Life Changes (Chapter 15) (Patreon)

            When she stood on me, I heard my spine creak. The air bled out of my lungs and most of me numbed while the meaty pad of her sole compressed harder and harder over my body. Whether I was headed for an implosion or just a blackout, I couldn’t say, but Kayla apparently didn’t have either outcome in mind yet, because she relented the pressure soon after by walking over to her bed and hopping in.   

             “Sleep well, little loser,” Kayla’s voice boomed like divine thunder through the moist squishy void within her sock. Each time her toes balled above, the creasy landscape of her sole flesh transfigured against my body. She squeezed me taut against the constricting midnight-hued fabric. “Consider today your training as the family slave. You know, easing you in. Tomorrow, we’ll REALLY put you to use.”

            Unable to conceive in what twisted universe today was just “training” instead of an immediate and ongoing train wreck of foot-pounding hell, I settled into the tight pressure of Kayla’s too-small sock stretched like a rubber band around her foot and I. My tiny arms and legs were forcibly spread crucifixion-style across the doughy plain of Kayla’s foot as she snuggled comfortably under the covers. When the lights were switched off, against all odds, I succumbed to the extreme consumption I’d endured this day and slumped into an achy sleep.

            Nightmares of course plagued my every moment of rest, revisiting the sensory horrors and foot-flavored repulsion of the previous day, though those visions were still nothing compared to what I had waiting for me upon waking. Sure enough, though I’d hoped that regaining consciousness might show me that I’d only hallucinated my foolish challenge to Kayla and every foul thing that followed, I was still shrunken and pinned against her humid sole. Despair flooded back through me, horrified to think that I’d endured less than a day of this so far, when our bet required me to put up with her ruthless games for an entire week.

            Not only that, but my hidden identity meant I’d also be victim to two women who ordinarily thought the world of me, especially Ashley and her previously-hidden dark side of apparent giddy sadism. Yet I couldn’t reveal myself, or forfeit all the torment I’d already endured for another ten years. Already a week seemed like a decade, so I knew I just had to bite the bullet, and enjoy these last few minutes of relative morning peace glued to the belly of Kayla’s ped, until she got out of bed and recommenced making my life a smelly underfoot hell.

            I didn’t have to wait long.

            The dark fibers of the cottony sock prison came unstuck from her skin, slightly damp with night sweat, up from the bump of her heel and stripping past her arch, until only her toes were grasping me in place. Her beefy digits let my body go with one last bop to my skull and I landed in a heap at the altar of her light-mocha-tan feet, turning myself over in time to look up at Kayla kneeling over me, utterly delighting once again in her almost-total control of my fate.

            “So, pipsqueak, did you decide to give up yet and admit that you’re way out of your depth, so we can cut the bullshit and start you off on your real job here?” Kayla enthused with a cheesy grin.

            “N-No.”

            “Darn. Just checking. Hey, yesterday was pretty fun, so who knows. Maybe you were even weaker than I thought, and this whole silly bet could end already. But I guess we’ll just have to try a little harder today. Luckily, I’ve got my morning workout now, and you’re coming with me. C’mon, we gotta beat the rush, and I’m not planning on holding anything back today. Which… normally is exactly what I do anyway, but obviously I’ll be making a special point of giving everything I have, seeing how you’re going to be keeping my feet company the whole time. Plus afterward too, obviously, since it’s gonna be nice and wet just for you, and I’m sure as hell not sitting around with nasty soles when I’ve got a little bitch like you just so eager to prove himself by licking up every drop and asking for more.”

            It was still just as demoralizing to be addressed this way, but I’d gotten used to Kayla’s playful cruelty by now. I was far more nervous at the prospect of heading to the gym with her. I’d been walked on by both her and her mother yesterday, but that was just a regular stroll around the house. Even knowing I was down there, vulnerable as a china doll in her shoe, my fiancé’s sister would be exercising her heart out, pounding the pavement and working up a heavy sweat. I’d seen her in action before, too, going into an athletic trance to pump out the last set. If she happened to enter that zone today while she had me stored on her person, soaking up her pestilential fluids from both the musty interior of the shoe and her rubbery sole-flesh itself, it wouldn’t take more than one misplaced stamp to end me.

            Though frankly, if I was the real David, that prospect might not be such a terrible alternative to spending ten years in shoe-riding, foot-licking, sweat-guzzling solitude. That could so easily become me if I failed. I had to keep those high stakes at the forefront of my mind, or the dangerous haze of being aggressively trodden upon and loaded to the brim with Kayla’s poisonous pore-gunk just might melt my brain enough to surrender.

            “Jesus, your little face. It’s so sad and funny at the same time. So… scared. Wow, I miss that. See, this is the great thing about having you here, Cody. Little ol’ David’s so used to his proper place in life now, he doesn’t really show his feelings anymore. But whatever. Speaking of feelings, I’d rather feel you under me, instead of just watching you try not to cry. Not that it isn’t entertaining, though. Still, you don’t get to stay in the kind of shape I’m in if you’re not out there every day of the week pushing the limits. So let’s get you into a more useful shape, and then we’ll be off!”

            Kayla hopped off the bed, leaving my shrunken self marooned there to stew, but as always, the dark-haired titaness was quick to deliver new misery. No sooner had I fearfully turned my head to trace the path of her bed-quaking footsteps, when I spotted the Transmogrifier back in her hand, aimed straight at my face. There was a flash, and suddenly my perception of my humanoid shape snapped away, much like how I imagined it would feel to become quadriplegic, yet I could still sense the buoyancy of the mattress beneath me, and an especially hollowing chill running through my innards that I couldn’t explain. Knowing Kayla had transformed me back into an object, I realized immediately this was different than when she’d made me into an insole.

            And as she reached for me, smirking at my misfortune, I saw there was one and only one silver-and-pink mesh athletic shoe dangled from her hand, I understood completely. The moment Kayla’s fingers dipped inside me to grasp and pluck my sneaker-shaped body off the bed was disorienting, though I imagined it was a cake walk compared to the inevitable headed my way soon. She sat at the edge of the bed but left me on the floor, making a show first of shoving her sockless foot into the other sneaker and tying the laces in knots until the taut cords started to malform the mesh around her foot. All so I could see what was about to become of me. She wiggled her toes through the upper edge, pressing up through the mesh, and then her other equally-naked ped descended over me.