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Freshmen Feet


Freshmen Feet ~ By Archer

Warning, the following story depicts scenes that may be offensive to certain people. If you are not into female feet and shrinking, then by all means do not read.

Freshmen… unique in so many ways. Naďve, fresh, crisp, annoying at times. Many being laughed at most of the time. No exception is made at St. Joseph’s catholic high school. To the naked eye, St. Joseph’s looks like your average catholic high school. One would see many young high school students pile in dressed in their uniforms every morning, which is nothing out of the ordinary. However, things aren’t always as they appear, and unexplainable things may only be known to a select few.

Mike was an above average guy at St. Joseph’s. He was a senior, just turning 18 years old. He was popular, intelligent, and had a good family life. More importantly, he had a personality that just brought out some sort of spark in everyone. He was a great guy with a great future, and a good all around nice guy to have around. Needless to say, everyone liked him, and he really didn’t dislike anyone. He was always nice to everyone, and managed to be nice to geeks and nerds, yet still remain so popular. Many girls “liked him liked him,” as he was quite attractive as well. He was out of reach for younger ones, namely freshmen ones. Regardless, he was still sought after.

“Where is he? I know he takes the E train every morning. Is he coming to school today?” said Lauren, a 5’6 green eyed freshmen at St. Joseph’s. “He’ll be here, I know he wouldn’t be able to miss a train ride with me,” giggled Jeanette as she straightened out her white stockings. “Hah, he’s mine Jeanette, don’t kid yourself.” Lauren and Jeanette considered themselves the lucky freshmen girls because they lived near Mike, and were able to take the train with him every morning to school. Both were cute, dressed in their schoolgirl uniforms. Lauren had a semi short skirt with dark black stockings and 3” heels on, and Jeanette was similarly dressed, but with bright white stockings. “Ahh here he comes.” Mike approached the platform near the two girls, with his usual cool casual stride and his cool appearance, with his loose dockers and his loosened tie and collar. Mike gave a semi friendly “hey” and walked by, not saying anything else. Afterall, they were freshmen. Lauren and Jeanette let out little sighs. “Geez, some guys.” Mumbled Jeanette. “He is a senior, guess he just looks too far down upon us,” admitted Lauren. “I wish I could just control him, and make him do and say what I want. Just like my own little toy or something.” Sighed Jeanette. “I do too, what girl wouldn’t? just be careful what you wish for, it just might come true as they always say,” said Lauren in a mocking-ominous tone. Both girls giggled at the thought, and boarded the train ready for a long day of school.

Freshmen Feet Part 2

Lunch in the cafeteria was the melting pot of St. Joseph’s High school. Students different classes and ages ate together, depending on their schedules. Each had their own groups and areas. Today was no exception. Our hero Mike ate with his big group of stout hearted fun loving guys, and pretty girls, including the girl he was sort of seeing, Michelle (whom the freshmen girls were obviously not fond of and jealous of). Not far away from that table was the table of Lauren and Jeanette, with many other of their freshmen female friends. Each of them looked cute in their schoolgirl uniforms, wearing knee high socks or stockings, and chunky heeled shoes that seemed to be the fab. “Ugh, I don’t want to go to English, I have it next period” mumbled Nicole, a 5’4 brunette. “It’s better than Math, if you’d like to switch I’d gladly do it” replied Jen, another brunette freshmen. “You don’t have to deal with Mr. Richardson, you have no clue what I’d like to do to that asshole. He acts all big and tough. Sometimes I’d just like to squash him like a grape” stated Nicole. “Hah, you’d make a good 4th century evil goddess, I can just picture you 500 feet tall yelling out orders at your subjects from the heavens, crushing all those who resist,” said Lauren. All the girls at the freshmen table laughed. “haha very funny Law, well I know one guy I’d like to be that to, and I don’t think I have to give three guesses for you to figure that one out.” Everyone looked over at Mike’s table and giggled. “How was your lovely train ride this morning?” asked Nicole. “He just said hey to Jeanette and me, and walked to the end of the platform. Just his normal friendly self, but never said anything else to us,” said Lauren. “yeah, I doubt he knows we exist,” sighed Jeanette. “He’s a senior, to him we’re nothing. We can’t make him like any one of us.” Said Jen. “Hmmm, then I’d take you up on that 4th century goddess bit, then he’d have no choice. If not, squisshhh.” Joked Jeanette. Everyone laughed heartily. Just then, Mike passed by, returning his tray to the conveyor belt. Catching everyone laughing, he looked over puzzled. “Hi Mike!” said everyone. He just replied with another semi friendly “hey” and walked back past the table. The minute he passed by the table Jeanette stomped her chunky heeled shoe down, and everyone laughed. Mike nodded his head and mumbled “Freshmen…” to himself. The Bell rang and everyone started to pile out of the cafeteria. Everyone went to their lockers and then to their respective classes. Jeanette was the lucky one that was off to Chemistry lab, where Mike, coincidentally, was an assistant, as he volunteered one of his free periods to help. Afterall, it made his college resume look good, and the lab director, Mr. Richardson gave him a good recommendation for it. Regardless, Jeanette was happy because she was in the same lab as him for 2 periods a week. Many times she’d “accidently” screw something up so he’d have to come over and help, so she could chit chat with him. Today lab consisted of the usual boring stuff. Acids, bases, compounds, yadda yadda. Today there were a very high amount of chemicals in which their properties were to be examined. Everyone gathered their materials, and began the lab. Upon examination, Jeanette finally realized she was missing something, which meant one thing… she had a reason to talk to Mike! which was to ask him for it. Mike was busy helping another student, but Jeanette still went up to him. “Miiiike I don’t have a test tube full of NaCL, can youuu get me one?” asked Jeanette in a sweet tone, with her hands behind her back and twirling one foot from the toe. “Ahh, Jeanette is it? I’m sorry, I’m kinda busy, can you go in the stockroom and get it for me? Mr Richardson just left, he had to leave early, so I’m gonna run the lab today, so it’s ok I don’t care if other students go back in the stockroom. It’s up on the second shelf on the right. Thanks,” said Mike with a courteous smile. “ok!” said Jeanette, as she skipped toward the stockroom in a good mood because Mike smiled at her. In the stockroom, there was a lot of supplies, to say the least. “now, he said on the second left hand shelf, right?” said Jeanette to herself. She was wrong, but she did not know. She grabbed a test tube full of something that was NOT NaCL. It was something unmarked, and something that was never combined with what the freshmen were doing in their lab. It was used in the advanced placement senior chemistry class, but Jeanette did not know. She proceeded to make her compound for the remainder of the class. She was proceeding slowly, and was already behind her classmates, and when the bell rang everyone was done with their lab report and finished cleaning. Jeanette was still behind from her initial setback, and didn’t know what to do. Her compound, on top of that, wasn’t giving the reactions that the other students were getting. Finally, when all the students left, she was still at her table with Mike. The Jar of her compound was slightly bubbling, but other than that wasn’t reacting. She just sighed in frustration, and Mike, noticing there was still someone in the lab, came up to her. “What’s up? Is there a problem Jeanette?” said Mike through his usual friendly temperament. “I don’t know what I did, but this is some weird stuff that I made. It’s not doing anything. I don’t know what happened, I followed the lab book’s steps.” Jeanette did not know that she put in a different substance. “you alredy heated it up with the Bunsen burner? Lets try it again. Do you have a free period next? Because I have one. There’s no class here next period, so I can help ya ” Said Mike. Jeanette did have a free period, and without hesitation agreed. Mike worked on the compound with her, and throughout this time Jeanette kinda flirted with him, but frustratingly got nothing back, as Mike just wasn’t interested, and kept on pushing on with the work. Finally, Jeanette reached over to turn on the Bunsen burner and when she pulled her hand back she dropped some burnt remains and it grazed her stockinged legs. “argh, why do I always wear white stockings on lab days? Any little dirt always shows up.” Said Jeanette, frustrated from two things now (Mike’s being uninterested and her new stain). “Go wash it off, I’ll let this heat up and see what we get.” Said Mike. Jeanette went to the bathroom and sat there, cleaning that little spot on her stocking. “He’s not paying attention to me, damn him, why doesn’t he like me? I’ll just take my flirting to a higher level. I have to make him really notice me,” mumbled Jeanette to herself.

Meanwhile, back in the lab, Mike let the unknown compound heat up. He was amazed at the reaction it was giving. It seemed to be changing to a new substance, one that he has never seen. It was greenish in color, and was rapidly rising in the container. Rising very quickly, as a matter of fact. Mike was alarmed and reached to cut off the burner’s gas, but was too late. The substance shot out of the top and all over Mike. “AHH crap!!” He went to the eye wash, and drenched himself. It still didn’t come off. “What the hell is this stuff?” Mike ran over to get a towel, but didn’t make it. Then and there Mike’s world rapidly became larger and larger. “What the hell is happening to me? HELP!!!!” Nobody heard him. His voice was a series of squeaks in the gargantuan room. Mike had almost instantly shrank. “What the?? How did this happen?? How did everything get so big…? I… I don’t understand, i.. sh-shh-shrank?? Nothing can shrink how can this be?” stuttered Mike, in disbelief. It was so surreal to him. He just stared up at the giant table that he was just at, dumbfounded. He saw a test tube near him, which dwarfed him lengthwise. He couldn’t believe it, he couldn’t be more than two inches tall. He was in utter shock, and just stood there, not fully comprehending that he was as vulnerable as a bug, and almost anything could crush him where he stood. His state of shock and staring at the table was interrupted by a wake up call… a booming wake up call. First it was a series of vibrations, then rumbles, finally loud booms. BOOM BOOM BOOOM. Mike turned around in disbelief and saw two giant white pillars in the distance. Upon further examination, he realized they were not pillars, they were stockinged legs. “JEANETTE!!! AHHHHHH!!!!!”

Freshmen Feet: Part 3

“AHHHHHHH!” screamed Mike in disbelief upon gazing upon the enormous freshman girl. Jeanette stood at the doorway looking around for Mike and was puzzled. “MIKE?” her voice boomed and echoed throughout the gigantic room. She looked around, and started walking toward the stockroom. Each step caused a loud boom and a small tremor throughout the floor from Mike’s perspective. Mike was frozen, he was still having trouble comprehending his situation. He just stared blindly at the giantess scouting the room for him. Even as she started walking toward him he simply stared up in disbelief. At this time, and in his current state of disbelief, he had no idea of how much danger he was in. Jeanette was walking over in his direction, and he was still in shock. He was so vulnerable that Jeanette’s step could easily crush him like he was nothing. To Jeanette, it would feel like stepping on a squishy French fry. But Mike still wasn’t comprehending his insignificance. His state of awe was broken by nothing other than Jeanette’s gigantic chunky heeled shoe crashing no more than an inch from him. Her simple step caused a shockwave of air and an underfloor tremor that knocked him off his feet. It also made such a booming sound that his ears were ringing. Finally, Mike in his 2 inch figure stood up and looked staight up at the two silky white legs above him, connected to under Jeanette’s skirt. He finally realized that he was about 2 inches tall, and right between Jeanette’s feet. Then the giantess spoke to herself, “What the heck happened here? What’s this stuff? Where did Mike go?” Mike screamed the answers to those questions as loud as he could, but to no avail. It would have had to be dead silent in the building for Jeanette to have heard Mike, and even then his voice would sound like squeaks. “I guess he went to get something or to clean himself off. I should clean this up.” Said Jeanette to herself. Mike screamed again, “No!! Don’t touch it!!” Jeanette obviously did not hear him, but luckily she played it wisely. “This stuff looks serious, better put gloves on.” Jeanette did so, and cleaned it all up, and saved a good amount in a jar. “No use throwing this out, I’ll get a better grade than an F if I have this to prove my effort.” Said Jeanette, as she went to place the newly sealed jar in her lab locker. “Hmm, I’ll sit down for a few, and wait for Mike, if he’s not here in a few minutes I’m leaving,” mumbled Jeanette. This was bad news for Mike. All this time as Jeanette was cleaning up, he was trying to get her attention, but to no avail. If she leaves not knowing of him, he would be left in the lab overnight. As he thought more and more of that, many scenarios of his downfall played out in his mind. He could end up being stepped on when the next class comes in, or worse, he could be mopped up by the janitorial staff. That brought an even worse thought to his mind, getting spotted by Cindy, one of the janitors. The thought of him being in the clutches of that grimey woman brought chills to Mike, and he instantly made a break for Jeanette. Jeanette was sitting on one of the benches with one foot out, rubbing it. He ran and ran and ran. Finally he made it to the shoe. “I can’t believe he left me. Forget it I’m out of here” sighed Jeanette. “oh crap!” cried Mike. Jeanette slipped her foot back into her shoe and Mike lunged for it. He made it just in the nick of time, and hung on to the edge of the toe area. It was a wild ride as Jeanette walked to the other side of the room. Luckily Jeanette stopped to grab her bookbag and Mike took the opportunity to secure himself in on of the folds/design marks of the front of her school shoe. He wrapped his arms and legs around anything he could find, and was secure. It was at this point that he could start to feel heat emanating from below him. He thought of how long of a day Jeanette has had and how long she’s been on her feet. Just then the bell rang, and off Jeanette was to Math class, not knowing of the tiny being at her foot, at her control, and at her mercy.
Freshmen Feet: Part 4


