Beer Pong (Patreon)

It was 8 years ago, in college’s dorms, an innocent game of beer pong.

It was you, your roommate and 2 girls from one of the close rooms, you had a crush on one of them, Liz.

The game worked like this - whoever wins can dare one member of the opponent team.

So you tried really hard to win in order to dare Liz to kiss you, but Liz was extremely competitive and did whatever she could to win the game.

It was a close game but then Liz managed to insert a ball in your last cup of beer, “Yes!” They both cheered and high fived, “time for my dare guys”, Liz purred mischievously.

“Ok Dare me…” you replied.

“I dare you to get infected with the shrinking virus, and spend the rest of your life as my tiny foot slave”.

You chuckled, “what? That’s not happening”

“She dared you! You have to do it now”, her friend said and giggled, you didn’t like her, she was kinda ugly both from inside and outside.

You looked at your roommate who was also confused.

“She can’t dare my whole life, it doesn’t make any sense”, you said.

“Yes I can”, Liz giggled, “and why are you so nervous?” She raised her foot up in front of your face, “wouldn’t you want to make it your little life project?”

You gently pushed her foot down, you blushed, “listen that’s really funny and all but I kinda have other plans for my life”, you said with a forced smile.

Her friend got closer, “who cares what other plans you have? You lost and Liz dared you, now you have to do it”, she walked angrily to her purse that was on a chair nearby.

“Is she serious?” You asked Liz, then looked at your roommate, “listen, I think we should go”.

You started walking outside but then a weird sensation numbed your body, you turned over and watched Liz who looked at you both with a smiling face.

You tried to take another step back but you just fell down, your roommate was holding a table next to the door but he couldn’t reach his hand to open it and call for help.

“What the fuck?!… what is that?” You asked while laying on your back, “what is wrong with us? What have you done?”

Liz quickly came and placed her foot on your chest, you didn’t know why but you couldn’t move your hands in order to push it.

“Liz, what’s going on? Please stop it”, you begged in a sore voice, but she just tightened her grip, you bent your head to the side and watched as the other girl also held your roommate.

“Stop, are you insane?!” You shouted, but then a weird sensation engulfed your body, you were shaking, and then you slowly saw how Liz is getting bigger and bigger, she lifted her foot up and watched you with a smile.

In just a few minutes both you and your friend were the size of bugs on their dorm’s room floor, the numb feeling slowly faded away, you tried to run in the direction of the door but Liz just bent down and picked you up, she held you in front of her enormous smiling face, “well that wasn’t just beer”, she said and giggled, “GG tho, you almost won”, she laughed and threw you inside a small cage they hid behind the television.

Her friend also picked your roommate up and threw him in another cage, “gosh, my feet tickles just by looking at them, it’s going to be so good”, she said in excitement.

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You were not obedient at first, during the next few days you tried to defy Liz orders but she always just smiled and said it’s ok, leaving you to starve in your cage.

You quickly realized that you have no choice but to lick her feet in order to get something to eat or drink, her feet had huge clusters of dead skin, you ripped off what you could and ate it, after workouts you licked her feet off foot sweat, in maybe a year you were completely obedient, a zombie doing whatever she says.

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Today, Liz already has a successful job, an enjoyable life, and is married with a kid.

During all this time you were a pathetic foot slave, surviving on her foot sweat after her work outs, eating her dead skin, she kept bragging to friends how smooth and beautiful her soles are.

Her husband also knew about you but he hadn't given it much thought, you were like some toy or a pet she had and everyone accepted it, and when they asked about you she usually explained it as “he lost his life to me in a beer pong game at college” and they would just laugh it off.

For the last 5 years you were kept inside an old shoe of hers, you haven’t left it not even once, when she wanted her feet treated she would just place the shoe on the table and place her heel inside, you would immediately start licking her sweat and grind your teeth against her dead skin, you were always in starvation state, and seeing her foot always made your eyes tear in joy since it means you are going to eat something finally.

In the evening her friend from college gave her a visit, they haven’t met in a really long time, while talking in the living room Liz went to bring her old shoes and placed them on the table, “look who’s here, Remember?” Liz giggled.

You saw her friend’s ugly face looking inside the shoe, she gasped and shrieked “oh my god it’s that guy from college?”

“Yeah, the one from the beer pong game”, she laughed.

“He’s still alive??? Wow”

“Of course he is, look at my feet!” She held her foot and caressed it in front of her, “not a single speck of dead skin, it’s his little life project to make my feet look good”.

“Wow… that’s really cool…” she said in awe, watching her sole.

“What about the other guy? The one you took?”

“Lol, he died so long ago… I think maybe 5 years”

That’s how you heard that your old roommate lost his life while being enslaved by her…

“Really? How did it happen?”

“You know, an accident, forgot to feed him for just 3 days and he died, that was lame”

Liz laughed, “well I always make sure to feed him at least once a day, and he’s thankful for it, right slave?”

They both watched you, sitting inside the shoe, you just nodded pathetically.

“Aw he’s so adorable”, her friend said, “you tamed him so well”, she smiled at her.

Liz smiled back at her, she placed her heel inside the shoe and you immediately stood up and started licking her sole from any dirt, sweat or dead skin leftovers.

“You are so lucky yours is still alive”, her friend said in an envious voice, looking at her feet.

You’ve never left this shoe for the rest of your life, it was your little prison, you just waited every day to see her foot all over again so you can feed on it, no one from your previous life knew what happened to you and the authorities didn’t care much because it was just too common for men to disappear once mutated shrinking virus started to be sold in the dark web.

Liz enslaved you until your last day.