Shrunk for Good - Anna's Thoughts (added content but not complete)

Shrunk for good – Anna’s thoughts

Angie looked down at me and grinned, but seconds later she looked at a client and started to scan his items. She placed her dirty sneaker sole directly over me and stepped down, not caring about me at all. She knew I was well tucked in the foam pad she had previously stuffed me in before starting her work shift and that no matter if she putted all her weight on me, I would simply be half crushed. Angie loves torturing me with her feet, it’s inside her, it brings her joy to make me suffer in the most creative ways. Today, I’m wedged inside a small hole in a foam pad people usually use to protect their knees when they do some manual work. She placed the pad on the floor near her cash register at the grocery store she works at. She will trample me like this under filthy well worn work Nike sneakers until the end of her shift. Tomorrow could be anything else. Oh yeah, I’m 2 inches tall by the way.

Angie is 17. She’s my stepsister. Today I am under her responsibility, but most of the time my step mother takes care of me. My other step sister Heather is younger, she’s 12 and she’s the ultimate most scary person I know. When she gets to have me, I end up inside her shoes for hours without ever breathing fresh air or seeing light and she’s always pushing my limits.

Me, I’m just a normal 2 inches girl. I have been shrunk a few years ago at school as a test subject for ISS (you know, in-shoe suspension) and the thing went wrong and crazy. They never could grow me back up to normal because the shrinking process was not fully developed. I’ve been denied family rights, denied citizenship, I’ve been stripped of my rights and thrown into all of the school’s students shoes for almost a complete year before I was adopted. Mary, my step-mother, who is also a teacher at St-Lawrence’s private school for girls, decided I should at least be under “some supervision.” But that mostly meant that instead of being the school’s property, I would be her property. My name is Anna.

Technology as evolved, today they can grow people back, but it’s not working on me, I’m of the first generation of human being shrunk and...well, I’m going to stay that way. Well that’s not true, shrinking devices now can grow back people to their normal size. For those, 2 inches -is- my normal size. Sometimes, when my stepmother is angry at me, she shrinks me to incredibly small sizes. I’ve been shrunk to almost nothing, and grown back to 2 inches later, when they found me with a magnifying glass, entangled in sock lint inside her running shoes.

Angie looks down at me again, she has no clients and she balances her weight and shifts her feet around, drinking water in a bottle. She steps off the foam pad and kicks it so it’s closer to her right foot, and then, while looking down at me she silently says “lick”. I can read her lips. She would never say that out loud at her job, people don’t even know I’m under her. I know she wants me to lick her shoe sole. She steps down directly on me again, burying me under her giant dirt sneaker sole, and I stick my tongue out to eat some dust off the used rubber sole.

Angie gently slides her sneakered foot around on the foam pad. I feel so low. While she scans the clients’ groceries, she consciously makes me lick every little inch of her sneaker sole and sometimes twists her foot on me like if she was crushing a cigarette. The foam pad absorb most of her weight, but I feel compressed I can’t do anything but let her have her fun with me.

****

I’m back in my step mother Mary’s high heel pump. In fact, I am wedged in under her toes, inside her black stockings. She had shrunk me to half an inch tall for the day. She teaches French class to some students who used to be my friends when I was normal. They all know where I am, they don’t care.

My stepmother sweats a lot, I’ve been in there for a few hours and I’m already soaked, drenched in her foot sweat, and I know I have to keep licking. My stepmother hates it when I stop licking her toes. It is disgusting, but after years of it, I am used to it. I mean, it’s not as disgusting as when Heather puts me inside her soccer cleats, or when all the 3 girls lock me inside the ped-egg for pedicure time.

She’s scrunching her toes over me, that means I haven’t been licking enough. I stick my tongue at her toes in the darkness and confines of her musky old black leather pump and I do what I am supposed to do. She knows and feels everything I do in there. I know I will be punished later, or worse, she will let Heather have me.

****

I am hanging upside down, back to my normal 2 inches eight, my ankles are tied together with silk thread and my arms are tied to my body. The thread goes up and Angie tied it to a stick. I am hanging upside down mid length into the long shaft of her UGG boot she just removed. She lowered me down into her boot like a fish bait hanging from a fishing rod and she keeps lowering me slowly into the dark smelly pit of her well worn UGG boot. Angie is taunting me in a constant flow of insults and threats, but I am only half listening to her. She says things like “Poor little footslave, you don’t like the smell, are you afraid of the dark, we both know you enjoy this, you foot freak, you love my foot smell, you’re a little foot pervert who enjoys my stinky boots, oops!” she lowers me deeper, teasing me. I know I will end up touching the bottom of her shoe, face first into the smelly damp insole of her UGG boot and once I’m down there, with only my face touching the sole, she will fix the stick to her desk with scotch tape and leave me there for the evening. This is not my first time.

****

“Heather, be nice with Anna.” Says my step mother Mary.

“Sorry mom” says Heather, with a wide grin on her face and she frowns at me with her natural evil look. My head is spinning, Heather just gave me maybe 30 good stomps under her school shoes. I think I have a broken rib. I’m bruised all over and my nose is bleeding. BAM. Another stomp, this time the tread of her school shoe crushed one of my ankles, it’s broken. I scream in agonizing pain. “Mom, Anna is crying again!”

