I gasp as the wind is forced out of me, a damp and mushy forceful wall pushing down on my chest, compressing my sore breasts into my body and squeezing the air out of my lungs as I'm pressed into the soggy, worn, leather floor. I can't scream, there's not enough space for a scream to come out, and... it never does anything, because there's no one to scream to. I try to open my mouth and breathe, but there's no room in my lungs for more air - all of it is smushed together. I try to muster the energy to, perhaps, lift my back but I'm met with an excessive overwhelming force that refuses to give, my body failing to even remotely budge underneath several tons of weight given from a single... toe. My vision begins to cloud, and I feel like I'm about to pass out, when suddenly the pressure stops, I watch as the entire toe that's been obstructing my view lifts slightly. I lay exasperated on the massive sole of the birkenstock, taking hurried desperate breaths as I relish the stale feet-scented air.

I regain my focus and look up at my captor, taking in the entire sight of her - starting at the dirty rope-like band tied around her ankle, to her tan leg, her crimson shorts that go under a large grey tank top with some sort of design, all leading to the face of the a girl I'd never even met before - her curly hair light brown hair tied up in a bun, with a few strands coming down her hazel eyes, and for once, and kind of unusually so, she's looking right at me. Perhaps she's still taking in the sight of a helpless girl underneath her, she'd only just shrunk me and it's pretty likely I'm the first person she's done it to, universal shrinkers like me aren't really all that common. I watch her big hovering toe intently, waiting for her to press back down on me, to enforce her will on me again. I know it's coming, and the fierce anticipation as she opens her mouth to say something, but cuts herself short and immediately drops her massive toe on to me again, cutting off my vision for the most part as it's replaced with the sticky wet surface of her toe as it rubs against my body. It loosens up a bit, brushing against me slightly, and I feel my face forcibly shoved to its side, giving me a view of her imposing second toe which pushes into me, wanting a piece of the tiny critter on its sandal.

I've been through the toe inspection phase a few times before, it's pretty common with first time shrinkers who opt to do an in shoe 'session.' What makes this weird is that she dropped me right on her sandal, first thing. She didn't even do the usual dangling me in front of her face as she inspects my helpless naked body. I was just walking in the hall and immediatly shrunk, without any warning, and before I knew it she had crouched down, picked me up, and dropped me on to her sandal. It caught me off guard, usually I kind of know who's going to shrink me just by the look in their eyes but this girl didn't catch my attention at all. Worst of all, I don't know what this girl's intentions are, most girls at least say something - they'll mock me, maybe tease me, maybe make small talk, but this girl isn't saying anything. Does she think it's too awkward to talk to me now that she's the sole source of my misery? Or is she just shy and would rather let her toes do the talking? I'm so lost in thought that the sudden force of my body to the side, towards her second toe, takes me by surprise - despite all the minute movements leading up to the push being clearly articulated, from how her second toe lifted slightly to make room for me, to the different muscle movements. I'm pushed, and I look up just in time to see both toes slam themselves on to me, each taking up half of my body. I know what this means - she's getting ready to start walking, and to no surprise at all I feel an unholy amount of pressure as both toes pushed down on me as she begins to walk, I hear the thud of her other foot impacting on the floor, and my heart drops as the entire sandal, foot, me, and all, begins to lift off the floor. I can never get used to it, and I won't ever get used to the deafining slam as the entire structure shakes, absorbing the residue of the shock mostly taken up by the sandal and, well, me, as it channels to her toes which gracefully absorb the rough blow.

