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The New Girl 4
🕑 Added 2023-02-26 11:28:04 +0000 UTCA month as my sisters stockings was an absolute nightmare. I prayed every second of every day for all this to end. I couldn't believe after all this time my sister still hadn't had enough of torturing me. As gallon after gallon of sweat steadily poured into my fabric body, all I could do was wish for death. A wish that would fall upon deaf ears. The sweat burned through every sense I had. I couldn't take it. I felt as though I would surely go mad, another release I could never be so lucky to experience.
Even though I was aware of the difference in night and day and could still see the passing of time, my situation made it impossible for me to keep track of how much time had passed. The day she finally started to take me off, I didn't even feel excitement as she slid me off her leg and then foot. She dropped my fabric body to the floor and ground her foot on me one last time before Lorena changed me back into my pathetic shrunken self.
I looked up at Lorena after changing back and saw that she was in some kind of sports uniform. She took off one of her shoes and sock and scooped me up to drop me in. I only had a few seconds of fresh air from when I changed to being dropped into my new location. Down in the depths of her sock, the smell was somehow worse than my last day as my sisters stockings. I knew Lorena must've cast a spell to make her feet extra stinky on top of making my senses intensely stronger. I could only watch in horror as her filthy sweaty foot started to fill what little space I had, leaving me once again pinned underfoot.
"With my lucky toy inside my lucky socks, there's no way I'm going to lose today!" I heard Lorena exclaim as she slid her foot back into her shoe.
The next hour or so was business as usual. I had grown used to the constant of being trampled, although, I could never get used to the smell and taste, but in the end, I had no say whatsoever. I could tell when she finally went outside by the sudden increase in temperature, which led to a hefty increase in how much her foot was sweating.
Shortly after she went outside, her normal steps became few and far between as she began to run around, trampling me all the while, and not once ever thinking about how this must feel for me. She didn't care and neither did my sister. Next thing I knew the running became more constant, along with hard thuds that I had no idea what was causing them.
Hours had passed in this fetid situation before I finally felt the relief of pressure as she removed her foot from her shoe. I couldn't believe she was already taking them off. I had grown to expect to stay inside socks and shoes for more extended periods of time, so this had me a little surprised. She peeled off her sock, and then peeled me off her sole.
She set me down on top of what I quickly realized was a soccer ball. That explained all the hard thuds I felt. It was her kicking the ball as she ran. I watched as she sat down and propped her feet up on the ball. A few seconds later I felt myself grow a little, stopping when I reached about the same height as her feet that stood before me.
She didn't even have to say it this time. I knew immediately what her expectations of me were. I leaned in and started licking under her toes, eating all the sweat that had accumulated during her game, along with God only knows how long worth of sweat that she had accumulated prior to her game. I was surprised to see she hadn't changed my time constraint, and even more surprised when she told me I could stop after having only cleaned her toes.
She picked me up and took me inside. She went to her room, tossed me onto her bed, and started getting changed. I couldn't help but watch. As much as this girl had been putting me through Hell, I still couldn't stop myself from staring. She was insanely beautiful, and I would've loved to spend this much time with her at full size as equals, but I knew that would never happen. So I just watched pathetically as she got undressed and put on clean clothes.
"Enjoy the show?" She asked with a laugh as she picked me up off the bed. That was when I realized I had grown a hard on from watching her. I hung my head in shame, but it didn't really matter. She let me from about waist high and I watched in horror as I fell down directly into one of her shoes. I hit the insole with a thud, only audible to myself, before sliding down into the toe section.
As her toes entered the shoe I did my best to run all the way into the toe section and pressed myself up tightly against it. Her toes slammed into me, pinning me between them and the wall of the shoe. I felt her lift the toe section of her shoes just before she started to wiggle her toes, slowly forcing me down under her foot yet again.
The shoe itself had already stunk pretty bad, but with the addition of her foot the stench quickly increased. It wouldn't have been nearly as bad had she let me finish cleaning her feet, but I knew that she did that intentionally. Now once again all I could do was suffer as I waited for the eventuality of her finally taking her shoes off again. I also quickly noticed that because she wasn't wearing socks, her foot seemed to sweat even more, and the leather of the shoe kept all the smell from leaving.
Once again, day after day passed, and all sense of time for me was non existent. I could tell when she was laying down, but that didn't always mean she was sleeping. A lot of the time she was sitting on the couch with her feet up as she watched tv. The Hell that was my life was forever growing worse, as the inability to do literally anything else other than lay under her foot was driving me mad. I wanted to run, walk, move in any way, but none of those options would ever really be possible again.
When she finally removed her shoe I was once again sealed to the sole of her foot as she pulled it out. She peeled me off and tossed me back into her nasty shoe. She then put her toes back into the toe section and used it to lift the whole shoe up off the floor. I was sent sprawling to the heel section. I smacked with a hard thud into the wall of the shoe and smashed my face. I shook off the stunned feeling and pulled myself up over the wall of the shoe, dangling over, trying to get as far away from her foot, shoe, and smell as possible.
