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The Shoe Closet

He had gotten himself stuck...he simply couldn't believe it. What horrendously bad luck...first one thing and now this. He looked at the long pointed dark form in front of him and figured his luck couldn't have been much worse. He would soon learn just how wrong he was. She'd always been real protective of that closet, and Chuck could never figure out why. "Surely she must have cash or something in there, he would think to himself time and time again. So when he'd been out gambling again and lost all his money it was the first place he thought of. "Stacy is gonna kill me," he thought as he drove to her house. He recalled grimly all of the times she'd told him that his gambling would get the better of him. What was he gonna tell her? He couldn't tell her that he'd lost all his money again.....he would just have to break in. That was the answer. Quietly he slipped up the walk in front of the house and was soon working at the lock. It opened with a barely audible click and he was in. Slipping quietly to her bedroom he was soon in the closet. Turning the light on he was dismayed to see row upon row of high-heeled shoes, sandles, flats and any other type of shoeware you could think of. But right in the middle of the shoes sat a small bottle of a greenish-yellow liquid. That's strange Chuck thought, she never mentioned having any liquer in her closet. I'll bet this is her best stuff and she keeps it all to herself. Then, grasping the bottle he pulled the corck from the top. Suddenly he was assaulted was a acidic smell and almost fell backwards. "Man," he said to himself, "I'll bet this one knocks ya on your can. I'll have to take it with me and try it later. But for now a little taste." And so leaning his head back he swallowed a small swig. Suddenly, everything spun for a moment and he dropped the bottle, which landed squarely on the carpet. As he watched, the walls receded and the ceiling flew up and away from him. "What is happening!" he wondered. As he watched the rows of shoes begin getting higher and higher. Stumbling forward he tried to hang onto the rack, but fell backwards taking the entire contents of the rows to the floor with him. As he diminished further his clothes became rather heavy and he quickly took them off. Then, landing on the floor with a thud, Chuck noticed that a beautiful dark-red heel had landed in the middle of his chest. He began to rise to his elbows but stopped. Quickly the heel that had landed on his chest began to expand right before his widening eyes...soon its toe was touching his chin and its heel was expanding right past his groin. As time passed it became more and more heavy and he soon had to push it off of him or be squished entirely by its weight. And still the expansion continued. Looking up, Chuck could barely see the ceiling...it seemed like a mile away...and he was finished shrinking he noticed that the shoes scattered all about him were five times his size. "I can't be any more than three inches tall," he thought. He laid there for a few minutes having a great deal of trouble believing what had just happened to him. Finally he began to stir and rolled over and stood up. Lying before him was a mountainrange of giant high heels. No man had ever seen the sight before him and he stood in awe of the spectacle. He'd always thought that Stacy had a rather large shoe collection, but this was unreal! He had to get out of the closet and figure out what to do next. Living at this height would never do. "How will I work? How will I eat? How will I drive my brand new car?" were just a handful of his thoughts. Then, trudging forward, he approached the first heel. He remembered this one. It was a metallic-gold heel that had pretty little chains on it. He'd drank champaign out of it one New Years Eve. Looking into it, he could hardly believe that once he was able to empty it's entire contents in a couple gulps. I had a faintly familiar scent to it. He'd smelled it right after taking the shoe off her foot and before pouring anything into it. It had lost its champaign smell entirely. Clamering over it he began his long trek to the door. The next shoe he found was a fairly old strappy-black sandle. Losing his grip he fell onto it's sole and could feel it's slickness. Looking down he could see the toe and heel prints that Stacy had left in it. Years of perspiration had given it a light sheen and a smell that would never go away. Chuck had never noticed how erotic that smell could be and shimmied down to the toe for a deep smell. Lowering his nose so that it touched the second-toe print he inhaled deeply. It smelled SO good he thought. Then without a forethought he leaned down and licked the giant toe-print. If it were possible the taste was even better than the smell and he found himself liking at it like it was a delicacy. He could easily have gotten lost in his reverie, but thought he'd better try for the door again. Row upon row of heels on the floor provided for a challenging mountain climb. Up and over, up and over, up and over he went. Until...he spied his favorite pair of shoes. Stacy had bought a Wild Pair at the mall once after she'd dragged him there. He hadn't wanted to shop with her, but she'd made him. She even got him to give an opnion on a pair of shoes he liked...and