Diagnosed, part 7

[part 7]

To say that the girls were curious would have been a dramatic understatement. All of their eyes were now focused on the furious tiny. The tension in the air was almost unbearable. The implications in Rachel's words were clear. They just couldn't believe that she was serious. Yet, they had just witnessed the once proud girl debase herself in a way that they never thought possible, and this would just raise the bar.

"Rachel" was the only thing that Erin managed to say. "Yeeeees?" her sister mocked her while she innocently looked away from her and squeezed her big toes one against the other. "Please stop. This is not funny anymore" Erin begged, looking at the ground. She couldn't get herself to look in front of her, where the raised soles of her little sister's feet dwarfed her tiny figure. Having figured what Rachel wanted from her, Jessica stepped forward in her defence. "Come on Rachel, can't you see that she's begging you? For God's sake, we haven't even showered after practice!". The other girls didn't say a thing. Rachel looked at her friend straight in her eyes, and said "Don't worry. She's used to it". She had said it with a calm tone, but in her eyes transpared all the rush of power that she was experiencing in that moment. For her whole life the tiny woman at her feet had bullied and belittled her in front of other people, and now she was the one on top in this relationship. There was no way she wouldn't take advantage of the situation.

Jessica was going to protest further, but Rachel stopped her before she could say more. "Tell you what. After i'm done with her, she's yours for the rest of the night. You can do whatever you want with her" Jessica blushed, and muted herself from the embarassment. She couldn't even stand the gaze of the shrunken woman, who had turned towards her to check her reaction. "Well, if it means keeping her away from you, that's fine" Jessica managed to say with a faint voice, still red as a bell pepper. She knew she hadn't sounded very convincing because the other girls collectively reacted laughing at her words. All except Erin, who coulnd't believe that those young brats were discussing her fate like she was somebody's property.  "Listen here!" She yelled "I'm not a toy! You can't just hand me to whoever you want! I'm a person! I'm not yours to bully! Wait until mo..." Erin's words were cut short when she was snatched from the ground. It was Colette, the rich blonde who only wore design clothing. "You don't get to decide shit anymore" the apparently shy girl said in a firm tone. It was terrifying. 

While she was held in her fist, surrounded by the girl's carefully manicured fingers, Erin had the time to notice that even though her grasp was much firmer compared to Rachel's, it was somehow more gracious, less clumsy. Almost like she was used to grab people in her hands. "Now i will put you on the ground and you'll do as you're told." Added the seemingly innocent young woman like she was speaking to her inferior. "Understand?" Erin wanted to speak, but an oversized finger poked her right in the face, causing her a world of pain. "Understand?" Colette repeated a second time, with a slightly altered tone. With tears in her eyes, Erin could do nothing but nod, even though it was the last thing she'd wanted to do.

The other girls collectively looked at their friend, all of them surprised to see that new side of her personality that they had never encountered before. "I've got some experience" the french girl shrugged. She then put the naked Erin on the ground, and set her free. The woman took a few hesitant steps in front of her, but realized she had no alternatives. When she was in front of Rachel's foot again, she stuck out her tongue, and licked. The taste was awful as usual, but this time it was the humiliation in the act that she was performing that was too much to bear. Her vision was blurred by her own tears, and maybe it was for the best. The only thing she would have seen was the sweaty surface that she was busy to clean with her mouth.

"Oh my god" one of the girls exclaimed. "That's pathetic" another one said. Erin had no way of knowing who said what, she just kept licking mechanically, trying not to think of what was happening and the implications of her actions. True, it was hard to take her mind away from that awful taste, but she tried with all her might.

While the tiny girl debased herself at the feet of her younger sister, the others looked at her, mesmerized by the ease with wich the snobby older girl had been forced to do something so humiliating by one of the most unsuspecting people they knew. "Jesus Colette?" Jessi asked first "Where did you learn that stuff?" Colette didn't seem too eager to answer, but in the end she smiled and said "Eh, what the hell. You guys can keep a secret, can't you?". The girls looked puzzled, and Colette kept them waiting for a second. She was the only one among the normal sized girls who still had her shoes on. That was the moment when she decided to take them off. As she slipped off her ballerinas, the girls looked at her with increasing curiosity, until they collectively gasped when she showed what was inside.

"What the fuck?" Jessi seemed upset, and Erin decided to turn and try to figure out what was causing the commotion. When she finally saw what was inside Colette's flats, she had to look a second time because she thought her eyes were failing her, but it was unmistakable. In each shoe there was a living, breathing naked woman tied to the insole with her belly up. Their chest would inflate and deflate rythmically, so they were definitely alive, but they didn't seem to enjoy what was happening to them.

