Unimpressed - Epilogue (Patreon)

Few days later, you learned more about her while serving her feet a few times a day.

She wasn’t a goddess, she was a normal hot chick, all of her majestic stunning aura was gone when she was casually at home.

You even saw her crying one time because she got a message she didn’t “get the cover” or something you didn’t understand.

You couldn’t help but feel a grudge choking feeling for giving your life away to someone so easily, and not just your life, you gave her everything you had, including your free will, and you just had to keep obeying her, you lost your voice, every time you tried to say something nothing came out. You couldn’t explain it, but she dominated you in a way you couldn’t even comprehend or explain.

Every time her feet hovered above you you couldn’t breathe, you were always being reminded by what she said in the taxi, that one day you will just end your life underneath her, it paralyzed you.

You also learned that she’s a model, and you started understanding your true purpose in her life, you were a prop, something she used to enhance her photo shooting sessions, licking and serving her feet was just a bonus and a way to feed you in order to keep you alive.

Sometimes she held you, pulled your limbs like you were a rag doll, smiling and giggling to the camera. Other times you had to lick her boots.

You got the orders from her camera-girl, probably a student for filming or something, she shouted at you to change positions from time to time, either kissing or licking.

And sometimes she just pressed you with her foot, and you were always sure that this is it, she’s finally going to crush you, but it never happened.

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It was a life of absolute servitude, you had nothing to eat except for her foot sweat and grime, you had no one to talk with - she ignored you completely and in general took you for granted and treated you like shit.

What hurt you the most was the fact that she was dating and sometimes even brought guys home to have sex with, every moan you heard from the bedroom humiliated you further, in your date you felt like she’s above every living thing, far above having mortal stuff like sex, you felt so stupid.

After the sex and when the guys were leaving, she used to come to the living room for a cigarette, opening your glass cage with her toes and just letting you go out and lick her foot sweat, without saying anything, and without giving any sign of satisfaction while you lick.

You felt like the most pathetic being in the world, and this feeling hasn't left you since that date.

You were losing weight, your hair started falling out rapidly, you constantly felt sick and depressed.

She was talking on her phone while your head was between her toes again, desperately cleaning any grimy spot your tongue can get to.

“I want to try again”, she said with a determined voice.

“The cover?” Her camera girl asked.

“Yes, I feel like this is it”, she replied.

“Ok, I’m free today, you want to do something spontaneous? With you it usually works better”

She leaned forward, looking at you with contempt, “yeah, let’s do it now, pick me up, we can make it before sunset”

“Ok, packing the gear and coming”, her camera girl said and hung up.

She sighed in pleasure and laid back, squeezing your head a few times with her toes.

“Dirt, you are going to get me the cover”, you were shocked, it was the first time she talked to you since you shrunk, you pulled your head out of her toes and stared at her.

“What are you looking at? I need you focused today, you need to put up a good show”

You had no idea what she’s talking about, but you nodded.

She giggled and sighed, “I swear, you are by far the most pathetic bug I ever owned, get back to work, lick like there’s no tomorrow”, she said and closed her eyes, laying back and breathing heavily, like she’s calming herself down towards something important.

You pushed your head back and licked as hard as you could.

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The camera girl picked her up, she brought you without the aquarium, she just dropped you inside of her purse and your glass cage remained in the living room.

The way was bumpy and you kept getting hits from random stuff in her purse. When she took you out, after your eyes adjusted to the bright light, you figured you were on the beach.

She was wearing a swimsuit, she held you and stood by the water, her camera girl took some shots.

“Ok listen, I need you to do it as slow as possible, ok?” The camera girl said, “I want a variety of photos this time, so we can choose the best one”

She nodded and placed you on the sand, she looked nervous, she gulped and hovered her foot above you.

You looked at the ball of her foot, the one she pointed at back at the taxi, she pressed you with it to the sand, so this is it, it happens today, you thought to yourself.

“Why isn’t he squirming?” The camera girl asked.

“I don’t know, squirm bug! I told you to make a good show!” She said and pressed your head in the sand, then pressed your body harder.

You started squirming helplessly, knowing it won’t help, knowing you are going to die underneath her either way, the pressure was overwhelming, you couldn’t hear them anymore.

Every time she stomped you you were sure that this was it, but the sand prevented you from getting crushed. She rested both her feet on you and pressed as hard as she could, but your body somehow resisted it.

You desperately cried in pain, just wanted it to end already, but she kept pressing your body and not suffocating you.

Suddenly she kicked you to another position, you fell by the water, embracing yourself and shrieking in pain, she stepped on you with her heel, twisting it a little, you felt like your body was about to burst, then she stomped you again, you felt like she’s getting angry but you had nothing to do, it wasn’t your fault.

Then she kicked you again, you fell near a rock, the sand was a bit harder here, you tried to get on all fours but the ball of her foot pressed you.

*crack*

You screamed in pain, your lower body was crushed, your hands were twitching forward in a weak attempt to crawl away but

*CRACK*

She pressed so hard you almost blacked out, your body couldn’t move anymore, your lower body was pulverized completely.

You gasped for some air, something to suit the pain, grains of sand fell from her sole on your body like rain. She twisted her foot so hard that

*SQUISH*

Your body ripped apart and smashed.

Your lifeless body remained stuck to her sole, together with the sand and dirt, where you always belonged.

(Don’t miss the other theme photos, there’s a comics as well)