“Just put her in your shoe honey.” Says my step mother across the room. Heather is already untying the laces of her doc marten school shoes. We’re in my step mother’s classroom, it’s lunchtime, and Heather came over to lunch with her real mother and torture me. I see my evil 12 years old step sister giant fingers pick my numb body up. I’m maybe half an inch tall, been shrunk in the morning before my mom put me inside her boots to go to work. Heather dangles me over her shoe, I can feel the heat and already am overwhelmed by her musky foot odor emanating from the shoe. Soon, she will just drop me inside and put her socked foot back over me and scrunch her toes on me.

Here we go, I’m falling, I hit the warm and smelly insole with an inaudible thud. Ouch, It hurts. I roll down in the toe section as Heather tilts the shoe forward. “Have fun, Anna” she says. Light goes out and suction of air around me. Her socked toes come in like a ram and slide uncarefully over me. Her damp socked toes rest on my little tiny frame and I hear the heel of her foot swoosh inside the shoe. I hear her tie the laces, the pressure augments. This is more cramped, my sister Heather’s feet are much smaller and smellier. “Can I keep her for the afternoon mom?” I hear Heather ask, her voice muffled from the shoe.

“Yes, honey, but no jumping on her.” Says my step mom.

After a few steps, I know Heather is already outside in the school corridor, she stomps on me and jumps, crushing my already broken body into more of her foot sweat. I am humiliated and exhausted. I will probably pass out before the end of the day.

****

“Lick” says Angie. She’s lying in her bed reading a school assignment. I have my face buried in the dripping mud under Angie’s black platform boots. Those heavy boots have a 4 inches block heel and a 1 inch platform sole with a deep thread on the sole. Angie thought it would be funny to walk in mud on her way back from work since it’s a rainy day. She placed her heavy boot on me, in her room on a small mat. The sole is caked with mud and even if Angie orders me to lick, my face is full of it I’m having a hard time finding pockets of air to breathe. The boot is heavy on my body. Still, I lick.

****

Mom rubs her socked feet on my body. She scotch-taped me to the floor in front of the sofa, and she cups her high arched sole above me. Her white socks are dirty, and they smell very powerful, she just came back from her morning run and is relaxing while reading the newspaper. It’s Saturday. No work. Mother loves to know I am smelling her feet after she ran. When I do not behave, she runs over me, with me inside her sneakers. She starts to remove her socks only using her toes. She ends up removing both of them and letting them fall on my body, then she presses on her socks over me with her sweaty bare feet. “Anna are you smelling?” my step mother says while reading her newspaper.

“Yes mother.” I reply as loud as I can, without screaming.

“Good.” She says back, then continues to ignore me under her socks. As some point, later, she pushes her socks away from over me and gently plays with my immobile body with her bare feet. She rubs her bare feet all over me, very slowly. She makes sure her smelly toes get a lot of my face time.

“Stick your tongue out Anna.”

I obey. She hovers the heel of foot above my face, it is a been calloused, I will end up in the ped egg soon, I think. For now she wants me to lick her heel. I do it. She does even look down at me. Someone comes in the room, it is Angie. She walks up and giggles. “mom can I borrow Anna? I would her to smell my feet while I watch TV.” She asks.

“Sure honey, put her inside your sock.” Mom says. I am being pulled from the floor, the scotch tape is removed and seconds later, the giant fingers of my sister Angie are holding me. Anna does not talk to me, she removes her pink thick fluffy cotton socks and drops me inside, then she puts it back on and places me under her toes. They are smelly, but nothing compared to my mother’s feet after her jogging. Angie walks and crushes my body back to the TV room. She sits in front of the TV and plops her legs on the footstool.

“Is she in your sock?” I hear my youngest sister Heather ask.

“Yes.” Answers Angie.

“Can I have her?”

“No I just got her, maybe later sis.” Replies Angie.

“But I want her to smell my feet now before soccer practice this afternoon.” Says Heather.

“If I give her to you now I’ll keep her while you’re gone to your practice, sis. But If I keep her now, you can have her inside your soccer shoe later. Deal?”

“Okay, deal.” Says Heather. They continue to watch TV together. I know what is coming.

****

Mom shrunk me down to a quarter of an inch, because Heather doesn’t like to feel me while she plays soccer. Heather wears a pair of normal cotton socks under her soccer socks, to keep her feet comfy. I am trapped inside the soccer socks, between both socks in fact, under her arch of my sister Heather’s small foot. I am in between two sweat soaked cotton socks and crushed over and over and over again. The weight isn’t too hard because I am so small and I am under her arch. Sometimes, the cotton fibers scratch against my skin. There is nothing I can do. I am overwhelmed by the rapid movements, stomps, running, and tossed, sometimes harshly, sometimes gently, drenched in foot sweat. My head hurts. I drink sweat, I am used to this, even if it is hard. The powerful smell of sweat combine with the leather of fabric of the old soccer cleat is thick and enters my lungs with force. I know it will take a few days for me to get rid of this odor as it will be deeply lodged inside of me.

But first, I will have to focus on cleaning my sister’s soccer cleat soles. Usually it takes a complete day to remove all the caked mud and grass from inbetween the rubber cleats when they grow me back to 2 inches. When there is not much to clean, they leave me down at 1 inch tall so it takes just as long maybe. That’s when I am not interrupted by either my mother or my sisters to do something else. Usually they put me inside a plastic box with the smelly soccer cleats and close the lid until I’m done cleaning. Heather always comes to check on me and my progress and if she’s not happy, she puts my inside the cleats and closes the lid of the box, halting my progress and making it more hard because I have to climb out of the shoe to resume my work.

