« Are you okay? » asked Laura. 

« Yes, all good, thank you! » Answered Jim.  

« Oh….alright, well I was just a bit worried cause you’ve been there for quite a while now, and your face is all dirty now.” She said, looking down at her boyfriend.

“I am perfectly fine!”

“Does it taste good?” she asked.

“Yummy!” he said, smiling.

“Okay. I guess...I’ll talk to you later then.” She gave him the most beautiful loving smile. Those two really loved each other beyond measure. She then covered the 12 inches young man with both her dirty high heel boots again, resuming studying. He was laying down under her desk in her room and he was licking her boots clean while she was studying. Not something uncommon in their relationship. He had dirt on his face all over, and he was happy.

Laura was a goddess looking blonde girl with long flowing hair down the middle of her back. She had blue eyes, a few freckles, Great breasts, nice legs, big round glasses that made her look serious and cute. She was around 5 feet 3, wore size 6 shoes, weighted around 120 lbs, and was still living at her parent’s place. Her father was a rich lawyer and her mother would work only 2 days per week, and she was a cleaning obsessive. Laura was studying in a private school, with the uniform and all, and she wanted to become a psychologist later in life. She was an A+ 17 years old student, loved to watch funny sitcoms. A girl to dream for. 

Jim, also 17 years old, was a handsome young man, brown hair, 6 feet tall, muscular and athletic. He was living with his average not-too-rich family and went to public school. He also was lucky enough to be Laura’s boyfriend. He had a huge woman shoe and feet fetish that almost nobody knew about except his lovely girlfriend Laura, who accepted it without any second thoughts. She even had fun having him under her wonderful feet that smelled like heaven no matter the situation. He met her online on a dating site for teens and since then both were in love. He also lived at his parent’s place, but they were 500 km away from Laura, that was some kind of long distance relationship that was a bit hard to manage. They tried to see each other once every two weeks. 

Typically, their relationship was based on phone calls and internet chat, and text messages, until finally they could see each other over a week-end. Then once together, they would kiss all the time, cuddle, hug, kiss some more, and spend every single minute together, as much as possible, because they knew that once the week-end was over, each would be alone for the next two weeks or so. Jim would often massage and kiss Laura’s beautiful perfect shaped feet because he loved them so much. Laura would always giggle and close her eyes, enjoying every moment of it. Sometimes too, she would shrink him to different heights and play with him with her feet and shoes. She was always a bit reluctant to shrink him to smaller sizes under 6 inches, she didn’t want to accidently hurt her boyfriend, but they did experiment with the shrinking ray a few times. Jim loved how Laura’s feet smelled, for him, it was pure ecstasy. All her shoes were also perfect, he loved every single pair from her most beautiful high heels to her trashed flip flops or ballet flats. 

Jim and Laura were happy that way. Problem is, people around them thougth their relationship wasn’t the best for them and tried to reason them into dating someone closer. They were often fed up of being told what to do or think about how to live their own relationship. They liked it the way it was and loved each other.

“Can I unshrink you now?” she asked him when she was done doing her homework. 

“Just a few more minutes!” asked Jim, giving her boots a few more tiny licks, eating the dirt and dust from the soles. He contorted to reach the sharp heels and licked them too. Laura giggled and watched him. “Okay, all good now.” He said. Laura then rolled her desk chair back and grabbed the shrinking ray. She pointed it towards her naked 12 inches boyfriend on the floor under her desk and pressed the buttons. “Wait!” he said, but it was too late, he grew back to normal size, hitting his head under the desk. “Ow!” he said, they both laughed and hugged. He dressed up and went to the bathroom to wash his face a bit, the dirt didn’t grow with him, but his face was still dirty. 

And then the week-end was over, way too quickly, and Laura borrowed her mom’s car to bring Jim back to the bus station where he would just leave and go back to his hometown, again, like usual, this moment was always the hardest because they had to part. They hugged for a long time while waiting for the bus, and kissed passionately. 

“I love you my princess.” He said. 

“I love you my prince.” She answered and smiled. One more pop kiss and he was on the bus, waving at her. And that was it again, both would be physically separated for two more weeks.

At 17, struggles of life aren’t that big when compared to later. Jim and Laura were having a good time. But like in every relationship, sometimes things get a bit complicated. That specific week-end, when she came back home, Laura had to endure her strict mother’s speech about the fact she was tired to have a stranger in her home every two weeks, that he wasn’t a good guy for her, that she deserved better and that their weird shrinking stuff and foot fetish was disgusting and that she should stop seeing him. Laura’s mother, Suzy, didn’t like Jim at all but remained hypocrite when he was there. In private tho, Laura would always take his defense. 

“He’s a good man, mom. He makes me happy.” She said. 

“He is not for you! He has problems. It’s been a year now, and he’s always coming over here every two weeks and I am tired of this ridiculous relationship. You should break up and look for someone that lives closer, from a good family.” That was what Suzy said to her daughter. Laura tried not to let her mother influence her relationship because she loved Jim way too much. That conversation was left open like that, Laura went back to her room to read a book and send text messages to her boyfriend, little hearts, cute hugging cats and love words. The 2 weeks would feel super long again. 

The 29th week-end

Laura: You can’t come this week-end. 

Jim: Why?

Laura: My mom.

Jim: but I miss u

Laura: miss u too <3

Jim: Next w-e?

Laura: Maybe. 

It has been 3 weeks since Laura and Jim didn’t see each other. Jim was getting a bit nervous and both missed each other greatly. Laura’s mother Suzy had placed a veto on seeing Jim every two weeks and wanted them to take distances. She did put a lot of pressure on her daughter to be good at school and have good grades and take her responsibilities in life, and she only saw Jim as a distraction that would ultimately cause Laura some troubles. Suzy wasn’t a mean person, she was strict. She came from a strict family, and she wanted her oldest daughter to succeed in life more than she did herself.

The youngest daughter, Laura’s younger sister Angie, well, she was more the disobedient punk who didn’t care how mad her mother would get at her and only wanted to piss her off all the time. The kind of teenager that didn’t give a shit about anything and just wants to hang out with their friends. She was a slacker who didn’t give much care about school. Suzy did all she could but has decided that Laura would be the proud jewel of the family and that she should invest more energy in trying to make her succeed than waste her time with her youngest daughter. She did love Angie, but she was always being challenged by her and it got on her nerves. She would then clean the house as a meaning of distraction and anger management. The family wasn’t dysfunctional, but close. Laura was the one absorbing the stress of her mother most of the time and she would be grounded or forced to do homework or to go to bed early and... in the current case that matters: stop seeing Jim. 

The cute couple exchanged a bit more chat messages and then Jim had an idea. They had seen each other 28 times over the last year and a half. Many week-ends of happiness. now he wanted to see her again. 

Jim: Keep me shrunk in your shoe. She won’t know.

Laura: U crazy?

Jim: Crazy for u my princess.

Laura: cute <3. But u know it’s dangerous

Jim: I don’t care, just wanna be with u

Laura: if my mom finds out, I’m dead,

Jim: come on come on, say yes, plz plz plz

Laura: idk, how small?

Jim: 2 inches?

Laura: Way too small babe, i don’t wanna hurt u

Jim: 3 inches?

Laura: 5... and you will have to shut up the whole time.

Jim: omg, yessss I love you!

Laura: And I don’t want any squirming. Are u sure you can take the pressure, last time you were quite knocked out.

Jim: Yup I’m a pro. Done deal baby. Luv you so much

Laura: Love you too

Jim: i take the 1:00 PM bus saturday, u pick me up?

Laura: okay!

Jim: can’t wait to see u

Laura: me 2

And that’s how Laura and Jim planned out a secret plan to be together while escaping Suzy’s menacing surveillance over their relationship. Laura was so happy, she could only think about Jim coming over, and Jim was also as happy, but even more, since he would be shrunk to 5 inches and be hidden in her perfect girlfriend’s shoe. Fact is, the shrinking process made his body very durable and hard to crush and they both knew about it, but Laura was still being over careful because she loved Jim too much.

When saturday finally showed up, Jim couldn’t hide his happiness and he was so nervous on the long bus ride that he wasn’t able to stop smiling. Being far away has some effects on emotions. He was so eager to see his girlfriend, he had brought only a small bag for his belongings and a chocolate box for her. When he finally stepped out oft he bus, she was there waiting for him and as soon as they were close her grabbed her and hugged her up in his arm she couldn’t touch the floor anymore. She grabbed his head and they both started to French kiss in public like if they were in a hotel room. 

