Finally, I have made it inside her room. I have spent hundreds of dollars for this journey and I am finally going to be able to live out my fantasy. I saved up my money from my job at McDick's, Dollar Tree, and parents change for when they send me to the store, to buy this shrinking device from this Chinese student at my school. He said it can be used as many times on a person and you can shrink to any size for any amount of time. I began my plan.

This girl at my school is known for her boots. She wears normal sneakers every once in a while, but it is her boots that everyone loves. She has all the colors, all the lengths, all the designs. She must really love boots. Why do I not know? Well, I only have talked to her a few times. Every single conversation is either about homework, or how the day has been going. Only once has the topic been about feet and all she had to say was: 'I have big feet.' I was instantly hooked.

So, my plan was to shrink myself at her back door, walk in to her room, and live within her shoes. She somewhat has a pattern with what she wears. Monday is knee high. Tuesday is ankle high. Wednesday is converse sneakers (stupid). Thursday is again knee high. Friday is Toms. Saturday is usually nothing. She stays at home and wears no shoes inside. Then Sunday is my favorite. She wears these thigh high, skin tight, shiny rubber, black boots. Her thighs are so big and juicy that when she walks, her boots shake all the way down to her feet. Every Sunday the same pair, I just have to get inside those things.

Well, the plan has worked so far. No animal or person has seen me just yet. Now, I just have to pick the first pair I want to spend the night in. I turn the corner of the dresser and there it is, her shoe rack.

Oh the glorious thing! This is heaven for any shoe or foot fetish person out there. Four rows of shoes and boots there must be at least twenty different pair, all different. There are brown, white, pink, blue, red, all different colors. On the bottom rack were her sneakers, two pairs of converse, hardly ever worn. Still had that new shoe smell. The second row had the ankle high ones. A white, black, and red were there. The third row had two knee high ones. They were standing on the rack and the leg part of the boots were folded in half. All of those were different shades of brown. Then, I see it. On the top shelf, standing tall and proud was my favorite pair.

In the light of the sun, the black rubber shines. It was amazing just to be this close to them and I begin to get hard. Shhhhh, I rub my penis like it's a dog. We will be in there soon. Today was a special Saturday. She was out at a friends for the day, then she was going to an all night concert, Tonight is my perfect night to find the perfect bed.

I begin my search, totally ignoring the converse and Toms. I never liked them on my feet or hers. I climb on the outside bars of the rack. I am skinny enough to make it through the bars when I reach the second row. I walk, balancing on the bars, to the first pair, the pearly white, ankle high shoes. Luckily for me on this row, my head is just above the rim, so I can see if they are worn or not. This one sadly, is for special occasions. I can still see the company name on the sole. It might be a comfortable bed, but doesn't please my nose or lust for her scent. I walk over the pair and continue.

Next is the black pair. Looking over the rim, I can make out the company logo. It has faded from the number of times she has worn it. I dip my head in the hole and take a deep breathe through my nose. It is instantly filled with her perfume, her foot, and the shoes scent. I shudder. This is probably the closest I will get to her feet. This one is totally a keeper. Making a mental note, I climb over the fronts of the shoes and make it to the last pair on this shelf.

The brown pair is not nearly as worn as the black ones, but it is made by a different company than the previous two. I look around inside to find any sign of being worn, but all I found was some lint at the heel of the shoe. I shrug; again, it could be a great bed, but not what I wanted to see. I slip through the bars on this side of the rack and continue my climb up it. Next stop, third shelf.

Sliding through the bars this time, I had to stop and marvel at the size. While the ankle high ones where a head shorter than me, the knee high boots were at least three times taller than me. She was no short girl. Standing around 5'11", she towered over many of the other girls. Her height came from her dad's side of the family, where for some reason, the legs account for most of the height. I walk around the thick pillar of the boot and over the front of it. I knew instantly that these shoes have never been worn.

The tag was still on one and the two of them were still buckled together. I cry inside, knowing that spending the night in there would be pointless. A wonderful pair of boots, never been worn by the goddess. I continue my balancing act to the other pair and begin to clap my hands in joy. These were the pair that she wore two out of the seven days of the week. These are the pair that she wears the most. Finding the opening, I take a deep breath. No shoe smell here. My eyes begin to water in tears of joy. Her smell came rushing into my nose and flooded all my senses. This is probably where I am going to spend most of my nights here. But before I go to sleep, I must check out the top shelf.

