It’s been quite a while since Mike had last walked in the familiar halls of his old high school. He was in college now, doing quite well, but he couldn’t help but come back for the reunion, especially since it meant he could see his old favourite teacher, Juniper, once again. He still remembers her beautiful figure, her long brunette hair, and in general her impressive assets. He would be lying quite a bit if he claimed he didn’t have an enormous crush on her back then, and still partially does to this day.
Now that he thought about it, that’s more or less the main and only reason he came back, to see her again. She was always nice to him, probably because he was easily the best student in class. He didn’t really have anyone else he wanted to see, most of his other classmates were indifferent to him, not really paying him much mind. Then there was the bullies, something being a so called teacher’s pet brought him a lot of. He still remembered all the abuse he had to go through at the hands of three of the guys in class, they were always shoving him around and messing with him. He hoped he’d never see them again.
And so he instantly would feel his heart skip a beat as exactly those three turned the corner and were coming towards him. He started to panic, wanting to run, or at least hide, but he knew he couldn’t do that. A thought ran through his mind that maybe they changed, though at the same time he severely doubted they became nice people in the last few years. He tried to calm himself down, breathing heavily as he decided to just act natural and pass them by, he didn’t even need to talk to them if they didn’t notice him.
Every step he took filled him with anxiety, trying to seem unnoticeable as he walked to the side, meekly hiding himself. They were loud, like always, talking to each other and making jokes he didn’t quite understand nor want to understand. He was about to pass them by when suddenly he found an arm being outstretched right in his path. His heart sank, realizing what was happening as he turned his face to see the smiling face of the man who tormented him for much of his high school life.
“Well well well, if it ain’t the teacher’s pet. Bet a friendless loser like you came here to see Miss Juniper, huh?” As the leader mocked him, the other two would slowly start to encircle him, trapping him in between the three of them. Mike wouldn’t manage to even get a word out before one of the men behind him suddenly pushed him forward, making him smack right into his bully in the process. He let out a chuckle, then violently pushed him back, so hard that Mike fell onto the ground. “Hey, don’t push into me, dweeb!” He spoke down at him, tormenting him further as he loomed from above.
The three of them would smirk down at him, one of the men take out a vial with an odd looking liquid inside, pointing at it to the main bully who nods in approval and grabs the vial. “You know, we’re only treating you this way cause you’re such a boot licker to that dumb professor. But you know what, maybe we’re wrong for it.” Mike didn’t think for even a moment that this was genuine, but any hopes he may have had of things going well were destroyed the moment the other two crouched down to hold him to the ground and prevent him from getting up. “Maybe it’s our fault for stopping a teacher’s pet from being himself, you know? We really should be helping you, right guys?” The other two began to laugh with him as he started to crouch down too, staring directly at Mike’s face and bringing the vial closer to him.
The vial was nearly touching his lips as this point as the other two men forced his jaw open. “Come on, bottoms up, teacher’s pet, this is what you were always meant to be.” He smirked, before immediately flipping the vial over and letting the contents rush down his throat. Mike soon started to feel incredibly dizzy, the world becoming blurry around him as everything got more distant. Even the bullies that were holding him down felt like they were moving away from him. The world grew darker, the last thing he heard was their loud laughter as he lost consciousness.
By the time he woke up he felt cold, feeling his body was naked and an odd sense of discomfort was on his head, something sticky in his hair. He’d open his eyes wide, in a panic thinking they undressed him in public, only to find out it was so much worse than that. There he was, his bully looming above him, his expression gigantic and taking up the sky. Mike realized he was shrunk and held in the bully’s palm, immediately trying to protest and yell, but before he really had a chance to say much the bully’s voice would shut him up: “I don’t wanna hear your squeaks, shrimp. You can either cooperate and let this be easy, or you can struggle and just get tossed onto the ground to be stepped on and crushed. I suggest you cooperate, it’s not like anyone can hear what you’re saying anyways.”
Mike found it hard to disagree, shuddering nervously. He kept wanting to touch his hair, the feeling a bit odd, something the bully would notice as he took out his phone, turning it around to show the tiny man a picture of… himself. Except, his hair was green, a paintbrush being held in a hand not far away from his unconscious body. “Yea, we don’t want her to recognize you, after all. Gonna be pretty hard to tell the difference at that size anyways, but better safe than sorry and make her think you’re some new version of those tinies that comes with green hair.” Mike began to panic, instantly beginning to struggle as the man squeezed his fist, shutting him up without much effort.
