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Shrink Bots: Wrong Place Wrong Time
🕑 Added 2023-10-09 16:45:57 +0000 UTCI was out at the bar one night, enjoying a few drinks, when the inevitable happened. I had to take a piss. So I made my way into the bathroom. I have a weird thing about public restrooms so I went into the stall instead of using the urinal. Seconds after I shut the door to the furthest stall from the door, I heard people come busting in.
"Please, man I swear, I'll have your money tomorrow!" I heard a man yelling.
"It's too late." Another voice responded. "You've had your chances. We've even let you go through the repayment process twice. This time you're not coming back. Enjoy an eternal life of shrunken servitude you worthless piece of shit!"
There was the sound of a taser, followed by the sound of a body collapsing to the floor. Drunk and not thinking, I gasped in shock and fear. Immediately I hear heavy footsteps rapidly coming my way. I back up in the stall just in time to avoid the door as it was kicked open. I put up my hands and closed my eyes.
"I didn't see anything," I yelled quickly, "I don't know anything and I swear I wo-..."
Everything turned white as I felt an electrical current shoot through my body and I collapsed...
When I came to I found myself tied to a table with something strapped to my head.
"What's going on!?" I yelled. "Where am I!?
A man in a lab coat made his way over to me.
"I see the drugs they gave you finally wore off," he said. "Seems you just happened to be in the wrong place at the wrong time. You witnessed something you weren't meant to see, and now we have no choice but to silence you."
"Who are you? Who are you with? Why can't you just let me go? I don't even know anything. Please!"
"Sorry buddy, but this is a mob thing, and needless to say, they don't really care to take that risk. So instead of just whacking you, they decided that they might as well get some money out of you so we'll be putting you into a shrink bot and selling you online as a death row inmate. Sorry again man, tough luck. But who knows, maybe your luck will change and you won't have a completely horrible owner. Anyways, good luck out there."
With that he pushed a few buttons on his phone and once again everything went white as I felt an electrical current shoot through me, however, this time when it subsided I found myself in a tiny bot, trapped in a small aquarium. There was a sign on the aquarium that said sold. Apparently they were just waiting for some poor soul to trap in this bot so they could ship it off.
Looking around the room I saw hundreds and hundreds of aquariums, some with bots, others empty, and many with sold signs already on them. But as I was looking around the room, something caught my eye that left me very confused. My reflection. Bots were generally custom ordered and specially made to look like whoever the customer want's it to look like, but for some reason, as I looked at my reflection, I still looked exactly like myself. How could this even be possible. Why would the mob take the risk of giving me my own body in shrunken form?
I was so confused, but had little time to think as some lady grabbed my aquarium and started to walk off with me. She placed the aquarium in a bigger box and filled it with packing peanuts before sealing the top and putting me out to be shipped. Once she sealed the box, there was nothing I could do but sit in darkness and wait. The anxiety of what to come was driving me to the brink of insanity.
I knew the peace in the darkness would be short lived. Shrink Bots were generally overnighted to the customers, so it wouldn't be long before I met my new lifetime owner. The box bounced and jerked as it was transported and based on the short amount of time I could feel myself moving to when I was dropped off, I could tell that I definitely had to be a local package.
"Yes!!" I heard a muffled voice from outside. "It's finally here! God I've been waiting so long for this!!"
That voice.. It sounded so familiar, but the sound didn't travel well through the packing peanuts and I couldn't quite place where I knew it from. I began to panic. Did this person actually know me? Is that why my bot looks just like me? Was it at the request of my new owner? I felt my box come to a stop again and could hear the tape being ripped off. Whether I was ready or not, I was about to meet my new owner.
Light began to filter through the packing peanuts and two giant hands came down around my aquarium and started to lift me out of the box. The peanuts fell away and in an instant I found myself face to face with my new owner. I stumbled back and fell, both in shock and fear.
"Oh my god!" She said, "you look just like him! They did such a good job! This is going to be so much fun!"
I wanted to yell out, to say something, anything, but under the current circumstances, I wasn't sure if that would be the best idea. To my utter shock and horror, my new owner turned out to be my little sister. We had never gotten along. It was of little surprise to me that she would choose to create a bot in my image. If I came out and told her it was really me, I could risk the potential of making the situation much worse for myself.