Reaching the top floor, I fall back onto the bars as my eyes travel up the boot. First the bottom of it is a shiny black. No buckles there, just a shiny rubber to see your reflection in. Then, as it ascends into the sky, the boot seems to defy gravity. It doesn't bend or fold anywhere on it. There are no buckles, creases, or dull spots. It is that shiny black that captivates you. At the top, the rim is thicker than the rest of the boot. I believe it is to hold onto it while you slip it on, but I don't fully know. Not wanting to smudge the shiny rubber, I turn away and begin my climb down a level. I stop to look at the glory of it one last time for day.

As I climb back down to the brown boots I try to come up with a story to tell her if she finds me. As I reach the pair that she wears the most I figured that I could say I shrank while walking by and I wanted to be found so I picked shoes for you to find me. Yeah. That could work. As I climb through the hole, the air becomes thick. I breathe in the air around me. Smells like her and worn leather. My dick couldn't resist becoming hard. As I climb deeper into the boot, I slip on a worn section and tumble down.

I collapse onto my back. Trying to see through the darkness, I stick my hand up to feel if I can stand up. Then I feel it. The touch of worn leather, I shiver in the thought. Her toes have rubbed against this spot so many times that it isn't that rough, furry inside any more. It is cold and smooth. My body begins to sweat due to the enclosed area and I have to travel back to the heel to try to breathe in at least some cool air.

My dick begs for a fapping. It twitches and bobs whenever I move, but I can't ignore it any more. I sit and lean against the inside heel of the boot, I imagine her finding me inside and be disgusted by me. I close my eyes and try to imagine her face of first amazement, then curiosity, and then anger. I jerk harder. She stands up, her face far above me. Her shirt hugs her body and her skinny jeans do the same for her legs. She raises a foot over me. I plea saying that I will worship her and love her feet, and she replies with calling me a worthless bug and that her feet are better than anything that I can do.

I stand up and lean against the heel. She continues to call me worthless and insignificant as she lowers her sock covered foot. Her sock is rainbow colored. As she archers her foot as it travels closer, she throws her head back and laughs saying that this is how every bugs life should end: under her glorious feet. I then loose it and my cum sprays out onto the sole of the boot right before her foot reaches me. I slide down and lay on my back again. I relish in my after glow. That could come true. I shiver in fear and delight. Could that really happen? Or would she take it easier? Or worse? These questions stirred in my head, as I feel asleep.

I awake later on. I don't have a watch on and light doesn't shine in through the material so I don't know what time it is. I breathe deeply, relishing in the musty smell of worn boot and foot. I wanted to stay, but my day is going to be filled with discovering the insides of shoes. As I climb out of the boot, the light floods my vision. I had to raise a hand to block it until my eyes had adjusted to it. As I made it to the end, I stood up and had a look around. The room looked exactly how I saw it before entering my bed for the night. I sighed and stretched before traveling to the side of the rack.

Climbing down to the floor, I stretch again. I crack my back and fingers and bend down to touch my toes, sort of. I was never a flexible person. Yawning one more time, I walk to the first pair of shoes, her brown Toms. Although I don't really like them in comparison to her other footwear, I must say that she wears them often. Leaning in, I can smell her scent, the same like in her boots. Lifting a leg over the rim, I climb into the shoe. The sole is very soft and I sink into it a little. I lie down on my stomach and breathe in the sole. Her smell is strong on the heel and my dick again begins to harden. I crawl to the toe section and continue to breathe in the wonderful smell of her foot.

I can't contain my lust anymore and I begin to hump the sole of the shoe. Every thrust of my hips the sole gives way a little. I grab handfuls of the soft layers and stuff my face into the material. I close my eyes, imagining her foot on top of me. I push hard into the material and scream softly in 'pain'. I hump faster and harder. Soon, I shoot between my stomach and the soft sole. I flip over and try to catch my breath. I could do this every day and it will never grow old.

Then, I heard the sound of a door opening. Lifting my head up, I try to focus on the sound. A repetitive booming sound grows louder, as if it is traveling towards me. The blood rushes from my face: she has returned! Looking up towards the door, I watch the handle turn and the large wooden wall move. There she was, my goddess.

She was wearing a light blue tank top that was tight around her chest but loose around her stomach. Her brown wavy hair falls down her shoulders to her mid back and it bounces with her walk. Her green glasses slip down her nose a little as she drops her bag onto the floor. As she walks towards her bed, her titanic legs travel hundreds of feet per second. I am amazed at how such a large thing (not fat) moves so quickly. Her skinny jeans hugs her thighs and calfs and they are rolled up a little to show her smooth ankle. I saw no sign of socks.

