Just as you were about to step forward and make yourself know so that your patient could hopefully help you out of this mess, the familiar sound of the door clicking behind you brought you hope. You turned around, hoping to tell Dallas to get the machine going, only to see Jessica, Caroline's daughter. As she kneeled to set down her athletic duffel bag and slipped off her backpack, her eyes made contact with yours. Smirking and closing the door behind her, leaning against it as she listened to her mother.
"School's over already? I must've been here forever already...I wonder what's keeping him. Have you seen him out there?" She swung her legs off the table to get up as Jessica tried to conceal a laugh through a cough. "What? He should be here already. I pay good money out of pocket to get these feet taken care of and he should be here on time. I am, ooh when I get a hold of him, he's going to get an earful. It's not my feet is it? They're not that bad."
Her daughter bent over laughing, which didn't help the situation at all. "What?! They're really not, and besides he's a foot doctor. If they are bad, he should suck it up. He knew what he was getting into."
"Well mom, have you ever caught a whiff of your toes on a bad day? Where do you think I got these feet from?" Jessica scrunched her toes in her boots, now recovering from her laughter. "And I have seen him, he must be super eager to help your feet out now that he's heard that conversation." She nodded in your direction, causing her mom to gasp before laughing out the awkwardness of the situation.
Caroline beamed as she stepped over to where your cowering form was on the floor. "Is this how they're doing foot massages now? Are you going to be like a little toy under my feet, massaging away all my troubles?" You fell backwards in your attempts to distance yourself, trying desperately to tell her that that was not the case at all. You tried yelling that you needed help and that her foot could crush you into dust, but she just smiled. "Oh you are, you're going to be the best toy for these aching soles."
She raised her foot high above you, and you gazed up in terror at her red, irritated, long and wrinkly soles as they came down upon you. Petrified you couldn't even scream as she pinned your head between her big toe and its neighbor, lifting you high up as she carried you back to the floor beneath the table she originally sat on. Now stuck under her gargantuan foot, you had no choice but to be kneaded and pushed into the ground by her damp, leathery toes as some kind of massage tool. Caroline leaned back, bracing her arms on the paper sheets and leaning her head back.
"Oh my god Jessica you have to try this, it's so much more than just your average massage. I can feel his little arms and legs flailing against my arches and its just beating away at the stress." Despite your pain, for some unfortunate reason, nothing was breaking and you weren't a smear against the sterile tiles of your office. The density of your body must've stayed consistent despite your mass changing. The science behind it wasn't coming to your head entirely clearing, albeit it was trying very hard not to be smashed into the floor like a grape, but the fight was quickly taken out of your tiny form. Due to the pin she had your head in, your mouth had no choice but to service the deep crevasses of her toes, where reeking piles of sock lint and toe jam awaited to be feasted upon by your unwilling mouth. Between screams and cries for help, you swallowed all too much of this and it was a long while until Caroline, in her overjoyed state, accidentally loosened her grip, sending you flying across the room.
Jessica, much like her mother, was all too amused with the situation. She went to go retrieve your crumpled form, which had fallen underneath your chair, and the door cracked open again. Jessica was quick to jump in front of you, concealing her prize from anyone who'd be willing to help, but you knew from the voice your only savior had stumbled in. It was Dallas.
"Is everything alright in here? It's beginning to get quite loud out here, is there anything we can do to keep the sound down?" Poor Dallas didn't know what she was getting into, as Caroline still had the earful she prepared for you from earlier.
"Do you know how long we've been waiting in here? We have things to do. I have to go get a hair cut and I'm sure Jessica here has practice to go to. I pay good money to go here, but I can easily change facilities. Do you want that? Where is my doctor? And I don't want just any doctor, no don't even think of sending in some half rate random doctor because you feel bad that we haven't had service yet. I want my doctor and stat. You know, I have half a mind to go find the administrator and tell him just how lackluster my day has been in here." She got up to really get in her face, but your poor nurse retreated in a flurry of apologies and weak promises, closing the door with a click. Perhaps that click was the click that just sealed your fate to these two cruel women.
"And that Jessica, is how you get your way." She sighed a happy sigh and gazed down at where you were, and smiled a wicked grin. "Say, it was your eighteenth last week. How about a late birthday present?"
Jessica slowly turned around, "Mom, you can't be serious. That's too much."
"No, don't be silly. We'll share him. Now, I think this machine is what shrunk him. Should we pop him up a bit or shrink him or what do you want sweety? It is your present after all."
Her daughter scooped you up, examining you squirm in her hands "Hmm, maybe this is a bit too small. Let's make him a foot tall, a foot for a foot." They both laughed too hard over that joke "That way, we can't lose him, but he's also great under the feet. Maybe we could even teach him a few chores." She threw you over to Caroline, who narrowly avoided missing you, and she propped you up on the machine and started fiddling with the buttons.
After a minute or so, the pain came back, cause you writhe and scream in agony while you went back to blacking out. Almost immediately, you woke back up, but now on the floor and being half dragged, half carried by Jessica, who only stopped to open her athletic duffle bag. Instantly, a vile smell filled the small room, and you saw sneakers and worn out socks filled the beaten bag. Now being bigger, you struggled, catching your captor off guard. Quickly, you crawled away from her without remembering that Jessica was standing in front of the only entrance. Instead you just scurried right into the grasp of Caroline, who kicked you over and smothered you with her long feet, pinning you so that her daughter could get a better grip on you. You broke free of her musty feet only to have Jessica firmly grab you.
With one hand on either of your ankles, she pulled and flipped you into the bag, zipping it up despite your renewed struggles. No matter where you turned in their, there was a strong smell to oppose you. Your head first fell underneath a small mound of ragged, crusty gym socks, which caused you to thrash for only a moment before they were able to completely sap your tiny body of strength. You lied under there, seething and sniffing the soaking, moldy stench of Jessica's hard work. For safe measure though, the two of them stood on either side of the bag, kicking it in mad glee just to make sure they could smuggle you out in silence. In the dark prison of the bag, the kicks rained like angry meteors, shaking up the smell and items so that your misery could only increase as shorts and tennis shoes joined the fray atop your face.
Caroline opened the door as Jessica slipped her backpack back on. Then with substantial effort, she managed to lift the duffel up off the ground and into the waiting room. Her mom first stopped by Dallas's outpost, making sure she knew that they were leaving as they could stand the lack of attention to their patients. A bewildered nurse turned and stared, able to do nothing as the two women walked out, one slightly twitching athletic bag in tow.
You could hear the large mechanical doors open as they wandered out into the parking lot, accompanied by the sound of a trunk popping, where you were loaded in unceremoniously . Amid the excited chatter of the two, what did you hear.  indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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