Being a high school student isn’t easy, from all the stress of learning around you, to all the life changing events happening at the time. However, one thing that certainly makes it much more difficult is bullies. Vanessa was one such bully, your bully to be more specific. You were never all that strong or athletic, much more of a nerd than anything else. This all would make you the perfect target for any mean, popular and tall high-school girl.

This bullying often took form in many ways, from the regular lunch money theft and mockery, to much more rough and unique forms of torment. A week ago she found you alone in the locker room and decided to knock you onto the ground. You were too helpless to stop her as she just sat down on your chest and placed her disgusting gym socks against your face, rubbing them around relentlessly. You were washing sweat and sock lint out of your hair for hours that day.

Luckily, in one of the few moments of peace, you managed to find some time away from her in the science lab. You have spent some time working on a solution, which if applied correctly, could shrink anything down to about a tenth its size. The thoughts of praise filled your mind as you realized how much this invention could help with transportation, and perhaps many other things too. This feeling of sheer victory seemed to only empower you further as you sprinkled a bit of the liquid on a nearby chair, shrinking it down until you could fit it in your hand. You’ve done it, it’s finally complete, now you could show this to your professors and finally be successful and maybe even get away from that horrible bitch tormenting you all the time.

“What’cha doing there, shrimp?” A familiar voice spoke out in a casual mocking tone from behind you, the sound of the door closing following closely after as you realized who decided to visit you. Slowly turning around, sweat already starting to form on your forehead, you’d see Vanessa. Standing there with a mocking smile, her school uniform making her seem almost innocent as she approached.

“It’s some nerd stuff again?” She feigned boredom as she spoke, but you both knew she was just trying to make fun of you even more as her steps echoed in the room. Her shoulder-length golden hair waved a bit as her black eyes concentrated on you. In a panicked hurry, you’d stand in front of your experiment, definitely not wanting her to break it as you spoke: “Just some school stuff! W-what do you want, Vanessa?” The fear in your voice was difficult to hide as you stared back at her, visibly a much less fearsome form compared to the six foot tall beauty.

A short snicker would leave her as she got in front of your face, confidently leaning her head to your ear as she spoke in a teasingly seductive tone: “Oh nothing, just wanted to have some fun with my favourite plaything~” Her coo would make you shudder. However, nothing compared to how much your heart sank as her eyes darted to the table behind you, seeing the liquid solution and the tiny chair next to it as she exclaimed: “What? Are you playing with dolls now? What’s that toy chair thing?”

Her hand would reach to grab it, lightly pressing on it with her fingers. You knew she was going to break it if you didn’t do something, so your hand immediately went to grab her own. She seemed to immediately be trying to pull away, but you quickly shouted: “T-that’s not a toy! It’s a real chair I shrunk down!” You felt regret at those words moments after you said them. Her surprised expression stared at the chair, lightly squeezing it as she noticed the odd way it moved, not like a stiff plastic toy, but definitely like one made from wood.

Before you had much time to react, her hand would take advantage of you grabbing her, suddenly pulling on you as her leg tripped you, causing you to get knocked down onto the ground beneath her. You didn’t even have much time to react before her foot was on top of you, grinding her shoe against your chest as the pressure kept you grounded. Her face would stare down at you with disgust as she spoke: “Tell me right now how you made the chair small or I’m going to kick the shit out of you...” The cold tone in her voice made it clear that she was serious.

You knew you shouldn’t, you knew that telling her was a bad idea, but fear was starting to get the best of you as your hand rose up and pointed towards the table. “T-the liquid in the vial can shrink things if you pour it on stuff.” You explained simply, much to her amusement as she smiled and picked up the vial. She seemed to have a devilish idea as she turned to look back down towards you. “Do you have a way to reverse it?”

You were surprised by her curiosity for a moment as you opened your mouth to answer honestly: “Well, no, not ye-” Your voice stopped as she suddenly opened the vial and turned it upside down. Within moments the contents started to pour all across your body, hitting your face as almost immediately everything started to look blurry. “Whoops~” She’d exclaim, suddenly tossing the vial behind her as it broke against the ground.

Your whole world started to grow as the weight of Vanessa’s shoe got heavier and heavier. Her already divine looking form just looked that much more superior as you dwindled down in size, swiftly getting so small you couldn’t even be considered a person anymore. The sheer scale of Vanessa’s body became overpowering as you stopped shrinking, your new size being a mere 6 inches as almost your entire body was covered by the shoe. The filthy underside of her sole covering your body, and the clothing that shrank with you, with dirt and dust as the pressure never ceased.

