'TOM, YOU CAN BE MY STINKY SOCK FOR THE DAY.' Cathy says with a smile. 'CLAIRE, THAT LEAVES YOU TO BE AUNTY ANNS INSOLE.'
You then look up to Ann's face, a huge smile is spread across her face as she eyes Claire hungrily.
'OH GOODIE, I WAS HOPING I'D GET LITTLE CLAIRE!' She laughs. 'I'M SORRY TO SAY, I DON'T THINK I'M GOING TO BE GENTLE.'
Claire started crying. You swallow hard and looked up at you step-mom, frightened about what is to come. You don't want to be her sweat sock, do you? With her giant, smelly foot walking in you all day long. Nothing but footwear to the giant, mature woman. It looks like you didn't have choice.
'WELL THEN, TIME TO CHANGE.' Cathy said and looked down to both of you. 'KEEP AN EYE ON THEM WILL YOU ANN?' She asks.
'NO PROBLEM.' Ann replies as Cathy leaves the room. Ann again looks down at you and Claire.
'I GUESS TODAY IS GOING TO BE A FUN DAY.' She tells you both. 'NOT FOR YOU TWO THOUGH. I'M SURE ITS GOING TO BE PRETTY ROUGH BEING YOUR MOMS STINKY SOCK TOM. AND CLAIRE, HOW DOES IT FEEL KNOWING THAT IN A FEW MOMENTS YOU WILL BE NOTHING BUT AN INSOLE FOR MY BIG FEET.' She laughed at this, enjoying her teasing. 'LOOK ON THE BRIGHT SIDE THOUGH HONEY, AT LEAST ITS JUST FOR A DAY. A LOT OF PEOPLE YOUR AGE ARE INSOLES FOR ME PERMANENTLY.'
Cathy soon returns.
'READY TO BE AN INSOLE?' Cathy asked Claire.
'SURE SHE IS.' Ann said. 'I BET SHE CAN'T WAIT.'
'WELL, HERE WE GO.'
Claire began to scream for mercy but Cathy and Ann merely laughed.
'AWWW, LOOKS LIKE SHE'S FRIGHTENED.' Ann cooes.
'WELL, FRIGHTENED OR NOT, SHE BETTER GET USED TO THE IDEA.' Cathy taunted. 'BECAUSE SHE'S GOING NOWHERE BUT UNDER YOUR FOOT.'
Ann chuckled. 'MMMM, LIKE THE SOUND OF THAT CLAIRE?' She said. 'BEING SMUSHED AND WALKED ON BY MY PRETTY FOOT.' She hovered her giant sole above Claire, wiggling her toes playfully.
Claire simply cried.
'TIME TO BE AN INSOLE.' Cathy said with a smile and you watched: Claires body began to melt into the insole! She almost liquefied and ran from her tiny robe and slippers, her form being absorbed into the insole until you could no longer see her.
'WELL LITTLE CLAIRE.' Ann said down to her, smirking. 'TIME FOR YOU TO GO ON MY FOOT. HOPE YOU ENJOY BEING MY INSOLE. OH, BE A DEAR AND KEEP MY FOOT FEELING COMFORTABLE WILL YOU?' She taunted as they both laughed yet again. You hated their laugh, so demeaning and cruel.
Then her foot raised, massive and menacing, and you saw the toes lower to the heel and make contact. You could only imagine how Claire felt. That's when it struck you that you were about to find out, but you had a feeling it was going to be worse for you.
Their attention soon shift to you after mocking Claire a little more.
Cathy then pulls out a pair of white socks, the soles of which look dirty. This only frightened you more.
