This choice: placed you on a pair of her flip-flops,and she wears them • Go Back...Chapter #5Time for another Prank by: Lelouch   In the midst of your angry (And slightly scared) parenting Morgan simply let go of you. You were so used to your size at this age that you had forgotten that falling at about any place would result in your death, but now you remembered; just in time for gravity to run its course. You looked into the mischievous gaze of your daughter as her already ungodly large face grew farther and farther away, only increasing the sheer audacity of her presence. You fell twenty-thirty feet before you landed, much much sooner than you expected but who gave a damn? The soft surface you landed on saved your life. All around you saw light faded blue for miles, and above a giant arch seemed to cross the heavens. Reminded you a bit of Halo actually...and then you started piecing it together. Blue, arch, soft cushiony ground.....you were on Morgan's sandal!
You follow the hand that held the footwear nearly neck level back up to Morgan's brimming smile. You started yet another angry parent rant but Morgan quickly shut it down with her much louder, more intimidating voice. She made no attempts to lower her voice, nearly bursting your eardrums. "Teehee, looks like my flip-flop saved your life daddy. Sounds to me like you owe it, and its owner some gratitude. Don't worry I know just how you can make it up." You felt chills up your spine as Morgan's face grew farther and farther away, soon her face was partially clouded by her breasts, which even though they only started already seemed too big to you. Then her waist rose above you, until finally you and the sandal were on the wooden floor, Morgan's face almost a blurr from the sheer distance between you two.
Of course that had nothing on what was to come, fearfully you looked at the bare toes Morgan was flexing, painted Azure to match her favorite flip-flops, and tapping along the floor to create light booms for your ears. To your miniature eyes you easily made out the little things like small beads of foot sweat (She had a slight problem with that) and little beads of old dirt and sock lint. Experience told you what was about to come, and boy you called it. The monolithic toes that you would barely be able to climb in a week was coming your way, along with a playful chuckle from Morgan above.
Perfectly theatrical Morgan drew out her foot's entrance, slowly sliding it over her flip-flop, but not allowing her sole to touch the sweat absorbent leather just yet. Her toes had just passed the "Arch" and fully entered the sandal before she addressed you again. "Now Daddy, I don't want you to still feel indebted to my feet after this so would you please kiss my foot while your with it? It did save your life after all so I don't think it'll be a problem." If Morgan wasn't your daughter you probably would've shouted some curses, maybe even make a break for it. But past experiences always showed the latter didn't work. Still, your daughter's "Pranks" did get tiresome, always some kind of angle to it. Like a chair would save your life from a fall (which she caused), she would claim you owed her butt and would sit on you. Occasionally she even just went with the much easier "I'm a goddess and you're a bug act." and sometimes she even just went and did something wordlessly. It was almost like she was roleplaying with it; sad to say you were the victim in these roleplays...
"Ready or not here come's the hero of the hour!" About thirty yards above Morgan's foot began it's descent towards her sandal. Almost heroically you stood your ground and looked at the incoming mass. This wouldn't be the first time you were underfoot, Rouge, December, Morgan, Melly and even your own mother had each done it at one point or another. You would live, you'd be under a 100 tons of pressure, soaked it foot sweat and probably smell, but you'd live. Mere moments later Morgan's foot overcame you, capturing you right beneath the ball of her foot. Nearly instantaneously you caught the odor of feet in your nostrils as sweat already seemed into your clothing. It was a familiar sensation but that didn't mean you had to like it any.
As if having you suffer at her feet wasn't enough Morgan poured some salt into the wounds, "Why I don't feel any kissing! It's okay Daddy, don't be shy. Your savior deserves a reward doesn't she?" Grumbling you did as you were expected, as humiliating as it may have been you began to kiss your daughter's sole. If being an adult taught you anything it was humility, that didn't make it any easier though. Of course Morgan laughing it up miles above didn't exactly help neither.
The weightless sensation of floating told you she had begun walking, succeeding in sliding you further into the wrinkles of her sole whilst she did the natural walking motions. It hurt like the sun itself had fallen on you, but you knew Morgan was taking it easy, why? Mom. Rachael would easily piece it together if she had just left her husband with Morgan and Morgan was leaving, so she had to be stealthy about it. Cautiously Morgan sidled her way to the front door, so far no one was around (To your dismay and her joy), All she had to do was open the door and she was home free!
Nervously Morgan bit her lip and grabbed the door handle, turning it ever so slowly... | Members who added to this interactive story also contributed to these: |
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