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The Most Beautiful Feet of the Whole Wide World - Full short story
🕑 Added 2020-07-09 13:51:10 +0000 UTC« I think I’ll just kill myself. » Eric said, looking up at the ceiling with a long dreadful sigh. He turned and carefully handed the joint to his gothic friend Livia. Eric was sitting on the couch, Livia was lying on it, in the opposite direction, with her chunky boots on Eric’s lap. She took the faintly smoking joint and brought it to her lips, settling back into the sofa.
“That’s ridiculous. Suffering is so much better than dying.” She said, then exhaled a cloud of bluish smoke.
“Suffering?” Eric blunted, looking at nothing in front of him. The background TV couldn’t even get his attention. He was in deep.
“Yeah. Well you know…” Livia took another drag on the joint and stretched to crush it in the ashtray on the coffee table beside her. “…Dying… it’s just boring. Then you’re forgotten.”
“I am already forgotten.” Eric said, depressed of his poor life.
“No you’re not, idiot.” Livia gently kicked Eric on his arm, he kind of let himself fall, almost numb and completely high. Doing so, he forgot the remote control was on his side and he mashed it with his weight down and the TV’S channel switched. Then he started to laugh and Livia just rolled her eyes.
The TV, now showing the news, suddenly got their attention. “…..blabla….a man, …mid fifties…was found shrunk down to the astonishing size of half an inch tall. This is the smallest on record yet, and this shrinking phenomenon, gaining in popularity has authorities on alert. Is this a major crisis? We talk about it with our social behavior specialist, Dr Roy in Toronto, hi Dr Roy.”
“Good evening.”
“The shrinking hobby has gained in popularity but we all know its dangers and how many died doing so. The drug is illegal, but it seems the black market is still very active. Are we facing a national crisis?” The news anchor asked the lunatic on the second frame. Zoom in while he talked. His name was displayed under his hairy visage. He adjusted his glasses.
“I don’t think it’s a crisis yet, but…” he continued talking.
“Fuck… this shrinking drug thing is really a thing?” blunted Eric as he progressively lost his uncontrollable laughter to listen to the TV.
“Yeah, I can have some if you want…” chuckled Livia. Eric turned and frowned.
“No you can’t…” he called her bluff.
“I can…Simon has a friend who knows someone who sells some.” Livia smirked.
“Bullshit.” Called Eric, again half ignoring the interview on TV.
“Do you want some?” Livia asked, dead serious.
“What? No! I think it’s… completely ridiculous. What kind of people shrink themselves? Can they even grow back?”
“No.”
“They just shrink and get killed, that’s what they do.” Said Eric, resolute.
“Well, some are kept as pets.” Said Livia.
“Pets? Come on Liv, you’re full of shit.” Eric was dumbfounded and surprised while Livia was calm as a stone.
“Wait a minute Eric.” Livia started. Eric looked skeptical. “You got to shrink yourself.” She said, suddenly lighting up.
“Are you gone completely mad?” he retorted.
“You just said you wanted to kill yourself. Why not try something like shrinking before you die? It’s the ultimate thing, then, if you really still want to die, I’ll just crush you.” Livia said.
“You would crush me?”
“Yep. Like a bug.” Livia’s smirk was now more a teasing grin.
“Under these boots?” Eric said, half playful half curious.
“Yep…”
“Just like that…?”
“Yep, just like that.” Livia said, rotating her ankle and bringing her foot up to Eric’s face, sole first on his cheek. “Squish.” Eric took the leg and pushed it away.
“Come on, this is just crazy…” Eric stood up and turned the TV off. Livia just remained on the sofa enjoying her buzz. “And then what?” Eric asked, looking out the window. Rain, like usual.
“Then I’d just walk away.” Livia said.
“No I mean, once I’m shrunk, I mean, you wouldn’t crush me right away… right?” Eric said, suddenly surprising himself pondering over this ridiculous plan. He did was overly depressed.
“Not Right away….like I said suffering is better. I’d probably torture you. Dying is just boring.” Livia added, settling more comfortably in the sofa.
“You would torture me?” Eric asked, completely flabbergasted almost outraged.
“Yep.”
“How?” Eric asked, still outraged, but downright curious.
“I don’t know… I suppose it would depend on how small you would be.” Livia shrugged and took a sip of her beer.
“This is madness… How small would I be?” continued Eric.
“People usually take the 12 inches dose first so it’s not too small at first.” Livia said.
“And people take more to shrink more? That’s insane!” spat Eric, completely unbelieving.
