diagnosed, part 11

[part 11]

Erin was at loss for words. She had no idea why, but she was quite literally paralyzed. She'd already had to deal with her mother since she had shrunk, but for the first time, she was actually confronted with her figure while she was at floor level. The woman's stature, already quite imposing when they were roughly the same size, now was monumental; and to make things worse, she was wearing heels, making her even taller. Erin didn't know if it was something about the actual size of the woman, or the look that she was giving her, but she truly felt insignificant in her presence. 

She used to be the one that made her proud, the daughter she showed off to her friends, and now she was fully naked, laying on an used sock on a dog basket with her name engraved on it. It was so humiliating that she didn't even know where to start. The giantess actually spoke first. "That girl will make me crazy!" she said, obviously speaking about her youngest child. Erin didn't know if it was better to be actually asked about her condition, or if it hurt more to be ignored in such way. She didn't dare speak. "I gave her a chance to be more responsible, and she turns it into a freak show!". The words hurt Erin like a piercing spear, but the worst was definitely yet to come. Her own mother had just called her a freak show. And she was right. 

"And you!" she said, looking at Erin straight in her eyes. She immediately felt compelled to look somewhere else, she just could not withstand the intensity of her judgemental gaze. "You just let her do this to you? I mean, the cage was bad enough already, but this!" she pointed at the mattress. "How could you be that weak?" Erin felt hot tears coming around the corner of her eyes, making it literally impossible to say anything in return. What made everything worse, was hearing the front door open, and then the not-so-delicate footsteps of Rachel quickly making her way towards her bedroom. 

"Toejam!" Erin heard her call her, pushing the metaphorical spear deeper through her heart.  Now she had another thing to account for when inevitably speaking to her mom. "I've got a surprise for y-" Rachel stopped talking when she realized that her mom had already came home. She froze on the doorstep, clearly knowing that she had some degree of explaining to do. After a few, awkward instants, she did something unexpected. "Hey ma'" she said, casually, completely ignoring her mother's pose while she was clearly waiting for an explanation. She went ahead and put the handbag she was holding on the floor, and went to hug her mother. 

"Rachel" Donna gently pushed her away. "Don't you think we have something to talk about?" She had called her by her actual name, which was something she only did when she was furious. "What?" Rachel shrugged, even in front of the evidence. "Her?" she waved in the general direction of her shrunken sister. "What do you think?" Donna sounded even more irritated. She now had both hands on her wide hips. "I gave her to you to help you be more responsible, and that's what you do with your responsibility? Do you think it's normal to have your own sister walk around like that?" she was of course referring to the absence of clothes. "And don't get me started on the dog bed!" she spouted. Rachel took the opportunity. "She asked for it! She begged me to buy it!" she justified herself. It wasn't a complete lie, but of course with that lack of context it didn't do her any favors. Donna turned her head towards Erin, incredulous of the younger girl's words. "Is it true?". Of course it wasn't. She had asked for an actual bed, not for that humiliating thing! "Yes but..." Her choice of words was uneventful. Without giving her the time to explain herself, Donna stopped listening and brought a hand to her face. "Jesus, Erin" the disappointment became tangible. "Oh you have no idea" lied Rachel, whose smile denounced that things were unfolding exactly like she had wanted them too. "She just loves to play doggie! Don't you, Toejam" she said in the most irritating tone, just like she was talking to a puppy.

Now she was just straight up lying? Erin was about to protest, but something in Rachel's eyes made her aware that it wouldn't be her best course of action. She suddently remembered of the cruel stomping session she'd just endured, and lowered her head in defeat. Donna shook her head in disbelief. "Do you really have to call her with that horrible name?" Donna asked when she was able to say something again, now sounding more inquisitive than angry. "Oh it was actually her idea!" Rachel lied again. She just had no limit. "But you don't want to know why, trust me" she said, acting disgusted at her own words. Donna turned her head sideways. It was clear that she did, in fact want to know, but she trusted her daughter and didn't ask. 

