Careful What You Wish For (Chapter 21)

No embellishment was necessary to make himself sound as sickly degraded as Kayla wished for a proper begging, since Cody was so sapped of energy and joy right now, but he’d made his choice with a purpose. He just wanted to be anywhere except at the giantess’s feet. And while having his rubbery sugar-body repeatedly masticated and mangled between pearly whites wasn’t ideal (he knew from experience), becoming stretchy gum might at least be less painful than another iteration of torture below these objectively-gorgeous giant peds which had so completely ruined his life. Cody doubted Kayla would make such a decision out of the kindness of her heart – of which she had none – but maybe she was just bored enough with seeing him fail at her feet to give him a passive role instead by winding his sticky bawling gum-self around her powerful tongue again for a while. It wasn’t exactly a break, but compared to life down here, it was an exotic vacation.

“Hey, not bad. That was ACTUAL begging, for once! Maybe you’re finally improving at something, at least. Even if it’s only asking your least favorite person in the whole world to punish your dinky toe-sucking S&M ass in another hilarious way. So, fine. You can be gum,” Kayla acknowledged, much to the shrinker’s partial relief, though his incredibly-minor victory lasted only a split-second. His human features rippled over, turning bright-pink and gooey-textured, while his genuflected limbs became stuck to the ground. But Kayla didn’t reach down to collect him for chewing duty. “Only, if you think I’m really putting you back in my MOUTH after you’ve been on the floor all this time, getting stomped on and squeezed and soaking up all that muck that’s just ooooozing out of my nasty sweaty feet, you’re psycho. What do I look like to you, a hobo? Unlike you, freak, I happen to have STANDARDS.”

Running wouldn’t have done Cody any good now, but even if he wanted to follow the panic urge to flee, his gum-anatomy kept him pitifully adhered to the ground. Unfortunately, the form he’d just begged for which would’ve made his life mildly easier inside the gnashing hovel of her mouth only left him somehow weaker while out in the open. Those stuck-down arms and legs made Cody an especially easy target as Kayla’s left foot reared up, waggling her toes as if to wave goodbye, before it meteorically plummeted straight down onto him with a leaden whump that vibrated the whole floor and would’ve shattered his shrunken bones to powder, if Cody still had any left for her to break. His pink candied body kept its shape right up until contact, appearing mostly human except for a shine of her spit and gnarly tooth marks tattooed into his gummy skin. But in the span of a single pulse and a colossal smackdown from the giantess’s beefy sole, her toy was rendered a uniform rounded splotch as flat and inhuman as if he’d been run over by a cement mixer, now molded against the curvaceous bulk of her smelly arch.

Though nothing of Cody was recognizably human now, he could still vividly feel the pancaking brunt of Kayla’s foot rolling forward and backward on top of him in order to smear him out into the flimsiest-possible gum puddle beneath her. The annihilating weight of his owner’s entire body concentrated down through just one sole was felt through his every bubblegum-scented atom, yet strangely, he found he could also perceive the smallest details of his deformation at the same time. Those ultra-subtle gridlines in Kayla’s flesh, delicate and fine as could be, were fiercely stamped and imprinted right into Cody’s highly-changeable chewed-up candy flesh, alongside the decorative toothmarks. While he already stunk of her drool before she even stepped on him, that throaty aroma was soon joined by the sharper pickled pungency of wrung-in sweat transferring by grinding compression from her own underfoot creases into the gum-creature now savagely sandwiched between her titanic body and the unyielding floor.

Cody was indeed correct that his body stood up better to castigation by his giantess overlord while in this mushy form, since he only felt sore at first from all the smashing, rather than ready to scream. But there were extremes where apparently even gum could feel pure anguish, and she was pushing him there now, by grating and spreading him into such a near-translucent webbing that he was having trouble distinguishing the strings of his own broken-up physiology from the damp dregs of sneaker insole jam still streaked over the whole underbelly of Kayla’s left foot. For once, Cody was glad that she’d deprived him of a face, because if he still had one, he likely would’ve been involuntarily crying himself hoarse, and hearing that whimper from below her foot would’ve likely only inspired the giggly genie-empowered sadist to keep right on flattening him until either the hard floor or her sole flesh fully absorbed him like lotion.

Just when it seemed the pressure couldn’t get any steeper, Kayla dragged her heel back and then arched it high off the ground, while still keeping the ball of her foot pinned so firmly to the ground that the entire midsection slab paled yellowish-apricot. The result was that Cody’s elongated gum-body was suddenly distended to a murderously straining degree, with one end of him still buried under the giantess’s toes, and the other side slung against her heel, turning him into a hot-pink goop rope that dangled taut along the whole upraised length of her humongous naked sole. While he still lacked the power to make noise, on the inside, he was roaring so emphatically through the obscene discomfort that his slobbery mulched gum-strands seemed to tremor while clinging so terribly to those northern and southern sectors of Kayla’s foot.

“Aren’t you glad you chose this? No, huh? Hey, you can’t blame me. I did exactly what you asked for. Well, almost,” she teased with both mirth and scorn. “You’ve got the begging part down. Now you just have to work on begging for things that don’t make it so freaking EASY to put you in your place, loser. No biggie.”

At long last, Kayla lifted her sole off the ground, allowing the last pieces of Cody’s globbiness to pull free and become stuck in the grooves between toes. Then by a token thought, she transformed him back to human shape, and the shrinker fell back to earth from what felt like the height of a two-story house. Now lacking that moist rubbery composition to protect him from impact, Cody audibly groaned from both the trauma of that plop, as well as all the pent-up grief he’d had to weather while his gummier shape was silently yet laboriously trodden and squelched and distorted into limp putty beneath his personal goddess. Perhaps sickest of all, it occurred to him that if only he’d never met that goddamn genie, and was simply watching Kayla play with a piece of lost gum under her foot in exactly this manner from across the room, it might’ve instead been among the more oddly erotic things he’d ever witnessed.