“Look at you! You’re so tiny and pathetic now! And you said you can’t change back, right?” Her voice seemed more filled with excitement than anything else as her shoe would soon rise. As it did, you’d see just how filthy the underside looked as bits of dust and dirt fell from the sole and landed on top of you like tiny pebbles. Beyond that, you’d see her smiling face, seeming beyond happy at your predicament. Chills went through you as you realized she truly was enjoying the horrible state you found yourself in. You knew Vanessa was a bully, but at this moment, she seemed more like a heartless Goddess staring down at her toy.

“Wanna know a secret? I prefer you this way. You were practically born to be nothing but a tiny toy underneath me.” Her words echoed in your mind as she spoke. Her feet were moving around nearby as she slid her shoes off, letting them drop down onto the ground nearby. The fall of the large object would shake the ground around you, making you cower in fear, much to her amusement. Her socks would soon follow as she placed them down nearby, revealing her massive bare soles, her toes wiggling in the air above you.

As you stared at the enormous, sweaty soles, the first thing that hit you was the smell. The powerful smell of her feet, which you already were familiar with before, was so much worse now that you were the size of a mouse to her. It couldn’t even be compared to anything else as the strong stench of sweat invaded your lungs and made your body shudder from the horrific concoction of smell. This only seemed to amuse her more as the large foot descended, suddenly smacking on top of your tiny body and pinning you under it. You could feel the soft surface of the foot pressing down on your body, the warmth of her sole radiating against you as the wet sweat rubbed off on your body. You were being utterly overpowered by the foot of a high school girl and there was literally nothing you could do about it. Every moment you just hoped someone would come and rescue you from this torment, but as seconds passed beneath Vanessa, you knew nobody was coming to your rescue anytime soon.

“Kiss...” Her voice spoke simply as a shocked expression covered your face. You stared up at the titanic woman in disbelief as she said that. Your hesitation, as slight as it was, seemed to swiftly gain the anger of your bully as the massive toes suddenly smacked down against your face. You felt your head being pressed against the ground as her toes rubbed against your face, pushing down roughly as bits of sweat covered your face and were even forced in your mouth. “I told you to fucking kiss!” Her voice spoke again, muffled by the flesh around you, but unmistakably getting impatient with you.

Out of desperation, your lips would pucker out and start to kiss your tormentor’s gigantic toe. The sweat would stick against your lip, much to your own disgust, as every kiss just hammered in how much control she had over you. This seemed to please her, if slightly, as she raised her foot back into the air, placing it down onto the ground in front of you, alongside her other foot. She appeared to be simply waiting, looking down at you as you slowly managed to get up. Your body itself was utterly drenched in her sweat, the stuff dripping from your clothes across the entire front of your body.

“Crawl to my toes and kiss them, I’m gonna need to explain to you how things work from now on, okay?” Her authoritative tone made you immediately drop to your knees as you crawled closer. The disgusting smell still invaded your lungs as you brought your face to her dominant toes, kissing the top of them obediently.

“So, first of all, I’m no longer Vanessa to you. I’m your Goddess, and you’ll refer to me as nothing else if you don’t want to end up inside my sneakers during PE. Start licking if you understand!” The last line was full of impatience as her tone frightened you. Almost immediately you started to lick her big toe, your tongue going across it as you suddenly tasted the strong, salty, filthy taste of her foot. It was almost gag inducing, but you dared not stop as you mumbled out nervously: “Y-yes, Goddess”.

“Good boy~” She spoke out in a coo, trying to mock you even further as she then continued. “However, I don’t remember saying you’re allowed to speak. I’ll have to punish you for that.” She added, commenting on your statement. It was unfair, completely unfair, and yet you couldn’t stop her, you couldn’t even protest the decision as you continued to humiliatingly lick the toes of your gigantic tormentor. Her toes would suddenly flex, frightening you as you leaned back a bit. This only seemed to cause amusement as she leaned down, grabbing her sock from before.

“I think I’m going to just keep you in my sock for the rest of the day. That’ll teach you to obey Goddess Vanessa, right?” Her words were ridiculous, but the sheer dread of the situation made it impossible to fight back in any way. Her hand would suddenly lower down to your tiny body, grabbing it as you were loomed over her wet sock’s entrance. The smell immediately hit you, making you cringe in disgust. You didn’t have long however as you were soon dropped, sliding down the length of the sock and all the way to the bottom of it.

