[Character Bios]

Jen

Age: 27

Hair color: Black

Appearance: Tall, thin, tan woman with size 11 feet.

Job: HR

Lindsay

Age: 33

Appearance: Average, thin, pale woman with size 7 feet.

Job: HR supervisor

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Jen sighed, wishing that the workday would end soon so she wouldn't die of boredom. Human Resources was far from the most exciting job in the world, and that was normally fine, but today had been painfully dull for her. Her computer being broken also didn't help matters. The IT guys were supposed to have sent someone this morning, but it was almost lunchtime and they still hadn't shown up. She had half a mind to march up to their offices and give them a piece of her mind.

Just thinking about it made her mad enough to stamp her foot. As she did so, she heard a yelp coming from the floor. Curious, she leaned over in her chair to see what had made the noise.

“Uh... Hello,” said the guy on the floor. He was a dark-haired man with a slight tan to his skin; a bit on the stocky side and with a face that would have made him handsome if he were normal sized. At just an inch tall, however, he just looked cute. “Are you Miss Trevor? I'm Stanley from IT. We have a report saying you've been having issues with your computer.”

Jen took a moment to look him over. She had known that there was a tiny working in their building, but she hadn't happened to see him until today. Remembering her training for how to handle tinies, she lay her hand flat on the ground to allow him to climb onto her palm. “It's about time you came, little guy. Er, you don't have a problem with me calling you that, do you? Or am I being insensitive?” she asked as she raised him up.

“Not at all, it's fine,” he said, shaking his head. “So tell me, what exactly do you need help with?”

“It's my computer, you see? It won't turn on,” she said, and began explaining the situation to him.

“I see. I think I know what the problem is. If I'm right, I can probably carry out a temporary fix in just a few minutes so you can keep using your computer until we have something more permanent. If you would just set me down on your computer and unplug the power cord, I could dive in to run a diagnosis.”

“Sounds good,” she said, ducking under her desk to set him down on the computer and pull its plug. “Feel free to take your time, little guy; it's a slow work day anyways.” She looked at him until he climbed into her computer, then sat back up, pulling out her phone to pass the time.

Stanley began looking Jen's computer over from top to bottom. Even though he was pretty sure what the problem was, it never hurt to make sure there weren't any other issues before trying to fix anything. As he worked, he heard a tapping against the side of the computer case. “Hey, uh, sorry to bother you, but do you mind if I take off my boots while you work? My feet could really use some airing out but, well, to be honest they probably kinda smell right now,” Jen called out to him from outside.

Stanley shuddered, remembering his last experience with someone taking off her shoes while he fixed their computer. Still, he didn't want to seem rude by denying her after she'd had the decency to ask him. “No, that's not a problem,” he replied.

“Oh, thank you,” Jen said. He heard a sliding noise accompanied by a grunt, then another one, as she took off both of her boots. Then came the smell that she had talked about. He could see now why she'd felt the need to ask for his permission. Even from inside the computer, the vinegary smell was pretty strong. He immediately regretted giving her permission to take her boots off, but there was no going back now. He would just have to power through his work.

He quickly hurried through the rest of his check-up. In the end the only problem he'd found was precisely the one he'd expected. He went ahead and implemented the temporary fix in just a few minutes, then climbed back outside. “Miss Trevor!” he yelled up at Jen, “Your computer should be working now! Only thing left is to plug it back in!”

“Hmm? Already? Well, thanks for your hard work, little guy,” she said absentmindedly, still browsing on her phone.

Stanley looked around for the plug and winced as he found it had somehow gotten a bit into one of Jen's boots, which were slumped over on the floor. He tried to pull the plug out by the cord, but he couldn't manage; it was stuck on something. He would have to go in and get it out himself.  Steeling himself, he walked over to the boot, the smell getting stronger with every step he took. “Okay, Stanley; just get in, grab the plug, and get out,” he told himself as he climbed into the boot. Just as he was about to grab the plug, however, he felt the ground shift, throwing him off his feet and making him slide all the way down to the boot's insole. He looked up just in time to see a huge foot slide in through the boot's opening. Jen had decided to put her boots back on at the worst possible time, and now he was once again trapped with a woman's foot, right under her heel. “Jen? Miss Trevor? Please, get me out of here!” he shouted, but he already knew it would be no use; his voice couldn't possibly reach her voice from inside her boots.