Soccer is the worse sport.

****

Monday. My mother decided to wear her knee high boots today at school. They look like dark brown riding boots, she had them for quite long. The sole is hard, and she didn’t shrink me. I’m cramped under her arch, inside her black cotton sock. The long hours of standing while teaching are painful for my whole body. During lunchtime my mother removed her boots and pushed on my body to slide it all under her toes inside the sock. She ordered me to smell, like if I could do anything else. “I want to feel the air on my toes” she says. I smell her toes like ordered and she plays with me body, placing one foot above the other. I am trapped between her 10 toes, some above me, some under me. She plays with me during all lunchtime. Then she puts her boots back on with me still under her toes. It’s really cramped, her toes are compressed above me, I try to lay down sideways under all her toes crushing my body. I know it is uncomfortable for her too. When the day is over, she will blame me and punish me.

****

Angie is wearing me inside her sneakers with no socks. Her feet are dirty because she’s been playing with me outside on the driveway pavement with her barefeet on me. She was with friends, her friends also played with me with their barefeet. One of them asked me to lick her flipflops inside out. One of her other friend made me lick her bare soles. They tasted good. Angie just placed me inside her old sneakers and I am sure I’ll be saying in them for the rest of the evening.

****

Today Angie brought me to work again. I am back in my foam pad, stuck inside it, my body at floor lever under my giantess sister’s sneakers. I hear the beeping of the items being scanned, my sisters talking to clients, all the sounds muffled from the foam pad and the heavy presence of the shoe above me. My sister decides to kick off her sneakers, the laces were not tied very tightly and to continue working with her pink socked feet on me. She’s standing on me, the smell of her foot all around me, while she works. Halfway during her work shift, she slips her sneaker back on, twisting her ankle for her feet to fit on and leaves for her break. One of her colleague, a woman in her mid 30’s come over and steps on the foam pad. She doesn’t notice I’m stuck inside it, and she steps on me with her dansko clogs. I think she stepped on some bits of bread, maybe a muffin crumbs. I am happy I can eat it off her shoe, I was hungry. My sister comes back at her usually spot, over me, after her lunch time, she resumes ignoring me again.

****

Some days I would like to die. Like today. Heather had mom shrink me very very small, about 16th of an inch. Heather decided to place me inside her rollerblades and went on rollerblading for hours during a hot September summer day and I am literally drowning, if not cooking or boiling inside those rollerblades. I’m having a hard time. I’m too small, I stick on everything. Heather just doesn’t care about me, the more I suffer the happier she is. I think she’s never been that cruel with me. I’m light headed from the heat and the smell and all the foot sweat it’s almost a swamp. The vibrations of the rolling wheels give me a head ache. There is no air. I think this is it. I think it’s my time to die, Better die now, so everything will be over. It’s better to die than suffer heather’s wrath.

I’m not dead, Heather removes her sweat drench foot from the rollerblade. I feel warm summer air coming inside that feels cool and fresh, but in fact it is not. We’re in the heat wave, it’s unbearable. I’m so small, I would have to run almost a football field to reach the opening.

“Anna, are you still there?” Heather asks me. She’s talking to me, I have a hard time acknowledging she’s talking to me. “I can’t see you” she says, tilting the rollerblade backward. I’m send tumbling down the spongy sweat imbibed sole down to the heel section. I look up the long shaft of the rollerblade. I see my sister’s face looking down on me. “There you are, stupid bug.” I’m unable to focus, too much light, and my head is spinning. The rollerblade tilts on its side then upside down. I am freefalling into what seems to be my sister’s white adidas sneaker. I land with a small thud and bounce on the sneaker’s insole. Above me the giant rollerblade is being shaken, then goes out of the view. I’m on a white insole, which is almost black from the years of wear. My sister heather sees me and sticks her tongue out at me. She stands and shoves her wet socked foot over me. I just fall on my back. I let my sister trap me in her sneaker without even caring where I am, probably under her heel, I don’t care, I’m too tired and exhausted to move. Just kill me Heather, just kill me.

******

I’m being punished. Mother is not happy of my licking performance inside her mules today. She wore me barefoot inside her mules while teaching and she got mad because I didn’t lick her toes enough. She asked Veronica, one of my best friends I used to be friends with when I was normal size, to put me inside her shoes for the whole day. Veronica was more than happy take her former friend into punishment. She is wearing me in her school shoes. During lunchtime, she decided to have fun with me with my other former friends. They all took turn, 5 of them, wearing me inside their shoes and asking me to lick their shoes and lick their toes, and lick their insoles and their socks. They made me eat sock lint. One of them, Elise, placed me inside her mouth and played with me, I was so scared she would swallow me. But she forced me to lick her braces and clean them. I was soaked in her saliva. At one point, she pushed me under her teeth with her tongue and started to press down on me. I thought I would die, but now she spat me on the ground and rubbed my body on the hot asphalt under her shoe. Dirt was sticking with the saliva all over me, they all laughed. Veronica cleaned me with a tissue and placed me back into her shoe. At least in here I’m not going to be swallowed. Her feet don’t smell too bad, I wonder why mother thought it would be a punishment, it’s way better than being under Heather.