“I missed you my princess.” Jim said, his heart beating so fast out of pure love for Laura. Her blonde hair were flowing on his head, she smelled like strawberries and coconut. 

“I missed you too.” Said Laura. They kissed again, and finally Jim let Laura back on the floor and replaced one of her loose hair behind her ear. She blushed. They were the happiest couple in history right there and only them could know. They started walking to the parking lot. 

“I borrowed my mom’s car, she thinks I’m gone to the library to study.” Said Laura, while walking and holding Jim’ hand. He just nodded and looked down. Laura was wearing a flowery dress showing the contours of her round breasts and the inner curve of her lower body. She also wore a pair of jeans under that dress, it gave her a very special look. The jeans were boot cut and she was wearing white and light blue Puma future cat sneakers that she had for about a year now. Jim could catch a glimpse of her light blue cotton socks. “Stop staring at my feet, Jim.” She bumped his shoulder with a fist. 

“Hey! But I have to look where I’ll be spending my time!” Jim sais kiddingly. 

“I know.” Said Laura smiling. “I knew you’d like to be in these.” She winked and grasped her boyfriend’s hand tighter, cause she loved him and she was so happy to see him. 

“I brought you chocolates!” Jim said. 

“Oh you’re so cute! Thank you!” Laura exclaimed. They continued to exchange like that while walking towards Suzy’s car in the parking lot. It was a nice luxury sedan that Jim always wanted to drive at least once but was never allowed to. They both sat in the back, closed the door and kissed. They touched each other, grasped, hugged, kissed each other for all the 3 weeks they couldn’t. They almost had sex right there in the car on the backseat, but Laura’s cell phone was ringing, it was her mother. Laura pushed back Jim and that both sat straight up. Laura took her phone and looked at her boyfriend. “Shut up and strip.” Jim obeyed and knew that this meant she would shrink him soon. His heart raced. Laura brought he phone to her ear. 

“Hi mom.....Yeah....mmhmm. No I won’t be late for dinner. I know mom. Yes....alright, bye.” Laura hung up the phone and put it back in her purse. She looked at Jim who was almost all naked. She looked around outside the car, nobody was approaching. 

“Is she mad again?” asked Jim. 

“Always.” Laura said. “You know you’re sexy do you?” said Laura winking and biting her lower lip. 

“That’s only for you princess.” He said, removing his boxers and putting all his clothes and belongings into the bag he brought. Laura loosened the laces on her left sneaker and pulled it off. She teasingly brought the shoe over Jim’s nose and he took in a deep breath. The smell was powerful but so good Jim rolled his eyes and became much less tensed. His muscles came to ease, his mind started to relax, he took in some more deep breaths into the shoe Laura was holding on his face and loved it. The mix of Laura’s naturally perfect body odor and the fact that her house was always cleaner than any other house made Laura’s feet odor so perfect. The leather and material of the old shoe, the year of use, the absorbed footsweat, all conditions were gathered to make that shoe odor the best there could ever be. At least for Jim.

“Stinky enough?” Laura said with a chuckle and a beautiful smile. She replaced her blonde hair behind her ear. Jim nodded his appreciation into the shoe. Laura brought then cuddled her boyfriend, and removed the shoe from his face only to kiss him with soft loving lips. “Remember okay?” she said in a whisper. “No squirming, and do what I say and stay quiet. If my mom finds out we’re in big trouble.” 

Jim nodded and kissed his girlfriend with passion for the last time before shrinking. Laura smiled and took the shrinking device out of her purse and turned it on, entering the desired height and agreeing to user agreements. “I love you!” they both said. The machine turned on and it took about 5 seconds to shrink the naked Jim down to 5 inches, thin and cute on the car’s backseat. It took him a few minutes to get adjusted to his new way smaller perspective on everything but he was used to it and enjoyed it. His huge mega beautiful blonde girlfriend was next to him smiling.

“You’re so cute...!” she said. “Alright the plan is... I’ll grow you back later tonight after dinner so we can sleep together, and I’ll shrink you down again tomorrow morning before my mom wakes up, then you spend the day in my shoe, we’re probably going shopping so you’ll love it, lots of walking.” Laura said brining her Puma sneaker close to Jim. It was a bit longer than him. Laura continued: “....then I’ll bring you back for the late PM bus and grow you back so you can head back home.”

“Okay!” said Jim, stepping inside the sneaker and slowly lying down, his head first, on his back, into the dark cavern of the worn shoe. He crouched and sat, then slipped himself inside like a mechanic would slip under a car. Laura smiled down at him, and as soon as she couldn’t see his face anymore, she brought her foot to the opening of the shoe. The pale blue socked foot slowly slid over the small man. Laura was very slow and careful. When her toes reached her boyfriend’s face she scrunched them a bit and fitted them over his small head. She felt his torso under the ball of her foot and his body was under the arch of her foot, with his leg spreading so she could rest her heel directly on the shoe’s insole. 

“You okay?” she asked. She heard muffled and could feel the tiny head nod under her toes. She finally fully inserted her foot intot he shoe and wiggled her toes, pulled on the lip and settled in comfortably. Jim’s 5 inche body was being absorbed by the thin cushioned insole of the shoe, making it almost flat, but Laura loved to feel her boyfriend’s body. It wasn’t the first time they were doing this and of course both enjoyed it to the fullest extent possible.

“I’ll tie the laces now baby.” Laura said, again taking time to care about the man she was about to walk on for the rest of the day and evening. She tied the laces but not too tight. She gave her boyfriend a few more wiggles to see if everything was alright and comfortable and stepped out of the car to give him a few steps. 

Jim was in pure heaven inside the sneaker. His body was engulfed by his perfect girlfriend’s socked foot and squeezed between its marvelous weight and the shoe’s worn insole. The smell was 10x better than he remembered and he couldn’t get enough. His head was comfortable between and under Laura’s socked pedicured toes and his body was being crushed under her weight. This was his dream, he loved that girl so much. He had been training his muscles to hold the astonishingly heavy weight of his giantess goddess. The shrinking process did the rest of the job. Not only he wouldn’t be crushed too much, he would be able to have a lot of fun feeling the perfect foot over him heat up and make him cozy in his entrapment. He relaxed with his face buried up in the humid sock material over his face. He let the pleasure sink in. He tried to mold to his girlfriend’s movements so she wouldn’t feel resistance while walking. He made himself an insole and he was indeed a pro at doing it. Laura could easily walk on him like that without inconvenience, and since she enjoyed it a lot, she bit her lower lips and sat at the driver’s seat to drive back home before her mother would call again. 

Once at home, after making sure coast was clear, Laura walked in the house, trying to look normal, but having a 5 inch man in her shoe. She joined her mother, father and sister for a Saturday evening family dinner. At some point during the conversation, Suzy mentioned how happy and good it was to actually have a good dinner like that without any boyfriend visitor. Laura didn’t like that and started arguing that her boyfriend was a good guy and that she loved him and missed him, while scrunching and wiggling her toes on his face.

“I am not saying he’s not a good guy, Laura. He’s just not for you. You are worth more than he can offer you.” She explained. 

“Yeah and he’s a foot freak. I bet he would lick my disgusting stinky feet after soccer and he would enjoy it. ” Added Angie with a chuckle, poking her food in her plate. 

“He’s not a freak!” said Laura, defending her lover. 

“Laura, you have to admit your sister has a point here.” Said their father. Laura pushed her plate away and stood up. “Laura, sit down.” The man added. 

“No, I’m sick of this and I’m not hungry anymore. Leave me alone.” Laura then quickly ran to her room, under threats from her mother that she would be grounded or worse if she did not come back. It wasn’t usual for Laura to disobey her mother’s direct orders, unlike her sister, but this time, love was the boss, and she was hurt by her own family’s opinion on her boyfriend. She locked herself in her room and cried. Jim could feel his girlfriend’s disarray above him and he had heard everything, muffled, in his cozy shoe position under her foot. Laura expected either her mother or father to come to her door and knock, but none of them came, maybe this time they actually felt bad about what they said. 

Laura waited a bit more before untying the laces of her Puma sneakers and freeing her boyfriend. She pulled him out of the shoe slowly and carefully, like if he was made of crystal. She had been crying and all her makeup was now ruined. 

