David awoke, immediately realizing one thing was off; everything was gigantic! He had to be only an inch tall!

"What the fuck!" he screamed aloud, struggling to his feet.

"I didn't think size alterations meant fucking shrinking me!" he continued, looking around in a panic. 

"Caitlin! Caitlin - oh my god…" he gasped, looking forward to see what looked like a black flat shoe, only it was several stories tall. His eyes followed it, up to a pair of legs, then up to her midsection, all the way up to her face, so large it could be the moon, as the locks of flaming red hair descended across her gargantuan eyes, magnified even further by her prescription lenses.

"Hi David!" the giantesses voice boomed. 

"How are you feeling? I can't hear you right now due to our size difference, but I'm willing to answer your questions now! Please step onto my hand, I'm going to lay it flat next to you!" she explained, before causing a gust of wind to blow David over onto the platform as she bent down to lower her hand, her lab coat threatening to fall and crush him where he laid. Her hand fell next to David.

Feeling a mix of awe and absolute fear, David cautiously stepped onto Caitlin's outstretched hand, his entire body trembling. He couldn't believe the magnitude of the situation he found himself in, reduced to a minuscule size and facing a towering figure. As he was lifted up to Caitlin's face, he couldn't help but wonder what her intentions were. Hell, she could crush him here and now if she wanted to and no one would find out…

"Hey David, you're looking just fine, seems like the shrinking process was a success! And I must say, you have quite the toned body. You should be proud!" Caitlin smirked, allowing David to realize he was entirely naked.

"What did you do to me?!" David gasped, trying to cover himself up as the giantess giggled.

"The shrinking process eliminates obstruction. Your clothes qualify. Sorry, if I'd have told you to strip you may have tried to back out of the experiment. It's happened before. I can't have my only male leaving me so soon, can I? Speaking of, how about I explain the experiment for you now, since you were so curious beforehand.?" Caitlin smiled, beginning to walk to another room with David in her hand, him having to hold on to the slightly moist flesh of her palm as the wind blew over him.

She eventually reached another room, then walked in and closed the door. Some researchers were in the room, and they were all eagerly observing David. It was haunting to be viewed by beings so much larger, yet David realized he was their size not just moments ago.

She set David down into a one-way-view box with an opened lid, and began to speak. 

"So to answer your questions: the size alterations involve shrinking you down to an inch tall, as you can now tell!” she remarked, poking at the tiny within her hand.

“This has been known to increase sensory perception intensity severely, and we would like to see what the most severe scale of sensory stimulation can inflict on tiny beings. Funnily enough, that's pretty much what the pamphlet says, albeit a little censored. If you read it, you might've had a better judgment call before jumping at the money. Regardless, I greatly appreciate your participation. I'll go ahead and explain the mechanics of the experiment now that you're in the testing room." Caitlin monologued, her pride in her work evident.

Caitlin's words hung in the air, a mix of excitement and sadistic delight evident in her voice. David's eyes widened as he tried to process the full extent of what she was saying. This experiment was unlike anything he could have imagined, and the implications of Caitlin's words sent a shiver down his spine.

"W-What do you mean? Smell their feet? That's the point of this experiment?" David stammered, his voice laced with a combination of disbelief and apprehension.

Caitlin's grin widened, her eyes glinting with mischief. "Oh, yes, Mr. Johnson. The olfactory aspect of this experiment is a crucial component. When reduced in size, scents can cause great psychological overstimulation, and are crucial to test for our future intentions. And in this case, it's the scent of women's feet."

David's mind raced, struggling to comprehend the true nature of the experiment he had unwittingly signed up for. His gaze darted around the laboratory, his surroundings now taking on an ominous air. He couldn't help but feel absolute repulsion at the thought of being subjected to such an unpleasant experience.

Caitlin continued, her voice laced with a seductive undertone that made David's discomfort grow. "You see, Mr. Johnson, the sensors we placed on you are designed to capture your physiological responses when exposed to different scents, particularly the odor of women's feet. Your reactions will provide invaluable data for our research,."

David's sense of unease deepened as he realized the true extent of Caitlin's intentions. The invasive nature of the experiment, coupled with Caitlin's unabashedly horrific remarks, made him all the more fearful.

"Don't worry, Mr. Johnson," she whispered, her voice laced with a mix of reassurance and an underlying current of mischief. 