'ARE YOU READY TOM?' She asked. 'Please, don't! I haven't done anything wrong!' You scream, desperate for them to reconsider. You don't realize it at first but you are crying, begging, pleading. 'Please!!!!' but Cathy merely laughed and danagled one of the socks above you, lowering the toe section down. You continued to begging, falling to your back, as the sock lowered. It's scent became stronger the closer it got and soon you were trapped as the thick cotton fabric landed on you. Cathy continued her cackling as you felt your body begin to tingle. Almost immediately it started to happen, you felt yourself become slack, loose, with no power to move your arms or legs. Then you began to drop, melt in on yourself and start running into the strands of the sock- feeling warm inside but without pain. Only panic. You loose focus and feeling for a moment, your vision is fuzzy and blurry. You can hear mocking laughter, like thunder, from miles above. Soon the tingling fades and your vision returns. Looking up you can see the inside of the sock above you, the smell was horrific, then the two giant women are looking down from the rim of the sock at you even further into the distance. You try to move, to speak, but neither is possible. Panic still runs through you and you know what you have become. Cathy then lifted the sock to her face, still giggling.
'FEEL NICE HONEY?' She asked you her new sock son.
'I BET IT WILL FEEL NICE FOR YOU WHEN HE'S WRAPPED AROUND YOUR FOOT.' Ann laughed.
'YEAH. HE'S PART OF THE INSIDE NOW, RIGHT WERE MY SOLE AND TOES WILL BE.' Cathy explained. 'HE CAN STILL SMELL AND SEE AND I'M SURE HE'LL BE A GOOD LITTLE SOCK BOY AND SOAK UP ANY FOOT SWEAT FOR ME.'
'LIKE HE HAS ANY CHOICE.' Ann added. Cathy laughed and sat down, slipping off her slippers and exposing her massive, pretty feet. She slipped the 'normal' sock on first before bringing her foot up to the sock you now inhabited. You couldn't help but to be intimated by the tanned, well formed foot with strong toes and pink painted nails.
'KEEP MY FOOT COMFY FOR ME SWEETIE.' She tittered before sliding her foot in, wiggling her toes the whole time. You wanted to scream, but you could only stare and wait. You saw the toes lower to the heel and felt them make contact and watched as they slide toward you. You tasted the lightly salty flavor and inhaled the musty smell with no power to stop. You saw the toes slide closer, the huge expanse of her sole following, pressing down with her weight, the taste and smell increasing. Further and further the foot slid into the sandal, until the thick toes slid over your eyes, allowing you a view of their arch - toe flesh everywhere. Cathy got to her feet and walked. Her huge foot settled all of its weight onto you, pressing you down with an unimaginable weight. It felt as though the air had been crushed out of you and you needed to take a breath again. It wasn't painful, and you didn't feel like it was going to make you suffocate, but it seemed like a reflex that needed to be fulfilled. All you could taste and smell was her foot - even though they were not too sweaty yet. You could only imagine what it would be like after she had been walking for a bit.
You realized that you also felt warm inside, tingly with a kind of pleasure you didn't understand, the sensation of her heavy foot completely covering you actually feeling...good.
'OHHH, I LIKE THIS.' You heard her muffled voice say. Then you felt yourself lift. You swing through the air and the reflex breath you had been wanting to take filling your lungs. Then the foot dropped and the untold pressure crushed back into you - heel, sole and toes, you felt like you body was hungrily sucking and loving her massive foot. You realize she had taken a step, the pressure as she stepped down causing the pleasant tingling within you to shoot through the roof. Sure it was uncomfortable, very uncomfortable, and in a way very scary. But something about it was....well, you couldn't put your finger on it.
'HOW WAS THAT, SOCK?' She asked you. 'HOPE IT WAS OKAY BECAUSE I'M GOING TO PUT ON SOME SHOES. I'VE GOT THINGS TO DO AND YOUR AUNT IS HEADED HOME. WE DECIDED YOU TWO ARE GOING TO SPEND THE NEXT WEEK OR TWO AS YOU ARE. DON'T WORRY THOUGH, I WONT PUT YOU IN THE LAUNDRY, I PLAN ON WEARING YOU CONTINUOUSLY THE ENTIRE TIME.'
You heard them both laugh, and the walking resumed: lifting, causing you to draw breath and inhale the scent of her musty foot, then crushing you immensely, filling you with the taste and smell of her giant foot. Then all light went out. She had no doubt put on her shoes. Then it continued, up and down, released and crushed, over and over. You didn't know weather to cry and scream or be happy and loving. He was split between the horror and desire of his situation.
He wondered where his mother was headed.
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