“Oh, and you better lick and kiss my toes the entire time if you don’t want to end up in an even worse place next, got it, foot slave?” Her foot soon loomed over the entrance as she started to slide it inside. Before long, her massive sole would push inside, her toes rushing in as they smacked against your face, pressing you to the sock. Much of your body would be stuck under her sole as your head got trapped right under her toe arch. To say the area was sweaty would be an understatement, Vanessa’s sweat soon becoming the very air you breathe as she put on her shoe, sliding her socked foot inside to the point that it was impossible to breathe any fresh air from here.

“Mmmm, foot slave… I kinda like that! I’m gonna make you a slave for my feet! Not like a loser like you deserves to touch any other part of me.” Her words echoed with even more mockery as she shrugged, seeming satisfied with the way she destroyed the know-it-all nerd. Her foot soon landed on the ground, the immense pressure hitting your tiny body as you couldn’t help but squeal out in pain. Vanessa started to walk back to class, and every one of her steps was making you wish she’d just crush you to paste and end it.

However, you knew she wouldn’t, she was being careful to keep you alive as her slave for as long as possible. Out of fear, you soon started to lick against her toes, your tongue sliding across the sweaty surface as you desperately tried to please your new owner. Every lick was disgusting torment to your insides, just as every one of her steps was torment to your bones. But none of it compared to the sheer humiliation of the entire situation. You knew it was over, you’d never be able to escape, nobody would ever find you because nobody would ever look for you in some girl’s shoe. Your life was over, at least your old life. Your new life was beginning, enslaved to the feet of your former bully, now your Goddess. 

Your sight was filled with nothing but complete darkness as the overpowering smell of Vanessa’s feet invaded your lungs. Every single minute spent inside this stinky, warm prison felt like some kind of humiliating eternal punishment. The pressure from her bare sole pressing you against the wall of cloth beneath you made it hard to breathe the sweat-filled air, every cell in your body begging for a shower as the only sound that filled your ears was the distant background sound of your professor’s lecture, with the occasional loud scraping of Vanessa’s shoe against the ground, an act which shook your entire world every time it happened.

You dreaded every second of your new life under the feet of your bully, although you knew that calling her your owner was much more appropriate considering the situation you were stuck in. Every breath you took was filled with her scent, the potent smell marking your insides as well as every inch of your body. The clothing you wore was utterly drenched in sweat, covered in her smell so badly that you’re certain it could never be washed out. That’s not even mentioning just how deeply the muddy substance from under her toes has managed to entrench itself into your hair, it was practically like a much more disgusting and sticky version of dandruff.

To make matters worse, you remembered exactly what she told you when she put you in this wet, dark prison. You have to lick and kiss her soles like your life depended on it because it did. She bullied you mercilessly before her foot was bigger than your entire body, you didn’t wish to know how brutal she could become if you disobeyed her bratty whims now. You had no choice but to open your mouth wide, the heavy atmosphere filling your mouth immediately as you leaned closer to her warm sole and began to lick.

The tiny tongue would gently drag itself across the salty surface of Vanessa’s sole, trying your best to please her with the pathetic show of subservience. The strong taste of her foot made you shudder for a moment, the humiliation of the act just now starting to truly enter your mind. Of course she already made you lick her feet before putting you in here, but just the added embarrassment of being completely stuck inside her sock and shoe while she was peacefully attending class, with nobody else aware of your predicament, made you feel that much more pathetic as a result.

Despite this, the taste had somehow managed to get even worse in the time that her nasty soles were allowed to stew further inside her shoe. Or maybe it was just your imagination, the complete lack of fresh air combined with the sensory deprivation in the darkness making the unpleasant smell and taste so much more apparent than it would have been otherwise. Whatever the case may be, it didn’t take long before you found yourself choking on the disgusting sweat, forced to cough out the vile substance as your slight involuntary movement caused you to rub your head further against the underside of her wet digits, adding to your discomfort.

A shudder left your body as the slimy stuff stuck to your hair and lightly dripped down your forehead, your eyes and mouth closing as you tried to weakly pull your arm up to rub the sweat off. It was hard for you to move it, the pressure of Vanessa’s soft sole pinning your body. It was like having to move around while having five mattresses on top of you, if said mattresses had been heated and drenched beforehand. With some considerable effort you managed to slip your hand up to your face, wiping away the thick liquid from your brow before it got all over your face.

At the same time, while you were struggling to not drown in your classmate’s sweat, said classmate had started to notice the clear lack of worship happening inside her shoe. She specifically remembered having told the tiny nerd to worship if he didn’t want to be punished. However, she was a merciful Goddess to her new tiny plaything and would decide to just let you off on a warning. A soft smirk formed on her face as she looked down at her feet and began to lift her leg up into the air.

