Ms. Sondra Olivier was not elated at the prospect of what she was about to do. She was kind of taken aback by the conversation she'd had yesterday evening when finishing grading. Oh, the program itself was fine with Sondra. That disciplinary training that the district wanted her to do - it would be useful, she thought, to teach some of the rough boys some discipline, but she learned that it was going to be a student who really did not deserve it, which made her unhappy, particularly as Lee-Reilly made it seem like an experiment in pushing the limits.
And Mrs. Lee-Reilly had told her to prepare for Brett's first session tomorrow - she joked that Sondra shouldn't wash her feet tonight and let Brett be humbled. (Yikes, her feet already have a pretty strong odor.) Oh, and did she have any old flats that were kind of dingy? (Well, yes, but all of her flats were that way. Sondra didn't go shoe shopping much or care how they looked) Can you join me for a walk during lunch? (Sure, I can, but it's going to be 90 degrees. Poor Brett.)
With all these puzzlingly specific instructions completed, and after a brisk walk during lunchtime out in the hot sun talking about the English curriculum with her boss, Mrs. Olivier was ready to call in Brett to her classroom at the end of fourth period.

"Brett, how have you been? I haven't spoken with you since the end of 9th grade. You were a fine student."
"Th-thanks Miss Olivier. Yeah I have seen you in the halls sometimes but I didn't really know what to say."
"Well, I hope you're enjoying 11th grade now. How're your grades?"
"They're pretty okay.... but always could be better, y'know?"
She knew. She had had a chance to see his transcript. Did okay in 9th and 10th grade but he was getting sloppy now.
"Way too early for senioritis Brett!" she laughed.
"Haha I know Miss Olivier, I'm trying!"
Her face hardened very slightly. She had to work into this training, and this was the perfect moment. "Please call me MIZ Olivier Brett. It's true I'm not married anymore, but I don't want to be addressed as Miss like a young woman."
"Oh sorry! My mistake, Ms. Olivier."
"That's fine Brett. Do you understand what we're going to do today and what you've signed up for?"

Brett was silent for a couple seconds - he had somehow expected it would be less awkward or that he'd somehow able to be both show that he was enthusiastic while still being cool about it. In the end, he couldn't quite do it - he had never been told by Mrs. Lee-Reilly what would happen, as they seem to have kept the details secret.
"No, I'm sorry but I don't know. I know you are going to shrink me but I don't know what happens then. I am willing to help you get your certification though."
Sondra was touched slightly but she had to get sterner to get into the mood for discipline. "Well, I think you should have understood what you were signing up for before you signed up for it. You're going to be part of detention on the person of the teacher, just as training for me to have you on my body. I am authorized to tell you what to do while you are shrunk, and you must obey it. I really need you to obey me for your safety since if I expect you to move and you do not, you could be hurt. This is the first of three sessions, and it will be considered "passive" as I will be expecting you to do most of the motion yourself. Do you understand?"
Brett stood up straight. "Yes, I understand."
Ms. Olivier. "Very well. I am ready to begin. Did you wear the approved undergarments, or do you need to change first?"
Brett said "I'm wearing them." He remembered in previous shrinking lessons that you needed to wear fabric which the beam was capable of shrinking alongside your body, or else you'd wind up naked.
With no further warning, Ms. Olivier pulled out the shrink beam and held it up to Brett, pressed the button. There was a quick whoosh, and he disappeared onto the floor in a heap of clothes. After a few seconds she saw a wriggling bit of his own clothes and he emerged wearing the leotard-like shrinkable undergarment. He waved up to her to show he was ready. He was about 1.5 to 2 inches tall, a normal size which was actually somewhat large to fit into her shoe, but it would make him feel more comfortable at least.

"Okay Brett. Now I'm punishing you for what you've done. (That part was hard to say. She really did have an innate sense of justice.) Get into my left shoe." Ms. Olivier said, her voice booming a bit even though she lowered it for him. She removed a titanic-sized foot from her flat and then placed it upright so he could walk along the back of the heel.
Brett's heart pounded. He tried to take it all in. Ms. Olivier's toes were not painted as he had somehow thought they would be. The nails looked healthy but slightly long. But then he walked quickly, not wanting to seem to eager but hardly able to help himself. When he reached the edge of the heel, he started to smell that it was a well-used flat.
Ms. Olivier saw he was there, then she gradually flipped it onto the floor at a rate that would not cause him to fall over. Finally she said "Walk all the way to the toe of the shoe."
Brett started walking, but he saw the foot start to move before he could make it.

The sole was creamy with some dark marks, very different from the color of her perfectly ebony skin on the tops of her feet. Her sole was not especially crusty, but nor had she been pedicured in a long time, if ever.
The stink was increasing as he kept going. Finally he was about 3/4 of the way along the shoe, and he felt a force behind him.
Far above, in a louder tone of voice, Ms. Olivier said "You weren't moving fast enough, so my toes are going to help you get into position."
With astonishing deftness he felt her big toe and second toe wrap around him and pull him into the darkness and stench of the toe of the shoe. Her foot was clammy and smelled very strongly, but he was taken aback by the moist feeling that surrounded him. This woman had a lot of toe jam and grime between her toes, and it was being smeared on his body.
"Brett, I know you can still hear me inside the flat. I'm sorry that my feet smell bad, but this is part of your punishment and you should be eager to avoid it in the future. I did not wash them last night and I went on a jog this morning and a walk over lunchtime. You're going to be experiencing the result of that."
Brett was surrounded by the toes. They carried on pressing forward into the very tip and he fell forward slightly and felt his ankles fall underneath the ball of her foot, enabling the toes to come over the top of his head. Ms. Olivier gripped his head with her toes gently and wriggled slightly. She could feel him writhing as though it was intolerable.
"Brett, stop wiggling. Stay still."
Ms. Olivier did not feel him stay still. She squeezed and he finally stopped.
"Very good Brett. I have papers to grade now. I would like for you to remain as still as you can."