“I love you Jim.” She said, bringing the five inch little man to her chest, hugging him and pressing him on her breasts. 

“It’s okay Laura.”

“They are so mean.” She said. 

“I know. But the important thing is that we stay together, and we are strong that way, right?” said Jim, trying to comfort his girlfriend. She nodded. Then she brought the shrinking device and grew him back up to normal size. They both ended under the bed sheets and kissed, hugged and cuddled for the rest of the evening together. They had a really good time together, very sensual, like two real lovers until they fell asleep together in a loving embrace. It was a bit early to go to bed, but Laura and Jim were so happy to be together it just felt good to just share a moment of silence in the bed together and they eventually fell asleep for the whole night. 

Thing is, on Sunday morning, very early, there was noise in the house, unusual commotion. Then a knock on the bedroom door and someone trying to open the locked bedroom door. 

“Wake up Laura! Let me in!” It was her younger sister Angie. 

“Fuck...” said Laura, Jim moaned and slowly woke up and immediately felt himself shrinking next to his girlfriend. “I am sorry!” she whispered. “Emergency!” she added, while looking at her boyfriend shrink down again to 5 inches. She quickly grabbed him and brought him to her closet. “Shut up and hide.” She lowered him into her black leather knee high boots until he was completely hidden. She didn’t leave him time to say anything. Jim was down head first into the boot, trying to stay quiet, but repositioning on the flat sole to at least lay on his back in silence and wait for things to happen and Laura to deal with the sister situation. Laura went to open her bedroom door in her pyjamas. 

“Angie, what’s up, it’s Sunday!” she said, opening the door. Angie pushed herself inside and closed the door behind her. 

“I know he’s here.” She said. 

“What who?” asked Laura. 

“Don’t be stupid Laura, your boyfriend, Jim, I know he’s here.”

“No he’s not!” said Laura. 

“Mom knows too. She found the bag you left in her car, idiot.”

“Fuck.” Laura said. 

“She’s furious!” added Angie. “You’re in fucking trouble.” Angie seemed to be genuinely trying to help her older sister. In the background, Suzy yelled Laura’s name so loud, the house almost vibrated. Angie locked the door. “Give him to me, I’ll hide him, and pretend it’s the bag from last time you saw him and that he forgot it.”

“That’s a horrible plan, Angie. She’ll never gobble this up.”

“Come on you don’t have time. Let me help.” Said Angie. 

“Why are you trying to help me Angie?” asked Laura. 

“I dunno. You’re my sister, I guess. And we both know mom’s crazy.”

“LAURA!!!!” yelled Suzy from the living room.

“Quick!” said Angie. “I’ll hide him.”

“But where?” asked Laura. 

“Here.” Angie slipped her cute bare foot out of her fluffy house slipper she wore with shorts and T-shirt. “Put him in there, I’ll bring him to my room and hide him for the moment so you can deal with mom, then you come get him when she’s calm.” Angie’s plan sounded like it could work, and the last thing Laura wanted is for her mother to be upset and yell. She indeed had to go confront her and needed a plan. Angie was there for the rescue. 

“Alright.” Laura walked back to her boot and picked up Jim by the ankles and pulled him out. “Did you hear everything?” she asked him.

“Yeah but...” Jim started, but he wasn’t able to continue. Laura brought him and kneeled in front of her sister to place Jim inside Angie’s fluffy slipper.

“There, just do what she says and I’ll find a way to come get you later.” Said Laura, making sure Jim was in the right position for her sister. She looked up at her. “Did you shower?” she asked. 

“Oh come on...” said Angie, shoving her foot inside her slipper over Jim, trapping him under her sweaty unwashed barefoot. She made her foot comfortable and rotated her ankle, making sure the boy under her foot was placed in the correct position for her to walk without him being uncomfortable. Jim couldn’t help but notice how strong Angie’s foot and slipper smelled. It wasn’t unpleasant, but different. Plus her bare toes on his face had sock lint and her bare feet were a bit dirty. Angie wasn’t as caring as her older sister when it comes to having perfectly cute cute feet. She didn’t care much. “I’ll be in my room.” Angie said opening the door and walking in the hallway to her room. 

“Be careful!” Laura said, looking at how careless Angie was when she walked on her boyfriend. Angie closed the door of her room behind her. Laura then took a deep breath and walked downstairs to go talk to her angry mother. It wasn’t the first time she would confront her about Jim, knowing that she didn’t like him at all and their long distance relationship, she knew that she was in trouble, but she also knew that it would be alright. What she was afraid of, was her sister’s behavior for the next 30 minutes and how she would treat her boyfriend. Hopefully, not too badly.

Interestingly enough, Suzy wasn’t as angry as Laura thought she would be. She did make it clear that this bag wasn’t there the day before and that she knew her boyfriend was in the house somewhere. She really was more disappointed about her daughter was disobeying and giving that fetishist guy more importance than her studies or anything else. 

“I do not want to see him. He is not welcome in my house anymore. This boy isn’t for you, how many times will I have to tell you? Break up with him.” Suzy said to her daughter. 

“I don’t want to, I love him so much!”

“This isn’t love, Laura. Love is about a successful relationship between two people who share. You and Jim aren’t sharing. He gets what he wants, and you get nothing but a distraction from your studies. Look at your father, he is a successful lawyer because he worked hard and because he had a normal relationship and married a normal, intelligent and rigorous woman, not some twisted loser.” Suzy was trying her very best to be convincing. She knew that her daughter was indeed in love, and she didn’t like the way things were. 

“I don’t care mom, Jim is the one I want to be with, and if you don’t want him to come here I’ll just leave.” Laura said. This was the starting point of a long argument about life, responsibilities, and an unending monologue from Suzy. 

Meanwhile, in Angie’s room, things were completely different. 

“You have 10 seconds to lick the dirt off my feet.” said Angie on a very dominating voice to the 5 inches tall naked Jim on her bed. She was sitting her back against the wall and her legs extended towards Jim on the blanket, who was at her feet. She was crossed her ankles and was wiggling her toes, an evil smile drawn on her young visage. 

“No.”

“I just saved your fucking life and my feet are dirty. Do it.” She said. 

“I don’t want to lick your feet.” said Jim. Fact is, Jim was loyal to his perfect girlfriend. He completely disagreed to being taken care of by Angie who actually didn’t understand what loyalty was. She was a rebel in heart, enjoyed challenging, enjoyed doing exactly the opposite of what people would be expecting from her. Deep inside his heart, Jim had only eyes for Laura, none for any other person in the whole wide world and being treated like this by Angie wasn’t interesting to him at all. 

“Lick them or I’ll make you regret it.” She said. Her bare feet were close to Jim, and they were indeed dirty from walking around barefoot.

“Yeah? What will you do exactly?” said Jim, trying to stay strong in front of this young bratty girl.

“Mom asked me to bring you back to the bus station. I’ll put you in my sneakers and just do that. Either you lick my feet and see Laura again, or... I’ll just do what my mom wants me to do, for once.”

“What? Come on...This is nonsense... You can’t bring me to the bus station, you don’t even have your driver’s license.” Said Jim, turning his back and walking away, trying to look around for a way to get off the bed. He couldn’t really get far as Angie moved like a cat and snatched him with her hand. “HEY! Leave me alone! You can’t do this to me! Angie, don’t be an idiot!” he screamed. But Angie stood up off her bed and walked to her closet. She held Jim in her fist and sat in front of the numerous pairs of shoes she had. 

“Oh come on, you like feet more than anything else, don’t lie to me, you’re not good at it.” Said Angie, picking up a pair of old white and black adidas superstars that had seen better days. She looked inside, the white fabric was blackened, the laces were loose and dirty, there were footprints inside, socks lint stuck to the fabric, the shoes reeked and could be thrown into the trash, but Angie liked them. “I gave you a choice.... seems like you have chosen.”

“Angie, be cool! I like your sister’s feet, not everyone’s! Now let me go!” said Jim, trying to talk his way out of this troublesome situation. 

“What’s wrong with mine? They are cute! Worth licking!” said Angie. Indeed her feet were cute, but she didn’t take as much time to take care about them as Laura would do with hers. Laura had perfect feet. Angie had smelly....not so perfect feet. They still looked nice, the shape was great, her toes were cute, and the arch was high and all. Normally, Jim would like Angie’s feet, but he wasn’t in love with them, he loved Laura’s, and all of this situation made him extremely uncomfortable. 

