It was a lovely summer day for the quartet of friends walking along the tiled pathway that stretched across the coastline. A warm breeze would rush through David’s hair as he couldn’t help but smile, looking to his right to see the three girls he had grown to call friends. Of course the goth girl with the short purple hair right next to him was his best friend, Nina. The two of them had grown fond over the years and gotten their own sense of humor between each other that the other two at least tolerate if they don’t understand. Megan as usual was walking slightly more ahead than the rest, the cheery redhead often walking in such an excited manner that she was visibly the most energetic of the group, at least in terms of spirit. The most physically energetic would have to be the blonde on the opposite end of David, a rather mean, yet still friendly in her own way, girl known as Vanessa. While they were still friends, it would be wrong to say that David didn’t sometimes feel singled out by her antics and mean girl attitude, something that the girls of the group also put up with, but to a lesser degree. He didn’t need much thought to figure it was easier to single him out and mess with him with her crass sense of humor.
The group of friends would continue to walk across the pathway, chatting and having a good time, unaware that the singular woman that was walking in the opposite direction was in fact a powerful witch. Of course, ordinarily there would be nothing to worry about, it’s not like witches just walked around casting spells all over the place. However, this particular day was a rough one, the type which could make a certain spellcaster agitated to the point that even the slightest thing could set her off. Unfortunately for David, he would end up being that thing as he decided to make a friendly joke at his best friend’s expense right as they were passing by the witch. It was nothing really, just a casual comment about Nina’s feet being stinky. It was definitely not the funniest joke, nor was it the most insulting as the others, including Nina, would soon laugh it off. However, someone clearly didn’t find it hilarious as the witch stopped in her tracks, turning around to see the group walking away, not paying her any mind.
She was clearly upset by how he was putting down that girl that was with him, likely reminding her of a similar experience of some kind. Without giving it much more thought she’d suddenly wave her hand as pink and purple swirls would emit from the tips of her fingers and make their way towards the man. “If they’re so stinky, we’ll see how you like feeling belittled and under them!” She huffs under her breath as the spell hits him, a small splash of magic emanating from him before fading away as David suddenly felt an odd sting in the back of his head.
He turned around, his vision getting blurry as he saw the figure of the witch walking away from him. The world then started to morph, getting more distant, a sinking feeling across his entire body as the faces of his friends began to get farther away. He noticed they stopped moving, but they weren’t looking at him despite that, not one of them was saying a word. He then realized what was happening as he looked to his side, seeing Nina’s knees level with him, and then starting to get taller than him. He kept dwindling down until he was around three inches tall, his friends seeming like towering Goddesses compared to him as he shook his head to get rid of the dizzying feeling that now filled his mind.
While he was occupied with that he wouldn’t notice that Nina had suddenly began to crouch down, lowering herself and her hand towards him. By the time he realized what was happening her hand had already grabbed him, wrapping itself around his body. At first he thought she was lifting him up to her face, but as he watched her other hand pull her foot out of her shoe, he began to realize that wasn’t happening. He started to struggle, panicking, screaming at Nina to understand what she was doing. Nina didn’t say a word, instead taking off her sock as well as she revealed her, even at normal size, large foot. David would keep struggling, noticing that the other two were staring directly at him but not saying a word as Nina brought him towards the open sock.
“C-come on, let go! This isn’t funny!” He screamed to no response. His body was held over the sock as he got a sudden whiff of the strong smell from in there, immediately gagging in response and struggling in her grasp, weakly pushing against her fingers in a desperate attempt to get away. He would get away, from the fingers at least. The digits parted and let him go, suddenly dropping him down into the gaping maw of the sock, letting him tumble inside as he easily slid into the toe section. Within moments he went from casually walking with his friends to suddenly being in a stinky prison of fabric, his friend’s sock utterly enveloping his body as he squirmed in panic in the dark confines he was stuck in.
He wouldn’t be alone in there for too long as he soon felt movement. The five creeping digits would peek inside, slowly making their way closer to him. David would then get a good whiff of Nina’s foot smell, immediately covering him nose in reaction as the powerful scent advanced its way towards him. It was a very cheesy smell, lacking in sweaty humidity, but clearly making up for it in the overall foot stench. The filthy sole would soon move towards him, effortlessly knocking him down and slamming itself on top of his body, pinning him against the fabric and pressing his body towards her sneaker’s insole.
Nina would lightly shake her sneaker left and right, causing David’s body to get shaken as well, though kept firmly in place by the soft foot that was laying on top of him. Much of his body was stuck under her sole, the ball of her foot roughly pressing against his chest. His face was wedged firmly under her toes, getting a whiff of the smelliest part as the stench from her toes invaded his nostrils in a most unpleasant manner. Despite all this, the smell and the heat, the claustrophobic feeling, none of that was nearly as pressing a thought in his mind as the how, but more importantly why. David was in complete disbelief not from the shrinking, but from the very idea that his friend would shove him in here even if he was shrunk.
