Lucky Shoe
Tiny Way to Die
chapter 22
by
copier
· original author:
hieverysomeone
In the end you decided that while eating from your brother's foot gunk, it was less demeaning than living in an ass, and having your father ram his cock into you and cum on your face everyday. You start to look at the silver lining, if you were in his shoe, everytime he took them off, you could get out and stretch, but with your mom's ass, you would be in there 24/7, inhaling her asshole's fumes. You with all your strength, you say, "Shoe", choking on a bit of your brother's thick cum that was still filling your mouth. Your brother had a triumphant look in his eyes when you chose his idea. Once your decision was made, your mother bathed you and cleaned off the vomit, shit and cum, then your father carried you to your brother's room to where he kept his lucky shoes. You arrive in your brother's room, and you see him waiting there. Your father drops you off and leaves. The room smells like teenage boy body odor, making you wrinkle your nose in discomfort. Your brother just sits there and looks at you, then says, "Since you're going to be living in my shoe for the time being, I have a few rules I want you to follow." You just stare at him. "First, I like to play with my feet while they are in my lucky shoe so I don't panic when I do, second, don't make any noises while you are in my shoe, thrid, my sole and toes are rough, so I won't be able to feel you well or at all. I also tend to be forgetful, so keep that in mind if I accidentally forget where you are. Fourth, during the night, I will block the entrance to my shoe with the sock I wore on my other shoe, so that the lucky shoe doesn't let out any of its luckiness, during that time, you are required to stay in the shoe meaning that you are to sleep in my shoe during the night. Fifth, I will not talk to you during the day at all to avoid looking weird, and during the night, I might give you a few words. Some days, I might not even interact with you at all, not even a look in your direction, even if you speak to me I will ignore you. Sixth, I have a slight foot odor and sweating problem that I don't want you complaining about, because according to the doctor, my foot stinks 60 times more than the average human's and my toes are 80 times more, so a slight sniff can knock almost anyone out, I also sweat 100 times more than the average human, so an activity that would leave anyone normal person with barely any sweat, leaves me with a pool of it that I've used to drown ants with. My sweat is also much thicker than the average sweat, and stickier once it dries, so I usually pour all my sweat from my other shoe into a glass, but I leave the sweat in my lucky shoe. Eighth I have cross country every day, so I will be running about a few miles with you, and in the changing room, the coach banned me from taking off my lucky shoe because it once made a nerd that was passing by pass out, so you'll have to wait until the night because mom also thinks that I should keep my lucky shoe on because of the smell, and the amount of sweat she has to mop away or someone as slipped on. Ninth, when I am talking to a girl I like, you don't move a muscle, and you can tell that I like her because I sweat even more than normal. Tenth, if you are in any danger, because my sweat is drowning you, or my toes are suffocating you, or even if you are shrinking, and my foot starts to crush you, then you permission to lick in between my big and second toe because that is were I am the most sensitive. Last, your head will always be with my toes, and if the smell gets too bad for you, don't hold your breath, it doesn't help, just imagine it's cheese. Got all that?" You just stared at him for a while, then nodded slightly, your neck still broken from when your mom's butt cheeks wrapped around them and clenched, snapping it like a twig without her even noticing. You didn't expect so many rules, or rules at all. Some seemed a bit harsh, but hopefully you can survive. "Oh yeah, and if you break any of the rules, I'm going to stuff you into the smallest ball your body can make, then put you in between my sweaty toes, where sweat and toe jam will be your only friend and you'll be fighting for survival every time I scrunch my toes, and I'll leave you like that for the rest of the day, and sleep with my shoe on. Sorry, but I need to have discipline in my shoe." He said. You look at him in shock. "Anyway time for the shoe now" he said as he carried you to his shoe
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