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Dine And Dash: Ch. 2
🕑 Added 2023-12-25 11:00:08 +0000 UTCAll night I was trapped up against her foot. I tried to wiggle and squirm to annoy her and wake her so she would take me out so she could sleep, but she seemed to be a bit of a heavy sleeper and I also wasn't able to move very much. Throughout the night the only little bit I managed to shift was getting my head from under her big toe, to under the webbing over her second and third toe. Although it was night having that extra pressure of my face, now that my nose wasn't pinched most of the way shut, the smell intensified greatly.
Her feet got hot throughout the night, and my new spot under her toes proved quite quickly to be a bad call in judgement. As her foot sweat, it would build up under her toes and drip right onto my face, burning my eyes. At one point, a droplet of sweat formed under her two toes, directly above my face. But instead of dripping off like the rest, this one continued to grow and grow, until it completely covered my face .I held my breath and thrashed my head like hell, trying to escape this sweat bubble, but nothing I did seemed to make any difference.
"This is it," I thought to myself, "I'm going to die, drowning in this psychotic bitch's foot sweat. I can only imagine how funny she'll find it in the morning when she realized I drowned."
Then, no longer able to hold my breath, I finally succumbed and took in a lungful of sweat. I could feel the most intense burning I ever felt in my life as it entered my mouth and nasal passage and forced its way down my throat into my lungs and stomach. Once my lungs had completely filled, the pain of no oxygen as well as the extra burn from the saltiness of the sweat was indescribable. However, after having pulled in a full "breath," I instinctively blew it all back out. I was beyond confused as once again I pulled in a lungful of this vile sweat.
After a few more "breaths" like this, it began to dawn on me that nothing, not even death, would free me from this hell. Having no concept of time, I couldn't tell you how long I was forced to suffer in that sweat bubble before she finally shifted position and unintentionally freed me from that Hell. Unfortunately, mere seconds later another one began to form around my face, placing me right back in the same Hell. This pattern continued on for the rest of the night, giving me very few breaths that weren't filled with vile sweat. Then I heard it. A buzzing noise muffled by the sweat that encompassed my head. Her toes began to wiggle, once again unintentionally freeing me from her sweat as she woke up.
"Mmmmm." She moaned to herself. "What a good nights sleep! How bout you bug boy? How did you sleep? Oh yea, you can't!" She began laughing. "It's a side effect of the shrinking powder. I bet you had a long wonderful night enjoying that amazing aroma I can smell wafting up from my feet! Well anyways time to get my shoes on and get started with my workout! You're in for a treat down there. My workouts are pretty intense, and usually two hours minimum! I hope you're up for the challenge! Nah, who am I kidding, I hope you're wishing you were dead right about now!"
She was absolutely right. I was wishing for death. Anything to free me from this maniac. She got up and began walking around as though I wasn't even there. Next thing I knew, I felt myself sliding into her shoe. Once as her foot settled into place, the smell began to build up quickly, having no way to escape her tightly tied shoe. I also noticed that her insole was damp, which could only mean that she was wearing the same stinky nasty shoes from last night.
"Ok," she said, "enjoy these next few minutes while I sit down and stretch, cuz if you think life sucks now, you haven't seen anything yet!"
She was right. The next few minutes were fairly peaceful as she did her stretches, aside from the horrible stench anyways. But then she stood up, and life became a thousand times worse after that. I had no clue what kind of workouts she was doing, being trapped under her foot, but there were points were the weight was so intense I don't know how I didn't pop! I swear, whatever this girl was doing, she was trying to see if she could kill me. She had to be!
She said two hour minimum, and being unable to tell time, as well as being in such an excruciating position, however long it really was, felt as though it was all day. But then there was relief. she must have sat down again, because I was shifted with her foot into an upright position.
"Time for a cooldown stretch," she told me. "I promise, once I'm done with this I'll take you out. Not because I want to, but because these socks feel so damn nasty that I just need a break. I can only imagine what it must feel like to be in your position, all stuck with your face under my toes, drinking my sweat just so you don't drown in it. Not that you could. Another side effect of the power that I'm sure you had to have figured out at some point by now."