As you were still breathing heavily and trying to recover from the coughing fit, you began to feel the ground around you start to lift up, like an elevator suddenly rising high into the air. If you weren’t already in a laying position you may have tumbled down onto the ground from the sheer speed and force as the gigantic toes lightly curled around your head, giving a soft squeeze for but a moment that made you instinctively scream in terror. It was short lived, but in that slight motion she managed to smack your face right against her nasty foot, shoving bits of filth and sweat into your mouth and covering your face in the stuff. Your muffled screams would be felt like tiny vibrations until her toes finally let go, moving back in position. However, that didn’t free your face, the slight force and sticky, wet surface making your head stay pressed against the soft skin for the moment as you desperately pushed with your hands to try and get your face unattached from your bully’s foot.

Just then you felt the sudden descent of your surrounding, your captor stomping her sole down onto the ground with some force. The sudden smack onto the ground was so powerful it immediately forced the air out of your lungs. The soft, pudgy surface of her sole hit like a truck as it smacked your body down against the sole of her shoe, your bones cracking as a painful squeal left you. The split second movement was so devastating that it made you feel like you were about to be squashed beneath Vanessa right here and now, your life finally ending as a stain inside a superior Goddess’ sock.

However, luckily, or perhaps unluckily, for you, your Goddess was merciful enough to only drop her foot lightly, not nearly enough to crush even your tiny form, but plenty rough enough to cause you enough pain to now be breathing heavily and wheezing as you tried to recover from the experience. In reality, from the perspective of everyone who wasn’t a pathetic nerd stuck in a shoe, Vanessa had simply lifted her foot up and placed it back down. There wasn’t even a proper sound heard across the room, the light foot tap being so simple that even she barely heard a gentle tap.

The utter devastation that simple motion had caused made you realize just how important it is to please her, no matter how ridiculous her requests may be. After taking a solid few seconds to recover, your mouth would swiftly open up as you began to lap at her foot, reaching your tongue in the area between her toes just to show extra devotion to the cruel Goddess that held you helplessly trapped in her sock.

Every lick was utterly nasty, like eating the worst kind of ice cream you could imagine. Each and every lick filled you with dread as you fought against every urge to spit it out, the disgusting feeling only further resonating through your body as you remembered the horrible person who’s feet you were forced to lick in the first place. Just the thought of how much of an ego trip this was giving her made the act that much more repulsive than it already was. But you had no choice, she could end you without any effort on her part and you knew it well. So you kept going, continuing to clean between her toes. They luckily weren’t dirty, though you feared that might change if she got crueler, but they were still covered in bits of sweat that made things difficult for you. In truth it was hardly any amount of sweat to a normal person, especially considering the hot and stuffy environment, but at your size even the smallest amount of sweat was enough to fill your lungs completely and to cover your tongue with the salty substance. It was almost ironic how licking the nasty tasting water was slowly making you more and more thirsty. Not that the warm environment making you constantly sweat as well was helping stave off dehydration in the first place.

It felt like hours were passing, though it was likely just a few minutes, the lecture seeming to never end. If any of the students thought that class was long and boring before, then it was probably ten times longer for you who’s stuck in one place and having to constantly drag your tongue around in a desperate effort to please a gigantic, spoiled brat. The air was slowly becoming more and more unbearable as every second the tiny bits of oxygen in the sock were being replaced by the humid smell of feet.

However, as time passed, you soon heard a distant ringing sound, the muffled school bell signaling the end of the lecture, and hopefully the end of your awful sentence. You immediately felt the pressure mount on top of you, your celebration cut short as Vanessa began to stand up and start walking out of class. Her every step was torture, the familiar rhythm of her steps squeezing you tightly, only to let you breathe for just a split second, just enough for you to not be able to get used to the pressure when it hits you again and knocks the air out of your lungs once more.

The walk was arduous, but you knew it was only going to take a short while before she takes you out. A bit of hope remained in your mind that she might just let you go, that she had her fun and decided to let you grow yourself back already. This tiny sliver of hope that Vanessa didn’t have it in her to keep a person as a tiny shrunken plaything was the only thing carrying you through the constant pain of her steps. Despite this, you kept licking, knowing full well that it was best to stay in her good graces until the very end, not wanting her to change her mind on releasing you if you somehow wronged her.