there they were. She wore them all the time, more than any of the others. They were special to her because he had helped to pick them out. He found his mind wandering then, wondering how they smelled. He thought, "if the open sandels smelled that strongly, I wonder how those closed heels must smell. She wears them all the time and usually without hose." With that he couldn't help himself and made his way to them. Quickly he crawled up to the side and slide down the sole to land in the toe. Darkness surrounded him along with the strong smell of perspiration and leather. "This is much better," he thought and began licking every surface that his little tongue would reach. As he licked he got hot and his bare skin became very slick. Eventually he was rolling around in the toe using his own and Stacy's perspiration and lubricant. He was in the absolute throws of ecstacy when CRASH the shoe tumbled down the 'mountainside' with him in it. Landing solidly on the floor a second heel came cascading down behind it, and landed on top of the shoe he was in. It landed so that the toe of it was wedged into the open space above and little Chuck found himself trapped. Oh what a day. He waited for what felt like hours and even drifted off to sleep every now and then. But was abruptly awakened by a familiar voice. "What the hell happened in here?" Then he could feel the ground jar slightly and assumed it must be footsteps. The jarring moved from one side of him to the other along with the voice. "My bottle! Someone spilled my bottle!" But then the voice took on a different tone. "Why it's Chuck's clothes. Chuck wouldn't happen to be here would he? Hmmm...I wonder. It would be really hard to find him by looking, and I'll just bet he's somewhere in this mountainous pile of shoes. However shall I find him? I know! I'll try on all these shoes until I hit the jackpot." Chucks heart lept quickly to his throat. What if she tried on the shoe he was in...he would be squished instantly! Frantically he tried to push the other shoe out of his way...but soon realized the fruitlessness of it and sat down to await his fate. His wait wasn't long, for soon he could feel his little prison rocking. Then he could feel himself and the shoe being lifted. Light flooded into the shoe from above, but Stacy held it so that the toe was down and Chuck was pressed against the tippy toe of the shoe. Then the light waned and he could she Stacy's toes, shelthed in dark stocking enter the shoe. Quickly they descended on him and pushed him firmly into the pointed tip. Wiggling her toes slightly he could hear he say, "Aha, I've hit the jackpot. My prize? Why a tenny tiny little man to fulfill my every whim." Then light flooded into the shoe again, right before it tipped. Then Chuck tumbled out of the shoe and onto her palm. Rising to his hands and knees he could only wonder what this Gigantic woman had in store for him. "Like my feet and shoes do you?" she asks, "well lets see just how much." Then she rose and went to her room. Lying him on the bed she began to undress and shed all her clothes except her stockings. Then laying on the bed so that her emmense soles faces him she said, "Lick little man!" Fearing what this giant woman could do to him and, thinking he might enjoy himself just a little, he approached the giant sole in front of him. He started licking the stocking material with small strokes, but soon discovered them quite tasty. Then, giving himself to his task with abandon he licked as much as his little body and tongue could reach and handle. He was even so lost in his job that he completely forgot about the other foot and had to be sternly reminded by the giantess Stacy. Moving to the next foot he could feel it move as she removed her stockings from the foot he had just done with. He had to fight to stay with the foot his was working on but did a valiant job of it. Soon he was done with it as well and was given a minute to rest. Then he was ordered to clean out whatever might be between her toes. Approaching one of her feet, he tried to pry two of her toes apart. He soon realized that he didn't have the strength for that and so instead wedged his whole body in between. Once he'd done that he could reach in with his hands and dig out whatever was there. Most of it he threw to the side, but every now and then couldn't help but grab a taste. Eventually his monstrous task was over and he sat on the bed huffing and puffing. Stacy let him be for a couple of minutes before rising from the bed to dig in the clothes hamper. Then extracting a pink work-out sock she approached the bed. Chuck looked up tiredly to see her hand descend on him. Grasping him she brought him to her face and said, "I wouldn't want you to wander around and get yourself hurt or lost so I have to keep you somewhere. I had no idea you were into feet so much, but now that I do I thought you might enjoy this." Then reaching over she dropped him headfirst into the smelly sock. Interstingly enough Chuck was sure he remembered seeing her work out in this sock just a couple of days ago. She'd gone to her dancing lessons in them and he could still smell that! Then, tucking the sock in on itself she placed the little ball on the nightstand next to her bed. Soon all light filtering in from the outside world was gone and Chuck drifted of to a fitful sleep..