As if she hadn't put me through enough Hell already, now she was taunting and berating me making me feel even more like shit. I get what I did was fucked up, but this was too much! She was taking this way to far! At this point I would've drained my entire bank account just to be set free. When I felt her shoe finally being pulled off my heart bumped with unparalleled excitement. The second her toes broke free from the confines of her shoe, I could feel the breeze blowing the thick stench away. Then came the sock. I was so grateful when she finally pulled it off, yet so humiliated when I found myself stuck fast to the ball of her foot, flat as could be.
"So how'd you like our little workout?" She asked with a giggle as she peeled me off her foot. "Was it as good for you as it was for me? Now listen. If you don't want to end up back in my sock and shoe you better just face your punishment and do as your told. If you do everything I say, I'll grow you back before work and let you go. If you don't I'll keep you stuck to my foot for the next month, and trust me when I say, I'm not playing around here. So are you ready to face your punishment like a man?"
Battered, beaten, and broken, I had no desire to speak. I simply nodded yes to confirm that I would do whatever she asked if that meant I could grow back once we were finished with whatever sick ideas she had in mind.
"Good!" She exclaimed. "So then now I want you to open your mouth and stick out your tongue. I'm all covered in sweat and I need a good cleaning!"
For a moment I just looked at her. Despite everything I had just suffered, I still couldn't believe she was serious.
"Ok," she said, "back in the sock I guess.."
"No, wait, please!" I screamed. "I'm sorry, I don't know why I hesitated. I'm ready now. See? Here, look!
I opened my mouth and stuck out my tongue and then watched as a smile formed on her face. She lifted the arm that wasn't holding me and pressed me into her now exposed armpit. I closed my eyes and cringed hard as the awful taste of her fresh sweat and body odor filled my mouth. Every part of me screamed to shut my mouth as her sweat was forced all the way down into my stomach as she drug me across her hot, sweat soaked armpit, but I was to scared of what might happen if I risked stopping for even just a second.
She took her time, moaning softly in satisfaction, as she used my mouth as her own personal sweat rag. It was easy to tell that she was enjoying every second of my torment. I was so happy when she finished cleaning her armpit with my mouth that for a brief moment, I forgot that there was still a second armpit left for me to clean. I was already stuffed with so much of her acrid body odor ridden sweat that I had no clue where it was all going, or where this next wave was supposed to go. But deep down I felt like this taste I was experiencing throughout my entire body would last with me for years to come, especially after going through it all over a second time.
The second armpit was no bettor or worse than the first, but already having so much sweat in me and continuing to add more to it was excruciatingly painful. My jaw was so sore from being forced open as she drug my mouth harshly against her flesh. When she pulled me away, I thought I was done, but I had no idea.. Next thing I knew I got a very close view of a part of her body that under normal circumstances I would've loved to have been this close to. Unfortunately, being forced to consume gallons of boob sweat is a good way to make you not want to be near boobs. She rubbed me vigorously at the undermost portions of her breast where her body was the hottest and sweatiest.
Finally done with yet another degrading, dehumanizing task she pulled me out and adjusted me in her hand so that she was holding me up by my hand and letting the rest of my body dangle. She held me down in front of her disgusting smelling feet again. I was too beaten and exhausted to even look up, but I could tell by the smell that I was dangerously close to her foot.
"Ok," she said. "Last part before I grow you back. Now if you just would've listened and done this yesterday, all this mess could've been avoided. So think long and hard about what you do next. I would strongly suggest you get to licking my foot, because you already know the punishment for disobeying me."
Her hand started to fly up before her fingers opened and released me. She laughed as I flew up another inch or so, the turned around and began to plummet back down towards the floor. I hit with a painful thud, and for a moment, I just laid there, trying my hardest to recover from everything I had just been forced to endure.
