A Lesson To Learn by HelplessChime
Summary:

After having her birthday ruined by her awful older brother, Jacki recieves a mysterious ring as a gift. A ring that gives her power she has never had before and confidence that she didn't know she had. Now she intends to use this power to get back at the boy who has made her life total hell for to long.


Categories: Teenager (13-19), Young Adult 20-29, Object, Unaware, Mature (40-49), Butt, Feet, Footwear, Humiliation, Incest, Legwear, Odor, Slave, Violent Characters: None
Growth: Amazon (7 ft. to 15 ft.)
Shrink: Lilliputian (6 in. to 3 in.)
Size Roles: FF/m
Warnings: None
Challenges: LF Writer with sweet spot for (Incest/Transformation/Humiliation)
Challenges: LF Writer with sweet spot for (Incest/Transformation/Humiliation)
Challenges: LF Writer with sweet spot for (Incest/Transformation/Humiliation)
Challenges: LF Writer with sweet spot for (Incest/Transformation/Humiliation)
Series: None
Chapters: 2 Completed: No Word count: 9966 Read: 25304 Published: April 23 2019 Updated: April 29 2019

1. Chapter 1: A Test Of Power by HelplessChime

2. Chapter 2: A Sleepover Of Torture by HelplessChime

Chapter 1: A Test Of Power by HelplessChime
Author's Notes:

Fair warning there won't be exclusivly giantess stuff in here. Expect transformation (like this chapter) and some full sized stuff from both parties.

 

Jacki slammed the door as she stormed into her room and flipped face down on her bed, tears running down her cheeks and into the cushy sheets of her bed. She couldn't stand him, she hated him more than anything in this world. Her brother always made her life hell, no, not just her life but everyone's life. Her friends, her family, her friends family, the guy was a goddamn menace and she just couldn't take it anymore. And now he had ruined her birthday her sweet sixteen at that.

 

He showed up slurring and throwing things, he was always so spoiled and thought the whole damn world revolved around him. Today was no different, he showed up intoxicated at her party, started hitting on her friends despite being three years older than them, he trashed her presents, and as an extra added twist of the knife he stumbled over and sent her massive cake crashing right into the ground before yelling at HER and stumbling into his room in the basement flipping off all of them. Now all she could do was cry into her bed and let her hate for her brother fester and grow. Finally her face was pulled from the soft blanket the sound of a massive banging on her window.

 

That probably wouldn't be an issue if not for the fact she was on the second floor of her house no where near any trees. Jacki looked up at the window, puffy face and teary eyed, seeing nothing there. She was about to plant her face into the bed before the pound banging started again. She had had enough nonsense for today as she shot upright and stormed over to the window in a huff before flinging it open and looking around aggressively. All she saw was the swaying trees and felt the hit summer sun beating down on her tear stained face. She turned to leave but out if the corner of her eye a small glint caught her attention. Turning back to look at it Jacki wiped some tears from her face and reached down to grab the small black and gold box that now sat in her windowsill. It seemed to vibrate at her touch and emitted a slight warmth into her hand.

 

Despite her confusion Jacki felt something at the back of her mind. A tingling sensation that seemed to egg her on, begging her to open up the small box resting in her hand, a begging that she just couldn't seem to argue with and despite any protest she may have wanted to give Jacki popped the lid of the small black box open. Inside of which was a metal ring that appeared to have been colored pink with the Venus symbol holding a chain attached to the Mars symbol which looked shackled around the line of the arrow. Jacki simply raised an eyebrow and pulled the ring from the box and held it up to her eye. Outside of the strange design there didn't seem to be much wrong or strange with the ring aside from the strange vibration that seemed to come from where her skin made contact with it. With a shrug Jacki went to toss the ring into a box on her table with the rest of her jewelry happy for the distraction from her sorrow, until a strange feeling overtook her. One that again begged her to place the ring on her finger. So against any form of judgment or free will Jacki slid the metal ring onto her middle finger, maybe out of spite for how her brother had the audacity to flip her off after ruining HER party. At first she didn’t notice any changes, she simply shrugged and went to fall back onto her bed, that is until she heard a voice. A voice that sounded exactly like hers coming from the other side of the room.

 

“Finally! Do you have any clue how much work it is to exert pressure on something while I’m still inside of the ring. Waaay to much that’s how much. Anyways at least now I’m finally free, well as free as this is I guess.” Her voice says from...the mirror. The full body mirror that rested on the far wall of her room. Her reflection seemed to be talking to her although with what looked like some minor changes. Now Jacki was an attractive woman, fairly large breasts and a perky butt that she usually wrapped in some tight jeans and a tank top. Despite knowing this though her brother had always made her feel weak, insignificant, and because of that she always acted weak or submissive. This reflection of her though, it bore a powerful stance with a hand on it’s hip and a stance that pushed her large breasts forward and a predatory glint in her pink eyes that seemed to have glowing hearts as the iris.

 

Jacki jumped backwards in panic and was shocked when her reflection didn’t do the same and instead let an amused smile across her lips and a cocky expression cover her eyes at her real self's reaction. Jacki ducked behind her bed glaring at her reflection and finally noticed that the ring she wore on her finger her reflection wore as an entire glove with a long chain attached to it that seemed to extend past where the mirror could see. With some confusion Jacki cleared her throat and croaked out, “Who...who are you. What are you doing in there. Are you me I don’t get wha-” She started before her reflection held a and up and shook her head.