“Cute maybe, but no thank you. Stop, Angie. I never did anything wrong to you, please respect me and let me go.” Jim said. He was older and more mature than her, and tried to reason with her. 

“I saved your butt from my mom, and I offered you the privilege of licking my feet to save your relationship.... what’s wrong with you, are you stupid or something?”

“Yes, exactly. I am stupid. Now, please let me go. I don’t want to be in your disgusting sneakers and I want you to respect my decision. Go get Laura.” He said, still being held quite tightly by Angie’s giant hand. 

“Well, stupid, this could have gone way easier for you if you just cleaned my feet like I asked you.” Angie said, suddenly showing some evil spark in her eyes. She lowered Jim into her right sneaker, ignoring his struggles and squirms, ignoring his screams and she stuffed him inside against his will, without much trouble, head first. She didn’t care to put socks on, she just rammed her foot inside the shoe over Jim and forced it inside no matter how Jim was positioned. She got her whole foot inside over him, chuckling at his helpless muffled screams and gave him a stomp. She loosely tied the laces over and put on the other shoe. 

Jim felt like he was being raped. He felt forced to be in contact with another woman’s foot. Other than Laura’s and he didn’t like it at all. The overwhelming smell of the old shoe, along with the dirty barefoot entrapping him forcefully felt like assault and disrespect. Jim was in fact a young man guided by honor and he respected people and most of all, his girlfriend. He feared she would be mad at him for not defending himself better against Angie, and felt awfully guilty of what was currently happening to him. He tried to reason himself into being the victim, but his little tiny penis was erected, his face was being trapped under Angie’s toes and between them, and his whole body crushed under her warm barefoot inside those dirty sneakers he often saw her wear. He tried to think about what would be his excuse to his girlfriend when she finds out he was aroused by her sister and he felt so terribly bad he wanted to cry. He refrained from doing so, trying to focus on the weight of the younger girl standing up on him. What was she planning? Why was this happening to him, He only wanted to be with Laura. He missed her so much, the night was so perfect, her body smelled so good, and now his was inside a dirty shoe prison about to be ran on, apparently. 

What Laura didn’t know, is that Suzy had asked Angie to make Jim regret being an intruder in the house. Angie had to take Jim back to the bus station and unshrink him and send him back home. She had tasked her daughter to do this, hoping she would do it. She gave Angie some money to take the city train to the bus station, gave her the shrinking device, and had placed Jim’s bag of belongings in the garage. Angie walked down the stairs and passed through the living room, watching her older sister and mother talk. She made eye contact with her mother, who winked at her with complicity. She then had eye contact with Laura, she looked pissed and mad, she had been crying. Laura frowned and her look meant something like “where is my boyfriend?” Angie grinned at her sister and pretended to just don’t care. She walked past them and went into the garage to pick up the bag and go out of the house, bringing little Jim along under her foot inside her shoe. She walked the neighborhood to the city train station, with pop music in her ear buds.

“Mom!”

“This has to be done, Laura.” Said Suzy on a very strict tone. “Do you want me to get your father involved?”

“No!” said Laura, crying. 

“Then understand. This is for your own good. You will not see Jim again, do you understand?” said Laura’s mother. 

“This is unfair! I HATE YOU. You are ruining my life!” Laura blurted out, she stood up and walked back up to her room crying and whimpering. She slammed the door of her room shut and locked it. She sat on her bed and cried, feeling completely powerless against her mother and completely sorry for Jim, who she knew was being trapped inside her sister’s dirty sneaker. She felt like every single member of her family was against her, plotting to make her life complicated and hard, trying to make her and Jim break up. She couldn’t even trust Angie now that she knew she was part of this scheming against her. She stuffed her head into her pillow and cried. “I am sorry Jim, I am sorry, I love you so much, I am sorry...” those were the words she kept repeating in her head, not only sad, but in complete distress and pain. She was heartbroken by her mother, betrayed by her sister, and ignored by her father. She only wanted to be with her lover, and everything and everyone were against it, and she hated them all for it. 

An hour and a half later, Angie removed her now warm and sweaty smelly foot from her adidas sneaker and picked up the battered and beaten Jim out of it. She had walked and stood on him all this time, playing with his little flat body under her foot. They were at the bus station, in the ladies restrooms. She used the shrinking device to grow him back to his normal height, naked and confused. She threw him his bag and looked at him like if he was a ridiculous looking stranger.

“You’re trash. Stay away from our family. Leave Laura alone, go back to your fucking village and find yourself another girlfriend, as stupid as you are.” Angie said. 

“Angie! Come on, this can’t be serious...” Jim said, putting on his boxers and pants. 

“You’re a foot freak loser, okay? Now fuck off.” Angie said with a bratty behavior.  She put on her shoe and left Jim in the restroom, who was trying to dress up for his dignity. 

“Angie, wait!” he said, putting on his socks, and t-shirt. He grabbed his bag, his wallet, cellphone, and everything. A woman entered the restrooms and looked at him with judgement. He brushed it off and walked out. Angie was already out of sight, she was gone. He looked at his cellphone and he had a text message from his girlfriend. 

Laura: I am sorry baby, my family is evil. I luv u my prince. I will always love u....u r the love of my life. But we can’t be together. I am sorry. Go home, don’t talk to me anymore. It’s over.

Jim was heartbroken. Was this the end? He felt his heart shatter. Laura had been brainwashed into breaking up with him or something by her evil mother. Jim cried, dropped his bag, missed his bus, and lied down on one of the bus station’s benches in tears until there were no more tears to cry. He took the late bus that Sunday, eyes red. He wanted to text his girlfriend back, but he was unable to find the words... he cried for the whole bus ride home, worried, confused and broken.

The 30th week-end

Laura and Jim continued to talk to each other via text messages and phone, and sometimes on the computer via emails because such a perfect couple doesn’t break up that easily. Laura was shattered, she didn’t know what to do about her upset and strict mother and Jim, as much as he wanted to be with his girlfriend, could not imagine how it was now possible considering even Angie was now against him. It had become almost impossible for the two lovebirds to see each other and their relationship suffered a lot from the distance and the lack of physical contact. 

As for Suzy, she and her husband talked in bed about how they were seeing their daughter sad, depressed and hardly focused at school because she missed her long distance boyfriend Jim. It was hard for them to imagine that Laura wasn’t able to move on, that she really loved him from the bottom of her heart and that they were responsible for this mess. Together, they decided to be a bit less strict and let Laura see her boyfriend and invite him to come over for week-ends on 2 conditions. The first one was that Jim would have to be shrunk as soon as he arrived and unshrunk as soon as he would leave because they didn’t want to have a stranger with them for breakfast and in their home week-end routine all the time. They liked to have intimacy and time for themselves without Jim being there all the time, so having him always small made that part tolerable. The second condition was that all the family members would have the right to have Jim in their shoes or use him any way they see fit, not only Laura, and Suzy was to decide who and when. Laura’s father was often working on week-ends most of the time and didn’t want to get involved in this, he also respected the fact that Jim had a woman’s foot fetish and that for him, it was absolutely gross to ever think a man could be involved. With these two conditions in hand, all the family had a good talk around a good dinner about the fact that Jim and Laura could be together..... but if one of these conditions were broken, it would be over and non-negotiable. 

“You want to make my boyfriend your slave...” is what Laura said when she understood all the details and the conditions. 

“Take it or leave it Laura. I clean the house, I clean your laundry, I cook all your meals! Your dad makes enough money for you to be in a good private school. I think without saying you owe us, these conditions are not too hard to accept.” Suzy explained. 

“Yeah, you okay, maybe, but Angie... she doesn’t do shit.” Laura said. 

“Language.” Said her father. 

“Hey... I want him to clean my shoes too, why would SHE be allowed to have her boyfriend over and I get nothing?” complained Angie. 

“You, Angie, you get that privilege only if you start doing good at school and be nice at home.” Suzy explained. 

“Well I have to talk to Jim about this Mom...maybe he won’t like it. You know he likes my feet, but I am not sure he will like yours..” said Laura, eating her dinner. 

“Why not?... My feet are perfectly fine. Some people say they are even cute.” Said Suzy, half offended. 

