Claire seemed to respond to the prompting and walked to the small (to you) pebble which was lodged in the sole of the sandal. The sole of the sandal was darkened from Anns big footprint, showing the many years of wear, and the pebble was almost dead centre where the ball of her foot was. Claire reached it and began tugging and heaving at it, attempting to dislodge it.
You watched her tiny form work, again thoughts ran through your mind: you were aching to know what it was like to have this happen to you. Was it just curiosity or something deeper? You weren't sure. But a part of you wanted to experience it.
Eventually Claire worked the small stone free, rolling it from the divet it caused.
'Oh, thank you for that Claire.' Ann said before beding down and flicking the now loose, tiny pebble from her shoe. She sat back in an upright position. 'I guess you get to grow back now sweetie.' She said. You were again rapt as you saw you Aunty Ann move her foot over the small girl again. Smiling she lowered her foot onto the squeaking, panicked little girl, trapping her her beneath the crevice of her toes. The large, strong toes curled and gripped little Claire, before rising up with her stuck in their grasp. Smiling, Ann effortlessly moved her foot away from the sandal and to the tiled floor, where she released her grip and allowed her niece to fall. She then reinserted her foot into her sandal, wiggling he toes. She saw you watching the whole thing, and you realised you mouth was open in awe, and she merely flashed you a playful wink. 'I think you made the right choice Tom.' She said, causing Cathy to giggle a little.
Claire was screaming down below but nobody could make out what she was saying.
'Okay, I'll change you back now.' Cathy said. 'Although you may want to take another shower after being stuffed under Anns feet.' The two sisters laughed at this.
Soon Claire again began to grow, further and further until she was full size, her face a fixed scowl.
'Thank you Claire honey.' Ann said. 'My feet will be really comfy now.' Claire simply stormed out of the room, stomping upstairs.
'You're mean.' Cathy told her playfully.
You however were looking at Ann's wiggling, meaty toes, imagining what it would be like to be in the position Claire was in only moments before. A thought flashed through your mind - why not ask them to do it to you? They could, and its not like you were bieng punished so they had no reason to torture you, maybe just play with you a little. That was certainly appealing. But what if they thought it was weird, what if you were punished for it, or worse yet, what if they liked having you like that and things got out of hand. What if it wasn't what you expected and you hated it?
The desire was strong and the question was on the tip of your tongue but you had your doubts and fears.
'Something wrong honey?' Ann asked. She had caught you looking at her feet.
Should you ask?
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