Colleagues (Part 9) - Last Chance

The cure didn’t work, and the next day you treated her feet like nothing happened, a week later she came with the cure, and you tried all over again, just to get disappointed.

“You are so unlucky”, she said one morning as she saw you still shrunken after trying the third dose of the cure last night, “next week is your last attempt, are you excited?” She asked, smiling.

“Excited?” You asked, “I’m scared”.

She giggled, “but next week we will finally know if you stay here to be my foot slave for the rest of your life”.

She never referred to you as a foot slave before, you even remember her being angry at Jonathan for saying that, but you gulped and nodded, it was so long ago, it felt like another life.

“Anyway, could really use your help with a massage, like old days”, she sighed and sat down, then placed her feet in front of you.

“M-Massage? What about your dead skin?” You asked, looking at your hands, they looked so thin and weak.

“I prefer a foot massage”, she said casually.

You approached her foot and started pushing it, then you realized just how degraded your physical condition was. You pushed with your whole body, it was aching, you felt like even your bones were weak.

She sighed, smiled, and watched TV.

It’s been around 20 minutes of a foot massage, you couldn’t keep going but you pushed yourself further.

“Greg, I gotta ask something, but be honest”, she suddenly said, you stopped to look at her, “do you still like me?” She asked.

“What do you mean?” You asked, she surprised you.

“Look at you, you look nothing like the Greg who first got here, you are weak, miserable, honestly - even if you grow back, you will never get back to what you used to be”, she said casually, still smiling in pleasure.

You gulped and remained silent, trying to understand if it’s mockery or not.

“Look at my feet, you gave them your freedom, youth, everything that you are was sacrificed for them, how does it make you feel?” She looked at you arrogantly, hovering her feet above you.

“L-Like nothing”, you admitted, staring at her perfect soles, only now you realize that there are no dead skin clusters left.

Your answer made her giggle, it satisfied her, “nothing… Yeah, I like that”, she smiled.

You weren’t sure what to do, if to go back and tend to her foot or is this conversation going to continue.

“You didn’t answer, do you still like me?” She asked.

You gulped again, you used to be such good friends, but what she did to you all those years, depriving you from food, humiliating you, the way she acted when Jonathan died, keeping you inside a cage you can’t even lay in, it was all awful.

But when you look at her and see that smile, you can’t help but feel that old attraction you used to feel when you worked together, it was like you always loved her, you just didn’t know it yet. And investing so much effort in her feet? Perhaps that was your destiny, she deserved all of it, after all - she saved you, anyone else would squish you on sight.

You nodded, “y-yes Naomi, I still like you”, you said sincerely.

She made a huge satisfied smile, “ah”, moaning gently, “good boy”, you immediately smiled like a puppy when said it, “you may kiss my feet now”, she ordered and you immediately kneeled to kiss, over and over again. Thanking her for all those years, for saving you, for helping you get the cure.

As harsh as the last years were, you didn’t regret anything.

“Oh and Greg?” She suddenly said, “I also still like you”, she added with a giggle, you smiled happily and kept kissing.

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Another week has passed, Naomi entered the apartment after a jog, all covered in sweat, with a bag in her hand - the final dose of the cure was finally here, your last chance.

She also brought a tiny wooden cage, even smaller that the one you used for the last 4 and a half years.

“Ok, so this is it”, she announced as she placed the bottle, “this is your last chance - if you grow back after taking it, you may finally go back to your old life”, she paused and looked at you, you blushed all red, you were nervous like never before, “but if not”, she placed the new cage next to you, you looked at it with worried eyes, “you will spend the rest of your life pleasing me, inside that teeny meeny cage I bought”.

It was so small, it was like you could only lay curled up inside, you didn’t know what to say.

She filled a spoon from the bottle and placed it next to you, shaking, you bowed down and started sipping it.

“So tomorrow is the big day Greg”, she said happily, “you either grow up or doing this for the rest of your life” she scrunched her toes above you.

She leaned forward and tapped your head, “what would you prefer?”

“What do you mean? Of course I want to grow back”, you said defensively.

“Yeah? But what will you do? You never answered me”, she mischievously replied, while filling another spoon and placing it next to you.

“I… I will find another j-job, start over”, you stuttered.

“Hm-mm… and where will you stay?” She asked back.

“Uhh… I’m sure there is something”, you said.

“Well, there are the streets, do you want to live in the streets?” She asked and giggled.

“I don’t know”, you said helplessly, “I’ll figure it out”, you started drinking the second spoon.

She sighed and giggled again, “oh Greg, for your sake - I wish the cure won’t work”.

You wiped some of the substance from around your mouth and looked at her, “why?”

“Because you’re already in your proper place, I think that in a way - you even wanted it”, she giggled again.

“What? N-Naomi, that’s not true”, you replied defensively.

She narrowed her eyes and got closer, smiling mischievously, “yeah?”

“Yeah, I would prefer to stay your friend in normal size, h-how can you think I would want that?” Her behavior shocked you, but you didn’t want to say mean things to her, like mentioning the way she’s treating you, or the way she treated Jonathan - even after he passed away.

“Sure”, she giggled again, you were used to being humiliated, you kneeled and continued sipping the cure.

“Now I want the best foot treatment you ever gave me, I want every single cell of my skin being properly licked by you”

You nodded, she pulled the spoon and placed it aside.

“I thought.. maybe I should have a third one this time?”

“No”, she pointed at her foot, “I want your tongue inside every crack and crevice, and I need your belly to fill it all in”, she paused for a moment, “but after the treatment, maybe I’ll give you a third spoon if you’d want that”.

You nodded again, “ok Naomi... Thank you” you sighed in humiliation and started licking.