Laura’s loving heart was kind of happy again and when she announced the good news to Jim, he was  kind of happy too. The relief came from the fact they could see each other again, but Laura and Jim still had that little bit of bitter feeling about the fact they wouldn’t be able to be together at normal height to cuddle and make love and kiss and all of what normal couples and lovers enjoy to do. Laura immediately called her boyfriend and talked to him.

“At least you’ll get to smell my stinky feet all the time.” She said giggling on the phone while lying on her belly on her bed. 

“Except when your mother claims me, or decides it’s Angie’s turn.” Said Jim. 

“I know but, hey, it’s better than not seeing you my prince.”

“I love you Laura, you know that, right?”

“I love you too Jim. I’m sorry my family is being so mean, but I prefer to have you small, than not have you at all.” Laura said, half talking to Jim, half studying. 

“It’s alright. Just agree to the deal, I’ll do what your mother says. I would do anything for you Laura.” Said Jim. They both were so deeply in love and excited. “So we see each other this week-end?” asked Jim. 

“Sure, you take the Friday bus?” asked Laura. 

“I will my princess, I can’t wait to see you.” Said Jim. 

It would be the 30th time Laura and Jim would see each other on a week-end. For the occasion, Jim decided to buy a bouquet of flowers for Laura, but then decided he would give it to Suzy, her mother, so he could try to be on her good side and hopefully be spared. He didn’t really want to be under Angie’s feet again, and he never thought about being under Suzy’s and when he would think about it, shivers would go through his spine, unsure if it was a good idea. He could only think about how the woman was always wearing those white leather low heeled wedges boudoir mules in the house all the time and how stinky her feet must be in those. As for Angie, he had tried already, and knew he didn’t enjoy it at all. 

But Jim wanted to be with Laura. He was indeed ready to do almost everything to make this ultimate dream possible. His love knew no bounds. When Friday came, he wasn’t able to control his heartbeat in the bus and his bouquet of flower was starting to dry a bit from the lack of water. The long afternoon bus ride ended up with great joy as he could hold Laura in his arms and kiss her when he got down from the bus. Her smell was so perfect, he kissed her neck, her cheek, her mouth, they French kissed, her continued to kiss her head, her hair, her shoulder. He couldn’t get enough of his girlfriend, and she couldn’t get enough of him.

“I love you.” Said Laura. “We don’t have much time, my mom is waiting outside in the car. She wants me to shrink you and put you in my shoe right away.” Laura said. Suzy had picked her up at school and brought her to the bus station to retrieve her boyfriend. Laura didn’t have time to change and she was wearing her school uniform: a white blouse checkered green and navy school skirt, her navy knee-high thick cotton socks and her black dusty and worn school loafers. Those shoes had a small half an inch platform in front and a big chunky heel of about 2 inches and a half. They were comfortable, and almost all the girls at her school wore them, except a few. Those shoes were years old, maybe 3 or 4 years old. 

“Where do I strip?” asked Jim, looking around the busy bus hub, unsure. He gave his girlfriend another pop kiss on the forehead. 

“I don’t know.” Laura said, looking around as well. “Let’s go back to the car and ask my mom if I cans shrink you at home.” Laura said. They both walked hand in hand, exchanging love words towards the exit and up to the parking lot where Laura’s mother was waiting impatiently. When she saw Jim, she sighed. Both got inside the car, on the back seat. 

“Laura with did I tell you?” asked Suzy, not even saying hi to Jim. 

“I know, but there are too many people for Jim to just strip naked.” Said Laura. 

“Hi.” Said Jim. 

“Come on, strip now and make it quick. Did Laura tell you the new rules?” said Suzy, looking at Jim through the mirror. 

“Yes, Ma’am.” Said Jim. “But...”

“There is no but, Jim. Strip now, or go back home. And if you are shy because I’m here remember that I will see you naked anyway, when I toss you inside my shoes... Now, come on, we’re in a hurry.” Suzy said on a very strict non negotiable tone. Laura kissed her boyfriend and her started to strip until her bare naked. He stuffed his clothes in the small bag he brought and, he tried to cover his manhood, shy and a bit humiliated to do this in front of his girlfriend’s mother. But she indeed had a point. Laura pointed the shrinking device to him. 

“So, 5 inches alright, you ready?” she said with a smile. 

“As always.” Said Jim. 

“Wait, no, 5 inches is too tall. Shrink him smaller!” said Suzy from the driver’s seat, turning on the car engine. 

“But mom, he’s going to be too small!” said Laura. 

“Shrink him to one inch and put him in your shoe. We have to go to the groceries and pick up your sister and everything and there is traffic, and I am not in the mood to start arguing.” Suzy really was pissed for some reasons. Jim nodded to his girlfriend, meaning that it would be alright. Laura adjusted the final size to one inch tall and pressed the button, unsure. Jim started to shrink on the backseat, it took no time before Laura could barely see him. 

“Oh my god, he’s so small, mom! Come on, this could be dangerous for him at this size.” Said Laura, very concerned. Suzy gave her daughter a look that meant she didn’t care. Laura picked up her right shoe off her foot and brought it over to her lap. She tried to carefully pick up Jim with her index and forefinger. For him, Laura was so big, it was very hard to acknowledge what was truly happening. “Okay Jim, I’ll talk to you later!” she said. “I love you okay?” she added. Jim nodded, but he could only focus on how big his wonderfully beautiful girlfriend was. He then looked down as she was lowering him into her warm school loafer she had been wearing all day long. Jim lied down when the high arch of Laura’s foot would be, so her could have some space and not actually be crushed too much, even if he enjoyed that feeling very much. Laura looked so concerned, she was reluctant and uneasy at putting her foot back inside her shoe, it took her more time than usually she was so careful not to crush her lover. She inserted her foot over him, slowly, until she was able to fit in her heel and finally settle her foot inside, sealing Jim under her socked arch. 

“Happy now?” she told her mother. Suzy just scoffed and told Laura to come sit on the passenger seat because she wasn’t a taxi driver she said. Laura stepped out of the car and did what her mom told her. The next 30 minutes stuck in traffic was only filled by Suzy’s monologue about how important it is for her to do what she says and to focus on her homework over the week-end even if she was allowed to have Jim visiting. 

For Jim however, these 30 minutes of traffic jam passed like 30 seconds of pure ecstasy. He was finally under Laura’s perfect foot, deeply inhaling and filling his lungs of her foot stink. He couldn’t stop smelling that wonderful smell he had been waiting for and dreaming about for so long in the past weeks. He couldn’t be overwhelmed enough, he wanted that odor to engulf him even more. How could a beautiful girl such as Laura could also have the most beautiful feet ever that smelled the best odor ever? That was a question Jim would never be able to answer. Her feet didn’t smell bad, but for the common people, they didn’t smell good either, it was just Jim’s own tastes and love that made it wonderful and perfect. Laura was indeed perfect for him. He was in heaven. 

Laura and Suzy did the groceries together, all this time Laura was walking over Jim, barely feeling him, but sometimes she could feel him move, and she was hoping he was kissing her foot and enjoying himself down there. She wished that he could be normal size so she could hold his hand and hug him, but having him in her shoe, and knowing he enjoyed every second of it, made her happy. She felt very happy and soon forgot about the bad mood of her mother and they both had fun doing the errands. They ended up picking Angie who had skipped classes again. She sat in the back seat. 

“So, is the scumbag in your shoe?” she said as soon as she sat in the car behind Laura. 

“Don’t call him that.” Said Laura. “And yes he’s in my shoe.”

“Can’t wait to crush him again like last time!” Angie said. “He loves my stinky feet.” she added. 

“No he doesn’t. He loves my feet only.” Laura said, trying to comfort herself and defending her boyfriend. The car ride back home was filled with bickering and chit chatting about the fact Jim enjoyed or not feet that were not Laura’s, but Laura would always back up Jim and tell her mother and sister that her boyfriend was a good guy despite his fetish and that he was loyal and a good lover. 

“When we arrive, I want you both to do your homework while I prepare dinner.” Said Suzy. 

“Homework, pfff...” scoffed Angie. 

“Okay...” said Laura. 

“And you give Jim to me, so he won’t be a distraction, Laura.” Said Suzy. Laura wasn’t very happy that she couldn’t keep Jim with her while doing her homework, but she complied to her mother. For her it was almost like a privilege now to be allowed to see Jim and, she felt like she had to just comply and buy peace with her mother for everything to be smooth. “He will clean my shoes.” Suzy added. 

