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Karma
🕑 Added 2023-01-20 16:47:42 +0000 UTCI was walking down the street when I was struck by the shrinking virus. A man who witnessed it was quick to scoop me up and shove me into his pocket. A short while later he pulled me out and dropped me onto a counter top. I was in a tiny shop, being sold for a quick buck. The man left and I was deposited into a jar and placed on a shelf along with hundreds, maybe even thousands of tiny's for sale. I was left up there for three days, watching customers come and go, not many even noticing me amongst the many other choices. But then she came in. Her name was Jasmine. We had gone to school together and I knew her very well. She was one of the unpopular girls who everyone, myself included, made fun of. We would tease her about her looks, the way she dressed, and most often we would give her a hard time about her hygiene. I watched as she walked casually around the store with a friend I'd never seen before. They were just looking around and joking about the different tinys that they saw. They didn't really seem interested in buying, just checking out the misfortune of us poor shrunken souls. As they got closer to me I tried to put my head down and hide my face without looking too obvious. They finally reached my jar and immediately took notice to me not wanting to be seen. Jasmine started to tap her finger on the jar. "Why are you hiding your face?" She asked. "I'm not here to buy anyone, I just wanted to see all the little tinys here, see if maybe I knew any of them." I turned all the way around facing my back to her. She picked up the jar shook it gently, causing me to fall over and bounce around the sides of it. As I started to pick myself back up, she saw me and immediately recognized me. "Oh my God!" She said. "Ashley! Come look at this one! It's that horrible guy from high school I was telling you about!" Ashley came over to look at me. "Wait," she said, "do you mean that John guy who used to always tease you and give you a hard time?" "Yea! I guess it serves him right! Karma's a bitch," she said with a laugh. "Man, you are so lucky I can't afford to buy you!" She said to me. Ashley then grabbed the jar from her hand, walked up to the register, and placed me on the counter. I didn't like where this was going. Jasmine came up to her. "Ashley, what are you doing?" "This is the perfect opportunity for you to get revenge on this horrible piece of shit, and I'm not going to let you miss out on it because you can't afford him. So I'm going to buy him for you. Consider it an early birthday gift for my bestie!" My blood ran cold. I couldn't believe what was about to happen. I had already been nervous about who might buy me, but now I was downright terrified to know I was going to belong to Jasmine. I was unreasonably mean to her and could only imagine the things she might put me through to get back for years of torment. "Thank you so much Ash," she said, "you're the best! This is going to be so amazing! I never thought I'd be able to afford my own tiny, and to have him as the one I get to have.. This is so awesome!" I was paid for, placed in a bag, and sent on my way with my new owner. When we got back to her house she took me out of the bag. I could tell immediately that she didn't have much money. I started to feel bad for the way I treated her as I realized her shabby clothes and lack of good hygiene were due to an unfortunate living situation at home. She unscrewed the lid and dumped me onto the floor. She kicked off her flip flops, than sat on the floor in front of me, outstretching her legs to place her dirty feet directly in front of me. It was a hot summer day and I could smell her dirty sweaty feet and was close enough to feel the heat that radiated off of them. For a minute we just sat there in silence looking at each other. I think both of us were still kind of shocked that this was happening. Without ever saying a word she picked me back up and took me to her room. She reached into a drawer and pulled out a few rings. "You always commented about how ugly I was," she said, "maybe you'll think I'm cuter if I put on some jewelry.. What do you think?" She started to put the rings on her toes. When she got to the last one, she started to twiddle it in between her fingers. "You know, I heard tinys make for excellent accessories. What do you say we try it out?" She picked me up and held me tightly against her foot. She pulled the toe ring down over my head, position it so I was held snuggly in place, and released me. The pain was intense. It felt as though my head was going to pop right off my body. I was also surprised to find that even though I couldn't breathe, it didn't seem to really matter. She stretched out and laid back in her bed and turned on the tv. I was surprised to see that she had one of those older bulky tv's and not a flat screen like most people nowadays. She didn't utter a single word to me, she just chilled there watching her shows for a few hours, leaving me to suffer in silence. Finally, she got bored of her shows and returned her attention back to me. She took off the toe ring and let me drop onto the bed. She rolled onto her side and slid her feet up to me. "Remember how you always gave me shit about my hygiene and that I need to learn how to clean myself and all the other nasty comments you had to say?" She asked. "Well for your information, my family doesn't have a lot of money like yours does. We have to worry about things here like the water bill. We can't afford to have everyone in the house bathe every day. We take turns. But now that I have you, you can help me stay clean. I'm sure you can tell by how my feet smell that I haven't been able to shower for a few days now. So now it can be your job to help keep my feet from smelling so bad! Why to don't you go ahead and start licking them clean like a good little slave." She giggled. I could tell she was really liking the thought of all this. I wasn't even up close to her feet and the smell was overwhelming. There was no way I would be able to lick them at all without throwing up immediately. I moved in close, but the smell got to be to much. Even though I had just spent hours surrounded by this smell, there was simply no getting used to it. It was unbearable. I took one lick and pushed away in utter disgust. I had never tasted anything more nasty in my