Life Changes (Chapter 10) (Patreon)

“Was he acting strangely for you earlier?” Grace asked her daughter. She slapped my head repeatedly off her heel. “We need to make sure we’re on the same page, if it’s time for us to give him an attitude adjustment. I don’t like the idea of him getting too comfortable in his position down there.”

            “Oh, I doubt he’s comfortable anywhere after he lost that bet, Mom… but I still think it’s a great idea to shake up his world a little bit. You know. Make sure he’s not getting cocky. Stomp the attitude right out of him, if we have to.”

            “What do you have in mind?” All the while, Grace’s self-massage with my body only slowed its pace slightly, sweeping me to every nook and cranny of her foot. By this point, I was so bruised and fatigued, I had to clamp my teeth down on my tongue just to make sure it still stuck out to be used upon the beefy plain of the sole however my gigantic in-law wished. The rest of me had lost all feeling, especially my legs, squeezed between her authoritative fingers.

            “Let’s see here…” Kayla pondered aloud. “Well, I think it might be a mistake for us to just leave him to sleep in a shoe overnight. That’s too much of a break, if you ask me. No, if we really want to make sure he’s eating, drinking, sleeping, and breathing our feet, I think it has to turn into a twenty-four-seven job, not just a nine-to-five.”

            “Not bad,” Grace said. “How would we do that?”

            “Some hair ties would do the trick. Just loop them around his arms and legs, then wrap those around your toes and your heel, and presto, he’s strapped in for the night. Wouldn’t that be nice, to fall asleep to the feeling of him rubbing and kissing and licking away at you?”

            “Hmm… you may be onto something there, dear.”

            “Of course I am. Who wouldn’t want to make full use of him? Oh, I have another idea!”

            “Yes?”

            “Give him a taste of what he’s missing. Like how real people live. It’ll help remind him of what he is now, at least for the next eight years. And it’ll make him understand he has to pull his weight, small as it is, if he ever wants to fulfill the bargain and be big again. We just have to show him.”

            “I see. But what would accomplish that?” Grace’s massaging slowed now. She raked my face up the ball of her foot once more, then flared her toes to make room for my head, clamping around my skull and fondling my tongue into the buttery crevice there.

            “Simple. Get some photos and videos of other people in our lives, and make him look at them. Real people. And everything they have that he can’t have.”

            “Such as?”

            “Well, take for example… I don’t know, Cody…”

            I could feel Kayla looking at me now with a nigh-demonic smile, reveling in my ironic suffering. Even after so little time serving as a foot slave, I knew it would demoralize me even further to be reminded so vividly of the life I’d now put on the line with this bet. There was no question Kayla would adore rubbing my face in what I’d lost almost as much as she liked rubbing my face on her giant foot, and neither of my other two other assigned mistresses would even comprehend why that particular act of psychological punishment caused me to suffer so grimly.

            “Cody?” Grace repeated, her tone perking up. “Oh, what a sweetheart. I can’t imagine he’d want to help us teach David a lesson, no matter how badly he needs it!”

            “Cody doesn’t have to know a thing, though,” Kayla giggled. “What he doesn’t know won’t hurt him.”

            “I suppose you’re right,” Grace mischievously concurred. “You’re so creative, Kayla, you know that?”

            “Glad somebody noticed,” the mastermind smarmed, mugging at me the whole time.

            “Yoo-hoo!” a familiar, cheerful sunspot of a voice called out, interrupting this maddening discussion. “Anybody home?”

            It was Ashley, my fiancé, returning for the evening. My heartbeat tripled at the mere recognition of her sound, a comforting glow in the otherwise gloomy outlook of my shrunken torture-fest of a week as the family’s secondary foot slave.

            “In here, honey!” Grace cheerfully replied. She turned, waving at the doorway, and in the process mercifully peeled my head out from between her toes, though I was still clamped hard in her fist. My tongue hung out of my mouth, limp and numb from so much licking, and I only prayed I could regain some energy while she chit-chatted with her daughter, before someone forced me into repulsive servitude again.

            “What are you guys up to?” my love sweetly questioned, giving me a fresh round of adrenaline-rush goose bumps. Seeing her appear over the shoulder of her gigantic mother, my mouth went dry, and I got woozy from the contact high of existing in her space, even if I couldn’t cry out to her for help or comfort. Looking to the side, I caught a glimpse of Kayla giving me a pair of laser-eyes, silently reminding me the terms of our agreement. I had no intentions of risking everything now, even with my beautiful, wonderful, wholly gigantic Ashley towering nearby, but that didn’t mean it wasn’t still painful to have to keep quiet.

            “Oh, nothing much. Just brainstorming some new, uh… disciplinary methods for David here,” Kayla said, raising an eyebrow and curling her thin lips into a cruel smile.

            “Yeah?” Ashley crooned. She matched her sister’s hedonistic expression.

            “Kayla really has some clever ideas, dear. You should hear some of them,” Grace explained. Her fist opened around my six-inch body, but rather than let me go, two of her fingers swiftly pinched my ankle, causing me to dangle upside-down like a dead fish from her hand. Suddenly I had a clearer view of all three giant ladies, albeit from a far more vulnerable perspective.

            “She’s always cooking something up. Aren’t ya, sis?” Ashley teased.

            “You know me!”

            “It’s a good thing, too. David’s been acting up today,” Grace said. She gave her hand a wave, which made me swing pendulum-style from her fingers. My gut turned, but I held strong, focused entirely on the inverted visage of lovely Ashley: blonde, not quite buxom, but toned and athletic, minus the height and bulk her sister was gifted with. As she turned to the side, I noted that even in my predicament, that perky bubble-butt of hers was to die for. “Fussing, not listening to directions. I had to use him like a scrubbing brush just to get any real use!”

            “Well, how about you give me a chance to talk with him?” Ashley asked.

            Instantly my heart sang at this idea, though I tried not to let my joy show too obviously. While it wouldn’t exactly be the passionate reunion I wished for, given that my fiancé believed I was the family slave, being taken into her custody would be infinitely preferable to being under uber-bully Kayla and her authoritative mother’s peds. Who knows, since I was already used to intimacy with Ashley, maybe there would even be some fun to be had there, whatever it was she planned on saying or doing to me? I knew Ashley best, after all, and while I may have misjudged her parent’s hidden penchant for walking all over her subordinates, my betrothed was, below her competitive and active exterior, a genuine good-hearted softie. I would be safest with her.

            “I don’t see why not!” Grace answered, and lifted me in her daughter’s direction.