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I went cold as two more portals to my sister’s foot dimension opened up and already pungent odour in the room doubled. Then, I felt warm as the pair of sweating soles closed in. The heat that they exuded was immense, which made a lot of sense given the state of them.

    “I hope you’re thirsty, bro, because the amount of sweat you have to slurp up just doubled.”

    “Luna… please…” he wheezed, finding the tainted air uncomfortable to breathe.

    “Want it to triple?”

    She raised her hands again, fingers at the ready. I felt my eyes widen of their own accord and desperately shook my head.

    “No! I’ll do it, I’ll do anything you want!”

    “That’s more like it! All I want is my nasty feet cleaned. So, get to it!”

    Apparently I was taking too long to kneel, because my sister sighed and suddenly an invisible force pushed me down. Before I had any time to prepare for the gruelling task ahead four smelly soles fought over the space in front of me, pushing each other out of the way to win that prime worshipping position.

     With them being so close, my eyes began to water, stinging from the strong scent.

    “What are you waiting for?” she asked, following the question with a giggle.

    Even extending my tongue was torture. The air was so saturated with stench—with the hot sweat steaming from her boots and soles. She was watching my expression with glee, biting her lips which were curled up into a permanent grin.

    My tongue finally touched against the grimy heel and I honestly thought it was about to shrivel up. The flavour was more intense than anything I’d ever experienced, the sharp flavour of feet was disgustingly potent.

    “Have I ever told you about my foot dimension?”

    “No,” I said between licks.

    “Well, perhaps right now is the perfect time to tell you all about it!”

     Every lick made me either shudder or whimper; sometimes both at the same time. You’d think it would be nice having some kind of distraction, but as always, Luna choice her words to tease, taunt and threaten unpleasant future events.

    “It is exactly what it sounds like: a pocket dimension filled with replicas of my feet. Some are exact, like the foot you cleaned downstairs and these ones here. Most of them are worse. Stinkier, sweatier… sometimes bigger! I’m talking giant. The smell scales with the size.

    “Whilst they’re in there, hanging around doing nothing, those feet are constantly subjected to a diet of heat and tickling, which makes them sweat like crazy. Also, they believe they’re constantly undergoing a long, exhausting workout, stuffed into rubber boots without socks on the hottest of summer days. You’ll have to trust me—for now—when I say those feet react accurately to those conditions.”

     It was too much. The taste and smell defeated me.

    “Luna, I can’t do this. Have mer—”

     My lips were magically sealed shut. The underhanded tactic of swapping between mouth-breathing and nose-breathing was taken from me, rendering my sense of smell responsible for enduring the entirety of the vile foot odour.

     “Such a shame. I was going to show mercy, silly! Once you’d finished lapping up the sweat and stink from all four of these feet I planned to let you go. Not any more, bro.” She grinned harder than ever. “Now you’re screwed.”

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I went cold as two more portals to my sister’s foot dimension opened up and already pungent odour in the room doubled. Then, I felt warm as the pair of sweating soles closed in. The heat that they exuded was immense, which made a lot of sense given the state of them.

    “I hope you’re thirsty, bro, because the amount of sweat you have to slurp up just doubled.”

    “Luna… please…” he wheezed, finding the tainted air uncomfortable to breathe.

    “Want it to triple?”

    She raised her hands again, fingers at the ready. I felt my eyes widen of their own accord and desperately shook my head.

    “No! I’ll do it, I’ll do anything you want!”

    “That’s more like it! All I want is my nasty feet cleaned. So, get to it!”

    Apparently I was taking too long to kneel, because my sister sighed and suddenly an invisible force pushed me down. Before I had any time to prepare for the gruelling task ahead four smelly soles fought over the space in front of me, pushing each other out of the way to win that prime worshipping position.

     With them being so close, my eyes began to water, stinging from the strong scent.

    “What are you waiting for?” she asked, following the question with a giggle.

    Even extending my tongue was torture. The air was so saturated with stench—with the hot sweat steaming from her boots and soles. She was watching my expression with glee, biting her lips which were curled up into a permanent grin.

    My tongue finally touched against the grimy heel and I honestly thought it was about to shrivel up. The flavour was more intense than anything I’d ever experienced, the sharp flavour of feet was disgustingly potent.

    “Have I ever told you about my foot dimension?”

    “No,” I said between licks.

    “Well, perhaps right now is the perfect time to tell you all about it!”

     Every lick made me either shudder or whimper; sometimes both at the same time. You’d think it would be nice having some kind of distraction, but as always, Luna choice her words to tease, taunt and threaten unpleasant future events.

    “It is exactly what it sounds like: a pocket dimension filled with replicas of my feet. Some are exact, like the foot you cleaned downstairs and these ones here. Most of them are worse. Stinkier, sweatier… sometimes bigger! I’m talking giant. The smell scales with the size.

    “Whilst they’re in there, hanging around doing nothing, those feet are constantly subjected to a diet of heat and tickling, which makes them sweat like crazy. Also, they believe they’re constantly undergoing a long, exhausting workout, stuffed into rubber boots without socks on the hottest of summer days. You’ll have to trust me—for now—when I say those feet react accurately to those conditions.”

     It was too much. The taste and smell defeated me.

    “Luna, I can’t do this. Have mer—”

     My lips were magically sealed shut. The underhanded tactic of swapping between mouth-breathing and nose-breathing was taken from me, rendering my sense of smell responsible for enduring the entirety of the vile foot odour.

     “Such a shame. I was going to show mercy, silly! Once you’d finished lapping up the sweat and stink from all four of these feet I planned to let you go. Not any more, bro.” She grinned harder than ever. “Now you’re screwed.”