Diagnosed, part 12 (Patreon)

This is the last chapter for a while. I know a lot of you were looking forward to this point, so i hope you like what you'll read.

[part 12]

Erin could tell that Donna was enjoying the massage, as the woman's plump toes wiggled sensously over her head. Her feet were much bigger than Rachel's but were apparently as much sensitive. Erin could also hear her mom moaning in pleasure when she touched a particularly sensitive spot, to the point where she actually said "Thank you honey, that's really what i needed" before removing her foot and presenting her with the other. Despite how humiliating this simple gesture had been, Erin couldn't deny that she enjoyed the brief moment where her mother would praise her for something, even as trivial as a foot massage. At the same time, she couldn't help but notice how natural it had been for the woman to just put her other foot in front of her without saying a word, like she had grown accustomed to this new kind of relationship relatively easily, then realised that probably the wine she was drinking had made her bolder.

It was when Erin put her hands on the other foot that Rachel decided to remove her own shoes. The brat had given her occasional glances all the time, while she had seldom dared to turn towards her. It seemed she had waited for the right moment, as if she had calculated when would be the best time to enter the scene. "Phew!" Donna said as Rachel removed her socks as well "have you decided to kill your poor sister?" She joked around, obviously hinting at the young girl's foot odor. "I told you mom! She doesn't mind! Actually, i'm starting to think she enjoys it!". Rachel added while propping her bare feet on the table, not very far from Donna's. When Erin looked on her left, she could really appreciate the size difference in the two women's feet. Rachel's were short and slim, while the one directly in front of her were much taller, but also somewhat wider.

"Oh shut up, now." Donna sounded incredulous. Even her toes stopped wiggling around. "You can't be serious!" She instinctively retracted her foot a few inches, which was much farther than Erin could reach. "I'm telling you, she begged me to treat her like a dog! I think being shrunk messed with her head or something". Donna shook her head. "I just can't believe this. Erin, is this true?". Erin felt like it was the now or never moment in her new life. Either she risked Rachel's wrath and told the truth, with the possibility that her mother still wouldn't believe her, or she took the decision to basically become the family pet without any chance to ever come back. She looked at her mom straight in her eyes, unable to take a decision. And when she opened her mouth to speak up, Rachel seized the chance, and said "Look for yourself" as she unlocked the screen of her phone. 

Erin had no way of watching what was going on, but if her mom's expression wasn't eloquent enough, the audio coming from Rachel's phone was unmistakable. "Sit" the voice in the video said. "Heel!" she commanded another time, and in the time inbetween the orders, there was a very audible girlish laughter that Erin knew was accompanying each one of the tricks the evil girl was making her perform. She had nowhere to hide her face, if she could, she would have dug a hole in the coffee table to just bury herself in. Instead, she was forced to watch her own mother shake her head while she thought that she was performing those dog tricks on her own will.

"Jesus, Erin" the disappointment in her voice was so thick that it almost literally hurt. "This is sick. What kind of person would enjoy doing this?" she added. Erin was almost about to protest. This was just too much. But again, Rachel stopped her before she could speak. "I told you mom. She's not a person. She's a shrinkee!" Donna shook her head one more time. "At least she's good as a little doggie" she added. "Aren't you, Toejam?" she hissed, looking at her sister straight in her eyes. Unable to stand up for herself, Erin just said "Yes" and lowered her head in shame. All the years of abuse, injustice and mistreatment had lead her to this point, and she couldn't help but feel responsible for her own condition. Would have things been different if she hadn't been so horrible to her sister?

"Oh mom, you haven't seen the best part yet!" Rachel interrupted her train of thought, breaking the ominous silence that had filled the room. "You want to see why i gave her that name?" she added, to the absolute horror of her older sister. It was obvious where this was going. "Come on, put your feet back close to her. If you liked the massage, you're going to love this bit!". Everything inside Erin screamed to leave, to just find a way to evaporate into thin air. But once again, she could only stand there, watching as her sister convinced their mother to try yet another "service". It took her less than she'd expected, and eventually Donna put her feet back on the table, exposing her bare soles. "Come on, do your thing!" said Rachel, as the excitement in her voice was evident. "This better be good" Said an unimpressed Donna as she took yet another sip from her glass.

With her face carefully hidden behind Donna's forefoot, Erin gave a last, desperate look at the girl who had changed her life forever. She wanted to plead mercy, she wanted to scream "please don't make me do this", and even though she didn't find the strenght to mutter a single word, she knew her eyes spoke for her. But Rachel was relentless. She was quick to dismiss her shame, and just encouraged her one more time, smiling from ear to ear. "Don't be ashamed to do what you want. I'm sure mom will love it like i learned to". There was simply no way out of this. Erin stuck her tongue out, and gave a long, intense lick to the sole of Donna's foot.

The moment she felt the tongue touch her, Donna instictively cringed and backed away. "What the hell was that?" she asked. "Did she actually lick my foot?" the woman sounded so bewildered by a thing that Erin had grown almost accustomed to over the past few days.  Rachel laughed so hard at her mom's reaction, and when she finally managed to breathe normally again, she said "Didn't i say she was a good doggie?".  Donna could only shake her head. "Come on mom, don't be like that. It really feels amazing after a while!". Erin couldn't believe how fast the woman had been convinced. She looked in disbelief as Donna slammed her heel on the table yet another time, and without the need of her saying a single word, she simply went back to her task. 

Like the smell, the taste of the woman's sweat was quite similar to Rachel's but there was a very distinctive difference. She kept licking and licking, eventually hearing Donna suppressing a laugh at her expense. No more than a minute had passed, and Donna finally addressed her directly, rotating her foot just enough so she could look at her face. "I have to admit, Toejam. It does feel amazing". She then put her foot back in place, and sipped some more wine. She had her lick for half the episode they were watching on TV, and eventually changed foot without saying a single word. "Don't fill up on mom's feet Toejam, you're doing mine next!" was the only thing that Rachel said to her. 

And she was true to her word. After watching the whole episode, she said "Ok mom, i think you've had enough" and when Donna didn't respond, she bursted out in genuine laughter. "She fell asleep!" she said, doing her best to be quiet, but still snickering between each sentence "You really have a talent, Toejam! Now come here, help me relax as well!". While Erin meekly walked towards Rachel's awaiting feet, she gave a look at her mother, and could only observe the fact that she had indeed fallen asleep. Apparently, she did find her treatment relaxing.

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one week later

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"Bye mom!" Rachel shouted while passing in front of Donna's home office, while she was busy typing at her laptop. "I'm off to practice!". Just one instant before she left, she stopped and asked "Have you been working since this morning?". Donna took some time before managing to raise her head from her work, and smiled at her youngest daughter. "Huh? Yes honey. I need these files to be ready by monday". Rachel shrugged, and gave a look under the desk where Erin was kneeling on a small piece of fabric, and was industriously licking the woman's feet. "Have you kept her like that the whole time?" Rachel inquired. "Well, not the whole time. I did have some lunch" Donna said, seemingly embarassed. "She's amazing at helping me focus" She said, as she caressed Erin's head with her big toe. Rachel stood back up, and only said "Well, let her rest some time! I want her after practice today. Bye!". She waved at her mom as she left, and Donna distractly said "Sure honey", while going back to her work.

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