The other two seemed to have already left, likely waiting for him outside as he knocked on the staff room. Before long Mike would hear the distant sound of feet stomping against the ground, a door opening, followed by a surprised gasp. The two were talking, and though he couldn’t understand much of it from being muffled in a fist behind the bully’s back, the other voice unmistakably belonged to Juniper, he could never mistake her soft, yet authoritative tone for anyone else.
The hand soon began to move, opening up and spreading in front as the bully spoke: “Anyways, I brought you this, your very own tiny! I know they’re kind of expensive, but it’s a class gift from everyone, mostly Mike’s contribution though. I don’t think anyone is surprised by that.” He explained, smirking to himself. Mike would stare in awe at Juniper, her towering form now seeming more intimidating than ever as he looked up at her body. She was like a Greek Goddess from this perspective, her surprised expression only serving to inflict a feeling of hope as he tried to yell her name up at her.
Unfortunately she didn’t realize it at all, her hand lowering down and grabbing the tiny man between her fingers, holding him by his chest and placing him in the palm of her other hand. “Thank you so much! I really do appreciate this from you. You truly were the best class I had so far.” She praised, something the bully didn’t much care for but feigned humility and gratitude nevertheless. “Well, I do have to go soon and get to my next class, but thank you for stopping by today, not a lot of students showed up. Do make sure to say hi to Mike for me!” She waved him off, the bully struggling to keep a straight face as he left the office. Mike could hear a light chuckle bursting out of the man as he left.
Juniper would gently move him to her desk and place him down. Her expression seemed a mixture of excitement and an attempt at a professionally stern demeanor. She let him think for a few moments, before then speaking: “Now listen, I am quite busy and my feet are killing me. They usually do whenever I work. So I don’t really have time to play with you or do all the weird things tinies like you volunteer to be shrunk for.” She began to explain, clearly assuming he was any ordinary tiny that gets sold like a product. His heart sank at the realization that she really didn’t recognize him at all, his hands starting to wave around in protest, screaming out her name, his name, anything that could get her to realize what really happened.
She would let out a disappointed sigh, the air from her breath so strong it knocked his two inch tall form onto his ass. “I know you don’t like that, but you really shouldn’t have agreed to be shrunk expecting to be some bimbo’s dildo. Honestly you’re lucky you got me, it could have been so much worse for you.” She explained, and she was in a way correct, he could have been shrunk near those bullies, something he definitely didn’t want to experience. He decided to calm down, her stern gaze being a heavy contrast to her relatively gentle words.
“Glad we’re agreed, so as I was saying, I’m going to need you at my feet at all times during work. Now, I know you’re rather resistant so don’t start acting like you’ll die from my foot!” She waved her finger at him, warning him to accept his new position if he didn’t wish to receive worse consequences for it. He would nod nervously in response, something she didn’t really notice, but she assumed his lack of motion meant agreement with her. She leaned back, smirking to herself. “Good, now let’s get you in your workplace so I can get back to mine, okay pet?”
Her leg would suddenly raise itself up and he’d watch her black flat peek out from under the desk. The sight would probably be incredibly hot if he wasn’t scared for his life and careful of her every movement. Her hand would gently take off the flat from her right foot, bringing it to the edge of the table and holding it there. She would lightly shake it, gesturing with her other hand: “Come on, hop in. I don’t have all day. You need to get nice and cozy in there and ready for my foot, got it?” She explained, her request seeming utterly terrifying, but one that he couldn’t hope to refuse. He had never been into feet, but a part of him also felt slightly aroused by how commanding she was about the idea of having him underfoot all day.
The nervous feeling in his chest was strong, but not as strong as his fear of the consequences as he made his way towards the flat, his head peeking inside to smell the relatively tame scent of her feet. It was clear she showered this morning and the flat was kept clean. He felt like perhaps it wouldn’t be such a bad experience as he soon stepped inside and started to crawl deeper into the dark confines of her shoe. However as he did and as she started to lower it back onto the ground, he would start to regret how willingly he crawled in her. The stronger, more fermented scent of her sweat that was buried in her insole was now pushing itself into his nostrils, forcing its way to his lungs and making him cough in response.