 

“That isn’t really important to be honest. Anything your mortal brain could come up with probably couldn’t quite meet what I actually am. So for now let’s just say I’m your fairy godmother or something like that. Honestly that isn’t even close but screw it I know you can at least understand that.” She says pushing her brown hair over her shoulder and blowing some out of her eyes. Jacki always kept it long but that seemed to be bothering whatever entity was inside the mirror. “Look we could sit here all day and talk about what I am, well probably longer than that but let me make it nice and simple for you. I am an entity that feeds on the power that other people feel when they wear the item I’ve attached myself to in their world. In your case it would be that ring there on your finger.” She says pointing to the middle finger of her gloved hand. Jacki looked at it confused before noticing that the Mars symbol was absent from the glove on mirror Jacki’s hand.

 

“Why does your glove look different than the ring.” Jacki asked pointing to the gloved hand. For a moment she felt a little foolish pointing at her own reflection. Then again the whole situation was a bit silly so it was hard to hang onto that for to long. The entity looked at her hand a bit confused then let her smirk come back and moved that hand to her hip instead and began inspecting the pink painted nails with noticeable surprise than admiration of the job that Jacki had done.

 

“Oh well that’s because the other end is attached to the conduit.” She said looking back at Jacki who had a confused expression on her face and mirror Jacki let out a long sigh before continuing. “Look it’s simple, I send out my items that I’m attached to across the multiverse and they randomly seek out people in the area with a great desire to be on top. Then once the wearer puts me on it directs my power to both them and the person who they wish to have power over the most as well as a bit of power to the people around the two of them. The more you take control the more I grow in power, a win win situation if ya ask me.” Mirror Jacki explained in an exasperated voice. Jacki meanwhile has a dumbstruck expression on her face at this explanation and slowly stands to walk from behind her bed and up to the mirror until she stands right in front of it.

 

“So let me get this straight. I have the power to dominate whoever I want to dominate most in this world. Just as long as I wear the ring right?” Jacki asked as she held her hand up and began fiddling with the ring using her other hand. Mirror Jacki chuckled to herself and also walked closer to the mirror until they were almost nose to nose with ow close they came to each other. Despite the fact she was in a mirror Jacki could swear she could feel the warmth of the entity's breath on her skin, a thought which scared her more than she would like to admit but the thought of having that kind of power pushed that fear to the side.

 

“Oh you have no idea just how right that is. You also have no idea to what extent I’m talking about. As long as you wear the ring I grant you a small percentage of my power. Lucky for you that means more than you could imagine. As long as you hold my ring you have the power to influence the minds of everyone in the same building as you as well as whoever is around your target. But that’s just the start, you can control the size shape mind and body of both yourself and the target. You can make him do or be anything your mind could imagine and as long as you do and make them suffer, I grow in power. A sweet deal don’t ya think?” Mirror Jacki said and placed a hand against the glass of the mirror looking expectantly at Jacki.

 

Jacki couldn’t believe her ears. Both in a figurative and literal sense, there was no way a ring could do something like that right? Well she could always test it out right? I mean the mirror version of herself did say that she could change herself as well as whoever she was attached to right? With that thought in mind she simply closed her eyes and took a deep breath as she tried to think of something she wanted to do. She was a bit distracted though as she cringed at the feeling from inside her boots. Despite the hot summer sun Jacki had chosen to wear fuzzy fur boots that matched with her outfit. This of course meant that her socked feet inside were squishy and sweltering in the sweaty confines of her boots. If she could just drain it somewhere else then she would wear them more often but alas-

 

She felt her eyes shoot open in shock as she suddenly noticed that the sticky gross feeling from inside of her boots was just gone. She quickly jumped onto her bed and began yanking one of the boots from her feet much to mirror Jacki’s amusement. Jacki stared in awe as her she looked at her now perfectly dried sock and well as a clean looking and smelling boot. She let out a gasp of surprise and looked over to her mirror self with a massive grin. The mirror version of herself seemed to reciprocate this joy and pointed over to Jacki’s desk. Jacki turned and looked with wide eyes as a cup of murky liquid now rested on top. Walking over and taking a whiff confirmed her suspicion as the rank scent of her own sweat filled her lungs. The thought of the cup on her desk did cross her mind during the thought and sure enough her sweat now filled the glass. She looked over at her mirror self with real joy, some of the only joy she had felt all day.

 

“And that’s only the start kiddo. But you have to think bigger, and more importantly you have to think meaner cause whoever this chain is connected to is your target. Who do you want to rule over the most in the world right now. Find them and do whatever it is your heart desires. I promise it gets more fun the longer you do it, for both of us.” Mirror Jacki says with a wink. Jacki grins knowing instantly who that chain is attached to. She spins on her heels and turns running to her door with both boots now on before stopping to look behind her at mirror Jacki and opening her mouth which was quickly stopped as her reflection held up a finger and smiled. “You can call me Warden before you ask. Don’t ask why I’ve done enough explaining for one day.” She says with a smirk. Jacki nodded and flung her door open as she sprinted down the stairs.

 

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Drew was finally coming down from his bender and was now trying his hardest not to let the headache make him just give up on life all together. Having the kind of money that he did left to him by their father before his passing Drew just didn’t know what to do with it. While he could share it with his bratty family he didn’t see the point in it. No he knew that his father would much rather him have some fun with the money that fell into his account. And fun he was having. Women, alcohol, drugs, and anything he wanted in his room he had.He was living the life and he wouldn’t let his bitchy family of women take control of it.