"You're a vital part of this experiment, and I assure you, your sacrifices will not be in vain. Your readings will provide us with groundbreaking insights into the complexities of human sensory perception." she furthered, even her whisper was loud enough to hurt David’s ears.

David was furious. But he knew one thing; he was at this woman's mercy.

"Anyway, there's two holes in the roof of this box we’ve set up here. It's one way, so you can see out, but the girls can't see in. They have no idea a tiny person is involved in this experiment, and we're going to keep it that way. All they will believe is that they'll put their feet in this box, and it'll collect data on how powerful their odor is. Which is technically true, it's just… you'll be the one collecting the data." Caitlin smirked with a tone of pure joy. Caitlin was a monster, and David fell right into her trap.

"But… why, what's the point?" David murmured, on the verge of tears.

"Well… let me put it in layman's terms…" Caitlin pondered, tapping a manicured clear-coat nail next to David, not even realizing it was shaking the ground he stood on as she idly thought of an explanation.

David's heart sank as he awaited Caitlin's response. The box felt suffocating, the weight of his predicament pressing down on him. He couldn't fathom why anyone would subject him to such an experiment, using him as a mere tool for their scientific curiosity.

Caitlin leaned closer, her face hovering just above the box, casting a shadow over David. Her eyes sparkled with a mix of excitement and fascination. 

"You see, David, scent is a powerful trigger for distress, however with long-term exposure, one can overcome this distress and go effectively nose blind to the scent. We want to test if with enough severe exposure to feet, especially those with conditions that increase odor…," she began, her voice lowering to a conspiratorial tone. 

“Well, I guess I’ll explain that if it comes to it…” she trailed off, leaving David confused and scared.

David struggled to comprehend the magnitude of what Caitlin was saying. He had become a tiny pawn in a twisted game of scientific exploration, a mere subject in an experiment with unknown consequences. His anger and fear intensified, but he also couldn't shake the sheer embarrassment of the situation he found himself in.

"But why me?" David managed to ask, his voice trembling. "Why subject me to this rather than finding willing participants? Why lie?”

Caitlin's expression softened, and she sighed. "Believe me, David, I would prefer to have willing participants. However, finding individuals who are genuinely open to this level of experimentation is challenging. Many back out at the last minute, fearing the unknown or simply unable to comprehend the implications fully."

She paused, searching David's miniscule eyes for any sign of understanding. "You, on the other hand, took the risk and signed up, even without knowing the complete details. I commend your courage, despite the circumstances. And don't worry, we have precautions in place to ensure your safety throughout the process."

David's anger began to subside, replaced by a sense of reluctant acceptance. He had indeed taken the risk, driven by his desperate need for money and an empty stomach. But now, he was faced with the consequences of his impulsive decision.

“We still have to operate within legal parameters, as we are trying to be a legitimate business… and between you and me, it’s quite complicated to make someone disappear. I prefer to avoid it at all costs, so rest assured, barring any complications, you’ll make it out of this experiment just fine…” Caitlin explained, not a single hint of compassion in her voice.

David gulped. She… made someone disappear before? She said it so casually, as if it was a mere inconvenience.

"So, what now?" he asked, his voice filled with fear. "What do you expect me to do in this experiment?"

Caitlin's eyes lit up with excitement. "You will collect data on the intensity of the scent emitted by the participants' feet. We have equipped you with sensors that will measure various parameters, allowing us to quantify the sensory experience. You may be the pioneer in an incredible breakthrough, David!”

David's gaze shifted towards the two holes in the roof of the box. Soon enough, if Emily was telling the truth, some woman's exceptionally nasty feet will be stuck through there, and he'll be sealed in, forced to deal with horrific smells.

"The first volunteer will be introduced momentarily. I've selected three girls out of the twenty-one who signed up, and I'm sure you'll find my choices quite… intense." Caitlin smiled, engrossed in a document while she spoke to David.

"You're going to be held here overnight, until the ninth in fact, just a heads up. If you made any plans, well, I guess you'll have to miss them. That was also in the pamphlet, if you were wondering…" Caitlin further revealed with a continued grin.

David fell to his knees. Three days of torture, all because he didn't read the stupid terms and conditions and got caught up chasing pennies.

Before he could fret any further, the sound of a knock at the door permeated the air.

Caitlin nodded to her assistant, who promptly closed the lid on David, and left him trapped in the box, able to see his surroundings but being invisible to the world around him. He looked nervously at the door, awaiting the individual who would be his torturer for who knows how long. Caitlin brushed her lab coat, then walked up and opened the door.