“Those shoes?” said Laura, looking down at her mom’s wedged high heel platform sandals she liked to wear during late summer.

“Yes, they are dirty and I want them clean.” She said. Laura sighed heavily. 

“Okay but I don’t want any of you to use him like a slave after that. He’s my boyfriend and I love him, he’s here to spend time with ME, not you.” Laura tried to be a bit more confident and it worked. Suzy agreed that once she would have done her homework she could have Jim in her shoes for the rest of the week-end without being annoyed. Angie protested, but Suzy decided that since it was the first week-end with these new conditions, that it would be kind to let Laura and Jim be at peace a bit. She knew all too well that the subsequent week-ends would be a bit different. She was already planning in her head the pair of shoes in which she would like to feel the squirming little foot freak of a boyfriend Laura supposedly loved. 

Things went exactly as planned. As soon as they all got home, Laura removed her shoes in the hallway and handed the shrinking device to her mother. She then walked downstairs to her room to do her homework and left Jim in the care of her strict mother. Suzy wasn’t as careful as her daughter, she didn’t like Jim very much. She grabbed the shoe and tilted it backwards and say little naked Jim slide down to the heel section. She picked him up and without even talking to him, she dumped him on the doormat inside the house at her feet. Having a a one on one moment with Jim, she just stood up and brought her huge foot, still wearing her sandals, over the confused little naked man on the floor. She then stepped down, burying him under the thick heavy and dirty sole of her platform wedged sandals and twisted her foot on him a bit. She could feel him squirm under her sandal and enjoyed it a bit. Jim on the other hand, was being crushed under the massive titanesque shoes of Laura’s mother and couldn’t do anything but suffer for the time being, wondering why she would do this to him. Once Suzy was done crushing him for her own guilty pleasure, she stepped off of him. 

“You will lick my shoes until I tell you to stop. Soles, insoles, sides, everywhere.” She pointed the shrinking device on him, and grew him up to 3 inches to give him some good size to do his task. “If I am not happy with the result, I’ll crush you like I just did again, this time with all my weight. Did I make myself clear?” said Suzy looking at the 3 inches naked boy at her feet. She bent down and untied the little buckles holding her sandals to her feet and finally stepped out of her shoes. She didn’t care of Jim answered her question or not. She stepped a few steps to slip on her white leather boudoir mules and walked to the kitchen. 

Poor Jim had been tossed and crushed and stepped on and trampled and now he was confused. Everything went way too fast for him since he arrived in the big city. He looked at the huge platform sandals next to him and rubbed his hair with a hand. He was alone in the hallway, he knew the girls were in their bedrooms and that Laura’s mother was in the kitchen. To him a good minute to figure out where to start, but he decided to get to work and do what he was told to avoid problems. He started with the sides of the sandals. The job was colossal. He gently licked the shoe material and could get whiffs of the insides, where Suzy’s foot have been resting for hours that day, soaking the insole with her footsweat. He wasn’t disgusted like he thought he would be. As a matter of fact, Suzy’s sandals didn’t smell bad at all despite their age and condition. They smelled like her feet, but Suzy was a very fashion woman taking good care of her feet like her daughter. She would often get pedicures. Jim licked and licked, it seemed like time was slower now as his let his tongue taste all the dirt and sweat from the shoes he was ordered to lick. In order to do a good job he had to climb inside and lick the insole. It was particularly tasty where Suzy’s toes had imprinted the insoles and darkened it from constant wearing barefooted. But Jim had a stupid hard on he could not hide and could not understand. Was he getting hard on her girlfriend’s mother foot smell and dominating ways? He didn’t know, all he knew is that he was discovering he liked it pretty much more than he expected and he was troubled by that, being a loyal man and a loving boyfriend to Laura. It all felt wrong inside him to actually enjoy what he was doing, and he tried to reason himself. It was in vain, he couldn’t get enough of that sweat on the insoles and he started to literally lick and swallow every little piece of gunk he could put his tongue on. He even chewed on some dried foot sweat he found. He was humiliated beyond measure. He decided to end his tedious task, after an hour and a burning almost bloodied tongue, with the dirty soles. He pushed the giant shoes, letting them fall on their sides, to actually lick the soles clean, all enjoying it way too much than he should. 

Suddenly the main door opened and a gust of fresh air came inside the house blowing gently on Jim’s naked body. A tall man, Laura’s father, walked in and closed the door behind him. He took a moment to actually look down, but he finally spotted Jim between his wife’s sandals. He gave him a quick frown, then a nod, from his gigantic height. 

“Jim.” He acknowledged. 

“Sir.” Jim saluted back and stopped licking.

“Is the taste of my wife’s shoes to your liking?” the giant asked from above. 

“Yes sir.” Said Jim, very frightened. 

“Good...please go on.” The giant said. He looked at Jim resume his licking job. 

“Can someone tell me why Jim is not if one of you girl’s shoes right now?” he said out loud so every member of his family could hear him loud and clear. Jim felt bad. He felt like the man didn’t want to see him. He was probably expecting Jim to be hidden and not have to even see or salute him at all. Suzy came into view. She walked closer to the hallway and hugged her husband and kissed him, having to stand on her tip toes to do so. Her heels lifted up from her house mules. Jim looked up at the giant couple. 

“My fault sweetheart. I wanted my shoes clean.” Suzy said. She then turned and looked down at Jim and at her shoes, she picked one up and inspected it. “Looks like you are quite good at this, Jim. I’ll make sure to put this talent of yours to more use. 

“Come on, Suzy, we agreed on this.” Said the tall man. Suzy nodded and called Laura out loud. Laura almost jumped all the stairs down at once. She quickly ran down the stairs to her mother who just called her. 

“Laura, put your foot freak of a boyfriend into your shoe. I don’t want to ever see him again for the rest of the week-end.” Said Laura’s dad. 

“Yes dad.” Laura said. 

“And shrink him smaller.” Said Suzy, handed her daughter the shrinking device. Laura nodded and picked up her tiny naked boyfriend. She had changed to more comfortable house clothes, sweater, sweat pants, white cotton socks. “in fact, keep him in your sock.” Said Suzy. 

“Yes mom.” Laura brought her boyfriend up the stairs and into her room, she closed the door behind her and locked it, finally alone with her lover. “I am sorry Jim” said Laura as she placed him on the bed table. She sat on the bed next to him, and removed her right sock. 

“It’s alright my love. I would do anything for you.” Jim said. 

“You’re so cute and perfect, I don’t deserve you.” Said Laura. She smiled, god she was beautiful, she was the sommum bonnum of beauty, Jim’s heart was pounding like if it wanted to break his chest. Laura pointed the shrinking device to Jim. “is one inch okay?” she asked, being extra careful and concerned. 

“Perfect.” Jim said, simply happy to see her in real life and not over text messages or webcam. 

“Alright.” Laura pressed the button and Jim immediately shrank down to 1 inch in size, very very small. “I don’t like it when you’re too small Jim, you look so fragile and I don’t want to hurt you.” Laura said, picking him up. “But it’s my parent’s rules...” she said hovering over her sock. She then caved her fingers over him and plunged her hand into her sock to deposit little Jim inside it. “I love you.” She said. He answered but he was very small and Laura did not hear it. She felt him kiss her hand tho, just before she released him. She was a bit reluctant to put her perfect bare foot over him but she did it anyway, slowly, and carefully. She felt Jim tiny body under her toes and wiggled them. She fitted the sock on her ankle and used her fingers to gently help Jim turn sideways under her second and third toe, with his head in the space between her big and second toe. She felt tiny pecks and kisses and she smiled to herself, in love. Even if the physical contact wasn’t normal, and not at full size, she still could feel how her boyfriend loved her. And feeling loved was very important for Laura. 

She carefully stood up and gave Jim a few careful steps on her bedroom floor. Jim was kissing frenetically. Inside his perfect girlfriend’s sock, Jim was breathing deeply at her foot odor, he kissed the underside of her toes, felt their loving embrace. He liked to know that he was at the tip of a giant body, a perfect woman’s body that he was lucky enough to be with. He was trying to look up between the toes to see her but the sock material prevented him to admire his giantess goddess. And it got a bit worse when light started to fade. Laura was putting some shoes on, and Jim knew he would be inside them for the rest of the evening, and probably in this precarious position for the whole week-end. He settled in comfortably. Laura’s toes squeezed a bit. He recognized the smell of Laura’s house slippers, they were warm and smelly. He loved everything about those slippers. 

