Katie was currently pressed firmly against the inner part of Priya’s left thigh. Priya was sitting, legs crossed, on her couch, wearing running shorts and a t-shirt. Apparently, it was her day off, and she was spending her afternoon lounging around. Katie’s “body” temperature rose the longer she was pressed against the smooth skin of Priya’s thigh. Occasionally, Priya would wiggle and bounce her right foot, obvious that she was sensually rubbing Katie up and down. That is, if she even remembered Katie was there at all.
About three weeks had passed since the transformation took place. Katie had hoped that her consciousness would eventually fade away into the release of death. However, this was proving to not be the case. She was seemingly kept alive by Priya’s body. She was, after all, a part of it. She did not require nutrients or water, not that she could eat in her form anyway. She never felt tired or fell asleep, but rather always remained in full alertness.
Priya shifted her sitting position. With her legs still crossed, her right foot shifted upward, exposing her sole to the air. Katie felt a temporary spout of pleasure as cool air hit her, a moment of happiness which was quickly stifled as she came to a rest in a position that forced her to stare up at her captor’s face. A site she had only seen a few times and not in over a week, her mind quickly filled with seething rage as she stared at Priya’s smug grin. She loved the fact this random person was now stuck smelling and tasting her gross feet for eternity! Priya was mindlessly laughing along with something on the TV, but each smirk and giggle only made Katie want to tear her head off even more.
Although she had spent the majority of the last three weeks pressed against the ground, a sock, or the sole of a shoe or sandal, Katie had been able to pick up bits and pieces about her captor’s life. Priya and her sister Amara still lived with their parents and appeared to be extremely well off. Their house seemed to be massive, judging by the number of steps it took Priya to maneuver through it. The family often dressed in expensive more traditional Indian garments when they went to social events. Their dad clearly made a fortune at some sort of top-secret facility that produces nanomolecular shrinking technology and transforming chemical solutions. Priya did not work much and was clearly spoiled with endless finances by her parents.
Katie continued to study Priya’s face. Adding insult to injury, Priya was stunningly beautiful, with radiant light brown skin, large, wide eyes, full lips, a head of thick, long, shiny black hair, and defined features despite slightly puffy cheeks. Katie had always considered herself to be plain and average looking and often found herself envious of girls with defined features… such as the giant ones looming above her. “This spoiled little bitch has it all and gets to live a life of luxury… I had nothing and busted my ass… and for what? To heal a small cut on her fucking foot??”
Priya shifted her position yet again, smiled, this time adjusting her foot closer to her crotch, to intentionally annoy her captive. Katie was forced into the shorts fabric covering the giant woman’s pussy. Humid, musky air wafted out, forcing the womanly scent along with other body odors into Katie’s senses, which she somehow still maintained. She could smell, and taste. Taste whatever the foot itself currently tasted and smelled like. Priya had not yet showered today, and the combined scents were overwhelming. Her sister had also lied – Priya did not take particularly good care of her feet, instead opting to barely pay attention to them at all.
“Fucking wonderful,” thought Katie. The foot containing her began bouncing mindlessly, caressing its captor against the massive genitalia.
Priya erupted with a boisterous laugh at something on the TV. Her annoying laugh relentlessly mocking Katie, as if taunting her that there would never escape.
Katie then once again felt herself whip through the air and down to the carpet below as Priya stood up. She would never get used to that; each time an intense pressure would be transferred into her consciousness.
Priya walked to her kitchen, grabbed a glass of water, and returned to the couch. Plopping down hard onto the couch cushion, she then propped her bare feet up and slammed them down on the coffee table in front of her. Katie now had a straight view of the TV screen. Some reality show was on, a genre Katie despised, but the simple matter of seeing faces other than that of her captor delivered a harsh shocking reminder that the world outside of this foot still exists and everyone else gets to live their lives, something she would never experience again..
After her show finished, Priya flipped through channels for several minutes before settling on a local news program. Several think pieces regarding racial and socio-economic aired, the very topics Katie had been passionate about and dedicated herself to fight for. “Ugh… boring.”, muttered Priya.
Several minutes passed and Katie could hear Priya audibly doze off and begin lightly snoring. Katie continued watching the news, not that she could look away.
Suddenly, a news bulletin flashed on the screen: “SEARCH FOR MISSING FEMALE COLLEGE STUDENT CALLED OFF”. Katie’s mind went into a nervous panic as she watched this story unfold in front of her. Her biggest fears were confirmed when her picture came up on the screen. Having been unable to find anything, they had given up. The news anchor mentioned having spoken with her friend Danielle, who had been the last person to speak to Katie. Danielle had told the authorities that Katie mentioned she was en route to her house to celebrate, but never arrived.
Horrific existential dread came over Katie. The news piece had only re-affirmed that there was absolutely no way she would ever be saved from this existence.
“Katie’s parents gave a heartfelt and compelling closing statement in the following clip,” the news anchor said. Katie froze – she was about to see the faces of her grieving parents. She wanted to comfort them and return to them more than anything she had ever wanted. This might be the last time she would ever get to see them.
Priya shifted her sleeping position. Katie was flipped on her side as the sole of Priya’s right foot slid over and slammed into the sole of her left foot just before the clip began. The other foot blacked out her vision, stifled her hearing. She did not get to see or hear her parents.
The timing and circumstances of this made it abundantly clear to Katie: all her life’s work didn’t matter; her past was erased. She was just Priya’s right sole. Karie would’ve cried if she could, but being essentially a tattoo, able to smell and taste, such “luxuries” were forever out of her reach.
An hour later, the alarm went off on Priya’s phone. She smiled, remembering she had a date scheduled for the evening. She left the couch to begin getting ready.