The ride to Math class was hellish, even if it was only a for few minutes. The motion was sickening, and the claking sound of Jeanette’s shoes were deafening to Mike at his size. Nevertheless, Mike dealt with it and Jeanette finally arrived at Math class. It was here, after she sat down, that Mike would begin to make attempts to get Jeanette’s attention. Coincidentally, unbeknownst to Mike, he was beginning to make the worst mistake of his life. Regardless, Mike climbed out of his secure area and climbed further up the shoe. When he reached the end of the flap, he looked down and saw a sea of bright white silkiness. “Wow, what a sight” admitted Mike. Mike then jumped down into this sea of white silk and landed with a soft thud. Mike spread himself out from head to toe on this nylon spread. It was so soft and smooth he felt like he could just fall asleep. “Wow, stockings are comfy” He laid there for a few minutes, simply admiring something that’s unique up close. He played with each individual knots in the stocking, as he could fit the tips of his fingers in them. ‘it’s like laying down on one of those puffy clouds,’ Mike thought to himself . Finally Mike said “what am I doing? I have to get her attention.” Then began the poundings. Mike drove his fists into the soft whiteness over and over. Jeanette’s leg began to twitch, and Mike kept on pounding. Finally, the giant hand of Jeanette came down to scratch that spot. Mike almost was sliced in half from a long curved fingernail, but kept on pounding. Jeanette kept on feeling the itch, and finally both of her hands came down and scratched, then pulled up the stocking and stretched it up. This caused Mike to fall backwards, as it was like someone pulling a carpet out from under one’s feet. Mike fell to a position that was semi in the shoe, yet still somewhat outside. Mike’s bottom half was pinned, and felt the heat emanating from inside the shoe. “Dammit, I’m not going to give up that easily.” Mike continued to pound , until finally his fate was sealed. Jeanette, feeling the constant itching, asked to go to the bathroom. Mike braced himself as Jeanette got up and his body was ever further pinned into the silky white mush. Jeanette went to the empty bathroom into the stall and was ready to get to the bottom of this itch. The minute Jeanette closed that stall door and sat down, it was the beginning of the end for Mike. Jeanette took her foot out of the shoe and crossed it across her lap, and stared down at the itchy spot. Mike, with one hand holding onto her smooth stocking clad arch, waved frantically. He was now as clear as day to Jeanette. A moving, tiny 2 inch being on a white surface. Jeanette just stared dumbfoundedly, similar to when Mike first encountered the situation. Mike was in good spirits, shouting “hey! It’s me!, etc.” Jeanette finally spoke in a soft whisper. “Mike?? is that you? Yo-you-you’re so tiny! How did this happen? How?” Jeanette gently scooped Mike up in her hand. Mike shouted as much as he could. “I can barely hear you, you’re so tiny!” chuckled Jeanette. Mike felt a wave of tranquility, as if the hard part of his ordeal was over. It was then that Mike began to realize how he had sealed his fate the minute he caused the last itch. Jeanette’s stare of awe slowly turned into a smile. “Yes… you’re so tiny. The world’s only 2 inch man, and I’m the lucky one to have found you.” Mike’s heart jumped into his throat at this point. He shouted to the giantess, which was a low tone to her, but still slightly audible.... “ Jeanette! You have to help me! You have to get help!!” Jeanette smiled even more. “Have to? I ‘have’ to help you? Hahaha, that sounded like an order.” Mike was scared shitless, what has he done? “You know Mike, I’ve always loved those little ironic twists at the end of sitcom episodes or stuff like that, you know when the tables are totally turned? I remember a Mike who was the best cutest guy in school, and the desire of many, but wouldn’t give a nice girl such as myself the time of day. I know you’ve heard this before, but my my my how the tables have turned Mikey,” giggled Jeanette. Mike didn’t know what to say. He couldn’t believe a little freshman was doing this to him. “Teeheeheee, this is so cool, I have my own little man, and that little guy is who everyone’s been sweating, wait till the girls hear this. But what do I do with you now hmmm?” Mike started to say something in his defense, but was rudely interrupted by the booming voice of Jeanette. “Well, I did discover you on my foot. Hmmm, I’ll tell you what, I’ll cut you some slack. Being that you love my feet so much, I’ll let you hang out around them for a while.” Jeanette placed the tiny Mike in between her thumb and index fingers and brought him to her white stocking clad foot. She stretched her toes out and pushed him into the crevices. “You wont get crushed under there, just watch out, it’s a little tight,” chuckled Jeanette. “NOOOOO JEANETTE DON….MMMMFMFMFFFMFF” Mike’s objection was reduced to muffles as Jeanette crunched her nylon covered toes over Mike’s tiny form. She then proceeded to further imprison her tiny captive as she put her chunky shoe on. With her foot fully inside, she uncrunched her toes and Mike was left under them. Instantly a wave of hot smelly air hit poor Mike. “MMFMFMFMFMF” is all that came out, as his entire form, including his face was covered by the damp sweaty stocking. Jeanette left the bathroom and the wonderful ride for Mike began, as his prison was moving violently. Jeanette returned to Math class very chipper. Her friend Amy, who sat behind her, wondered why. “Oh, no reason, I just love Math so much” giggled Jeanette. She was as giddy as what she is, a schoolgirl. Meanwhile, Mike was not. He just stared in the darkness at the 5 pack of rolls that were Jeanette’s toes, screened by the stocking over his face. He pondered many things for the remainder of that Math period. He fully realized how his fate was sealed 10 minutes ago, and couldn’t believe how this happened to him. He thought of the irony of how much he had enjoyed being in contact with her soft, smooth stockings, and how contrastingly bad it was right now. More importantly, Mike thought to himself, ‘How can a freshman girl’s feet smell so goddamn bad?’

Freshmen Feet: Part 5
Life, past experiences, bright future, good times, good friends, good life. When they are stripped away from you, your life means nothing. That is the poetic outlook on Mike now. A popular smart young man with a great life and a bright future was now practically a piece of dirt underneath Jeanette’s toes.

The rest of math class wasn’t fun for Mike. So many factors made poor Mike’s very existence awful. First and foremost, Jeanette’s feet smelt bad. To a normal sized being, they may or may not have been smelly, perhaps just a bit. However, Mike was no more than 2 inches, and everything in his world was magnified, including his sense of smell. Therefore Jeanette’s slightly smelly feet presented a powerful, hot, musky odor to Mike. It didn’t help that Jeanette was on her feet most of the day, and it was a long school day for her. Stockings naturally made her feet sweat too, and they soaked most of it up, and poor mike was molded into them. Aside from the smell, Mike was in such a restricted position that there was nothing that he could do to feel better. It was smelly and sticky, and he couldn’t move. Mike was never one to give up easily though, so he constantly struggled in his prison. Jeanette, however, enjoyed this. The wiggling action of the tiny teenager beneath her foot gave her a warm pleasant feeling. Mike’s resistance was only pleasing her more. She would periodically wiggle and scrunch her toes, which made life worse for Mike, as the damp stocking would rub all over him, moistening his clothes and stinging his eyes with some of the slight foot sweat that the stockings had absorbed throughout the long warm schoolday. Regardless, Mike would still wiggle and struggle and Jeanette would giggle to herself and scrunch again. Toward the end of the Math period, Mike finally lost energy and gave up. No more than a minute later, the bell rang and the fun ride for Mike began again. Each step that Jeanette took seemed like a one year cycle to Mike. He was crunched, in mid air, crunched, in mid air, then crunched again, then in mid air again. This trip stopped somewhere unknown to Mike, where he heard the voice of Jeanette and her friends faintly. “You girls have to come over today, I have to show you something. Can’t explain now, I’ll be late for class.” The girls agreed and Jeanette was off. Finally Jeanette arrived at her final class of the day, Gym. Jeanette sat herself in the corner of the girls locker room, slightly aside from the rest of the girls, and started to get her gym clothes ready. She then took off her left shoe, then the right shoe (which was the one Mike was in) next. The pressure on Mike was lifted as the freshman’s giant foot exited the shoe. A wave of light and fresh air instantly hit Mike. Jeanette peered down at the shoe at Mike, who was numb and still laying down in the toe area, and giggled and began to dress for Gym. Meanwhile, feeling returned to Mike’s body and he stood up, examining his surroundings. The laughter and chatter of many freshmen girls filled the outside of the shoe, and he caught glimpses of Jeanette undressing. “Oh no, Gym class,” mumbled Mike to himself. “What else more can she possibly do to me? This is a joke right?” said Mike. The cold air that filled the shoe eventually began to dry him. He was moist from the damp foot over him, and now he was beginning to become dry and sticky. “Eww, I really smell. Damn girl’s gotta put some foot lotion or something on.” It didn’t matter, no matter what, at his size the girl’s foot is going to smell bad. Any girl’s foot would, he’s just too tiny. Finally, Jeanette, having finished dressing for gym, approached the shoe and picked it up and tilted it. Mike tumbled down to the heel section, and looked up at the giant girl peering down at him with a huge grin. “How’s my little guy doing down there? Hope my feet didn’t stink, hahahaha. I kinda like you down there under my toes. You felt all warm and squishy, and I like being tickled down there. Now what am I going to do with you for gym class?” Mike shouted back at her… “Jeanette! This has gone far enough. Is this some kind of sick joke? You have to help me get back to normal!” Jeanette responded with a chuckle… “There it is again, ‘have’ to help me. I don’t ‘have’ to do anything, I’m not the one who’s an eeeety beeeety person here. Now, what to do with you… hmmm… I know! You can come with me for the period.” Jeanette reached into the shoe and her giant fingers enveloped Mike. “No Jeanette! You’ll crush me! It’s gym period!” Jeanette didn’t want to risk foot duty for physical activity other than walking, as she didn’t want any danger of returning to the locker room with her prize being a red stain on her sock, so she found another place to put Mike. She pulled out her shirt with her other hand and dropped Mike in her cleavage. “My my, Mike…. you’re so close to my heart! Didn’t know you cared so much! Hahaha” Mike bounced around trapped in between her breasts. “Hold on down there, it’s gonna be a bumpy ride.” Jeanette skipped off to the gym where she spent the period doing the class’ usual physical activity. Mike, on the other hand, was having a rather unique time. To put it simply, he was in between two giant boobs. The ride was extremely bumpy, but Mike managed to hold on for most of the period. Toward the end, however, he finally couldn’t hold on longer and slipped down her stomach onto the band of her sweatpants. He held on for dear life, as the deadly plunge was just a slip away. Jeanette, catching a breather to the side of the gym, felt his tiny body and looked down. “How’d you get down there? Hahaha, you have no clue how cute you are, hanging on down there. Oh well, back you go upstairs.” Jeanette plucked Mike and dropped him back in her cleavage. ‘oh well,’ Mike thought. ‘It’s better than under her foot.’ The Gym period ended, and the girls filed back into their locker room. Jeanette sat in her corner and immediately pulled Mike out from between her breasts. “Guess that wasn’t a secure place was it? My itty bitty Mikey almost fell and killed himself. Oh well, guess it’s back to where you belong.” His home perhaps? In his nice warm bed at his normal size? Who was Mike kidding, he knew he was going back under her toes. Once again before Mike could squeak out an objection he was enveloped in fingers and dropped. Mike fell and fell and tumbled, but this time he was somewhere different. He bounced around and eventually came to a stop. A familiar smell was strong where he was now. He looked around and saw his giant locker room world shaded bright white. “Aw shit, she put me in her stockings,” Mike mumbled to himself. The Smell was worse than it was in the shoe. The toe section, which he was in, was slightly less smooth than the rest of the silky prison, as there was some dried up sweat. Mike turned around and saw Jeanette with her gym clothes off, in her undergarments. She was cute for a freshman, Mike thought to himself. “What the hell am I thinking? What’s gonna be cute about her when those toes are squishing me to death?” Jeanette finished putting on the rest of her uniform and picked up the stockings. “Lonely in there? Don’t worry, here’s some company” Mike’s nylon prison shook violently as she inserted her left foot into its leg. He watched as the giant limb entered his neighboring stocking leg. Then came its mate. A loud “sssssssssssssssslt” sound filled his ears as her foot and leg entered against the smooth stocking material. The toes that were leading the way became bigger and bigger from his point of view, until they were over him. Jeanette picked at the stocking around him and positioned him into the crevices underneath her toes, where else. She pulled up the stocking and Mike’s new prison was molded. He sat with his head underneath her big toe and his feet just touching her second to last toe. Immediately a more powerful odor than before hit Mike, as he was now inside the stocking instead of outside. On top of that, Jeanette just finished gym class, which is self explanatory when it comes to feet. “Time to go home, the girls are going to come with us, as they have to get a load of you, my little guy.” Said Jeanette. “I guess you’re sitting with me on the train finally. Then again, I guess you have no choice!” giggled Jeanette. Mike didn’t even bother to object, which was rightfully so because immediately she placed her feet into her shoes, and a hellish ride for Mike began yet again. She walked for what seemed like forever to Mike, and all he could hear were the muffled voices of Jeanette’s friends. “So what are you going to show us at your house, Jeanette?” Said Lauren. “Yeah, why keep us waiting? Why not show us now?” Said Nicole. “Gotta keep you two in suspense, hahaha,” replied Jeanette. “Wow, it must be something big,” said Lauren. “No no, it’s far from it. It’s actually pretty small!” chuckled Jeanette as she coincidentally scrunched her toes over Mike at the same time. Mike merely groaned at her pun, and squirmed like a worm hyped up on caffeine. Jeanette just smiled at the warm squishy feeling under her toes, and began the trek to the train station with her two freshmen friends. Mike was in for more fun at Jeanette’s house, but at this point he had to think to himself one thing… anything must be better than being Jeanette’s stinky toes. Then again, he could be wrong….

Freshmen Feet: Part 6

Mike’s trip to Jeanette’s house was awful. Jeanette was coming home from a long day at school, and from a last minute gym period, thus making Mike’s position horrible. He was in direct contact with her toes, on top of that, and the stocking was holding him up against them. Jeanette also insisted on scrunching her toes constantly. It was bad enough that the air was moist with her foot sweat, but the scrunching wiped much of the sweat all over poor Mike. The salty substance burned his eyes, and made his body itch. The smell was awful, and his nose burnt. On top of that, so much of the moisture and what was rubbed over him from the scrunching had gotten into his mouth that all he tasted was Jeanette’s feet. Sure, Mike tried screaming for help constantly. Nobody would ever have a chance to hear him though, as it was all muffled into her toes and stockings, and the sound would never have a chance of passing through those shoes. The sweat gradually made it tougher, as it was quite an obstacle for his voice to gurgle over it. It was in the back of his throat, and his nostrils. It was a pitiful existence for Mike.

