Life Changes (Chapter 12) (Patreon)

“W-Wait… wait…” I dumbly muttered, gulping as the shadow of that leathery, hot-blooded foot swallowed me up. She didn’t pause in her approach; Ashley really did mean to bury me under her sole.

No matter how overwhelmed I already felt when first shrunken by Kayla, and then again abused by her mother, it was nothing compared to this literal lowest point. My weight was so insignificant now at one inch tall, I couldn’t even press down on the plush bedsheets beneath me, though Ashley’s raw, ruddy bare foot in all its gigantic glory most certainly could, and did. As she continued rolling it forward on her heel, the cottony terrain under us was pulled even closer to her, knocking me onto my back as I was carried toward her like a conveyor belt. I fought back a pathetic scream just as my beloved’s titanic, burly arch pressed itself down on me, sandwiching me firmly between the flattened sheets and her technically petite, yet now-monstrous slab of foot flesh. The crushing weight, the mealy odors, and the general existential dread of realizing just how easily my fiancé could dominate a helpless slave for the smallest offense all worked together to make me feel gut-churning horror. She wasn’t actually pressing down hard enough to squish me, but for the combination of depressing, disgusting factors at play beneath the dark, smelly, all-encompassing mass of Ashley’s sole, she may as well have been.

             Just then, shortly after the heart-crushing rug-pull of finding out my future wife had a vindictive inner life, another awful but slightly more welcome surprise struck me: I was temporarily saved by the unlikeliest source. Ashley’s enormous foot, sticky enough from the balmy wear in her sandal, adhered gently to my limbs as it peeled slowly off, letting in daylight and clean air again. To my shock and momentarily pulse-pounding chagrin, then, I realized I was looking up at Kayla standing over her sister’s bed, obviously looking more colossal than she had yet due to my latest shrinkage. She had the Transmogrifier in one hand, the other a fist planted victoriously on her hip yet again. The simpering glower on her smug face, directed squarely at me, hurt nearly as much as the feeling of Ashley’s boat-sized, sweat-glazed foot dropping on me like a tectonic plate, though not quite that much of course. It was like she knew from the moment she agreed to pass me off to Ashley for a turn what was going to happen, and what I was going to learn. I curled into a ball again like a pill bug, desperately wishing for a rest I knew I wasn’t going to receive.

            “There, you got your look at him. So can I put my foot back down on lil’ David again?” Ashley complained to her sibling, shaking her head and smirking as she casually rested sideways on her bed like a reclining princess, her palm pressed into her cheek. “I’m trying to teach a lesson here, and it’s not going to stick if he doesn’t spend some quality time down there wishing he’d been more obedient.”

            “Oh, I’d love to let you stomp the little brat into your bed until he’s seeing spots, believe me, but this is an emergency,” Kayla smarmed. “Sorry, but I’m calling in older sister privileges and taking him back for now.”

            “What! But my turn just started!” Ashley sounded so cute, play-pouting with her sister like they were grade school kids again, I almost forgot for a second that they were arguing over who had the right to torture me with their giant bare feet first. Already her sole was pre-emptively lowering over me to block her greedy sibling. “Go see what Mom thinks.”

            “Already did, and she says I get him again. I was at the gym for two hours, and now I’ve got a nasty muscle-knot right in the middle of my leading foot. You know I can’t operate without that taken care of first. Get home a little sooner next time, and you’ll get a longer turn with him. Or, just try to be born sooner next time, so you can have the big sister privileges instead!”

            “Oh, fine, whatever. He’s getting on my nerves anyway,” Ashley shrugged. Despite my being glad to get a break from her brutal punishment, the lack of care in her voice chilled me to my core. “Take him and give him a few extra kicks for me. He really is acting up a lot today, isn’t he?”

            “Totally,” Kayla replied, snatching my shivering form into her fist and enclosing me in a cocoon of creased, callused palm skin. “Don’t you worry, sis. I’ll even let him know specifically which kicks are from you.”

            At one inch tall, I bounced relentlessly between the firm pads of Kayla’s curled hand, but was again granted a reprieve a minute later when she opened it and dropped me onto the pillow in her closed-door bedroom, far away now from prying ears. As Kayla’s mattress lay close to the ground, my vantage point lay deep below her waist, giving me an overwhelming scope of her toned, astronomic body still dressed in those skimpy workout clothes, stained with sweat and stretched taut around her muscled curves. She’d seemed like an amazon before, but now that term fell far short of the citadel of a woman standing over me and stealing my dignity with just a glance.

            “So, I’m pretty sure I can tell just by the look you had on your face when I rescued you from under my sister’s foot… you’re welcome, by the way…” Kayla drawled, obviously relishing every word with a broad grin. As she spoke, she lifted her leg, letting her hefty bare bronze-tanned foot hover just over the mattress, finger-toes wriggling threateningly at me on the pillow. At this new size, her absolute goliath of a foot made Ashley’s stubbier ped seem malnourished again. She slammed it down onto the mattress just beyond, bouncing me once into the air, but allowing me to be caught by the cushion again. “…but, since you’re our slave for the week and then probably for the next decade after that, I think I’m well within my rights to demand that you tell me exactly how it feels to find out first-hand that sweet adorable babydoll Ashley has got a big ol’ mean streak in her?”

            “W-Why?” I heard myself mewl.

            “Because. It’ll make me happy,” she replied.

            This made sense, given what I knew of this athletic skyscraper of a mastermind. Pent-up tension bubbled to the surface.

            “I… I n-never thought s-she could do something like that,” I choked. Once the first tear rolled down my cheek, I could feel more coming. “E-Even if she d-didn’t know about me, she… I m-mean, she p-picks up worms off the s-sidewalk and puts them back in the g-grass!”

            “I know,” Kayla snorted, grasping at the sheets with her toes. “What a dweeb, right?”

            “But s-she still… e-even when I said I was… s-sorry, she… she…”

            “Guess it’s best you figured this out now instead of after you married her. Ashley’s a stone-cold killer. I swear, sometimes even I think she’s too hard on David. Now, I’m pretty sure you’re not going to want to marry her, especially after you fail the bet and become our slave for the next ten years, so it’s kind of pointless now either way, but at least you know the “real” Ashley. Although I’m willing to bet the kinkster somewhere deep inside you would find it kinda hot when she gets all tough and take-charge and rude, if she wasn’t using it to turn you into crud under her feet, huh? Am I reading that right?”

            “God. P-Please, Kayla. I’m… begging you, from the bottom of my heart-”

            “Don’t you even finish that thought, sore loser. We have a deal. You finish out this week without turning your brain into scrambled eggs, and then you can get big again, not before,” Kayla interrupted. The foot she had propped triumphantly up on the bed was shifting closer to the pillow, climbing its way up the cushion and nearly causing me to tumble down the shallow hill straight into the beefy embrace of those thrashing toes. “If you try to give up now, I’m going to count that as a win for me, and keep you this size until you can’t even remember a time when you weren’t just a scrawny, dirty, foot-licking freak pet. So, think nice and hard about what you want. Are you ready to give up now, and become ours for longer than a week?”            “N-No…” I wept, feeling deeply self-conscious and shameful at the altar of Kayla’s foot, but what more did I have to lose?

            “Good. That’s what I like to hear. Now, to show me how grateful you are that I saved you before Ashley could stomp you into a smear, come crawl between my toes and lick up everything you can get your lips around,” Kayla ordered. She flared her strong digits apart, each one at least the size of my body alone if not much bulkier, displaying what was unmistakably a uniform wet gleam across every skin cell, speckled with dots of juicy black-sock lint in the tenderest crevices.