Careful What You Wish For (Chapter 23) (Patreon)

“Yeah, yeah, I know. It probably looks tacky. A polished turd is still a turd, or whatever the saying is,” Kayla remarked. She pursed her lips and shrugged halfheartedly as she raised her foot high off the ground for a better look at this artistic statement she’d just made using the one-incher’s sobby squirming body, still coiled tightly around the spongy pillar of that toe, without a hope of him getting loose until she decided. “See, I thought about making you into a REAL toe ring. You know, like made of metal and stuff, but then I realized that would probably feel totally okay to you. Like, it wouldn’t hurt. Because rings are supposed to do that. And where would the fun be, then? So, you might be a lot uglier than gold – I definitely wouldn’t brag about my new bling to anyone – but I gotta say, there’s just something special about seeing a pathetic wimpy out-of-his mind foot-freak get wrapped right up on that foot he’s such a freak for. And if you ask me, any accessory you own should be special. It should mean something. In this case, it means I just LOVE making you hurt from all the things you’re cuckoo for, loser. I love that feeling so much that I’ll even wear the nastiest piece of jewelry I’ve ever owned just to make it more true.”

Cody was shocked that for as intact as his human body remained, clenched snugly around Kayla’s toe without snapping, he felt even more in-pieces than he had while transformed into sweat or IcyHot. Every part of his insides stung like they were pointing in the wrong directions, making him unsure if he was about to either implode or burst from the strain of being knotted backwards around the cylindrical bulginess of her rosy-tan second digit. That sensation only multiplied when Kayla rose from the couch, transferring pressure from the rest of her skyscraping frame back into her feet, and took her first step forward while wearing him like this.

By now, Cody was no stranger to the battering humiliation of being trapped inside or even turned into a piece of his keeper’s footwear, but as she’d put it, there was something “special” about this time in particular. His whole stretched-taut little frame already felt like a concentrated nerve-center of unbearable duress. And then Kayla added rapid motion and the regular pressurizing swell of her flexed toes to this equation. Though that giant feminine digit currently shoved like a log through the circle of Cody’s twisted body was relatively plush, even still damp with entrenched sweat and draped with gray mottles of vinegary lint, and it didn’t bear too much of the giantess’s weight each time she took a step, other horrid factors nonetheless made up for that mercy by regifting the shrinker with gut-wrenching fear and pain during every throbbing lurch forth. Each pulsing squeeze from those digits on either side of his ringed body released a fresh rinse of exercise slime from her flesh, and Cody soon thought he might rupture asunder into a hundred unrecoverable pieces, if she only cinched him just a bit closer into that improved noose of her toe gaps.

It luckily (or unluckily) never came to that gruesome end, but especially after everything he’d endured today with no real breather, the little creature was at the end of his rope. Each time his face was allowed to slide back out of Kayla’s toe gulch, though his bent-back limbs never had that luxury, he let out a haunting yelp that was as reflexive as food-poisoning vomit. Cody knew it was a bad idea to make any noise that might disturb his owner while she stalked about the house, but he couldn’t help it now, just like he couldn’t help literally any other aspect of his existence while gnarled into a piece of human jewelry and worn as a puny trophy on the polluted toe of his least-favorite giantess on Earth.

“Yiiiiikes! So… much… COMPLAINING!” Kayla grumbled, once her diminutive accessory’s miserable anguish had been voiced past her tolerance level. “Okay, Cody, you talked me into it. Maybe we’ll make you a little more glamorous after all. It can only improve things, right? Plus, it might finally shut you up for good.”

At once, Cody’s body began hardening into gold as if he’d received an accursed Midas touch, though not with the smoothness of a traditional band, as his body retained its freakishly twisted human-like shape, only forced to remain rigid and halcyon-shiny now. Kayla’s main grievance with her moldable slave was finally answered when the gold infection froze the shrinker’s head into a solid statue form, leaving him unable to make noise, though the dread was still etched on his gape-mouthed bug-eyed expression. Just like that, the giantess was wearing a conveniently-quiet golden toe ring that had been forged to look oddly like a tortured shrunken version of her sister’s wish-lost boyfriend, while the dehumanized creature himself still felt every single pinch and prick of discomfort from her punishing toes, only now without the freedom to shout it out somehow.

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“Well, well, well. Look who still hasn’t learned his lesson, even after all this time!” Kayla callously simpered, grinning as she said it, which frightened Cody much more than if she’d simply frowned and spat on him in disdain. “But, don’t get me wrong. I’m not surprised, either. You’ve just shown me so many ways that you’re the stupidest saddest slimiest midget loser who ever crawled around in the dirt licking up some girl’s foot sweat, that you literally can’t shock me anymore, even if you tried. It’s just… inevitable, I guess. You’re a sick little addict. It’s all you are, and it’s all you’re ever gonna be.”

Kayla had cooped him under her toes at three inches tall for a worshipful massage while she relaxed on the couch, evidently too bored of torturing him for today to come up with anything else more existentially terrifying, and had even gone a long time without acknowledging him, which was her unfortunate slave’s preference. Almost like she’d temporarily forgotten she possessed him at all. And at this stage of his degraded torment-soaked sexual nightmare of a life, being ignored while doing something humiliating and exhausting to service her – minus the more intense agony – was pretty much a miracle. For that reason, Cody’s heart sank along with his spirits at the sound of such bright-eyed splendor in Kayla’s voice, and he didn’t even know what she was specifically referring to yet, as he endlessly toiled to knead and tongue this workout-puffy grime-laced region of underfoot majesty.