“Pe-yew!” were the first words Ken heard as he finally came too.
He gagged as he took his first breath and his eyes shot open to find he was still lying on his back inside Kelly’s disgusting tennis shoe. Fortunately though, his youngest sister’s rank unwashed feet weren’t accompanying him at the moment, though he didn’t want to wait for them to return. He put some effort into sitting up on the moist insole, it was somewhat difficult given the fact that Kelly’s weight had apparently caused him to be partially embedded in the worn out fabric. Fortunately though, the tape that once bound Ken had long since lost its stickiness. Ken felt sick as he recalled the point in Kelly’s playground trip when that happened.
“These sure do stink,” came the girlish voice again, this time accompanied by a matching giggle.
Ken knew that voice, it had to be Rosie, the evil sister that had confined him to Kelly’s shoes in response to his refusal to kiss her ass. She had begun to see herself as a goddess before Ken and the ass-kissing was the result of the demented game she had come up with due to this self-image. Looking up, he indeed saw Rosie, standing over the opening of the shoe, several hundred feet over head. She was holding her nose plugged with her left hand and waving away the fumes of her younger sister’s feet with her right. Ken didn’t feel any sympathy for her plight, considering her had just spent the last few hours choking on that stench and it was all thanks to her. Ken clenched his fists tightly, but let the anger drain from his body. Rosie had already put him through hell, if he yelled and screamed at her, she might just decide to turn him into Kelly’s permanent insole. Ken gulped at the thought of being under Kelly’s feet every day she went to school, every afternoon that she went out to play, until her shoes fell apart at the seams. It was better to think happy thoughts he realized and one was quickly approaching as Rosie extended her right hand down, reaching into the shoe and grabbing Ken. The thirteen year old said “Ew” the whole way though as she felt the damp fabric inside the young girl’s shoe.
Once Ken was in hand, Rosie excitedly ran up to her room, closing and even locking the door behind her. She was happy to be away from Kelly’s disgusting shoes and was sure that a few hours inside them had soften her older brother to the idea of worshipping her like a goddess. Ken meanwhile, just enjoyed the feeling of being free from his prison of sweaty socks and stinky shoes. Even if that freedom was him being clutched in Rosie’s clammy hands. Of course, the relative comfort of Rosie’s firm grip was never meant to last. Soon after Ken heard the click of his younger sister’s door locking, her fingers pulled away and the tiny boy fell a few feet before landing on the girl’s plush, white comforter. Rosie then hopped up on the bed next to him, rolling over so she lay on her stomach, her head propped up by her hands, and her eyes looking towards Ken, cruel ideas clearly forming behind them.
“So you ready to worship your goddess now? Have you had enough time with Kelly, Goddess of Filth and Muck?” Rosie asked, giggling at her little sister’s new nickname.
“No and yes,” Ken replied bluntly, getting to his feet and crossing his arms. He had to take a firm hand with Rosie, he may be smaller but he was still older.
“Well that’s quite rude,” Rosie said, a pouty look on her face.
“Rude?” Ken asked, his temper beginning to flare up, “You trapped him in Kelly’s godawful sneakers while she went to the playground.”
“That’s only because you refused to kiss your goddess’s perfect butt,” Rosie replied, not at all phased by Ken’s anger.
Ken was about to continue the argument, but as he opened his mouth, Rosie put her index finger to his lips, covering basically his entire face. A soft “shhhhh” whispered past her lips as she quieted down her unwilling worshipper.
“Now then, Kenny, your goddess is going to be nice and give you a chance to redeem yourself,” Rosie said with a smile as she pulled her finger away from Ken. Ken remained silent, feeling it was best to keep his anger at the back of his mind, he would get away from Rosie in good time. By the time he was unshrunk, Rosie would be grounded till she went to college.
Taking, Ken’s patient silence for a plea to continue, Rosie explained, “I have seven tasks for you, kind of like those Hercules had to get through. Expect they’re actually important things for me, like getting my nails painted, or cleaning out the gunk between my toes.” Rosie explained with a devious smile, clearly enjoying her self-given status as a goddess among shrunken people, “If you complete all these tasks, I, Rosie, the Goddess of Beauty and Grace, will forgive you for not giving my cute butt its proper respects.”
“And if I refuse,” Ken scoffed, he knew it wouldn’t be pleasant, but it might just be a better alternative than waiting on Rosie hand and foot.
Rosie’s face lit up as Ken suggested not obeying his little big sister’s commands, “Glad you asked, because I have a special punishment in mind if you don’t do as your goddess asks you.”
The tiny boy didn’t like the build up Rosie was giving this. She had already proven herself to have a twisted imagination, one fueled by her latest history lessons. Still, he had to remember that all that really mattered is which of his two options would give him a better chance of completely escaping this wrathful “goddess’s” clutched.
Rosie waited another moment, continue to stare down at Ken with a grin, “As a goddess of beauty, I am a goddess of girls everywhere. If you refuse me, you’re refusing all girls. So if you continue with this hu-bur-is,” the young girl spoke having a bit of trouble with the last term, still a new word to here, “I will punish you accordingly by sticking you to the doormat at the front of our house for the rest of the week. Then you’ll be stepped on by me, Kelly, Kathleen, and all of our friends.” Rosie finished the explanation of Ken’s potential punishment with a smile. This goddess game had gone to her head, it had already been clear that she enjoyed being in charge, but now it was beginning to become an issue for her. A good shrink might be what she needs, Ken though, giving a mental chuckle.
“So…..will you complete my tasks or will your goddess have to yet again punish you?”
The twelve year old’s face told Ken that she would be perfectly happy with either option. It was on him now. He weighed the options against one another, thinking them through carefully, deciding the advantages and disadvantages to each in terms of the overall event and his chances of escaping from them. He finally came to a conclusion and yelled it up to Rosie.
Choice 1: Ken accepts, deciding to stay on Rosie’s good side for the time being. Rosie then proceeds to force Ken through a gauntlet of tasks such as cleaning between her toes, painting her nails, and other such demeaning jobs.
Choice 2: Ken refuses, thinking he’ll be able to escape this torture fairly easily. Rosie, unfortunately, decides to use a tube of super glue to stick him to the family’s doormat, preventing escape, and Ken is subjected to an onslaught of different girl’s feet for the next few days.
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