Meanwhile, from the giantess point of view, it was a normal train ride home with three freshmen girls and nothing more. One fidgeted often with her right foot, but who would ever think that there was a tiny living being in there? “Whew, what a long day” sighed Nicole. “Yeah, Mondays are always tough. My feet hurt so much,” said Lauren. “Mine did too, but for some reason my right one feels better, I wonder why,” said Jeanette, trying not to break a smile. “Um ok,” said Lauren in confusion. “I’d sure go for a nice massage right now. That 14th century goddess bit we talked about at lunch sure looks good right now. I’d have all my tiny subjects rub my feet,” joked Nicole. “That would be evil, you’d blow out their nostrils and kill them all,” said Lauren. “My feet smell just fine thank you very much. I’m not the one that can never wear white stockings cuz the foot area turns yellow!” replied Nicole. All the girls laughed. “Hey! That’s a lie, I just like black stockings that’s all. I bet yours smell 10 times worse than mine!” defended Lauren. “Girls girls girls, please calm down. We’ll have a professional decide whose smell worse,” said Jeanette, with an evil idea popping into her mind. “Here’s our stop, lets get off.” The girls got off at the train station near Jeanette’s house. Once again began the hellish cycle for Mike of enduring Jeanette’s walking. They were near the bus stop, waiting for the q11. “You know what, why don’t we walk to my house, it’s only a few blocks,” said Jeanette. Everyone agreed, except for poor little Mike, who was doomed to 5 more minutes of smelly hell. The girls walked the rest of the way to Jeanette’s house on that unseasonably warm day, and worked up a small sweat. They arrived at Jeanette’s house to take a load off. They went straight up to Jeanette’s room and locked the door. Lauren and Nicole immediately sat down and kicked off their shoes, with a sigh of relief. Lauren stretched her long black silky legs and Nicole picked at her smooth burgundy stockings at her feet, where the silky material had folded and stuck to her skin and in between her toes. Jeanette left her shoes on. “Ok, so what is it? What’s this thing you have to show us?” asked Nicole. Jeanette went over to the bed and sat down and said “Whoever would like the honor, please remove my right shoe.” “Eww I’m not going near your feet, this is stupid,” objected Lauren. “Whatever, I’ll do it, I wanna see this surprise. It better not be some new foot lotion or something,” stated Nicole. “Just pull and see.” Jeanette stretched out her foot, and Nicole slowly slipped off her shoe. Just then, Mike’s world was flooded with bright light and fresh air as the contaminated air spread out and away from Mike. Nicole backed off as the smelly heat spread from her foot. “Ugh, okay so now what’s this surprise?” inquired Nicole. “Look closer” said Jeanette as she stretched her toes up. The two girls looked closer, and saw an object underneath her toes. Mike was petrified. He was stuck to her toes, as the moist foot sweat had cemented him there. Furthermore, he knew two new gigantic freshmen girls were looking at his tiny helpless self in awe. The girls were staring in amazement. “Wh.. what is that in there? I don’t get it” said Nicole. Immediately Mike’s tiny body dislodged from her toes, and he was turned around and looked out through the moist white stocking. “AHHHHHH!” screamed Mike upon seeing the two giantesses staring at him. He pounded on the stocking trying to break through, having some wild idea that he would somehow escape and evade the clutches of the three giant high school freshmen. It was all in vain, as the stocking bounced his feeble attacks back. “It’s moving! It’s a tiny thing!!” said Lauren in amazement. “Oh my… oh my God, that’s… Mike! from school! It’s him look at his tiny face. I’d know that cute face anywhere!” said Nicole. “Very good, yes it is him. It’s MY Mike” said Jeanette with a HUGE smile on her face. “Told ya girls he’d be mine someday.” “How is this possible? How did he get so small?” asked the girls. “I don’t know how, but let’s just say some extra help with chemistry resulted in me getting a tiny Mike. Regardless, I think it’s time I let my Mikey out of his home. Excuse me girls,” said Jeanette. She got up and went in the corner, and reached up her skirt and began pulling down her stockings. Her giant foot left Mike’s prison, but he was soon to follow. She turned the stocking upside down and Mike tumbled down and out, into Jeanette’s waiting open palm. All Mike could think about was the total foot-less fresh air he was getting. Jeanette walked back over to her bed and sat down. She dropped Mike onto the floor. He stared up at the three giantesses gazing down on him. Three freshmen girls that never really existed to him were now gargantuan pieces of reality. All Mike could think of was escape, and that’s what he impulsively attempted. He broke for under the bed, but the carpet fibers slowed him down. Lauren’s giant finger came and knocked him down, and pulled him back out into the open. All three girls giggled at the feeble attempt of tiny Mike. “So what are we going to do with him?” inquired Nicole with a smile. “I think it’s time we settled the little argument you two had on the train. Girls, here is your professional,” said Jeanette as she pointed to the tiny helpless form on the floor. The girls giggled menacingly. “You’re going down Lauren,” said Nicole. “Not a chance, we’ll see about that,” replied Lauren. “A generous prize goes to the winner, which is the girl with the smellier feet. Little Mikey, be a doll and go smell their feet,” stated Jeanette, as she couldn’t help chuckling. The two girls sat down and stretched out their feet. Mike could not believe what was happening. “This is ridiculous, get a life,” said Mike, as he just stood there. “I guess I was supposed to understand your little squeaks down there, but I didn’t. More importantly, I don’t see you smelling. I’ll let you know right now, if you don’t listen to me, you will be a stain under my foot,” threatened Jeanette. Mike still refused to believe he was in this ridiculous situation, and stood his ground. Jeanette then stomped her gargantuan foot down right next to Mike, and Mike was hit with a thunderous BOOM and a tremor that knocked him on his ass. Mike regained his bearings and saw the giant bare foot next to him, and was scared shitless. He did not want to end up as a stain, he thought. Mike ran over to Nicole’s foot. “Good, now let’s begin.” Nicole brought her burgundy colored stocking foot over Mike and pushed Mike’s tiny body into the crevices of her toes. “Get a good whiff Mike,” giggled Nicole, and he pushed Mike’s tiny head into the stocking. Mike was overwhelmed with a pungent odor as the moist stocking covered his face. The long day of school and the walk home had almost soaked the soft dark burgundy stocking, and boy did it stink. It was a different kind of stench than Jeanette’s feet. It was unexplainable, but it sure was smelly. Nicole finally let go and Mike coughed and ran as far away from the smelly boat sized foot as he could. “Hahaha, see that? I’m a shoe in for the prize. Hahaha, get it? Shoe in?” joked Nicole. The girls laughed, Mike didn’t find it funny. “Ok my turn” said Lauren as she suddenly brought her foot over Mike. Mike had a split second to react only to look up and see a mountain of pitch black silk overwhelm him. Lauren spread out her toes and caressed them across Mike’s face. Once again, it felt like Nicole’s sweaty stocking foot, as the moisture was massaged into his face and nostrils. Lauren’s feet were not as powerful, but for some reason they where stinkier than Nicole’s. It was unexplainable, but Mike just felt more grossed out by Lauren’s pungent foot. Lauren finally released the tiny guy and he just sat there coughing and gasping for fresh air. “Ooooooooh, somebody’s feet stink” said Jeanette. Jeanette picked up Mike and brought him to her face. “So little guy, whose smell worse?” ‘This is utterly ridiculous,’ thought Mike to himself. He shouted out, “The black ones, the black nylon foot smelt worse.” “Looks like we have a winner! The fabulous prize is now yours,” stated Jeanette. “Aw man,” mumbled Nicole. “Oh what have I won tell me!” said Lauren. “You, my friend, get to own this little guy for one full night.” “Alright! That’s so cool, you’re mine for now Mike! Isn’t that great?” said Lauren. Mike didn’t know what to say really, he knew it would be hell for him in any of the girls’ hands. “Just remember Lauren, he LOVES feet, give him the presidential treatment!” said Jeanette. “Oh most definitely, I guess my aching feet won’t hurt anymore!” said Lauren. All three girls laughed menacingly. Mike just braced for the inevitable as Lauren’s giant fingers approached and engulfed him.

Freshmen Feet: Part 7

Mike was given a surprising break from all the previous torture he had endured. Lauren had admired her loaner from Jeanette for a good 15 minutes, doing the standard poking and feeling in disbelief at the existence of such a tiny being. That was it for a while though, and Mike was given a rest. Most of the girls’ time together in Jeanette’s room was spend talking. Mike was placed on the floor in the middle of the circle of the three giddy giant schoolgirls staring down at him still in awe. “I still can’t believe this Jeanette. How did he get to be so tiny? This is impossible,” asked Nicole. “Beats me, I was staying after Chem. Lab because I was behind with the work and it wasn’t working out. This lucky guy stayed to help me. Some soot got on my stockings and I went to wash them off. When I came back he wasn’t there, so I waited and waited, till the bell rang so I just left. During Math class I felt a funny itch at my foot. It continued and I went to the bathroom, figuring there was something in my shoe or stockings or something. I checked it out, and viola, there he was, my new tiny Mike,” said Jeanette with a smile. “Wow, what a story. I still don’t get how he got down there and why,” said Lauren. Jeanette responded with a chuckle… “I don’t either, just figured he liked my feet or something. Maybe it’s time we figured this out.” Jeanette reached down and picked Mike up and brought her hand up to the girls faces. “So what’s the deal anyway? How’d you get to be so small?” Mike stood up in her palm and shouted, “Why should I tell you? This is all nonsense what you all are doing to me! You girls have to help me get big again!!” All three girls laughed. “Awww he’s so cute Jeanette! Even cuter than he was at regular size. You have to let me borrow him after Lauren does,” said Nicole. “Hahaha, yeah Jeanette, that’s adorable. He’s so tiny and helpless, and his voice sounds like little squeaks. I can’t thank you enough for letting me borrow him tonight.” replied Lauren. Mike was getting very angry. Here he was shouting out and being serious, only to be laughed at by three freshmen. “You damn little freshmen! Grow up already! Let’s stop all this nonsense and find a way to make me bigger!” shouted Mike. The girls stopped laughing. Lauren and Nicole looked up at Jeanette then down at Mike, still smiling. Jeanette’s face, however, brought chills to Mike’s spine. She looked down at him like a mother looks down at a disobedient child. She said nothing, and merely brought her other fingers down to her palm, where Mike was. Mike just blocked with his arms as if to somehow ward off the inevitable. Jeanette curled her index and thumb fingers up and flicked the tiny teenager hard. Mike flew back, but was caught by her other fingers. Mike was in so much pain and was dazed and confused. He finally regained his bearings and looked up at Jeanette. Jeanette sternly looked back at her tiny captive and spoke… “Ok now, I think we have established who’s the ‘little’ one here. No more of this. Don’t get yourself hurt again. Now, let’s talk. How did you get to be so tiny?” Mike, battered and beaten, sat up and told the story. He told the girls everything, about the substance that shot out of the beaker in chem. Lab, and how he shrank immediately. He told how he grabbed onto Jeanette’s foot, and how he got her attention. He began to tell what happened from there on, about how Jeanette put him under her toes, and all the torture he had to endure, but the girls were uninterested. He was placed on the carpet at their feet. They were staring at each other. Finally, Jeanette spoke… “What a story, that stuff I made in lab shrunk him.” “I can’t believe this, what did you make?” asked Lauren. “That’s the thing, I don’t know. I must have grabbed some other substance to mix in or something. I really don’t know.” “That’s a shame, if you remembered we could, well… you know, make some more of it” said Nicole with a smile. Jeanette nodded her head, then a thought instantly came to her mind. Slowly her face produced a mischievous smirk, until she spoke… “I saved some of that stuff. Yes, I know I definitely did. I put some in a jar end left it in my lab locker.” Mike, witnessing this whole conversation, felt an uneasy feeling in his stomach. It was as if he were being witness to a diabolical scheme made by three witches, only he was witnessing three normal freshman schoolgirls dealing with a powerful thing. “I know a few guys I’d like to have for myself,” said Nicole. “Let’s get this stuff, I’ll get it out of my locker tomorrow. We’ll see what we can do with it,” said Jeanette, still with that mischievous smile. “I guess we should rest up, we have a big day tomorrow,” stated Lauren. All three girls stood up, and Lauren reached down and picked up her loaner for the night. “Thanks for lending him to me, it’ll be fun tonight,” said Lauren. “Don’t mention it, you won the contest, you had the smellier feet,” replied Jeanette. All three girls laughed. “Now remember, I’m being generous here. Give him back to me in homeroom tomorrow. And most important of all, be very careful, I don’t want a red stain back tomorrow. He’s so tiny, don’t squish him,” said Jeanette to Lauren, as she was seeing Lauren and Nicole out the door. “No problem, I’ll be careful. You know me.” “Also, don’t kill him with those feet of yours. They could knock out a cow,” said Nicole. All three girls laughed yet again, which was something Mike was used to hearing around him. They said their goodbyes and split up. Lauren was on her way home with her new toy for the night in her hands. It was only a 5 minute walk from Jeanette’s house to Lauren’s, and luckily Mike was spared the travel conditions that he previously endured.

Eventually Lauren arrived at her house. She greeted her mother and little sister and ran right upstairs and placed Mike on her desk. She wasted no time in getting comfortable, kicking off her shoes and unbuttoning her shirt. “Ahhh, it feels good to relax after such a long day, doesn’t it Mike? I sure worked up quite a sweat. My feet hurt so much, you think you can help me out with that?” Mike knew there was no answer he could give that would result in him not having to smell her feet in some way shape or form. He just stood there. Lauren got up and walked over to the desk. “I knew you’d come home with me someday Mike, just never knew that it wouldn’t be your choice.” She laughed almost maniacally and picked up Mike. In the other hand, she ripped off a tiny piece of scotch tape, one that was merely a millimeter. “This will make things interesting for you, because afterall, I hear you like feet.” Mike responded in anger, “What the hell are you talking about? You girls are making these things up there’s no way in hell that I would enjoy smelling those disgus….mmmfmfmfmfmmfff.” Lauren placed that tiny piece of scotch tape over his mouth. The adhesive was too powerful at his size for him to take it off. He had no choice but to breathe through his nose. Lauren’s voice boomed down at him.. “Ahem, it’s time for my massage my dear Mike.” Lauren brought him over to the bed and sat down. She first placed him down at her legs while sitting Indian style. She pushed Mike’s tiny head into the ball of her black stocking foot. Mike’s world became nothing but a moist black blob, as he was forced to smell her giant foot yet again. Lauren was not joking about working up a sweat in the day, and that last 5 minute walk made her foot even sweatier. Lauren’s giant finger kept tiny Mike molded into the foot. All Mike could do was smell. She did not let off for at least two minutes. To Mike, it felt like 2 years, smelling and smelling. He could not breathe through his mouth, which was exactly what Lauren intended. Mike eventually could not take anymore, and started to bang against the giant sweaty stocking blob of a foot. Lauren, not being totally sadistic, finally let her finger go, leaving Mike at the base of her feet gasping for air. “Now that you’ve been acquainted with them, it’s time to rub them,” said Lauren. She repositioned herself and made herself comfortable, laying down longways on her bed. As for Mike, he was placed at her feet, where else. “Ok, I’m waiting.” Mike knew he had no choice. He hesitantly started for her giant left foot, which was probably about 3 times as long as him. Once again his nostrils were filled with the pungent odor of her foot, but he had no choice. He stretched out his arms and began massaging her silky, yet moist foot.

