diagnosed, part 5

[part 5]

Erin didn't know what she hated more. The fact that Rachel had burst into laughter the instant that her tongue had touched her foot, or the terrible taste she endured when she submitted to her demand. For some reason, Rachel seemed to find it hilarious, while for her it was literal torture. She would have never dreamed of accepting to do something even remotely that humiliating, and the only reason why she had succumbed was that terrible rollercoaster she had just endured under her sister's foot. 

When Rachel managed to regain her composture, she noticed Erin's frown. "Oh come on, don't be such a baby" she didn't make any real efforts in the direction of consoling her. "It was just a joke". Erin could say nothing. She was on the verge of tears, and only wanted to go to sleep. "Tell you what. Since you've been such a good doggie, no massage tonight. Ok?" Erin only nodded. She was glad she wasn't forced to endure such a physical effort, even if it was just for one night. Rachel grabbed the familiar string and tied it around Erin's neck. "Night night sis" she said, as she presented the soles of her feet to Erin. She wasn't going to ask for a massage, but she still did want her feet to be kissed, apparently.

Erin stood in front of those two bare feet, both thaller than her whole figure. She was presented with a difficult choice. Those feet were still dirty, but protesting would only mean to anger Rachel further. She closed her eyes, gave each foot a light kiss and gave a tentative look to her sister. She seemed satisfied. She didn't even watch anything on her laptop that night. Apparently, she was tired too.  Before she could fall asleep, Erin heard Rachel snicker. "I made you lick my feet" she said between soft laughter. "Like i didn't notice." Erin kept her remark to herself. 

She heard Rachel's heartbeat lowering, sign that she was falling asleep. She tried to keep as much distance from those feet which were frankly not smelling great, but she was limited in range by the string around her neck. To make things worse, Rachel started moving during the night, and since the string was basically the most tense it could be, she dragged Erin around with her every move. When she rotated to her side, her feet crossed for a second, bending the string so much that Erin was pulled forcefully inches from the foot she hadn't been wiped on. "No no no no" she screamed, when she saw it was coming for her. In her sleep, Rachel had found something so comfortable to rest her toes on. The only problem was that "thing" was her sister's body. She fought with all her might to push those montstrous appendages from crushing her, but even in her sleep, the giantess' body was too much for her to contrast. Her nostrils burned while her nose filled with the scent of unwashed sweat, while her whole body ached from the overall pressure. She tried anything to wake Rachel up, to no avail. Needless to say, she didn't get much sleep that night.

Rachel moved a lot in her sleep, but Erin found herself under her feet for most of the time. Only towards the end of the night she managed to escape the immense weight keeping her on the mattress, but the alarm clock seemed to ring no more than half an hour later. When Rachel finally woke up, Erin used the last few energies she had left to scream to her sister. "You can't keep me like this!" she howled. "you almost killed me last night!" Rachel gave her a stern look while the tiny tried her best to wipe the toejam from her body. She had just opened her eyes, and this little runt was scolding her like a child? "Rachel, this is so gross! And your feet stink! You have to get me a shower right now". 

The gigantic girl had managed to ignore her sister's protests up to that point, but being bossed around was something she would not tolerate anymore. "My feet stink?" she said, with her eyes still half closed. "You want me to remind you what you did just last night?" No, Erin definitely didn't want to be reminded of the moment she had been made to lick a sweaty foot that was bigger than she was, especially since she had never asked to do something like that. "Because a little bit of smell seems pretty tame compared to that." Rachel took Erin in her hand while she unlaced the string that kept her tied to her toe. "You probably need to be used to it. After all, you're going to spend a really long time around my feet, don't you?" She pressed the front of Erin's body to the sole of her foot, and used a finger to push her face directly underneath her toes. "Go on. Take a whiff" Erin panicked. She felt like she was going to run out of air. She pushed away with all her strenght, but to no avail. Only when Rachel loosened her grip a little she could breathe again, but it was far from refreshing. The air she took in was over saturated with the smell of Rachel's feet, and it was ten times more intense than what she had experienced that night. She wanted to yell her to stop, but the only thing that happened was that her face was pressed again into the sweaty surface. Again, she thought she was going to die, and again she was forced to breathe that disgusting smell when her head was released. "Is it growing on you yet?" The bigger girl mocked her. "Come on, big whiffs".