“Oh, right, the plug,” Jen said as she finished putting on her boots. She grabbed the power cord off the floor, plugged it into the outlet, and hit the power button on her PC. To her relief, the screen turned on just as it usually did, without any error messages or anything. “You still down there, little guy?” she asked, tapping on the computer case. There was no response. She looked around the floor and even lifted her boots in case she had accidentally stepped on him. There was no sign of him anywhere. “I guess he must have gone off already,” she said to herself. She made a note to herself to thank him properly the next time she saw him.

Angry, desperate, and more than a little biz dizzy from the powerful stench of Jen's foot, Stanley began beating at her foot to try and get her attention. He spent minutes at it, but no matter how hard he tried, nothing came of it. Up above, Jen had turned on her computer and was sifting through the company e-mails to see if anything new had come up. IT turned out that nothing had and she still had basically nothing to do right now. Absentmindedly, she began tapping her foot while humming some pop song she had been listening to on her way to work.

Her toe-tapping threw Stanley off his feet and all over her boots, like a rattle being shaken around, until he wound up under her sole. Jen immediately noticed that a tiny little something had gotten stuck under her foot. She wondered what it could be, and began scrunching her foot and moving it from side to side, raising and lowering it back onto the thing to try to get a better feel for it. A piece of lint, maybe. Whatever it was, it felt good under her foot and it felt really satisfying to play with.

She made a game of moving that little whatever-it-was all over her boot, from heel to toes and back again, making sure it touched on every last inch of her foot on its trip. By the time she got tired of her little game, about half an hour later, Stanley was covered from head to toe with her foot grime. More than once some of it had even made its way into his mouth, making him gag on the foul taste. The smell was just as bad as it ever was. If anything, it had probably gotten worse since Jen had put her boots back on, but now that he had started getting used to it it was at least bearable. What he really couldn't stand was how clammy everything felt.

Not long after she stopped toying with Stanley, it got to be time for Jen's lunch break. She got up and walked to the break room, bringing Stanley along for the ride, stepping on him over and over again without realizing it. She ate lunch and then went back to her desk, where she found some work had finally popped up for her. She sat and started doing her job with Stanley nestled underneath her last two toes, the spot where she found she most liked having him. She kept her foot still for a while, and Stanley thought he would finally have a moment of quiet, but before long she started rolling him around between her big sweaty toes again.

A few hours later it was finally time for her to leave work. She went out, got in her car, and drove home, immediately sitting down on the couch and taking off her boots. It was then that she grew curious about that little thing she had spent some time playing with under her foot. She brought her sole up to inspect ti and saw Stanley tucked under her little toe. “That you, little guy? What are you doing in my boot?” she asked, bewildered, as she plucked him out. Then she remembered an online article she'd read once, about how tinies often developed an attraction to feet because that's the body part they were most often at eye-level with. Not only that, but for some unknown reason, they often developed a strong liking of the smell of people's feet. She hadn't been sure whether to believe the article when she had first read it, but now it seemed proven true by this.

Meanwhile, gripped between her fingers, Stanley was filling his lungs with that sweet fresh air, trying to regain his composure so he could answer her question. But “I...” was all he could get out before she interrupted him.

“It's alright, you don't have to explain anything to me. I know all about how you guys develop a certain... interest in women's feet. Someone else might be weirded out by it, but i want you to know I understand and don't hold it against you. I guess it must have been the smell that did it for you, huh?” she asked.

“Wha-, wha-, what?” Stanley sputtered, totally taken aback by her assumption.

“I suppose you must have climbed into my boots for a sniff when I took them off but got trapped inside when I put them on, huh? You should really be more careful with doing stuff like that. You should have asked me for permission, at least. Another woman might have gotten very cross at you after finding you'd hitched a ride in her boots all day. Just something you should keep in mind for next time. Anyway, if you want to spend the rest of the day at my feet, I really don't mind. In fact, I think I might have something you'll really like; a little reward for doing such a good job fixing my computer,” she said as she set off for her bedroom, leaving Stanley on her coffee table, still sputtering incredulously. She came back less than a minute later with a pair of old Uggs. “I've had these for a long while now. I barely even use them anymore. They're a bit beat up, but you won't really be looking at them from the outside so I guess it doesn't matter. Come here,” she said, picking him up and holding him over the opening to the shoe.

“Miss Trevor, please wait! I don't...” Stanley was about to explain that he didn't actually like feet before he was suddenly dropped and let fall into the shoe, bouncing and rolling down ot its tip.

