diagnosed - part 4

[part 4]

Erin could barely catch any sleep that night. What she'd done was way beyond a mere act of punctual submission to her little sister. She felt like she had set a new precedent in their relationship. When she was her regular size, not only she would have never even acknowledged a request like that, but she knew that Rachel would have never dreamed of asking her to kiss her foot. To make things worse, it wasn't even the top! She had put her mouth under the literal lowest part of someone's body! She scraped her lips with the back of her hand trying to clean them, realizing too late that her hands were imbued with the smell of Rachel's feet too. She started feeling cold, and her only shield from the temperature was that dreaded dirty sock at the centre of her cage. She cursed mentally, and stepped inside of it, using it like a  sleeping bag. 

It took her hours to fall asleep, and even when she could catch some rest, her nightmares were haunted by fear. Her dream started in the studio apartment where she used to live before she had been diagnosed. There was a party, there were her friends around her, she was having fun. But the roof of the house came off without a warning, revealing a huge  Rachel that had a wicked smile on her face. "There you are!" her voice echoed in the room. "I've been looking for you forever!". It didn't make any sense, but it seemed like she had become even bigger while saying those sentences. Despite her protests, she easily picked her up between the tip of two fingers, and brought her to her face. It was only a dream, yet she could smell her breath hitting her with full force. "Come on, you have to do something for me" Rachel said to her and she knew exactly what she meant. The humiliation was made more intense by the fact that all her friends were there, and for some reason all of them knew as well what Rachel wanted from her. Yet her only worry was that she was too small for rubbing her feet properly. 

She woke up, worried that she wouldn't be able to fulfill her duty, and fearing the consequences, and she sighed in relief. It had only been a nightmare. Then she started sobbing when she acknowledged that while it was true that she wasn't as small as a speck of dust like in her dream, she was still a fraction of a normal person's height and was sleeping in a used sock. It was still very early in the morning, so she managed to catch some more sleep and with tears still in her eyes she fell asleep again.

She woke up with the sound of Rachel and Donna arguing. "Oh come on mom! Why do you have to take it out on me?" Rachel sounded defensive. "It's 11.45 and she's still sleeping!" Donna scolded her. "So what? It's not like she's got anything to do!" At these words, Donna stopped in her tracks. Rachel had a point. She gave a look at Erin, still drowsy in her makeshift bed, and for a second she looked like she felt sad for her. "Pathetic" she muttered before leaving the room. Not the best way to start the morning.

The rest of the day went relatively smooth. Rachel had let her shower in the morning, and was out of the house most of the time, so Erin was able to catch on that series she'd abandoned for so long. Some time after dinner, Rachel entered her room, and without even asking took her in her hand. Erin saw her preparing her laptop and removing her socks. It could only mean one thing. She wanted another foot massage. But this time, she didn't even need an excuse. She just took it for granted. Erin wanted to protest, but didn't really know what to say. She was then deposited in front of Rachel's bare feet, and heard her say "Get to work, little sis" while she rubbed one foot against the other.

Erin wanted to protest, to fight. But she just didn't have it in her. She put her hands in the pink wall in front of her, and started rubbing. Rachel had become more confident. While she'd been more shy the first times, she would now boss her around the sole of her foot quite easily. "Harder" she would say. "Mh-mh" she muttered when Erin hit a particularly sensitive spot. She eventually switched feet without a warning, and only said "now the toes" as she positioned her foot on the side so she would better reacht the tips. Erin rubbed each basketball sized digit without complaining, having a satisfied moan as a response. 

"I hate this" she heard her gigantic sister say at some point. What did she mean? She was putting her best effort in what she was doing! She gave her a puzzled look, hoping she would explain herself. "Don't get me wrong, I love the massage; it's like you were born for this. But now i have to get up from my bed and put you in the cage! Do you have any idea of how it feels?" Erin wanted to punch her in the face. She was being treated like a queen, yet she felt like she was the one having it rough because she had to get up and put her to bed. She hated her right now. "Don't look at me like that! I'm doing this for you! I can't risk having you scurry across the floor when i wake up. Imagine what happens if i step on you" while she said this, she covered Erin's diminutive figure with the sole of her foot, eplaining her point perfectly. She didn't need to actually put any pressure on her to prove how bad it would be to be stomped at full force. Although Erin suspected that she'd only done it as a display of dominance rather than affection. "Anyway, i'll think of something tomorrow. Give me a goodnight kiss and let's get some sleep". 

She couldn't be serious. "a goodnight sleep" carried all the burden of something that sounded like a repeating occurrence. Erin pondered about resisting, but she just wanted to go to bed. She kissed the foot in front of her, and shivered when Rachel presented her with the other immediately after. She actually heard her giggle when her lips touched the rough skin.

The next day, Rachel came back a bit later than usual after her afternoon workout. "I got you a little something that solves our night problem!" she chirped. "Now you can sleep with me without me worrying about your tiny ass wandering around". Erin was offended. Why did she feel the need to treat her like an animal? It wansn't like she was going to risk being trampled. "What do you think, i'm an idiot? I'm not walking around the house at night!" she protested. "Yeah but i'm not taking any risks" Rachel answered, uninterested. It all was made worse by the fact that she had no idea of what Rachel had devised. The bag she had brought home was from the local hardware store, and her mind raced, trying to figure out what she could have bought to keep her on the bed.