Lauren was enjoying her massage from the tiny hands of Mike. She was comfortable, watching tv, and periodically would tell Mike to switch feet. Finally, she told him to stop and lay down. Mike did so, wondering what she wanted. He soon found out. She took her right foot and placed it on top of Mike. She started rolling him back and forth under her toes, under her arch, under every part of her foot. She was using him to massage her own foot. She just smiled in relief at the tiny massage she was getting. Mike, on the other hand, was as good of a good time. Although he had to do nothing, he still was being tortured. Her feet were still sweaty, and she was basically rubbing it all into him. Once again, foot sweat entered his nostrils, causing a salty taste in the back of his throat. His eyes were once again burning. The one saving grace for Mike was how smooth her feet and stockings were. Although he was being tortured by smelly feet, the silk did feel good, but that was it. He still was being tortured, what was he thinking? Finally he just gave up trying to struggle and let her do her thing. Finally, the ordeal was over and Mike was left laying on the bed. Lauren got up, and started undressing. Slowly she unrolled her pitch black stockings, and tossed them aside. Next came the skirt, and the shirt, until she was down to her bra and panties. She walked over to the bed and Mike stared up at the half naked freshman goddess. “Ahhh my feet feel very relaxed, thank you. You should go into business massaging giant girls feet, you can make some good money!” joked Lauren. Mike was not amused. She reached down and brought her fingernail near Mike’s mouth. With a snatching action, she ripped the tape off of his face, causing Mike the expected pain. Before he could react, she picked him up and held him in between her fingers. She brought him up to her nostrils and smelled him. Mike’s moist clothes were practically sucked up as if there were a giant vacuum pulling him. “Whew, you really do smell. My feet don’t smell that bad do they? I’m sure the other girls’ feet made you smell this bad.” Mike didn’t care, he was ignoring her. This was ridiculous, he thought. He didn’t care whose feet made him smell worse, he just knew how he had to endure smelling them all. Before he knew it, he was in the bathroom with Lauren. “It’s time to wash you up, stinky.” Lauren’s giant fingers removed Mike’s tiny clothes and he was left naked. Mike was placed on the bathroom sink and watched as the giant schoolgirl removed her remaining garments. She stood before him totally naked. Before he could fully admire the naked girl, he was once again snatched up and brought into the shower. “Time to smell good again little guy.” Mike was sent gasping for air as Lauren’s giant fingers washed him. She washed his entire body, nether regions and all. Her giant finger caressed his manhood, and as hard has he tried to resist it, he grew hard. Lauren saw this and giggled.. “Try to control yourself Mike, I know you’ve always had the hots for me.” She continued to manipulate his manhood, through a sea of shower water and soap, and eventually the inevitable happened. He reached his climax, only to have his tiny seamen washed away like it was nothing. Lauren saw this and giggled… “You’re too cute, I can’t believe you did that.” She laughed heartily and placed Mike on the shower shelf as she washed her own body. Mike sat there, embarrassed and naked. He thought to himself.. ‘I can’t believe this, look at what I have been reduced to…. ‘Foot smelling and now I’ve blown a load for a freshman.’ Lauren finished up and performed the rest of her night routine, such as brushing teeth, etc. Finally Mike was taken back to her room and placed on her desk, as she dressed into her flannel pj’s and a worn out St. Joseph’s t-shirt. “Now that I have a guest tonight, I guess I should figure out some place for him to sleep,” said Lauren. She looked around her messy room and found the place. “I got it, just a place you’d like.” Lauren plucked Mike off the desk in between her fingers, and walked across the room. She reached down and picked up the same pair of stockings that she had worn all through her long day. “I’m sure you’re familiar with this, so you should have no trouble sleeping.” Mike’s protests were once again ignored as he was dropped. He was dropped into the stocking and tumbled down to where else, the toe section. Once again, the awful odor that he had experienced before was around him. The top of the stocking was tied by Lauren, cutting off his escape. His stocking prison was placed over the chair. Lauren looked down at her tiny prisoner and spoke… “Get some rest in there, there’s a big day tomorrow. You might have some company soon. Goodnight little Mikey!” Lauren shut off the lights and slipped into bed. Mike was left hanging in his smelly silken prison. It was uncomfortable, damp, and smelt awful. It wasn’t even smooth, as most of the foot sweat had dried up, leaving the material harder. All he could do was think. He thought about the whole day, how he went from being one of the best most popular guys in school, to being a mere toy to freshmen girls, and smelling their feet. A new thought came to his mind… what were they gonna do with the stuff that shrunk him? He had an uneasy feeling of what was about to come the next day. Regardless, he curled up in his stinky bed and fell asleep.

Freshmen Feet Part 8:

Mike was well into his first night’s sleep as a tiny guy, inside the stocking of a high school girl. It wasn’t easy to fall asleep in such a smelly prison, but nevertheless, Mike found a way, as he was exhausted from the day’s ordeals. It wasn’t a sound sleep, however, as Mike seemed to have begun dreaming. Judging from his tossing and turning, it was more of a nightmare.

Mike’s nightmare involved many surreal happenings. He dreamt that he was constantly changing form, and all of these forms were at the mercy of the three giant freshmen. First he was a shoe sole. He dreamt that his whole existence was there to soak up sweat and make Jeanette’s foot comfortable. Then his dream shifted to him being a piece of cotton that Nicole put between her big and second toe to paint her toenails. Then the dream course took him to existence as a piece of lint under Lauren’s toenails. Finally, the dream climaxed into the most recent chain of events that Mike actually had encountered. He relived the last minutes with Lauren, and it ended with him being dropped into the very stocking that he was actually in.

“AHHHHHHHH.” Mike woke up from his nightmare in a frenzy of sweat and gasping for air. “What the… it was all a dream wasn’t it?” Mike layed his head back and closed his eyes again. “All a dream… all a dream…” said Mike in relief. He layed there for a good minute before he started sniffing. The smell of Lauren’s foot etched in her stockings filled his nostrils, then brought back his memory. “Shit, it wasn’t a dream,” said Mike as he regained his senses and all the memories of yesterday’s torture came back to him. He was still tiny and naked in the toe section of Lauren’s stocking. Mike stood up and looked at the world around him. Morning had come, and light had filled Lauren’s room. He looked over at her alarm clock, which was tough to see as his view was shaded dark black from the stocking. It read 7:59. BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP. The alarm went off, scaring Mike shitless. Slowly the teen giantess got out of bed, shut off the alarm clock, and stood up, yawning. She looked over at the pair of stockings the hung off her desk chair and smiled. “G’morning little Mike. I hope you were comfy in there all night. Time to get dressed, we have a big day ahead of us.” Lauren began to dress herself, putting on her skirt and shirt, then she went over to her desk and picked up the stockings. She reached in and plucked Mike out and placed him on the desk. She looked at Mike’s embarrassed naked form and giggled. “You’re too cute, let me get you your itty bitty clothes. She went to her nightstand and retrieved Mike’s clothes and dropped them in front of him. “Get dressed, don’t wanna miss school.” Mike went over and picked up his clothes, relieved to finally cover up his privates. His relief was cut to a sigh in frustration as he was dressing, as the clothes reeked of feet. “She could have washed my clothes too,” sighed Mike. Lauren came back to the desk and spoke… “Looks like it’s gonna be a warm day out today, guess I should wear knee high socks.” Mike replied.. “Do you honestly think that I care what you wear?” Lauren smiled back at him. “Sure, if it’s gonna be hot, I’m gonna sweat, and I’m sure you’d want me to wear lighter material. Afterall, I wouldn’t want you to drown down there.” Mike just ignored her, he knew there was nothing he could do to prevent her from putting him underneath her toes again. She went to the closet and returned with a pair of midnight black knee highs. She sat on her bed and seductively peeled the smooth material over her toes, foot, then legs. Mike just didn’t care. He was too deep in thought to pay attention to a little giant freshman trying to seduce him. Finally his thought was interrupted by a giant pair of fingers that picked him up and dropped him in the predicable place of Lauren’s school shoes. Naturally, the nyloned foot followed, and he was once again under the crevices of toes. The hellish trip began once again for Mike as Lauren started walking and began the trip to school.

It was a hot day out, and yes, Mike was once again covered in foot sweat. He still had not learned to endure it, and once again he found himself gasping for air, enduring the stinging in his eyes, trying not to gag at the stench, and wiggling like crazy trying to unmold himself from the silken captor of a foot. Finally, at the point where Mike could take it no longer, Lauren sat down in homeroom and pulled her foot out. “Here you go Jeanette, just as you left him,” said Lauren. Jeanette reached in her shoe and brought out Mike. “Just as I left him eh?” Mike was brought up to her nostrils Jeanette sniffed him. “Whew! I see my little Mikey couldn’t contain himself. He just loves feet too much.” The too girls laughed. Mike didn’t say anything, what was the point? “Ahh it’s great to have my little guy back again. Time to put you somewhere safe. Somewhere you belong, close to my heart.” Jeanette unbuttoned her top button and dropped Mike in her cleavage. This time Mike was secure, held by the two giant boobs, unlike during her physical activity in gym class. Nicole entered the classroom and took a seat next to her two friends, and greeted them accordingly. Jeanette spoke, “Ok, luckily, we all have free periods next class, so let’s go get that stuff in my lab locker.” “Sounds good,” said Nicole. Lauren was showing a little concern… “What are we going to do with it? I know what we CAN do with it… but are we really going to… you know… use it on someone?” “Hahaha, this coming from the one who enjoyed my little Mikey all night. What’s the big deal, it probably won’t work anyway. This whole thing that happened to Mike was probably a one in a million shot. Don’t act all conservative on us now. Come on, the bell just rang, let’s go to the lab,” stated Jeanette. All three girls got up and went to the chem. lab. Mike was in a much better position this time, as he did not have to endure anyone’s foot. Instead, he was bouncing around between two gigantic breasts. He just held on and enjoyed the ride. Finally, they arrived at the Chemistry Lab and opened Jeanette’s locker. The substance was still in the jar. Jeanette picked it up and placed it in her hand. “This is it girls, this is the stuff that Mike said shrunk him. It’s still liquidy.” Nicole spoke up… “ Wow, this is so cool, let’s try it, let’s shrink someone!!” Jeanette replied, “Do we have any young guy or girl that we do not hold in high regard here? I can think of a few, how bout you two?” Nicole replied, “I know we all must be thinking of that creep Bobby Hogan. He’s the most perverted sophomore guy in this school. He’s an asshole too.” Jeanette nodded in agreement, then looked over to Lauren. “What’s the matter Law? Don’t back down on us now. Come on it’ll be fun. We’ll have another tiny guy. Think of how powerful we can be with this.” Lauren hesitantly nodded and responded, “Ok let’s do it. But we need some excuse in case it doesn’t work, which it probably won’t. “I know,” replied Nicole. “What about that spray thing up on that shelf? We could put the shrinky stuff in it and use it as a spray. If it doesn’t work we make up some shit like it’s a new perfume or something.” “Brilliant, it’s decided. Let’s do it,” replied Jeanette. Jeanette retrieved the spray bottle and poured the mystery substance into it. All three girls left the lab and started wandering the building. Jeanette spoke to Lauren. “Really what’s wrong? Last night you were so for this idea, now you’re acting like you don’t wanna do it.” Lauren replied, “I dunno, I was just thinking that it’s not right, I mean what if this stuff does work and he becomes tiny. He has a family and all, and they’ll come looking for him.” “What family will look under a schoolgirl’s foot for a lost son?” Nicole and Jeanette laughed, and so did Lauren, with a chuckle. Before Lauren could respond, Nicole spoke “Shhh, there he is, there’s Bobby Hogan.” Bobby Hogan was walking toward their direction, in the empty hall while classes were in session, having been sent down to the principal’s office for acting up as usual. Jeanette walked up to him and smiled. “Get out of my way little freshman,” barked Bobby with a little shove. “Bobby, we need your opinion on something, can you come over to that corner over there? It’s something cool we have to show you.” After some persuasion Bobby finally agreed to go and see their ‘stupid whatever thing’. No sooner than they were out of sight from any potential bystanders that Jeanette had pulled the spray on Bobby. “What the hell is this shit?” yelled Bobby. Before he knew what was happening, he had started to shrink instantly. Jeanette and Nicole just smiled as he became tiny before their eyes. “Holy shit it really does work,” Said Nicole. Lauren even gave a look of being impressed. With a tone of triumph, Jeanette spoke, “Now who’s ‘little’ Bobby?” One again the familiar semi maniacal laughter came from Jeanette’s mouth.

Meanwhile, Mike was still snug between Jeanette’s giant breasts. He had witnessed the whole conversation between the teen giantesses. Mike had always been a stouthearted young man, who would always do what was right. Naturally he would have tried to stop this evil action if he could have, but he was nonetheless powerless at the size of a toy. Mike never really liked Bobby Hogan, but just sighed as he heard what was happening outside of Jeanette’s shirt, and knew he was now his size. “Well I guess I’m not alone now,” sighed Mike.