This torture went on for literal minutes, until Rachel grew bored with it. She dropped Erin on her desk, and while leaving her room, she said. "Don't ever yell at me in the morning again" She shut her door, only to reopen it a moment later. "Actually, don't ever yell at me at all" and left. Erin had only wanted to shower, and now she was left alone with only the horrible smell of stale sweat all over her to keep her company. Rachel eventually let her take her shower, but she felt like she couldn't really ever wash that smell off.

Needless to say, Rachel had grown fond with the idea of having her feet licked, and over the course of the next few days, she had forced her to indulge in her "goodnight kiss" for more time, and had urged her to use her tongue at least twice. At least she had resumed her afternoon training sessions, so she would always shower before coming home, but Erin was anxious to know what would happen the next time she would have an evening shift.  

The following wednesday, the two sisters were on the bed. They hadn't spent some time together since the incident, and if it wasn't for the fact that one of them was ten times smaller than the other, it would have even seemed like a normal afternoon between siblings. They had spoken for a while, talked about future projects for Rachel, and discussed the general situation. The situation seemed to be stabilizing for a while. Donna had even asked Rachel to give Erin something to cover herself, and since tiny tailored clothes were still a very expensive option, Rachel had given her sister a cotton napkin that she was using as a makeshift tunic. Erin had waited for the right moment to speak about it, and decided to finally mention something that had been torturing her for days. 

"Rach... i was wondering..." The tone itself wasn't a great start. "What happened to the bed you ordered for me?". Rachel's expression denoted how it was something she had completely removed from her mind. Then she remembered "Oh, right, your bed!" She didn't sound sincere at all. "Why, are you getting tired of sleeping with me? Isn't your old bed comfortable enough?" she said, deliberately forgetting to mention the fact that she was forced to spend the whole night chained to her feet. Erin knew that she had been spared to spend time under her feet at least during the day, and she didn't want to break the streak, especially considering that Rachel seemed to stick with whatever new treatment she would concot for her. "Don't tell me you don't like being around my feet anymore" Rachel anticipated her, lifting her leg and putting her bare foot uncomfortably close to her shrunken sister. Erin had wanted to tell her that she never actually wanted to spend even a second at her gross feet, but she didn't really know how to answer before making her situation worse. "They don't stink, do they?" Rachel said, presenting her basketball-sized big toe in front of Erin.

The tiny was at loss for words. She knew that whatever she'd say would only make things worse, so she froze there, paralyzed by fear of repercussions. Rachel inadvertedly came to her rescue when she noticed how chipped her toenail polish was. "Ugh" she said out loud. She bent forward in order to inspect her toes more closely. "I really need to rework these nails" she said to nobody in particular. Then looked at Erin with a smile. "I guess that's something you can do in the future, eh sis?". Erin still couldn't get herself to answer back, but at least the threat was postponed to the future. "Anyway let me check where your bed is" she took her phone out of her pocket, and without removing her bare feet from where Erin was, she fiddled with it for a while. "It says it's late, but should be here in a few days.". It was the first, actual good news that Erin had had in a month. She wanted to scream in joy, but she kept her composture.

"It's a shame you don't have it tonight" Rachel started packing her gym bag. "I've got an evening session today, but we're getting a night out with the girls and i don't want you to stay up and wait for me. I guess it's the old sock again for you" Rachel smiled to her sister, who cringed at the mention of her cold, smelly makeshift bed in the hamster cage, but was glad to know that for one night she wouldn't be forced to spend so much time plastered to a car-sized foot. 

Erin sighed when she heard Rachel leave with her gym bag, knowing that for one night she would finally be by herself. Her mother was at a social event for her job, so even though she was confined in her cage, she almost felt like she was normal again. She had the time to watch three full episodes of the series she had overlooked for so long, and was in the middle of the fourth when she heard the front door open. She wondered if her mom had come back earlier, then she noticed that the footsteps she heard didn't belong to a single person. There it was now, the unmistakable sound of a flock of girls blabbing to each other. When the door to her room opened, she was greeted by the sight of her sister who threw the gym bag inside, and said "we decided to stay in tonight" and left the room.

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