I could hear her laughing behind me as my sister stood in front of me taking pictures. When she was done, Lorena flicked her toes, sending her shoe, along with myself, flying through the air. As it flew, it rolled, ejecting me out. I hit the ground and bounced once before her shoe came crashing down directly on top of me.
They both had a good laugh before my sister pushed the shoe off me with her foot and grabbed me with her toes. As she lifted me up, I could see the opening of her shoe coming into view. She lowered her foot in with me still held snuggly in her toes. When her foot hit the insole, she released her grip with her toes, having me now trapped firmly under them. She slid her foot the rest of the way in, dragging me into the toe section as she did.
Once her shoe was fully on, I felt that old familiar feeling of time slowing down. Being in this situation itself was bad enough, but constantly dealing with these fucked up time constraints made it a thousand times worse. Once again, the heat inside, along with the smell, began to quickly increase as I yet again found myself drowning in foot sweat.
I wished in the worst way that I could actually drown, because as gross and humiliating as that would be, it'd still be a million times better than being forced to live this tormenting eternal life. I wished that there was some way for me to find enjoyment in this situation, but it wasn't possible. Hell, I couldn't even get used to it, let alone find enjoyment.
I was trampled slowly and endlessly for, what to me, came out to many many years before she finally removed her shoe, releasing me from my shoe prison and freeing me of the torturous time constraints. When she peeled off her shoe I felt myself fall and rolling into the heel section. I pulled myself up and hung limply over the edge, trying to get as much clean air as possible as Maddy showed Lorena just how sweaty her foot currently was, once again causing much laughter between the two girls.
After taking off her other shoe, Maddy and Lorena made their way back inside to escape the hot and muggy outside air. Maddy tossed me down onto the kitchen floor and then sat down, once again presenting me with her nasty feet. I pulled myself up off the floor and made my way over to her feet. As I started to lick under her pinky toe, I caught a quick glimpse of her smiling at my misfortune. I was so sick of being a toy for these girls.
Though it hadn't even been a year for these girls, being constantly subjected to these time constraints had given me several lifetimes of this Hell. The taste of sweat mixed with the dirt that had accumulated on her foot as she walked back inside was becoming an all too familiar taste. The only tastes and smells I could remember at this point was of these girls feet. It was an absolutely terrifying thought. I had spent so much time serving these girls that I was beginning to forget a life before this.
Once again they felt as though I was going to slow for their liking and again slowed down my perception of time, allowing me to clean both her feet in a matter of minutes. Well, minutes to them, days for me. As I finished her feet and stepped back, time returned to normal just in time for me to watch as my sisters foot came at me at a rapid speed, slamming into me and sending me flying through the air towards Lorena.
When I came to a stop at her feet I looked up and saw that she was playing on a switch, not paying me much attention. She looked down past her game for a second, stepped on me, and started to grind her foot on me. When she stopped I found myself stuck to the bottom of her foot again. Once I was stuck she turned her attention back to her game and walked off.
A little while later she peeled me off her foot and set me on the floor. I stood up just in time to see her feet closing in around me. Next thing I knew I was trapped in between her massive toes as she continued on her game. Then, without warning, she leaned forward and spat on me. As her warm saliva ran down over my body I wanted to cry. This was so humiliating and relentlessly unending. She rubbed me between her toes, covering me from head to toe in her spit. Then she reached down and plucked me up, holding me at eye level.
"Ok," she said, "you look clean enough.."
I screamed as she lifted me higher and dangled me over her gaping mouth.
"Lorena, Please!" I begged. "Don't eat me!"
She laughed as her fingers released me and I dropped down onto her tongue. She closed her mouth around me and began to toss me around the dark wet cavern with her massive tongue. She opened her mouth and I could see my sister standing there, taking pictures on her phone.
"Maddy!" I screamed with my hand reaching out for help. "Please save me!"
She just laughed as Lorena's mouth snapped shut around me. Next thing I knew I felt my body begin to harden and I lost my ability to move. The, using her tongue, Lorena pushed me over to the side of her mouth, depositing me onto her back teeth. I tried to fight, to move, anything, but I had no control over my body.
Her teeth closed down on me and she ground me in between them for a second before opening them, sending me to the other side of her mouth before biting me again. I could feel my body being mutilated and contorted by her teeth, all the while hoping this would finally be the thing that kills me. But of course, I could never be so lucky.
She continued to chew on me until my body was a balled up mutilated mess. Next thing I knew, her tongue was pressing me into the back of her teeth, flattening me out. As her tongue continued to press against me I felt myself being stretched out thinner and thinner. then her teeth began to open slightly as she pushed part of me through. I could feel part of myself between her lips and out in the open air.
Without warning, I felt myself being stretched out as I began to fill up with her hot breath. As she stood in front of a mirror, I finally got a chance to see myself. After seeing myself, everything finally made sense, she had turned me into a piece of bubble gum! I tried to scream, but no sound came out. Then, in an instant, my thin frame popped and fell limply onto her lips, only to be pulled back into her mouth to be chewed on and blown out as bubbles over and over again. The scariest part of all of this was learning that literally anything was possible in this hell that had been created for me...
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Jim
Amazing set