I'm still plastered underneath her sweaty toes as she sits down at her class. I don't even know what class this is, all I know is that I'm missing mine just for the sake of this girl's entertainment - no doubt I'll have to make it up later. I'm silently begging this girl to just let me go, I need to get my grades up or else I'll be put on probation. But instead I'm stuck under her moist warm embrace as she casually kicks her feet a bit forward, casually pushing a bit more into me with her big toe, nudging itself close as if to invite itself even farther into my space, as if constant contact wasn't enough she just needed more from me. Maybe she doesn't even know what she's doing, maybe she forgot I'm here - though, it's kinda hard to forget, right? The thought is interrupted as she flattens her feet back on to the floor, any moment now she should pull out. I hope. I really don't know, some girls like to pull out and give me a break as they toy with the straps, some want to get the most out of my position. I just... Really hope she lets go, okay? I really just can't do this one right now, and her extremely tight push with her squishy digits so flush with my body, so intent on forcing themselves so close on to me, not letting me a single moment alone, not even letting me get any full breaths, it's... It's just...

I. Don't. Care. About this. About this girl, about her class, I don't care if she wants me for entertainment, I really need to get out of here - the issue is I really just don't know if I'm going to miss just one class or an entire period. I don't know a thing about when and where I'll be unshrunk. I'm just being 'borrowed' for an unknown amount of time, and all I have for company until I'm released is the sweaty undersides of her toes. It's so frustrating, I want control of my life, I... I just... Ugh.

It's twelve o' clock and I'm waiting at the library for a girl who's possibly my last friend in the school, Katie. I mean, there's shrinker-sympathizers in a lot of places, mostly up north, but not where I'm from. Katie's the exception, though, and I don't really know what it is - maybe she doesn't have that many friends, so she tries not to keep me around? She's a really shy, nerdy, girl. Or maybe the thought never occured to her that she could easily get an app on her phone and have my down to nothing in no time. I don't know, but... I honestly do appreciate her friendship.

When I'm at the library I kind of have to keep a low profile, I picked the table farthest back and I've been doing a pretty good job not making eye contact with anyone. I honestly don't know if it helps my chances to look away from people, but I like to think that if they didn't see my face, they wouldn't recognize me. Either way, the library's usually safe at during lunch time, most of the people here are just cramming to get things done, so I try to make a point of getting here as soon as possible if I somehow managed to get through the first few classes unscathed. I'm still nervous, though, and I'm filled with relief when I finally catch sight of her approaching. Like I said, she's not particularly outgoing, I'm always sort of underwhelmed when I see her - she's only about 5'1'', with black short rimmed glasses and dirty blonde hair in a frizy ponytail, she's thin too, her striped light blue/white shirt hiding her sizable breasts and black shorts showing her pale white legs leading down to her large black flip flops awkwardly slapping against the floor.

"H-Hey Cindy" she nervously greated me, something was on her mind - was she stressed?

"Hey Kate, what's up?" She wasn't sitting down, kinda weird, maybe she was in a hurry?

"Oh... You know, the usual... I uh..." She stammered. Something was definitely up.

"What's wrong, Katie?"

"Well... I got the app..." I froze.

"What app?" I knew exaclty what app she was talking about.

"Y-you know, THE app, my sister told me to and... Well, she said I should get it, you know, for..."

"For what?"

"For... you." She looked down, clearly embarassed.

"Uh, Katie, just... Think about this, you don't even know my ID"

"7ZX432UQ9" She said almost immediately.

"I thought you said you WEREN'T going to memorize my ID?" It was hard to keep track of who knew my ID or not ever since it was posted up online.

"Well... You know, I looked it up and..."

"Katie, you don't want to do this. Seriously." Come on Katie, not you too.

"..." She pulled out her phone. I barely had a moment to react before I felt an extremely familiar pulling sensation and was met with two titanic flip flop clad feet. She was visibly nervous, this was really out of character for her, and her toes anxiously twitched on her flip flops. Katie, why?

"Uh... So... Uhm... D-do you... like them?" She said, almost as if she was reading off a script. Had she been practicing for this? She picked up her right foot and angled it downwards, showing me her entire foot - it was such a weird sight.

"I mean... Do you like my flip flops? Like, uh, I saw you totally l-looking at them and...?" I never looked at her feet, but there's been a rumor lately that I had a "thing for feet," or some bullshit like that, just an excuse for people to use them more prominently - if anything THEY had a "thing for feet" not me.