“Nah… just another fucking way to die, Eric. You want to jump off a bridge? Or what? Overdose? You wouldn’t stab yourself… I know you better than that.”
“I would never stab myself…” said Eric pointing at Livia.
“I know….that’s what I just said…” Livia opted for a defensive tone. “But think about it, if once shrunk you don’t want to die, at least you’ll have hmm ….. a new angle… on life.”
“A new angle…” said Eric, pondering deeply.
“Yep…”
There was a long silence. Eric calmed down. Both just were deep thinking, Livia just looked at her boots, Eric just looked outside at the rainy city from is 7th floor apartment.
“Which one of Simon’s friend?” finally asked Eric, clenching a his fists.
***
“Livia! You fucking bitch! I was supposed to be 12 inches, not 4 fucking inches!” Eric screamed.
“You’re cute!”
“This is a nightmare! It has to be, it’s a nightmare, come on Eric wake up, wake up!” Eric tried to talk to himself but soon realized nothing worked.
“You’re not even taller than the heel of my boots!” Livia laughed and walked closer to the tiny Eric and placed her heavy black wedge boot next to him for comparison.
“Woah damn it …AHHHHHHHHHH! Fuck….!” Eric was taken by surprise. He ran his entire life like a 45 mm, some frames were black and white. The giant wedged sole of Livia’s black chunky boot landed so close to him, and so fast, that he thought it would hit him like a train. His heart paced, he was close to losing grasp….but he did not pass out….he swore. He swore like he never did, and he added shouting : “Be fucking careful!”
“You should get used to it Eric, those boots are going to crush you dead one day, remember?” Livia teased him by tapping her gigantic boot. Eric stepped back and Livia decided to raise her foot up above him. “See this sole? Going to be the last thing you’ll see when you die.” She added.
“Don’t crush me!” Eric screamed, half panicked, half distressed.
“Not now silly…” Livia said, bringing her foot down next to Eric with a stomp. The poor guy yelped and fell backwards on his butt. “But it will happen.”
Took a moment for little Eric to let that last comment sink in. It -will- happen. It didn’t take long for Eric to remember everything from that stupid conversation he had with Livia and all what led him to take that shrinking drug only because he wanted to die. He was depressive. He was down. His life was crap to spit on. Livia, his best friend, didn’t try to convince him not to kill himself, she offered a mean: to crush him under her boot. And he said yes.
“Fuck me.” He blurted out.
“Yeah Eric. Fuck you.” Livia let it sink in. “You’re in for the suffering part. Dying is the boring part. Once I am done with you Eric, you’ll beg me to keep you alive for more suffering.”
“Livia… We’re best friends, come on, don’t just….”
Livia harshly cut him while he talked with a rather hard stomp on the ground, sending shivers down Eric’s spine. Air swooshed from under her big boot’s sole. Also she added: “Shut up!”
Livia brought her foot over over Eric, hovering it close, sometimes brushing on him, his face lightly scraped under the dirty rigged boot’s sole. Eric realized Livia just had to put some weight down for him to be pulverized. He begged for his life like a little scared schoolgirl. Livia was satisfied, she pulled her foot away from him and rested it down on the floor next to him. Eric watched as the rubber sole mashed and compressed itself on the floor contact, he saw how heavy, to his size, his giantess best friend actually was.
“Don’t shit yourself Eric. You took the dose willingly. I didn’t force you. You’re tiny, and you’re mine. Mess with me and I’ll make it harder for you. Obey me, and I’ll keep you alive longer. At any time, if you have enough and wanna die, let me know, I’ll just do it.” Livia said. She sounded like she was stating the rules, the code, what to respect. She was dead serious.
“You…you…you will torture me?” did ask a disgruntled, rational, shaking Eric. He was scared for his life like he had never been before, deep down acknowledging the sad facts of his current demise.
“Yeah, like we discussed. More questions?” retorted Livia, looking temporarily elsewhere, outside, maybe she was trying to spot her cellphone.
“How?” said Eric, completely exhausted, defeated and pathetic.
Livia looked down from above, a wicked smile across her black lips. Her black eyes frowned.
“You know you’re lucky, Eric.” Said Livia. Eric wanted to say something but he couldn’t really guess why and how in the world luck had anything to do with him whatsoever across all his crappy life. So he did not answer. He tried to think about how luck never existed in his life, unlike “bad luck”, which was omnipresent… Visibly until the end, what a predicament. “Eric!” Livia bumped him with the tip of her platform boot sole. The miniature man tumbled down the wooden floor. “I am talking to you Eric!” said his menacing gigantic gothic friend Livia. Eric wiped his lips with his forearm, bleeding a bit. He realized he was naked. He covered his manhood with his hands and curled up a bit, his eyes drifting up towards Livia’s.
