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Foot Phobia Therepy
🕑 Added 2022-12-31 17:55:41 +0000 UTCI have a major foot phobia. I've had it for as long as I can remember. I try to not let it bother me so much, but in the end it still really gets to me. I finally decided it was time to go seek help. I looked up a shrink that specializes in phobias and gave her a call. When I explained my situation over the phone, she told me that she could easily help cure me of my issues. I excitedly set up an appointment for the next day. When I got to meet her, I was taken away by how beautiful she was. Boy did I get lucky, or so I thought. She asked me a whole bunch of questions about my thoughts on feet. Once satisfied with all my answers, she went to her desk and started to dig through the drawer. She found a pill bottle, took one out, and handed it to me along with a bottle of water to wash it down. "Start by taking this," she told me. I took the pill and she smiled, almost looking excited. I couldn't understand what could be so exciting, but then I started to feel funny. I tried to stand up but fell to the floor on my hands and knees. The whole world was spinning like I just polished off a shit ton of alcohol and I wanted to puke. Finally, the sensations slowed down and stopped. I shook the dizziness from my head and stood up. I couldn't believe the sight before me. It had become obvious that the pill had shrunk me, as my therapist stood before me, taller than a skyscraper, looking down at me eagerly. She scooped me up off the floor and made her way to her desk where she grabbed her purse and carelessly tossed me inside. She zipped it shut and off we went. When she got into her car she tossed her purse onto the passenger seat, causing its contents to bounce and bury me, leaving me unable to move for the entire drive back to her house. When we got back she wasted no time digging me out of her purse, excited to play with me. "Why are you doing this!?" I screamed at her. "Oh don't worry," she replied, "it's all part of the therapy." She put me on the foot of her bed and climbed in, stretching her feet out in front of me. The smell was horrifying and I pushed away in disgust, causing her to giggle. "I know, I know," she said. "Those flats always make my feet smell so terrible. But for this situation that's perfect! It'll give you a chance to get more up close and personal with feet then you ever thought imaginable. The only way to conquer your fear is to face it head on! So why don't you start this session by licking all the sweat off my feet." "No way," I yelled back, "it's never gonna happen so please just grow me back. I'm fine with my phobia, I'll learn to live with it! You've shown me enough, thank you. Now please grow me back." She picked me up. "I don't think you understand she said as she pressed me up against her foot and held me tight. She slid on a toe ring and made sure it went over my neck to hold me in place. She let go and I dropped, being held by my neck as I tried my hardest to hold myself up so I could continue to breath. "I'm here to make sure you're cured of your phobia completely, and I truly believe that by spending enough time with my feet, you'll be able to overcome these fears." She wiggled her foot, causing me to swing painfully side to side. "Plus, my feet are naturally stinky and sweaty which will help you adapt to even the worst of the worst of feet. Hold on, I have an idea." She took off the toe ring and set me free. She carried me over to her hamper where she started fishing through it until she came across a pair of nylons. "I wore these yesterday, and they smelled so bad that when I took them off I buried them in here to help cover the smell so my whole room wouldn't stink. She opened one and held me over it. "Please don't do this," I begged, "I'll do anything you want not involving feet, just please don't do this. I'll pay you anything you want!!" "This isn't about the money sweety. I'm here to help cure you of your phobia. It's my specialty and what you already paid me to do, so where going to continue on and finish your treatment." She let go and I fell down the smelliest tunnel I'd ever been in. When I landed in the toe section it was all hard and crusty from all the dried sweat. the smell was heavy and I was struggling to breath. I felt everything start to shake, and when I looked up, saw her feet rapidly coming my way. "Now don't worry," she said as she lifted her foot and pulled tightly on her nylons to hold me in place at the ball of her foot, "The pills will keep you from getting crushed. Now make yourself comfortable in there, you're going to be there a while. You're a pretty bad case so I gotta go the extra mile to break you, I mean, cure you, of your phobia. I think a week should do the trick. Especially if I keep my smelly flats on the whole time. I wanted to beg her not to, but her foot slammed down as she stood up, and there was no longer any way for me to get her attention. She put her foot into the flat, and the smell instantly got 10 times worse because of how bad the flats reeked. I cried and wished this nightmare would end, but it had only just begun. I spent a whole week under her foot as she went about her day normally as though I wasn't there. Finally the week ended and she took off her flat. The rush of fresh air was amazing. I mean, the air still stank to high hell being still trapped in her nylon, but a lot of the thickness blew away as her foot slid out. "Oh my god!" She said, "my feet absolutely reek! I've never smelled them this bad before." She took off her nylons, peeled me off her foot, and once again set me down and put her feet in front of me. "Now lets try this again," she said, "lick! You should be used to the smell by now, and if not, we can always go another week.." I hesitantly leaned in and started to lick her foot. I had thought the smell was bad, but to be honest, the taste of the thick film of sweat that had been rapidly drying on her feet was 1000 times worse than anything I had ever experienced. I licked a few more times and had to stop. It was so foul! There was simply no way I could continue. "Please," I begged, "Just let me be done and grow me back!" "Wow! You really don't learn do you?" She asked as she picked me up. "I guess maybe another week is in order.. You know what. I already gave you a week and clearly that wasn't enough, so I think this time we're going to go for two! How does that sound?" She started to laugh as she once again started to dig through her hamper to find the foulest pair of socks that she could. This time when I was dropped in the fabric was too thick to see through and was much harder and crustier than the nylons. I knew I was in for trouble. I should've just licked her feet, but how could I? How could anyone for that matter? Once again I watched helplessly as her foot descended down upon me, once again sealing me into this horrible stinky fate as she slid her foot straight into her shoe, beginning my two weeks of hell...
To be continued!