 

One such member of that family seemed to decide that it was a good idea to come an bother him down here now. He groaned as is door opened up and he heard the thunking sound of the girl stomping down the stairs to his lavish room in the basement. Drew turned to glare at his younger sister bounding down the steps with a bright smile on her face. Drew rolled his eyes and looked away as he caught a glimpse of his reflection. He stared in confusion as it looked like a long chain was attached to a shackle on his neck. He rubbed his eyes thinking he might still be a bit drunk but the image remained there, plain as day. His train of thought was derailed as his sister snapped her fingers to draw his attention as he turned to her with a snarl.

 

“Jesus what the fuck do you want Jacki. You want an apology for the part. Sorry there happy now get the hell out of my room ya brat before I make you get out again.” He spat and forced his head back down into his pillow trying to block out even the sound of silence to help his headache wear down. Instead he noticed something strange begin to happen, a bitter taste started to coat his mouth that quickly turned sour and salty. This couldn’t be the alcohol he had never had a taste like this fill his mouth, it was downright repulsive. Drew shot up and went to run to his miniature fridge but the sound of his younger sisters voice seemed to stop him.

 

“Hey stop moving right now.” She barks as Drew stops in his steps completely frozen. The panic in his eyes meant her idea had worked. Jacki sashayed next to him before stopping in front of him with a look of someone trying to hold back laughter. “You are probably so confused right now aren’t you. Well let me enlighten you. Right now all the sweat from my feet in these gross boots is flooding directly into your mouth. And that’s just the start of what I can do to you now. I bet it tastes so gross huh?” She says spinning the ring on her finger much to Drew’s confusion. When did she get that ring, he was pretty sure he had trashed her gifts when he had arrived. That thought was casted aside as Jacki walked and sat down on his bed much to Drews anger. Then he noticed in the reflection of a trophy he had that Jacki’s reflection looks...different. In fact the strange reflection seemed to wink and wave at him despite him hearing no movement behind him. He then heard the sound of his sister humming in thought behind him.

 

“Now what do I do with you. I’ll be honest I’m not really sure exactly what I’m capable of yet but I have to think of something really good to start with don’t ya think.” Jacki said with a surprising amount of confidence for herself. Drew was much too busy trying to endure the onslaught of foot sweat that now flooded into his sealed closed mouth like a river. Suddenly his sister snapped her fingers and closed her eyes. Her reflection however seemed to gasp and then snicker before giving Drew a mocking pout much to his confusion. That isn’t at all how his sister normally acted. What the hell was going on right now. But once again his train of thought was ended as his whole body began to tingle. Not a good tingle either, more like when your leg fell asleep but seemingly through his entire body both inside and out. He tried to squirm us discomfort but simply couldn't before his vision slowly began to darken.

 

When his vision finally came back it wasn't much better. All Drew could see was a pale white flesh color that seemed to cover his entire view much to his dismay. That and a stench seemed to flood into his nose. He went to go try and cover it but found no movement in his arms. Hell he felt no movement anywhere he tried to move. He quickly began to panic as he tried his hardest to do anything he could. Alas all Drew seemed to be able to do was wait for whatever was to come. And come it did as he suddenly felt his whole body move quickly, making him nauseous before he finally came to a stop and felt a cold terror wash over his entire body. Mostly because standing before him was his sister Jacki, only now absolutely massive in size and clenching his body in a fist that he could now see much more clearly. His entire body had been changed to looked like a washcloth with an image of himself stitched into it on his knees looking to be begging with his hands together. Despite how humiliating it seemed it was the last thing in his mind at the moment as his sister let a wicked grin cross her face.

 

Without a word his sister raised her arm into the air and, due to the tank top she was wearing, revealed a sweat soaked armpit. If Drew could groan he would have but all he could do was stare in fascination at the slick wet pocket of flesh that now seemed to almost dwarf him in size. It was surreal and honestly wouldn't have been to bad if it wasn't for the scent of her disgusting body odor cooked up from the heat in the house that wafted into his unprotected face. Then with no warning he felt as he was sent hurtling straight towards his sisters armpit before slamming into the fetid skin. Instantly Drew could feel his senses assaulted like never before. It left as if his tongue had direct contact with Jacki's sweaty pit, filling it with the bitter rotten taste of his younger sisters sweat. It also felt as though someone had poured a liter of sweat right up his nose making him wish he could cough it up as well as filling him with the scent of the sweat which was as bitter as it tasted much to his horror. And yet all Drew could do was endure it unable to fight back in any way. He was trapped in his own cloth body.

 

"God this is everything I hoped for and more. And just think I have no limits to what I can do to you. God I'm going to make you wish that you had never EVER messed with me or anyone else in this family. Get ready for a life of help brother." Jacki said relishing in this victory. She sounded so unlike her usual self. Although it was hard to hear her as he now found himself moved to her other armpit and sandwiched within it as his sister used him to floss the sweaty crevice of her body. She giggled a bit at the feeling of him running across a ticklish part of her body but it was worth it knowing he was surely suffering in there. As she felt the sweat slowly be absorbed by her asshole brother and her pit become more and more dry she debated whether or not she should cause her body to sweat a bit more so she could torture him for longer. Then an idea crossed her mind as she pulled her rag brother out of her pit and dangled it in front of her own face stifling laughter. Drew was not dripping with his sisters nasty sweat and was beginning to stain.

