The Cure - Last chapter

I didn’t know that my mother had in mind to keep me shrunk for as long as my fetish would still be active. Her goal was literally to eradicate it from my mind and body like if it was something completely harmful. After a few weeks of being stuck inside my sister’s shoes and socks, I started to feel a bit sick of it. My love for Amanda’s feet started to fade away, not because I disliked the smell or anything like that, but because I started to actually miss my real life. I wanted to play computer games again, sleep in a bed again, play sports with friends, ride my bicycle, eat a good meal and all those things we consider to be the every day life.

My everyday life was now only about smelling my sister’s feet, and occasionally my mom’s and Mrs Johnson’s. I was constantly stepped on, forgotten inside a sneaker of school shoe or used as a tiny insole cleaner or toe licker. My sister enjoyed ordering me around to do those things while she would either study or do anything else in her regular normal sized life. Over time, I became more like an object to them, a pebble in their shoe, or a little footslave to bully around or force to do things related to their feet. I couldn’t tell, but I think that was supposed to happen. What seemed to be an incredibly fun experiment for me started to become a nightmarish experience in which I would constantly be at my sister’s feet no matter what she was doing. Amanda really took her role seriously too, often making me spend several hours inside her shoes without giving me any fresh air.

In that sense, the cure was kinda of starting to work.

Deprived from any communication with my mother or my sister except the occasional talk where I would face their magnifying glass and either stick my thumb up or down to say yes or no, I started to feel very abandoned. There were some days my sister would simply stuff my in her shoe without a single care in the world, and only take me out of it to place me into another shoe for hours. My social contacts started to be very few, and the more time went by, the less they would care about me. I was surprised one day, my mom ordered me to lick the insole of her ballet flats while she was away. I was happy my mother would talk to me, but yet again, I was grossed out by what I was licking. I couldn’t even appreciate it anymore. Also my sister’s feet started to feel like they weren’t that extraordinary anymore. They smelled good and I still loved them a lot, but something of the magic about them was gone.

“Smell my foot, Sam.” “Don’t forget to kiss my toes!” “I want you to focus on my feet today!” “Sam, if you don’t smell my feet right, you’ll be in trouble!” were things my sister would often say to me, from her gigantic height down to me like if she was talking to her shoe. I think the worse was when she was playing sports. Her feet would sweat a lot and I would struggle to stay sane inside her sock and sneakers. And my appetite for her foot sweat started to decline a lot. At some point, I started to forget what real life was and my time under my sister’s feet was stretching, and started to make me feel sick.

“My little boy, I love you!” “Don’t forget this is for your own good!” “Sam, please smell your sister’s feet today at school, don’t forget it’s important!” were things my mom would say to me. I grew tired of those things. They implied that I had a say or a choice in the matter which I didn’t have.

One day I had enough and decided to take action. My mom was talking to me with her magnifying glass while I was on her desk at work. She had just taken me out of her high heel shoe and I was finally breathing fresh air while she was asking me all sorts of questions that could be answered by a thumbs up or down. I walked on the desk and I managed to reach a pencil. I covered my hands with graphite and walked to a piece of paper lying around on her desk. “What are you doing honey?” asked my mother playfully, still looking at me with her magnifying glass. I started to write as big as I could on the paper, using my hands. I wrote “I am cured” on the piece of paper. Suddenly, my mom’s eyes went wide opened and she smiled at me. “Oh, Samuel, I am so happy! You are cured?” I stuck my thumb up. “Are you going to love women’s feet again?” I stuck my thumb down. My mother was so happy she immediately called her boss and asked for the afternoon off. When she hung up, she picked me up with her fingers and dropped me back in her high heel shoe under her nyloned foot. “Don’t worry Sam, we’ll grow you back to normal size now that you are cured!”

My mom drove back home with me inside her shoe smelling the foul aroma of her foot all the way. I was fed up of all of this and I was excited to finally have my chance to grow back to normal size. When we arrived home, My mother walked on me and finally, she removed her shoes in her bedroom. She titled the shoe I was in on it’s side and I was dropped on the floor at her feet. She had the small remote control in her hand and I was ready to be grown up to my normal size again.

“Uh oh…” said my mother. She showed me the remote blinking red. “It’s not working!” she said. She pointed it at me and pressed buttons, nothing worked. “I think we have a problem, I will call the company.” She said to me. “It’s unlikely this thing is going to work today so I’ll have to put you somewhere safe again.” She picked me up and brought me to Amanda’s room where she dumped my tiny minuscule body into one of Amanda’s adidas sneaker. “Until I figure out what’s wrong, it’ll be like usual Sam. For now at least. Smell your sister’s shoe while she’s at school, I’ll tell her where you are and as soon as I can make this thing work again, we’ll grow you back to normal size okay? We’ll finally be a normal family again!”

I was happy that my mom took this very seriously. I hid in my sister’s shoe once again, at least this time her foot wasn’t over me taking all the inshoe’s space.

Days went by. My sister continued to wear me inside her shoes all day long. “Don’t worry Sam, it’ll be over soon!” “Keep smelling my feet Sam, Mom is working on a solution.” “Sam, kiss my toes while you’re in there okay?” would say my sister before putting her foot on me and trapping me inside her shoes again. More days. More weeks. I started to think that I wouldn’t be able to live a real life again at this rate, I was slowly losing hope.

But one day it worked. My mom grew me back to normal size and I had a real hug from her. I was shaking with happiness. “My son! You are cured!” she said to me while crying.

“I missed you mom.” I said.

“I missed you too Sam. You are a warrior, you did great, the cure worked!” she said. She then hold me shoulders and smiled at me, crying. “Do you want to smell your sister’s feet now?”

“No, please… no! No more!” I said back. She hugged me again.

That is how I went from belonging to my sister’s feet to a being a normal person. The cure effectively worked. Never in my life again I could think about feet without being grossed out. My desires and fetish were gone. However, during all the rest of my uneventful life, I always had the gut feeling that something was actually missing.

The end