Careful What You Wish For (Chapter 5)

“See? That wasn’t so hard to explain, was it?” Kayla taunted. She stroked her chin in contemplation, then seemed to concentrate intently on the three-inch subject now wedged between her burly perspiration-oiled insteps, though Cody couldn’t tell why. “I gotta hand it to you, shrimp. Yeah, it was weird to suddenly be chewing on your little ass, but the payoff is totally worth it. Only… maybe I don’t have to make you normal again yet. Or, you know, at all. Ever. It seems like it would be such a waste, to just pretend this never happened, or that I never learned you’re apparently one of those scummy little foot freak dudes. I say we make the most of it. So, maybe you should just get comfortable down there for now. It’s what you wanted, anyway, right? You had a genie who could give you ANYTHING in the whole freaking universe, and you wished for my big ol’ sweaty feet to smoosh the crap out of you? That’s really saying something. And since you just gave me such a cool new toy… that toy being yourself… I’d have to be a pretty major ‘bitch,’ as you put it, not to give you exactly what you wished for. What did you say this ‘other’ me did with you, anyway? She made it so you turned into anything that went near my mouth, right? Well… maybe it’s just because she’s me, but I’d say she’s a genius. Almost. She was missing out on one little tweak to make it perfect.”

Cody could ominously envision exactly where this situation was going, but was too humiliated and stunned to make a sound in response. Or at least not yet, until Kayla – with an adventurous glint of curiosity in her expression – produced a nail file from her desk drawer, then crossed one foot up over her thigh and brought the sandpapery-textured stick in front of her big toenail. Immediately, Cody’s three-inch corpus vanished, and he materialized once again with only a powerless micro-human face decoratively emerged from one end of the file in her hand. It was only then, much too late to convince the snickering giantess otherwise, that the re-hybridized victim let out a cry of protest just before his face was dragged directly along the dull unkempt keratin precipice of that nail. While Cody knew it was better than discovering Kayla kept her toenails sharp, her rapid back-and-forth sawing motion with him ensured that his face took quite a beating anyway, both from the relentless friction and the rough plate-edge texture of her nail. He doubted his squishily-human face was able to do much to help her compared to the grainier terrain of the actual nail file, but then again, he knew that wasn’t the point.

All the while, as Cody sputtered and grimaced through the face-razing aches of serving as a toenail-duster, Kayla herself only brightly chuckled with the same optimistic discovery of someone watching their own invention work for the first time. She was loving this, and the longer she grated the poor shrinker’s countenance over the broad hump of all ten toenails, it became clearer to Cody that the “real” Kayla and the Kayla he’d escaped weren’t really so different after all. When she bored of testing out the file, which thankfully happened after only a few minutes of scraping him across that most-agonizing sweet spot on each dirty briny-fragrant digit, she chucked him aside and instead went to scoop up her recently-worn sneakers, still containing the wadded-up tubes of her socks darkened to a deeper shade of charcoal by glistening liquid-impregnated sweat.

“Yeah, I just don’t know why you wanted to wish your way out of this!” Kayla joked, while prying open the mouth of the soppily-abused sock and cramming her foot directly inside. On cue, Cody’s melded-in entity transferred from the nail file into the sock, with his face positioned inside the malleable cotton pouch along the deepest trench, just in time for those squirming meaty-bulbed toes to bludgeon straight into him as she tugged the fabric skin-snug to the long sultry contours of her flexed arch. “But, then again, I can’t understand why somebody could ever be enough of a gross whacked-out self-hating creep to be into feet, of all things, and also choose to get stomped on by somebody they hate, who has all the power over you. So, what do I know? If this is your thing, it’s your thing. Don’t get me wrong, it’s still a weird super-twisted thing that kind of makes me want to puke on you, but it’s YOUR thing! And the way I see it, as thanks for making me so powerful, I owe you every single nasty wish you’ve apparently ever had about my feet!”

Cody could only partly absorb Kayla’s commentary while more-urgently absorbing the body-stretching pressure and steaming reek of her gigantic foot, grievously form-filled inside his pliant new sock-body. Her greasy toepads smothered and shoved across his face, and despite the forgiving yield of her damp flesh compared to her nails, the giantess made up for that previous cutting discomfort with brute-force thrust below the doughy squeezed-together pillars of those digits. Every single thread of his hybrid-sock body prickled anew like amateur acupuncture every time it was either stretched or contracted at all in any direction, which happened unfortunately frequently, since Kayla was happily spreading her toes and keeping her wet sour-anointed sole in a constant fluxing state of wrinkle-morphing curvatures, so some part of the sock was eternally being manipulated. Yet Cody’s face still took the worst of her punishment, as she alternately gripped his features against the puttied smell-drenched shafts of her peachy toes or simply impressed him against the humid spiral-printed undersides, until his anguished half-head was causing the outside of the sock-form to bulge out like a pebble caught inside. This was all bad enough as it was, but Kayla was plainly having too much fun to let Cody come anywhere close to numbing himself against this latest treatment, and soon stripped the sock free with a slingshot-like yank that made him yelp from deep inside the musky cotton-jammed tunnel as though he’d taken a direct roundhouse kick to the nonexistent groin.

“I don’t normally go sockless with these shoes, because it gets so sweaty in there, I’d just be slipping and sliding around for the whole workout. But I think I’ll make an exception for you, freak,” Kayla reported, after discarding the sock and instead grabbing up the vacant sneaker. Cody couldn’t see what was happening from below the moist heavily-enfolded layers of his own transfigured insides, but got a much better look seconds later once the giantess’s foot was violently crammed into the shoe, and his face was supernaturally migrated to instead fill in the sunken depression along the southern region of her ratty fluid-stained insole just in time for her heel – the very reason why there was a crater molded there at all – to smush mercilessly down upon his face like a puny half-filled water balloon, ready to burst at any moment.