However, as her steps slowed down, soon stopping, the pressure on your body lowering, that moment of her foot sliding out of her shoe didn’t come. Hope began to sink in a metaphorical and literal ocean of sweaty despair as you heard the sound of a different professor talking in the distance, beginning a completely new lecture. She had no plans of taking you out once class ended, you weren’t even sure if she remembered you were in her shoe as she just peacefully sat in her chair, writing down in her notebook and listening to the professor speak. You wanted to scream, to start punching around and protesting for her to let you out, that this wasn’t funny anymore. You wanted to tell her that this hurt, that your skin was starting to get covered in layers of nasty sweat and that the disgusting smell of her feet was practically ingrained in your very being. But you knew there was no point to it. You knew that even if Vanessa heard it, she’d only laugh at the torment she was putting you through. There was no mercy in your bully, there was no such thing from this Goddess.

Despite your suspicions that she stopped paying attention, you still kept licking, letting your tongue drag itself up and down across her sole, desperate to please her with your every lick. Risking her wrath wasn’t an option, the thought of ending up in her gym shoes, like she threatened, being too terrifying for you to risk. Despite the nastiness, you kept going, forcing yourself to ingest every bit of her sweat as she continued on with her class.

Eventually, after what felt like hours, she began to move again, walking around the school as her steps once more filled you with pain and terror. This time, however, she didn’t stop as you heard the sound of chatter in a classroom. This time you were instead hearing the sound of one door, followed closely by a second door. Vanessa sat down, and then her foot began to move around, wiggling out of the shoe. The movement of her toes wrestled you around, yourself finally starting to see light as you struggled against the fabric, just barely able to see bits of the outside from between the threads. But what you saw made your heart sink for a moment, the white floors revealing that Vanessa was in the bathroom.

Her foot began to tilt around, your stuck body soon facing the smiling expression of your captor. Vanessa sat on the toilet, clearly not needing to use it as she just went in here to let you out of her shoe. For a moment the idea that it was to free you, or at least give you a short breather, entered your mind as you hoped there was some sense of good in her. However, her devilish grin made you doubt such thoughts, and the words that came out of those malevolent lips only proved your suspicions correct.

“Did you enjoy my nasty feet, little foot slave?~” Her voice was so filled with mockery that it practically stung, the smug expression on her face filling you with embarrassment. You shuddered for a moment, taken aback, but trying to muster the strength to respond as you shouted: “V-Vanessa please! L-let me out of here! This isn’t funny anymore! I did what you wanted, let me go!” Your words were so filled with fear, your very being shaking, that your desperate pleas were utterly pathetic to listen to. However, they didn’t illicit a look of sympathy, not even one of amusement, but one of annoyance from the gigantic woman.

“What did you just call me?” Her tone became more stern, a disappointed glare staring you down as her toes suddenly squeezed tightly around your head. This time it was much stronger, clearly trying to hurt you as the pressure made your head pulsate with pain. It felt like you might pop at any moment as your hands desperately pushed and punched against the gigantic toes, unable to make them budge for even a moment. Her cold voice continued to resound from above, her authority being shown with every word: “I believe I told you to call me Goddess, slave. Trash like you doesn’t deserve to know, let alone use, my name.”

The terrifying situation, combined with her clear intent to enforce this, made you start to scream out in desperation: “P-please, Goddess! Goddess! L-let me go! I’m sorry!” Tears ran down your cheeks as the pressure mounted, a strong fear of death coming over you as the gigantic toes threatened to turn your head into a stain in her sock. Just then the pressure lowered, the toes letting you go as your face lands on the nasty, sweaty surface of the fabric. Her soft, mocking giggle could be heard from above yet again as she spoke: “That’s fucking right, trash. And you better remember to always refer to me as such if you don’t want to end up crushed like a bug, got it?”

Despite her clearly amused tone, you could tell that she was getting annoyed. You’d nervously nod, afraid of how short your gigantic owner’s fuse was as you feared her every move. Her lips began to smile as her foot suddenly turned around once again, letting your body lay on your belly, the fabric beneath you as her sole loomed from above and began to lower back into the shoe. You screamed, your voice falling on death ears as she once again slipped you inside the dark prison, yourself already forgetting how much more intense the smell was from inside her as you squirmed and begged.

As you were finally being sealed back in your prison, her toes lightly squeezed you to remind you of your duty inside her sock. Nervously, you stop your struggles, beginning to hesitantly lick once more as she got up, the pressure once again mounting as she began to walk out of the bathroom stall. She turned her head down, and from the distance you heard her muffled voice exclaim with glee: “Be ready, next period is PE and I’ve decided to take you with me anyways. I don’t want you escaping, after all.” She shrugged a bit as she left the bathroom, her ground shaking steps being only a prelude compared to the torment that was about to come to your poor tiny self. 