"So here's the deal you pathetic piece of shit," she said to me, "I read over a lot of prisoner profiles before I settled on yours. You see, I have this big brother, who I absolutely fucking hate and wish I could torture so badly, and this is the closest I'll ever get to fully enjoying all the fucked up things I would love to do to him if I could. So I made sure while looking through all your profiles that I found the most fucked up and deserving of my wrath, and that my little fuck up, is you!"
I couldn't believe how fucked I was. At this point panic had set in and I knew the only shred of hope I had was to get her to realize it was really me and that maybe, just maybe, she would have at least a little bit of sympathy for me.
"But Bree, it really is me!" I finally yelled, taking my chances.
"Ha! Good try but I'm not falling for that."
"Seriously! It really is me! How else would I know your name!? I got caught up with th-"
"Enough, I'm not stupid. First of all, my name is right there in giant letters over my bed. Secondly, my brother knows I hate his guts and would never dare admit to me that its actually him in my custody. But hey, since you seem so eager to play the role, you'll learn quick enough."
She picked up her phone and started pushing buttons. Because my mind was meshed with the programming in the robot, I could feel that she was moving around through the app looking into major default settings she could change on me.
"Ah, here it is," she said, "activate voice controls.."
She spent a minute syncing her voice with the app, and in turn me, giving her complete control over my every action just through basic voice commands. She effectively wiped away my free will and enslaved my mind to her every whim.
"There, now that you have to do everything I say, I want you to stick with that bullshit story you were trying to tell me. I want you to do everything you can to convince me that you're my actual brother. That is after all supposed to be the whole point of this experience. So from now on, you're no longer Johnny the death row inmate. Now your Dan, my piece of shit big brother who is going to suffer every second of every day, just for my own amusement and enjoyment. I'm going to take so much pleasure in seeing you suffer.
"So little Dan, how do you feel about feet? Not that I actually care, but you see, my brother absolutely hates feet, more than anything else. Especially mine," she began to laugh hysterically. "You see, my feet get super stinky really quick and easy. I walk around barefoot as much as I can, but it still doesn't stop them from getting sweaty and smelly. Dan was always such a dick about it every time I took my shoes off. Like, I'm so self-conscious about it you little shit. Way to make me feel bad about something I can't help... Ugh!"
I could tell she was starting to get herself worked up and knew things were most likely about to get a whole lot worse.
"You know what, fuck you. I don't owe you an explanation!" She said as she flipped over the aquarium and dumped me unceremoniously onto the floor.
I hit the ground, picked myself up, and turned to face her. I mind was telling my body to run, but my body was not of my control. She had me locked in place awaiting her instructions. Once again her phone was out and I could feel her scrolling through the defualt settings. However, this time instead of just scrolling through, she started making some serious changes. She put all of my senses to max potency, removed my ability to sleep, she made it so that my skin could taste anything it touched, and was even able to slow down my perception of time, giving me the ability to move at super human speeds.
"There we go," she said. "That should just about do it. Now we can start having some real fun! Brace yourself!"
She raised her filthy bare foot high above my head, showing me all the dirt that had collected from god only knows how many days it must have been that she had gone without a shower. I put my arms up in self defense, which I could only do because she told me to brace myself, but it was completely pointless as her foot mercilessly crashed down upon me.
As I lay on the floor at the complete mercy of her crushing foot, all her sensory changes became extremely obvious. I could taste days' worth of filth built up on her foot and the smell was a thousand times worse than the worst thing I'd ever smelt. I tried to push her off, but my efforts were a waste. I was mortified as her foot lifted off the ground, and the thick film of sweat that held all the dirt and filth to her foot, also held me in place, as though I was nothing more than a bit of filth myself.
She laughed hysterically ass she peeled me off and tossed me into one of her flats. I wanted to cry as I dropped down towards her shoe. These were here favorite pair that she had owned for years now. Even before reaching the shoe, I could smell it quite clearly due to the heightened senses, and the second I landed on the insole all my senses seemed to intensify. Sweat squelched out from beneath me and I could taste it as it made contact with my skin. The taste was so intense and burned with an intensity so strong I couldn't help but to scream out in agony. She Laughed as her foot overtook me and started to settle into the shoe.
"Lets go for a walk," she said with a giggle.
Her foot made its way the rest of the way into the shoe and settled down, sealing me in place. She wasted no time in making her way out the door, and I could tell the second she stepped out of the nice air-conditioned house. Within seconds the heat began to rise drastically. I wanted to fight against the foot that pinned me down, but any effort I made was all in vain. I was hopelessly and utterly trapped until Bree saw fit to set me free.