“I said you’re lucky.”
“Yes…. I am, damn it! Look at ME Livia! I’m 4 fucking inches and naked!” Screamed Eric with little courage and a lot of sarcasm for free.
“Yeah, that part sucks, but…I don’t care to see you naked, it’s not like I never have.” Livia rolled her eyes and focused back on Eric. “You’re lucky, because I, me, Livia, your best friend, have the sexiest and most beautiful feet in the whole fucking wide world.”
Eric tried to recompose himself. “What?” he choked out.
“And they have the most exquisite perfect smell…again, in the whole fucking wide world!” boasted Livia above him.
“Good for you…” said Eric, not sure where this whole conversation was leading.
“And you will have the privilege and honor to smell them…. A lot.” Said Livia slowly crouching down and heavily sit down on the floor in front of Eric. The little man was in disbelief at the enormous size of his friend, and couldn’t really seize the present moment, the drug making him think a lot and yet achieve little. He noticed his giantess friend reaching for the zipper on the side of her enormous black boot and started to unzip it.
“Livia…?” asked Eric, suddenly feeling like backing up a little.
“Yes Eric?”
“What are you doing…?” he asked, nervously.
“Oh stop it Eric! Stop pretending you don’t understand.” Livia said, reaching the lowest point possible with the zipper.
“I don’t want to smell your feet Livia…What the fuck is that all about… this is disgusting…”
“Ohhh, poor little fucking 4 inches boy doesn’t want to smell my feet? …Fucking pathetic Eric. I’m not going to give you a choice you know.” Livia said pulling on her boot and suddenly and magnificently freeing her black socked foot from her boot. She placed the boot beside her and sat on her other leg, with her socked foot on its side in front of Eric. The little man tried to run but fumbled backwards just before Livia’s gigantic and soft fingers, along with all her silver rings on each of her fingers, grabbed him like the little dick he was, trapping his arms on his side.
“AHHHHHHHHHHHH!” Screamed Eric suddenly being grabbed by the giant hand of his friend. Livia brought him closer to her and hold him in front of herself.
“Have fun Eric.” Said Livia with a grin.
“What? ….” Asked Eric, but he was brought downwards quickly and turned on the side,facing Livia’s huge black cotton socked foot. He could feel the heat emitted from it and the smell… “Wait!” he added…but it was too late already, he was trusted forward and brought face first into the cotton sock covered foot, under her arch.
“Smell my foot Eric.” Ordered Livia.
“hmmmmff!” Eric tried to free himself but he was fighting against such tremendous force he couldn’t even budge except his head. Livia’s grasp was way too powerful for him. He smelled it, reluctantly tried to breath with his mouth, got another heavy whiff and then started to feel light headed. Livia moved his head down the huge socked foot until she caressed Eric’s face around her heel. Eric inhaled with his nose, feeling very light headed and entranced. But he lost it when she brought him up face first under her toes, engulfing his head in the sweaty cotton fibers and curling her toes around it. She could literally hold him up there only with the force of her toes, but she still kept hold of his body with her fist.
Eric inhaled the damp and sweet aroma of Livia’s foot like a drug, sometimes breathing heavily like if it was never enough. He found out that…fucking shit, she was right. Her foot smelled like paradise on earth. He had tried almost all drugs, but this one was the best. The best smell Eric ever smelled in his entire life. A sweet mixture of Livia’s natural body odor mixed with the sweat absorbing cotton and the washing detergent she used, probably something simulated like “sea breeze fragrance”, heavily held by the years old accumulated foot smell in the odorful leather of the inside of her boot, along with the strong moist odor of time being trapped in said boot. Her foot smelled like a foot, a sexy award-winning foot… the most wonderful mixture of aromas and odors of all times, and Eric fucking loved it.
“Are you getting hard?” Asked Livia above him, suddenly pulling him away from her foot and loosening her grip a little. Eric had a hard on, and could only feel the deep down saddening reality of being pulled away from this wonderful thing called Livia’s foot.
“Fuck yeah…Put me back there…” said Eric, half entranced. Livia bursted out of laughter and Eric turned red instantly. Trapped by the laughing women’s clenched fist, Eric couldn’t even comprehend that he had in fact just found out his best friend Livia’s ultimate secret. The best drug for the worse junky the world has even known: Her feet.