He would then hear the voice of his friends from above. It was a bit muffled, but he tried his best to understand, hoping for any kind of answers as he heard Megan speak: “So, uhm… Why did you crouch?” Vanessa would then quickly chip in: “Yeah, were you smelling your stinky feet or something?” Her tone was clearly in a joking manner, though both of them had an odd atmosphere to them, as if they were walking on eggshells and trying to find the right words to say. Nina would respond rather quickly, giggling a bit as she spoke: “Yea, no. I was just trying my shoelaces, don’t worry about it.” Despite her dismissive tone, it was hard not to notice that her words as well had that strange vibe to them. David felt more than a little confused by the situation, not understanding why all three were ignoring him and talking so weirdly, he knew they for sure saw Nina putting him in her sock!
Unfortunately for him, David wouldn’t have much time to think about this oddity as the foot suddenly began to rise. Nina took her first step forward, the feeling of the area around him lifting into the air being a bit dizzying as David tightly held against the warm skin that pressed above him. And then it started to descend quickly, prompting him to scream out in panic, his tiny voice muffled against her as the foot lands on the ground with a heavy impact. David’s body would get smacked into the ground and pressed against the insole below, the pressure from the step only increasing as her other foot took a step of its own. The skin pressed against his body, its warmth enveloping him completely as he felt like he might overheat. He began to sweat, having difficulty breathing, and even then the only thing he could breathe was the strong smell of the suspiciously dry feet. It’s not that they were completely not sweaty, but for whatever reason his friend just wasn’t feeling hot enough to sweat. Part of him felt like maybe this was related to whatever force put him into this situation to begin with. Granted, this was a very useless thing to ponder when he was desperately trying not to faint from the pressure of his friend’s foot crushing his body.
The pressure would only relieve itself a moment later as her foot lifted into the air once more, giving David a sense of vertigo as his altitude once again suddenly changed. This relief was brief, giving him just enough time to take a slight breather, before the foot descended down once again, slamming into the ground and pummeling his poor body against the insole. He felt lucky he seemed a bit more resistant than his size would suggest, or else he would have easily been turned into a bloody mess in his friend’s sock.
While this was happening, each step thundering around him and bringing more pain, the girls seemed eerily quiet. It wasn’t just that he couldn’t hear them or was too distracted, but a constant sense of unease was felt. Occasionally one of them would make a sound, as if trying to say something, but would then proceed to quiet down just as quickly. The entire scenario was confusing him, but he had no time to think about it as he braced for impact after impact, the walk making him regret going out with his friends today in the first place.
This seemed to go on for an eternity, step after step, each more painful than the last. He never truly thought about how many hundreds of steps a person can take in just a short walk outside. He had lost count after the first hundred or so times that he was muffled into the insole, by now having gotten so used to the stomps that they felt more like annoyances than the extremely terrifying pummeling he saw them as when he was first shoved into the sock. This gave him time to think a bit more, to make peace with the idea that Nina had just kidnapped him into her sock and decided to use him as some kind of living insole. The steps got a bit slower, not that he noticed as he felt like she was going to treat him as some kind of tiny slave now. Then he felt it, the shoe was being taken out, his friend’s foot sliding out of it as the sock was revealed to the world. He felt everything shake around as the foot receded from the sock, the sock rising into the air as he tumbled down the side of the fabric. As the sock was taken out he’d tumble down the side of Nina’s sole, bouncing off it and onto the ground. He closed his eyes and braced for impact, only to realize that he was suddenly laying on the floor. His eyes would open and he’d soon see the terrified faces of his friends sitting on the couch, with himself laying on the ground at their feet.
“W-what just happened?!” He spoke out loud, utterly confused. However, he wouldn’t get an answer as the women that stared down at him seemed to be just as clueless as he was. “I don’t know, it was like I had a barrier in my mind.” Megan explained, to which Vanessa would add: “Yea, it was kind of freaky. Nina, why the heck did you do that? Why would you just put someone in your shoe like that?” Nina herself seemed not just confused, but utterly devastated as she shook her head slowly. “I-I didn’t, mean to. It was like I wasn’t in control of my own body. My hand moved on its own and I just put you there… Why didn’t either of you stop me!?” Her confusion and sense of guilt was soon directed at the other two girls as David took a moment to stand up. “Well I couldn’t. I tried, but every time I was about to it just felt like the words couldn’t leave my mouth. I tried to point your attention to it and ask, but I couldn’t scream at you for it like I wanted.” The normally cheery Megan would admit, seeming also upset by the whole situation.
