This choice: Play "footsies" with him • Go Back... “Oh! We should play footsies with him!” Michelle suggested with a devious smile.
“Footsies?” Her sister replied, a bit confused about what this would entail, “Isn’t that a way of flirting?”
“Yeah, I guess,” The younger of the two replies, “But for use we’d put Kenny on the ground between our feet, he’d be like a little foot sandwich,” Michelle added on, trying her best to get her sister to agree with her.
“Oh that sounds fun!” Alex replied, giving no thought to Ken’s attempts at objecting as she began to unlace the Converse boots she had just put on.
“But Alex-” Ken began before he was roughly silenced by the hand of her younger sister.
“Hm? Did Ken say something?” Alex asked, looking up from the complicated laces of her boots.
“Oh, uh no, nothing” Replied Michelle with a smile.
Ken who obviously didn’t think be pressed between two girls feet like trash in a compactor constituted “fun” was desperately trying to tell Alex this. Unfortunately, Michelle’s pale palm held him tightly wrapped in its grasp, his mouth covered by her middle finger, his arms forced at his side by her ring finger, and his legs bound in place by her pinky, all while his head was pushed painfully on by her thumb. At the very least he could see through a gap in her fingers, not that he saw a lot that he wanted to watch as the two girls sat on the floor and began removing their respective footwear. Ken needed to try and get Alex’s attention, they were close enough friends that she would probably stop all of this if he got through to her, but with Michelle’s finger in the way all he could really do was bite down on it, he settled for this as a sort of protest against his situation, even though it probably hurt his teeth more than girls flesh. Regardless, the young giantess was still growing annoyed by Ken gnawing on her finger and made a mental note to give him a special punishment for that later, at least once she had Ken all to herself. For now, though she would have to behave, least Alex decide that helping Ken was a better plan than playing with him.
Finally, after a bit of struggling, Alex had gotten both her boots off. Each time she pulled a bare foot free, it was accompanied by a pop of slightly musty air, due to the sheer tightness of the boots. Alex stared down at her manicured nails, wiggling her toes playful as she did, a frown crossed her face as she saw one detail she didn’t like. Despite putting the boots on barely five minutes ago, her feet glimmered with a fresh coat of slick sweat. As much as she liked boots, they always made her feet so hot, even though she always wore them without socks. And in that heat they would sweat so much that her insoles would feel damp after she took the boots off.
“Okay, I’m ready,” Michelle said, her tone excited.
Alex looked up to see her little sister’s much smaller feet, now free from the grimy socks she’d been wearing for the past week. Michelle’s feet waved back and forth like windshield wipers, bits of sock lint and patches of dirt lining the sole. Alex crinkled her nose as she looked at them, their odor already reaching her nose. She suddenly felt better about herself, her feet may have been a bit sweaty, but at least they didn’t reek like her high school locker room.
“Gross, Michelle, your feet stink,” Alex said, putting her hand up to her nose.
The younger of the two sisters got a little red in the face at the insult, “Well at least they aren’t all slimy like your’s!” She argued back.
Alex blushed a little bit and looked away, “J-just put Ken on the floor so we can play,” she said after a second, not wanting an argument to ruin her fun with the tiny teenager currently clenched in her eleven year old sister’s little hand.
“Fine,” Michelle replied, her tone sharp, but her eagerness to torment a tiny person using her feet outweighing her desire to argue with her sister.
Ken suddenly felt himself falling as Michelle’s grip on him relaxed. He landed in a heap on the thick carpeted floor of Alex’s living room. As the tiny teen hopped up, intending to run as far and as fast as he could to get away from these two girls, he was confronted by a truly horrifying sight. Surrounding him like the walls to a castle were two pairs of feet, lying on their sides and entrapping him in a diamond-esque formation. To one side, Ken saw a set of larger feet, on their sides they stood taller than a house, though standing up on their heels they would have dwarfed Ken by at least ten stories. Each sole was smooth and soft-looking, but glimmered with a fresh coating of sweat that made Ken back away from them a bit.
As he backed up, Ken’s nose began to burn as he entered what felt like a cloud of toxic fumes. Turning around, he saw a smaller set of soles only a few feet away. These soles were far more wrinkled and much dirtier, the sweat coating the first pair of feet was instead replaced by bits of lint and dirt, some engrained in the cracks of this girl’s skin. Chunks of toe jam were even visible from Ken’s unfortunate perspective. Whatever these younger feet lacked in daunting size, they also lacked in hygiene, giving them an outright repulsive odor that caused Ken to back up towards the older girl’s feet.