 

“Awww is my asshole of a brother not feeling to good as his little sisters sweat rag. It’s okay how about you take a break from my tasty armpits ya?” She says mockingly. For a split second Drew let a feeling of relief wash over him. Relief that was swiftly yanked away as he watched his sister grab two ends of his body and slowly lower him downwards as he began to panic. He would struggle if he had a body to struggle with before he finally came to rest against the bottom of Jacki’s fur boot. He heard a giggle come from above followed by his sister’s taunting voice saying, “Get ready Drew cause you are gonna help me clean up my boots like a good nice older brother.”

 

He didn’t even have time to react as his sister began to run him back and forth across the tread of her boots. Instantly Drew could feel his body dampening and absorbing the mixture of dust, dirt, and god knows what else from the bottom of his sister’s boots before absorbing them into his body. He could taste the foul taste of it filling up his mouth and the scent of dirt as if his face was shoved into the floor. He would gag if he had the mouth to do so but instead all he could do was internally scream in pain as his body was harshy shredded against the tread of her boot. And just as he felt a moment of bliss when he was pulled away he was quickly moved over to the next boot and violently used to clean the bottoms of the other boot beginning the hellish cycle all over again. Finally after what felt like forever his tattered body was pulled away from the now decently polished boots. She had even used his body to wipe the fuzzy outsides of each boot quote “Just in case”. As his rag body was dropped on the bed Drew just lie there in agony. His mouth was coated in a mixture of bitter dirt and sweat from his sister. How the hell was she doing this and more importantly why was she doing this. He knew he could be rude but surely he didn’t deserve this.

 

Suddenly Drew was pulled from the bed and brought back to dangling in front of Jacki’s face who still had a smug smile on her lips as she stared at him. “Almost done with this phase of your torture Drew. Just one more thing for you to take care of. You got the outside of the boots nice and clean but you still need to get the insides.” She says with a smirk. Drew began to scream internally as much as he could as his sister turned him around to face the two boots resting on the ground. Now that he was facing them Drew could smell the cheesy disgusting scent of his sister’s feet wafting up to him like thick tainted air. He couldn’t protest as he was slowly brought down to one opening of a boot and his sister moved to pick it up. Without a word Drew was forced into the opening of the boot and straight into the insole of it.

 

The sweat soaked, gunk covered insole of the boot seemed to burn upon touching Drew. Not due to heat, although it was downright sweltering inside of the confines of the furry boot, but because of the sheer acrid taste and smell of the tattered insole. Instantly Drew’s mouth filled with the salty sour taste of his sister’s disgusting foot sweat that oozed from the insole into his body. Once again it felt like someone had took his nose and shoved it right into the crevice of his sister’s toes and there was no way to shake away. All Drew could do was suffer the scent and taste as Jacki dragged him across the insole slowly as if wiping it across his tongue. Back and forth he went picking up a mixture of sweat and gunk from her feet, all of which he felt himself absorb. At this point his mouth felt downright full of the mixture of dirt and sweat from all over his sisters body. Despite his desire to he couldn’t swallow, the mixture of everything he picked up just felt like it was trapped in his never closing mouth.

 

She dragged him across the insole before moving him to the tops and the tunnel where her foot entered into the boot making sure to take great time and care in dragging him across every inch of the inside of the boot to make sure he gathered every bit of er disgusting foot sweat. Jacki knew her feet could get downright rank, and now with her new abilities she could make them as bad as she needed to. As it stood the only person who had fet more nasty smelling than her was her mother, something Drew would get very well acquainted with in time she though with a snicker as she moved him to the next boot. She could only imagine the absolute agony that her horrible brother must be in right now. The thought of it filled her with so much joy as she pressed down with all her might to make sure the sweat from her boot insole poured into Drew’s body.

 

Finally she had cleaned both of the boots and couldn’t help but cover her mouth in suppressed laughter at the sight of her dripping cloth brother that dangled in her hand. She had one last thing she wanted to do while he was trapped in this form as she began to make her way back up the stairs, her brother tightly gripped in her fist. She couldn’t help but giggle at the idea the closer she got to her to her room. Flinging the door open Jacki danced her way over to the cup that still rested on her table by the mirror. With a grin Jacki brought her brother to her face one last time before pulling him away and pinching her nose.

 

“Jeez Drew you smell like...well like my sweat I guess but I suppose that’s my fault right? Well not really, you have been a rotten brother to me all my life so you kinda had this coming. Well don’t worry I’ll change you back, or at least out of this form after oooone last thing okay?” She asked as if Drew had any way of responding to her. Then with a cocky smirk Jacki let Drew go and drop downwards. Then much to her delight she watched as drew’s rag body fell into the cup of her redirected foot sweat and began to slowly suck all of the fluid up. Suddenly an idea came to her as she closed her eyes and began to focus on her brother trying to hear his thoughts. And once again much to her delight she listened as Drew internally screamed in agony. She listened as he felt an entire cup of her filthy salty foot sweat flooded into his mouth and nose and all across his body with no way to defend herself. Jacki felt a warm tingle cover her body as she finally realized just how much power she had. So as she left the room and her brother behind in the cup, but making sure to tune into his screaming mind, Jacki made her way to the kitchen to make a quick meal and give her brother a little time to fester in agony. She was hungry and more importantly she had a mission. She had to figure out just how she was going to use her wonderful birthday gift next.