With every step she took on me, more and more sweat oozed out of her filthy foot, intensifying both the taste and smell of my current unfortunate situation. The constant crushing mixed with the nasty environment that I was trapped in threatened to drive me to the brink of insanity. However, the tech that held my mind here also held it in tact from being broken.
Finally the intense weight of being walked on came to a stop as she sat down and stretched out her legs. She kicked off both flats, revealing to me my new current situation. Once again I found myself stuck to her sole. From what little I could see, she had taken a walk to the local park. While it wasn't sunny out, it was extremely humid, causing Bree to sweat intensely. Using the nail of her big toe, she scraped me off her sole and let me drop to the ground. Seconds later I felt her return my free will. I wasn't sure what her game was here, but I knew running was not going to be the right choice.
"Ok little bro," she said, "as you can clearly tell, my feet desperately need a good cleaning, and well, let's be honest, that's the whole reason I bought your pathetic ass. So how about you show me how obedient you can be and get to work licking them clean."
She stretched one of her feet out in front of me and waited. Even out in the fresh air, the smell was overwhelmingly nauseating. I couldn't help myself as I pushed back with one hand.
"Please sis, don't make me do this!" I begged. "You know how much I hate feet! Please don't make me do this!"
"Mmm, yea," she moaned, "that's exactly what I want to hear. Way to play the role! Anyways, guess you're not quite broken yet. Not that I'm surprised, it was a pretty short walk. So with a quick click," I felt my free will once again slip away as she tapped the button on her phone, "aaand we're good! Now. Lick!"
I tried with everything that I had to fight against the bot's controls, but it was to no avail. I was no longer in control of anything anymore. I was merely forced to watch as I participated in unwillingly doing as my body was told. I wanted to cry, to scream in protest, but as my tongue slid across the acrid filth built up on the underside of her foot, I knew that my Hell was only just beginning, and even if I could scream or cry, it would do nothing to aide in my plight.
I spent the next two hours working away at removing all the filth that was on her feet, wishing for death the whole time. I wished the mob would've just whacked me and been done with it. Now, just because I needed to piss really bad, I was shrunk and enslaved to my giant sister who absolutely hated my fucking guts. How could one man be so damn unlucky!?
I was just about done when she unceremoniously picked me up off the ground and tossed me back into her flat before sliding it back on to her now mostly clean foot. As her foot pressed down on the insole of the flat, all the sweat that had accumulated on the walk over oozed up and out, submerging me in the filth and re funkifying her foot all over again in a matter of seconds. I opened my mouth to scream with instant regret as the sweat then began to make its way into my mouth and down my throat. At the same time her weight shifted and pushed down harder on my face making it completely impossible for me to close my mouth, leaving it wide open for a never-ending supply of sweat to fill up.
By the time we got back to the house I had begun to feel as though I was becoming one with all the sweat that tried to consume me. I felt more like toe jam than a man anymore, and there was nothing I could do to escape this feeling. Once back in the house, her shoes came off, and once again I found myself trapped to her sole. This time she didn't scratch me off right away. Instead, she left me right where I was as she walked around going about her day as though I wasn't even there.
Finally, after having finishes all the things she felt like doing, she laid down on her side and scratched me off her foot with her toe nail again. I felt my free will return once again. Clearly she was just going to keep testing me to see how long it takes to effectively break me. While every part of me still felt the urge to resist, I knew it was pointless and would most likely make her torture me more in an attempt to break me as quickly as possible.
She didn't even utter a command, I didn't give her the chance. Instead I simply made my way to her feet and began to lick. In the bit of time she spent walking around the house barefoot, her feet had already gotten fairly dirty. I swear she must never sweep her floors. Thankfully, due to me having already cleaning them once today, her feet weren't as bad to get through as they were the first time.
"Mmm," she moaned quietly, "good little brother..." Her voice trailed. "Come on down there, you're doing a good job, but I'm just not feeling the love. Remember little bro, I'm not your sister anymore, I'm your goddess, so you don't have to be afraid to love me and worship me the way I deserve."
Not knowing what the right response in this situation would be I simply did my best to continue to please her, so I began to really push my face deep into her foot flesh, working super vigorously to clean the filth as passionately as I could muster. I did everything I could to turn off my brain and imagine her foot was a beautiful model and began to worship my sister as obediently as possible. At this point, obedience was the only chance I had to get her to show me some mercy. I had no choice but to accept the situation for what it was because there wasn't a single aspect of this situation that I had any kind of control over. All I could do was work my hardest to please my twisted sister into the possibility of some form of redemption to get her to lighten up.