"Eh, i'm too tired to deal with this" she shrugged. "I've been on two long flights today and i need to rest" she said, leaving the room. "Ooooh, i have an idea!" Rachel squealed. "Why don't you sit down, and i'll bring you a glass of something? You know you deserve it!". Donna appreciated the offer, and went to the living room with a smile on her face. When the two sisters remained alone in the room, Rachel aggressively grabbed her shrunken sibling, and brought her to her face. She looked like she could kill her in a second. "I didn't say anything, i swear!" Erin said before Rachel even had the opportunity of accusing her. "Good." the giantess hissed, and immediately added "Because if you say a word to her, i'll literally flush you down the toilet. Is that clear?"

Until days earlier, Erin wouldn't have given much thought to such a threat, but after the events of the past few hours, it had become apparent that her sweet little sister wasn't so sweet anymore. Not to mention little. She reclutantly nodded. "Good. Now do everything i say, and act like you like it" She didn't wait for a confirmation. She didn't need one. She simply walked with her sister in her hands to the living room  where Donna was sitting , and placed Erin on the coffee table in front of her. "Wine, madam?" Rachel imitated a waiter. "Rose, thank you very much" Donna answered, amused at Rachel's sudden helpfulness. "Oh, and please get comfortable, ma'am." Rachel indulged in her pantomime. "Do take your shoes off. They sure are beautiful but they look like they hurt. Oh, and and feel free to put your feet up" the girl added while fetching her mother a glass of wine. She didn't like to serve people, but it was just a convoluted scheme to humiliate Erin further.

Donna gave a quick look to Erin, as to say "Did she actually mean it?" then decided it was better to just ignore her daughter's antics. When Rachel came back with the glass in her hand, she noticed that her mom had still her shoes on. "Trust me madam. You're not going to regret taking your shoes off. And please put them on the table!" She said, while bending to give Donna the glass. "Oh Riri" her mom answered. She was calling her with her nickname again "I've been in this shoes all day. I'm sure it'd literally kill poor Erin down there." As soon as she said this, it all became clear in Erin's mind. But as usual, she had nowhere to run. "Oh no, madam, Toejam won't mind" she said with a snicker. "Come on mom, let your girls spoil you for a while" She added, leaving charachter for a second. It seemed enough to convince her.

"You sure you won't mind?" Donna asked Erin, but she  was already removing her left heel. Erin shook her head. She did mind, in fact. She minded a lot. But she just didn't want to end up in the toilet. With a loud "Aaaah" Donna slammed her bare feet on the table, and she was right. The smell immediately reached Erin's nostrils. It didn't kill her literally, but it didn't do her self esteem any favors. "Come on Toejam" Rachel clapped her hands twice, imitating a butler speaking to a lower servant. "Madam deserves one of your legendary massages." 

Donna gave her youngest daughter a puzzled look. "Don't you think this is too much, Riri?" she said, instinctively retreating her legs closer to her body. "Mooom." she sounded annoyed "She loves to be of any kind of help! Why don't you trust me!" Donna rolled her eyes, and without asking any confirmation to Erin, extended her legs on the table so the soles of her feet were directed at her. "Ok then" she had been convinced. Erin gave one last killer look to Rachel, and was only met with a smug smile. She had lost, and she knew it. She walked towards the imposing foot in front of her, and placed her hands on the slimy surface.

It wasn't worse than when Rachel had made her rub her unwashed feet after practice, but it was definitely not a pleasant experience. After the night before she was well aware of the fact that people had different body odors, and her mom made no exception. Her feet smelled similarly ro Rachel's, but they were different somehow, and they had a hint of leather to them, most likely from the shoes. Her only relief was that she didn't have to lick these, at least.

"Mmmmmhh" Donna let out a loud moan. "You two are definitely spoiling me" she said, while looking at Rachel. Erin didn't dare stop, although she took no pride in the compliment. Rachel instead jumped on the sofa close to her mother, and after snatching the remote from the coffee table turned on the TV. "So, what are we watching?" she asked, casually pressing the sole of her sneaker on the edge of the coffee table.

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