After fully assessing and understanding his situation, Bobby Hogan was enraged. He shouted up at the giantesses “You little bitches, you shrunk me! Make me big again or I’ll kick the shit out of you! Listen to me! Hey! Hey!!” All he got in return was laughs. Becoming more enraged, Bobby charged at Jeanette at kicked her giant shoe with all his might, which still was a mere tap to Jeanette. “Oohhh haahaha, this is too much, did you girls see that tiny thing try to hurt me?” Jeanette flicked the tip of her shoe at him and sent him flying, breaking a rib or two. Bobby was dazed and just looked up. “Now it’s time to finish the job,” said Jeanette, as she slipped her white stocking foot out of her shoe. Nicole saw this and was somewhat surprised at Jeanette, but nonetheless was still curious to see this happen. Lauren, on the other hand, saw this and immediately protested. “Come on Jeanette this is wrong. He’s still a human being. So what if he’s a creep. This just isn’t right, you’ll never be able to live with yourself if you squish him to death.” Jeanette responded with an angry gesture, “Shut up Lauren, if you’re conscience bothers you then don’t hang out with us as we do what nobody in the world has ever been able to do.” With that, Jeanette’s gargantuan foot hovered over Bobby Hogan’s tiny body. Bobby looked up in horror as the giant white silky foot ceremoniously drew closer……

Freshmen Feet: Part 9

Bobby Hogan’s young life ended under the giant foot of Jeanette. He had just stared in a state horror as Jeanette’s foot came in contact with him. All though it happened very quickly, it was slow and painful enough to Bobby for Jeanette to enjoy it in some sick way. First the ball of her foot came down on Bobby’s lower body and crushed all of it. As he winced in extreme pain he only could look up at Jeanette’s giant toe coming down to his face to finish the job and squish the rest of his body. Bobby was no more. After twisting and grinding his body underfoot, almost nothing in this inhumane universe could have crushed Bobby harder and in a more cruel fashion. In a matter of a few minutes, a young full sized human teenager was now a bloody pulp.

Nicole had stared in excitement as Jeanette squished her victim to death. It was almost as if she was about to squeal out in glee. Same went for Jeanette. The maniacal smile that was on her face was unlike anything ever seen. Lauren, however, stared blindly at Jeanette’s foot with remorse. Mike, still between Jeanette’s breasts, knew what happened and just closed his eyes and shook his head. Finally Jeanette giggled and spoke up… “That felt so funny! It was like stepping on a grape! He was so helpless and squishy!!” “Jeanette that was so cool! I can’t believe this is happening! We can shrink anyone we want and squish them if we don’t like them! I wanna try!!” replied Nicole. Lauren stared at the two giggling schoolgirls and said nothing. She couldn’t believe that they had just murdered a young man and are laughing about it. She didn’t have the guts to openly object, however. She just had to try to convince them to stop the madness. “Come one girls, now they’ll come looking for him. And what about Mike? In a day or two they’ll come investigating the school for a missing Bobby and Mike. But one of them is dead!” Lauren made a good point. Even though this whole shrinking bit still felt unreal to the girls, reality was still in effect and two missing guys would not look good. Jeanette, however, responded confidently.. “Yeah Lauren, some detective’s really going to come and say gee, these guys are missing, let’s look under every girl’s foot to see if they’ve been squished to death or not!” Nicole and Jeanette both laughed heartily. “Although I don’t think white is a good choice of stocking for this, now it’s all stained red! Oh well, do you really think the law is gonna take that as tiny man blood? Nahhh. If they come near us, we’ll just shrink em anyway!” Lauren didn’t know what to say. “Just be careful, that’s all. Don’t do anything stupid.” Jeanette responded, “Come on, what happened? Less than a day ago you had my little Mikey under your foot, and all of a sudden you’re all miss conscience? You’re probably just in denial. You haven’t realized yet the power that we have here. Now come on, let’s shrink us all some guys!” Hesitantly, Lauren went with Nicole and Jeanette as they walked down the hall, starting to plot the demise of their next victim.

Thinking intelligently, as people would notice that Mike and Bobby Hogan were missing, Nicole came up with the idea to shrink the rest of Bobby Hogan’s friends. They were all asshole sophomores like Bobby was, and all hung out outside of school as well. If the law were to investigate the disappearances of the guys the girls shrank, they would link them together as a group of friends and hopefully look for their disappearance elsewhere outside of the school. “Very good idea Nikki. We can’t show any link with Mike though, he’s just a cool senior, too cool for the likes of them, but it’s still a good idea to make the next victims friends of Bobby’s so they would investigate elsewhere,” said Jeanette. So began the girls’ next campaign, and Mike still sat suspended in Jeanette’s cleavage. He felt powerless, as he was hearing all this and could do nothing to stop it. However, he was content with the situation as it was in a way, as he was not smelling feet, and he was in no danger of being squashed to death purposely, as he thought he was Jeanette’s trophy and she would never give him up so easily.

The girls spent the rest of the day plotting, and came up with a whole operation to shrink all of Bobby Hogan’s crew. Jeanette knew that they spent after school time smoking in one of the back alley’s near school on Wednesdays, as she was relentlessly made fun of one time passing near there after one of her first days at school. A ‘look who’s laughing now?’ attitude was in Jeanette’s mind. Regardless, the girls attended the rest of their classes and split up and went home. Jeanette and Lauren took the same train home, but didn’t have much to say to each other. Finally, when they split up Lauren looked at Jeanette and said “It’s fun being able to do something that nobody in the world can do. Just don’t end a life for no reason.” Jeanette nodded and replied, “Don’t worry, I won’t squish them to death, we’ll play with them it’ll be fun. See you tomorrow!” The girls waved goodbye and Jeanette went home. She entered her room and kicked off her shoes and sat down. She slid off her stockings, giggling at the red stain in the right foot area and laid down. Not too soon afterwards, she fell right asleep. Mike, still in her cleavage, felt the heavy breathing and the slight snoring coming from his giant captor. “Holy shit, did she forget about me? No, there’s no way,” said Mike to himself. However, it took only 5 minutes of laying there idle with no change in Jeanette to convince himself that she had forgotten to imprison him in one of her makeshift prisons, and that now was his chance. He wiggled with all his stored up might and broke free from his ‘minimum security’ breast prison. He carefully tiptoed across Jeanette’s chest, without waking her up and jumped onto her bed. Not letting any obstacle get in his way, Mike boldly slid down the bed via Jeanette’s covers and landed safely on the carpeted floor. He broke for the door which was his golden gateway to freedom. Mike thought to himself during his sprint… ‘I’m gonna make it, I’m gonna be free. No more torture, no more feet, no more being degraded..’ Mike planned to contact one of Jeanette’s two relatives in the house, her mother or her little sister. He thought wisely though, choosing to seek her mother first. He remembered hearing her sister, who sounded like she could be no more than 12 years old. He did not want to risk going through all the trouble to get her attention, only to be caught as a little living toy for her. More and more horrific images popped into Mike’s head, such as being forced to smell her feet as well, or being squished like a bug under the 12 year old’s foot. “No thanks, I’m finding mom,” said Mike to himself. He had just about reached the door when it happened. Through his state of deep thought about escape, Mike had failed to hear or see it until he felt it. Jeanette’s giant bare toe had knocked him down hard out of nowhere. He turned to see an angry sleepy giantess stare down at him, only to be followed be an enormous sole which immediately covered him with harsh force. Then he heard the giantess speak.. “I know I totally forgot to put you in my stockings or something for safekeeping, but this should still not happen. I never want to see this happen again. You will never try to escape ever again, or else..” With that, Jeanette lifted her sole off Mike’s tiny body and went across her room. She picked up the pair of stockings that she had worn the same day and dropped the foot section that was stained with a little red on top of Mike. Not only did the pungent smell of Jeanette’s foot fill Mike’s nostrils, but Mike was also grossed out by the remains of Bobby Hogan that was on top of him. He examined it, which was just a big smear of red etched into the stocking material. Jeanette had grinded Bobby Hogan into such a pulp that all that was left of him was small enough to fill individual knots of the plot of stocking in which he stained. “Next time, you’ll be the matching red smear on the other foot,” said Jeanette sternly. With that, she threw the stocking in the dirty clothes pile and picked Mike up and placed him in her underwear drawer and shut it without saying anything.

Jeanette spent the rest of the night doing homework and thinking of more possibilities with the power to shrink someone. Eventually her mom walked in and took her by surprise. She thought to herself that she was lucky that she didn’t have Mike out massaging her feet or something. “Jesus Jeanette, it’s a mess in here. Clean some of your crap up,” stated her mom, as she started picking up things. “Mom!! Don’t touch my stuff! It’s not that dirty,” replied Jeanette. Her mom, upon touching Jeanette’s dirty clothes pile, immediately caught today’s stockings and noticed the red stain. “What is this Jeanette?” Jeanette, alarmed at her mother’s discovering of a tiny man’s remains, responded with “What? I don’t see anything.” “How do you not see a blotch of red on a pair of bright white stockings?” Jeanette, responding quickly, said “Oh, I stepped in some ketchup before downstairs. Don’t worry, I cleaned the floor up.” Jeanette’s mother just nodded and continued to pick up her dirty laundry. ‘Whew, that was close’ Jeanette thought to herself. Her mother finally left, but told her to come downstairs for dinner, which Jeanette did. Meanwhile, Mike was left in her underwear drawer to ponder what to do now. He sat in the darkness next to her panties, bras, socks and stockings. Although the drawer was closed, there was still a shade of light peeping through, slightly lighting up his area. Mike stared at Jeanette’s garments, and began to feel depressed. All this time Mike had fought back with all his might against the torture of Jeanette, but amounted to nothing. It was now that Mike was feeling so depressed that he felt like giving up. He stared at her giant garments, feeling even more depressed knowing how giant of a foot goes in those stockings, and how big of a woman’s womanhood goes in those panties. He thought of his insignificance in comparison to these normally small things, and he felt like nothing. He was further degraded at the thought of being this insignificant compared to a little freshman. He was so depressed that he envied Bobby Hogan. At this point, Mike would have liked to die under Jeanette’s foot, so long as it meant an end to this torture and state of being degraded. Impulsively, he then went through a stage of anger. He was so angry that he was being treated like this by a lowly freshman girl, and that he had killed another guy under her foot, and was planning to do more mischief. He was so angry that he was too small to do anything, too small to get her back, or to stop her from what she was about to do tomorrow. He was so angry he started punching a roll of stockings and kicked one of Jeanette’s giant panties. Finally he just sat back and gave up. He felt like there was no use in getting depressed or angry about it, he would just have to accept the fact that he was a tiny guy and he belonged to Jeanette. Just then, a ray of hope entered Mike’s vision in a symbolic way. The ray of hope was a ray of light coming from the opening of the drawer. In the middle of this rush of light was the giant image of Jeanette’s Mother. Mike was filled with new life and hope and began to wave his arms frantically trying to get Jeanette’s mom’s attention. “HEY DOWN HERE!! HELP ME!!! HEY!!!!” shouted Mike. Unfortunately, his frantic attempts were met with a pile of freshly washed garments thrown on top of him. Then his drawer was closed. “Crap, I’m never gonna be free..” mumbled Mike.

Mike heard Jeanette eventually return to her room, and to his surprise he was not touched for a while. Jeanette had taken a shower, and prepared herself for bed. Mike spoke too soon, however, for right after Mike thought he’d be left alone for the night the drawer was opened and he was met with giant fingers wrapping around him and pulling him away. He once again found himself at the mercy of Jeanette. He sat there, crawled up in her palm. Jeanette’s voice boomed down at him.. “If you ever try to pull a stunt like that you will seriously be squished to death under my foot. Now go to sleep, we have a big day tomorrow.” At that very instant, Jeanette’s mom entered the room with a goodnight ready to be said. Jeanette, reacting instantly, threw Mike into her mouth to hide him. Mike’s nauseatingly quick movement was met with a salivary splash on top of Jeanette’s tongue. Jeanette wasted no time in repositioning him. Mike’s struggling was battered down by Jeanette’s tongue mashing his body to the roof of her mouth. It let go, then Mike fell flat down on it. Then Jeanette placed his tiny 2 inch body under her tongue and turned around and spoke to her mom. “GOODNIGHT MOM!!!! I LOVE YOU TOO!!!!” The voice of Jeanette boomed so loudly that Mike winced in pain, as he was in her mouth which was too close for his tiny eardrums. His ears rang for a few minutes, a few minutes that were spent being fondled inside Jeanette’s mouth. She sucked on him, and she rhythmically rubbed his body with her tongue. Finally she spit Mike out into her open palm. Mike was drenched in her saliva. Jeanette walked over to her drawer and placed him inside. She leaned down and smiled… “Sorry, but I couldn’t taste you any longer. You taste too much like feet.” Jeanette giggled and closed her drawer and went to bed, leaving Mike smelling of feet and spit.

Mike was left in the drawer once again to ponder the recent turn of events. Although he was against it, he was so battered and tortured that he took some sort of comfort knowing what Jeanette was planning to do the next day. He knew that he would have more company, more of his size. At this point, he welcomed anything that took the heat and torture off of his back. “Let her suck on someone else, or let some other sap smell her feet,” said Mike to himself as he crawled up and began to fall asleep. As the minutes past, Mike felt bad, and still knew that no matter what, there was gonna be a hell of a lot more time he was gonna spend under Jeanette’s foot, regardless of how many little men she had. More importantly, he had an uneasy feeling in his stomach, fully knowing that the stain on her stockings probably wouldn’t be the last.

Freshmen Feet: Part 10

At 8:00 am the alarm clock’s buzz filled Jeanette’s room and woke up Jeanette and Mike. Mike heard Jeanette’s giant body move about the room and begin her morning routine. Eventually his drawer opened and his tiny body was wrapped around in her giant hand and was pulled out of the drawer. Once again, there he laid in the middle of her palm completely at her mercy.