life. She got irritated and kicked me on to the floor. She got up of the bed as I got to my feet, just to kick me back over onto my back. She placed her big toe on me and slowly started to add pressure. "Since you're not going to be an obedient slave, I guess I have no real use for you," she said. "At least I'll get to enjoy feeling you pop like a grape under my toe! And just to be clear, I would normally never crush a tiny for fun, but you fuckin earned it!" She started to grind her to into me more and more, waiting for me to pop. But miraculously I seemed fine. "You must be one of those super durable tinys," she said. "Lets find out!" She raised her foot high above me and stomped down as hard as she could. She lifted her foot to see me still whole and slammed her foot down several more times trying to crush me with everything she had. Once she knew for sure she couldn't kill me she sat back down on her bed, foot still resting on top of me. She kept me trapped there for a minute as she contemplated her next move. She removed her foot and grabbed my leg in between her big toes and lifted me high off the ground. It was such a frightening experience. I tried to reach up and somehow free myself, but it was a futile attempt. She separated her feet and let me drop all the way back to the floor. She slammed her foot back down on me, the ball of her foot crushing my face and my lower half pinned under her toes. She started to wiggle and squeeze her toes and managed to slide me in between her toes and picked me up. "You made my life a living Hell for years," she said, "now how about you stop being the asshole you always were and lick my goddam feet! You owe me this much! And frankly, since I can't kill you, you're either going to do as I say, or I'm going to take a walk up to that construction site up the street and drop you in one of those portable toilets." My blood ran cold. This girl absolutely hated me, with good reason, and I knew she was being one hundred percent serious. I immediately began to lick her big toe in submission. After a minute of licking the horrid filth off her feet she pulled me out of from between her toes. Without a word she dropped me back into my jar and left. She came back a little while later, hopped into bed and started to unscrew the lid on my jar. She got comfortable and dumped me out at her feet which were now extremely filthy and black all over. Now, not only did they stink, but they were covered in dirt, grime, and who honestly even knows what. "You know what to do," she told me. I made my way over, crouched down and began to lick the filth from her sole. The taste was horrid and burned my tongue, but was still better than being tossed in a toilet. It took me over an hour to get halfway done with one foot, but she didn't seem to mind how long it took me. In fact, I think it may have been her goal to make them this dirty so it would keep me here all night trying to clean them. A seemingly almost impossible task. This became my life for the next several months. She never washed her feet, walked around barefoot constantly, and intentionally stepped on the dirtiest things possible. I never wavered in my obedience, forever scared of the consequences. After a while though, I noticed she seemed to be getting bored of having me constantly licking her feet. One day when she pulled me out of my jar, I noticed she was holding a tube of super glue. She applied a generous amount to my back and then pressed me hard into the ball of her foot. After she finished, she held her foot to her face to check her work and then started talking to me. "So, you've been doing a fantastic job at cleaning my feet. I can tell you definitely accepted your new role in life. But honestly, it's getting kind of boring. And while my nice, caring, and considerate side all want me to just set you free, I just can't get past all the horrible things you've said and put me through. So I figured if I glued you to my foot and left you there, you would be in a constant state of suffering. Between getting trampled all day and never getting away from the smell, I just know I'm going to absolutely love having you there. And when the glue wears off, well I have plenty of that, so we'll just stick you right back on there. She put her foot on the floor and started grinding me into it. "I think I feel like taking a nice long barefoot walk," she said. Next thing I knew we were outside, the hot concrete burning my skin as she walked. I could feel the sweat oozing out her feet, and all the dirt and dust that she walked over quickly caked to her feet. She finished her walk and went home to watch some tv. As she lay there with her feet up I could see myself in a nearby mirror. Well, I couldn't really see myself, but more so the dirty mass of filth that covered most of my body. Every day as she continued to walk on me, I felt as though I was getting mashed deeper and deeper into the ball of her foot, until one day when she woke up and tossed the covers off her feet, I noticed my vision was extremely blurry. I had been pushed so far into her foot that a new layer of skin formed over me. She never really paid much attention to me, so it took her several days to notice what happened. All the while I could still taste all the sweat that rolled over me as well as all the filth she walked on. Somehow when the new skin formed over me, I must have been trying to breath, but my mouth got stuck open, and now I can't close it. I'm trapped in the worst possible manner. "Oh my God! Look at you!" She said when she finally noticed what had happened. "Oh, and it looks like your mouth is stuck open. Wow Karma really is a bitch ain't it? Well I guess now I don't have to worry about spending money on superglue! I'm so glad you're stuck in my foot! Now I can just go about my life as normal because you're nothing more than part of my foot. The only thing I'll do differently is not wash my foot so that open mouth of yours can enjoy all that filth you always gave me such a hard time about! Now don't ever expect me to acknowledge you again because really, who talks to their foot? That would just be weird.. Anyways, I hope you enjoy your new life as a lowly part of my filthy foot. The cosmos really gave you the life you deserve, and I'm so glad I could be the one who earned the right to give it to you! With that she placed her foot back on the floor and never talked to me again.