“Hey, let’s not focus on it too much. It’s not anybody’s fault. Let’s just try to figure out what happened in the first place.” He tried to calm things down a bit. However, his suggestion clearly didn’t help much either as all of them were just left dumbfounded with the entire thing. The silence itself was becoming eerie, Nina trying her best to think, with Megan seeming to have no clue where to even begin to speculate. Vanessa just seemed vaguely pissed about the entire ordeal, having an upset expression on her face as she occasionally looked at her phone while the rest of them were at a loss for words.
Sensing the awkward air around him, David decided to try and break the somber mood with some humor. He’d chuckle to himself, his hand pointing at Megan as he commented: “Let’s look on the bright side. At least I didn’t end up in Megan’s stinky socks or I might have just suffocated long before we got here.” He started to laugh, the others did as well, for a few moments. He felt his head getting dizzy again, reality shifting around him as their laughing voices turned to shocked gasps for but a moment before their expressions were forced to be more blank, ignoring his surprised scream as he began to dwindle down on the ground in front of them. In direct contrast to how they appeared last time when he was on the floor, the sight was now beyond intimidating instead of the relief he had felt. To make matters worse, it seemed the shrinking had made him even smaller than last time, now standing at a mere singular inch in height.
Megan’s foot would suddenly move of out her shoe, her hands removing her sock and revealing the bare sole to him. Already he couldn’t help but get a whiff of the revolting scent that radiated from her foot, the powerful stench she was known for being beyond comprehension at his even smaller size. He began to cough violently as it invaded his lungs, the scent being much more vinegary, one that he could easily describe as fermented in how much you could just taste the layers of old sweat in every breath you took. The thick miasma that soon wafted around him made him struggle to even move, his mind going blank just from trying to comprehend how bad it was.
Unfortunately for him he didn’t have time to think about that as Megan’s foot descended towards him. Within a moment her bare foot was upon him, smacking down until he was pinned beneath her toes and pressed into the rough, tiled floor. Her toes would scrunch up, squeezing on him but also squeezing out some sweat and making it drench his body, the substance that caused the powerful smell sticking to him and being just as gooey and nasty as he would have expected. He never quite knew why Megan’s feet were so bad, but right now he was regretting ever even thinking about finding out the answer to that question.
Her foot would start to scrape back towards her, pulling him across the ground, squeezed on all fronts by the warmth of her toes. It was like being encased in a tight, wet cavern, with no hope of escape. The worst part of the experience was the realization that it hadn’t even started as he felt gravity shift from her foot rising into the air and approaching her relatively long socks. They went about halfway up to her knee, the grey bits of fabric visibly having been a lighter shade prior to her wearing them. He’d get a good peek of the inside of them from between her toes, much to his own terror as he struggled and pushed against her toes, screaming to get her attention.
But there was no attention to be gained as Megan simply shoved her sole inside the sock and then firmly pressed it back into her shoe, sealing him in complete darkness as the warm air only got worse from there. Megan would start to absentmindedly sway her sole, making him dizzy as she just passively sat there, as if nothing had just happened. Nina herself, sporting a similarly casual look, would nonetheless turn to her and speak: “You uhm, really shouldn’t take off your socks, Meg. Those feet are nasty, they could kill someone.” She explained, internally horrified at how little she was able to say. Megan would simply shrug, struggling to think herself as the three found themselves once again unable to break the casual nature of the curse, unable to do a single thing to help David or even bring any kind of attention to his plight within what was easily the worst pair of socks in town.
Megan wouldn’t stick around for too long, being the first to leave as she started to walk back home. Her walk wasn’t as rough in pressure due to his small size and relatively safe position, but the atmosphere was so much worse that it made up for it. David could hardly breathe, the horrible stench of sweat filling his very being as the filth of Megan’s toes began to add up around him, adding to his misery and making the area around him transform into an unbearably disgusting swamp of toejam and sweat.
The wet surface of her toes would rub against his body as he walked, pressing into him and constantly dragging him around as her toes slightly shook from her walk. He would slowly find his face getting pressed into the gap between her toes, shoved right into the wet mess of filth as he struggled and screamed into her foot, unable to get a word in. The entire ordeal was only made worse as the scent continued to infiltrate his nose, pushing into his lungs and making him cough out constantly. It was so bad that it felt like his insides were beginning to burn from the sheer awfulness of the smell, David himself starting to question if Megan ever even washed her feet if they manage to be this much of a biohazard.
All the filth was starting to seriously get to him as it stuck to his body, the wet bits of dirt and sock lint that would make up her toejam constantly rubbing themselves against his puny body, sticking to him and making him slowly get more and more stuck in the toe gap. Before long he found it difficult to even move from there, just weakly letting out squeaks and giving a tiny protesting struggle every time Megan took a step. Things only got worse as the stuff pushed itself against him, giving him a disgusting hug as I got buried into the dirt. It began to push against his face, going up his nose and even into his mouth, making him suffer from the dreadful taste and smell as he could now literally do nothing about it while his friend was peacefully making her way home.
