Diagnosed, part 10

[part 10]

"Wake up sleepy" A familiar finger probed her naked form. "Come oooon" She was pushed with more strength. "Do you have any idea what time it is?" She actually didn't. She had practically fainted the night before at the brink of dawn, and she found it really hard to get back to reality now, even with an oversized finger constantly pushing her face "Come on, you're not going to stay in bed all day" Rachel grabbed her naked body by the left ankle and dragged her on her desk, next to a plate containing some leftover food.

Erin noticed that it was not her usual breakfast. It looked more like stuff from one's lunch, so she asked Rachel the time. "It's 2 PM, you lazy bum. I mean i get it, we played a bit rough yesterday" Just as Rachel said this, the memory of what had happened came back to her like a flash. No, it had not been just a bad dream. She couldn't really decide what was worse between the fact that she had been used as a butt plug or that those awful girls had taken turns at making her life miserable. She looked around herself, scared to see Jess lurking somewhere. Seeing this, Rachel laughed out loud "what are you worried about? Those mean bullies are gone, they won't hurt you". While she caressed the top of her sister's head with her index finger, she used a tone like she was speaking to a child. Erin exhaled. She feared she would not stand looking at anyone in their eyes, especially Jess. She could barely tolerate the monster she called her sister, but at least this one would feed her.

Erin could feel how grotesque it was for her sister to display any form of affection to her, after being the literal cause of her predicament, but nevertheless, she enjoyed the brief human contact. She indulged into the rubbing motion of the gigantic finger above her until it lasted, and when Rachel grew bored with it, she decided to eat. As usual, there wasn't much into the plate. Mostly scrapped bits of pasta, and a few lumps of meat, covered with what was left of some red sauce. She couldn't remember the last time she had proper food that hadn't been eaten already, but she was too hungry to let this opportunity pass. While she stuffed her mouth with food, she gave a few looks to Rachel, who had laid down on her bed, and was resting her eyes. She probably hadn't done much that morning, but she looked tired. 

Erin thought that it was probably the best moment to finally try and speak to her clearly. This situation had lasted long enough, and there was no way it was going to continue anymore. She had no intention of speaking of what had happened with Jess, and judging by her sister's behavior, she had no idea. But she was determined to say it clearly: nothing like the night earlier could ever happen again. She was still the big sister, and she deserved respect.  Despite her firmness, she had to build the courage to speak up. She finished her food, and sat close to the plate, trying to muster up the words she needed. Rachel noticed she had finished eating, and stood up in order to pick up the dirty plate.

Probably encouraged by the fact that Rachel was doing something for her, Erin thought Now or never. "R-Rachel?" she said, timidly, in sharp contrast with everything she had just thought about. "Huh?" Rachel seemed even unsure that she had heard anything. "We... We need to talk" Erin mumbled. "Sure, let me put this back in the kit-" "No, now". Erin had been surprised by the firmness in her own words. Maybe there was hope after all. Even Rachel seemed impressed, to the point where she went back to her desk, put down the dirty plate, and sat at the office chair. Somehow, her calm and serene expression was even more unnerving compared to her anger. "This sounds very important" she said, smiling softly.

Despite the fact that her sister's face was now occupying most of her field of vision, Erin managed to speak. "This has to end" Erin said in her most serious tone. "This is not right". Rachel frowned. "What do you mean? This what?". It was unnerving. It was clear what Erin was referring to, and she suspected that Rachel was playing around just to have her say it. "The whole situation". Rachel gave her a dubious look. "I'm sorry Rachel. You know there's nothing i can do to grow you back, right?" She was very aware about it. But of course the girl was missing the point, either just to spite her or out of sheer dumbness. "It's not what i meant." she managed to say "And you know it." she dared say. And judging by how high Rachel's eybrows went, she was impressed by her boldness. "Then what needs to end?" Rachel insisted in her game of pretending there was nothing wrong. "Your... Your abuse. You making me do that horrible stuff... You showing me off to your friends... Calling me that way!" she took a brief pause "Making me sleep in a sock! Having me going around naked! What the hell is wrong with you!" She stomped her foot to emphasyze how angry she was. And for the first time in a long period, Rachel seemed to empathyze with her. "Sorry" she said, after a long silence. "I guess things do need to change around here." Erin stood there, speechless, unable to tell if Rachel was serious or not. "What... what do you propose?" Rachel added, looking at her straight in the eyes. She looked genuinely sorry, so much that for a second Erin felt she had been back to when she was in control.