The air was humid and thick, a powerful smell of sweat filling your nostrils as you tried your best not to breathe in too much, lest you start coughing. By now you had gotten used to the damp environment after having spent several hours stuck inside your bully’s sock, with the distant sound of lectures being the only thing to keep you company. But the long, boring lectures of being stuck in a shoe were no longer your biggest worry as Vanessa, the giantess keeping you as her insole, told you that it was time for PE class. Dread sank into your mind as her footfalls continued, smacking onto the ground as the pressure pushed you down, covering your face with her sole as the sock rubbed at your back.

You could hear the chatter in the hallways, though it was extremely muffled, and it wasn’t like you could really concentrate on it under the extreme pressure of Vanessa’s every step. A part of you wanted to scream out, to desperately get people’s attention, for someone, anyone to save you from this bully turned kidnapper. But you knew nobody could hear you, your voice was far too muffled by the nasty foot that was pressed into your face, and even then there was the two layers of both sock and shoe that surrounded you like prison walls that made any sound you made inaudible from the outside, you truly were just a helpless insect in her shoe.

Vanessa herself was clearly enjoying the power she now held over you, making sure to take rough steps forward, smacking her feet down to add to the pain and humiliation you were currently going through. Her greatest regret was that the trip to the locker room was so short, she could do this all day. Of course, to you it was most definitely not short, each step feeling like you were being hit by a truck as air got knocked out of your lungs, squeezing you until you felt like you were about to pop, only to release for a few moments before the next step. These weren’t peaceful, however, as you took the brief second of respite just to huff in the nasty smell of Vanessa’s foot odor, the powerful scent of sweat burning at your nostrils as the stuff dripped down on top of you and into your mouth. The nasty sweat wasn’t too common, but this only made it so you never got used to the disgusting substance as it covered your body in a thin layer of the perspiration.

Further steps followed, the soft sole pressing into your body, the weight of Vanessa pushing you down and overwhelming you with each step, the thundering sound of her footfalls blasting all around you as you were forced to try covering your ears to not go deaf just from her walking. Luckily the trip wasn’t too long, the locker room within sight as Vanessa soon entered it. You’d imagine it looked similar to the boys’ locker room, two benches on opposite sides from one another with an adjacent bathroom, nothing too fancy. You could tell a couple students were already in the room, the chatter of the giant girls audible, even if not quite understandable while you were having your face constantly pummeled into the ground.

Eventually her footfalls would come to a stop, the pressure on top of you easing as Vanessa finally took a seat and allowed you a few moments of rest. You would take the time to breathe, inhaling the strong foot scent in the process as you tried not to start coughing too much while Vanessa appeared to be talking to someone as the voice of another girl could be heard. It was oddly familiar, and as you concentrated you’d recognize it as being one of Vanessa’s friends, Mia. Mia herself wasn’t as mean as Vanessa, she seemed kind of shy from what you could tell, but this didn’t mean she didn’t occasionally find herself laughing at Vanessa’s antics, even if she noticeably tried to suppress it.

It took some effort to remember what she looked like, your mind being far too clouded by the mists of hot sweat, but you are quite sure she was rather short, around 5’2”, which certainly made her petite figure look even smaller compared to the towering Vanessa. She had blue eyes, but her hair color wasn’t very consistent since she often dyed her hair, you’re not sure what her natural hair color is, but you last remember her having her hair dyed black. Her voice seemed almost angelic in how calm and soft it was, making you almost feel like you might get rescued from this hell somehow, almost.

Mia’s gentle voice would soon speak to Vanessa: “So, uhm, did you notice that he’s not around today?” She asked, a bit of concern in her voice. It’s true that you did just vanish in the middle of the day, even if it did surprise you a bit that Mia seemed to care. “Pffft, are you talking about the shrimp? I don’t know, probably ran home after I bullied him earlier for his dumb science project.” Vanessa would sway her hand dismissively, lying about your predicament as you desperately started to squirm and scream, your voice getting utterly muffled by her foot.

“Well, I suppose, but…” Mia would try to continue, only to be cut off by Vanessa’s loud, mocking laugh. “Hahahaha! Who gives a fuck about that ant? Come on, we both know he’s such a pathetic little loser that all he’s good for is being our little plaything, who cares what happened to him. He’s just a little bug that should lick my toes clean!” She exclaimed, her foot lightly rising and stomping down, making you squeal in pain as the sudden impact smacked your head against the ground. It was clear this casual statement was an order directed at you as you quickly got to work, opening your mouth and letting your tongue drag around, licking at her toes as best you could in an effort to appease the dominant bully.