"Oh God yes!" Said as I started becoming more passionate with her foot. "This feels so fucking amazing! God, I wish you were really Dan, cuz it would be so amazing if I could actually break him into being this passionate with my nasty feet, but I know that wouldn't happen in a million years. He's sooner tell me to flush him down the toilet before being this passionate with feet, especially my feet!"
Oh fuck! I had successfully convinced her that I was not in fact myself. But who knows, maybe this will turn out to be a good thing..
"You know.." she said. "The more I think about it, I'm beginning to wonder if you're one of those weird little foot freaks. You seem like you're actually thoroughly enjoying this, despite all the heightened senses and everything. Don't worry though, I'm thoroughly enjoying this as well, so we'll still be doing this all the time. Plus with you looking like my big brother was shrunk... God, I hate to admit how much the thought of me having this much power over him turns me on."
She shifted quickly and within seconds I found her feet closing in around me until I was pinched tightly between the balls of her feet. Once her feet were crushing me, she began to grind her feet back and forth over me, moaning all the while and sending chills of uncertainty down my spine.
"Yea," she said, "I can't fuckin take this! Thank God you aren't actually Dan because if you were this would be crossing way too many lines. But since you're actually some deranged killer I can do this with a clean conscience. Even if you were designed to look like my brother. God, just to think how bad he would freak if her ever found out about you and all the things I plan on doing to you. Just thinking about it has me so fucking wet! Come here!"
Her feet opened and released me to the ground, but before I could even begin to stand her hand overtook me and quickly withdrew back towards her face.
"Bree I-"
"First of all," she cut me off, "it's Goddess to you! And secondly, dildo's don't talk!"
"No wait!!"
I tried to flail, I tried to protest, but deep down I knew I was fucked, as well as about to be. I was beyond mortified! As I entered her underwear and my face began to drag across her sopping wet pussy lips I couldn't help but shutter. Hell, mortified wasn't even a strong enough word. I had helped raise this girl at times. changed diapers as a baby, baby sat as she grew older. Never in all those years could I, or anyone for that matter, have predicted that I would find myself as nothing more than a sex toy for my fucked up 19 year old sister.
Once again I mistakenly opened my mouth to scream in horror, only to have it fill with juices that scarred me mentally far more than all the foot sweat had. I instinctively tried to fight back, but all I did was worsen the situation. The more I fought, the more she enjoyed herself, the wetter she got, and the easier I slipped in. I never in a million years would have thought I'd get to experience being fully inside a womans pussy, especially not one that I was related to, and it was the most mentally fucked up experience anyone could ever undergo, and the fact she thought it wasn't me but got off on the fact that it looked like me had me really fucked in the head.
It didn't take very long before I felt an intense crushing pressure coming from all sides as she tightened up and orgasmed, her cum covering me as it slid out of her. As it slowed to a stop I waited for her to pull me out. And waited. And waited.. It had become apparent she had no desire to remove me as she rolled back on to her side and began to take a nap, leaving me trapped until she was ready to get up.
And this is what has become of my life now. My mind hasn't broken. The Bot tech wont let it. But my brain has absolutely gotten conditioned as it was forced to adapt to a whole new kind of servitude that no one should ever have to suffer. Life became much easier once I accepted the fact that I was in fact no longer this Goddesses brother, but in fact a toy that was built specifically for her pleasure, in whatever form she wanted it.
I stripped myself of my own humanity because fact was, there was nothing human left about me. I was a pathetic foot cleaner. And every time I cleaned those feet it turned her on and I became her sex toy afterwards. The dirtier her feet were when she made me clean them, the harder she got off on my suffering. But in the end we all adapt, and I found myself content being her toy. It was my role in life. My fate. So I might as well be the best toy possible.
After I stopped viewing Bree as my sister life became much easier and more bearable.. In a weird and fucked up way. Ironically, in a fucked up way, we ending up being closer than ever as time went on. No one knew about me. Not my family, none of her boyfriends, no one. I was her best kept secret. And because she didn't view me as fully human, or any form of a threat, she confided in me for everything. But there was one conversation that royally fucked me up. It was about my disappearance.