This only got worse as he looked at the exit, desperately trying to escape back out, only to watch a set of playful digits wiggle their way inside. The wiggling of her toes was almost like she was giving a friendly wave, when in reality she was about to trap him in the foul smelling prison of her flat. Despite his protesting screams, the foot would mercilessly slide into the shoe, a simple act from an outside perspective, but an utterly brutish one for Mike as he got smacked against the end of the footwear and pinned down, his body getting pressed tightly into the insole below him. Her toes would gently squeeze and push him around, adjusting his position so he was pushed under the ball of her sole, pressed directly beneath her as she soon began to stand up.
The sheer amount of pressure that soon fell upon him just from the woman standing up was enough to make him squeal out in pain. He was incredibly lucky that tinies were more resistant, because normally he would have been crushed immediately by the pressure of her sole on top of him. Her foot was beyond overpowering, holding him down and making it near impossible to even move. Her very existence on top of him had already brought him to the lowest of lows as his face got pressed into the insole, forced to feel and smell the fermented bits of filth and sweat of the used flats.
She took her first steps, moving towards her classroom with the same casual stroll as she always would. For Mike this was anything but an ordinary stroll, her step suddenly smacking his head down into the insole yet again. The sheer pressure of her foot landing made him squeal out in pain, any idea that this might be pleasant or at least not too bad was shattered beneath the staggering weight of her footfalls grinding his body down with little mercy or even acknowledgment of his torment.
Juniper would walk in class same as usual, starting her lesson with nobody even suspecting that there was a tiny man stuck in her shoe, fighting for air against her sole and trying to desperately push into her for even a moment’s rest. She preferred it that way, obviously not wanting any of her students to know about her little insole pet. Even if it was perfectly legal and acceptable, her students knowing about the insides of her flats was something that greatly embarrassed her to think about that, as ironic as that might be in the current situation.
She would start to take steps towards the blackboard, writing something down as she spoke, her voice too muffled for Mike to understand from this position. Not that he would be listening to it, being far too occupied by getting stomped on and having a mouthful of sweaty insole. He tried his best to move, making slow progress to at least roll his body around so he didn’t have to face the ground. He would get his chance to do so in a few moments as Juniper soon sat down, having given the class a task to do. She would raise her leg into the air, crossing it over the other as Mike felt an odd vertigo from the movement.
She would start rocking her shoe back and forth, causing everything to shake around in the process. Mike tried to look at the silver lining that he wasn’t being stepped on roughly anymore, the sole risen just a tiny bit to allow him to move around. He used this opportunity to flip himself over, now looking up at the bare sole above him as she tried to calmly breathe. Of course, it was made pretty hard to do that when he inhaled the sweaty air, coughing in response and trying to recompose himself.
Unfortunately he would have no such luxury as she suddenly pushed her flat with her toes, raising her heel up and lowering the heel of the flat itself. In an instant the darkness of the shoe was revealed as light from the outside poured into his prison. He could see a bit of the desk and chair she sat on, as well as her massive form extending into the air, but most of his vision was covered by the absolutely overpowering sight of her soles looming over him. He would lie to claim they weren’t beautiful, every wrinkle being utterly perfect, but at the same time this was still the most terrifying experience of his whole life.
The slope started to increase as she pushed the heel down, Mike screaming as he suddenly began to descend, tumbling down the length of the flats. He tried his best to hang onto anything, grabbing at the ground, scratching it, but it was no good as the slippery surface only hastened his descent. Within a moment he’d smack right into the wall at the bottom of the shoe, groaning in pain. Juniper would continue to sway her foot, causing him to get dizzy as everything constantly shook up and down. Despite this he held on tight, scared that she might accidentally send him flying across the room should she move her foot just a tiny bit too quickly.
This went on for a few minutes as the class did their task. By the time she was ready to continue the lesson, Mark would feel the heel suddenly starting to rise back up again. He let out a singular panicked squeal as his body got smacked directly into the teacher’s heel, pressed tightly into the warm and soft surface as Juniper stood back up and continued to speak. The sheer pressure that was on him now under the comparably harder surface was unbearable. It felt like his bones could snap at any moment as he desperately started to push and squirm in a vain attempt to remove the terrifying foot, but it was no use. The pressure was simply too much, he couldn’t even breathe, and as he struggled beneath her he slowly began to faint, closing his eyes as he ran out of breath.