Despite the humiliation of having to lick her nasty toes, that wasn’t nearly the worst part of this experience. The worst part was hearing Mia giggle in agreement, proving that you’re just a pathetic insect under them as she nodded back at Vanessa. “Yea, I guess you’re kind of right. Anyways, I should get ready for PE. You hurry your ass too! Don’t want to have to run an extra few laps again like last time, right?” Vanessa would sigh a bit, nodding in defeat, the gym teacher was rather strict when it came to being late to class.

Before long the other girls were ready and left, Vanessa herself only putting on her white shirt as she waited for the others to leave. She already took her shoes off, lightly dangling her foot in the air, swaying it back and forth as you got rocked around. It was almost peaceful compared to the torment you went through before, but this only served to contrast the sudden chaos as she took off her sock, your body being rolled around and falling out of the sock, a scream of terror leaving you as you fell out. Luckily her hand was ready to grab you, yourself landing on her soft palm as she giggled down at you.

“Wow, you’re so fucking pathetic like this. I hope you’re ready though, cause I’m gonna put you back in my shoe. I want to feel some effort from you if you don’t want me to start doing jumping jacks for shits and giggles, alright?” Her threat was definitely convincing as you nod in response, much to her amusement. Her gigantic looming figure would continue to stare down at you for a few moments, as if in thought as you got a good look at her smug face. You almost forgot what it looked like after all those hours in that torturous chamber, granted you hoped that you might forget it again when you were sent back.

Just then, as you were held in her hand, you’d notice below that she was taking off her socks, which would be normal if she was changing to a new pair, but you instead watched her right foot slide right into her gym shoe, your heart sinking in realization as you stare up at her with an expression of dread. She smiled more, noticing your fear as she giggled to herself: “Sorry, kind of forgot my pair at home. You don’t mind though, right? I’ll just have you working overtime, shrimp.” She explained casually as her hand began to lower you down. Panicking, you began to squirm around, desperate to avoid this fate, but it was no use. Nothing you could do could even hope to fight against her as the gaping maw of her left shoe got closer.

Just as you had managed to get used to the fresh air you’d find yourself being hit by the powerful sweaty stench of her shoes. It was certainly worse than the sock you were in before, the gym shoes being utterly repugnant as the foot stench made your nostrils burn. You shook your head in response, trying to hold your breath as you were unceremoniously shoved inside, your body rubbed against the insole, pressing your face into it to cover you in the sweaty residue that covered every inch of the ground. A disgusted gag would leave you as you were finally let go, getting up on all fours to try and get your head out of the wet gunk.

You didn’t even get to raise your head before Vanessa’s bare foot started wiggling inside, the sight of her massive toes terrifying you. Your plans changed as you began to run away, crawling deeper into the shoe in an effort to not get crushed under her heel. The foot soon pushed over you, smacking into your body and pressing you down with ease. You managed to find your head trapped under her toes, with the rest of your body left pinned in an uncomfortable position beneath the arch of her sole. Any movement was impossible on your lower body, with your hands only able to move slightly after some shuffling to bring them forward into the toe area. Luckily, you managed to roll yourself onto your back, not having your face stuffed into the insole below, unluckily, you were now staring at your bully’s toe and getting a good whiff of them with every breath you took.

It didn’t take long for you to realize the difference that single sock made, the heat becoming more unbearable already as Vanessa’s bare skin pressed you down into the rough, wet surface of the gym insole. Her foot would soon rise as she took a step forward, the massive pressure grinding you down as you squeal out in pain, every step being that much more unbearable now that nothing was cushioning you from below.

Vanessa would happily hop out of the locker room and into the big open hall, standing in line alongside the others as she waited for the teacher to show up. You felt at ease as her walking stopped, though the pressure of her foot standing on top of your body certainly wasn’t pleasant. You practically couldn’t even feel your lower body, with your upper body left to try and desperately breathe in the foot sweat filled air that covered every inch of your prison. However, your captor wouldn’t appreciate your desperate attempts at survival taking priority over her pleasure.