"First of all" she sounded quite at ease with using her tone again. "No more massages. Ever" Rachel nodded. "And i want clothes. I can't just go around like this, or in a napkin!" Rachel followed intently. "Right" she said. "Oh, and no more discarded food!" Erin added in a state of frenzy. She could feel herself going back to where she belonged: on the top. She wouldn't let herself be dragged down by a simple accident of life. "Sure." Rachel nodded. "Actually, sorry if it's the first time i ask you. But do you have a favorite food? Something i can make for you even right now? You know, to make things right". Erin could barely contain a triumphant smile. "No, i'm not hungry now, we'll see tonight. Oh, and one last thing. How's the bed situation? It's taking so long!" She mentioned the bed Rachel had bought for her weeks earlier, and which both seemed to have forgotten in the midst of an unexpected power shift. 

"The bed!" Rachel slapped her forehead so loud that Erin wondered if she had hurt herself. "How could i forget!" she ran to another room and came back with an unlabeled box from a courier. "It came like two days ago and it completely went through my head!". Erin looked at her in disbelief. Her days sleeping in a sock were over. She would have yelled at Rachel, but now she was so happy that she could not get herself to say anything bad. "It took longer because i had it custom made. I wanted it to be a surprise" She put the box on the desk next to Erin. "Go on, open it" Erin practically ran towards the box, and after the initial excitment she found herself unable to make even the smallest opening in the cardboard. "Oh, sorry, let me help" Rachel easily ripped a piece of cardboard using her fingers, but right now Erin was too excited to feel humbled by the gesture. "Go on, take it out" Rachel encouraged her. 

She could hardly drag the thing out of the box, but something felt off. It was true, she managed to read the word "Erin" embroiled in pink on the white mattress fabric, but the whole bed lacked a structure. It was still wrapped in plastic, but the more she looked at it, the less it seemed like an actual bed. "What is it?" Rachel said as she noticed her disappointed expression. "You don't like the color?" True, Erin hated pink but it was definitely not the point at the moment. Without saying anything more, Rachel easily plucked the thing out of its plastic bag, and revealed it in all its glory in front of her incredulous sister. It definitely wasn't the bed they had chosen. It was actually barely a bed at all, and what really gave it away was the pink, stylized bone embroided in the white fabric next to her name, with the same color. "Rach this is not a bed... This is a dog basket!" Erin said, unable to look at her sister. "I'm not a freaking dog!" she screamed. When she finally turned her head in her direction, she was taken aback by the younger girl's sudden serious expression. "You're right, you're not a dog" Said Rachel as she grabbed her sister in her hand, before slamming her on the cold floor between her feet. "You have to earn that status".

In a second, all of Erin's bravado vanished. She wasn't surprised by the fact that she didn't get hurt by the fall, but she screamed when she saw the sole of Rachel's foot aiming straight for her. "NO STOP!" She managed to let out while holding her hands in front of her; but Rachel was relentless. She stomped on her once, then again and again, with increasing force. And although she didn't break anything, it hurt like hell. It got even worse when Rachel decided to stand up, and apply even more strength to her kicks. "You think you still get to talk to me that way?" She screamed between two particularly painful stomps. Somehow, Erin knew there was no need to answer. "You should kiss the ground i walk on just because i don't put you in my shoes like Colette does!"

Huffing, the younger girl sat down again while her sister laid between her feet, wheezing. "You'll wish you were a dog." she said, just before she put her foot on Erin and rolled her back and forth under it. "You're more like a toy now. An object i can use to wipe my feet on. A rug, if you will". Erin could not stand that kind of cruelty. She screamed in pain  the whole time, and as soon as the torture stopped, she only whispered "Rach... Please" which somehow was enough for her to be heard "Please what?" her sister said applying more pressure with her forefoot on her already battered body. Erin spat out the air she had in her, then managed to say the only thing she felt would get her out of that situation. "Let... Let me be your dog!". 

