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Life Changes (Chapter 3)
🕑 Added 2025-08-18 13:00:06 +0000 UTCSeeing no other choice now, and fearing Kayla’s toes might accidentally snap my neck while trying to prove a point, I surrendered and started licking at the nearest swath of bitterly moist skin. Instantly the swampy flavors assaulted my tongue, a bead of hormonal saltwater fluid filling my cheeks and splashing down my throat like rubbing alcohol. Stench wafted all around as smog. The flesh was very tender here in the rounded crook between the woman’s digits, and especially mushy due to the high volume of stinging sweat she had indeed accrued. It might’ve almost been a pleasant texture, if not for the horrid odor, the fiery beverage pouring down my gullet, and the utter humiliation of being forced to lick the sweat off the feet of my fiancé’s big sister just to preserve my life and sanity.
My body writhed with disgust, hating every mouthful, yet each time I took in a huge gulp of Kayla’s toe sweat, she seemed to produce another drop, just as fast as I could drink it if not even faster. My neck couldn’t turn far, but I attended to the limited square meterage in the fleshy crevice, lapping and slaking my tiny tongue until my mouth was raw and dry. Several times in my haphazard feast, I even felt a slick glob of her toejam passing over my lips. With no way to get rid of it, and the ever-present threat of Kayla’s digits quashing my head like a grape at any moment, I muscled past the gag reflex and even swallowed these juicy sweat-riddled balls of sock-and-grit particulate gleaned from the sumptuous tanned skin. My stomach was in agony, but I soldiered on.
“There’s a good boy,” Kayla congratulated. “Has anyone ever told you that you’re a great toe-licker, Cody? Well, if they haven’t, it’s a shame, because you’re a natural. Excellent technique, not too ticklish, and very relaxing after all my hard work. Keep it up. I think I’m almost dry. But not quite.”
With that, the giantess slammed her foot back toward the ground, stopping just short of imparting a body-breaking heel-stomp into my vulnerable shape. Still I winced, and the whiplash of those toes gripping my head didn’t help either. Once again my body was buried under her mountainous mass, a foot ten times my size grinding me into the carpet. Just praying this game was nearly through and she was, in fact, satisfied with her toes’ level of cleanliness, I kept up my rapid licking pace. It was amazing to me how easily I’d succumbed to her orders, and deeply embarrassing at a level I never thought I’d experience, though no one could really blame me for giving in either, with a megaton foot pressed into my body and toes just a twitch away from choking me to a blackout. Gradually the toe-valley flesh surrounding my head did seem to be less water-logged, though it was hard to tell. My tongue was too sandy to distinguish moisture levels, and the gallon of mealy foot sweat I’d imbibed was screwing with my synapses; the hot congealed liquid sat like a rock in my gut.
“That’ll do for now. Normally I’d have you get to every space between all ten of ‘em, not just these two, but I understand it’ll take some getting used to, and I don’t want to break you too fast,” Kayla explained, which was sadly the most compassionate thing she’d yet said to me while shrunken, if not for a long time before too. Her toes reluctantly loosed their chokehold on my skull, while the rest of her perspiration-lubed foot peeled off my damp six-inch body. “Besides, we can’t have you getting tuckered out on me, when I still have to introduce you to some of your other important duties.”
“L-Like what?” I croaked, suspiciously eyeing her gargantuan foot still resting beside me. I’d be sorry I asked.
“For example,” Kayla snickered in all her usual snobbery. She picked up the Transmogrifier again and aimed it at me. “Once you try out a transformed slave as an insole in your shoe, believe me, you never want to use the artificial kind again!”
The device’s blaring light hit me, and when my vision cleared, I knew something was different, more bizarre than reducing in size. Even though Kayla had warned me what was coming with such a pompous air, I couldn’t believe it until experiencing it for myself. Objectively, I did know that all three ladies used David as an inanimate object, but hadn’t seen the process in action. I needn’t have wondered now, because I no longer possessed a human body, nor had the capacity to move like one. Paralyzed, literally, I perceived that I was inhabiting a thin rounded shape like a distended bean. Before my imagination went too far, Kayla “helpfully” lowered her phone camera for me to use as a mirror, and all I could see staring back at me was a perfectly ordinary, snow-white, lightly cushioned shoe insole.
“Weird, isn’t it? Don’t worry. You’ll get used to it. There’ll be plenty of practice,” Kayla informed me. Her giddy smile couldn’t be contained. “My only regret is that you can’t talk back to me while you’re like this. I won’t be able to enjoy your silly whining and crying. So, try to remember all your complaints for later when I turn you back into a person, Cody, so I can laugh at them then instead of now.”
Ironically, I was still so shocked, I wouldn’t have been able to protest or scream, even if this mouthless form allowed for speech. Pocketing her phone, Kayla reached toward the floor and pinched me around what roughly translated as my lower body, though even as her fingers took hold and dangled me off the ground into the air, I realized no part of me was exactly “upper” or “lower.” My whole shape was a single pad of sensitive consciousness, simultaneously detecting the smoothness of Kayla’s fingerprints, the pressure applied to pick me up, and even the scent of her vanilla hand lotion and leftover weight-lifting chalk.
This was strangely comforting, as it told me I wasn’t just a comatose vegetable while transformed and still retained some humanity, but the longer I thought about it, and the fact that I had become a highly-perceptive object used to cushion feet in the soundless humid darkness of a shoe, I reconsidered whether this was a blessing or curse.
“It’s just too bad you missed today’s workout. I’m sure David had fun. I’ll be sure to bring you along with me tomorrow, though, so you can get a real taste for just how hard I push myself at the gym. Believe me, I’ll be pushing you even harder,” Kayla said. She picked up one of her athletic shoes and held it next to my floppy shape. “For now, though, I’ll have to settle for giving you a sample. But, I can still smell them even from here, so I don’t think you’ll have to imagine too much.”
Her fingers aimed me for the dark opening in the shoe. Even before my rounded edge pushed through into the vessel, I felt the steam rising from the hole, warming my clean exterior and reminding me of the rancid zest I’d just had to lick off of Kayla’s toes, only doubly amplified after cooking in the confined space of the shoe. After she’d actually inserted me, the putrid sweaty air clouded around me like a pea-soup mist. My entire body sensed it at once, both smelling and somehow tasting the essence of her sticky post-workout foot flesh, while the heat instantly coated me as well. Snug as though I’d been custom-fitted, my insole body slid into place at the rubbery basin of the shoe. Every surface I touched in her shoe was ripe with aged odor, soaked and crusted through due to repeated sweats, and I couldn’t keep from tasting it via contact. There was a literal oral history of Kayla’s raunchy exercise routines in this shoe, and I had to drink it all up just because she’d chosen me for this task.