“Good morning my little guy. Did you have a good sleep? It’s time to go to school, we have a big day ahead of us.” Jeanette placed Mike on the top of her desk and finished getting dressed. She slipped on a pair of very silky dark burgundy stockings, and slipped her shoes on, without Mike in them to his relief. She walked over to the desk and smiled down at Mike, “Now where am I gonna put you today? I wouldn’t want last night’s disobedient escape attempt to repeat itself now would I? Now where can I keep you… hmmm…” Jeanette looked around and smiled. “I know exactly where you won’t go anywhere.” Jeanette plucked Mike’s tiny body off the desk and pulled up her skirt. Although he was moved quickly, making him dizzy, he still managed to catch a glimpse of where he was headed. To his disarray, Jeanette brought him down to her skirt and lifted it up. He saw the world under her skirt, which was a pair of feminine boxers that covered her nether regions. With her other hand, she pulled out her boxers and stockings. “I know how long you’ve wanted to get in here Mike. Admit it you’ve always liked me. Now’s your chance to get where you wanted to be!” With that, Mike was dropped and landed in the soft cotton crotch area of her stockings. He turned around to see Jeanette’s womanhood, only to immediately be followed with the snap action of the release of her stockings launching him into it. Needless to say, he was overwhelmed with the smell of a teenager’s womanhood. From above, he heard Jeanette’s voice.. “You feel so good down there, I can’t decide where I like having you the best! Now it’s time for school.” Jeanette started walking, which further drove Mike deeper inside her. This began a process of torture for Mike, as which each step she took on her journey to school the more he was rubbed against the sides of her vagina. Mike couldn’t help but think of the irony of how he was where every guy wants to be, yet he was just grossed out by the sheer size and smell of it all. Needless to say, Mike was in a heaven in hell. Finally, to his relief, Jeanette arrived at school and sat down in homeroom. He was stuck so deep inside Jeanette that he was unable to make out what conversations were going on around him. He just knew for sure it was the muffled voices of Nicole and Lauren. Homeroom ended and Jeanette stood up, which made it slightly better for him as he was able to make out the end of their conversation. “Meet by room 102 after last period, I’m sure we all can’t wait,” said Jeanette.

Jeanette walked through the hallway and stopped at a historic site. She entered the bathroom in the stall in which she first discovered Mike’s tiny form hanging off her foot. She pulled down her skirt, then came her stockings, but no Mike. “Heehee, I don’t see you, but I can still feel you.” She spread her legs out and pulled out a damp disgusted little Mike from her womanhood. “Well I had to pee, so I figured I’d let you out. I know I’m sorry, I know how much you loved it down there.” Mike shouted up at Jeanette and pleaded.. “Jeanette come on! This is ridiculous! I’m a human being how can you treat me this way!” Jeanette, amused, responded with a confident chuckle… “Because you’re mine silly. Now stop this crap and just accept that you are and always be mine now.” Jeanette finished peeing and pulled her garments back. To Mike’s relief, he was not put back. “Let’s wash you off, I don’t want you to smell like my own, well you know.” Jeanette, making sure there was no other student around, brought Mike to the sink and held him under the faucet. Mike was instantly hit with a super hard rush of cold water, which felt like 100,000 tiny needles hitting him at once. He was helpless as Jeanette’s giant fingers caressed him as he was scrubbed clean. When that was all done, he was placed in Jeanette’s back bookbag pocket. He gave no resistance as the giant zipper was pulled, as he was just glad to be away from any aromatic flesh. Jeanette walked out of the bathroom and to her next class… gym.

Mike was sent through a bumpy ride in the bookbag. Everything shook and was rearranged with each step that Jeanette took, which meant Mike’s combat with a few pencils, an eraser, a bottle of nail polish, and a nail clipper. He even came close to being impaled by the clipper. Finally his ride stopped and he was put to rest in an unknown place to him. He heard the chatter of many girls, but didn’t care as he was finally left alone.

For the next 45 minutes Mike was idle in the bookbag. Nothing out of the ordinary happened. He merely observed his surroundings. He wiggled over to the nail clipper and examined it, shuddering at it’s recently almost impaling him. He then smelt something familiar. He couldn’t quite put his finger on what it was. It was so faint that it just bothered him, because he knew it was but didn’t know exactly what it was. Then he looked over at the clipper. He saw a long curved piece of nail stuck under one of the edges. He brought his face down to it and sniffed. “AWW GROSS! That’s part of one of her toenails!” screamed Mike to himself, as he remembered why that smell was familiar. He shuddered at the thought. He thought too soon, however, because at that point voiced filled the outside world and his prison shook. The zipper was opened and he found himself in the hand of a giant sweaty Jeanette, and realized he had just sat through gym class. She just smiled at him and sat down. He could not see what she was doing, but she was slipping off her moist gym shoes and pulling off her socks. He did not realize what was happening until it happened. He was dropped into one of those sweaty socks. Once again the familiar smell totally overwhelmed his world. This was the most powerful he had experienced. It hit him like a punch in the face. The smell was AWFUL. His prison was now a drenched gym sock, and Jeanette had just thrown it back into her gym bag and gotten on with the rest of her school day. There Mike lay, struggling for air. The air in that sock was so dense that foot sweat actually formed all over Mike, including in his nostrils and mouth. He struggled like crazy to escape, but was only met with rolls of lint that he almost choked on. As his world was finally put to rest, Jeanette was merely smiling as she closed her locker with the gym bag in it, leaving Mike to become a prune from the moisture in her sock.

Finally the time had come. 2:30 pm, sharp. The day’s final bell rang, and students filled the hallways anxious to pack up and go home. Time passed and the voices of St. Joseph students dimmed. Finally, Mike heard the locker open and the zipper on the gym bag unzip. His sock was untied and cool dry air filled his world, only to leave him feeling more disgusted, as the moist foot sweat on him dried, leaving him a sticky smelly thing. Jeanette, having picked him up, smelt this and laughed.. “Oooooh someone needs a bath! Hahaha I love having you as my little guy Mike. Now come watch some real fun!” Nicole and Lauren came up to Jeanette, looking down at Mike. “He’s just too cute Jeanette, I want one for my own!” Mike looked at the two giantesses, both dressed nicely, Nicole with a short skirt and dark blue stockings, and Lauren with a similarly short skirt with pitch black stockings. ‘Possibly the same stockings I spent the night in,’ thought Mike to himself. “Don’t worry, we’ll get a whole bunch more, now let’s go shrink some boys!” said Jeanette. Mike was placed in Jeanette’s vest pocket, where he was secure and safe, and could peer into the outside world if he pulled himself high enough. The girls went to the planned place, a certain back alley that Bobby Hogan’s whole gang hung out at.

“These are some good stoags Joe, I never thought I’d be able to handle Marlboro Reds. Some strong shit,” said Ryan. “Yeah, I’m used to it, tastes like water to me. Nothing compared to what I’m really used to, the taste of pussy man,” replied Joe. All 7 guys laughed. 7 assholes, Joe, Ryan, Brian, Keith, Rob, Steve, and Larry, all part of Bobby Hogan’s crew. “So where’s Bobby man? That piece of shit hasn’t been around lately,” said Brian. “Dunno, maybe banging some freshmen bitches, who knows, said Steve. Suddenly Keith shouted out, “Shit someone’s coming, might be a teacher throw out the cigs.” In the thick of the smoke appeared the three innocent looking freshmen girls. With a smile Jeanette came up and said.. “Hey guys! What’s up?” Angry, all the guys groaned. Mike, sensing what was about to come, pulled up from the pocket and managed to get a peek of what was happening. “Get the fuck out of here, you made us throw away some perfectly good stoags. This is our joint, so beat it,” said Larry. Nicole responded.. “Oh come on guys, we just wanna have a little fun here.” Angered, Ryan replied “We’re not kidding, get the fuck out of here. We’re not hanging out with little freshmen bitches. Maybe if you wanna ‘have a little fun’ you can come over to my place and we’ll have some fun there. But not here get out bitches.” Not surprised, the girls looked at each other and giggled. Immediately, most of the guys advanced on the girls to physically move the three freshmen. Responging to this, a chipper Jeanette pulled out the squirt bottle, and hit each all 4 guys that advanced on them. She threw the bottle to Nicole, who accordingly got the rest of the three. Immediately, the 7 young sophomores shrunk to no bigger than 2 inches. Before they knew what was happening, they were gathered up together on the ground at the feet of the three giantesses. Laughing maniacally, Jeanette poked random guys with the tip of her shoe, which knocked them down with much force. All of the guys couldn’t comprehend what was happening to them. They still weren’t accepting the sheer size of everything around them, pieces of glass, dirt, cigarette butts, and more importantly, skyscraper sized girls looking down at them laughing. Mike looked down from Jeanette’s pocket and just nodded his head. He never liked these guys either, but being the stouthearted young man he was, he prayed to himself for their safety. He knew it was in vain though. Finally, Nicole spoke.. “Jeanette, they’re so cute! Just like your little Mikey. Can I take one? I wanna keep one and play with him.” Jeanette responded with a huuuge smile.. “Sure, what are friends for? They all belong to us three now. Just don’t hog them all.” With that, Nicole reached down and plucked Keith, who squealed like a newborn puppy. He was dropped in her cleavage and forgotten for the time being. The three giantesses looked down at the remaining six, who finally saw the reality of the situation and were scared shitless. Lauren looked up at Jeanette, beginning to speak, but was interrupted by the menacing voice of Jeanette… “Not so tough now you little shits are ya?” Jeanette kicked a random guy, Larry this time, who was sent sprawling a few feet (hundreds of feet on his scale). He lay there, with a few broken bones, staring up at a giant Jeanette who was looming over him with one foot out of her chunky heel shoe. Lauren, seeing what was happening, screamed NO!, but it was too late. Jeanette’s dark burgundy stocking foot came crashing down on Larry’s tiny battered body and was squished to death. He was no less of a bloody pulp under her foot than his friend Bobby was. Nicole laughed in amusement, and Lauren spoke to Jeanette.. “Jeanette are you crazy?? You promised me we’d play with them. This is just wrong!” Lauren was ignored, Jeanette picked up her foot in the air and spoke to Nicole.. “Wasn’t this a good idea Nikki? I wore this color stocking on purpose. Little what’s his name is no more than a stain, but it matches! Who’s gonna notice an invisible stain!” Nicole responded in amusement, “I have many pairs like that color too, it’s a good idea!” Lauren couldn’t believe the crazy conversation that was going on right now. She had just murdered another student and here they were talking about what color stockings are better to squish people with! On top of that, her objections were blatantly ignored. Finally, the remaining 5 guys, seeing the awful fate at the hands, or feet, of Jeanette, broke and ran. Seeing this, Nicole and Jeanette gleefully chased after them. At their small size they got nowhere. “BOOM BABA BOOM BABA BOOM SQUISH!” shouted Nicole as a fleeing Joe was crushed under her shoe. A few feet away Ryan was picked up in the crevices of Jeanette’s stocking toes, and his limbs were slowly crushed away as Jeanette scrunched her toes effortlessly. As his bloody body parts fell to the ground and Ryan was left screaming to no avail, his blood curdling scream was ended with a crunch sound as Jeanette ended his life. “See, no stain shows up! I love these stockings!” Brian was caught by Nicole’s fingers and brought up to her face. Mockingly, Nicole repeated.. “Hey, if you wanna have some fun at my place..” Brian was dropped into Nicole’s mouth, where his arms and legs were chewed to a mush by her molars. His screams were muffled as the rest of his body was swallowed whole. Patting her stomach, Nicole looked at Jeanette and said “Whew, feels like I just ate a whole pig….oh wait… hahahaha.” Jeanette had already caught Steve in her hands, and a still lit cigarette in the other. In a teacher type tone, Jeanette spoke.. “Young man, smoking has been proven to be the cause of many deaths in this country.” The lighted end of the cigarette was brought to the tiny horrified Steve. “AHHHHHHH!!!” screamed steve as his torso was burnt to a crisp. As his life was hanging on a thread from the beyond third degree burn, he could only see a giant thumb and forefinger close around his head as it was squished before his dead body was dropped to the ground and crushed again. Finally, the remaining little guy on the ground, Rob, was between the two giantesses looking up, scared shitless. Jeanette looked sternly down at him and said nothing. As fast as lightning, it happened. Jeanette brought her shoeless foot back and kicked his tiny body as hard as he could. Immediately, limbs were ripped off his body as the rest of the chunk was sent flying up and over the wall of the alley. The second her toes hit his body, his ribcage collapsed and he was dead. It was relentless how hard he was kicked by the cruel giantess. Mike groaned and let himself fall to the bottom of Jeanette’s pocket.

“That was so fun Jeanette, let’s get some more! And I know I’m gonna have fun with the one that’s in between my boobs later!” said Nicole excitedly. “I have a better idea, let’s make some more of this shrinky stuff, then we can have all the fun we want!” responded Jeanette. The constant objection of Lauren, which was ignored by the evil giantesses during their massacre was finally noticed. “Jesus Christ what the hell is wrong with you two! Do you realize what you’ve just done! You’ve just murdered 6 goddamn students at our school!! Not to mention the one you crushed yesterday and the two shrunken guys you each have right now!” Jeanette, calmly slipping her foot back into her shoe, responded. “I don’t get it, I thought you thought this was cool too. You liked playing with my little Mike before didn’t you?” Lauren immediately responded.. “Then maybe something was wrong with me! I liked having a guy we all liked at our mercy, having him rub my feet and all that it was cool, it was something all girls would like to do. But this… this is just murder what you are doing! I can’t let you do this! I’m gonna put a stop to this.” Before anything else could be said or acted upon, Jeanette pulled out the bottle and sprayed Lauren. “What the hell? No you didn’t just… nooooooooooooo…..” Lauren was shrunk to 2 inches by Jeanette, her best friend. Jeanette’s titanic body stood over Lauren’s miniscule body. Lauren shouted up at the giantess.. “JEANETTE!! You’re my friend how can you do this to me??” To Nicole and Jeanette, she was barely audible from all the way on the ground, and they didn’t care enough to try to make her out. Jeanette just looked at Nicole and spoke.. “Who’s gonna stop us now eh?” Nicole laughed and so did Jeanette, who reached down and grabbed Lauren’s tiny body. Her feeble struggles resulted in nothing. As the two giantesses left the scene, Lauren was dropped into Jeanette’s pocket, landing on something hard.

“Ouch!” yelled Mike as he was hit hard from above. He turned around, got to his feet and examined what had hit him. The eyes of Lauren and Mike met and stared. Mike stared blindly with unbelieving eyes. He didn’t know what to say.

Freshmen Feet: Part 11

Rain started to drizzle in the alley of terror as the two schoolgirls gingerly walked away. It was as if an ominous cloud had enveloped the sky in light of the recent massacre. History records countless incidents of human misery at the hands of each other. Men killing men in wars, armies sacking villages killing all those in sight. Ironically, history could not record the far worse which just happened. No dictator, no weapon of war, and no notions of mass genocide could top the cruelty of two giant schoolgirls.