"I'm just gonna... Uh..." She slowly lifted her foot, for a moment showing me her black dirty sole, and slammed it right in front of me, the sudden gust of wind throwing me back.

"Uh... You should totally r-run or something... Or I'll... I'll squish you like a bug...!" Why was she saying these things? This was ridiculous, and I watched as she peered over, looking down at me, and crouched down. She slowly lowered her shaking hand as I lay helpless on the floor - unmoving out of a mix of confusion and shellshock.
I was lifted in front of her timid face between her shaking fingers, and dropped onto her sweaty palm. She used her free hand's index finger to poke at me. "W-wow, uh, you're really small! I-I didn't know how small to expect but uh..." She gently poked at my breasts, using her other finger to pinch them awkwardly, the sudden compression making me groan in pain. "Uh... D-do you like being small?" She released her hold and squished them again. "I-is that something you like? I m-mean, at my size, y-you probably didn't expect me to be this big r-right?!? B-but I-i'm not big, y-you're just small!"

What was she even saying? She knew full well that I'd been through this so many times before. I don't even know where she found this 'script' from, but it wasn't even relevent. But here I was, on her palm, helpless, and listening to her as she gropes and violates my body. Her timid finger finding its way to my bare pussy. I blushed in embarassment, and immediately reached my hands to cover. "U-uh, I can poke there if I want you know!" She said as she flicked my hands away and forcibly pressed down in my nether regions. I yelped with pain.

"I-I don't like you trying t-to resist like that, you know... I, uh, better put you down in my flip flops for a lesson!" I knew this was what she was leading up to, as I was taken down to the strap of her sandal, right between her sweaty unpainted big and second toe. It smelled awful. Genuinely terrible. Did Katie even shower? Or was she sweating this hard from her nervousness?

"I'm gonna... uh, totally, crush you, yea!" She squeezed her toes, only to realize that the thong was getting in the way as she had placed me right in front of it - the deadzone where her toes couldn't reach. "Oh..." She tilted her foot forward, but it was too much, and I immediately and violently rolled down and slammed against her big toe, which quickly picked itself up and pushed slightly to the left, immediately pinning me under its sweaty pale embrace.

"Y-yea, you like that? I mean, I don't know if you actually like that but I mean it like that but, you know..." She picked her toe up again and slammed it down on me. Its nervous shaking as it regained its form harassing me with more and more attacks on my entire body. Katie wasn't even strong enough to restrain her feet yet she was easily restraining me, she didn't have to be perfect - even the smallest, shyest, girl could easily overwhelm me. It was humiliating, more so then ever before, at least at other times the girls that could overpower me seemed like they kinda knew what they were doing, but Katie was a complete virgin to even remotely harassing people. And here I was, under the sticky sweaty pad of her toe, completely unable to stop her from compressing me under her embrace as she badly spouted off generic lines meant to humiliate me, which under most circumstances would be kind of cute as she does her best giantess impression, but when you're under her and having your body pounded in by the all too real pain she can do with her weak timid toes - it's terrible.

I'm restrained around a plastic yellow cylinder. My arms and legs forcibly wrapped around the expansive surface, not long enough to reach around the wide golden area. My neck has limited movement, and in the hazy distance I can see the face of my cap tor, with her long dark brown hair cascading over her gray sweatshirt, zipped down slightly showing skin as well as her white undershirt hiding her small breasts. She peers past me with her brown Asian eyes, and I know she's not even paying me any attention - she's likely focusing on the work in front of her. The work she's using me to write. Well, not me, but the pencil she's tied me to. I feel exposed, with my naked skin showing itself to the arid climate, being slapped with wind as the pencil quickly moves up and down, side to side, lurching my body in every way as my ears are assaulted with the sound of graphite impacting the paper below. I can't see what she's writing, just the hazy visages of her friends sitting at the library table with her in the distance. 

"Hey Myla, did you finish problem 59?" One of them calls out in a toned down voice. 

"Uhm..." My captor begins to talk. "No, I'm having a bit of trouble, what did you get for the area of the quadrilateral?" 