"So, I've had you for a quite some time now," she told me. "Recently the authorities finally found the real Dan's body. But here's the funny thing. They suspect he died around the same that I got you. I mean that's just an insane coincidence, right? Don't answer that! I don't want to know. So at this point, I can't decide in my mind if you are or aren't actually my brother. So if you are, then at this point I guess I truly am sorry because I've been putting you through some seriously fucked up shit. On top of that, I'm also sorry for the fact that I have zero intentions of stopping. When I look down at you know I don't see my brother anymore, but rather the best foot cleaning sex toy I've ever had, and I plan on keeping it that way. So Dan, if that's really you, I command you to never make that truth known."
That whole conversation blew my mind and royally fucked me up. She pretty much knew it was me and couldn't live with it. So instead of helping fix the situation she pretended it was no situation. My one chance at freedom had been commanded away because she had grown to accustomed to my presence as a sex toy and didn't want to give me up. Weirdly enough after that conversation she became even more adventurous, almost as if trying to show me that she in no way saw me as a brother, at least that's what I was hoping..
As she grew older, I was like her comfort blanket that she kept with me everywhere. Usually underfoot so that no one would notice. But eventually, as one would expect, she ended up falling in love and moving in with the man. After that I was forced to spend most of my time trapped deep in an old stinky pair of knee high boots to keep me hidden from her family. However, any time she had free time to herself she would sneak in, pluck me out, and use me to pleasure herself before simply discarding me back into the boot like the worthless toy I am. Some nights when it was really late and she couldn't sleep she would pull me out after her husband was well out and use me to help her fall asleep, typically leaving me inside her for the rest of the night.
Then the fateful day came. She was getting older and had begun using me less and less. As time carried on I just sat there in my stinky home waiting, hoping maybe she would be considerate enough to set me free. Maybe she would consider once more about the fact that I might be her brother, and release me to a better life now that she has had her fill. But alas, silly me. Beginning to think I was human or something. I should have known better. I hadn't been a human for a long time, and never would be again. I was, plain and simply, a toy.
The painfully hard understanding of this settled in to its fullest on my niece's 18th birthday. I had grown so oblivious to the passing of time at this point that I had no idea what day it was or what was happening when I was initially pulled out of my boot in the middle of the day. I was quickly tossed into a box and tossed around as it was gift wrapped.
"Grace!" I heard Bree yell, "come up here quick!"
"Hey mom what is it?" I heard a young girls voice from outside the box.
"Here honey, I bought you a very special gift."
I was tumbled around in for a minute before light flooded the box and I looked up and saw my niece for the first time ever. She was very pretty, and her eyes absolutely lit up when she saw me.
"Mom is this a Shrink Bot!? Who is it? How long can I keep it? What am I aloud to do with it!? How-"
"Woah, woah, calm down," Bree said with a chuckle. "Let me explain. Yes, it's a shrink bot. He's yours to keep. You see, when I was just a little older than you, I bought this guy to get out some anger towards this guy I used to work with. That was back when they first started selling death row inmates. This guy was a horrible killer that I've had the joy of torturing for years and years. He's more than repaid his debt to society, but hes no good to society anymore. I broke him mentally many many years ago. Now all hes good for is being an obedient shrunken slave who loves being subjected to all the nasty filth your body has to offer.
"You suffer from my same feet problems, he'll be especially good for that. He's a perfect little pedicure machine and trained very well on how to eat all the filth from your feet like a good little pet. But anyways, that's just what I did with him. He's all yours now so you can feel free to do anything you please with him. He will always obey your every command, and I mean EVERY command. I can only hope one day you'll have a daughter of your own to pass him down to so we can keep him in the family to be handed off in tradition."
The whole time Bree was speaking, Grace and I were staring at each other. Grace had this sick look in her eye that I had recognized from her mother. I knew exactly the thoughts that were going on inside her mind. Her eyes lit up when Bree said about taking care of feet, but when she emphasized "every" command, there was a glint in her eye I recognized all too well. I had a pretty strong feeling that before this day had past, I would be learning far more about my niece than I'd ever wish to. And because Bree had commanded so long ago that I never reveal the truth, now that I was being passed down, Bree would no longer be linked to me and therefore would be unable to remove the command. I knew without a doubt from that moment on that I would spend the rest of eternity pleasuring all the firstborn women of my family. I was a toy. No more. No less. If only I hadn't been at the wrong place at the wrong time....