I should live with Veronica. I think I love her. I kiss her socked foot. I love her smell.

****

I’m in Angie’s sock. We’re at work. I’m calm, almost serene. Angie took a shower before putting me in her sock before coming to work. Her feet smell like soap. I know it won’t be like this very long but I am happy right now. Also, she shrunk me to a quarter of an inch, so it’s not too cramped in her shoe. I have room to move a bit under her toes. She didn’t ask me to lick so I’m almost on vacation. I hear the beeping sounds of groceries being scanned. My sister’s sneakers don’t smell too bad, the socks are clean. I am grateful for her consideration I kill the underside of her toes to show her my appreciation. She doesn’t squeeze me, it means she approves. Maybe I will be allowed a break from being inside my step family’s shoes tonight.

****

I think I am going to be sick. I’m inside the ped-egg. Dead skin shavings all over, please stop! My mother, and both my sister are taking time for pedicure, they’re just so cruel, why does it have to be me, why can’t they stop torturing me... *gasps* I think I ate one of the skin shaving.

****

Heather made me lick the 8 wheels of her rollerblades. Took me the whole afternoon. She didn’t just let me do it while doing something else. She was there, constantly holding my head down on the wheels, and turning the wheels on my face slowly, with a finger on her other hand. She would keep telling me: “Stick your tongue out. Come on, lick it all. Almost done. One more complete turn.” Then she would just pull my hair up until I’m lifted from the ground, than place me back down near the next wheel, and push my head on it, and repeating the process. “I want them clean. Stop squirming. Stick your tongue out. Swallow now.” When we were done with all the wheels of both of her rollers, she forced me to lick the brake pad all over. And when I was done doing that too, Heather told me I sucked and that I was ugly. “You’re nothing, Anna. You’re not even a person. You’re filth. Now lick these or I’ll wear you inside them” She removed her sneakers and dumped them both on me and went to do something else. I stroke the soles of her sneakers with my already bloodied tongue until both soles were as clean as I could make them.

****

I lick frenetically at the sole of Heather’s foot. Her small left bare foot is pressed on me, I’m lying on my back on the floor of the living room. She’s watching a moving. I am scotched-tape on the floor and Heather pressed her sole on my body and face. I have a hard time licking since she pushes down on me, my face is surrounded by her foot flesh. I’m already done with her right foot, she had me lick it all over, including her toes. Angie and my mother are in the room watching the movie too. When Heather is done with me, I’ll have to do the same thing with them, lick the filthy bottom of their feet clean until my tongue goes red. Heather shifts in the sofa and plays with my face under her toes.

“Mom, Anna is not licking my feet well.” Complains Heather.

“Anna, lick your sister’s feet correctly” Says my mom.  I lick the best I can, I know Heather is just doing this to make my life more miserable. I can’t lick any better than this. The movie goes on and a few minutes later Heather stands up and places her rough heel on my face and presses down. It hurts so much, my nose is about to break, again.

“What’s up Honey?” asks my mother to Heather.

“Anna is not licking my feet well so I’m crushing her face” says my little sister.

“Oh okay, but, you should wear shoes to do that better.” Says my mom. I cannot believe my own mother is not only encouraging my sister to torture me but giving her ideas of how to torture me even worse. The movie is paused. Angie gets unnerved.

“Go put on some shoes honey.” Says my mother. Heather leaves my crushed face alone and walks away. My mother stands up and walk over to me and looks at me with disapproval. The shadow of her hovering foot comes into view and soon all I can see is her wicked smiled from between her smelly toes.

“Come on let’s finish the movie.” Says Angie. My mother just keeps on playing with me face under her toes. “We can’t do anything without Anna bothering us. Why don’t we just get rid of her?” says my sister Angie. I cannot believe what I hear.

“What do you mean get rid of her?” asks my mother.

“Well, I don’t know let’s just leave her in a shoe for a couple months or more, or maybe we could just staple her to an insole and forget about her.” Says Angie.

“That’s a bit cruel don’t you think? She’s your sister after all!” says my mother. I hear Heather coming back, the footfalls of her shoes on the floor. My mother leaves me alone and I see Heather smiling down at me. She’s wearing strappy sandals and soon she crushes my whole body under the rough sole.

“Come on let’s finish the movie!” says Angie. Heather twists her foot on my like a ballerina and sits on the sofa. All I hear before the movie resumes, is “lick” coming from Heather. I like the sole of her sandal, I’m seeing stars.

***

Today is my birthday. A Saturday. My mother plucked me out of her fluffy sock she wore all night long with me inside and she smiled at me.

“Happy birthday Anna!” she said to me with a big smile. She then dumped me inside her dirty house mules with the blackened insole, I tumbled down the wedge’s slope until I crash down in the toe section. The smell is overpowering, like usual. “Lick the insole clean, Anna, then we’ll tell you what is your birthday surprise.” My mother stood up she slipped her mules on without caring. I end up under her toes, on my belly, face first in the foot gunk of her insole. I lick, what else can I do, it’s my birthday after all, I’m going to have a surprise.

My mother walks around the house, talks to my sisters. I can hear what they say but I am not focused, my face is full of toe jam and gunk, I chew on the black gunk under my mother’s toes.