“Livia, Shut up!” He screamed, finally regaining some his normal composure. “Shut up and put me back under your foot! Stop Laughing! Livia…Damn it.” Since Livia had loosened her grip a little, Eric took his chance at wiggling his arms free of her grasp and bashing on the huge dark red manicured fingernail of the giantess’s thumb.
“Wow…. What a fucking loser! Ahahah!” Livia couldn’t stop laughing.
“LIV! For fuck’s sake! Listen to me!” Eric screamed. Somehow Livia’s laughter started to fade out. She rattled her throat and coughed a little.
“Wooh!” she exclaimed, wiping her forehead with her sleeve. “That was a good laugh. Ow, my ribs hurt…Eric….you can’t believe how hilarious and pathetic you are right now.”
“Fuck you. Do you think I care about what you think about what I like or not? Put me back under your foot, I want more.” Eric said.
“Okay okay…calm down. You don’t give orders around here Eric, I do. I thought this would torture you and you’re like drooling to get more.”
“I mean, come on, just a bit more. It smells so good! Please!”
“You know, real torture would be to deny it to you and keep you alive as long as I can.
“What? No….! What are you talking about? Come on Liv…! Don’t do that!” Eric pleaded.
Livia started to lower Eric down, but suddenly something caught her attention. She smirked. “Hey Eric…want me to put you inside my boot, I am sure it stinks just as much.”
“Fuck yeah!” Said Eric regaining his enthusiasm. Livia laughed again.
“You really thought I’d do that?” She chuckled.
“What?” retorted Eric, his hopes crushed.
“Eric….listen to me…okay? I’ll keep you small, and I’ll never let you smell my feet ever again. You wanted suffering instead of death. I’ll give you exactly that. ”
“Wait, no! I changed my mind!” Pleaded Eric still squeezed in Livia’s grasp.
“Oh really? You want me to crush you right now under my boot, is that it?” Livia asked, standing up, bringing Eric with her. She put on her other boot by shoving her foot inside, crouched down and zipped it up, still holding Eric.
“That’s not what I meant, Livia, please! You don’t understand! Livia!!! No!” Eric screamed as Livia dropped him down into her pant’s pocket and pushed him inside with her finger on his head.
“Shut up will you?” Livia walked from the living room to her kitchen all this time talking to Eric who she knew could hear her very well. “I’ll have you beg me to kill you. I swear.” She opened a cupboard and got a large glass roundish vase, something like a small cookie jar or fishbowl and she walked to her bedroom with it. “I have a place to keep you Eric.” She placed the jar on the floor, while poor Eric was mashed and brushed against the fabric of her pants and the insides of the moving pocket. He struggle with motion sickness. Livia’s giant fingers cam down in again to grab him and he was rapidly falling down into the glass jar and finally, dropped inside.
“Uh!” He landed with a thug at the bottom. “Liv….” He muttered. Looking up, he saw there was no way he was tall enough to reach the opening of the jar and there was no way he could climb the glass walls out.
“This will be your new home for now while I think about how I could torture you even more. Let’s see, hmmm..” Livia sat. She then badly acted like she was thinking, grabbing her chin and looking up. “Aww…” she said like soap acting. “My feet really need a good massage.” She said. Bending down, she unzipped her boots and the scene that was occurring happened right in front of Eric’s jar. He had front row seat. Livia removed her boots and dumped them on the floor next to her bed, revealing her giantess black socked feet that Eric was craving so much. He fell on his knees, eyes and face into the glass wall to look through. Livia used the tip of her finger to gracefully pull her socks off behind her heels, revealing her perfectly pedicured bare feet that were, so rumor said, the most beautiful in the whole fucking wide world.
And she wiggled her toes gently.
Bent her arches.
Flexed her ankles. Stood up and tip toed charmingly, teasingly.
Eric had saliva dripping off his lower lip, visually tortured by Livia.
“What is it Eric..? You want to smell my feet?” she asked. Eric moaned. “Too bad….. This, Eric, is your new angle on life.”
“Livia, please…”
“Please what Eric?”
“Please, you said... that I would have the privilege and honor to smell them…. A lot. You did say it!” He tried to argue from his glass prison.
“I changed my mind.” Retorted the giantess, still showing the tiny boy her bare feet. “You’re lucky enough I let you look at them.”
“Give me a sock at least.”
“No.”
“Liviaaaaaaaaaaa!”
