Despite how quickly your whole situation is barreling downhill, you're determined to keep it from getting worse. And while rubbing your giant sister's smelly, post-practice feet is pretty bad, you've deduced that going against her wishes would be worse. So this is where you find yourself.
You look up at Samantha. She's looking down at you, her smile returned. She seems eager for this. You groan and just decide to get it over with. You start by kneading your hands into the sole of her slightly-tanned foot. As you move your hands around, trying to really work your strength into her sole, you check up above. Her smile is wider. You must be doing okay.
Unfortunately, while you may be doing an okay job at the foot rub, you yourself are not quite doing okay. The air around you is ripe with the strong smell of over-worked feet. And you can't help but notice your hands are getting really wet, since her soles are still covered in a slight sheen of sweat from her practice. You'd ignore these things if you could, but it's utterly impossible. You just have to resist the urge to vomit and try to limit your breathing. And look forward to a shower later, when this gets resolved.
After a few minutes of massaging, Samantha, who had been on her phone, tells you, "You're doing surprisingly well, Nick. Good job! I'm proud of you, big-er, I mean, little bro. Buuuuuut I have a feeling you can do a bit better. C'mon, put your back into it!"
You roll your eyes and let out another groan. You're gonna pummel her when you're big again. She goes back to her phone, meanwhile you start to ram your shoulder into her sole, really working with as much of your body strength as you can. After a bit of this, you hear from up above a sing-song, "Thaaaank yoooooou!~" Ugh.
Now you're coated in your sister's foot sweat, not just your hands. This is frustrating, but there's nothing you can do.
You spend about half an hour massaging both of your sister's huge feet. It's quite the workout, and at the end you're exhausted. Samantha sits up and smiles down at you.
"Thanks a lot, Nick! That actually kinda made up for it. How come you never gave me foot rubs when you were big enough for it to be easy?" she says. You would yell up at her some profanity, but you're too tired. You flop on your back and just lie on the carpet.
"It doesn't matter, I like it this way better, anyway. I could really feel you putting your all into it. You used your whole body just to rub my feet! That's dedication. You could never do that while big! You're so sweet," she said, smiling intensely. She noticed your heavy breathing while you lie on the ground.
"All tuckered out? That's okay, you've earned a rest. I think it's almost dinner time, I'll make sure to bring you a little food when we're all done eating. But before I go downstairs....I think you've earned a reward," she said, getting up from her bed.
You have no idea what she might have in mind for a reward, but you're excited. After the monumental and disgusting task of massaging her cleat feet you deserve a lifetime of happiness.
Samantha reaches down and gently picks you up in her hand. For as much of a nuisance as she's been today, you can honestly say you feel comforted resting in her big, warm hand.
Then you see her grab her orange soccer knee-high in her other hand. You remember that she's currently under the impression you love her feet. You curse.
You immediately try yelling up at her, to tell her to stop, to put you down, to keep you as far away from that horrid sock as possible. She hears you yelling, but not what about.
"You sound excited! Hear you go, bro. You're welcome!" she says cheerily, while she dumps your body into the long tube of the huge sock. The clean air you were just getting accustomed to is immediately replaced by the smell of damp, sweaty cotton. You slide down, headfirst at an alarming speed. It is somewhat dark, and all the light that is inside is orange, which somehow feels befitting of the thick, humid atmosphere.
Samantha balls up the sock, squishing you into the wet fibers. Then she stuffs it into her cleats and leaves. From inside, your atmosphere gets a little darker and more claustrophobic. And you hear the door close. Great. Now you're alone, and stuck in a gross sock.
Still, you hope you were right about this being better than trying to defy Samantha. You have to pray that's true, since you're not sure how you would cope knowing you've made things worse for yourself.
What happens when Samantha comes back?
1. She removes you from her sock and gives you some dinner, just like she said she would. Maybe you'll get a chance to talk to her finally.
2. She remembered to bring you some food...but she also told one of your other sisters about you.
3. She forgot to bring you food, and on top of that she gets distracted by something else and forgets to remove you from the sock. When she does remember, she thinks it's no big deal, since she was doing you a favor anyway.
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