"May, how nice of you to make it. Please, come on inside…" Caitlin exclaimed, David desperately trying to see past her to get a glimpse at this "May."

May had an understated elegance that caught David's eye. She was a petite Asian woman with short, glossy black hair that framed her face, partially obscured by her glasses. Her outfit exuded a professional yet chic vibe—a crisp white blouse tucked into slim-fitting black slacks. As David looked up from his tiny vantage point on the ground, he noticed May's choice of footwear—a pair of simple and practical black flats, not too dissimilar from the ones Caitlin was wearing..

"Hi Doctor, I did what you said. I just really hope I did it right… I wore my oldest flats, with no tights or anything all week.” she began, a hurried franticness to her high-pitched voice.

“And, as I wrote down on the intake form, I have hyperhidrosis, so-" May spouted on, before being interrupted by Caitlin.

"Sorry May, yes you did very well preparing. I just want to explain your condition to my assistants so they can understand what we're going for. Lily! Do you know what hyperhidrosis is?" Caitlin asked her assistant, a short brunette who looked almost as if she was trying her hardest to copy Caitlin’s appearance.

"Yes ma'am, it makes your extremities sweat abnormally frequently, and in large amounts." Lily promptly responded, seemingly looking for affirmation from Caitlin.

"Very good Lily. And what does more sweat mean? More odor. May is a very good candidate for our experiment and we're lucky to have her. Please May, tell us a little more about your average week on your feet while you take a seat here in front of the sensory analysis chamber." Caitlin urged, guiding her over to the seat.

May followed the instructions, and sat herself down in a chair in front of a box in the middle of the room. She was intrigued by the fact it was concealed except for two holes, obviously shaped so that her feet could be placed in.

"Oh, well I work in an office. I walk around a lot and it makes my feet sweat a ton, like to the point where I sometimes slip in my shoes. My sister lives with me, and makes me put my flats in a plastic bag when I get home because they smell so bad. I've had them for years and I was actually… uh… going to replace them with the money I get from the experiment…" May nervously explained, shifting her feet around in her worn-down flats.

"Very good May. Now, we can begin the experiment, if you're ready? Just take off your shoes and place them beside you if you wouldn't mind, then whenever you're ready to, go ahead and slide your feet in the sensory chamber so we can get our readings. It'll be a few hours, but we have plenty of entertainment we can provide in the meantime if your phone isn't satisfactory." Caitlin explained, nodding to her assistants who began rigging up a device attached to the box.

"Oh, uh, okay. Do you all… need to be in here? The smell is really bad… so…" May sheepishly admitted, as she looked down at the scuffed footwear.

"No worries at all, May. It's part of our expectations that we'll have to deal with a little odor for the sake of science. Feel free to begin whenever you'd like…" Caitlin smiled, taking a step back from May.

"Alright… here goes…" May, aware of the attention on her, hesitated. She looked down at her feet, contemplating the forthcoming act of removing her shoes. David's eyes fixated on her every movement, the tension building with each passing second. May's fingers trembled slightly as they wrapped around the heel of her shoe, her breath hitching.

David watched nervously as May prepared to remove her shoes. The box that held him felt suffocating, and he couldn't help but feel a wave of panic wash over him. He was about to be subjected to the intense smells of May's unwashed sweaty feet, trapped in a confined space with no means of escape.

Time seemed to slow down as May's hand began to pull the shoe away from her foot. David's senses sharpened, hyper-focused on the impending unveiling of her sweaty, odorous feet. The room was filled with an eerie silence, broken only by the faint sound of fabric stretching and the soft gasp that escaped May's lips.

Taking a deep breath, May summoned her resolve. Slowly, deliberately, she began to slide her foot out of the shoe. The process seemed to unfold in agonizing slow motion, drawing out the moment as David's anticipation mounted. The scent of May's foot began to permeate the air, emitting an instantly cheesy aroma that carried throughout the room.

As the heel of her foot emerged completely from the shoe, David was met with a sight that simultaneously fascinated and repelled him. her foot was damp, glistening with perspiration that highlighted the contours and crevices. Beads of sweat gathered between her toes, evidence of the humidity within her enclosed shoes.