Eventually he just gave up trying to escape, having some time to think and realize he would probably be safe when she took her socks off, that much at least was certain to him. What he found himself stuck on was trying to figure out why this was even happening. It felt as if some force desperately wanted him to be stuck in a sock like this, but he couldn’t understand why. What’s more is that he could tell for certain that he was quite a bit smaller than the first time, able to now get firmly stuck between Megan’s toes. The constant rumbles from her walking weren’t squeezing him as much anymore, but he couldn’t help but find difficulty with his thoughts considering how loud they were and how much they made his whole world shake. But he had to try and concentrate on figuring this out before it would happen again. As far as he knew he might just shrink a few minutes after and end up stuck in her sock while she slept.
Unfortunately he wouldn’t have enough time to think of a solution before Megan finally got home, closing the door behind her and walking over to her bed. She seemed extremely tired, so much so that she just dropped on the bed immediately after reaching it, not even bothering to change her clothes and, more importantly, leaving her shoes and socks on. David began to panic as he realized the sudden stop in motion, followed by tired sighs from the giantess above him as he found himself stuck between the toes of a hanging foot, suspended in the air within his prison.
He felt gravity starting to slowly pull him down, the prison of her toes not holding him well enough as he began to get unstuck from the dirty substance. For a moment be felt relief from this, only to realize that it wouldn’t bring him much freedom either way. Nevertheless he kept trying to squirm around, aiding himself in his escape in the hopes that he might figure something out when he’s finally escaped the grasp of Megan’s oppressive digits. He slowly got unstuck, pushing through, before finally managing to start tumbling down and landing on the soft fabric below as the sock caught him like a massive hammock, albeit a stinky and never washed one.
Despite him being slightly more free now, David would still find himself being constantly attacked by the nasty smell all around him. He could feel as if his lungs were slowly dying with every breath he took in such a powerfully stench-filled environment. He tried to look around, hoping for anything, a way up, a hole in the socks, but he wouldn’t manage to find any hope of salvation in this disgusting situation he found himself in. That was until he started to feel movement again, himself getting shaken around.
Megan had woken up from her nap, having only dozed off for a few minutes as she realized she was still wearing her clothes. She would quickly start to get up from her laying position, sitting on her bed as she sighed and stretched. This motion would cause the ground to shift around for David, followed by the foot landing down and then Megan’s foot swiftly slamming on top of him. David would feel the pressure of Megan’s sole pushing down on his body, making him squeal out against it as she tried to wake up just enough to change her clothes.
The first thing she’d take off were her shoes, casually using her one foot to push the shoe off the other one, an action which would cause the tiny David to get knocked around from the motion. The shoe was finally thrown off, and she’d do the same with the other one. For the first time in hours David would get a glimpse of freedom through the fibers of the sock, but it wouldn’t last for long as Megan’s sole landed back down, squeezing him beneath the ball of her foot in the process as she stood up and started to remove her clothes and put on her PJs.
At this point David started to fear that Megan’s poor hygienic habits would lead to her just sleeping with her disgusting socks on, leaving him trapped against her sole for the entire night as a result. However, much to his relief, he’d feel his prison lift into the air as she began to peel her sock off. However, survival instinct would kick in as he realized falling down wasn’t a great idea either, not wanting to risk the chance that he might not grow back before its too late. He held onto the fabric as he watched Megan’s foot leave, sliding out and revealing the outside world and the floor below. He found himself being pulled by gravity as he tightly held onto the fabric, slowly losing grip as Megan took her sweet time with the other sock.
Eventually she finally held both socks in her hand, just as David’s grip started to falter. However, instead of being set aside like he had hoped, he’d soon feel himself being thrown into the air with the sock as Megan carelessly tossed the two pieces of cloth onto the floor of her bedroom, to be picked up later. David would scream in panic as he flew through the air, something which only caused some of the nasty stench from the sock to be inhaled in his mouth. He was coughing, violently as he fell, landing on the ground with a powerful crash. He remained unharmed, however, and he’d notice an odd sensation all around his body moments after.
He soon began to grow, first walking out of the sock, and then finding himself fully grown in size as he sat on the ground. Megan for her part would let out a sigh of relief as she looked at him sitting there, seeming finally happy that the strange spell was over and she could talk freely again as she spoke: “Jeez, I thought it would never end. Felt like an almost out of body experience.” She explained, but David, who was currently covered in her sweat and toejam that seemed to grow with him, didn’t seem amused or interested to hear about her side of the story as he yelled out: “Really? There’s not a thing you could do? That was horrible, it was like the worst experience I’ve ever had!” He yelled out, seeming a bit too emotional in the situation after being tormented by his friend’s foot for the second time today.
