Life SocksByAsukafanA PSO Production I came home from like I had athousand other times however the second I walked in the door my entire bodyjolted and I hit the floor. I awoke a few minutes later surrounded by my lowshag carpet. I was a bit groggy but as I stood up I realized something was wrongwhen I stood up and my sofa loomed in front of me â€œHi Jaredâ€ â€œJ,J,Judy? Your huge?â€ â€œDo you like it?â€ â€œYou mean you did this? Why?â€ â€œI was bored with you Jared and this way I get the kids,the house, everythingâ€ â€œYou bitchâ€ â€œWatch your mouth, in fact work your mouth and enjoy yournew place in life. I want you to lick my nylon covered foot.â€ I watched in awe as one of her feet came off ofthe sofa and landed mere inches from me. I back pedaled but her other footknocked me over.
â€œNot so fast Jared. I have had a hard day and I think myfeet deserve a little TLC don't you?â€ â€œGet the fuck away from me. Just change me back now.â€ â€œYou are a riot dear. Now get licking before my patiencewears offâ€ Judy's foot stomped down in front of me sendingme onto my knees, with her foot in front of me I looked up at her and Judy'sphone rang. She made a motion to her feet and I lowered my face towards herfoot. The strong smell of sweat wafted through the air around me. My stomachclenched and I wanted to die as I couldn't seem to escape the miserable stenchemitting from her foot. As I lowered my face so it touched my wife's foot Ididn't once open my mouth. I just held it there. I could feel the sweat seepinginto through the small crack where my lower lip met my upper. The smallestdroplet of sweat made it through my lips and I pulled away coughing and gagging.
This only brought a round of laughter from Judy who then returned to talking toone of her clients.
â€œWell Jared, I have to get up early tomorrow, so I guessit's off to bed for usâ€ â€œChange me back, I mean now! Look we can talk about thisâ€ Judy bent down and grabbed me. The room went byin a blur but it didn't matter. I knew what was on these walls. I could hear theclacking of her shoes hitting the wood stairs which I didn't understand becausethat meant we were going downstairs to the family room.
As we traveled down the stairs Judy's sweatyhand remained around me tightly blocking out all the light. I could still tastethe horrible droplets of sweat that pierced my tightly clenched lips. I feltJudy pause at the end of the stairway and then turn sharply. A scraping noisepassed through the room and finally I felt myself leave Judy's hands. I fellthrough the air unable to stop myself until I hit the floor. I looked around tosee a glass floor and then back up at Judy. She smiled at me a she put the lidback on. I could only cry myself to sleep as I slept in a glass aquarium in thefamily rec. room.
I awoke the next day cold. I reached over forthe blankets and it all came back to me. I opened my eyes to see that I wasstill in the glass aquarium. I looked across the room and saw that the vcrclock only read 7am, which meant Judy had already gone too work. I spent muchof the morning lying around there was nothing else I really could do. It wasn'tuntil I head the booming voice of my daughter Michelle that I bolted up from theground.
â€œI think I left them in rec. room Karen, let me grab themand I will meet you down stairs.â€ â€œAlrightâ€ The footsteps grew louder as my daughterMichelle came into full view, her blonde wavy hair, her black pants and bluetop. I couldn't believe how huge she looked. Her eyes scanned the room andfixated on a small box on the coffee table. She grabbed it quickly hugging it toher chest. She started to run back towards the stairs when she spotted theaquarium. Michelle gracefully moved forward becoming larger and larger intoview. She crouched down so her face was level with the tank. I backed up as faras I could but my back was firmly against the hind glass all too quick.
â€œDad? Is that you?â€ â€œYour mom, she, sheâ€â€œYou mean she really did it huh? Wow, it looks like yourcoming with me for awhile.â€ â€œWhat? Noâ€ â€œI don't think you have much say in the matter.â€ She set down the box on the table in front ofthe aquarium. Marlboro reflected on the glass of the aquarium. My face turnedfrom trepid fear to anger. My family knew how I felt about smoking and Iinstilled certain values.
â€œMichelle Judith Scott! Just what are those?â€ â€œI smoke dad, I use to hide it from you but now you're justa little man! You don't scare me anymoreâ€ â€œYou listen hereâ€ â€œNo you listenâ€ I could only watch as she easily lifted the lidoff the aquarium that surely was a few tons to me. I didn't even fight anymoreas her hand lowered as there was no point. She easily grasped me and lifted meup to her face.
â€œMichelle, please I'm sorry but, you have to help meâ€ â€œI don't have to do anything you say anymoreâ€ Michelle tossed me up into the air and thencaught me. she continued to do this as she walked up the stairs and through thekitchen and into the basement. I was starting to feel sick from the constant upand down motions The room is still spinning as Michelle carriesme across the room. I can't believe my own daughter knew this was going tohappen to me and didn't care. Once I regained my senses I found myself fallingonto the cement floor of the basement. Just behind me was a giant ash tray andon either side of me were two giants, one of which being my daughter and theother her best friend.