“Hehe, I don’t think he likes how your feet smell,” Alex taunted her younger sister as Ken backed away from the smaller set of feet.
“Nonsense,” Michelle replied, rather matter-of-factly for such a young girl, “He just hasn’t noticed how sweaty your’s are yet.”
Alex frowned again and kicked her right foot out, smacking Michelle in the sole with it. Whether intentional or not, she ended up scooping up poor Ken as she physically retaliated. Ken suddenly felt the moist surface of Alex’s feet nail him in the back. Accelerating him into the smelly monster he had just tried to escape. With no more than a yelp, Ken found his face pressed into the depths of Michelle’s instep. He gagged as he pulled his face away, the smell had only gotten worse as he got closer. Whereas it had previously only burned his nose, the stench now made his eyes water as if Michelle had dipped her feet in onions, it actually kind of smelled like that. Onions, sunbaked mud, shoe leather, and some other undesirable odors that she had somehow picked up while playing outside. As Ken turned away from the foot, covering his nose, he heard the thirteen year old’s booming voice above him, now causing almost all of his senses to become assaulted
“Ow, jerk!” Michelle yelled.
Michelle kicked at her sister’s foot and once again, Ken was dragged along, the foul smelling surface of Michelle’s foot driving into his back. Ken was thrust back into Alex’s foot, hitting it with a wet smack as he felt the front of his body now soaking with sweat. He also had the misfortune of having his mouth open in a cry of fear just before he slammed into Alex’s sweaty sole. As a result, Ken’s gag reflex kicked. The sole of his friend’s foot tasted just how Ken should have expected it to, like this inside of Alex’s favorite boots with a hint of salt, all warmed to an uncomfortable warmth and served with an invasion of personal space as the two girls pressed together leaving him the writhing meat in the middle of a foot sandwich.
“Brat!” Alex replied as her younger sister retaliated.
Both girls paused a moment as they felt Ken squirming between their feet. A few seconds past before both girls erupted into a fit of giggles.
“Ken feels sooooo good under my foot,” Alex practically moaned, “After this I’m putting him in my boot while I’m at the mall”
“What? No way!” Michelle replied, their last argument still apparently simmering “After this he’s coming with me to meet my friends”
Though the argument was muffled, Ken still got the gist of it. Neither option sounded too terribly enjoyable or even safe. Of course, Ken quickly found that he wouldn’t have a lot of say in who got to keep him.
Ken suddenly felt a pair of toes wrap around his head, pulling his face into the disgusting folds of skin that rested between them. A slick sweat dripping into his hair told him that it was Alex’s foot Alex, the girl who now wanted to drop her friend into her knee high boots to keep her feet company. With his free arm, the other of which had gotten grabbed alongside his head, Ken began punching at Alex’s big toe, hoping to fight back at least a little.
As he continued to struggle against Alex, Ken felt another set of toes wrap around one of his legs. The toes felt much smaller, so Ken assumed they belonged to Michelle, not that he could see anything with his head stuck in Alex’s revolting toe cleavage. Michelle was the unpredictable one, the one who didn’t know Ken and had fair less reason to want to help him, or even be careful with him. She didn’t seem much better of an option than her big sister. Ken began to retaliate against her as well, kicking at her toe with his free leg.
The two girls began to pull their feet, each trying to drag Ken in their direction like a sadistic game of tug-o-war. Ken suddenly felt his body being pulled in two directions and he gave a yell of pain into the wet flesh wrapped around his head. Under normal circumstances, Alex might have heard or felt it and stopped, but she was again engrossed in her fight with her sister. To her Ken’s pleas for help were a minor annoyance. Ken continued to scream and punch and kick as he felt like his body was going to be ripped in half. He no longer cared who won, he just wanted the pain to stop before his spine was torn apart or he was ripped limb from limb.
The tug-o-foot battle went on for a few more agonizing minutes. Finally though, whether it was due to the slippery sweat coating one girl’s foot, the difficulty they had gripping Ken, or maybe even Ken’s struggling attempts to fight back. Ken found himself falling as a winner was declared.  indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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