Despite how bad she felt about it, Megan couldn’t help but get defensive after getting yelled at despite her being equally as helpless in the situation as he was. She started to smirk, her old chipper appearance being shown in a more mocking light as she leaned closer, sitting on the bed. “Oh yea? It was horrible? The worst experience ever? Are you sure?~” She laughed, suddenly lifting her now bare sole into the air and bringing it right up to David’s face, the sole which tormented him earlier now being inches away. Her toes wiggled and he could see her grinning face peeking out just above the toe line. “You sure you didn’t love it? Maybe this is some kind of wish come true for a foot perv, huh?~”
David had never had a thing for feet, he didn’t even think about them and his opinion prior to today was utterly neutral. But after today he absolutely despised feet, the suffering he had gone through today making his face contort in disgust as he pulled away, revolted not just by the sight, but by the sheer stinky smell that while not as strong, still was deeply ingrained in his mind, that nasty vinegary scent being downright haunting to him. He shook his head, growling as he began to stand up. “That’s not funny! It was awful in there, I’m not just joking!”
Megan for one didn’t seem as impressed, smirking to herself and kicking her feet back and forth, letting her toes wiggle every now and then in a playful manner. “Of course, of course, you totally hated it. Listen, you don’t gotta keep secrets from us, we’re your friends. We can indulge in your weird fetishes every now and then if it makes you feel better.” Megan kept going, constantly giggling to the point where David wasn’t even sure if she was still just messing with him as revenge for yelling at her or if she actually was starting to believe her own ridiculous claim. He didn’t care enough to find out as he just huffed, leaving the room as he opened her apartment door and left without much word.
He felt a bit guilty for a moment, knowing he probably should have talked with her a bit, but he wasn’t exactly in a mood to deal with petty teasing while being drenched in the other person’s disgusting sweat. He honestly couldn’t even conceive how anyone’s feet could stink so much. The smell still followed him around, and he was making a conscious effort to not walk near anyone as he made his way towards his apartment, far too humiliated already to experience public ridicule. The nasty substance that covered him made him look like he slid down a muddy hill, twice. It didn’t help that it also made it harder to open his door, the sticky and dirty stuff also being a bit slippery as he struggled, before finally getting into his apartment and immediately sprinting for a shower.
He showered for quite a long while, never quite feeling clean enough, but eventually deciding to get out before his skin became so wrinkly he looked like a prune. David would try to go to bed, laying on the mattress and constantly shifting around as he tried to calm himself down and relax. His thoughts were constantly focused on what happened today, trying to understand why or how it was even possible. Any solution to his issue eluded him, no matter how hard he tried he just couldn’t understand it, people didn’t just shrink and those around them didn’t just shove those people into shoes. He started to feel like maybe this all was some kind of dream, and yet it felt too real to be that. He would soon fall asleep, exhausted from the day, his dreams plagued with these same thoughts and the fear that it’ll happen again.
The next morning he would wake up with a sweat, taking a deep sigh of relief that it wasn’t real. Or at least, he did for the first few seconds before noticing the lingering stains on the clothes he dropped on the floor out of disgust last night, bits of toejam still clinging to the fabric. The realization made him shudder, but he knew he had to calm down and get to the bottom of this mess. The first step was to get back in contact with his friends, immediately calling Nina to tell her he’s coming over and to tell the others to do the same. A part of him felt like it was a bit dangerous to risk going back to the people who’s shoes he got stuck in, but at the same time he wanted to be brave and knew he couldn’t get closer to solving the issue without going back.
Once he was dressed he’d start to walk back to Nina’s place, trying to convince himself that this was for the best. However, just as he was walking he’d end up finding himself bumping into a familiar short, blonde figure. Vanessa huffed at the man in her way, realizing it was David as she gave a wide smirk. “Well, if it isn’t the foot boy! Megan told me all about how much you secretly loved being in her shoes yesterday~” Her voice would coo in a teasey manner, clearly having taken the opportunity to tease him about this, like she always did with anything. David himself was mostly just surprised Megan would go so far as to tell that to Vanessa of all people, a bit hurt by it even.
Despite this, David would try his best to not show his discomfort or pain to Vanessa’s casual bullying, knowing well that she’d likely just take that as a sign to prod further. However, this clearly didn’t work as she kept speaking, lifting her shoe up in the air until it was just above her waist and pointing it at him. He couldn’t help but stare a bit at her large feet, the size 11 athletic soles making for an intimidating display. “Don’t take this as a sign of endearment though. I still wouldn’t want anyone like that to come even close to my feet, so back off from my toes, foot perv!” She giggled to herself as the foot lowered back down, clearly seeing the frustration on his face. Vanessa was convinced that this was cause he was struggling to hide how flustered he was, though in reality it was David being unable to hold back the anger he had cause of all this mean teasing. While normally he didn’t think much of what Vanessa said, considering his experiences recently, this was upsetting him much more than it should have.