 

End Notes:

Let me know if you have any ideas for the next torture. Skys the limit!

Chapter 2: A Sleepover Of Torture by HelplessChime

 

Jacki continued to eat her sandwich and giggle to herself much to her mother Alexa’s confusion. She was sure that her daughter would just be face down sobbing in her room for the rest of the day, hell even the rest of the week with what had happened to her birthday party. She didn’t blame her daughter for it of course. Her son had always been a complete entitled brat ever since their father had given him anything he had ever wanted. Their father had more money than they could imagine and yet never provided the rest of the females in the family with anything more than what was necessary for their survival. When he had died he left all of those funds to Drew who took after his father in not providing a cent of the fortune unless the family was in dire need of it. Unfortunately that meant they had to deal with his shit lest he one day decide he wouldn’t help the family out of an emergency. Due to his constant horrible actions the family quickly came to hate him, and after an outburst like today it was a mystery how her daughter could be in any kind of good mood. She could only wonder what was going on in her head.


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Jacki snickered a bit at the sudden gagging noises her brother made from upstairs. It had been about fifteen minutes now and she could only imagine the kind of agony he must be in about now. Forced to swelter with a mouthful of her sweat that he could never hope to swallow. Submerged part way into her murky foot sweat, his cloth body unable to absorb all of the fetid liquid. The very idea of it gave her so much joy and the internal sounds of his pain only helped in adding to that joy. This ring truly was the best gift she could have ever hoped for and she had only just scraped the possibilities of what it could do for her. She had to think hard about what her next step was going to be. She had all the time in the world but she wanted to make sure what she did was just right. Then an idea hit her and she quickly shoved the remains of her sandwich into her mouth before tossing the plate in the dishwasher and took off upstairs much to her mother’s confusion.

 

Jacki flung the door to her room open looking at the half empty cup of her sweat and the crumpled pile that was her brother with a big grin. She thought hard as a pair of gloves appeared on her hands before she extracted her sopping wet brother from the cup and made sure to hold him arms length away pretending to gag on the filthy smell that poured from his cloth body. With a quick nod the cloth vanished and her brother now lie on the floor gasping and gagging back in his own body. He was no longer covered in her foot sweat but from the retching sounds he was making it was clear the taste and smell had gone nowhere much to her delight. She skipped her way over to him and came to a rest in front of him and crouched down so she could meet his gaze.

 

“Wow you look rough. I bet that wasn’t a fun experience was it. Well now that you can see what I can do to you is there anything that you might want to say to me. Maybe some begging and pleading for mercy? Maybe even an I’m sorry?” She says smugly. Drew opened his mouth to respond but Jacki pinched her fingers together and he quickly found his lips stuck together. He brought his hands to his mouth and began trying to pull them open to no success and to his sisters amused giggles. “Well I don’t care what you have to say. You’ve never cared what me ot mom or Megan have wanted to say before so why should I care about what you have to say huh? Nah I think I’ll put you through some more torture first and then MAYBE I’ll listen to what you wanna say okay?” She says bitterly before standing back up and placing a boot on the back of his head. She peered out the window and saw it was getting late now. There wasn’t much she could do now but she did have one idea, a torture that would last most of the night for her asshole brother.

 

Jacki pulled out her phone and checked her snapchat to find her younger sister Megan’s story. Clicking on it she felt a grin cover her mouth as she saw what was inside. Videos of her younger sister and her friends at a sleepover enjoying the night with each other. They had played some soccer, a sport her sister loved, and had spent time watching movies but now the more recent videos seemed to show something just perfect for what she had in mind for her brother. A game of Truth or Dare was underway and from the looks of it, it was one hell of a game. One video showed a girl suspended by a hook in a wedgie and another with a girl having to lick the bottom of one of the girls cleats. All Jacki would have to do was turn up the intensity of their game a bit with her new found abilities and direct them at their soon to be new guest and she would have a perfect punishment for her brother that would last all night long. There was just one more little thing that she would have to take care of. With a grin still on her face and a nod to her reflection who winked back at her obviously approving of the plan Jacki closed her eyes and opened them to see her brother slowly shrinking in size until he was no more than the size of a barbie doll. Perfect size for a couple of thirteen and fourteen year olds to really have some fun with. Then with a snap of her fingers Drew disappeared and Jacki began to change in pajamas as she turned into Drew’s thoughts. She wanted to hear every bit of what her now sadistic little monsters were going to do to her torture toy.




Drew tried to cover his eyes as a bright light seemed to penetrate his retina. One second the world seemed to be getting bigger right before his eyes with his taunting little sister’s voice ringing in his ears, next thing he knew he was face down on a totally different carpet. The other big difference was how much larger the carpet fibers seemed than usual. He could only fit a few in a clenched fist, which was very worrying considering what he had just gone through. Suddenly he began to hear something. The sounds of female giggling and laughter coming from all around him. Drew clenched his eyes as tight as he could before forcing them open one last time and trying to see through his blurry vision and ignore the bright lights. Slowly the world around him came into view, although he quickly found it was a world he didn’t want to see. Standing all around him was a small group of teenage girls all in some form or another of sleepwear grinning hungrily down at him. As he tried to push himself to his knees he felt a sudden force press him back down into the carpet and the sudden presence of sweat and the scent of feet beginning to fall down onto him causing him to start thrashing and causing the girls to begin giggling at his plight.