When I am finally allowed to come out, I am greeted by my family all cheering and wishing me happy birthday. I wipe my mouth with my forearm and I smile. I feel important, I feel like they are finally giving me some positive attention.

“So here’s the plan, Anna, you’ll love it!” says my mother. “Since it’s your birthday, we thought it would be nice to let you choose the shoes you want to lick clean, instead of us choosing for you. Also, we’ll all take turn wearing you inside them while we go shopping and eating at the restaurant, and we can go to the movie theater tonight, sounds good?”

My hopes of this special day being special are broken. I was hoping for it to be a no-foot/shoe day, but I was wrong. My family had planned for me to be used like any other days of my life except they give me the right to choose, this is ridiculous, my life is worth nothing. I only live for their feet and shoes, I do not have a life of my own.

“Okay...”

“There is only a little catch, Anna.” Says Heather looking down at me with a huge grin. “I still have my Saturday soccer practice so you’re still coming with me for that and you’re going to clean my soccer shoes after like usual.” Heather gives me the most wicked smile. “But since it’s your birthday, I’ll wear my old soccer cleats instead of the new ones, I know you love the old shoes.” Those soccer cleats were the most stinky of Heather’s shoes and by far. Heather laughs and crosses her arms.

My mother chuckles.

“That means I get to have you during the movie tonight” says Angie.

***

I am gagged. Heather forced sock lint in my mouth after her day at school, then she sealed it shut with a small piece of cotton thread and she made a knot. Angie was holding the magnifying glass while she worked on my gag. She tied my arms to my body and my legs. I’m a lump, I cannot move. I am in for some trouble, seems like Heather failed her math exam today and it’s my fault because I was not licking her toes well enough during the exam. She is going to make my life miserable. She drops me inside the socks she wore today and I can see her toes coming down on me. She put son the sock tight and then uses her fingers to place my two inch body under her already stinky toes. I feel she’s putting another pair of socks over the first pair. What is she doing? Then another layer, the air stars to feel stuffy and warm. “Angie, my soccer socks from last week-end.” She says, I hear her muffled voice.

“Ugh, disgusting.” Says Angie. I feel my little sister putting the soccer socks over the 3 layers of used socks. I’m not going anywhere. We’re at the end of summer, it’s still warm outside and what I hear next is completely crazy.

“Let’s see how she likes to cook inside my ski boots.” Heather then  puts on the heavy stuffy ski boots and I hear the buckles seal me in. Basically she wears 3 layers of cotton socks, plus her old soccer socks, all trapped inside her ski boots. I’m surely going to die. Temperature is already rising. Heather is crazy. She will kill me. She’s sweating and I can’t breathe, there is no air. She stands up and crushed me under her moist toes. She walks irregularly because of the rigid ski boots. I don’t know where she’s going....I am already...passing...out...it’s...too much...

***

Seems like I am not dead yet. My mother as decided to staple my body under her rubber boots sole while she’s gardening. There is mud everywhere. Another day suffering, another day being tortured. There is mud in my mouth, I am crushed in a mud puddle. My mother doesn’t care about me.

****

I’m licking the insole of my stepmother’s flip flops. It is filled with gunk and pieces of dirt that taste like my mother’s feet. We’re outside, I see her menacing bare foot dangle over me. She’s looking down at me with her sunglasses on. “Anna, lick faster.”  The sun is heavy on me, the flipflop still has some sweat on the insole. I know if I don’t do a good job my stepmother will just make it worse for me. I lick faster. There are vibrations on the patio deck, someone is coming. I look up, my sister Heather is there with a few of her friends.

“Mom, can I show my friends something? I told them Anna could fit inside my sneakers without me removing them.” She says to her mom. I hear chatter and giggles. 4 girls looking down at me.

“Sure Honey. You heard it Anna, get inside your sister’s shoe now.” My stepmother says. I look up. Heather has that wicked smile again, she steps close to the flip flop. Her huge dirty sneaker is there right in front of me. She wears white cotton socks. I stop what I am doing, I’m still 2 inches tall so I can climb on her sneaker. I don’t really want to do it but, it’s better than licking my mom’s sweat. While I grab on laces and whatever I can to climb up I know many people are watching me. I climb the instep on the sneaker and I reach my sister sock. She has high arches and expects me to squeeze myself inside her shoe between the inside of the shoe and her sock. The heat and smell coming from the shoe is strong and I know it’s going to be worse once I wedge myself inside.

“Head first” Heather says. More giggles and more laughing. I hear some “oh my god” and some “eww, gross” I know there is no way out of this. I pull myself up and dive my head in the shoe. I squeeze myself in the shoe and everyone laughs. My face is rubbing against the inshoe and it’s already dark. It will be better once I reach the air space under my sister’s arch. I squirm to fit in but my legs are still outside. I wish my sister would help and push me fully inside but she prefers watching me struggle to the delight of her friends. I hear them talking, it’s muffled because of the shoe. I struggle hard to fit in but I pull myself inside completely and I crawl under my sister’s foot arch and sock, it’s so hot and humid and smelly.

I know she will keep me there for a while.

Maybe all day.

