This choice: she thinks for a plan to make u wrestle with her.... • Go Back...Chapter #4Isabel's Wrestling "Fun" by: Freako   -You-
After denying Isabel's wrestling offer, she walks back up to her room pouting (as she usually does when you don't do what she wants). You grab the remote and turn on the TV, kicking back and enjoying your free time.
"Hmm, Isabel seemed pretty upset, but I don't really want to wrestle with her right now. It's hot outside, the AC's broken, and she's probably sweaty as Hell." you think to yourself.
You clear your mind of Isabel and start watching TV. Meanwhile, Isabel is upstairs cooking up a plot to steal your attention.
-Isabel-
"Oh my GOD! I can't believe David turned me down! He never does anything like this!" she whines, pacing back and forth in her room. "There's gotta be a way to convince him to play with me! I can't just sit up here and do nothing all day!"
She looks around her room for a way to make you wrestle her. She glances at her laundry basket, seeing a pair of dirty socks that she threw there after her soccer practice the day before.
"That's it! I'll make him smell my feet! My feet are sweaty now, but they need to be super sweaty for it to work..." she says, her eyes lighting up. "I know! I'll wear those dirty socks, put on my Nikes and run around the neighborhood a few times. There's no way my feet won't be drenched when I get done!"
-You-
You hear the stairs creaking, and look over to see Isabel running down to the front door.
"I'm gonna go play outside!" she says.
"Okay, go ahead." you reply, your eyes still locked firmly on the screen.
About an hour passes before Isabel returns, completely soaked in sweat. She takes off her shoes, walks over to the couch and throws her right foot directly on your face. The smell of her sweat-soaked socks immediately pulls your attention away from the TV, and you push her feet off your face.
"What are you doing Isabel? That's disgusting!" you shout.
"If you don't play a quick wrestling match with me, I'll do it again!" she says, confident you'll agree.
"Ugh, fine, but no more than 5 minutes." you say, pushing yourself off the couch. "Huh, that's weird, I feel a bit shorter." you think. You assume your mind is just playing tricks on you and carry on.
"Ready? I'm sure I'll win this time!" Isabel says.
"Yeah, whatever just go." You reply.
Isabel immediately jumps at you, catching you off guard and tackling you to the floor. You struggle for a while, almost pulling her off, but she sits on your chest and pins you down. She looks at your for a moment, smiles, and shoves her crusty socked feet back into your face.
"Hey! I wressud yoo, get yor foot off my fae!" you shout under Isabel's feet, your voice muffled by her soles.
"This is your punishment for losing! Besides, I never said I wouldn't do it again if you DID wrestle me!" she says.
She pulls her crusty socks off and shoves them in your mouth as you try to yell at her for making you smell her unfathomably smelly feet. You try to spit them out, but your mouth is covered by her soles as she shoves her toes in your nose.
"Sniff!" she shouts. "Or I won't get off of you."
You take a deep breath of your little sister's sweaty feet. She starts wiggling her toes and sliding her wet soles up and down your face, smothering you in her sweat. You start to feel dizzy and feel her feet getting bigger on your face. She looks at you in disbelief and takes her feet off for a second.
"Woah! David, you shrunk when you smelled my feet!" she said. "I have to see if I can shrink you more!"
She shoves her feet back in your face, wiggling her toes over your nose. She yells at you to sniff again, and you obey, taking a deep breath of your little sister's foot odor. You start to shrink more, and after about ten minutes, you're the size of a small toy.
"Wow, David! You're so small now! I can do whatever I want with you." Isabel says, removing her feet from your body so as not to crush you.
Suddenly, there's a knock on the door. Isabel gets scared she'll get in trouble if anyone found out she shrunk you, and frantically looks for a place to hide you.
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