Ms. Leon

by
Ricky-San

My name is Ricky. I'm just an average 17 year old kid in High School. At least, I thought I was, until something strange happened to me. I had a weird headache today but I pretty much ignored it. I was looking foward to spanish class.

My Spanish teacher, Ms. Leon was extremly hot. I took my usual seat in the back of the class, where I talked to no one, really. I was pretty much a loner, since I didn't know anyone in the class. I knew their names, but not personally.

My head was killing me, but I ignored it and stared at Ms. Leon. Her silky, dark black hair, and matching skirt were just the beginning, since she had black nylons on and her devastatingly cute feet were encased in black pumps.

Yes, I have a thing for feet. I've always had a "foot fetish". Not a big one, but enough to admire a girl's foot from a distance.

My headache got worse and my eyesight was getting bad. I began to wonder if I was dying. Before I knew it, I blanked out.

When I awoken, I was on the carpeted floor of my classroom. I looked up to see the ceiling was miles away. I realized I had shrunk! I always read about shrinking stories, but I never actually think I'd shrink.

My mind began racing. I began to think about all the things I could do in my now tiny size. But then again, I needed help. I could easily be crushed down here. Ms. Leon was in front of class teaching, so I needed to get to a student, fast.

I began to run across the carpeted floor, and no one noticed me yet. I was beginning to lose hope. If no one saw me, then I might never return to my right size. I walked over to a desk. It was Katrina's desk.

Katrina was a very pretty girl with blonde hair and beatiful feet encased in sandals today. I decided to try and get Katrina's attention. I climbed up on her sandal so that I was in front of her toes. Each toe was as big as a truck. It was amazing. There was a light smell coming from them.

Katrina crossed her legs and the foot that I was on was now hundreds of feet in the air. I began to scream out loud in hopes of Katrina hearing me but I had no such luck. She began to bob her foot up and down, and I was getting sick.

Meanwhile, Katrina was having a conversation with one of her friends. I grabbed on to her toe as she wiggled her foot slowly, and then violently shook it. I flew off into the air and landed under Amanda's desk.

Amanda had very dirty sneakers on, but I wasn't interested in that--Ms. Leon was talking to her! I ran over to Ms. Leon's feet and could already smell the intense foot odor coming from them.

I climbed onto her pump, and she continued to speak with Amanda. Then it happened. Ms. Leon slowly slid her foot out of the pump. A huge, hot wave of stinky foot odor came out with it. Her massive foot was hanging miles away as she flexed her titanic toes within their nylon prison. Her huge sole began to lower towards me!

I tried to get off her pump in time, but her sole came on top of me, and her shoe. My face was buried her sole, and I began to gag. Then she lifted her foot and rotated her ankle again and I, dizzy from the smell fell into her shoe.

I slid down to the toe section and immediantly gagged. The stench was incredible. I quickly began to run out of her shoe but the sole was so sweaty that I slid back into the shoe. I was praying that she wouldn't slip her shoe in.

I began to climb again, but I saw Ms. Leon's foot coming down towards me!! I began to scream even loader. Her toes slammed into me and pushed me hard. I felt one of my ribs crack from the force and I yelled out in pain. Only when I opened my mouth, and glass-ful of foot sweat entered it.

I choked and sputtered, but that only made more come in, so I had no choice to swallow. The salty, rank, warm liquid ran down my throat.

At this point Ms. Leon's foot had fully entered her pump and she was teaching again. I was begin tortured by her massive feet. Ms. Leon had figured me to be a piece of lint or a tear in her stockings and began to shuffle me within her toes.

I was being coated by a thick layer of slimy foot sweat, while Ms. Leon was teaching the class. I wanted to scream, to breathe, but it was impossible. The heat was unbearable and I was soaked to the bone in sweat. the musty air was becoming unsuitable for breathing, and pretty soon I would die.

It amazing how Ms. Leon was teaching the class, unaware that one of her students was being killed inside her shoe. Her toes were still moving me around and my face was shoved into the web of her toes. She decided to leave in that posistion.

finally the bell rang and all the students left. Ms. Leon sat down and removed her pumps. I was stuck to her nylon net as she flexed her toes and I finally fell off. I looked up at my Spanish teacher and thought how I was gonna get through this one!