Careful What You Wish For (Chapter 16)

For the first time, despite his better judgment, Cody allowed himself to believe that there was a future for him beyond being a malleable anguish-toy for Kayla’s every whim. It was true. His spirit was all but crushed, as was his passion for shrunken underfoot masochism (or so he thought). What’s more, he could hear the frustration and annoyance in the giantess’s voice. She wasn’t letting him go out of pity or sympathy, but instead her lack of interest in owning a slave as broken and apathetic as him. That selfish reason, at last, was enough to convince Cody that this was real. Without delay, he found the energy deep within to launch himself up into a stumbling sprint. Not daring to look back or even catch his breath, the one-incher ran with everything he had.

But only for a few seconds, making less than a foot of progress toward the distant front door, before his pace slowed to a crawl. Every step forward Cody took was weightily reluctant, but for once, not because he was low on stamina. He wasn’t even in much pain now. Nor was there any recognizable supernatural power compelling him like a stringless puppet, because he’d become very familiar with the sensation of Kayla’s machinations. This, now, was all him.

And then after just a few more steps, Cody slumped outright to a halt. Panic ripped through him like a lightning bolt. Too terrified to turn back around and face his owner again, the shrinker stared at the door which would grant him the liberty he so desperately wanted and needed. Why couldn’t he make himself do it? It was right there. After all this time, so many hours and days yearning to take back his idiotic wish, he’d accidentally earned himself a shot at redemption by literally boring Kayla out of her sadistic glee. And now, with no obstacles standing in the way except his own apparent subconscious desire to stay in the giantess’s orbit – and continue soaking up all the laughter and cruelty and steamy briny pore-oozy foot sweat – Cody was doing nothing. His insides clenched and his pulse stampeded, realizing that he was in this exact moment watching perhaps his final-ever opportunity for freedom pass him by, and it was all his fault. But still it wasn’t enough to make him go. Which, he realized in a fit of sorrowful self-pitying rage, probably meant he deserved every ounce of abuse yet to come.

“That’s what I thought,” Kayla said with an arrogant smirk. “You know what to do. Thing.”

With heartbreaking ease, Cody turned around and obeyed, though still not by Kayla’s control over him, so far as he could tell. He just wanted to go back, or rather he needed to. Upon pivoting, he watched as the giantess’s colossal right foot hover off the floor and then slam down hard a short distance back. She pointed to the now-vacant space where her sole had just rested, and immediately Cody understood that was to be the altar where he bowed to her in recompense for his failure to leave. Considering her ped had been resting on that spot for a while unbudged, the ground was now christened with a perfect liquid-shimmering impression of her whole enormous sweat-sodden footprint. Head hung, Cody shuffled through the greasy moisture rings left behind by her toepads, and stopped himself where the damp center of her meaty wrinkle-rife sole once laid. Even without her actual foot still there, the cloying humidity and vinegary stench rose from the floor in a palpable marshland-like mist. Just as naturally, Cody dropped to his knees and then fully lowered himself into the deepest genuflection he could. It had all happened so fast, the one-incher almost couldn’t believe it was real, yet it was. He’d just been gifted a wide-open window to break free from the worst circumstances any human alive or dead had surely ever experienced. And just like Kayla teasingly predicted, some deeply-buried sexually-depraved corner of his psyche wouldn’t allow it.

“You really are unreal, freak. Aren’t you? Just a tiny weak useless insignificant MISTAKE of a thing,” the giantess thundered. Though Kayla had always simultaneously savored and abhorred every time she gave Cody a dressing-down, there was an especially godlike extreme to both ends of the spectrum this time, as she grinned ear-to-ear while still speaking with the most venomous contempt he’d ever heard. “It makes me sick sometimes, just looking at you. I don’t even know why you bothered getting up like that, pretending like you could ever give this up. You were just lying to yourself. And me. But now we both know the truth, once and for all. Nothing was holding you back there, loser, except you. Let’s face it: it wasn’t some stupid accident when you wished to be owned under the feet of the last person you’d ever want to have you. I mean, yeah, it WAS stupid, and disgusting and crazy and messed-up, but it was also completely on purpose, because this is where you belong. In front of my feet. Bowing. Obeying. Sticking your pathetic little face into the same dirty ground where I put down my foot. That’s all you’ve ever wanted, deep down inside. It’s all you’ve ever deserved, and it’s all you’re ever going to get.

“Which means no more freebie get-out-of-jail tickets. That was a one-time chance. Never again. Because you really weren’t worth keeping around, if you ACTUALLY had it in you to somehow walk all the way to that door and leave. That’s no fun for me. So I wouldn’t have been sorry to see you go. I’d probably even forget about you after a while. But now? I know it’s in there somewhere: that unbelievable loony sicko pervy thing-ness that makes you want to kiss a big sweaty foot that just stamped you into a bloody pulp a hundred times in a row. It’s always been there. And now I know for sure that you still get a nasty kick out of this, that you actually care, and that’s all I need.

“God, it must just eat you up alive on the inside. To know that if you were just strong enough to make yourself act NORMAL for ten seconds, you could’ve walked out of here and avoided everything that I’m going to do with you for the rest of your slimy weirdo shrinky-dink little life under my feet. But you couldn’t even fake it for that long, which means you NEED this. Oh, God, you need it so bad. You need to get the shit stomped out of you under my soles and all my sweat wrung out down your throat and the freaking life squeezed out of your string-bean neck by my toes, over and over and over again. You need it like a drug. Like… oxygen. Can you even imagine anything more PATHETIC than that, Cody? Because I can’t. I’m trying really hard here, and I seriously can’t think of anything, whether it exists or not, that’s worse or sadder or more hilarious than a dumb scared losery foot-humping excuse for a living thing. It’s just… you. And since you obviously don’t even know yourself well enough yet, since you were in enough denial to actually TRY and walk away when we both know damn well now that you never could, we’re just going to have to teach you what I’ve already known all along. So start licking up all that sweat from my foot, right now. Every drop is going inside you. In fact, I don’t want to see ANY part of my footprint left when I walk back through here. If I do, I’ll just make a new one for you to drink away, too. Which, knowing you, is probably exactly what you want, but believe me, I can make you wish you’d lived your whole life without ever seeing a single bare foot. Or maybe I’ll just make you wish you’d never been born. Depends how I’m feeling. Anyhow, come find me when you’re done, and BEG me to give you something else to do. Something that’ll really leave you in a disgusting little twist. And we’ll see if you deserve it.”

Then Kayla knelt toward the floor where Cody was still obediently bowed, watching intently as he immediately commenced slurping up the spacious salt-gleaming bogginess of the perspiration stamp she’d left on the hardwood. Despite how instantly he complied, though, the giantess still wasn’t above chuckling with self-satisfaction, then pursing her lips and spewing out a frothy wad of spit that landed with a heavy splat on the shrinker’s back, adding even more fluid to the already vast meal he had in store. She stalked away after that, with every concussive footfall that reverberated through the floor making the repulsive sweat drops already guzzled into little Cody’s body leap and sputter like a chemical reaction about to bubble over.