For the next half hour, he was surrounded by her toes, allowed himself to be rubbed by them, and felt the toejam cover his whole body. He felt like he was being submerged in a vat of smelly cheese, and he'd have sworn she enjoyed doing this.
Then a slight hum. What was that? He focused on the sound of what it made and felt a subtle wave of heat building in the shoe. Was she going somewhere, is that what motion felt like inside a shoe? What was he hearing?
Finally it hit him- a space heater. She was pointing a heater at her feet, and it was almost June. This had to be calculated to make it more unpleasant. Seriously?
Sweat began to form of his own origin and hers. Her foot smelled so strong it was starting to make him light-headed. It was going to be a long afternoon.

After what felt like an eternity getting lubricated by the teacher's foot sweat, he felt the meaty toes grasp him again and lift him off the ground. Looks like he was leaving the flat. Whoa, the ground was so far away! Be careful!
Sondra set him down finally on the ground. She struggled to do it smoothly, so he tripped on landing, but he wasn't hurt and waved up to say so. Her right foot remained in the shoe and she kind of tapped it expectantly...
"Now Brett, thank you for complying so far. But I really need to test your obedience to commands, so I'm going to ask you to do something unpleasant. Are you ready?"
Brett waved and did an exaggerated thumb's up. He had mixed feelings about the intensity of it, but Ms. Olivier couldn't imagine how much he enjoyed the visceral feeling of being clobbered by her big toes.

"Okay Brett I'm taking my other shoe out of my flat now. You'll see that this foot was facing the heater directly." The dark foot was ominously glistening with sweat and he could see evidence that it had as much if not more toejam than the other foot he'd been fondled by.
She paused, then proceeded.
"Brett, I want you to use your hands and mouth to scrape away and eat all of the toejam on my right foot. This is not my idea but the principal thinks it is a good test of the limits of discipline. It is a lot of mass to eat, but I feel that you can do it as you haven't eaten since lunch."
Brett was bewildered. He stood agape and shook his head. That was too far, it was going to make him sick.
"Brett, you may not refuse. I know it's going to be gross, but we are in training now. I need you to obey my orders. If you don't do it, I will hand you over to Mrs. Lee-Reilly and she will find a punishment for you, probably shrunken detention for several days."
Oh shit he thought, this isn't a joke. He was really going to have to do it. It was scary and yet he was unaccountably thrilled at the prospect that she was making him do it.

Each of the four toe gaps had something to consume. He started on the smallest toes and worked his way inward. At first it was only like one mouthful, but there was a huge wad of it between the first and second toes which took him time to eat. He was basically eating a whole meal comprised of salty, cheesy foot funk from his English teacher. If he had put it all out on a plate, it would be like a large dinner, all of it made of the foot sweat and skin cells of this middle-aged prim Haitian woman whom he ultimately realized he'd had a crush on for 2 years.

When he was nearing the end of the job, he saw her face looking blankly down at him. Ms. Olivier was still in a disciplinary mode. But then she softened. "Brett.. Wow, I almost can't believe you did it. I know it must be disgusting. Well, now I need you to finish off with one final foot punishment."
"You will repeat this and clean between the toes on my left foot, eating all of the matter you find. If you do not complete this for both of my feet, I will force you to try again tomorrow - and I will try to make it worse by not cleaning them in the meantime and shrinking you to half the size. Before you try to scream up to me that tomorrow is Saturday, please remember that I am empowered to use your services on the weekends if required - you have so agreed when volunteering."

With no alternative, Brett started on the other foot. Somehow it was worse the second time around. Some of the packets of toejam were very dry in his mouth and he found himself licking some of the sweat beads off her feet just to lubricate his mouth enough to do the job. He looked up at her and saw her close her eyes and grin when he licked, as though it was some extra bonus and she didn't notice he was looking.

But she snapped out of it. This wasn't for fun, although she could hardly believe he was doing it. I guess the shrinking really does change the mindset of the person, she thought. Would that any misbehaving asshole in her senior class could be subjected to a bit of foot detention.


The foot detention was over and Ms. Olivier had resized Brett back to normal size. She finally allowed herself to be open and friendly, which greatly put at ease the embarrassed student. She got Brett a bottle of water which he gratefully grabbed, still in the shrinkable leotard. He was going to sit down for a minute and then reclothe fully before leaving. It was only 4:30pm - he would be able to skateboard home in plenty of time for dinner, but he doubted he would have much of an appetite by then. His stomach felt stuffed with foot gunk.
Ms. Olivier spoke while shaking her head. "You were a trooper. I'm sorry Brett. This program wasn't my idea. When we're in the training mode I have to practice being a disciplinarian - maybe it comes more naturally to me than some people."
Brett didn't speak but he nodded while swigging the water.
"Will you be able to continue? You are of course allowed to stop the training, but you'll only get part of the extra credit offer."
Brett then steeled himself and said as calmly as he could: "Uh, It wasn't *that* bad I guess. I don't ever want to do that again, but I still, y'know, wanna get the extra credit. I'll be back for the next round. What day are we doing it on?"
Ms. Olivier narrowed her eyes and smiled thankfully. Despite what she'd just put him through, he thought she looked positively beautiful in that moment. "What day works for you next week?"
Brett legit had to think... what was happening Monday? It seemed like a million years from now. He suggested it.
"We're out of school Monday" Ms. Olivier said amusedly.
Brett, slightly more red-faced, then hastily proposed Tuesday and they agreed to continue after school Tuesday.