The gigantic foot would rise into the air, making a sudden stomp on the ground that pushed the air out of your lungs, the pain from the impact making you squeal like a rubber duck. To the outside world it was like nothing happened, nobody even noticing Vanessa lightly raising her foot and lowering it back down with so little intensity it barely made a light tapping noise, but to you it was like the ceiling just fell on top of you. This powerful impact was more than enough to send the message that she wouldn’t tolerate a lack of worship from her foot slave.

You fixed this problem immediately, opening your mouth as your whole body shook with a sense of dread at the punishment you could be subjected to if you didn’t start worshipping her superior toes. Your tongue slid out, dragging across the massive toes as the taste of her foot sweat entered your mouth, making you nervously shudder. Your gag reflex had gotten weaker over time after having spent so long in here, but it didn’t make the salty taste any more pleasant.

As the teacher finally arrived you’d remember something that made your eyes widen in fear, the starting routine every class. Vanessa started to do the various warmup exercises with the rest of the class, starting with some squats. They weren’t too bad, though the increase of pressure every time Vanessa lowered herself would make you run out of air, just to inhale it all again and try to sneak in a few licks to avoid punishment, before having the life pushed out of you yet again.

Up next was jumping jacks, a horribly painful exercise to your tiny self as Vanessa began to jump back and forth with her legs, the pressure from her body smacking down onto you and shoving your body into the nasty insole. Every single jump felt like she was battering your body into the ground, beating you up until your entire form was sore. You tried your best to please her, and though your head was safe from being squeezed, the impact from the jumping caused you to constantly bounce and hit the back of your head against the insole. By the time it was over you were dizzy, disoriented and felt like fainting as you went limp.

While the rest of the warmups weren’t as intensive as those two, they were merely the prelude to the main event. Though the teacher was rather strict at the start, most of the class consisted of the class just playing football or volleyball, the latter in Vanessa’s case. You felt lucky though, knowing that Vanessa would usually just sit on the side, or even hide outside the gym and smoke whenever it was time to play volleyball, giving you some relief as you realized the worst might just be behind you.

You didn’t account for the fact that Vanessa very much wanted to torment you, and the fact that you had ceased your licking was certainly reason enough to justify punishment of this magnitude. Her footfalls were purposefully rough, smacking your face down, but it only got worse as the game started, the constant movements and jumping causing you to get dizzy, the pain ever present as you got squeezed and squashed beneath her toes. Before now her feet were relatively dry, but as the game went on she’d begin to sweat across her entire body, including her sockless feet.

The humidity would increase rapidly, the sweaty confines going from merely hard to breathe in or slightly wet to being utterly flooded, your body drenched completely in Vanessa’s sweat as you struggled against her stomps. The combination of the pressure with the sweat was even worse thanks to her constantly shoving your body into the developing sweat puddles, forcing you to ingest the stuff as you desperately struggled for your life. The game kept going, then the next one started, no end in sight as you continued to suffer under the pressure and terrible sweaty air, your eyes beginning to close as you got more tired and exhausted. Eventually a particularly high jump, one which impressed the others as Vanessa expertly handled the volleyball, would lead to her landing roughly enough to knock you out, leaving you unconscious in her shoe for the rest of gym class.

You’d awake to the sound of girls talking in the locker room again, mostly in the distance. You’d notice there was no pressure on your body as you open your eyes, seeing that you are still inside a shoe, but Vanessa’s foot was nowhere to be found. As the sounds around you continued you’d slowly move towards the exit, considering that you might be able to crawl out of it. Seeing outside the shoe would make you reconsider it as you noticed Vanessa’s face in the distance, staring down at you casually, giving a light glare as you froze in place. The staring contest didn’t seem to end, much to your own dismay, as you continued to nervously sit there, waiting for the room to empty before her lips finally began to move.

“You did a bad job, foot slave. I’m going to have to punish you for this when we get back home.” She elaborated, her socked foot suddenly raising over the entrance before you could even speak. You started to desperately run, realizing that she put you in her sneakers again as her foot descended inside, smacking on top of your body and pinning you under it. “Though it is a little funny that a loser like you fails at even worshipping someone like me. Maybe even being a pathetic insect serving me is too high of a position for you?” She continued to tease, applying some more pressure on top of your body, standing on one leg as she giggled to herself.

“Maybe I can still squeeze some of that potion of yours to make you smaller if you keep misbehaving. Now unless you want to spend time in my ass instead, I’d suggest you start licking on the way back home, alright bug?” Her question was followed by a short while of silence, your body shaking as you soon open your mouth and began to lick at her socked arch, desperately dragging your tongue over it. “Good boy~” She’d coo in satisfaction as she felt your efforts, her steps squeezing down on you as she walked to your new home.