I watch as she sits on her bed and slumps forward. She looks extremely tired. Using her left foot, she pulls the right shoe off. She repeats the process for the other. Taking her glasses off and setting the on the beside table, she swings her beautiful feet onto the bed. She grabs a pillow and hugs it close and curls into a ball, her back towards me. I continue to stare at her massive body, trying to wrap my head around the size difference. My dick again responds happily and I begin to have wild thoughts of what would happen if she found me. My cum sprays from my dick onto the heel of the shoe right when I imagined her stepping on me with her whole weight.

Trying to catch my breath, I hear her snore loudly. Rising my head above the lip of the shoe, I see the pair she was just wearing. Quickly looking up to see if she was going to move in her sleep, I jump out and sprint to the pair near her bed. I misjudged the distance and halfway I was stumbling over my steps, trying to regain a breathing pattern. When I do reach the shoes, I am covered in sweat. One shoe was on its side while the other was right side up.

As I walk closer, the smell of her and sweat fill my nostrils. I regain some strength and jog to the closest shoe; the one on its side. The smell overpowers everything else in her room and covers my body. I stare straight into the worn heel. Although the outside looks like it is a new shoe, the inside tells a different story. The company logo has been completely worn out and there is a clear indentation of her heel. I slowly shuffle my way to her heel, tearing up due to the beauty and smell. I open my arms and give the heel a hug. Pressing my face into the soft sole, I imagine her waking up and slipping on her shoe without looking down. My body, stuck between this soft sole and her heel. I shudder.

Looking to my left, I look deeper into the shoe. Without making any space between the sole and my body, I shuffle my way to the toe section. The closer I reach to the end, the stronger the smell is. I fall to my knees as the shoe comes to its point. I finish my journey on my hands and knees. My eyes adjust to the dark room and I see five indents in the sole, each one decreasing in size the closer to the floor. I pick the third indent and shove my face in it. I close my eyes, imagining her colossal foot, two times the size of my body, fitting this massive cave to the brim.

As I loose my ability to think and start to stroke my hard boner, an alarm goes off. I cover my ears and scream in pain. Then, it stopped. Just as quickly as I came, it went away. I crawl out of my cave and look over the rim of the shoe. I see the goddess, rolling over and stretching. I look up to her bedside table I see the alarm clock. "11 AM". Wow. The day is almost half gone. Why is she awake? I watch as she stands and walks out of the room. I hear a light turn on, then a door close. Then the faint sound of a shower come on.

Realizing what is happening. I 'run' out the bedroom. The hallway has several doors and a staircase. I follow the sound of the water to a large brown door. Looking at my surroundings, it is actually the closest door to her bedroom's. Crawling under the door, I make my way into the bathroom. Rolling over and standing up, I feel the heat coming off the shower. Looking around I see the counter. It looks like a giant barn with two huge wooden doors with handles. On my right are multiple hooks where different sized towels hung in a row. Before me, were a pile of clothes. My mouth waters at the realization of what they are.

I stroll, absorbing the sights, smells, and sounds of the bathroom. I hear her open the bottle of soap and squirt some out. I look up to the counter and see no clothes up there for her to wear. Shrugging, I reach my destination. In the pile are her jeans, tank top, panties, and bra clumped together. I try to absorb everything before me and pick which I should attack first. Choosing on the bra first, I jump up and tumble into a cup. The soft fabric lets me slide down to the middle of the cup. It is still warm from her chest. My dick grows as I begin to make a snow angle in the bra.

Wanting to know her bra size, i hurriedly stand and try to make it to the tag. After slipping several times and falling back down the cup, I reach the tag. Grabbing the corners, I pull it tight to read it. 34C. Not bad. Not bad at all. Looking over my shoulder, I imagine her lathering soap onto those boobs of hers. I would have travel deeper into the pile, but the water shut off and the curtain opened.

My mouth dropped to the floor. There, will no filters, Photoshop, lens, anything blocking my sight to her naked body. Her brown hair now wet stuck to her body. Her breasts bouncing with little effort as she stepped out of the tub. My tight stomach and waist, glistening in the light. As she took the other foot out of the tub, I got an amazing view of her full ass. That made my dick leak a little pre cum as she bent over to pick something up. That big ass and wide hips made my day, but as I travelled down her juicy thighs, her feet came into view. The big feet shined in the bathroom light. Each toe moved independently, like each had a mind of its own. As she turned, her huge feet were brought closer to me, until they were right there in my face.