Careful What You Wish For (Chapter 20)

“Why don’t I feel you PUSHING yet, slave? My feet are killing me, and they’ll be killing you too, if you don’t let them out soon!” Kayla barked from high above, her voice thunderous enough to penetrate the layers, and even dug her heel in deeper against this human-transitioned portion of her filth-crusted shoe inlay. Once again Cody could only worm with what little of his body still had any moveable autonomy, while getting mashed and twisted under her soggy heel. Evidently, she hadn’t just put him in here for a laugh; she really did expect him to try. So when the pressure finally relented again, operating on God-knew-what stamina reserves, the hybridized creature pushed both fatigued hands and even his dirt-smeared face against the thick meaty backend hump of the giantess’s foot with intent to prop it higher. Whether she was helping him by flexing her arch, or he was really succeeding here, Cody couldn’t tell, but he just managed to push her foot up by roughly an inch from its steamy-suctioned resting position against the moist bowels of the shoe. Any further, though, was going to be impossible.

“God, I really have to do everything myself,” Kayla groused. She yanked her own foot out the rest of the way then, ensuring to scrunch her toes around Cody’s head and arms on the way out that he palpably throbbed as if smothered in a giant blood pressure pump. This impatient move came as a relief to the little thing, or at least for a moment, before the giantess gazed in at him with a raised eyebrow, not rushing to transport him back out. “What, did you forget how to count? You do remember I have TWO feet, don’t you, creep? Wow. I’d think YOU, of all things, should’ve at least been able to know that much. You already spent enough of your pointless waste of a life whacking off just THINKING about getting owned by a big mean giant lady’s super-sexy feet. Seems like you’d know how many of them you’d have to worship. Whatever. Just keep it up. I’m already regretting giving you a chance at all.”

After another ominous glance from Kayla, Cody found himself right back where he’d been a few minutes before, only in the mirror-reverse, as she’d integrated his body with the opposite side insole, still viscerally buried under a brawny landslide of wrinkly sweat-sobbing sole flesh. His face and arms grew out of the ruined ground closer to the ball of her foot, but Cody’s task was the same. Kayla’s torment-pet pushed with all his meager might, until it felt like his limbs would bend and snap backwards, and his suffocated facial features might permanently impress their way into the spongy ruddy-peach underfoot terrain like neglected Play-Doh. Just when it felt like he might implode from effort, which for all he knew was entirely possible considering the number of times he’d been miserably resurrected before, Cody shrieked with his last gasp of effort, and was left alone in the mausoleum-like emptiness of his owner’s shoe.

“See? Now was that so hard?” she softly demanded.

Cody couldn’t have answered her, even if he didn’t know it was a cruel rhetorical question, as his squashed face had to slowly retake form like a concave couch cushion laid upon for much too long. The small portion of his body that Kayla had allowed to stay human after that last transformation looked more “himself” than his stints as her perspiration, toejam, and sandal leather, but he was apparently still just pliable enough for her to remold him beneath the pulverizing pressure from the ball of her foot. Plus, as Cody’s sensations were spread throughout the inanimate stage of that greasily sullied insole, he still keenly felt the load-bearing mass of the giantess’s enormous ped pounded into him, despite it already having physically exited the sweat-guttural vessel of her sneaker and left him alone. Beyond worn out now, but with no illusions that his suffering would have a pitstop, he couldn’t even feel remotely grateful when Kayla supernaturally compelled him to materialize back outside the shoe and with the rest of his two-inch human shape restored.

“Sure took your time with that, didn’t you? I guess you REALLY didn’t want it to end. I mean, you BEGGED me for it, and I still had to do most of the work myself,” she accused. Kayla’s expression wasn’t wrathful, but rather calm and collected, which made Cody feel all the more helpless as he faced the now-bare behemoths of both his keeper’s sockless feet. “Or else, you get even more of a terror boner from testing how far you can push me before I stop being so patient with you. Because I can’t think of any other reason why you’d come so close to ticking me off, over and over, even when I give you the literally simplest jobs I can possibly think of. Don’t know why I’m surprised, though. Every time I think you just hit rock bottom, and you can’t get any grosser or dumber or more pathetic, you prove me wrong and do something that makes you even more of a sad foot-horny slimeball bug who doesn’t even deserve to be the crap stuck between my toes. But I still let you be that crap, anyway! And why do I do it? I don’t know, I guess I’m just a nice Goddess like that. Anyway, it’s about time you started doing some real work, besides just whining and feeling bad for yourself while you get hard from being squished to death under my feet. So beg me again, runt. Beg me to turn you into something useful for me. Word of advice? Make the begging good on the first try this time. Because I’m fresh out of second chances to give you.”

Knowing he’d be wise to take Kayla’s warning seriously, Cody hunched on all fours in a bow but struggled not to collapse onto his face, still shivering from the exhaustion and nausea of everything he’d just been through. He gasped several times, gathering the air necessary to even articulate speech, and then did as he was told, with only the narrowest hope of using this chance to mildly lessen his own torment:

“P-Please! GODDESS! I’m… begging… BEGGING you… please, m-make me into your… gum. C-Chew on me… b-between your teeth… and spit me out, l-like the nothing I am.”