Laura resumed doing her homework and kept her boyfriend in her warm slipper under her toes until she was called for dinner. She gave him so fresh air during dinner when she removed her slippers under the table, exposing he socked feet. Jim was hearing conversations and didn’t care about them, he only kissed his girlfriend’s toes frenetically, lovingly, and passionately. 

Laura wore him in those socks for the whole evening. She kept him on her pillow for the whole night, Jim could smell his girlfriend’s fruity hair. Saturday when they woke up Laura apologized to Jim when she placed him inside her Puma sneakers. She went for a shower and when she came back she was dressed like a late summer girl. Short shorts, tank top. She had black ankle cotton socks and wore Jim in her Puma sneakers for the whole day. At some point she even forgot he was there and spent hours walking at the stores or with her mom, or seeing friends without giving her boyfriend any fresh air. Her foot smelled like heaven, but it was humid, warm and sweaty, the sock would absorb most of it, but Jim was soaked anyway. She apologized to him when she removed her shoes back at home, kept him inside her slippers like the evening before for the whole evening. 

On Saturday night when all the family was asleep, Laura unshrunk Jim so they could spend some bed time together at full size. 

“You stink.” Laura said. The guy looked battered and bruised, but was still beautiful despite anything else, Laura kissed him a lot. 

“I know right.” He said. They spent the night cuddling and spooning and kissing and sleeping together. Early in the morning tho, Laura shrunk him again before anyone could noticed she had disobeyed the rule. She placed him inside her black ballet flats that she wanted to wear barefoot. Those flats were tired of use, had dirty patches and foot prints imprinted on the insole and Laura loved them. She wore her boyfriend in those flats all day long until it was time to bring him back to the bus station. 

“I love you my prince.” Said Laura. They kissed goodbyes before Jim got on the bus. It was a somewhat perfect week-end for them both, the first that really was without any real struggle and the first with the new house rules Laura’s parents had enforced. They were both looked forward the next time they would be together, probably weeks later. When he arrived back home, Jim found a pair of Laura’s worn socks and a little note scribbled on a post-it. “I love you, here is a bit of my scent just for you.” Jim couldn’t believe how Laura could be that perfect. 

31st week-end

Jim and Laura were watching a movie on Laura’s laptop, both normal size in her bed. It was Saturday afternoon on the next week-end they could both see each other. Laura had brought him back home in her shoe like she was instructed to do by her mother, and then, since Suzie felt a bit magnanimous, she authorized them to be at same size for the afternoon. The couple spent a lot of time in bed cuddling and kissing and talking. They wanted to have sex but things took a different path and they decided to just watch a movie cuddling together in the bed and it was a perfect privileged moment for them. 

But suddenly there was a loud knock on the door and Suzie entered the room like a tornado. 

“Give him to me.” She said, pointing at Jim.

“What?” said Laura, Jim was also a bit confused to see Susie storm in. 

“You had a B in maths. This is unacceptable. Shrink him now, and give him to me.” Said Suzie on a very strict tone with no real intention of being challenged. 

“But...” said Jim. 

“Shut up Jim. I let you both be at normal size to enjoy a bit of time together, and this is how you repay me. I just got your grades report by email from school, you have a B in maths Laura. This is the first step towards debauchery and poverty and I will not accept this from you. Shrink him!” said Suzie, getting nearer to the bed. 

“But mom, this is crazy, it’s just a B!” said Laura. 

“Are you saying I am crazy?” started Suzie, looking twice as upset. “Maybe I should shrink YOU instead for being a disobedient and arrogant!” 

“What?” said Laura. 

“SHRINK HIM!” Suzie said in an outburst of anger. She looked like her eyes would pop out of her skull. 

“It’s okay Laura, come on.” Said Jim, hugging Laura and accepting to take the punishment for his girlfriend. 

“I am sorry Jim...” said Laura. She picked up the shrinking device from under her pillow and pointed it at Jim, who immediately blew a kiss to Laura and shrank at the same time. 

“You will study maths for the rest of the week-end and you will apologize for this poor grade.” Said Suzie, walking over to where Jim was, on the bed. She pulled the bed sheets and saw him, 3 inches tall, naked and confused a bit. 

“I am sorry mom.” Said Laura, filled with guilt. 

“You better be.” Said Suzie, picking up Jim in her fist and holding him. “Give me the controller.” She added. Laura gave her the shrinking device and Suzie stormed out of her room just like she did when she stormed in, then she slammed the door. 

Jim really thought it was a weird thing to do to punish him for Laura’s math grade, first because B isn’t bad, and second, because Angie, Laura’s sister, didn’t have good grades at all and would not get punished in anyway. He loved Laura so damn much that he decided to take the punishment to save her from further consequences her mother’s wrath could strike on her. He wanted Laura to be safe, especially after hearing Suzie’s threat of shrinking her. That would be terrible and wrong. Jim didn’t want Laura to suffer from their love, so he took the hit for her, and he was now being transported in Suzie’s giant hand towards an unknown destination. 

“Ma’am...?” said Jim from Suzie’s manicured hand. 

“What?” said Suzie, annoyed. She walked upstairs to the master’s bedroom where she opened the door of her walk-in closet. 

“What are you going to do with me?” Jim asked. Susie bent down and placed little Jim on the wooden floor of her walk-in closet. He was surrounded by enormous shoes and above him, the towering body of Laura’s mother. She stood back up and placed her hands on her hips, looking down at her little victim. She tapped her foot, which made Jim realise she was wearing her white low heeled wedges boudoir mules that she used to wear all the time in the house for any sorts of chores. She was wearing them barefoot. Jim knew he was in deep trouble because those mules were trashed, the sole was well worn, and since he caught a few glances at those shoes here and there over the last year, he knew that inside, they were almost black. Black because of all the dust and dirt that stuck to this giantess woman’s feet was mixed with her 40 years old foot sweat into some kind of hardened goo that actually looked absolutely disgusting. Suzie was a clean woman, and she took care of her feet and all, but these shoes were just over the top and ready to hit the trash. She had worn them so many times, all seasons, inside, outside in the garden, when she cooks, when she does the laundry, when she cleans the house, etc. As soon as Suzie was in the house she was wearing those, they must be comfy because Suzie didn’t care about how dirty they were inside. They were dirtier inside than they were outside. An d right now, the giantess was tapping her foot next to Jim, and he had a churning stomach ache that came from anxiety about the fact he didn’t know what the woman would do to him and it scared him. 

“Come closer and kiss my heel.” She said. Jim, obeyed, completely dominated. He submitted to this woman because he loved her daughter above the stars and he wanted to please her so she wouldn’t restrict them from seeing each other. He was in a very bad situation and he walked closer to the woman’s feet. she was wearing ¾ pans that showed her ankles and bare heels. He stood up next to the right shoe, close to the woman’s bare heel and since he was only 3 inches tall, his hear was very close to the heel height and he could smell her foot from the distance. When he got close enough to be able to give it a kiss, the smell hit hard and he realized that, god damn it, it smelled so good. 

Poor Jim kissed his girlfriend’s mother heel, on the side, the soft skin and the hard skin, he kissed many times, he kissed behind it, moved around between her two feet and continued to kiss the bare heel all around. He was intoxicated by the smell. How could this even be possible that a trashed shoe like this would smell so good, he didn’t know. He remembered his first encounter with Suzie’s footwear last time he was over, and how much the sandals smelled good, but this was 20 times better, 20 times stronger. He kissed the bare heel all around with guilty unknown pleasure that he could not understand. 

Suzie gently and slowly lifted her heel, pressed down on her toes. He heel lifted from the insole a bit, revealing the blacked heel part of the insole that used to be white. “Get in.” She said, visibly enjoying this too. Jim walked behind the shoe and grabbed the insole’s edge to pull himself up under this giant woman’s heel. It was a bit flat, a bit wrinkled, a bit dirty. He squeezed himself under the heel and turned on his back to kiss the underside of the heel. She managed to wedge himself under her heel, and since he was 3 inches tall, his head was now under the arch and his body under the heel. Suzie lowered down the heel a bit to squeeze Jim into her mule and under her foot, but she wasn’t putting any pressure down on him. Jim was laying down on his back on the grimy insole, under the bare foot of this giantess goddess whose foot stink was intoxicating and highly exciting. The smell was intimidatingly powerful and yet so high-quality first-class stink that Jim was a bit high. He literally started to feel light headed under the giant woman’s foot. 

