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Prank Wars
🕑 Added 2024-04-26 11:00:05 +0000 UTCMy coworker Becky and I never really got along. On my first day at work I found out that she loved pranking people, and I made it my mission to get her back. This started a whole prank war between the two of us. I would like say it was all in good fun, but the honest truth is that we were both on a constant mission to upstage the other in our unholy war.
Finally the day came when I went to far. I popped out from around the corner and scared her and caused her to spill her drink all over herself. She had to go home for the day because she had nothing to change in to, and I got a hefty talking to by HR. I felt bad, but surely after this, that would be the end.. Or so I thought.
A few days later at work, I was eating lunch alone, minding my own business, when I started to feel a weird dizzy spell coming on. Next thing I knew, I was dwindling down to nothing in my seat. Then, seemingly out of nowhere, Becky swooped in and swiped me off my seat. The threw me in her purse and zippered it shut, preventing me from getting out. I had no idea what she had planned for me, but I knew that if she was going to go to these lengths, it couldn't be anything good.
As the hours droned on in her purse, I waited with immense anxiety with my imagination running wild on what she might do to me. But in all the wild directions that my mind went, nothing could've prepared me for what came next. She pulled me out of her purse and went and laid down. Then she pulled her feet back and began to squeeze me into her soles.
"I hope you like feet!" She said, "cuz you're about to get good and aquainted with mine!"
"Eww!" I yelled back. "This is so disgusting, and your feet smell absolutely horrid. Let me go!"
"Let you go!?" She squeezed me between her feet. "Do you know how hard it is to come by shrinking powder? Or for that matter, how hard it was to sneak that into your lunch without anyone noticing?"
"Wait! You did this to me!?"
"Of course stupid. How do you think I knew to come collect you right away. I'm just glad no one else was in the breakroom at the time."
I tried fighting my way out, but her feet were to powerful, and the smell emanating off of them was making me feel dizzy and weak.
"Please! For the love of God if you're going to torment me with your feet could you at least show a little mercy and wash them first!?"
"Wash them!? I haven't washed them since you pranked me several days ago just to get ready for today! In fact, I've even been wearing the same pair of socks the whole time as well. Hell, I even slept with my shoes on for this. After what you did and how badly you embarrassed me, I'm not the least bit sorry. You had this coming! Now enough out of you!"
She began to grind her feet back and forth until I was shifted down and completely covered by her soles. Then, she began to squeeze at tight as she could. The pain was immense, but I heard about the effects of shrinking powder and knew I couldn't be crushed, although a big part of me wished I could, just so I could be free of the smell.
She slowly peeled her feet apart keeping a close eye on me. All the sweat that had accumulated on her feet acted as an adhesive and held my body firmly in place. I tried to fight my way off, but she quickly set her feet down and stood up, putting her full weight down upon me. She only took two steps. The next time she lifted her foot, I saw her sock coming towards me. It was a thick sock. Far to thick to be wearing right now in the summer time. I just hoped these weren't the same pair of socks she had just referenced.
As the sock began to cover me, all my hopes were shattered. The sock she was putting on over me smelled just as terrible as her foot. She pulled her sock nice and snug against her foot and then set it back down, balancing all her weight down on me as she slid her other sock on. Only mere seconds later, she began to slip her shoes back on. As her foot slid across the insole, I could hear the sound of her built up sweat squelching out from within the insole, quickly making its way up to me and completely drenching me in it.
As her foot began to settle I screamed out in agony, which proved to be major mistake. Just as my mouth opened, her foot settled, locking my jaw in an open position and filling my mouth with sweat. With every step she took, more sweat oozed out of her insole, into my mouth and was then forced down my throat from all the built up pressure below me. Her sweat burned my skin, throat and eyes and there was nothing I could do to escape it.
"I think maybe I'll go for a nice long run now." I could hear her muffled voice say from outside the shoe. "I know it's pretty hot out, but damn you're comfortable under my foot. Plus, I'm sure you don't mind. I know you were just saying about how much you were enjoying my stinky feet anyways, so lets get too it. Maybe I can find someone else to shrink to make my other foot more comfortable while we're out there."