The room seemed to hold its breath as May wiggled her toes, testing the newfound freedom. A sense of relief washed over her face, accompanied by a hint of embarrassment. She couldn't help but feel self-conscious about the vulnerability of exposing her feet to be scrutinized and smelled by a group of researchers.

Time stood still as May's foot slowly broke free from the confines of the shoe. The scent of her sweat wafted through the air, slowly falling down to David, who immediately understood just what he was in for, as he was brought to gagging immediately just from the radial smell.

The vile, sweaty odor invaded his nose, causing his body to recoil in disgust. He desperately tried to find safety in the box, seeking respite from the noxious fumes, but there was no escape.

May, oblivious to David's plight, continued to expose her foot inch by inch. The room seemed to be enveloped in a fog of her scent, the air heavy with the distinct musk of her unwashed feet. 

The other researchers exchanged glances, acknowledging the intensity of the odor that permeated the room. 

Now aware of the impact her foot odor had on them, May felt a wave of embarrassment wash over her. She had never imagined that her condition could elicit such a strong reaction.

Caitlin approached May with a reassuring smile. "You're doing great, May. We understand that this can be overwhelming, but your participation is invaluable. We're here to support you throughout the process."

May nodded, finding comfort in Caitlin's words. She took a deep breath and gathered her courage, ready to take the next step in the experiment. Slowly, she lowered her exposed foot all the way into the waiting sensory chamber, the cool metal surface providing a stark contrast to the warmth of her skin.

David found himself trapped in a suffocating world of May's foot odor. From his vantage point inside the sensory chamber, the noxious scent intensified, assaulting his senses with its overpowering presence. He struggled to maintain his composure, his stomach churning with each inhale.

He could feel the dampness in the air, as if the humidity from May's feet permeated every corner of the chamber. The distinct musk of her unwashed, horrific feet filled his nostrils, making it difficult for him to focus on anything else.

As time passed, David's senses became acutely attuned to every detail of May's feet. The delicate arches that bore the weight of her body, now exposed and marked with the signs of neglect, revealed the toll of long days spent on her feet. The skin, probably once smooth and supple, now exhibited patches of roughness, evidence of the lack of proper care.

He couldn't help but notice the calluses that formed on the balls of her feet, a result of the constant pressure and friction. They were rough and hardened, a testament to the hardships her feet endured within the acrid flats. The chipped pink nail polish on her toes hinted at a lack of attention to even the most basic grooming routines.

David's stomach churned further as he noticed the accumulated dirt and grime that had settled between May's toes. The odor emanating from that small space was particularly potent, a nasty cocktail of sweat and bacteria that made him grimace in discomfort.

As David continued to endure the overwhelming presence of May's neglected feet, a sudden change in the room's temperature caught his attention. Caitlin had decided to turn up the heat, knowing that it would make May sweat even more, and further enhance the suffering of David.

The room grew warmer, causing beads of sweat to form on Mei's forehead and trickle down her face. Unbeknownst to her, this change in temperature had a direct impact on her feet. The heat intensified the perspiration, amplifying the pungent odor that already filled the air. 

With each passing moment, the moisture on May's feet increased, fueled by the rising temperature. Beads of sweat formed on the soles of her feet, glistening as they trickled down, gliding across the fetid skin of her neglected appendages. The combined scent of perspiration and foot odor became even more pronounced, swirling in the heated atmosphere. The room seemed to thicken with the overwhelming fog that emanated from May's feet, filling the limited space of the box with a dense cloud of foot-air.

David, still trapped within the confines of the sensory chamber, was subjected to the intensified assault on his senses. The smell became more pervasive, clinging to his skin and threatening to choke him. He could practically - no, literally, taste the salty tang of May's sweat.

May, unaware of the impact her sweating feet had on David, continued her conversation with Caitlin. Caitlin, maintaining her composure despite the suffocating atmosphere, addressed May with a sympathetic smile. "You're still doing good, May. I know it's been challenging, but your contribution to this experiment is invaluable."

May nodded, wiping the sweat from her petite forehead with the back of her hand. 

Caitlin, observing David's distress from outside the sensory chamber, couldn't help but feel a twisted curiosity about the extent of his suffering. As she watched him struggle to endure the overpowering stench of May's feet, a sadistic thought crossed her mind...

But as quickly as the sadistic fantasy emerged, Caitlin dismissed it. She reminded herself of the ethical boundaries she must uphold as a researcher and the responsibility she had to ensure the well-being of all participants, even David. Pushing aside her momentary lapse, Caitlin refocused her attention on supporting May through the experiment.