Jeanette and Nicole walked home on top of the world. To the unfortunate 6 sophomores of St. Joseph’s, who now were either soaking into stockings, being digested, or being washed away by the rain, they were goddesses. They talked of what they were going to do next. Countless names came up, names of people who would in all likelihood share the fates of the others. “I wonder what I’ll do to him when I get home?” said Nicole looking down at the tiny Keith, still in between her freshmen-sized breasts. “Do whatever you want, soon they won’t be a rare commodity,” chuckled Jeanette. “Now I have two with me, and probably many more to come. I guess I can have a little more fun with our friends in my pocket.”

A chill went down Mike and Lauren’s spine as they overheard the words of their giant captive. They were so helpless, being bounced around in Jeanette’s pocket. Lauren started to cry. “You’ll never get away with this Jeanette!! People will find you out and stop you!!” Her words were mere squeaks to Jeanette, who laughed and plucked Lauren out of her pocket. “Squeak squeak squeak, what?? What do you want little girl? I can’t hear you!” Jeanette tossed Lauren up in the air playfully. To Lauren, of course, it was a heart stopping ordeal. Although Jeanette was throwing her up a few feet, it was a few thousand feet to Lauren, who was screaming so loud it could have broken a window, at normal size anyway. Poor Lauren was tossed like a toy. Her shoes went flying off, her skirt was flapping like a kite, and her hair was flying around. Jeanette, unmoved, threw her back in her pocket. That was one thing Lauren had yet to accept… she was a toy. The two giantesses finally approached their separate ways and said their goodbyes. “Have fun with that little sophomore guy Nikki.” “Thanks Jeanette, I’ve never had so much fun. I’m actually looking forward to school tomorrow.” “Tomorrow will be great, we’ll make more of that stuff, and anyone we don’t like, hahahaha, well you know.” Jeanette arrived at her home, half soaked from the rain. She ran upstairs right past her little sister. Her little sister spoke, “Why are you running to your room so fast? What do you have?? Hmmmm?” “Nothing Nina, now be quiet and go away.” Jeanette closed her door and walked to her desk. She reached into her pocket and dropped Mike and Lauren on her desk. Before she could say anything, her mom called up at her, probably in retaliation for her remarks to her 12 year old sister, Nina. Sibling rivalry can be humorous sometimes. To Mike and Lauren, however, there was nothing humorous now. Jeanette stepped out of her room, and Mike heard arguing in the distance. He turned around and saw Lauren sitting at the edge of the desk, crying her green eyes out. Mike was filled with mixed emotions at this time, for obvious reasons. He just chuckled aloud. Lauren turned around and spoke, “How can you be so mean? Can you believe what she’s doing to us? Look at how small we are! How can you laugh at this?” Mike nodded his head, thought to himself and spoke, “I dunno Lauren, maybe it’s cuz I can still smell your feet in the back of my nostrils. Maybe it’s cuz giant particles of your foot sweat are still in my clothes. Just kinda ironic, that’s all.” Lauren looked down and spoke apologetically… “Look, I’m sorry I just….” Before she could say anything the giant Jeanette entered her room and immediately came over to her desk, towering over her favorite senior and her tiny friend. “Ahh now I have two of you, this works out great.” She picked up the two tiny teenagers and went over to her bed. She sat down and kicked off her shoes. She began to peel off her stockings, which were half soaked from the rain (and the remains of some people). She then turned around and brought her feet down to the Mike and Jeanette. “Two of you, two of them, perfect,” said Jeanette. Lauren looked up at the giantess and spoke, “You have got to be kidding me, that’s gross.” Her protest was met with a giant foot. Jeanette first covered the two with both of her feet. She playfully manipulated them under them. Her blue toenail painted feet were not particularly pleasant at this time. Everyone knows what pruney feet are like after being wet in the rain. Plus, her sweat from the day made them worse. Mike and Lauren were each forced to rub one of her giant moist feet. Jeanette sat watching tv for the next hour with her two captives relieving the stress on her feet. Dinnertime was salvation for Mike and Lauren, as they were placed in Jeanette’s drawer as she went downstairs for dinner. Mike and Lauren were left alone for the time being to regain their bearings.

“Makes you lightheaded doesn’t it?” said Mike, after a minute of silence. “The feet, the smell. It just gets to you. Not a pleasant thing is it?” Lauren, as apologetic as one could be, replied, “Look Mike, I’m sorry I did what I did. I had my reasons to do so, and it doesn’t mean that I’m glad that I did. I am seeing firsthand what it’s like, and I truly am sorry. Right now, it can’t be like this. We have to find a way to get back at her, and to get out of here. We can’t live like this. I’m so scared right now, we need each other really. Please just realize that it’s that giant bitch that you should be hating and blaming, not me.” Mike started at the ground. He always had a big forgiving heart, but right now he was just at a loss for words. It was just such a unique situation that they were in, there was nothing to say. He walked over to Lauren and stared down at her feet. Her cute little feet encased in black stockings stood there, with a hint of sky blue nail polish shining through. “What? What is it?” asked Lauren. Mike shrugged and spoke, “I just find it hard to believe that I was under there not too long ago. Your little feet right here were all over me, your smooth stockings entrapped me like a spider web. It’s just kinda weird to see you standing right here before me after what I went through down there. I mean, what’s wrong with you freshmen girls? I know you’re not evil like Jeanette is. I was in her pocket when I heard you try to talk her out of squishing those guys. But why did you do what you did to me? Do you think I can forget? Then in the shower, you kinda made me, well, you know. And now you’re here all apologetic. Why did you do that stuff to me?” Lauren looked at Mike for a second then spoke truthfully. “Cuz you’re a senior, you’re cute, and we all liked you. You didn’t know we existed. I guess it was a sudden rush of power when I held you in my hands, and when I felt you under my foot. I guess I was infatuated with the feeling of the handsome senior who never knew we existed under my foot and under my power. I didn’t maliciously try to torture you, I guess I just got a little carried away. I’m truly sorry I’m not like Jeanette and Nicole. I would never have crushed you or anything.” Mike, once again, didn’t know what to say. He couldn’t forget his ordeal under her foot, in her stockings, and in the shower. He remembered climaxing, he remembered seeing her giant naked body. She was a cute girl, for a freshman. A feeling of tranquility and forgiveness came over Mike, and he just turned around and smiled. “You know your feet really do smell.” Lauren, smiling back, said “Excuse me? They do not! It was just a size thing. You were small so everything was magnified.” Mike laughed. “Stop laughing I’m serious. No really come on Mike” Mike continued to laugh. “One thing’s for sure, Jeanette’s feet REALLY smell.” Mike replied, “Yeah now you know how I feel. This isn’t fun.” Mike and Lauren talked for a long time about everything. They talked about what they think Jeanette and Nicole are going to be up to, and if they can escape or not. More importantly, Mike and Lauren were getting attached to each other. It all happened so quickly, and before you know it the green eyed freshman was asleep on Mike’s shoulder, lying against some of Jeanette’s panties. Unfortunately, all good things must come to an end. Sure enough, the evil giantess Jeanette came back and opened her drawer, seeing the two dozing off. Reality hit like a sack of bricks as she immediately picked up Lauren and spoke. “You’re really a little whore aren’t you? I leave for an hour and I come back seeing you over my little Mikey.” Mike shouted up at Jeanette telling her to stop and to put her down and such. Jeanette brought her fingers down and flicked Mike’s tiny body. “Now you’re making him be bad too. Well I’m gonna put you somewhere where you can’t corrupt my little Mike for the night. Then maybe you’ll play good together.” With that, Jeanette picked up the still wet burgundy stockings and dropped the weeping little Lauren in. She placed it over her chair, and spoke sternly. “I don’t want to see you two touching each other. You guys better listen to me or I’ll squish you like bugs. You’re lucky you’re still alive. If any of you two are bad, I promise you’ll end up like the guys in the alley. Tomorrow’s another big day, soon you’ll have a lot of company.” With that, she closed the drawer and left the room. Eventually she came back and went to bed. Poor Mike was in pain. She flicked him pretty hard. He wasn’t thinking about pain, however, because he was thinking about Lauren, and how he could get to her. He was so helpless, sitting there in pain in Jeanette’s drawer. Lauren, on the other hand, spent the night in a fashion Mike was used to, in a damp smelly stocking toe area. Needless to say, it wasn’t pleasant. Another night passed, acting as a prelude to another big day. Jeanette and Nicole had much planned for the next day. Things they’ve done were about be to taken to a much larger (or smaller) scale.
Part 12

A few bleak, rainy days had passed. Mike had spent a while recuperating, as he was hit harder than expected by Jeanette flicking him that night. Poor Lauren also was left in Jeanette’s smelly stocking for a couple of days, as Jeanette’s attention was focused elsewhere. Jeanette and Nicole spent the rest of the week up to no good. Half of their efforts were spent on thinking of who to shrink and what to do with them, which produced some maniacal scenarios. There were no two schoolgirls in the world that could think of more ways to squish or torture a tiny being. The other half of their efforts were devoted to the greenish shrinking substance. Jeanette went back to the lab during a free period and recreated the day that Mike was shrunk. She had her lab manual and recreated everything. She then ventured into the stockroom and had remembered where she found the unknown substance. Needless to say, to the misfortune of humanity, Jeanette was able to recreate the substance, leaving her an almost limitless source of the ultimate power: to shrink another human being. As predicted, detectives showed up to investigate the disappearance of the sophomore group that were brought to their ends at the hands of the two young schoolgirls.

“Did the detective catch on with any of his questions?” asked Nicole at lunch. “Yeah Nikki, he went up to me and said hey girl, can I see your feet? Have you been squishing any boys lately?” Both girls giggled. There was no way they could be linked to anything. The detectives had to search outside of school for the disappearance of the guys, and later dismissed it on something totally unrelated to the school. Two freshmen girls had just gotten away with first degree murder. Two inch corpses…. The perfect crime.

The week at St. Joseph’s had concluded, and so had the outlook for the continuation of the mischief that the two girls were going to be up to. They had a great plan to take place next week. Basically, both girls were thirsting for a large amount of people. The only way to get 30+ people would be to get a class all at once. Plus, both of them wanted a certain person for their next victim. In Nicole’s case, she wanted this kid Craig, a sophomore football player that she had a crush on. Jeanette, on the other hand, wanted a bigger prize. One to match her trophy, Mike. She wanted Michelle, the senior that Mike had been “sort of seeing.” A perfect scenario was planned out for the next week. Both people were in a class on Monday that would leave for a short field trip for ecological purposes. That solved everything, as investigators would have no choice but to link their disappearances to their trip outside of school walls (even though their trip would actually lead to places such as under the girls’ feet, or worse). Plus it would provide a good amount of tiny victims. Jeanette and Nicole were on top. Their reign of terror would thrive next week.

“Excuse me? Is there a problem?” asked Jeanette, looking at a young student further down on the empty train car. “Oh, um nothing I’m sorry,” said Perry, a mild mannered freshman. Perry was always a weird kid, sort of an outcast at St. Joseph’s. He never really fit in and kids always made fun of him. Some people, especially girls, saw him as some sort of pervert, but could not but their fingers on why. Nobody knew that he had a foot fetish. St. Joseph’s, in spite of the fact that he was an outcast, was a heaven to him as he was able to see countless young girls in cute skirts and tights. He sat there on the train in an otherwise empty car stealing glimpses of Jeanette, playing with her shoes, slipping her blue stockinged feet in and out of her shoes and scrunching her toes. “There you go again! You looked at my feet!” stated Jeanette. Genuine annoyance was apparent in Jeanette. Perry’s heart jumped into his throat. “Er umm, no I didn’t! What are you talking about?? I wouldn’t um that is I’d never, why would I…” Jeanette got up and interrupted with a smile. “It’s okay Perry, I know you love them. I’ll give you a treat today, there’s nobody else on this train.” Perry was shocked at all of this. Jeanette came over and took off her right shoe and placed her warm, moist stocking foot on his lap. “Wwwwwhat are you doing? I.. I don’t know what..” stuttered Perry. Jeanette interrupted, “Cut the crap don’t hide it, now take a big whiff.” Jeanette stuck her foot in Perry’s face, which stunned Perry. He didn’t know what to do, he just stiffed and stared at it. Almost immediately he grew so hard that Jeanette couldn’t help but notice the huge tent that was pitched downstairs. She looked down and nodded her head in disgust. “Friggin perv, can’t believe people like you exist.” With that she reached out her handy spray bottle and shrank poor Perry down to size. The poor kid couldn’t believe his eyes, he was dumbfounded. “Yep, you guessed it buddy, you’re now no bigger than two inches tall, and mine. Deal with it. You know, I just love having little guys under my tired feet, but I’m gonna dish you out a little poetic justice.” She brought her foot over Perry’s tiny body. He looked up and was enveloped in musky dampness, and couldn’t help a powerful erotic feeling. He was almost sure he was going to be squished to death, but didn’t care. He had to dive into those luscious feet. As he reached out and lunged for them, Jeanette pulled back. “Nope, sorry little buddy. You’re never gonna be able to touch them. That’s gonna be your irony. You’re gonna have to live out the rest of your life without the object of your desire. It’s okay, my breasts need company anyway, deal with them instead.” Jeanette plucked up tiny Perry and placed him in her cleavage. Jeanette truly was twisted. She had already tortured so many people under her feet, and the one kid who lived for such an ordeal was denied any such thing. Perry was brought home and added to the collection.

