Sweaty Routine (Patreon Exclusive) (Patreon)
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Hi patrons, this one is exclusive for you, this story is a bit different and I really like how it came out, it’s more of a narrative of your alternative life in a shrinking virus pandemic reality.
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You have been hers most of your life, she was your neighbor, a teenager at that time, and you were just a kid.
Those were the early days of the pandemic, and not much was known about it.
One day while walking alone back from school, just before reaching your home - you caught it, shrinking all the way down to being a bug size.
She was lucky, sitting at her porch reading a book, she saw it happen, so she went to pick you up and went back to her home.
As a kid you thought she would help you, but it was never her intention, she decided to keep and raise you as her pet, thinking it’s cute, hiding you from her parents, during those years you were placed inside of a small cage in one of her drawers, from time to time she opened it and fed you with crumbs, a bit of water, enjoying the fact you belonged to her, a human as a pet.
Eventually she left home, having an apartment of her own she didn’t had to hide you anymore, she was a college student now, you were a teenager, being captive for half of your life, you slowly forgot who you were before, she was about everything you had in life, waiting for her to feed you as seeing her were the highlights of your days.
In time, shrunken slavery became a dark norm, and she was reading about it in blogs and social media, although the cure exists for a long time now, and currently most men are being vaccinated, the phenomenon remained, and many girls were lucky enough to keep a slave.
What especially caught her eyes was foot slavery, women having a shrunken man to lick and treat their feet, she was following a girl who claimed that her shrunken slave lives off only her foot sweat and dead skin for 3 years now, it excited her.
And so your life has changed, from being a captive pet to being a foot slave, every now and then she got you out of your cage and ordered you to lick her feet, it was disgusting at first, but after a lot of “convincing” from her side you became an obedient shrunken foot slave, treating her feet.
She kept feeding you with crumbs and giving you water in parallel to the foot treatments, probably afraid she might lose you, so every treatment ended with some crumbs, it was your treat for being obedient, “good boy”, she kept saying at the end of every treatment.
Years later, she graduated, started a new job, she drowned in her pursuit of career, neglecting herself she stopped looking as beautiful and attractive as she were, gaining weight, you noticed that it bugs her - she kept checking herself in the mirror, trying diets, weighing herself daily, she kept reading online about ways to keep a healthy life while also maintaining a career.
You’ve noticed that one of her only joys in life now were when she enslaved you, she always sighed and rested while you licked her feet.
You still remember the day she first read about the “feeding a tiny” diet, this was the day your life became from a bearable captive life to an endless nightmare of slavery.
She was working out all the time, causing her feet to be soaked in sweat, and then you had to lick and swallow it, when she felt like it’s not enough - you had to lick sweat from her armpit as well, and since that day, her sweat became your only source of nutrition.
She loved that diet, feeding you in her sweat motivated her to continue, that was the idea of that diet - work hard in order to keep your shrinky alive since you can’t let him eat anything else, the world was full with cruel trends being shared in social media.
Slowly she had her beautiful shape again, working out once or twice a day, you waited for her to move on and passed that trend, but it never happened.
You are a young adult now, and she was a successful healthy business woman, smoking hot, beautiful, she had many men who wanted her, but she wasn’t that interested, having a one night stand every now and then, but no serious relationships, every time it happens it intrigued you, who are those giants who visits her, and why is she moaning like that from her room, you couldn’t tell.
To you, every day looked almost the same, she ends her morning workout and then you are on your knees, licking and swallowing her foot sweat while she relaxes with a coffee and browsing her phone, then you are back in your cage until she comes home in the evening, after she finished her day with another workout, relaxes herself with salad and watching TV while you do what you know best, swallowing her foot sweat.
When she let you lick her armpit were the best days, it was tastier, in time became your favorite kind of food, out of only 2 options, foot or armpit sweat.
It’s been many years with that routine, you didn’t know who you were before, you forgot and didn’t care anymore, you even forgot the years you were being treated inside her drawer, all you knew now was her feet and delicious armpits, you knew every crevice, crack and birthmark on her soles, you knew the best spots in her armpit, the ones that were filled with pure sweat served in a bowl shape just waiting for you to sip it. Life wasn’t that bad, you just didn't know any better.
Whether you liked it or not, this has been your life for so many years.
You didn’t know how to talk, you didn’t know your age, she never talked to you, you only knew orders, you knew what “lick” means, “eat”, “good boy”, simple commands, like a dog.
By now, you didn’t even have a name, your owner was all you knew, and for her you were just a useful tool to maintain her diet.
She was probably in her 40s now, she was a career focused kind of woman, not interested in marriage or starting a family, she had guests on rare occasions, you didn’t understand what they were talking about, many words you didn’t know or remember their meanings, but you always enjoyed when she had guests, different people to see and hear, some female friends she had also knew about you, but she never let anyone else enslaved you, they were just poking your cage and talking to you, laughing and smiling, the word “cute” was something you heard a lot and realized it’s something positive as well.
One morning as she placed you in front of her feet after a workout, you didn’t feel well, your stomach hurt, you were pale and as you tried to lick her foot sweat you puked and coughed.
She examined you, asking you a question you didn’t understand, then she said “lick” and pointed at her foot, an order you knew well.
You tried again, but your body rejected her foot sweat, your system probably couldn’t take it anymore, you needed better nutrition after what was probably almost 2 decades of eating only sweat.
You could tell she was angry, but you didn’t know what to do. She threw you in your cage, after a while tried again and you couldn’t do it, she was talking on her phone.
Later that day another woman came by, it was a very long time since you saw another giantess, she asked you questions and you didn’t know what she wants, you nodded, your owner was mad, then the woman placed her foot in front of you, it was sweaty, “lick”, your owner said.
You got closer and tried to lick it, but then gagged and puked again, her sweat tasted weird, it was the first time you tasted sweat that’s not of your owner, she made a disapproving face and started explaining something to your owner and eventually left, your owner looked displeased, examining you with a disappointed face.
It’s been a few weeks where she kept trying to force you into licking her sweat and you couldn’t do it, no matter how hard you tried, not even her armpit sweat, you got thin, sick, pale, with almost no sources of nutrition whatsoever.
One day your owner came in with a cage, placed it on a shelf, and you could see that there was another shrunken man inside, you really wanted to talk with him, you never met anyone like you.
But then your owner opened your cage with a displeased face, she placed you on the ground, telling you something in a sad tone, you were never on the floor before, you looked around trying to understand what’s happening.
She raised her foot up, looking at you with mercy, it slowly descended upon you, you panicked but didn’t know what to do, eventually it sticked you into the floor, you squirmed and tried to release yourself from beneath her foot, but the pressure grew stronger until *CRACK*.
Your whole body crushed beneath her, and you were nothing but a red pulp, your crushed remains stuck to her sole, she released a relief sigh, a little sad maybe, she cleaned your remains and threw the tissue to the toilet.
After so many years of slavery, she just replaced you at the first time you became useless, maintaining her diet was far more important than your miserable life.