. I just can't do this anymore." She stepped away for a moment and came back with what looked like a little vase. She started mumbling something under her breath and I just said nope and turned to high tail it out of there. It was already too late. My body seized up as though something supernatural had gotten a hold of me. Next thing I knew I felt my body dissipate into a cloud of smoke that was then sucked into the bottle. Once inside I rematerialized. She just held me for a moment, smiling as she started at my tiny size. "I warned you," she said, "I told you I wouldn't let you leave. Now you're mine forever, whether you like it or not. Now what to do with you, my little pet... Oh, I know! I've been on a cleaning frenzy the last two days and I've been barefoot the whole time and now my feet are absolutely filthy! It's going to be your job to get them good and clean!" She dumped me out of the bottle and took a seat. She raised her feet into the air, reached out with me in her hand, and wedged me between her toes. It was disgusting! She was right, they were downright filthy. I didn't understand what she wanted me to do, she didn't even give me anything to clean them with. "I don't feel any licking going on down there!" she said, as though she had read my mind. I knew this all had to be a game to her, I just needed to play along until she feels she's made her point. Then one night while she sleeps I'd escape and never look back. I started licking the filth from her feet. At my size I didn't think she had actually intended for me to clean her whole foot, but once again I found myself to be horribly mistaken. While she spent the rest of the day playing on her phone and watching tv, I had the displeasure of licking the entirety of both her feet clean. "Good!" She said looking down at her feet. "I see you're finally done. Well it's about time. And just in time too. I have plans to go out with the girls tonight, and who knows, maybe I'll find a new man while we're out! She picked me up again and walked over to her dresser where she pulled out a pair of fishnets. The opened them up, dropped me in, and put them on. Next thing I know, I'm stuck firmly to her sole. "Don't worry," She said, "You can't die like that, but by the end of the night, you'll wish you could!" She then proceeded to put on a pair of knee high boots, closing out the outside world and blocking out any fresh air from getting to me. That was the worst part. As much as it sucked to get trampled, the rapidly increasing smell of her feet had gotten to be far to intense within the first hour and only got worse when she hit the dance floor. I could feel myself starting to get excited once the thumping of the club disappeared. That's the only way I could tell she had left. I couldn't wait for her to take this boot off, the smell was insanely strong and a puddle of sweat had formed within the boot, and in my current position I was being held completely submerged in it. When she got home, she briefly took off her boots to dump out the sweat, but then put them right back on. The sweat puddle was gone, but the insole had absorbed a lot, and every time she took a step if forced sweat out of the insole and in to my mouth. The next morning when she got up she took off her boots and fishnets and peeled me off her foot. She then walked over to the hamper and made sure that I watched as she grabbed out a pair of dirty socks from the bottom and could do nothing to stop her when she tossed me into one. I watched in horror as her foot filled the sock and trapped me once again. She never bothered to shower and a thick film of sweat had covered her whole foot. I knew it would be a long day of praying for this to end. What I didn't know however, was that she planned on keeping me in there much longer than a day. She even left her shoe on for that whole week to make my Hell that much more intense. Near the end of my time in there, I had begun to notice that from the constantly being kneaded into her sole, I could no longer tell where her foot ended and where I began. When she finally removed her shoe and sock, I found out the horrible reason why I felt that way. Somehow, constantly getting trampled under her foot with no breaks for a whole week gave her foot plenty of time for a fresh layer of skin to form over me, locking me in place permanently. When she saw what happened I could hear her laughing. "Oh good," she said, "I wasn't sure if that would actually work! So glad I didn't just wear those socks and shoes all week for nothing! See you little asshole, I told you that you would never leave me, and now you can't. If you haven't figured it out, I've officially turned you into part of my body.. The lowest part, right where a little peice of shit like you belongs. Forced to forever smell and taste my nasty feet that now won't be getting cleaned as often. Enjoy your new life, this'll be the last I ever talk to you, cuz lets be honest, it's kinda weird talking to a foot right?" She laughed, and as she said, that was the last time she ever acknowledged my existence...

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