I couldn't tell if she was serious or joking with that last comment. If she was, I pitied the poor sole she kidnapped next knowing they would have to suffer the same fate as me. I wanted to beg her to stop, but with where I was, plus with my mouth being forced open, I knew there was no way that was going to happen.
Her jog felt like an eternity. The pain of every crushing step mixed with the constant of her foot sweat being forced down my throat made for the most horrid experience of my life. Just moments after she stepped outside, the hot summer climate caused her feet to start sweating profusely. The environment inside the shoe was hot, wet, and smelled and tasted of death. The rhythmic pounding of her foot was mind numbing as the thick sock and her insole did little in the way of cushioning, at least for me.
I don’t know how far she ran, or how long it took her, but when it finally ended, I knew I couldn’t be more grateful. But even though her ran had ended, and her feet were soggy as hell, she still didn’t even remove so much as her shoes. As much as I wanted this to end, it was quite clear that she was still super angry with me and had absolutely no intentions of setting me free any time soon. Even when she finallly ended her day, she didn’t bother removing her shoes. She must still be super pissed.
As the night drone on, her feet once again began to sweat profusely. I could only assume that even though she had shoes on, her blankets were covering me. As the sweat poured out her foot, it absorbed into her sock, which then released it into any open place it had to go, which meant my forced open mouth. I was sick of being forced to taste her feet, it was the most disgusting thing to ever go in my mouth.
The next morning my heart skipped a beat when her alarm went off. I wasn’t sure if she was going to let me out, but at this point I felt like even facing a day of trampling couldn’t be as maddening as being stuck motionless for hours on end with nothing to distract me from the ever increasing stench and taste of her feet. I was so wrong though.
The taste and stench continued to get worse as she went about her day at work, and the trampling just added to the hellish feeling I was being forced to endure as once again sweat was being forced down my throat with every step. I couldn’t believe I actually thought that this could in any way be better than the boring, seemingly endless night.
But finally she got home from work and kicked off her shoes. It was so nice to feel the cool breeze of the A.C. Blowing though her sock. When she finally peeled her sock of, the light burned my eyes as I had been forced into pitch black for more than twenty-four hours. And even though her socks and shoes were now gone, the heavy stench of her foot was still all around me, and without having anything to wash it out, the taste of her foot still lingered heavily on my taste buds.
She used the nail of her big toe to scrape me of her foot. As soon as I dropped off her sole, her foot slammed back down on me, not quite hard enough to crush me, but she scrunched her toes, capturing my hand in the process, and she lifted me up high off the floor. I was scared of heights, ands even though I technically wasn’t that far off the floor, from my perspective it definitely seemed like I was. And then without warning, her toes released me and I dropped once again back to the floor.
“Ok,” she said. “Here’s the deal. My feet are so sweaty and stinky. If you want me to give you the antidote for the shrinking powder, you’re going to have to clean both my feet, seeing as it’s all your fault that they’re so dirty.”
“And what exactly am I supposed to use to clean them?” I asked.
“Well isn’t it obvious? You’re going to lick them both perfectly clean. I think that should be enough to teach you a lesson about pranking me.”
“My tongue!? Are you fuckin crazy!? I’ve had your nasty foot sweat forced down my throat since you trapped me in your shoe! There’s no way I’m going to willingly put more of that nasty shit in my mouth! Please, isn’t there anything else I can do? I’m really sorry! I promise, I’ll never prank you again, just please grow me back! I’ve learned my lesson!!”
“Clearly you haven’t learned anything. If you had, you wouldn’t be talking back right now. Instead you would’ve gotten straight to licking my feet. Seems like another punishment is in order.”
She picked me up in one hand, and took of one of her toe rings with the other. She held me firmly to her foot with my head under her toe, and then slipped the toe ring back on her toe and over my head. When she let me go, the toe ring held me firmly in place by my neck. The pain was immense, and the weight of my body was choking me and left me feeling like my head might rip right off.