“Enjoy your time in there, little guy! I'll see you tomorrow,” Jen said as she slipped the shoe on, her toes curling around Stanley as her foot settled into it.

Stanley knew he was hopelessly trapped then. It didn't matter if he could manage to get her attention now because she would just think he was busy “enjoying himself” inside her shoe. The only thing he could do was wait for the next day to come so she would let him out of her shoe. It would be a long, painful wait, being stuck with her smelly foot again, and it was soon made even worse as Jen started playing with him again.

Truth be told, her reasons for letting Stanley stay in her Uggs weren't entirely selfless. It just so happened that she'd really liked toying with him under her foot, and she had only come to like it even more after she'd learned it was him she was toying with. It turned out she really liked the idea of having a tiny under her foot, and since he liked it too (or so she thought), she could have some fun of her own while letting him have a good time.

And so she got to playing with him as she went about her day. She especially liked how she could completely smother his tiny body using just her big toe, and how even just her pinkie toe could completely overpower him. She also liked smothering him under her sole, where his tiny movements felt so good for her. She loved feeling him squirm underfoot and the way his tiny hands tickled her foot. She played with him all day long, not even letting him out to eat. She knew that tinies could go for weeks without getting hungry or thirsty, so she figured it was probably fine to leave him in her shoe so she could keep enjoying him.

Come bedtime, she lay face-down on her bed with her shoes still on and bid Stanley good night. Completely exhausted from yet another tiresome day spent under a woman's feet, Stanley walked along her sole until he found a nice, soft, comfortable spot and fell asleep, hoping that tomorrow would be a better day for him.

Jen woke up the next morning wondering why she had left her shoes on all night. It wasn't until she stood up and felt Stanley squirming under her foot that she remembered the reason. “Good morning, little guy,” she said, scrunching her foot by way of greeting. “I hope you had a good rest. I'll be bringing you along to work in my boots from yesterday, so you just stay put and enjoy yourself.” She quickly got ready for work, took off her old Uggs, grabbed her boots, put Stanley into them, slipped them on, and headed out to work. As was heading up to her desk, her supervisor, Lindsay, stopped her in the hallway and said that she wanted to have a meeting with her later on. Worrying about what Lindsay might possibly want to talk to her about, Jen completely forgot about taking Stanley out of her boot to let him go do his job.

A while later, Jen walked into Lindsay's office for the meeting. As she sat down, she began absentmindedly fidgeting with Stanley's tiny body again out of nervousness, rolling him back and forth under her big toe and curling her toes around him, squeezing him like a tiny stress toy. Sore and tired from being battered around by her huge toes, Stanley could only wonder when she would finally remember to let him out, or if she ever would. Being toyed around with, he didn't pay any attention to the muffled voices of the two titan women. He only started paying attention when he heard his name come up some time later.

“Have you seen the tiny who works in the IT department?” Lindsay had said. “Stanley, I think his name is. He was supposed to come over yesterday afternoon to help me with my computer problems but he still hadn't showed up. I called his office to ask about him and they told me he didn't have any other jobs at the moment, so he really should have been here by now.”

“Actually, about that...” Jen began, reaching to take off her boot. “I happen to have him right here in my boot,” she said as she pulled Stanley out and presented him to the other woman. She explained how she had found him in her boots after going home yesterday, saying that he had snuck into them because he has a thing for feet.

“I see,” Lindsay said once she had heard the whole story. “Thank you for bringing this to my attention, Jen. Anyway, that's all I wanted to discuss with you this morning. You can leave now; just leave Stanley here with me.”

Jen obliged, dropping Stanley into her supervisor's hand before heading out of her office.

“Ma'am, please let me explain myself. I don't...”

“There's no need to do any explaining, Mr. Stanley; I can see perfectly well what's going on. I won't judge you for your tastes—if you're into feet that's fine by me—but you can't go around sneaking into women's shoes like that. Even if you don't pose them any harm, it's just not decent. You were very lucky that Miss Trevor is so understanding, but the next woman whose shoes you crawl into might not be. The next time you want to spend time in a woman's shoes, just ask her about it. And don't do it when you still have other work to do, okay? I don't appreciate having been left to wait so you could indulge yourself yesterday.”

Stanley sighed and nodded. He could see there would be no use in trying to explain himself to this woman. “Good. Now, getting back to work matters, there's a problem with my computer that I need you to fix.” She explained her issue and left him on top of her computer so he could work his magic.