His eyes would slowly open, finding that the surface above him was much less oppressive, though still keeping him down with pressure. He was able to breathe, but he noticed the air was much more putrid than it was before, the sheer concentration of foot sweat making him cough in response. The air itself felt a lot warmed, and he noticed that he was soaking wet in sweat, part of it his own as his body fought against overheating. He wasn’t sure how long he was out, but it seemed that in that time Juniper’s feet began to sweat, the perspiration filling every inch of the area within her shoe.
He began to breathe heavily, trying to use all his strength to get her attention as he placed his hands on her sole and began to push at it. Immediately he felt a shudder as he felt how wet to the touch the sole was, the nasty sweat sticking to his hands. He pulled back, strands of the stuff stretching from the sole to him as he shook his hands in disgust. He desperately wanted an escape, but this place was starting to get unbearably hot and disgusting for the poor man who was beyond drenched.
Just as he contemplated his next move, he’d feel an enormous increase in pressure as Juniper took a step forward, smashing the sole right against his face and making him squeal in panic into it, screaming desperately. This only allowed her sweat to enter his mouth, filling it slowly as he squirmed in disgust from the salty substance invading his throat. The more he struggled, the more it just seemed to violate him as he teared up and desperately wished for this torment to end.
Juniper would take another step, suddenly freeing him as the foot lightly rose back up. It was still on top of him, pinning him down, but at least it wasn’t actively pressing itself into his body. Mike would start to realize that being laid on his back in here didn’t really make it much better, but it was too late to think about changing that as another step was taken and the sole smacked on his body, squishing against him. The slimy sweat would spread around, the substance having gotten a bit dirty too in all this time as Juniper reached the end of her work shift.
Her soles were beyond tired, the little insole not having done that much to help her with that. She contemplated how they’re probably more useful with massages or things like that, realizing her mistake. However, despite all that, she did sort of like the feeling of having a tiny man struggling beneath her while she plays around with him like he’s a pebble in her shoe. It felt nice having someone to toy around with so casually and without anyone noticing while she was busy, it was like having a stress ball.
By now she was done with her shift and headed home. She made sure to take her steps very slowly and methodically, making it so every step was an agonizingly painful and sweat-filled experience for the little pet. Every step he almost lost all air, only to be saved at the last minute as he gasped at the awful, stinky air of her sweat-soaked shoe. Things were only getting worse, getting more sweaty and wet, the filthy stuff beginning to create a small puddle around him and her taking her steps slowly only managed to make things worse. The hot sun was utterly blasting against her, especially her dark colored flats, absorbing more of the heat as they made his environment feel akin to a hot oven, at least if ovens came equipped with a small pool of salty sweat.
Her slow and methodical steps would eventually take her to her car, slowly entering inside it as she sat down and took a few moments to relax after a long day at work. Everything would suddenly calm down for the tiny man, finally giving him a few moments to rest as the pressure on his body eased up. He started to contemplate his next move again, finally getting the courage to look past his disgust and push against the sole, scratching into it, punching, anything just to get her attention for long enough for her to set him free and see it was him down here. His hope was slim, he knew it was a delusional idea, but he was so desperate he was willing to try even that if it meant he’d have a chance at freedom.
He then felt a sudden movement, followed by all his hopes being crushed to dust. The pressure rapidly increased, to the point that it almost felt like she was purposefully trying to crush him, the foot grinding right on top of him and pressing down into the insole. He was utterly getting squished, screaming in pain and getting saliva forcefully squeezed into his open mouth as a result. His world was thrown into chaos and terror, and all of that just because Juniper pressed down on the pedal, driving back to her home. The sheer pressure from this action as the foot pushed down on him would easily top as the worst part of this whole experience.
The sweat kept forcing its way into his mouth, covering his face. The pressure made him unable to breathe even if there was anything but sticky, salty water around him. No matter what he tried he couldn’t move a muscle and every time she pressed down on the pedal he’d find himself screaming instinctively from it. His consciousness began to fade slowly, the slimy sound of the sweat being rubbed around against his body being the last thing he heard before he began to faint. Juniper couldn’t help but smile to herself, enjoying the feeling every time she pressed down on him with her soul. This teacher was definitely going to enjoy her little pet.