 

“Well look at his little one right here. I guess our game is about to get a lot more interesting isn’t it girls?” the one above him said to which all the girls let out a series of affirmations. What truly sent a chill down Drew’s spine though was the voice itself. A voice that belonged to his sister Megan who for some reason didn’t seem to recognize it was him who she was crushing under her socked foot. Drew opened his mouth to protest or make himself heard but felt his face even more firmly pressed down and the socked foot grinding him harder against the carpeted floor and making the back of his clothing slick with her sweat. Suddenly the pressure was alleviated and his torso gripped in her fist as he was swung in her swaying arm as the group moved somewhere else giggling and whispering to each other all along the way. Drew struggled against his youngest sisters fist to no avail before he suddenly felt his stomach dropped as he was tossed to the floor bouncing on the carpeted floor with a grunt. Then one by one he watched with dread as six young girls suddenly fell i place all around him in a circle, each one with their socked feet kicked outwards and with evil grins plastered onto their faces. Drew was confused why they all seemed so eager to torment him until he noticed it. Each one of the girls had a small pink glow at the center of their eyes, just like the pink glowing heart in the eyes of Jacki’s reflection. Their behaviour was all her doing, which could only mean bad things to come for him, especially at this size.

 

“You picked the wrong party to come to little guy cause now you have to join in on our game. You could always refuse but if you do then we have no choice but to put you somewhere you can’t peep on us while we just try and have a good time.” a hispanic girl in black thigh high socks and hotpants said before nodding over to a blonde girl in white and yellow ankle socks and pj bottoms who reached behind her. To Drew’s horror she pulled out a gym bag that seemed to be packed to the brim with the girls soccer uniforms. If he got thrown in there he would surely sink down and be suffocated beneath their sweaty sports gear. The girls all grin down at him as Drew simply takes a deep gulp and nods slowly causing the girls around him to all cheer and some to wiggle their toes in their socks either to taunt him or merely in anticipation of whatever was to come.

 

“Alright perfect. Now whose turn was it again? Oh right Hannah it was your turn to ask right?” Megan asked from behind Drew to a girl with short red hair with freckles who was wearing a pair of pink fuzzy socks with some floor grips on the bottom as well as a pair of hotpants and a tank top like the rest of the girls. The girl apparently named Hannah let a smirk fall on her face as she looked right at Drew in the center causing his heart to beat much faster. With no warning her foot shot outwards and slammed into his stomach before trapping him under the sole of her socked foot and letting the sweaty flesh inside marinate the sock, and by proxy him, in her sour smelling sweat. Drew squirmed to pull any part aside from his head out from under the girls feet much to everyone else's delight.

 

“Alright little guy you know how the game works right. Although just for you we are going to add a special rule. If you DO pick truth then you are still going to get a little punishment. Can’t have you getting off to easy huh?” Hannah says rubbing her feet up and down as the grips on the soles of her socks tug on his skin. Drew could only question how that was fair in his head, deciding that it was probably not the best idea to talk back to any of these girls. So with no response he listened as her smiling voice asked, “Truth or Dare?”

 

Drew had to take a moment to think before hesitantly responding with, “Truth?” while trying to make sure her writhing toe didn’t find it’s way into his mouth, he had had enough sweat in his mouth to last the rest of his life already. The girls sucked her teeth in annoyance for a moment as she seemed to look up in thought before a cat like grin covered her face and then was directed at him. It was not what he wanted to see and as he felt the pressure of her sole increase on his chest he knew that nothing good was to come of this.

 

“Alright then how about this? Would you rather we torture you without feet or torture you with our asses?” She says devilishly and instantly filling Drew with dread. Both options just sounded awful but he had to think of something. He tried to imagine himself in both positions and neither appealed to him in the slightest. He imagined himself stuffed in a stuffy cheesy smelling sock or god forbid between one of these girls thick sweaty ass cheeks unable to move in the slightest. When put into that perspective Drew instantly knew that being subjected to a sweaty ass would easily be worse. So with a deep breath, that he quickly regretted, Drew responded, “I’d rather uh...I’d rather take your feet.”

 

The girls all busted out laughing as the foot was lifted a bit before slamming down onto him causing him to cough and sputter into the sweaty sock that now covered his whole body. He heard the sound of rummaging before the foot was pulled away and Drew stared in shock as his sister was now holding what looked like a frilly pink dress and some mary jane shoes that would have fit on a doll. And sadly Drew happened to be the size of a doll, which can only mean one thing for him, and it wasn’t a penalty he was looking forward to. And on top of that Megan looked to the other girls who all seemed to nod as if they were one hive mind before she held the dress in the middle of the circle of girls. Then one by one the girls leaned over top it and swished their mouths collecting mouthfuls of spit. Drew could only stare with sad eyes as each girl spat a large glob of saliva onto the dress and rub it in before he felt himself picked up by two of the girls and forcibly stripped. Slowly he saw a tube of glue applied to the dress and watched the dripping fabric come closer and closer to his struggling body.