“Beneath the nails, between the toes, don’t you miss a speck”, she ordered again.

Obediently, you did as she said, shoving your tongue as hard as you can inside every crevice and crack, eating disgusting gunk that was stuck there for days, maybe even weeks.

The worst was beneath her nails, but every time you gagged she just pushed it back to your face, she was ruthless today, perhaps more ruthless than she ever was with you before.

Probably trying to make the best out of you before you grow back, so you went with it, as thanks for even allowing you to try the cure for the fifth time since you are here.

It has to finally work this time, you believed it, you’ll walk out of here in normal size.

It was hours of humiliating harsh treatment, but she finally placed her feet back down.

“So how is your belly, do you think you can fit in another spoon?” She asked with a smile.

You were stuffed, with all sorts of grime, gunk, sweat, you could barely even breathe, but you wanted it.

“Yes, thank you Naomi, please”

She grabbed the spoon, but this time instead of putting it inside the bottle, she raised her arm and exposed her sweaty armpit, then started sliding the spoon over it, slowly.

While doing that, she looked at you with a huge smile on her face, you had no idea what’s happening and what’s the meaning of this.

Then she placed the spoon next to you, it had a heap of her armpit sweat inside.

“I don’t understand”, you said, looking at it and looking at her.

“Go ahead, I thought I should give you the last one straight from the source”, she said and laughed.

You didn’t understand what she’s talking about, you kneeled and took a sip, you swallowed it - and your face turned pale, it tasted just like the cure, no, IT WAS the cure.

All this time - she was letting you have her armpit sweat, making you believe it gives you any chance to grow back.

Your mind was racing, your head was spinning, Naomi’s cruel laughter boomed in your head, it was all a lie, all along, she played with you.

Jonathan knew it from the start, he tried to warn you but you kept living in denial and convinced yourself that there is hope.

So you could actually be free, 4 years ago when you purchased the cure for the first time for you and Jonathan, all this time, all this hard work… just to drink her armpit sweat again.

You collapsed on all fours, breathing heavily.

“Oh Greg”, she wiped tears using the back of her fingers, “you should see your face right now, this is so funny”, she said and started laughing again.

“Y-You lied to me”, you said, then burst into tears and crying like a baby.

“Lol, of course I did, sometimes I couldn’t believe you believe it yourself, I thought Jonathan was naive - but you definitely broke his record”, she said while laughing.

You held your head, all those memories, all the red flags along the way, you ignored everything, what an idiot you feel right now.

“Y-You shrunk and let your husband d-die, and for what?!” You screamed in tears.

“Well there’s the easy money, of course, but to be honest that’s just a bonus, his misery, ah”, she moaned with a smile and looked forward, “it was such a treat watching him decay for my pleasure, and you did such a good job encouraging him to obey me”, she bit her lower lip with a satisfied smile after explaining, then looked back down at you.

You tried to say something but you just cried harder.

“Well, I guess this is it then”, she brought her foot to your face.

You pushed it.

“Y-You monster! I’ll never serve you again!!” You screamed, she kept pushing you with her foot in the direction of the cage.

“Oh I know, that’s ok”, she said casually, your back touched the cage, then her big toe started pushing your head down, you squirmed and tried to fight it but it was hopeless.

“I don’t need you anymore, I plan on moving and can’t take you with me anyway”, she said and shrugged, “Jonathan’s insurance money plus all that money you spent on the cure”, she paused the started laughing again, her big toe shoving you inside the tiny cage, like you were a sardin.

“Figured I can quit this job and go live someplace else, retire early”, she said with a smile and kept shoving you inside, then leaned forward and locked it.

You couldn’t move, you looked at her in fear.

“I.. I don’t understand!” You screamed, “what will you do with me!”

She didn’t answer, just smiled, then started dragging the cage with her foot.

“What are you doing!” You shouted as she dragged you to the edge of the table.

The cage started falling until it hit the floor, your whole body was aching and you moaned in pain.

She stood up and placed her foot next to the cage.

“Aw, Greg, look at you”, she said in a giggly voice as she towered above the cage, you saw her through the bars, you never saw her like that, from the bottom of her feet all the way up to her face, it felt so far away, bigger than the highest skyscraper you’ve ever seen.

“W-Wait! Wait Naomi ok I’ll stay your slave! I promise I’ll be obedient! You can take me anywhere you want!” You screamed but her face didn't flinch, she probably can’t even hear you anymore.

“I guess this is goodbye Greg”, she said and shrugged, “thank you for everything, the last years were so entertaining thanks to you”, she hovered her foot and placed it on the cage.

You screamed in misery and tried to somehow escape but there was nothing you could do.

“Ever since I saw you getting shrunk a part of me wanted to feel it, just like Anna and the other girls did to the other boys of the office, but what can I do? I enjoyed so much watching you suffer”, she said with pleasure, pressing her foot against the cage, the bars were creaking.

“It’s like every day I could almost taste another piece of your soul leaving your body, sacrificed for my feet - which to be honest? I don’t even care how they look”, she started laughing, pressing harder, you kicked her sole through the bars, desperately trying to stop it.

She sighed and paused, “anyway…”

She pressed harder, probably with all her strength.

*CRACK* *CRACK*

The bars started cracking, you released a loud scream

*C R A C K*

The cage broke down and her sole pushed you forcefully into the floor - pulverizing you immediately.

“Ahhhh…” she moaned and caressed her neck, “Mmmmmmmm”, she hummed in joy while twisting her foot, breaking whatever was left of you together with the remains of the cage, grinding it like dirt.

“Oh my god…” she whispered and started touching herself, twisting harder, more cracks could be heard from underneath her, she bit her lower lip forcefully, then moaned again.

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The End.

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