I wanted to scream in protest as well as pain, but the ring was acting as a noose and preventing me from breathing. I don’t know what she was doing as I hung there, but she left me there for quite some time. Thankfully at this shrunken size, I didn’t actually need to breath, otherwise I may have ended up suffocating at her feet.
I was so grateful when she finally removed the toe ring and dropped me back at her foot. Without her even saying a word, I made my way over to her foot and began to lick.
“Much better,” she said. “It would seem like maybe you have learned a little bit of a lesson this time. Now I expect you to clean the completely. Right now I can smell them extremely well, even from all the way back here, but by the time you’re done I expect to not be able to smell them at all, even if I press my nose against them.”
I knew she wasn’t kidding. Everything she had put me through over the last two days showed me without question that she was very serious, and I knew if I ever wished to grow back, my only hope was to be obedient and do whatever she asked, no matter how gross it may be. As my tongue lapped away at the thick, now semi dry layer of sweat I wanted to puke the whole time. It burned my tongue and throat and made me nauseous as I swallowed it all down.
The worst of it came when I got to her toes though. As bad as the rest of her foot tasted, the toes were easily ten times worse, with thick globs of toe jam trapped in the gaps between her toes. When I got to the toe jam, licking was no longer an option and I had no choice but to bite off big chunks of it, and even had to chew it just to be able to get it down. With every bite, the toe jam exploded with flavor, burning my senses and making me cry.
When I finally got done with her first foot, I breathed a sigh of relief to finally be done, but then I glanced and her second foot and remembered that I was only half way. This time I opted to start at the toes so that at least I could get the worst of it over right away. She moaned in pleasure as I once again buried my face deep in her toes and began working away at her toe jam.
“A girl could really get used to this kind of treatment,” she cooed.
I tried my hardest to ignore the degrading things she was saying and simply kept focused on the task at hand. I finished her toes and began to work my way down to her heel. By the time finished, the stench of feet was gone, but the taste was something I felt would last for weeks to come, even with brushing my teeth.
“Wow,” she said taking a whiff of her foot, “you’re way better at this than your actual job! I may have to keep you like this a bit so i can enjoy you for a little while longer. You’re so comfy as an insole and it feels so wonderful to feel your tongue sliding across my hot sweaty soles and in between my toes. I think you might just be stuck like this until I get bored of you!”
“What!? You can’t be ser-“ I didn’t even get to finish my sentence before her foot came crashing down on me once again.
Once again she stood up crushing me. Only this time, because thee was no adhesive sweat left, I didn’t get stuck to her foot. It took her a few stomps and grinding me into the ground several times before she realized she wasn’t going to be able to get me to stick this time.
“Whatever,” she said to herself, clearly getting frustrated.
She stopped stomping on me and instead used her toes to pick me up. I looked down and saw her holding her rancid fuzzy sock below me holding it open.
“NO!” I begged, “Don’t put me ba-aaaahh”
She opened her toes and down i went. Landing in the toe section I scrambled back to my feet just in time to see her foot descending, following me into the sock.
“At least change your-“ I never even had a chance to finish as her foot pinned me to the sock and then dropped back to the floor. A minute later I found myself back in her shoe as well. I must have pissed her off way worse than I had realized. All I could do was hope she didn’t intend on keeping me this way for too long..
It’s now been over a year since she initially shrank me and I’m beginning to think that I’m never going to get my old life back. Now, my whole life revolves around Becky’s feet. The only time I’m not trapped inside her sock is when she takes me out to clean her feet. She makes me lick them daily and only showers every few days to ensure they remain as smelly as possible, and when she does finally shower, it’s not until I’ve done a thorough job of cleaning her feet first.
Sometimes, when she’s had a bad day, she’ll even make me lick her stinky sweaty arm pits and asshole just to make herself feel better. She no longer talks to me either. When I am out of her sock and licking her grossest body parts, she doesn’t even pay attention beyond checking my work. Normally she’ll play on her phone, switch, or read a book while I work, completely ignoring me. My life has become an endless Hell thanks to a prank war I never should’ve gotten involved in…
