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Unaware Walk
🕑 Added 2023-11-29 21:31:54 +0000 UTCI was out for a walk when I was struck by the shrinking virus, leaving me stranded on the sidewalk, exposed and in great danger. I tried to run towards grass to avoid getting crushed by an unaware passing giant, but unfortunately, I was nowhere near quick enough. As I ran I noticed a giant shadow overtake me as a giant foot loomed overhead. I looked up just in time to see the ball of a giant foot coming down on me.
The immense pressure made me want to scream as I was crushed into the hot concrete by this unforgiving foot. When the foot lifted off the ground, so did I. To say I was scared was an understatement. I was freaking out as I watched the sidewalk below me draw closer and closer until I was once again slammed back into it with tons of crushing weight pressing down on me.
I had no idea who my captor was or what they looked like, all I could gather was that it was a woman, and I only knew this because I heard her talking as she went about her day. Finally she sat down and propped her feet up. It was a relief to finally have the pressure off of me, and I took advantage of the situation and started wiggling in an attempt to break free. She must have felt me, because the next thing I knew, the big toe of her other foot came quickly in my direction and her toenail began to scratch at me.
"What the Hell was that!?" I heard her say as I broke free and tumbled down. She moved her feet and saw me. She wasted no time picking me up, and had no regard to how hard she was pinching me between her fingers. She brought me close to her face to get a closer look. I yelled, begging and screaming for her to help me, but she was very clearly uninterested in what I had to say. Next thing I knew her hand was flying away from her face, and in a matter of seconds I found myself wedged between this giant girls toes. I tried wiggling and squirming, but all I got in response was her toes squeezing me tightly.
When she loosened her grip on my I did the only thing I could think of, I began to lick her foot. I was hoping that if I showed her my willingness to do anything, she might go easy on me. She glanced at me, then went back to playing idly on her phone. I worked my way between all of her toes, licking away at the dirt and toe-jam that had accumulated there. The taste was nasty, but she was no longer trying to squeeze the life out of me.
After I finished, she plucked me out from between her toes and went to her room, sitting down next to her bed. She placed me down at her feet.
"Since you apparently enjoy licking my filthy feet, I guess I can keep you around as my weird little pet or something," she said rolling her eyes as I once more buried my face in her toes. I didn't enjoy it, but it was clear she had no intentions of helping me, so the best thing I could hope to do was keep her happy enough that she didn't feel the need to torment me.
That was the beginning of my new life as a subservient pet. No matter how dirty her feet got, it was my job to lick them clean. It didn't take long for my brain to adapt and normalize these disgusting actions. On the plus side, on those lonely nights when she couldn't sleep, it was up to me, her faithful pet, to please her and put her to sleep. Those nights often left me stuck deep inside her until the following morning, a sleeping arrangement that I wasn't complaining with...