He stomped down on the ground in annoyance, soon starting to yell out: “As if I would ever want to come near your overgrown soles, bigfoot!” The moment after he said that he heard nothing but silence as Vanessa’s expression went blank. For a moment he thought he truly was that hurtful, only to realize that the world was starting to grow around him once again. David would panic, immediately turning around to try and run now that he knew what awaited him, but it was no use. He shrank down so quickly that it felt like escape was getting farther away faster than he could run. He kept shrinking, much smaller than he was before as the seemingly flat terrain of the pavement started to become a rugged, hilly terrain of rocks. David would turn around, afraid to even look up at his friend now, his size so puny that he couldn’t be larger than a single millimeter.
His gaze would rise into the air, staring up the long, seemingly endless length of Vanessa’s body. The girl who was previously considered the short one of the group was now a towering monolith, so massive that he couldn’t even see her face anymore, Vanessa’s expression being a complete blur to him at this point. The sheer scale of her movements was unimaginable, her foot rising into the air as she moved it out of her sneaker. It felt like a mountain was rising into the sky, even though it was just his short friend removing her sock. Nobody on the street seemed to notice or stop this weird behavior either, granted David had no idea if there even was anyone on the street to see it, his miniscule size making any distance beyond a few feet utterly foggy to his eyes.
He watched as her bare sole now began to descend, her toes the size of buildings as they dropped down towards him. He didn’t even try to run, he knew he couldn’t escape this, as he simply let the gigantic things pinch him between them. The two mountains pressed on him, the warmth of Vanessa’s body heat enveloping him as he got stuck in the wedge between her toes, unable to see a thing in the darkness of her grasp as she began to put her sock back on and slide her foot inside her sneaker again. Despite this he’d keep struggling, squirming, trying to escape, but he only managed to sink deeper as the slightly damp walls caused him to slip and sink between the massive digits of this woman’s second and third toe.
Then she began to walk, her titanic steps shaking the entire world around him. He tried to cover his ears, the sound being utterly overpowering to him as he constantly sank deeper between the gigantic woman’s toes. The sweat that lubricated him would also start to get considerably worse as she walked, though it wasn’t nearly as horrible as Megan’s, instead having a lightly unpleasant odor, but ultimately seeming like flowers and fruits in comparison. This didn’t really do much to help David out, however, as he now feared what would happen if he continued to sink down, constantly losing his footing and dropping deeper into the abyss below him. Within moments he felt the grip of the toes begin to loosen as he suddenly dropped, landing in the arch beneath Vanessa’s toes.
Vanessa’s journey to meet with the others would continue, much to David’s misfortune as her steps would knock him back, sending him sliding further into the middle of the sock, the fabric making him bounce until he found himself being pressed down on by the ball of Vanessa’s foot. The pressure was intense, but the worse part was just how wet it was. He was certain that the tomboy must have gone on a run prior to bumping into him, the sheer amount of perspiration making it difficult to breathe for the speck of a man. He struggled, squirming, but this only made him sink deeper under her sole and towards the middle, eventually finding himself stuck right under the arch.
This position he was now in was safe from her steps for the most part, the arch giving him some breathing room. However, this was countered by the sheer amount of sweat constantly dripping on top of him, covering his body and sticking him against the ground. The fabric of the sock beneath him wasn’t just wet, it was utterly soaked and made it difficult to move at all. The only times he could move was in the brief moments when Vanessa took a step forward, an act which would cause him to get shaken around and bounced between one sticky trap to the next. He was completely helpless like this, and he would have no choice but to simply take the abuse as Vanessa continued her walk, each step akin to a small natural disaster.
As time went on he began to grow accustomed to this new environment, the sweat that covered him now feeling much less dreadful as he focused on simply relaxing and breathing. She soon managed to make her way to Nina’s place, Megan presumably already being there as the three began to talk. At first their voices were a bit muffled, but as David tried to focus he began to understand them more clearly. “Where’s David? He should have been here by now?” David would hear Nina ask, a sense of hope entering his mind as he realized this might be his chance to get noticed and freed out of this sock prison. “No clue, haven’t seen the little foot perv since yesterday. I’m sure he’ll be here soon enough, once he’s done fantasizing about Megan’s foot stench.” She’d tease, poking at Megan. David felt his heart sink, realizing that once again his friends were unable to do a thing about the fact that he was suffering in a sock, constantly being stepped on and squished by his friend’s foot.
It only got worse as Vanessa sat down, crossing her legs as she let her foot hang, tilting it back and forth and causing his body to suddenly smack against the ball of her foot, getting pinned by it there. He would remain stuck there for a little while, helplessly struggling to escape as Vanessa mostly sat there on her phone, the only thing he could hear being the muffled sounds of Nina and Megan talking from the other side of the table. Vanessa for her part appeared disinterested in the conversation, spending the entire time just lazing about and waiting for it to be over. About an hour or so in she’d smack her foot back down, causing David to yelp in pain as the flesh pressed down on him, her sole pushing him into the sweaty fabric of the sock below.