With a sigh of relief, Stanley got to work. After such a terrible day being stuck in Jen's shoes, it was good to be out and working again. He took his time, immersing himself in his work, letting it wash away all those bad memories of giant, smelly feet. The problem was a very complex one, and would take a while to fix, but it was very doable. He wouldn't even need to ask Lindsay to unplug her computer while he fixed it.

Two hours later, the problem solved, Stanley climbed out of the computer case and called up to Lindsay. “The problem should be fixed now, Ma'am! Feel free to call me up if it gives you any more issues!”

Lindsay turned down to look at him. “Thank you, dear; it works like a charm now. I think you deserve something nice for all your hard work, and to show you that there's no hard feelings between us, I'm going to reward you by letting you spend time with me feet,” she said as she slipped one foot out of her sandal. She gripped Stanley under her toes and then slipped her sandal back on, her toes settling around him. “I'll call your office up and tell them that I'll be keeping you with me for a while, and to call if any more work comes up for you, so in the meantime just relax and enjoy yourself.”

Stanley groaned and tried to call up to Lindsay, to tell her he would really rather just be allowed to go, but she wasn't listening to him, being totally engrossed in her work. He sighed and gave up. At least she was wearing sandals and her feet didn't smell like vinegar—they smelled pretty pleasant, in fact, like she'd just put on some foot lotion this morning—so it wasn't too bad being down there. Actually, the insole was pretty nice and comfortable, and the temperature was just right. Best of all, she was keeping her foot mostly still instead of constantly moving it around and using her toes to toy with him. At most she would sometimes shift her foot a little or gently scrunch her toes around him. Before long, Stanley found himself dozing off, lulled to sleep by the warm and comfortable atmosphere surrounding him.

He was having a nice dream, where he had found a beautiful woman his own size and had begun making out with her, when a slight shift of Lindsay's foot woke him up again. As he opened his eyes, he realized that he had actually been curled up around one of Lindsay's toes, kissing its skin like it was the woman from his dream. To make matters worse, he looked up and saw Lindsay looking right back at him. “No need to be shy, Mr. Stanley,” she said with a chuckle, “My toes don't mind you getting close with them. In fact, they really like it; isn't that right, girls?” she said as her toes curled around Stanley, playfully wiggling over him and kneading him into the insole. “Think you can handle them? They're very demanding mistresses. I'm not sure if someone of your stature would be able to satisfy them,” she joked as she rolled him between her toes. “But, now that you've kissed one of them, the other four are feeling left out. The five on the other foot, too.” again she gripped him with her toes and slipped her sandal off, leaving him lying on the floor. “Here's your chance to kiss  the others. They're all very eager for it, so make it a good set of smooches, will you?” Then she brought down her feet onto Stanley ever and over again, each time smothering him under a different toe until all of them had spent some quality time with him.

“How was that, dear? Was it everything you ever wanted? You know, I'm actually enjoying the feeling of having you under my foot,” she said as she raised her sole over him. “If you ever feel like doing this again, and you don't have any work to do, feel free to stop by; you can get intimate with my feet anytime you want.” Then her sole came down, pinning Stanley under her big, soft foot, the smell of her foot lotion completely enveloping him. He gave a groan that would never reach Lindsay's ears and started praying for the IT department to call and tell her that there was another computer her had to fix.

The day passed by without that call ever coming, however, and so Stanley would have to spend the whole of it under Lindsay's feet. It wasn't until shortly before the end of the workday that she finally let him go, waving him good-bye and saying she hoped to see him again soon.

Stanley set out on the long trek to the building's exit, wanting nothing more than to get back home. On his way out, a big boot slammed down in front of him, making him squeak. “Oh, sorry, little guy; I didn't see you there,” Jen said as she crouched down over him. “How did the talk with my supervisor go? I hope she didn't give you too much flak for sneaking into my boots. She can be a bit of a stickler sometimes. Anyway, I just wanted to say that I enjoyed our time together, and if you ever feel like spending some more quality time with my feet, feel free to drop by anytime and I'll give you exactly what you want. See you around!” she said, waving at him before turning to leave.

Stanley sighed and kept walking. He tried to think about how nice it would be to get back home, but a thought kept troubling him; there were now two women in the office who thought he was into feet. If that notion spread to other people—if he became known around the office as a foot fetishist—then more women might start putting him under their feet on purpose as a “reward” for fixing their computers. The thought of it made him shudder. He could only hope that the news wouldn't spread.