 

Drew cringed as he felt the warm gooey dress pulled over his body and secured to his skin along with a pair of tight mary jane baby shoes and was then dropped to the floor. He tried to pull the clothing away causing the gruop of pre-teens to cackle at his misfortune and caused him to simply force the girls saliva to ooze between his fingers in a pathetic display of panic to remove the humiating garb from his skin. If this was just the start of his penalties for picking truth maybe he was better off going with dare. Speaking of it was finally his turn to ask someone something and he turned to look at all of them. With any luck he could get her to take a dare and save him. He turned to finally speak to his sister only to have a blonde girl in thick black knee socks and leggings to cheer from behind him, “My turn, my turn!” and a hot socked sole slamming into his back and once again forcing him onto the floor. This wasn’t how the game worked it wasn’t fair. And yet there was nothing that he could do unless he wanted to incur more of the girls wrath so he simply stayed silent and tried not to burst into tears.

 

“Okay Truth or Dare cutie.” The blonde girl said. Drew had already made his decision after his shitty punishment the last time so with a long gulp he responded, “Dare.” with not much confidence. The blonde girl clapped her hands together in excitement and began thinking. Although that thinking didn’t last for very long as she snapped her fingers and smiled down at Drew making him question his decision almost instantly. The foot was pulled from his body before her hand wrapped around his body pinning his arms to his sides. The girl stuck her tongue out at the feeling of her and the other girls spit touching her hands and Drew tried not to gag from the feeling of it being ozzed out of his embarrassing dress onto his skin.

 

Suddenly drew felt himself pulled downwards back where he came from and forced face first against the black socks. With his arms pinned at his sides he found no way to defend himself from the sweaty fabric to spread the vile liquid all over his face, causing him to sputter and gag in disgust and the girl holding him to snicker a bit. She leaned down next to him and said in a whisper, although still loud enough for the others to hear, "I dare you to chew a hole through my sock and swollow everything you bite off.” Instantly he tried to pull every which way to try and escape his future torment much to everyone's delight. The girls giggled as the blonde girl curled her free finger into her thumb and brought it behind Drew. With one swift motion the girl let her finger fly as she delivered a brutal flick between Drews leg causing him to scream in pain. Taking advantage of his open mouth the girl shoved him face first into the sock filling his mouth with the salty filthy fabric and eliciting another fit of cruel giggles from the preteens all around him.

 

With no way out and desperate not to receive another smashing blow to his testicles Drew swallowed what little pride he hand and bit down with all his might. Instantly he came to regret it as the vinegar like taste of the blonde girls feet consumed his taste buds and his eyes began watering at an insane rate. It was downright repulsive in every sense of the word but the worst part was, he wasn’t done yet. Slowly Drew began grinding his teeth back and forth causing the girls to break into harpie like laughter. Drew could feel as fibers from the sock began ripping from it and finding a home between his teeth and all over his tongue, a few even catching in his throat causing him to gag even more. The stench of her sock and the taste of the sweat soaked sock fibers made Drew sick and he could barely contain the vomit that kept trying to force its way out of him. How had it come to this, just a few hours ago he was living the life. Fresh from a party, tons of money in the bank waiting to be spent, and a nice cushy room to rest in. Now he was face first in his youngest sister preteen friends sock being forced to tear a piece of the sweat filled cloth off with just his mouth.

 

Finally with a strong tug that wrung out an entire mouthful of tear inducing salty sweat Drew finally managed to rip off an entire piece of the sweat stained sock as all of the girls around him cheered. He turned to spit it out but found the blonde girls finger shoved over his lips forcing the soiled cloth to stay in its place. Drew looked at her with panicked eyes almost pleading for her to release him but the smile on her face said she had no such intention. With a smug expression on her face she uttered the chilling words, “Now swallow it.” Instantly Drew began to shake his head from side to side eyes tightly shut as he tried to wake from this nightmare. He felt as the girls chuckled and used the finger holding his mouth shut to slowly shake his head up and down as if nothing as the circle of girls began taunting him saying things such as, “Looks like he agrees. Get that sock down little boy.” or “Look Laura he’s so excited to eat your sock he’s shaking.” and so on and so forth. Finally the girl Drew finally kew as Laura tightened her grip on his torso causing him to weez in pain as she brought him to her face. Using her free hand she simply flicked the air as hard as she could before slowly moving the finger down towards his vulnerable testicles. Drew knew he had no choice so with one deep breath, catching a whiff of all the sweat that coated him, he swallowed as hard as he could feeling the salty sock material slide down his throat and join the rest of the girls foor grime in his stomach. Finally Drew could hold it back no more, letting tears run down his face as the girls began taunting him, making kissing noises and cooing that, “Their baby doll was crying”

 

Finally Drew was dropped the the floor a sobbing heap of terrified tiny man. And as another foot approached and crushed him he knew his night was far from over. The rest of the night was nowhere near as easy as the first two tortures. The things he was forced to endure by the manipulated preteens was downright inhumane. To name a few one of the girls named Lynn had forced his arms to his sides with string making him unable to use them and forced him to walk across a thin piece of wood. Beneath him all the girls wiggling toes hungrily moved around as if waiting for him to make a mistake. As he neared the end one girl “accidently” bumped into it cursing him to fall down onto the carpet. Instantly all of the girls feet began wrestling and fighting for his body sending him into a hellish sea of stinky sweaty sock covered toes from which there was no way to fight back.