Vanessa, now having to leave, would say her goodbyes to the two girls, now walking out of there and towards a much more familiar location, to herself at least. David had dreaded the thought, but he was realizing that Vanessa was going to soccer practice, every step she made filling him with dread as she squeezed down on his lungs, stealing his air and covering him in more of her hot sweat. It was very difficult for him to stop himself from drowning in the copious amount of the stuff, the thundering sound of every footfall being the only thing to keep him company in the long journey that awaited him. David would find himself praying in desperation, hoping for anything to save him from such a dreaded event.
It would seem like fortune was really on his side this time as he felt the foot starting to slither its way out of the sneaker. He sighed in relief, realizing that Vanessa of course had to change to a different pair of socks and shoes for practice. David was happy that the torment would finally end as he watched the foot pull out of the sock, himself tightly grasping against her toe in an effort to not remain stuck inside. Just as the foot slipped out and the light of changing room hit him, he’d start to suddenly grow in size. Within a few moments he was back to normal, on the floor, in front of a disgruntled Vanessa staring down at him. A scoff would leave her as she spoke: “Get up from there immediately, you perv!”
David would immediately sit up, looking around to sigh in relief as he realized nobody else other than them was in the locker room. Vanessa also seemed relieved by that fact, but it was hidden behind an exterior of annoyance. “This has gotten out of hand. I’m gonna call the others and we’re going to figure this out today, got it?” She spoke sternly, so much so that David didn’t manage to get a single word in before she continued; “Also, get out of here! Wait outside till I’m done with practice, I don’t want anyone seeing you here and getting the wrong idea.” She explained, before immediately huffing again. “Go! Now!”
Despite trying his best to get a word in, he’d find himself unable to as he soon got up and left the building. In the meantime Vanessa would hopefully call Nina and Megan to get here. David himself was now sitting outside the soccer field, laying his back against the bench as he tried his best to think about this situation. He knew it had something to do with feet, the punishment made that clear. And by now he had already understood he was getting smaller every time, the thought making him incredibly worried about how small he might become next time he was to shrink down.
Just then it clicked, realizing exactly what was happening as he gasped in realization. “Wait, is it whenever I insult their feet? Them in general?” He asked himself out loud, thinking back to the first time where he teased Nina’s stinky feet and immediately got shrunken down and shoved inside her shoes. The stench in there was definitely worse than he had thought about when teasing her, however, the irony making him smile for a moment as he spoke under his breath: “Well, their feet were stinky, especially Megan’s.” He chuckled to himself as he spoke, only to feel an odd blur fill his vision.
His eyes widened as he started to panic, letting out a scream that quickly quieted down until becoming completely inaudible. Within a few short moments the world around him was replaced by an unrecognizable environment. He was standing in the middle of an endless field of wood that seemed to stretch for miles on all sides. Splinters tall as skyscrapers would stretch into the sky every now and then, revealing the tiniest imperfections in a seemingly flat landscape. David had shrunk to such an incredibly small size that the bench he sat on created an entirely new environment for him, one which was so incredibly massive that he couldn’t see anything outside of the bench, the simple object becoming his entire world.
He was utterly stranded there, trying to walk to find some salvation, but finding that no matter how far he went he still didn’t get anywhere. He then started to hear rumbling in the distance, multiple sets of footfalls approaching him. He cowered from the sheer force of the steps, their thundering noise seeming closer to actual thunder then any recognizable sound of walking. And then they stood in front of him, three massive figures looming over his body, appearing akin to distant mountains, each of them as large as a planet in comparison to him. It was an awe inspiring sight as he watched one of them start to get closer, moving what he thought was her hand towards him.
At this scale, it was hard for him to tell what exactly was happening, but he could guess that he was just grabbed by someone’s finger, sticking to the tiny layer of oil on the surface of it and being brought down towards a sock. The next thing he knew he was sealed in darkness, sitting on a fiber of sock fabric that was thicker than he was. The sock was his world now, too large for him to even comprehend the entirety of it. The only other thing than sock fibers and darkness was a powerful smell of vinegar that seemed to constantly dominate this terrible environment. Other than that even the footfalls were background noise, the force so massive that it could always be heard and shake the world, but his tiny size making him stuck in place due to the gravity of the sock keeping him there. He could also hear their voices from outside, but he couldn’t understand a word, not even knowing who’s voice it was, just hearing distant rumbling.