â€œwhat's that? Some fancy lighter?â€ Karen's hand swept towards me at insanely quickspeeds. She shoved my face against a long rod. My left eye was over far enoughso that I could still see. I concentrated on the rod trying to figure out whatit was but it was my nose that identified it. It was a cigarette, her handssqueezed me tight and passed around my whole body.
â€œWhere's the switch? This is a wicked lighter, it feelssquishy and warmâ€ â€œThat's because it's my dadâ€ â€œHAHA yeah rightâ€ Karen lifted me up to her face and just staredat me intently for a few moments slowly realizing the truth.
â€œIt really is you isn't it Mr. Sco err Jaredâ€ â€œWhat'd you guys do to him?â€ â€œMom shrunk him, ain't he coolâ€ â€œSo your not grounded anymore right?â€ â€œOh I had forgotten about that.â€ â€œAww look he is covering up, I think he is afraid Michelleâ€ â€œWell dad, I think it's only fair if you fill out the restof my punishmentâ€ â€œYou can't be seriousâ€ â€œI think you can start off rubbing Karen's feet.â€ â€œWhat?â€ â€œI didn't ask for back talk, just do it dadâ€ â€œI am still your father young lady and I will not betreated like thisâ€ Michelle lowered her cigarette down. She tippedthe end dropping a few of the ashes into the tray and then she shoved it into mybare stomach. I screamed and yelped in pain as she pushed it in deeper anddeeper. I tumbled backwards onto my back as Michelle's cigarette burned into myskin.
â€œHAHA your evil Michelle, this almost as bad as when youstarted that Kitten on fireâ€ â€œNow dad, are you going to massage Karen's feet?â€ â€œyes, yes please anything just get it offâ€ screams Jaredfrantically With a smirk from Michelle and a grin from KarenMichelle pulls the cigarette away from her dad puts it back in her mouth.
I look down at chest which feels like itssmoldering. I struggle to my feet and make way over to Karen with my breathingheavily labored. She lifts her foot up as a look of awe passes over my face asher foot is a bit bigger then me. I take a deep breath and grab the rough soleof Karen.
â€œWhy don't you lick my calluses little Jaredâ€ â€œFuck that, your lucky I am massaging your..â€â€You show respect to Karen dad, We are in charge, in fact you should addressKaren as Mistress Hathaway, or Goddess Hathaway, understood?â€ I had to bite my lip to keep from sayinganything. I can feel there eyes prying at me as I move my face closer and closerto Karen's monstrous foot. They don't smell too bad. They have a Kiwi Mangosmell that is quite overpowering.
â€œHurry it up down thereâ€ I don't reply but I do nod to acknowledge Karen.
I refuse to call her mistress or goddess Hathaway. As my tongue hits hercalluses I feel different. I continue licking away as the girls talk I am forcedto continually lick the calluses on Karens foot.
â€œLook at him go, he is like human lotion, revitalizing mysole. My feet feel amazingâ€ â€œJust make sure you don't step on him, I want to dieâ€ â€œbut you said he couldn't be..:â€ â€œKaren shut up about thatâ€ â€œsorryâ€ The bottom of Karen's foot was rough and Kiwimango smell was toxic. As my tongue hit her rough skin it felt like I waslicking a brick wall. Her rough rough skin tore away at my tongue. I grimaced inpain but was forced to continue on. The oils from her lotion mixed in with herfoot sweat landed on my tongue causing a stinging pain to pass through me.
â€œDad get over here, I want you to suck on my toe.â€ â€œDon't keep your goddess waiting Jaredâ€ giggles Karen â€œCome on, Michelle you can'tâ€ â€œYou can't yap and suck at the same timeâ€ I could hear footsteps coming down the stairs.
â€œshit who could it beâ€ â€œWait, Michelle noâ€ Her monstrous foot comes over head. I can smellthe fumes radiating off of her sock. I barely get a scream out before her sockis on top of me, her foot has my arms pinned at my sides and I find myselfunable to move. The sock has a strong sweaty smell emitting from it. I strugglebeneath her foot but its not use. It was like I was buried alive by a ton ofgarbage and wasn't allowed the mercy of death. The smell was worse then I couldever imagine. I can feel my body being crushed. I painfully cry out but it'smuffled by Michelle's foot. In a matter of moments I find my entire being paperthin. Michelle lifts my now thin body up into the air smiles.