"Man, that's fucked up!" Francesca was the first to say. "Trust me, you have no idea how comfortable they are" Colette justified herself. Sarah took one shoe in her hands to have a better look at the poor woman trapped inside. "Dude, they look so much alike! Are they twins?". Colette smiled proudly and answered "Actually yes. They were quite expensive to be honest". The girls looked at the insole women for a while, talking about how Colette had come in possession of them and how in her family it was actually normal to buy tinies. It wasn't exactly legal, but with the right money it was quite easy. "So that's the reason why you always hide your shoes when you change for practice! I thought you were afraid that somebody would steal your precious Guccis" said Jessica with a shoe in her hands, while she seemingly had forgotten about acting all defensive towards Erin earlier. Apparently, it was a feeling she only had for her and not other people unfortunate enough to end up as someone else's property. When Rachel took the flat in her hand, she carefully inspected its content, and said "And you complain about me!" while looking at her shrunken sister. "I could have sold you and you could have ended up to somebody like Colette! Can you imagine being in the place of one of those two?" She said, showing the instep of Colette's shoes to Erin. She could now truly see how desperate the situation was for the poor twins. The one in front of her was a young, athletic blonde, whose body now glistened with foot sweat from a spoiled brat who seemed to enjoy the feeling of literally stepping on another human being. She was also covered in dirt and toejam, and she briefly looked at her, only to lower her gaze in defeat. 

"You should actually be grateful to me for keeping you around! Which reminds me..."  Rachel said, wiggling her toes in Erin's face. The tiny didn't need to hear what the giantess wanted, and went back to lick the bottom of her feet. When Colette was handed her shoes, she didn't put them back on. She let her feet air out, and eventually asked "Can i try her?" obviously referring to Erin. Without giving it a thought, Rachel answered "Sure, i don't see why not". Erin's heart sank. Her own sister had been ready to pass her around like a cheap piece of clothing, not even asking if she was ok with it. And of course, the two sisters asked for their turn immediately after. "Sure, girls. We have all night in front of us!" Rachel said joyfully as she pushed Erin towards Colette's now exposed bare feet. "Go on, show what you've learned" she encouraged her distraught sister. 

"Do between the toes first" Colette ordered. "That's where it's dirtier" the girl pointed the tip of her foot towards Erin and spread the space between her big and second toe, so her head would fit between. When her tongue touched the sweaty flesh, Erin was surprised to be able to distinguish a different flavor. It still tasted unequivocally of feet, but somehow it wasn't the same as Rachel's. Erin shuddered while she swallowed a drop of disgusting sweat. "See this black spot?" Colette's perfectly manicured finger was pointing at a mass of toejam stuck between her toes. "Eat it". There was no end to the depravity of those girls. They were enjoying her suffering and finding new and worse ways to humiliate her further with every second that passed. Erin tried not to think of what they could come up next, and dislodged the horrible, rubbery piece of dirt from its place using her hands. She then reclutantly put it into her mouth, and had to chew it a couple times before being able to swallow it. 

To add insult to injury, when she was finally able to slide it down her throat, the girls collectively erupted into a burst of laughter. There was no coming back from this. Even if, for some miraculous reason they'd suddently decided to leave her alone, she would forever be the woman who ate a piece toejam. "Oh Erin, this is just too much" Francesca said while basically crying from laughter. "Yeah how did it taste?" Her sister Sarah added, still laughing hysterically. "I bet it tasted like toejam!" Rachel teased her further. "And since you know, they say you are what you eat" she could barely speak while saying what she believed to be an hilarious joke "that would make you toejam too, wouldn't it?".

Erin hadn't really registered all the girls were saying, but it hurt deeply. While she looked around herself, the only thing she could see was a bunch of teenagers laughing at her expense. Even Jessica, who had defended her so far couldn't hide her amusement too well.

"Hey Toejam!" Colette said out loud. It was obvious she was referring to her, so she instinctively turned towards her direction, which somehow made her feel even worse. "You're slacking off! These feet won't clean themselves!". Without any hope left in her, Erin walked towards Colette's exposed feet, and stuck her head between the next toe gap. "Hey Toejam!" Sarah said, like she needed an excuse to call her by that horrible name "Don't fill up on Colette, you have to do my feet next!" she said while removing her socks. "Hey, not fair! I want to try her first!" protested Francesca. "Why do you get to try her first?" Sarah looked at her smugly, and said "Because i'm the older sister" only to be interrupted by Colette who said "Yeah, you know who else is somebody's older sister?" obviously implying that she was talking about the poor girl with her head stuck between her toes "See how it worked for her" She added with a wicked smile on her face.

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