After dinner, Rachel sat on her bed with Erin in her hand, and removed her socks. The massage had quickly became part of her daily routine. "I almost forgot!" She said out loud; the then raced to the bag she had brought home that afternoon, and unpacked its contents. The only things inside were a pack of cable ties and a roll of twine. Rachel must have caught Erin's confusion because she quickly said "just be still and you'll see what your genious of a sister thought of". Erin coulnd't react quickly enough. When she realized that Rachel intended to put the zip tie around her neck it was too late. It was already tight enough to be impossible to remove through her head. "Are you crazy? I could choke to death!" She screamed, actually fearing for her life. "Oh, stop complaining!" Rachel said, while measuring a piece of string of about 30-40 cm. When she was satisfied, she cut it with a pair of scissors, and tied one end to the zip tie around her sister's neck despite her protests. It didn't take long to Erin to understand that Rachel's brilliant idea to keep her safe was nothing more than a freaking leash.

"Beautiful" the younger girl said, satisfied. "Now i just need to tie you somewhere, let's see..." she looked around herself while Erin squirmed to get free with no avail. The bed post was too impractical, and there was nowhere else to tie the twig to that would also keep Erin close to her. Then it hit her. "Of course!" she exclaimed, then proceeded to tie the other end of the makeshift leash to her second toe. "Per-fect!" Rachel looked happy with her idea, while Erin seemed mortified to see that a simple toe was enough to keep her in place like a pet. "Rach, please! This is too much! You can't treat me like a dog!" Erin was on the verge of tears. "Don't cry Erin! You're nothing like a dog! You're too small for that" Rachel snickered, doing a poor job at consoling her sibling. "Now come on, it's getting late. And i don't want mom to get mad tomorrow morning. Get to work!". 

Erin dried her tears, and without any further explanation, she put herself to work at the titanic feet. She couldn't even see the movie Rachel was watching. Not that she was interested, but her sister hadn't offered. It was a given that her only role on that bed was to serve her whims. As expected, after she was done massaging Rachel asked her (or better, ordered) to kiss her feet godnight and turned off the lights.

While she was glad to finally sleep on her actual bed, the position she was forced in was humiliating to say the least. Her whole field of sight was occupied by a pair of bare feet that irradiated heat all around them, and while Rachel always showered after practice, they did tend to acquire a certain smell during the night. To make things worse, she was basically chained to them. She tried to remove her makeshift leash but the knot was way too hard for her hands. She even considered trying to chew it, but she stopped when she realized that that would have actually made a dog of her.

Rachel eventually untied her the morning after, but let the ziptie around her neck. She justified this saying that she didn't want to waste a new one every night, but Erin suspected that she was only doing so to humiliate her further. The massage was established as a daily  routine during the following days, and was always followed by the humiliating goodbye kiss. On the positive side, Erin wasn't forced to spend the night in her cage anymore, but on the other hand she had to watch out for any sudden movements of her oversized sister while she slept chained to her toes. She was adjusting to her role in life, and always kept the faint hope in the back of her head that one day Rachel would treat her as a sister again and not like the pet she was turning her into.

A week later, Rachel's training had been moved to the evening shift. The girl had protested but the big tournament was getting closer and she couldn't afford to miss even one session. She came home very late that night, and to Erin's dismay she hadn't showered. The scent of her sweat quickly filled the room, and it only got worse when she changed for bed. "You're not gonna shower?" Erin protested from the desk. Rachel largely ignored her while she slipped off her visibly wet socks. She was just too tired. "Shut up twerp" she blocked Erin while she slipped on  her pijamas. "I'm not going to rub your feet like that!" Erin shouted, determined to have her sister respect her once and for all. Rachel stopped dead in her tracks, turned her head towards her shrunken sister, and smiled wickedly. "I was too tired for that tonight." She said, savoring every word. "But you know what? I don't like that tone!" She stood up, and snatched the cowering girl from the table top. She then sat on her bed, and deposited the angry tiny between her feet. "Go on." she urged her. "NO!" Erin crossed her arms in front of her. "No way i'm touching your feet like that! They're filthy!" Rachel rolled her eyes, and without losing her temper, she simply grabbed Erin's body and proceded to wipe it all underneath the sole of her left foot. Despite the girl's screams, she didn't leave a single spot to clean. She even flossed her between all of her toes one by one. When she was done with one foot, she unceremoniously dropped the distraught tiny on the bed. "Are you done with your little pantomime?"

Still on her hands and knees, Ering coughed and sputtered, trying to get the inevitable sweat that had finished in her mouth while her whole body had been used like a wet tissue. "ARE YOU CRAZY?" She yelled, but Rachel was still smiling. "Look at that" she said like she hadn't heard a single word. "It's so clean that you could lick it!" And the moment she said that, her smile widened further, and looked like she had the best idea in the world. "Actually..." when She saw Rachel's face, Erin had understood exactly what the girl was going to ask of her next. "No, please" she pleaded "Don't make me do this" She actually put her hands in front of her like she was praying. "Please, this is too much". Rachel enjoyed every single second of what was happening. She never thought it was possible, but she did like being treated like a goddess. Not wanting to ease up on her sister, though, she simply said "Come on. It's either a quick lick on the clean foot, or i can use you to clean the other" She said, as she wiggled her right toes to emphasyze her point. It was a lose-lose situation. Erin didn't want to put her tongue anywhere near that monstrous foot, but at the same time, being used as a rag had proven too much for her already battered body. She stood up, slowly walked towards Rachel's left foot, and slowly slipped her tongue out.

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