The pressure relented for a second, leaving some space for hope. Then again, the rough skin of Rachel's foot pressed on her naked body without leaving any wiggling space. When the gigantic appendage moved slightly to the side, Erin managed to see her sister's face in the distance. Her vision was blurred by the tears in her eyes, but it was clear that she was smiling from ear to ear. "What was that?" she inquired, like she hadn't heard her words perfectly. It was clear that she only wanted her to humiliate herself further. Erin hesitated, but when Rachel raised her leg once again, exposing the sole of her bare foot to her field of vision, she knew she never wanted anything like that to ever happen again in her lifetime. "Please, Rachel, let me be your dog!" She pleaded. And in a way, she was sincere. Even though she despised her current situation, and the prospects that her sentence implied, she would much rather be literally anything than a kicking bag for her oversized bratty sister.

Rachel seemed satisfied. She lowered her foot to the ground, although this time much closer to Erin's naked body, and poked her lightly with the tip of her big toe. "Aaaw, you're so sweet to ask that" she mocked her while caressing her body. "Is that what you really want?" she continued, perfectly aware that it was not the case. "Y... Yes" Erin said, aware that she was sealing her own fate. "Well, in that case" the giantess brought the toes over Erin's face. "You can lick my feet now". Erin had hoped that she would leave her some time to breathe, but obviously it didn't happen.

The too familiar taste that for a few instants she had hoped to never feel on her tongue ever again smacked through her tastebuds like a basebal bat. As she lapped between the gigantic toes like the proverbial dog, she was left to wonder if she'd made the right choice, but her aching body quickly reminded her that basically anything would be better than the beating she'd just endured. 

"Now that this is out of the way" Rachel said while changing foot. "I think we should decide a name, don't you think?" Erin didn't wait for an order. The simple gesture was enough for her to start licking the other foot on her own initiative. She had basically been trained to do that for the past weeks. Rachel didn't wait for an answer, especially considering that her sister was dealing with a mouthful of her sweat at the moment. "I think the girls had a great idea yesterday".  Erin cringed. She knew exactly where this was leading. "Too bad i already got your old name embroided already. But yes, i think Toejam will suit you just fine". It wasn't the first time Erin got called like that, yet it felt like a knife going through her heart. She managed to keep licking despite the tears that formed in her eyes.

To prove her point further, Rachel eventually made her stand up and had her performing various tricks. Although quite humiliating, "Sit" "Stay" and "Roll" were quite easy to perform, but Erin found "Play dead" to be the most difficult. Not because it was particularly hard but because Rachel's hysterical laughter made her fume with anger that she had no way of expressing. To make things worse, Rachel filmed her with her phone the whole time.

Rachel finally left her alone for the rest of afternoon. She had probably gone to practice, but Erin could not really care at this point. She spent the time lounging naked in her new bed, which was quite comfortable especially compared to the cage she was used to, but it reminded her constantly of her new position in life. Rachel had even gone as far as leaving her a freshly used sock so "she would get used to the smell of her master" as if she couldn't already taste it all the time on the back of her tongue. Every little noise made her jump, she dreaded the moment Rachel would come home but she knew it would eventually happen. When the main door finally opened, she wondered what her sister had in mind for her, and trembled with anxiety. Listening closely, it sounded like Rachel was walking in heels, which was weird considering that she never wore them, especially not after practice. Only when she heard her mother call her sister's name she realized who had actually entered the house. "Rachel!" she heard a second time "I'm home!" Donna never even tried to call her own name. When the door to Rachel's room finally opened, Erin wanted to disappear. How would she explain her new "bed" to her mom without getting Rachel angry? And as if she knew exactly where to look, Donna's gaze found her naked body in a second. Her expression denoted a profound disappointment, almost disgust, and could only say "Now what is going on here?"

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