Chapter #3The Road Trip by: Frost   You’re going under my driving foot.” Audrey smiled and began to slip her foot out of her shoe. Her socked toes gripped the back of the shoe’s rim, giving her shrunken sister a taunting show.
Penny squirmed against her sister’s grip, kicking and screaming in an attempt to get free. She felt herself being lowered and closed her eyes. The last thing she wanted to do was see how high she was being held. After a few seconds, the shrunken teenager knew where she was because of a rather stale smell of her older sister’s feet.
When she finally opened her eyes, Penny was met with the giant Nike swoosh imprinted on the spot where Audrey’s heel was supposed to rest. Penny stared skywards and grimaced as her sister’s giant toes wiggled high above. As far as she could tell, she was as big as the little balls of lint stuck against Audrey’s sock.
Audrey shoved her foot back into her running shoe, feeling a tiny imprint beneath her toes. She felt the minuscule lump move along the sole of her shoe until it was pressed deep into the toe section. She giggled and focused her weight onto her tiny sister. She could get used to this. Unfortunately, the drive up to the mountains would eat up most of the first day. At least, Penny would spend it underfoot.
The oldest sister jumped inside her car, where her younger sister Riley sat in the passenger seat.
“Do I even want to know where Penny is?” Riley asked, looking up from her phone.
“Oh, relax, sis,” Audrey downplayed, starting the car. “She’s not anywhere you haven’t been.”
Riley rolled her eyes and plugged in her earphones, choosing not to take a stance on her younger sister’s punishment.
Throughout the drive, Penny felt the pressure from her sister’s foot the entire ride. The worst sensations came driving though the city. There was a constant cycle of Audrey’s weight coming down as she stepped on the gas pedal to accelerate the car. Then there would be what felt like an earth shattering stomp as the larger sister would step on the brakes for a red light. This cycle repeated several times over as the car made its way through the city streets. What made things worse is that Audrey would tap her foot to the beat of a cheesy pop song Penny hated on particularly long red lights.
The highways, however, were relatively more enjoyable. Instead of a fluctuating weight, there was a steady one as Audrey cruised down the highway. Still, that only slightly diminished the hundreds of tons of pressure Penny had to deal with.
As far as she could tell, they were an hour in to the six hour drive. The shoe began to get stuffy, and Penny’s consciousness began to fade.
***
Penny shot awake as the world around her began to compress to an almost unbearable level. The fabric walls around her closed in, and she began to feel claustrophobic. Audrey must have been scrunching her toes. The stench only got worse, and her surroundings got more damp by the minute.
Penny could only imagine the sick thoughts her torturer was having.
“Hey Riley, are you seeing anyone?” Audrey asked.
The younger sister popped out an earbud. “Nah, I’m not looking to date right now.”
“Why not? You’re an attractive young girl.” She tapped her fingers against the steering wheel. “Anyone would be lucky to have you.”
“Thanks.”
“I’m serious,” Audrey continued. “I’m sure you could come up with all kinds of kinky shit to do with your tiny boyfriend.”
Riley huffed. “Isn’t that against the rules?”
“No, no, no, sis,” the older sister shot back. “There’s a huge difference between doing something with your consenting boy-toy and stuffing him in your boot because he broke up with you.”
“Oh, right, I forgot about Penny.”
“I almost did too. She’s probably not having much fun right now.” Audrey paused to think, scrunching her toes.   indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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