â€œWhat do you think dad? You're about as thick as paper,only more rectangularâ€ â€œKaren do you have still have that kit in your purseâ€ â€œYeahâ€ My vision was more spread out now that I wasflat. Michelle was nothing but smiles as she pulled her black sock off of herfoot. My back is pressed against her damp sock and I could feel her sweatsocking through me. I begin to feel all crusty inside. A few moments laterMichelle shoved a needle through me. I cry out in pain but I find that I have novoice when I am in this form. Internally, I scream and am near tears as Michellecontinues to sew me onto her sock.
â€œwow that's coolâ€â€yeah, I think dad is gonna be spending some quality time with meâ€ As she finishes I can feel myself lifted up andI am dangling in front of her face.
â€œI know you didn't know I smoked, but there isn't much youcan do about it now, well I think Karen and I are going out so smell ya laterdadâ€ â€œwhat, you can't leave me right here.â€â€you are right, here let me give you a handâ€ I feel Michelle's warm fingers lift me up offthe cold floor. Everything went whizzing by as she and Karen up the stairs. Ifelt light and airy as everything whizzed by. I was strangely cold andMichelle's fingers warmed me slightly but I found myself drifting to the ground.
I fell into something dark Michelle looked to be hundreds of miles away as shesmiled down at me. Both her and Karen blew a puff of smoke at me and walkedaway.
I was alone again, it felt good to be alone butI needed to escape. I tried to sit up but I couldn't seem to move. It was like Iwas paralyzed. I could feel my muscles moving only nothing happened.
Time passed by slowly but I finally hearsomething stirring. Tremors roll across the ground like waves onto the beach.
The voice is distant and hard to make out but whatever I am its being picked up.
A gigantic shoe rolls over onto the top of me, forgetting my state I go to pushit off but I have no hands. Just great I think to myself. The bag rocks fromside to side and the muddy and dusty tread of the shoe is scraping against me asthe bag rocks and I find myself getting dusty and dirty.
Light finally shines in and I see the face ofeldest daughter Stacie, her hair is pulled back into a pony tail. She wore tightblack spandex pants and a white top. As she grabbed onto the sock I was attachedto I prayed that I would be seen but I wasn't I felt her foot slide into thesock and press firmly against my back. The floor, was everywhere, it was alocker room tiled floor. My face, my body was pressed against the cold tilefloor. I could smell the strong scent of sweat on Stacie's foot. I was thenlifted up and off the floor for only but a moment but here workout shoes cameinto view. The mouth of the shoe was huge. As she moved her foot forward I coulddo nothing to stop it. I was a merely a long for the ride as she pushed her footinto her shoes. The smell of old sweat was everywhere. My face was pressed intoher still damp insole. The pressure was immense as Stacie walked around I felthe foot press me deeper and deeper into her insole. I prayed for suffocation butI found myself not needing air. Stacie's movements grew quicker and quicker andas the movements quickened.
As Stacie's footfalls quickened her foot wouldrise to the top of the shoe ripping me from the insole and then on the down stepsquashing me back into damp insole. I could feel the musty heat coming off herfoot warming my flat body. I scream internally knowing there is no escape fromthis hell. As Stacie continues her work out the heat in her shoe rises more andmore, soon each step she takes painfully rips me off of the insole. As shecontinues her work out, I can feel the thread holding me to the insole startwane in its strength.
Everythingis slowly becomes a blur until finally I feel myself ripped off of the sock asduring one of her steps. The next steps are painful. I start to wonder if thiswill ever end but finally I can feel Stacie's foot pull away from my body. Asher foot leaves me I can feel air start to enter my lungs and my body start tore-inflate. I still felt sick and sweaty but slowly I am re-flating, I can hearStacie changing so I know that I don't have a lot of time left.
Finally I can feel my legs and move them. Ipainfully make my way up to my feet. My knees wobble as I stand up. Stacielooks just plain huge.
â€œStacie! Stacieâ€ â€œHuh? Who said that? Who is thereâ€ Her eyes make there way down and focus on me. Anall too familiar grin crosses her face as she grabs me.
â€œDaddy look you're so small, but you smell like my feethaha. I never knew you were a foot man.â€ â€œhoney, your mom did this to me. Please help meâ€ â€œI suppose I can take you home in my bag, I know you arejust itching to get back in that little cage of yoursâ€ â€œWe can talk more at home.â€ I kick wildly as I am lowered back down into herbag along with her shoes. I look down seeing her sweaty spandex pants and hershirt already in there. The shoes tumble over and I fall onto the spandexshorts, before I can roll over I hear the zipping of the bag. Darkness engulfsmy confines and the swaying begins once again. I lie in a wet sweat stain on mydaughter's spandex pants as she walks home, forever sealing my fate as a pet tomy wife and kids.