"52" I can't even see who's talking. 

"52..." She tilts the pencil to the side, and my vision abruptly shifts to view the graph paper below. "Hmmm" I gulp as my body is lifted with the pencil, and it's abruptly slammed back on to the paper. The sound of the gentle tap is grossly magnified at my size, and before I can recover the pencil's lifted again and slammed back down, the shockwaves paralyzing me as Myla begins to rhymatically tap her pencil. I feel sick. "What did you get?"

"Oh." She responds "I got 76" And the tapping stops. The pencil is lifted again, but my side is suddenly tilted more evenly downwards, making me lie horizontally in the space. She shifts her fingers, and I gasp as I see her thumb come into view only to have it push down right on to my entire lower body. I'm so distracted by this new development that I completely ignore the ceiling getting closer as I'm brought up to her face, and before I know it I'm teetering perilously close to her large red lips. She opens her mouth, and her warm humid breath washes over me. I tilt my head and can see her glistening white teeth show themselves, their distance measured in inches now as I'm pushed dangerously close to the opening of her mouth. I start yelling to get her attention, she's going to impale me with her teeth and she won't even notice. But the movement doesn't seize as I'm moved closer, her teeth lining up with my eyes.

With one quick motion her top row of teeth come careening for me and slam on the end of the pencil, my hair getting wet as they meet the solid pearly white wall. Her mouth opens again, and I keep yelling, trying to get some sort of response but I'm only met with another quick charge towards my vulnerable head, narrowly missing me again. I'm crying as I'm met with a litany of near death experiences, each bite narrowly missing me - I don't know if she even realizes how close she is to killing me instantly, but she clearly doesn't care as she keeps biting on the end. She opens her mouth again, and I'm mentally begging for her to show any sort of acknowledgement of the situation she's put me in. "Uhm, I think 54's more accurate, yea." The reverberations of her stifled quiet voice amplified by our sheer proximity sending heavy vibrations through my body.

She suddenly pulls me away, and the sick feeling that's been building in my stomach is now beginning to become incredibly noticeable. I'm afraid I'll get whiplash if she keeps doing moving around like that, it just takes one quick motion in the wrong direction. I'm lowered back down and the pencil is pushed back at its slightly tilted upright position, and she begins writing again. The jerky movements pushing me to the verge of barfing. I just continue screaming. There's nothing else I can do. I have to keep screaming until she has to do something. At first it seems like my voice is barely registering, but as I keep going I can clearly feel her begin to get agitated, her movements becoming more forceful as the pencil angirly strikes the paper.

"Myla?" I hear a voice say.

"Sorry, I just need to make some adjustments to, uhm, my pencil." With that she stops writing, and quickly turns me around to face her as she brings me up to her face. My eyes meeting hers. Instead of an angry expression she just looks at me with a strange, determined, look. Suddenly her other hand comes into view, and her index finger pushes aggressively on my head. I'm forcibly silenced as my head is squished between the soft pad of her finger and the hard plastic of the pencil. She keeps raising and adding pressure, as if to stifle my voice, but I begin to aggressively push back with my head, wiggling against the imposing pad. I'm apparently a bit succesful, as she retracts her finger and I immediately begin screaming again.

"Hmmph" She grunts. And she tilts me upside down, and begins lowering me away from her face, beneath the desk, I travel down the expanse of her dress and I see her feet seemingly ready for me, waiting above her slip ons. I cry as the foot comes for me, her big and second toe coming around the pencil and forcibly pulling me off and into their embrace. Her toes carry me along as they go into the black shoe, my lower body dragged across the damp insole as her toes scrunched together to get into the tight fit. When we reach the toe section I'm quickly dropped on to the sweaty surface. I quickly scramble to my feet and turn around only to immediately get slammed in the face by a full set of thick toes jamming me forward. They almost instinctively begin pushing against me, wiggling, forcing me into compliance.

From above, through the sweaty slapping sound of her toes impacting my body and the sides of shoe, I can hear a muffled voice say "Alright, back to 53..."