You had a lump in hour throat as you heard her say this. Dodge the foot was one of Rachel's favorite twisted games, probably because it wasn't really even a game at all. It was basically just her toying with you for as long as she felt like. You pretty much, as the game was titled, had to dodge her foot as she tried to stomp you. The worst part about this "game" was there was absolutely no way for you to win as it pretty much just went on until Rachel felt like she was done. It was impossible for you to win. In fact, you weren't even sure how you could win considering there wasn't even a victory condition for you. It was just dodge the foot under you couldn't anymore. Rachel grinned wickedly down at you.
"Please Rachel, not dodge the foot! Please just let me go!" You cried up as she laughed.
"Oh come on twerp, I know how much you love this game!"
The last time you had been forced to play this game with Rachel, she had made you run until you collapsed from exhaustion before she stomped you. She then had tossed you into her running shoe and went for a 5 mile run with you suffering under her massive foot. Not only had you had to endure being repeatedly stomped as she ran, you then had to lick her feet clean and clean all the toejam out from between her toes before she trapped you in her running shoe with her sweaty socks for the night. You trembled as you thought of all this as she grinned down at you.
"And since it's no fun just to play the game, we need to spice it up a little bit, how about a friendly wager?" She smirked.
Yeah a friendly wager, nothing friendly about it you thought. "Sure Rachel." You said. You didn't really have a choice.
"If you win, I'll do your chores for, oh I don't know, a month." She smiled.
She could say she'd give you a million dollars, it didn't matter you had no way of beating her. "If I win, oh how about," you saw her look at up at the ceiling as if she was in deep thought while she tapped her chin. God, you hated how she loved to mentally torture and terrorize you. Suddenly she looked back down at you and grinned, "Oh I know! If I win, you're my new footstool!" She said happily.
Fuck.
You stared up at your towering twin sister, terrified of what awaited you. You thought about just not even running but taking away her fun would only lead to a punishment that would be much much worse than being her footstool, not that there was much worse when it came to Rachel.
"Before we begin little bro, let me take off my sneakers. It's a hot one today and my feet are all stuffy in these shoes." She said as she moved her foot and placed her toe against the heel of her opposite sneaker. She was wearing white converse low cut sneakers, the kind pretty much every girl her age wore and just like every girl who wore them in warm weather, she was sockless.
Rachel's tan feet with her pedicured nails painted a nice pink were soon free, having pried off her raunchy sneakers. You could smell her massive sweaty feet, a strong cheesy musky odor emanating from them making you gag. Her feet were reddened from all the walking she had been doing and you cringed as you thought about how sweaty and tacky her massive soles were. She wiggled her monstrous tan toes causing her strong sweaty smell between her toes to wash over you and make you gag once again. You looked up at her and saw her put her hands on her hips in a dominant pose. "Reaaaaaady, Seeeeeettttt, Go!"
You immediately turned and took off running. You heard Rachel's girlish giggles as you ran as hard as you could. You were suddenly cast in a shadow and looked up to see her massive reddened sole above you, sweaty and tacky from being in her sneaker. You screamed as it passed over head before BOOM it came slamming down directly in front of you, inches in your scale from you, knocking you off your feet as the floor shook. The sweaty cheesy odor hit you like a hammer. "Oh! So close!" Rachel chirped. "I'm gonna get you bug!" She sang as you began to run in a different direction.
You didn't get far before, BOOM! Her massive tan foot slammed down in front of you. She laughed once again as you turned and ran.
No matter which way you ran, you always found your path blocked by the one of the massive sweaty feet of your giantess twin sister. Rachel giggled and stomped, loud booms ringing out every time she slammed her huge foot down shaking the floor. The whole time she was taunting and teasing you as she ran you ragged.
You were beginning to tire and we're moving slower and slower. Rachel's grin was getting bigger and bigger as each time you got up slower and moved slower out of the way of her feet. "What's wrong bug? Tired? You better find a second wind or you're gonna be a little loser! Well, more of loser than you already are."
After she almost stomped you, knocking you off your feet, you lay still gasping for breath. "What's wrong now? Don't tell me I tired you out already? It's been like, 5 minutes! You need to hit the gym more fatass." She taunted. "So I guess you're giving up?" She smirked and slowly began to raise her massive foot up over you. You saw her wiggle her monstrous toes as she held her foot over you, her sole sweaty and reddened and the strong cheesy sweaty wafting down to you.
Her foot fell like a hammer, crushing and smothering you under her soft, hot sweaty flesh, the smell of her cheesy sweaty feet all around you. She shifted more of her weight to the foot you were under, her hot, sweaty flesh engulfing you as crushing pressure threatened to pop you beneath her mighty foot.
Rachel's tacky sole peeled off you leaving you covered in her foot sweat and gasping and gagging. She grinned down at you as you desperately gasped for breath.
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