***

“Smell my foot.” Orders Angie. Like if I had any other choice. “I want you to smell my foot and enjoy it.” She says. She’s pinning me under her striped socked foot under the kitchen table. They are all eating dinner. They talk together, and occasionally Angie flicks around, plays with me with her toes or presses them down over my body. She just came back from who knows where but I know she wore her ballet flats with her socks on. Those leather shoes have such a distinct odor I would recognize it anytime.

“I want Anna to smell my feet too.” Says Heather.

“Anna, go smell Heather’s feet.” Says my mom. I try to free myself from  Angie’s feet but she won’t let me go. She traps me under her socked toes. I squirm and try to get free but Angie just keeps me there.

“Mom!” says Heather getting impatient.

“Anna, don’t make me say it again.” Says my mom. Angie giggles. “Let her go.” Says my mom to my older step sister. Angie sighs and kicks me. I am sent sliding across the floor and I hit my little sister Heather’s flip flops.

“Crawl under my toes Anna, and smell them!” Heather lifts her toes a little bit in front of me. The smell is intoxicating I know she has not washed. I try to get up on my feet but instead I just pull myself to the flip flop’s insole and crawl under my sister’s toes. I lay on my back, a bit relieved from being under Angie’s sock but Heather scrunches her toes over me. She keeps me there for the rest of dinner time. My step mother asks her to let me go after dinner. Both my sisters leave the room and I am on the floor under the table. I look at my mother’s house mules and her long legs encased in black nylons. She’s shoeplaying a bit, I see the arch of her feet rise from the mule.

“Anna get inside my shoe, you stay with me for the night.” She says from above. I obey, I know that I have to. I walk to my mother old mules and I limb inside under the arch of her foot. Slips her foot out a bit and presses her toes on me, I fumble to my hands and knees and in a matter of seconds I am pushed over to my side and my mother’s gigantic and smelly nylon toes are above me and sliding me down the mule’s slope into the smelly damp darkness of the mule. She keeps me there. Her toes press down on me inside the mule and she wiggles them a bit. She’s relaxing and playing with my tiny body.

I’ll be in there for hours.

***

Heather has invited her friend Lily over to play during the week-end. Of course, “play” means, play with me. Lily is a nice girl, same age as my sister Heather, and she’s from asian origins. Lily and Heather made me smell their feet the whole week-end and I slept inside Lily’s nike high top sneakers as she was invited to stay over. Lily’s feet and shoes smell different from my family’s and I like spending time with her for a change. Lily and Heather play on the same soccer team and Lily asked if she could have me during Sunday afternoon’s practice and my mother agreed. Heather was a bit jealous because she enjoys having me inside her soccer cleats. Lily’s soccer shoes smell very different and for 2 hours practicing under the sun, she ran, jumped and crushed me without even caring. He feet became wet and drenched with sweat and the soccer shoes had no air inside I was about to pass out but I managed to stay conscious the whole time, trapped under her socked toes my back against the cleat’s sweat imbibed insole. I was expecting to be taken out of the shoe as soccer practice was over but Lily kept walking on me. I could hear the muffled voices and car doors. Lily didn’t remove her shoes and kept me in there for the ride back home where, to my greatest disarray she and Heather continue playing soccer in the backyard. I started to squirm and scream “let me out! I want out!” but Lily would just continue playing.

“Hey your sister is squirming inside my shoe” I hear above me.

“Ignore her!” says heather, the girls laughed and I am ignored for the next 30 minutes. I can’t take it anymore, I’m soaked in Lily’s foot sweat and have been in that soccer cleat under her sock for more than 3 hours.

“Should I let her out?” asks Lily.

“No, she’s fine.” Says Heather.

“Hey Anna, smell my foot!” says Lily from above me. They laugh some more. I am humiliated by this young girl who is not even in my family and she’s making fun of me and torturing me like it was the most natural and normal thing in the world.  The constant kicking, running and crushing and jumping are making me feel dizzy. The lack of air makes me feel like I am going to pass out. Please, let me pass out, I can’t take this anymore.

I don’t pass out.

The girls stop playing soccer I believe because they are exhausted. They sit in the backyard. I know Lily is sitting Indian style as my whole world is tilted on the side. Please let me out!

“Hey, let’s swap shoes.” Says Heather. What? No!

I hear them talk about the fact they have the same size and I hear the laces above me being loosened. Then, suction, cool air and light come in the shoe as I am dragged under Lily’s socked toes to the middle of the insole. Finally some fresh air. The sun is so bright. My moment of peace doesn’t last long as I briefly open one eye and see my step sister Heather’s wicked smile. Darkness comes back as she puts on the shoe, her sweat drenched soccer sock pushing me back in the deep wet confines of her friend’s soccer cleat. The mix of Lily’s foot smell and my sister foot smell is contradicting and very powerful. It attacks me and I try to comprehend what is going on as my sister’s foot swooshed inside the soccer cleat and she ties the laces above me.

“Perfect fit!” Heather says. “But those shoes are old, you should think about buying some new ones Lily.” Heather stands up, girls laugh, giggle and kick the soccer ball around some more. I think I am going to die from the smell. Someone please save me, please! I squirm, but I am met with complete indifference. My sister ignores me.

After another hour of soccer in the backyard. I’m covered, compressed and almost drowning in my sister’s and Lily’s degusting foot sweat. I think I am hallucinating. Light? I think my sister removes her foot from Lily’s shoe only to dump me inside a black loafer, oh, it’s my sister Angie’s work shoes. I am barely able to understand what is happening, but I hear Angie’s voice above me. “Yeah, I’ll be back around midnight, I’ll go hang out with the girls after my shift.” She says. Wait...I’m not hallucinating... this is really happening.