 

Another dare was for Drew to climb into the panties of her black haired friend before being pulled into the sweaty abyss of her fat cheeks. The girls spanked their friends ass causing his entire world to shake and be battered endlessly by the meaty cheeks. Eventually the girls took a break from tormenting him to continue a normal game of truth or dare. Although taking a break wasn’t the right term as he stayed plastered in her crack the entire time they played consumed by the sweaty cheesy hell of her ass compressing him from all sides. Every now and then the girl would let a brutal eggy fart slide from her guts causing all the girls in the room to break out into laughter reminded that I was being forced to endure the brunt of the gaseous attack. When he was finally pulled out of her disgusting panty prison it was only to be dropped back into the center of the sweaty feet circle for another round of disgusting torments.

 

The truths weren't much better. They constantly asked him things that would make his torture more horrible. They would give him options such as “I was thinking about either making you eat a mouthful of toe jam or forcing you to clean my armpits. Which one would you hate more?” Or asking him things about past tortures such as, “What was the worst part of my feet to clean just so the other girls know where to make you spend time.” Not to mention the penalties for the truths which all seemed to revolve around treating him like a doll, although not in any way that could be considered good. They forced him to take a “nap” tucked into their socks or eat “baby food” which was god knows what mixed with their foot sweat wrung out from their soccer insoles. Your sister was easily the most cruel of them all making you endure the worst of the punishments.

 

Easily the worst of the night was given by her during a dare round. His sister had always been somewhat meek and honestly fairly kind and yet for some reason now she seemed to be downright sadistic. Her dare was simple, “Open your mouth and eat whatever I put into it.” Drew could only watch in horror as his sister placed her toes right above his face letting the cheesy scent of her feet cascade down onto him. She easily had the worst smelling of the group and the sight of her sole was downright disgusting. Plack specs picked up from her socks and destroyed soccer insoles dotted all across her soles that were coated in an obvious thick sheen of old and new sweat. Looking up with his mouth open Drew cringed as a single drop of his sisters sweat fell into his mouth. But the worst was yet to come as he watched his sister grab the sock that was just moments ago on the now bare foot above him. In full view she used it to wipe the sweat from her underarms before bringing it right above her toes. Then to to his horror Drew saw his sister purse her lips and a small stream of saliva begin to cascade down onto the sock. Slowly the saliva leaked through the sock picking up the disgusting sweat mixture within. Then the mixture slowly leaked through the sock and began to ooze between her toes before collecting the sickening deposits of her filthy toe jam. Finally the slimy substance dripped from between Megan’s toes and right into his open mouth.

 

Drew finally could hold it in no longer as he instantly threw up onto the floor below him. All of the girls burst into a mixture of laughter and disgust except his sister who simply glared down at him. Drew silently pleaded to Megan with his eyes hoping and praying that she would find some compassion in her heart to finally end this torture. Instead the sock was pulled away and Drew could only sob as she wiped up his tiny pile of vomit with the sopping wet fabric before placing it back over her toes and coldly telling him, “Get back down there and open your mouth. Do that again and you’re going in the toilet for the night.” Drew managed to keep any more of the contents of his stomach down that night much to the dismay of the sadistic little monsters all around him. As late night finally came the girls were at last growing tired. Drew was just happy to have this litteral torture come to a close after having to lick every stain out of a gym sock which was quite literally impossible. Ready to go to bed Drew began to curl up on the floor but the taunting voice of his sister ended that quickly.

 

“Oh no you don’t torture toy. We have a special place for you to sleep tonight. We can’t have our little doll run away from us before tomorrow now can we.” She said as she retrieved a jar from the kitchen. He watched as they poked a single hole in the top of a lid. Then one by one the girls pulled out their soccer cleats as well as the sneakers they wore casually. Confused Drew simply sat on the floor trying to make sense of whatever the girls all seemed to be giggling at. Then it all made sense as one by one the insoles of the different pairs of shoes were extracted. Some were barely used and simply looked a bit shiny with a few months of residual sweat plastered into them. But others like his sisters had a clear black stain in the shape of her foot and tears in the rubber from literal years of being sweated into and absorbing foot grime. One by one the insoles were shoved into the jar until there was almost no room left. Then with a glint in her eye and a nod to her friends Megan pointed the jar at Drew. Two girls each grabbed an arm and a leg as Drew thrashed and pulled and screamed is hardest for freedom, for mercy, for this to just end. Instead all that happened is the two girls very slowly, almost as if taunting him, moved him closer and closer to the jar filling his nose with more and more horrid foot stench. Then with no mercy to be found the duo forced him head first into the jar, making sure he was deep enough to no longer be able to struggle.

 

Drew was sure he was in hell, all the torture he had endured had to have proved that much right? But as if god decided to prove it could get worse Drew felt water slowly flow all over him drowning him in a liquid that picked up toejam and sticky smelly sweat before pooling just below his face before the lid was screwed in the jar. Drew was confused, the water did smell foul and would likely grow worse as it soaked up more and more sweat from the insoles over the night but he didn’t see much point. That is until about an hour in when he began sweating profusely and the environment was thick with moisture from the sweat saturated pool below. They had likely stuck his jar next to a heater of some sort. Which could only mean that for the rest of the night all Drew could do was wait, sandwiched between a dozen plus insoles from a group of sweaty soccer sadists, and cook inside of her own personal foot sweat sauna. Drew would have screamed but he was afraid of catching anything more in his mouth. So instead he just hung there upside down, and suffered the stench.

 

 

 

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