You didn't like it, but there wasn't much you could do in your current state. If you refused then Sara could shrink you down even more. You shuddered to think what would happen if Sara reduced you to little more than a speck. With a resigned sigh, you accepted your fate.
"Alright. I'll do it." You frowned.
Sara smiled with delight. She was clearly pleased by your decision. "Good. Now hop to it."
Sara took a seat in front of you and extended her soles. The first thing that hit you was the smell. It reminded you of the time you visited your grandma at the retirement home. Your little sister's feet smelled like a room filled with farting old people.
It made you want to gag, but you held strong and approached the right foot. Upon closer inspection you noticed the dirt and dried sweat settling in. To think, Sara wanted your tongue to clean that.
"Hurry up before I shrink you some more." Sara warned.
You gulped nervously before nodding your head. You've done this before, you can do this again. Although it never gets any easier. "Okay. I can this. I... Can... Do,,, This."
After taking a deep breath, You moved your face in... And took a good and long lick. The moment the taste hit your tongue you gaged. Your sister's foot was foul. It was always foul. She was always running and rarely ever wore socks with her shoes. This was horrible. Maybe you should've just let her have the bathroom first?
"Mmm!" Sara hummed contently. "Keep up the good work."
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