“ANGIE!” I scream. She looks down at me inside her shoe.

“What is it Anna?” she answers. I see my mother and my sister Anna appearing in view. They all look down at me, I think my sister Angie is holding the shoe in her hands.

“I need a break! Please!” I say as loud as I can with what I have left of strength. Heather giggles and gestures a L with her right hand on her forehead meaning I am a loser. Angie just frowns and my mother sighs and rolls her eyes. They are completely dismissing me.

“Mom, can you shrink her smaller?” asks Angie, completely ignoring me.

“Sure.” My mom leaves my field of view, leaving my two sisters.

“How small?” asks Heather to my sister who suddenly starts grinning.

“A speck.” Angie says as my mom comes back. Heather laughs and sticks her tongue out at me. Anna lowers the shoe down on the floor and my mom points the device at me. I immediately shrink down in size, everything becomes so large. I can’t believe this is really happening.

“HELP ME!” I scream. I am already too small for them to hear. The loafer is so huge I think I’m 1/16th of an inch. Please... no... I can’t take it anymore!

Angie’s huge foot, encased in a gray cotton sock shows up above me. She doesn’t acknowledge me and pushes her foot in the shoe, pushing me deep inside and I tumble around under her sock. She secures me inside by twisting her ankle until her hell fits in. She’s going to work with me inside her shoe... please, I...need a break...

Please!....

***

***

I have no more strength. No more will. My step family is killing me little by little. Today, my step mother kept me inside her work leather pumps without removing them a single time. She teach her classes all day without giving me any attention. Even during lunchtime she didn’t care removing her shoes to give me fresh air. I was stuck under her nylon toes the whole day. I’m half an inch tall. My mother doesn’t like me when I disturb her when she teaches so I tried not to squirm, but my body is aching.

When my mother got home, I finally had a chance at fresh air.

“Who wants Anna?” my mother says, like if I was an object to be claimed.

“Me me me!” says Heather, all excited. I don’t see her, my mom left me inside her work pump and walked away.

“I don’t care..” says Angie nonchalantly.

“Heather, honey, you can have her for the evening, she’s in my work shoes in the hallway.” Says my mother. I hear and feel footsteps approaching. I don’t have any strength to oppose and I know Heather is going to give me a hard time again. I am so tired of this.

“Ewww...” Heather picks up the shoe I am in and dumps me out of it. I fall into her upturned palm. “Hi Anna.” She says to me. She closes her fingers over me and walks to her room. “Anna, I am going to be honest with you.” Heather starts while closing her bedroom door behind her. She dumps me down on her desk. “You’re so pathetic Anna. I mean, look at you, you’re a foot slave.” She continues. I see her walk to her closet and reach down for something, probably shoes. What else....? I am still a bit stunned to actually get to see my step sister caring a bit about how I feel for a moment. She comes back with some trashed sneakers that were once her favorites. “So I came up with an idea, Anna. You’re going to be my shoe’s slave.” At first I am not sure what she means. What’s the difference between being a shoe’s slave and a foot slave I don’t know. “You will be the slave of this well worn...skechers sneaker.” I frown and my heart starts to pound a bit faster. What does that mean. I look at the white dirty and torn sneaker, it looks like it has been worn so many times. I have seen these sneakers before but not very often. Heather must have worn them a lot before I was shrunk and less and less since then. My cruel step sister giggles and dives her hand inside the sneaker she’s showing me. She turns it upside down to show me the insole has been torn and ripped open from extensive wear. “See that small hole where my heel should be? That’s where you’re going to live for a while!” What? She wants me to be ...part of the shoe? She wants to place me under the ripped insole...? This can’t be happening.

“Please Heather, don’t do that to me!” I scream and I cry. I am exhausted, this is too much. I look at the hole in the heel section of the insole.

“You’re going in there no matter how much you beg me Anna. I am actually doing you a favor, these were my favorite sneakers you know. You should be honored to be their slave.” Is she actually implying I am going to really be an object’s slave? Oh my, that’s what she meant when she said I would be a shoe’s slave. “Be a nice insole Anna, and maybe I’ll let you come out of it, but, if you’re not 100% obedient, you’re going to stay in there forever.”Heather says. She’s bluffing I am sure she is bluffing. I can’t be there forever.

***

She was not bluffing. It’s been a whole week. My sister Heather claimed she lost me and that I have ran away from her. But in fact, she tied me up last week and stuffed me inside her rotten skechers sneaker’s insole and covered my body with the ripped insole fabric material and glued it back. She sealed me inside the insole and she wears the shoe all the time, crushing my body with her heel. She wear is with socks, no socks, nylons, wool socks, soccer socks, everything is a good reason to make me suffer. I am being denied any help or acknowledgement. My sister Heather sealed me in a shoe, she sealed me in a shoe!!!!

***

“Why are you wearing those trashed sneakers all the time Heather?” asks Angie, I can hear her voice, through the shoe. I feel heather putting extra pressure on me. He foot sweat is being squeezed around me body, It’s been another week.

“I don’t know, I like them.” Heather says.