It was midday Friday. Jeanette had come home and placed Perry in her drawer with Mike. She took poor Lauren out of her stocking prison finally, placing her in the drawer as well. Ordering them to ‘be good’, Jeanette kicked her shoes off and took a nap. Mike spent a good time calming both freshmen down. Lauren was still shaken up by her prolonged nylon shrouded experience, and Perry was by his lack thereof. The three talked about everything, but the young freshmen boy was out of it. “What’s the matter man, get a grip. I know this looks bleak but we’re gonna get through this,” said Mike. “I, I, I can’t, I have to. This is the chance of a lifetime. I have to get to her….” Said Perry. “What are you talking about? You have to stay as far away from her as possible,” added Lauren. After much debate, Perry went crazy. With much unexpected zeal and almost inhuman agility, Perry acrobatically made it to the top of the back of the drawer which imprisoned the tiny people. “What the heck are you doing? Where are you going are you crazy?” asked Mike. Perry finally blurted out “I can’t take this, I was so close, I have to get to her and her feet.” Mike and Lauren couldn’t understand why he would possibly want to get near those, some people can never understand. Before Mike could try to stop him he slid down the back of the dresser. “NOO! Don’t!!! She’ll crush you somehow, you don’t know what you’re doing!!” screamed Mike. But it was too late. Perry made the long stride across Jeanette’s giant floor. He saw Jeanette’s giant sleeping form in her bed, with those beautiful feet encased in navy blue stockings. He met himself with frustration, as he could not climb up the bed. However, he caught in the corner of his eye the chunky shoes she was wearing, and to his joy one of them was on its side. The next few minutes were spent in expression of a young kid’s whole life of desire. He entered the giant shoe, enveloped in a wave of still warm moisture. He slid himself down to the toe section, pleasuring himself to the remnants of a long sweaty day of a schoolgirl. He was so into it that he blatantly ignored voices in the distance. Jeanette’s mom woke her up insisting that she run to the store for her. “Be right there, mom” shouted Jeanette. Not bothering to change or anything, Jeanette reached for her school shoes and picked up the one Perry was in. Poor Perry was sent sprawling around, leaving little time for him to realize what was happening. Jeanette’s blue stocking feet came like a battering ram and forced Perry down with more pressure then he had ever felt, leaving him under the dangerous section that was the ball of her foot. For a split second he was molded into Jeanette’s nylon foot, sticking his tounge out and tasting the horrific pleasure he saw. In a moment it was over, Jeanette stood up and Perry was squished to a bloody pulp.

“So how many does that make Mike?” Mike, spaced out staring blindly regained his senses and responded with a “huh?” “People, how many people have died under Jeanette?” asked Lauren. “I really lost count, I try not to think about such things,” responded Mike. Lauren walked across the drawer and sat on a pile of panties. “I wonder was it was like, for that guy Perry. You know, it’s kinda scary to think about what it feels like that instant that a 50 ton foot comes crashing into your body.” Mike didn’t respond. “I don’t know what possessed that kid to do so, but I’d keep myself as far away from her feet as possible. Then again? Do we have a choice? Or are we just going to end up like him sooner or later, I’m pretty sure it’s hopeless,” mumbled Lauren. Mike stood up and turned around, “Don’t say that! Seriously, we’re gonna get through this, we’ll plan something, when the time is right we can do something. We know it’s possible to get out of this desk of drawers, Perry did it. We just have to wait for the right time. I don’t want to hear anything about that stuff, we’re gonna get through this, I’m not gonna let her kill us.” Mike’s words still held little comfort to Lauren, and even to himself to some extent. Jeanette truly was like a goddess, with unimaginable power at her hands.
The weekend passed uneventfully. Family functions kept Jeanette off of her tiny captives for the most part. Before they knew it, Monday morning rolled around and it was time for school. The drawer opened and Jeanette’s giant face stared down at the two 2 inch teenagers cowering at the light. “Good morning you two, sorry I’ve neglected you guys over the weekend,” boomed Jeanette from above. “I’m sorry, I know you guys wanna come to school on this Monday morning, but I’m gonna be busy getting you guys some playmates. Don’t worry though, I’ll be back before you know it. Until now here’s some food, I’m sure you guys are hungry.” Jeanette threw down some broken cheerios and slid the drawer shut. Mike and Lauren then heard her shut the door, go downstairs and leave the house. After gobbling as much food as they could fit in their mouths, Lauren looked up at Mike and said, “This is weird. Why was she being so chipper, giving us actual food and all.” Mike replied, “Yeah but why argue, cheerios tastes better than feet anyday.” Lauren managed a small smile. “Now that I think about it, maybe its not good that she was so chipper. We’re going to have some playmates she said, this doesn’t sound good. I’m guessing she knows how to make more that shrinky stuff now.” Lauren replied with a frown, “I guess so, that means more people are going to be shrunk, she can basically do what she wants.”

7th period, 1:00 pm. Ecology101A was gathering in their classroom, preparing for their period long field trip to the nearby park. The teacher was taking attendance when the freshman girl walked in the classroom. “Yes? Can I help you?” “Hi Mrs. Godfrey, is there any chance you can lend about 10 people to help next door? Mr. Brown needs help moving something heavy,” asked Jeanette with a little smile on her face. “Can it wait? We’re getting ready to go outside today.” “Aw I’m sorry, he said it was really important, can you please just for a minute?” Mrs. Godfrey reluctantly agreed, and 10 strong freshman and sophomore males volunteered. Jeanette led them outside, hearing some snickering behind her as a few of the guys were looking at her white tight clad legs up to her skirt. Ignoring them, she led them to the next door classroom, which was vacant, except for Nicole. Jeanette shut the door and turned around. “What’s going on here? What are we supposed to do here?” asked Craig, the sophomore that Nicole particularly wanted. Saying nothing, the two girls proceeded to shrink down each guy before they knew what hit them. “Take care of them I’ll be back with more,” said Jeanette. Nicole just looked down at the frightened group of two inch guys, particularly at Craig, and picked them all up and placed them in a group on the floor. She also recognized a guy by the name of Jerry, who she was not particularly fond of. She just looked at him and smiled as she carefully manipulated his tiny form. Jeanette returned with the teacher, who was shrunk before she knew what was going on, then went back to the classroom. “Guys Mrs. Godfrey wants everyone in the next classroom, bring all your stuff.” No problem arose in getting the rest of the class in the vacant room, where the two young freshmen easily shrunk everyone down. 33 people were shrunk total, 1 teacher, 15 guys and 17 girls. Jeanette peered down at the group, smiling at Michelle and plucking her up like a newborn puppy, screaming and kicking. “I have plans for you later, but for now..” Jeanette slipped off her left shoe and placed her in it, covering her with her silken toes. “Damn Nikki, they really do feel good squirming down there.” Nicole responded with a smile, “Good idea, don’t mind if I do.” She obviously selected her Craig and gave him the same treatment. Half of the shrunken group were still in shock, not fully understanding what was happening. The other half were frightened to death, watching as two of their classmates disappeared under two giant sets of toes into two giant shoes. Mrs. Godfrey somehow mustered enough courage and anger to shout up at the giant Jeanette. Finding it amusing, Jeanette brought her ear down to hear her squeaks. “What the hell do you think you’re doing young lady? How did you shrink us? More importantly, get those students out of those shoes NOW!!” Jeanette wasted no time in bringing her foot up in the air. Before anyone could react she stepped down on Mrs. Godfrey’s body with a gargantuan BOOM!! The rest of the shrunken group of students were knocked over by the tremendous tremor, struggling to get to their feet and fighting off a huge ringing in their ears. It didn’t take long to realize what happened. Mrs. Godfrey was crushed like an insect under the giant chunky shoe of Jeanette. The girls screeched as loud as their voices allowed, some guys and girls immediately started bawling. The others merely stared in shock as the giant shoe pulled up, displaying a mere pile of gooey blood and guts. Jeanette’s giant form towered over them and she spoke, “Don’t ever try something like that, you are all ours now. Deal with it.” Jeanette looked over at Nicole, who was still staring at her shoe focused on her tiny guy that she had a crush on, who was struggling under her stinky toes. “30 of them left, let’s split them” Each of the unlucky teenagers in Ecology 101A was taken into possession. Jeanette and Nicole finished up their day and met in the cafeteria after dismissal. “It’s time to have some fun, let’s hit the mall,” said Jeanette, jiggling some of the tiny forms in her pocket as if they were toys to a mischievous young child.

The two girls arrived at the mall and wasted no time in looking around for fun ways to use their new acquisitions. Finding the food court more attractive at the moment, they headed over there. Waiting on the long line for one of the stands, Nicole looked over to Jeanette and whispered, “It’s taking too long, I’m really hungry.” With a smile she reached into her pocket and pulled out a random person, who was a senior guy. “No, you wouldn’t, hahaha,” said Jeanette with a smirk. Never backing from a dare, Nicole dropped the screaming little man into her mouth and swallowed him whole. Jeanette laughed hysterically as Nicole smiled and patted her stomach. The poor guy slid down her esophagus and landed softly into her stomach. Almost immediately the poor kid was digested alive. “Tasted like shit anyway, wouldn’t recommend it,” said Nicole to Jeanette with a smile. The two girls received their food and took a table in a secluded corner of the food court. Within a few minutes Jeanette looked up inquisitively. “What? You look like you’re thinking of something,” asked Nicole. “Yeah, I was just thinking, what happens if we spray these little people again? Can we make them smaller?” “Wow, I never thought of that. Let’s find out!” replied Nicole in a giddy fashion. Jeanette pulled out a girl and the spray bottle. She slowly and carefully sprayed the girl. The two inch crying girl shrank again before their eyes, to about 1/8th of an inch tall. “Whoops, I guess I gave her too much, but it works! She’s so tiny, cool! Not much use for something this small though, oh well.” In the most inhumane way imaginable, Jeanette scooped the even tinier girl up in her fingernail and dropped her into her nacho cheese. The poor girl never had a chance. The hot cheese scalded her skin and was too thick to move around in. Jeanette never even knew if she died before she scooped her up with a chip and ate it, nor did she seem to care.

Wandering the mall, Nicole noticed a group of school girls in the shoe store. One particularly caught her attention, as she was the girlfriend of the guy Jerry, whom she had in her pocket at the time and was not fond of. To make a long story short, Jerry was a typical guy who broke Nicole’s heart in such a mean way not too long ago, and hooked up with the girlfriend in the store. Taking advantage of the situation, Nicole pulled out the tiny Jerry and spoke to him. “Hey you, look I feel really bad about this whole thing, and I really think you should belong to your girlfriend. I’m going to give you to her okay?” Jerry was never really smart, but couldn’t believe that his giant captive would give him up. He thought about his girlfriend and nodded, really wanting to see her. “Ok great, here we go you’re gonna see her nice and up close.” Nicole sprayed him carefully, shrinking him to the size of about ź of an inch tall. She entered the store where the girlfriend was trying on a pair of shoes. Seizing the opportunity, she sneaked around the bench, pretending to look at shoes, and knelt down. She picked up one the girlfriend’s shoes that she was wearing for the day and dropped the tiny man into it. Jerry landed with a rough thud on the “S” of the Steve Madden logo and slid down the sloped heeled shoe. Nicole ran back outside and stood with Jeanette, peering into the store. Choosing not to buy shoes, the girlfriend reached for her shoes and slipped them on. Jerry looked up in horror at the giant navy blue nylon clad foot of his lover come down. Jeanette and Nicole giggled as Jerry’s girlfriend stood up, thinking about the tiny person’s fate. “That was classic Nikki, good one,” said Jeanette with a big smile. “Asshole, serves him right. His girlfriend… the only foot for him to die under other than mine that would give me more pleasure,” replied Nicole. The girls wandered around the mall for some time, disposing of people as they pleased. One poor girl was dropped into the fountain, freezing to death almost instantly as Jeanette and Nicole laughed at her struggling form fighting the flowing water and inevitably being sucked under the drain. Another boy was shrunk again to ź of an inch tall and dropped into a random girl’s drink, while she wasn’t looking, back in the food court. Jeanette and Nicole laughed as they saw his tiny form eventually sucked up the clear straw and disappearing into the young girl’s mouth. Stopping in JC Penny’s shoe department, Jeanette couldn’t help but further shrink one of her tiny students to ˝ an inch, and place her into the high heel shoe of a 30 year old woman in a business suit. The poor student met a similar fate as Jerry did. Further elaborating on this, Jeanette shrunk the lady as she was leaving the shoe department, picking her tiny body up and examining her tiny feet. Seeing a red stain embedded on her tiny tan stockings, the girls laughed hysterically and crushed the screaming woman. A day of fun and mischief was spent at the mall by the two young school girls. Unfortunately for a much larger (or smaller) group of people, it was a day of slaughter.

Jeanette finally parted with Nicole, and each returned to their respective homes with roughly 7 tiny people still alive. Nicole returned home, nearly forgetting about her tiny crush still under her toes. Practically molded to her stocking, he was almost dead and smelt bad, but survived for a night of fun and games for Nicole. Poor Craig was toyed with sexually, used for various sexual means. Nicole had a good night. Jeanette, on the other hand, returned home and placed her new acquisitions in the drawer. Slipping off her shoes, she peeled the tiny worn out figure of Michelle off of her toes and threw her in the drawer as well, leaving the room momentarily. Seeing her boyfriend, Mike, the two reuinited for a brief heartfelt moment. “What the hell is happening to us Mike? How did we get so small?” said Michelle while wailing on Mike’s shoulders. “Shhh shhh, it’s okay, we’re going to get out of here it’s okay. “What the hell? I can’t take this you don’t know what she did to me she put me under her foot and kept me there for hours it was awful Mike!! What did we do to deserve this? How are we going to get home to our families I can’t I can’t…. I can…” Michelle was crying hysterically, as were 3 of the other “new” girls that were brought in. Not much later, the drawer opened with the face of death herself peering inside. Seeing Mike and Michelle, she just shrugged her head and picked the two up. “Mikey Mikey Mikey, I can’t believe you’d choose someone like this over me. I guess this’ll show you who’s better.” Lauren cried silently as the two were taken away, for she knew what was going to happen. Jeanette brought Mike and Michelle downstairs to the living room. Nobody was home in the house at the time. Taking some scotch tape, Jeanette taped Mike facing up to the bottom of a glass coffee table. Mike looked up through the glass as Michelle was placed on top of the glass table, directly above him. The two looked each other in the eye and Mike tried to scream something to Michelle. As Michelle turned around, Jeanette’s giant bare foot ceremoniously came down and squashed her to death. Mike watched firsthand as his girlfriend’s body became a pulp. Jeanette said nothing, but was humming in pleasure until she finally got up and cleaned the remains off the table with a paper towel. She dislodged Mike and returned him upstairs to the drawer. As the rest of the group rushed to him in inquisition, he could only turn around and shiver violently as if warding off an unbearable cold rush. If there were anything more inhumane in the history of mankind, he had seen worse. Mike could not utter a single word…
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