"Um.. What are you waiting for bug?" She asked. "Are you really going to do this again?"
I stood up and did my best to shake off the pain and made my way over to her foot. A tear rolled down my cheek as I opened my mouth and pressed my tongue firmly against her foot. The taste was worst than ever, and all the time that I had spent being used as a rag gave the sweat on her foot plenty of time to thicken into a more solidified state. I quickly realized that by trying to lick away at this thick ass layer of sweat was never going to work. I did the only thing I could think, I put my whole mouth around it and bit into it, taking a mouthful, chewing it what best I could chew this slimy filthy, and then forcing it down my throat so that I could do it all over again. The worst part was that the layer of sweat was so thick that my first bite didn't even make it all the way to her flesh. I knew right then and there that this was about to take forever.
"There ya go my little bug boy!" She said excitedly as I took my first bite. "Now that's showing some serious initiative! Keep it up and you'll be back to normal in no time!"
It took HOURS to get through both of her feet. She didn't seem to mind though as she just sat and played on her phone absentmindedly. After I had chewed through the thick layer of sweat, I still had to go through the thin layer left behind that was to close to her skin to bite and had to be licked off. I cleaned every in of her feet. I thought the worst was when I got to the toe jam, gagging with every bit, but still forcing it down all the same, but then after I thought I had finished with both feet, she informed me that there was one spot on her foot I had forgotten to get. I didn't clean under her toenails.
she placed her feet flat on the floor so I could reach to get under them. I got down on my hands and knees, crawled up to her toe, and shoved my face under her toenail, blindly taking my first bite. Instant regret! If I could take all the sweat I had just eaten prior to this nail and condensed it down into a single bite, it still wouldn't have been quite as bad as what I had experienced with that first bite, and in fact, every bite there after.
By the time I had finished with her toenails I didn't even want to grow back, I just wanted to die. After everything I had just experienced I barely even felt human anymore. How was I supposed to grow and live a normal life after all this. This fuckin bitch broke me! I couldn't believe all the nasty things she had put me through. "When I get big..." I though. She stood up and I felt a rush of excitement flow through me. This was all finally about to come to an end. Thank God! She circled around me and raised her foot high up above me, getting ready to stomp on me.
"Wait wait wait!" I Screamed up at her. "I did exactly as you said! You said you would turn me back to normal!"
"Oh silly," she said with a smile, followed by a crushing blow by her foot grinding me into the floor with everything she had. She then sat down and lifted her foot, checking out her handywork as I once again found myself stuck to the ball of her foot. "I'm giving you exactly what I promised. You have your normal back, because I just taught you what "Normal" is for you now. Because of that one free meal, you now get to live a life of servitude to me as nothing more than a mere sweat rag and insole."
She began to pull her sock down over me.
"I know you don't like my feet now," She said. "But don't worry, in time you'll fall head over heels in love with them. You're just going to need to accept that this is simply the rest of your life now, and my feet are your whole world. The only time I'll change my socks is when people start complaining about the smell, and then it'll be more of the same. And who knows, maybe just to switch it up every once in a while, I'll shove you down my ass crack and go for a nice long bike ride. No more swamp ass!!"
She laughed hysterically as she slid her shoe back on, insole squelching with sweat as her foot settled into place. I could only hope she was laughing because she was kidding about that last statement, but something inside told me she wasn't. Probably the fact that she hadn't lied yet..
"Welp," she said, "I guess that settles that, now doesn't it? Well its time for me to go to work so don't expect me to be talking to you anymore. Like, ever. You've gotten a good enough demonstration of your duties, so I expect you to know exactly what I want, went I want it, or you be faced with sever repercussions. Welcome to your new life bug. Thanks for not paying your bill!"
She laughed as she finished what she was doing before she headed out the door for work, sealing my fate. Forever a sweat rag and insole, now and forever. All I could do was accept it, but as I was once again encompassed by the smell, I couldn't see myself ever learning to get used to this....