“Be honest, honey, we know Anna is in them.” says my mother. Ah...thank the gods they know, there is hope, they’re going to get me out, finally.

“How did you know?” says Heather, stomping on me. I see stars, She almost knocked me out under her giant socked heel over my insole prison.

“We knew all along.” Says Angie nonchalantly. “Could be nice if we got to play with her again you know?” Yes... please, let Angie have me I want to be with Angie, let me out!

“Oh come on, she likes to be in there.” Says Heather. What a horrible little liar.

“She does?” asks my mother.

“NO! She’s lying let me out!” I know even if I scream as hard as I can nobody can hear me.

“Yes, she told me, she wanted me to keep her in there forever.” Says Heather. Another lie!

“Anyway, let’s go, we need to be at the airport in 30 minutes to pick up Sarah.” Says my mother. And they all start talking about how fun it will be to have Sarah, Angie and Heather’s cousin to spend time over. She lives half-way across the country and will be over for the week. I feel forgotten, abandoned. They know I’m in there, and they don’t want to save me. I can almost feel Heather’s grin beaming down, she’s won again. She’s going to kill me one day.

***

I’m licking Sarah’s toes.

It’s the best thing that has ever happened to me since I’ve been shrunk. Sarah’s feet smell like roses compared to my family. Sarah is kind, caretaking and she always asks me “is it okay if...-insert torture here-”for instance the first day she got here, Heather took me out of my skechers sneaker prison because Mom wanted Sarah to have some fun time with me and Sarah, when she got me in her hand said: “is it okay if I put you in my sock?” I of course couldn’t say it was not or I would have been punished. So she placed me in her sock. And then days went on, and she had me do many things, including making me kiss, lick and smell her shoes/socks/feet. It’s been so great, I cannot believe she’s going back home tomorrow. Right now, I am inside her pantyhose under her toes inside her high heel shoes. I’m licking her toes, and I am happier than I’ve ever been. She tastes so good. I don’t even care she’s scrunching her toes over me because when she placed me inside her nylons she asked “is it okay if I scrunch my toes over you while you lick them?” I am going to ask Sarah to bring me back with her and let me be her slave instead of my cruel step family.

****

I am pretty sure today is the day my life is over. Heather decided to dig a small hole for me in front of her soccer team’s bench before the match and she wedged me inside. It is a tight fit, I am surrounded by humid compacted earth and grass, but in front of the bench, grass is rare. I am scared to be found by an ant or any kind of insect that will eat my head off. Heather told her whole team i was there so they make sure to keep their disgusting muddy soccer cleats over me when they are sitting on the bench while the rest of the team is playing. I knew when someone on the team scores a goal, because the girl above me stands up and crushes me deeper into the compacted earth. I had rubber cleats directly on my face many times pushing me deeper. At some point, earth starts to fill in around and on top of me, and they don’t care. I’ll disappear and die. 

The girl above me moves away to make place for Heather, who comes over and sit on the bench above me. She grins down at me, soaked in sweat, drippling. She just came off the field. 

“We can barely see you Anna, you’re part of the ground now...” I see her huge muddy cleat sole come over me hovering. But before she just crushes me, she looks down and grins, then drags some more muddy earth above me and seals me under with her foot, THEN she presses down. I am in complete darkness, buried alive, holding my breath. 

I am going to die un mud. 

I am going to die under my cruel step sister while she doesn’t even care about me. 

...

I didn’t die. Of course not. I should have. But I am plucked out of my grave and thrown down on the grass. The team won and they are going to do their rally cry. I am down under them, they jump, scream, dance, giggle....they won the match. And they make sure I am being stomped down under all their shoes. That’s when my sister Anna has the worse idea ever. 

“Hey girls, What about we all throw our smelly socks in a box with Anna inside?” 

I hear cheers, laughter, but mostly the team agrees and they all start removing their cleats and socks. Heather had that plan in her head for a while since she brought a box and they all throw their dirty smelly socks inside. Heather picks my up from the ground and looks at me. 

“Time to know what victory smells like, Anna.” She grins and dumps me inside the box and they add more socks on top of me. The smell is horrible, but the sensation is rather cozy. I am covered in soccer socks, trapped with dozens of pairs around me. And then...for some odd reason, I feel pressure. Wait a minute. I think Anna just stepped inside the box full weight above all the socks, and above me too. “Here, now we can close it.” She made sure all the socks were very compacted all around me to be able to seal the carton box off with tape. 

At least I am not dead. How long will I be in this victory box?

****

My mother was so delighted to see the victory box she declared it should be a tradition from now on for every single match the girls win. 

They won a lot.

****

It’s October I think. I lost track of time during summer. I am inside Angie’s hiking boots and she’s walking in the woods. She loves to walk in the woods with friends during fall. The red leaves, the nature. She also loves to have me in there while she walks for miles under her whole foot is 100° and her sock so wet with sweat that I pass out. I only wake up when she’s back in her car, and I have to lick all of her friend’s hiking boots one by one while they drive back to the city. At least this time I wasn’t tied to the gas pedal. 

****

Bare toes. My mother’s meaty bare toes to be precise. They scrunch and wiggle on me inside her sneakers. Why did she wear me without socks? Oh yeah....she said I wasn’t worthy of socks anymore and told my two stepsisters that from now on, no socks. I know it won’t be forever, but it’ll be a house rule that will stick for a while. 

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