The Cure - NEW! - Chapter 1

It was a Friday afternoon. Amanda and I were playing a video game in the basement, on the couch. Of course she was winning and I was whining and being unhappy.

“Mom and dad were talking about you earlier… and I heard.” Amanda blurted out.

“What did they say about me?” I asked.

“Mom thinks you’re sick. They are going to shrink you super small.” She popped her chewing gum.

“How small?” I asked, curious.

“Small like an ant.” Amanda said.

“But…”

“And we’re going to crush you under our feet all day.” She added.

“Not true!”

“Hey… come on, you saying I am a liar? I am gonna tell mom.” Amanda threatened. I was confused. “But think about it Sam, I’ll make you smell my giant feet all the time. I’ll be so small, I’ll be able to wear you inside my socks.”

“That’s impossible.” I said, putting my controller aside. Amanda did too and she crossed her arms looking at me and giving me some teen attitude.

“You’ll be in my shoes when I go to school, smelling my feet all the time until you become crazy and you start to hate it. And then, I’ll make you smell them even more.” She taunted me.

“Stop it… it’s not even true.” I said.

“Is true!” she retorted and kicked me gently with her bare foot.

Something weird was actually happening to me. Some new unknown feeling was boiling in my belly and my little wiener actually started to get stiff again. I had barely any experience with it, some of the feeling were all new and fun and intriguing and disorienting. I didn’t believe s single word my sister was saying but yet I found them arousing and the idea of being shrunk and crushed under her giantess feet was making me feel all tingly inside. I was way too young to understand any meaning of it. All I knew back then, is that my sister was taunting me with things that I would actually want to happen. I didn’t know I was forging an identity, I didn’t know what would happen to me, all I knew is that I loved my sister’s feet and how they smelled, and I wanted more.

“Can I smell your feet?”

“Now?” she asked.

“Okay, get on the ground. You’ll smell my stinky feet while I play.” She said. I got on the ground and laid down face up at her feet. She planted both of them on my face, her cold soft soles firmly planted on my mouth and forehead. She gently moved her feet around and ended up cupping her soles over my nose and then firmly pressed down on my face with both feet just like that while playing her video game. This moment of pure foot smelling bliss ended up abruptly after maybe 5 minutes when both our parents walked in the room and surprised us. Amanda didn’t remove her feet from my face, and I tried to push them away and I was ready to make an excuse but my mom had already her hands on her hips and my dad was looking at me with huge disappointment.

“I told you Harry.” She said.

“I see.” Dad said.

“He asked for it!” said Amanda.

“It’s alright sweetie, it’s not your fault. Your brother has a sickness, and we’ll deal with it. Right honey?” she said to me.

“I am not sick.” I said. My mom then crouched and hugged me.

“Oh honey. It’s okay. We’re gonna help you.” She said. I cried.

“What a baby.” Said Amanda.

“Hey… I don’t want any of this.” Scolded Dad. He didn’t like when Amanda and me were bickering at each other. He looked at my mom and nodded. He gave his approval to something. Then mom looked at me and hugged me some more.

“I love you Samuel. We all love you. But believe me honey, we have to go through a healing program and it’ll be very very very hard for you. Do you understand?”

“Why does it have to be hard?” I asked, semi-crying. Dad walked away. I was holding my mom, now half-persuaded that I was actually sick for real, and that there was something to be done about it.

“Because, like any sickness, it’s hard to heal. Okay? But don’t worry honey, it’ll last only as long as necessary. You’ll be cured in no time if you do exactly what I tell you. Okay?”

I sniffled. “Okay mom.” I said back, reassured. At that point, yeah, I was convinced that I had a sickness. I didn’t understand why or how I got it, but it seemed smelling my sister’s feet wasn’t something that was okay. It was not okay. It was a problem. And problems need to be solved, that’s what my mom always said.

“And I expect you to do the same Amanda.” Said my mom on a more stern voice.

“Yeah yeah.” Said Amanda, popping her chewing gum.

“Amanda said you would shrink me.” I said, sniffling. I wanted to validate that information. I felt the need to know the truth.

My mom looked at Amanda and raised an eyebrow. “Yes…Samuel. But it’s for your own good.” Then she looked at me and smiled. “It’s going to be all fine, honey.” Then she hugged me some more and finally, she let me go and stood up. Before leaving, she turned back and looked at me from the doorway and smiled at me, she then turned and went upstairs. I was confused.

“Told you.” Said Amanda. I sat on the couch next to her. She resumed playing her video game. There was an awkward silence while she was playing, only the sounds of the game were filling the basement room. I was confused like never before.

“You’ll put me in your shoes?” I asked, in disbelief.

“Yup.” Said my sister, her eyes not leaving the screen.

“At school?” I asked, looking at the screen too.

“Yup.” She was chewing her gum. “You’ll smell my feet all day long. Every day. Until you can’t stand it anymore.” She paused the game and looked at me directly. “It’s supposed to gross you out, Sam. Feet are disgusting and stinky. Do you understand?”

“Not really.” I said. “Your feet smell good.”

“Yeah I know.” She said confidently, replacing her long blond hair behind her back, and resuming the play. “But you’re not supposed to like it.” She focused on something. “It’s… it’s weird. You understand?”

“I am not weird!” I said.

“Yes you are Sam… But like mom said, you’re going to be cured, so stop whining and stop asking so many questions. I’m trying to win this fight.”

I frowned. I had anger growing inside me. I went to my room and hid under my blankets to cry.