“Megan, don’t!” Was all Nina could muster for a single moment, holding back tears as she watched her friend drop into the depths of the sock, gone for good in an instant. Megan, unable to acknowledge it would put on the sock and simply turn: “Yea, I probably shouldn’t take off my socks here, they smell pretty bad.” She explained, both of their expressions had a look of horror, despite the conversation seeming more normal. Vanessa herself tried to keep a casual demeanor, but it was hard not to notice the worry on her face as she then suggested: “Hey, you girls wanna go get a drink? I’m tired after practice and we should probably find somewhere to take our shoes off and relax.” She wanted to emphasize her idea, the other two agreeing to it quickly as they started to walk together as if nothing happened, though on the inside all three knew how hopeless this attempt was going to be even if they managed to remove their socks. They were never again going to be able to acknowledge David, the poor man forever being stuck to the fibers of Megan’s sock.
Despite this Nina never stopped thinking about that. She was his best friend and could do nothing to save him. The cruel thought ate at her mind as she tried to think what she could do. At first she hoped he might just appear one day when Megan took off her socks, but as time passed she realized that wasn’t happening, the poor tiny man being so puny that he was stuck to the fibers of the sock. This theory was only confirmed one day when the three were sitting at her apartment, Megan having removed her socks to let her toes breathe. Yet despite that, David wasn’t growing back.
Nina’s hope had started to sink as she couldn’t help but constantly stare down at those socks. Some time later Megan would go to the bathroom, Vanessa herself seeming completely uninterested and looking the other way. This allowed Nina to swiftly crouch down, grabbing the sock so she could shake it around and hopefully get David to tumble out and grow back again. But this didn’t happen, her hand grabbed the sock and she couldn’t shake it. She felt like a mental block was stopping her from doing anything in relation to David, especially helping him. She wanted to cry, but not much would come out as she simply lowered the sock back down. For David the entire ordeal was just more rumbling outside, shaking him around as he tried to find his footing and figure out where he was even going.
David held onto the hope that he could crawl out of the sock and regrow. He had a good idea of how this worked, and even though he had lost track of time, he was certain that whoever was wearing the sock must have taken them off at least once by now. Unfortunately he couldn’t tell, but either way he had to keep moving. He was hungry and had to constantly search for any random stray crumbs or even bits of toejam from his gigantic warden of a foot. He hoped that he could somehow climb out, moving over the gigantic threads, climbing over the fabric mounds in search of the exit. Unfortunately for him, even if he was managing to make progress and didn’t end up getting turned around, he was simply so miniscule that it’d take him months to move by a quarter of an inch. The landscape of the sock was simply far too hopelessly massive for him to ever escape on his own.
He wouldn’t give up despite how enormous the distance seemed, and he knew Nina wouldn’t give up on him either. And he was right there, Nina was still trying her hardest as the first week of David’s microscopic life passed. She just didn’t know what she could do as any attempt to stir the sock would just lead to her holding it and staring at it. She kept trying despite that, looking at Megan as they walked and trying to talk about it: “So, uhm, do you ever set those socks to dry?” That was it, the best she could muster to say, unable to even hint at the idea of setting them upside down or stirring them up, only hoping Megan might get the hint to dry the socks upside down, somehow.
This most certainly didn’t happen, Megan in truth actually not even realizing the question was related to David since the socks she was wearing at this moment weren’t even the ones with David in them. “What? Well, yea, of course I do, how else would they dry?” She giggled, seeming cheery as she spoke. Nina would only be able to muster a sigh as she looked down at Megan’s shoes, the sneakers which she believed contained her best friend. Internally she was promising that she’d get him out of this, to find a way to rescue him, or to break whatever spell was put on them and him.
David was in a different sock, carelessly discarded in the middle of Megan’s bedroom. It laid on the bedroom floor, collecting dust for a day now, not that it mattered. The environment in the sock was beyond oppressive after being worn for so long, the powerful stench of Megan’s feet constantly filling David’s nostrils, invading his lungs and making him cough. Any progress he was making to escape had halted due to how polluted the air around him had become after days of wear, the ground having a wet sensation on it at all times that seemed to stick to his feet and make it even harder to move.
By now he was just laying on the fiber, unable to muster up the willpower to keep moving. He realized he was stuck here for good, unable to escape. The lack of any sort of distant rumbling had made him realize the sock was taken off a while ago and he was still stuck. There wasn’t even a foot keeping him trapped and yet he was too pathetic and insignificant to even attempt an escape. He realized now that his life as a person was over, he was simply trapped and there was nothing he could do about it. Though in his heart he wanted to believe his friends still remembered him and were trying their best to help him, he knew that if they could do that they would have done so by now. There was nothing he could do, just left to live as a microbe on the titanic fibers of the sock of his unwilling Goddess who he didn’t even recognize. The only hint of her presence was the distant rumbling and powerful stench that made him suffer for every last waking moment of his life down here. He felt sorry at this moment, truly sorry for whatever it is he did to deserve the fate of becoming an insignificant microbe in his friend’s sock.