This choice: You can't manage anything- you freeze! • Go Back...Chapter #6Professional Toe Picker by: Icarus   You are completely and utterly mortified by the words of the skater punk giantess who sits before you. You are speechless, motionless. What happened to getting help? She was supposed to be your savior! Yet here she is, saying that you'll be living with her feet and that you need to repay them?!
You wish to protest. You wish to run. You wish to do anything at all but sit in front of two massive pale, dirty feet belonging to a decidedly horrible punk. But your shock in the face of such repulsive implications has rendered you useless. Until she speaks again, that is.
"So anyway, little dude. You owe me. I saved your ass. You need to repay me. And I like you down by my feet, like when you were in my shoe earlier. That was freaking hilarious," she pauses, her grin widening at the memory, "so here's what we're gonna do."
Her humongous feet lower slightly, so that her toes are only hovering a few feet (your scale) off the ground. She spreads her toes apart, leans down, and points at her toes.
"You're gonna help me out big time. I get all kinds of lint and toe jam between my toes. Totally gross, I know right? I dunno if it's my socks or my skate shoes or what. Either way, it happens. This is where you come in," she does her best to hold back her laughter, then continues, "you're gonna be a totally awesome little dude and you're gonna clean all that stuff out for me, kay?" she finishes, her toothy grin a mile wide. Your first thought is that she must be joking, but after standing there, not doing a thing, her smile fades a little.
"Dude, I'm not kidding. Get to it already," she says, expectantly.
You've decided you fear her wrath enough that you're going to at least try to get through this. You'll push your limits for the sake of your life. Maybe if you really get on her good side, she'll actually get you the help you need. And then never, ever, never tell anyone what you did while this small.
You allow yourself a short moment to breathe and psych yourself into the right mind-space to do something like this. Of course, a moment to breathe just reminds you where you are. The air surrounding you still smells like young, ripe skater feet. So that doesn't help much. But finally, you just go for it.
You walk between her giant, pale toes. Her feet are filthy, and there's a musk of foot funk surrounding you, daring you to accidentally breathe too deeply so that it can suffocate you. You use your hands and you remove any large pieces of lint or mushy toe jam, and do your best to scrape off anything that's stuck a little too well. You're darn near ready to vomit, but if you puke on her foot you're sure she'll be pissed. So you try to hold it in.
From up above, you hear her speak again, "Hey little dude, why don't you lick in there, clean it up a bit better than with just your hands?" What? Is she crazy? When you look up from between the pale digits, you expect to see her stupid grin, but instead you see the back of her phone. Huh? It's awfully close for her to be using it normally-....oh. You realize what's going on.
She's filming you.
"Hehe, say hi, little dude! I'm totally gonna send this to my friends, they're gonna freak," she says, excited. Oh good lord, no. Doing this disgusting act is punishment of its own, but there's no way there can be video evidence too. You've gotta speak up, right?
1. You signal for her that you need to say something. You discuss the situation. You propose that you'll still do the job, but she absolutely cannot film you doing it. It's too degrading. She agrees, then excitedly watches you continue.
2. Same scenario. However, unbeknowst to you, she invites a friend or two over. If they can't watch you in a video, they've gotta see the real deal.
3. You want desperately to speak up, but you don't want to risk further punishment, You begrudgingly continue your work on camera without saying anything. Afterwards, she sends the video to her friends. | Members who added to this interactive story also contributed to these: |
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