Inside the chamber, David's suffering reached its peak. He struggled to maintain his composure as the overpowering scent of May's sweating feet invaded every inch of the confined space. The combination of heat, moisture, and foot odor threatened to overwhelm him completely. His eyes watered, and his throat felt raw from the constant assault on his senses.

"You're still doing great, May," Caitlin said, her voice steady but lacking the usual warmth. "Just a little longer, and we'll be done with your part of the experiment. You're helping us more than you could ever imagine."

May nodded, though a flicker of doubt danced in her eyes. The atmosphere in the room had shifted, and she couldn't shake the feeling that something was off. But she trusted Caitlin, and she knew she had come this far for a reason.

Another hour passed, each minute feeling like an eternity as May endured the monotony and David's suffering persisted. Finally, Caitlin signaled that it was time to end May's participation in the experiment.

Relief washed over May as she slowly withdrew her feet from the sensory chamber, occasional drops of sweat falling back into the box from them as they rose out.

As May stepped out of the sensory chamber, she was immediately greeted by a rush of fresh air that felt like a cool breeze against her damp skin. The weight of the suffocating atmosphere lifted, and she took a moment to savor the newfound freedom on her feet, wiggling her toes and taking in the air gliding between them.

Caitlin approached May with a mix of concern and admiration. "You did it, May. You made it through the entire experiment. Your dedication and resilience are truly commendable."

A smile of accomplishment played on May's lips as she looked at Caitlin. "Thank you, Caitlin. Am I free to go now?" she asked, clearly worn from the stress of the experience.

Caitlin nodded, a genuine warmth returning to her expression. "You've contributed immensely to our research. Your compensation will reflect this. I’ll begin the process of your release…"

David's weary eyes followed May's every move. A mixture of relief and curiosity filled his mind as he saw the sight of her feet, free from the confines of the chamber.

Her face was flushed, a glistening sheen of sweat still present on her forehead and neck. She brushed a strand of damp hair behind her ear, revealing the embarrassment etched on her features.

David's gaze shifted downward, his attention fixated on May's feet, observing every curve, arch, and wrinkle. The sight of her feet was associated with excruciating torture, and he was grateful to be seeing them for hopefully the last time in his life.

As May slipped her feet back into her flats, David couldn't help but feel a sense of relief wash over him. The intense aroma that had once filled the sensory chamber was slowly dissipating.

With May's participation in the experiment concluded, Caitlin guided her to a nearby area where she could rest and recover. David watched as she grabbed a bottle of water to hand to her, and motioned for an assistant to see to her. May smiled, and David watched her disappear from sight as the door to the room closed.

Caitlin approached the box, leaning down with a knowing smile.. "It's over, David. May's part in the experiment has come to an end. I know it was challenging, but you showed immense strength throughout. Day one is over, now you have time to rest before day two." Caitlin explained, tapping the box twice before standing up again, towering over David.

"DAY TWO?!" David screamed. He couldn't survive another day like today, Mei's feet almost killed him by the smell alone. How long before some dumb girl steps right on him and ends the experiment there and then?

David's voice was drowned in the echoes of the room, and Caitlin, unable to hear his plea, misinterpreted his silence as a sign of resilience. Without a second thought, she continued, 

"You've proven yourself, David. Tomorrow will bring new challenges, but I have faith in your ability to handle them. Rest well and prepare yourself for what's to come." Caitlin urged, before guiding herself and her assistants out of the room.

David's heart sank. He had hoped Caitlin would understand his distress and offer him a way out. But as she walked away, oblivious to his true state, he realized that he was alone in this experiment, trapped in a situation that was spiraling out of control.

As the hours passed, David found himself filled with dread and anxiety. The memory of May's feet and the overpowering stench lingered in his mind. The thought of enduring another day, enduring more feet, was almost unbearable.

In the solitude of his containment, David tried to come up with a plan. He needed a way to communicate his desperate situation to the assistants or anyone who could help him. But the walls of the sensory chamber seemed impenetrable, isolating him from the outside world.

He felt defeated, and could do nothing but crumble onto the uncomfortable metal floor of the sensory chamber. Caitlin's lack of empathy towards him was palpable, as he hadn't even been provided bedding or sustenance before her exit. He was parched beyond belief, and the only form of liquid in the chamber was…

*GAG*

May's leftover foot sweat…