It had been a grueling six days. You probably lost about 10 pounds, the human body simply wasn't meant to live off of dead skin and toenails. Dirt probably had more calories! The constant stomach pains and gnawing hunger meant it was difficult for you to sleep. Not that they gave you much of a rest having to lick feet for hours and hours even long after the sun went down.
Finally your family came to pick you up. Amy of course found it hilarious you were so thin.
"Haha look at how skinny you are Stan! We'll make you look like one of those anorexic chicks!"
You knew your sister would have no mercy on you so you turned to beg your mother. "Please mom, I love you. Please give me real food. Please I need to eat I don't want to starve death. Please, I'll be able to lick feet better if you give me food. I'll have more strength, please mommy!"
Amy sneered while your mother looked at you considering.
"Well it seems like you are finally learning to speak correctly, thinking about how you can better serve the feet of your family. But I'm not yet convinced."
You crawled over to her high heels and rained kisses on them as you begged and pleaded for all that you were worth.
Amy laughed at how pathetic you were. Who would have thought you would have been reduced to this just a couple of short weeks ago? Gina finally snapped her fingers.
"Enough. I'll give you a chance to get back your food privileges but you must please both of my sisters. And it will be THEY who decide if you were a good enough foot servant for you to eat real food."
You swallowed heavily. Your aunts were mean and they had always favored Amy. You had your work cut out for you!
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