The Cure - Chapter 4

After a few days I got used to what seemed to be my sister’s routine. First she would stuff me in a shoe and tell me to smell her shoe while she would shower in the morning. It could be any shoe. She liked me to smell inside all of her shoes so every day was a different one. I thought the sneakers would be the most smelly ones but it happened to be her black ballerina shoes. They really smelled strong since she would wear them always barefoot or with nylons pantyhose. Then she would come back and stuff me in whatever footwear she had planned to wear for the day, either her socks or nylons and then she would simply put her shoes on. The pair that would complete her outfit. Either sneakers, school loafers, ballerinas, ankle boots or knee high boots. Mom forbid her to wear sandals. She said it would be too dangerous for me.

At all costs, whenever my sister would have any verbal contact with me, it would always end with “Smell my foot Sam.” Or “Smell my shoe Sam.” And I did. Wow, my sister’s feet really were a heaven to be shrunken with.

School day was a bit boring. Amanda would shoeplay during classes to give me fresh air, even mom told her not to do it. I think it was more of a nervous habit, she wasn’t doing it consciously. Days with Phys. Ed. class were the hardest for me since she would stuff me in her cotton sock in the morning and not remove them until late at night, only switching sneakers for Phys. Ed. And during that class I would be crushed over and over again from either running or playing whatever sport. All I knew, down into the smelly confines of her sneaker, and stuck inside her sock, is that my sister’s feet really could sweat a lot. I sometimes got stuck to her toes, or whatever part of her foot I was under. The sweat was sticky and wet. Her foot smelled stronger, and for reasons only mystery knows…the cure didn’t seem to work.

At night my mom would check on me. “Are you okay in there Samuel?” she would ask. Of course she wouldn’t hear me, cause she was either talking to my sister’s socked foot or to a shoe.

One particular night at the end of my first shrunken week, my mom insisted on seeing me. She used a magnifying glass after carefully placing me on her desk top look at me. She was really scary. “Are you making any progress Samuel?” I shook my head no. “Maybe it takes longer.” She said. “How are you?” I tried to talk back but I was too small and she couldn’t hear me, so she asked me to either show a thumbs up or a thumbs down to say yes or no. She asked me again if I was doing well, I stuck my thumb up. We talked like this for a moment, always asking me questions that could be answered by either yes or no. “Well, we must continue the treatment, Samuel. Tomorrow morning Amanda will hand you over to Mrs. Johnson, your teacher. She will take care of you for the day, and Amanda will take you back at the end of the school day, is it okay?” I stuck my thumb up.

My mother then picked me up with her thumb and fore finger and carefully dropped me into her own leather house shoe loafer. The smell was very powerful and mean. “For tonight, I,ll keep you with me, Samuel. Smell my foot.” She said, almost just like my sister would say it to me.

My mom’s foot came into view. She was sitting on her office chair and simply slipped her barefoot over on top of me. I was panicked. My mom? Why would she do that to me. I was supposed to be cured of .my addiction to Amanda’s feet, or my teacher’s or… and then I realized that, while my mom was compressing me inside her shoe under her rough bare foot, that I had a foot fetish for only my sister’s feet. Nobody else’s. Especially not my mother’s feet.

Her toes trapped me under their smelly crevices.

Even if the smell was potent, it was bearable and not disgusting. However, for the first time in my life, being underfoot felt wrong. Because it was my mother. Something ticked in my head and I didn’t like it. I hit my mother’s toes with my fists and feet, kicking and trashing around inside her shoe at her complete mercy. She scrunched her toes on me, wiggled them and stood up. She walked on me, pressing me down with her massive giantess weight. He toes would flatten my little body. I wedged myself in the crevice of her big and second toe to avoid being crushed. I heard my sister from outside the shoe, in her muffled voice she asked where I was.

“He’s in my shoe.” My mother said from above me.

“Cool, hmm, but can I have him back?” Amanda asked.

“Later Honey. Your brother isn’t making any progress, so tonight I make him smell my foot, and tomorrow it’s going to be Mrs. Johnson’s turn to keep him in her shoe, like we talked about earlier.

“Okay…” said my sister. She kind of walked away. At least she tried to save me.

But no. My mother obviously wanted me to learn a lesson. For a moment there I considered if telling her the truth about not making any progress was a good thing. I should have maybe lied to her. Now I was stuck inside her smelly house leather loafer under her huge bare foot and I completely disliked it.

She kept me in there for the whole evening. She gave me back to Amanda only late almost at bedtime. Amanda kept me in her bed sock under he soft silky foot sole for the night and I delighted myself at smelling my sister’s foot again. I kissed it many times. My mouth being way to small for my sister to notice, also, she was sleeping so who cared. I was in my little dream world, engrossed and entranced by my sister’s foot smell again, which I loved and belonged to.

I had the same strange feeling the next day when my sister gave me to my teacher Mrs Johnson. She was really kind with me, talked to me and tried to reassure me that she would keep me safe inside her hush puppy shoe while teaching. She then put me inside of it and stood up, hovering her black socked foot over me. “Go to the bottom, Samuel.” She said. The students that were nearby just laughed. Then Mrs. Johnson stuffed her large foot over me and slipped it all through until her feel could slip inside. I was stuck under her socked toes while she would teach and stand on me.

At first I felt trapped. My teacher’s foot smelled strong but not bad. I had the same feeling of something wrong haunting me without being able to really pinpoint what it was. It wasn’t like my mother, but it wasn’t Amanda. And I really loved Amanda’s feet. This confirmed what I was thinking the previous night. Amanda’s feet were the only one I truly loved. They were, soft, perfect, their smell was intense and lovely. I wanted to be in her shoe again, in her sweat, surrounded by her scent. But I was stuck inside my teacher’s shoe and I almost gagged. I really had a hard time, especially when she was standing for long periods of time. I trashed and punched and kicked during lunch time. I wanted fresh air, I wanted out. My teacher removed her shoe and finally some fresh air came inside for me to breathe. I crawled towards the shoe opening.

“Are you okay in there Samuel? You’re moving a lot. Is something wrong? Is my foot too stinky?”

“Amanda…!” I screamed. The teacher of course didn’t hear me. She picked her shoe up and looked at me from the opening while holding the shoe up. She tilted the shoe backwards and I ended up rolling down the insole and hit the heel wall.

“There you are!” she said to me. We were alone in her classroom, she was eating her lunch. She looked down at me and smiled. “You don’t like it in there, do you?” she asked. But she didn’t wait for me to answer, it would have been vain. “It means the treatment is working. It’s okay. You’re actually supposed to dislike being in there so If you do, it means you’re on the way to be cured. I hope you understand this is for your own good, Samuel. Now, we still have the whole afternoon together. Make sure you smell my foot, alright? No cheating.” She winked at me and tilted the shoe forward this time, sending me down the toe section. She lowered the shoe back on the floor and I saw her giant black socked foot come inside once again.

The afternoon lasted forever. I inhaled her foot stench through my nose, even if sometimes I was temped to breathe through my mouth. I didn’t want to disappoint her, and I knew that if it was to cure me, I had to be serious about it. In my little tiny heart and mind, I wanted my mom, my sister, my teacher, and also my father and everyone else in fact, to know that I did what was right. No cheating.

And so at the end of the day, when Amanda came to save me and put me inside her sock and sneaker, I was finally free. My sister’s bare foot skin on me gave me shivers of happiness. The smell of my sister’s foot made me dream about being stuck in her shoe forever. I was in pure bliss once again and smelled my sister’s foot while she took the bus ride back home.

That night, when my mother asked if I made any progress, I showed my thumbs up. She smiled at me and she was happy.