The unexpected happened. Suzie pulled her foot back a bit from the depths of her mule and by doing so, she created a small gap under the ball of her foot. She brought her highly stinky and dirty sweaty bare toes over Jim’s upturned body, trapped his face under them. Jim’s heart couldn’t stop trying to break out of his chest. He was breathing in deeply, quickly, almost hyperventilating in Suzie’s foot odor and as soon as her toes got over his face, he almost lost contact with reality. She smothered him a bit with her toes, placed with his face, wiggled them over his littler tiny 3 inches thin body. After a few minutes of teasing the little boy, Suzie pressed down in his torso and head with the ball of her foot, trapping his head under her toes and slipped her foot back inside the move, dragging the boy with her until he would slowly slide down under the very light slope of the shoe into the dark depths of this blackened trashed mule. She dragged him inside it slowly, until she reached the end of it, where he foot rested all day long, at it’s rightful place, toes all pressing down in their respectful toe prints and Jim completely dominated under the ball of her foot and his head under her the toes. Suzie couldn’t see her daughter’s boyfriend’s body anymore, it had completely vanished inside her shoe, anyone looked at her wouldn’t even know he was in there, suffocating, intoxicated, and highly excited. The woman wiggled her toes and tried to put on more pressure under she was standing 50/50 on both feet. She tried more weight, and more, and realized Jim wasn’t getting crushed, he was molding to her foot and to the trashed insole and at some point, when Suzie finally put almost 90% of her body weight on the little boy, she felt immensely powerful and she enjoyed it. She was literally forcing a boy into her most stinky and disgusting shoes, in the worse conditions, and she knew from the size and hardness of his manhood, that he enjoyed it a lot more than he should. She could feel little kisses under her toes. The woman had not been this excited and aroused like that for years and literally got some hot flashes. She bit her lower lip. That was some kind of arousal she had never had, the feeling of ultimate dominance over a boy stuck inside the worse shoes she had, kissing her toes, it got her completely wet. She had to hold the door frame to keep her balance, and switched all weight on her foot, brining the other foot above the one Jim was crushed under. Her full weight on Jim, Suzie moaned and tried to understand that rising heat inside of her. 

Someone walked into her room. 

“Mom, me and the girls are goin.....what the fuck?” said Angie, looking at her mother holding the doorframe in pure excitement. Suzie got back to her senses and stood normally again, she looked at Angie and had a deep breath. She walked to the bed and started folding some clothes that were in a clean basket. 

“Where?” asked Suzie, trying to hide what just happened. 

“You look pale mom, are you okay?” asked Angie. 

“Yes, where are you going?” Suzie asked, visibly still shaken by that core feeling that was slowly fading away because of the interruption. 

“We’re going to hang out at the park.” Said Angie, looking a bit unsure. “Wait a minute, he’s in there is he?” she said, pointing at her mother’s mules. 

“Yes.” Suzie said, trying to be cold. 

“Oh my god mom, this is disgusting, those shoes reek!” said Angie. 

“I know.” Said Suzie. “And this is none of your business.” Said Suzie. “Go.”

“Yeah...anyway...when is it going to be my turn?” asked Angie. 

“Maybe one day if you start to behave instead of always being a spoiled brat.” Said Suzie, giving her daughter the incentive to be a bit more cooperating. “Good grades for instance.” Said Suzie, folding more clothes trying to stay calm while Jim had started licking her dirty toes. She got hot flashes again. 

“School sucks.” Said Angie. “Anyway, I’ll be back for dinner.” Said Angie, before storming out of her mother’s bedroom. She walked downstairs and left the house. Suzie let out a long sigh. From Jim’s point of view, he fears were turned into live fantasies and the stink was so powerful it was burning his lungs, but it smelled so good, for him it was the strongest most delightful odor ever and he couldn’t get enough. He was feeling utterly ashamed and dirty, and not to mention guilty to actually enjoy his girlfriend’s mother’s feet again. He felt both very happy and overwhelmed, and very ashamed at himself. 

Suzie eventually finished folding clothes and decided to start another laundry batch. She got a hold of herself and resumed her house chores: laundry, cleaning, cooking, like a good housewife whose life was paid by her rich husband. She kept Jim in her mule, exactly in that very specific position, for the whole afternoon, and she enjoyed every single moment of it. She could not think about anything else. She was giving Jim the ultimate experience of her feet, no pity, no second thoughts, only excitement and the sheer satisfaction of raw power over the little man who she thought was horrified, tortured and excited. Jim was in fact high on Suzie’s foot stink drug. When she would fully step on him, he felt his body compress under the dominating weight of this woman who was actually pressing him into the black hardened stinky gunk of the mule’s insole. 

Afternoon passed slowly. There was a weird connection between Laura’s mother and Jim. Something wrong, something that only the two of them knew. When Angie rushed in the room it was a close call, Suzie tried to convince herself her daughter was too young to understand those things. Fact is, Angie was hanging out with her friends telling everyone about the fact Laura’s boyfriend was a shrunken footslave and that she thought her mom was taking advantage of it. They all laughed. 

At dinner, all the family gathered around the table and ate in silence. There was something heavy, a mysterious weight, like an elephant in the room, and nobody wanted to dare be the first talking about it. Even Laura, who was worried about her boyfriend, didn’t want to ask where he was afraid that he would be inside her mother’s disgusting house mules. She couldn’t imagine it, it was too disgusting inside her head. She hoped he was safe inside a boot or another pair of shoe, taking his punishment for her bad grades. But deep inside, Laura knew that Jim was in fact under her mother’s those, inside the dirty mules and she was heartbroken, sorry and jealous. Poor Jim, poor little helpless lover.

When dinner was over, Angie and Laura were tasked to wash the dishes while Suzie would actually be free to just sit in the recliner and watch her tv programs. About half an hour later, Laura came into the living room. 

“Can I have my boyfriend back?” she asked. 

“Maybe. Will you have better grades in math?” asked Suzie, strict and firm. 

“Yes mom.” Said Laura. 

“I don’t want to see him for the rest of the week-end. Put him in your sock and have him lick your feet clean.” Suzie said, slowly dangling her mules. Jim was stuck to her sticky foot, when the shoe fell on the ground he was still stuck to her bare foot, under it, his face buried under her toes. 

“My feet are already clean.” Said Laura. 

“Then make him lick your school shoes. I don’t want your teacher to think your shoes are dirty.” Said Suzy, slowly bringing her dirty foot up on her knee. She reluctantly used her sharp nails to peel Jim off and he fell down on the carpet floor and landed with a thud.

“Ewwwww!” said Angie. 

“Jim! Are you alright?” said Laura. She picked him up and ran upstairs to her room, locked herself inside and dropped her bruised and battered boyfriend on her bed. “I’m so sorry Jim, this is all my fault, I should have had better grades, I am sorry, I’m not good enough for you, please don’t be mad, I love you so much!” said Laura, looking at the tiny boyfriend who was slowly getting back to his senses. 

“I love you Laura.” He said weakly. Laura didn’t have the shrinking device with her, she wanted her boyfriend back to normal size so much. She smiled at him, gave him the most beautiful look ever, he was trying to give her back that same look, but his eyes were sticky with Suzie’s foot sweat, he needed a bath. He reeked. Laura grabbed him gently and brought down into her closet near her school shoes which he turned on the sides for him to be able to clean the dirty dusty soles too. 

“My mom wants you to clean those.” She said. 

“I know.”

“Aren’t you tired of this?” she asked. 

“No, I get to see you, I can take all the torture in the world only to see you.” Jim said loveingly. 

“You’re so sweet.” Said Laura. She stood up and walked back to her bed and grabbed a book. Jim looked at his beautiful girlfriend sitting on her bed to read a book and he looked at her shoes. He felt lucky, privileged and happy to be with such a beauty and that she actually loved him, the weird foot fetish guy. But then, after the first few licks on the school shoe’s sole, Jim got struck by sadness. He realized that at some point, this couldn’t be forever. Eventually, Laura would get tired of this, and she would meet a handsome rich guy whom she would fall in love with, and he Jim, would be left alone. He cried while licking the shoes, cause he felt both super happy, and super sad at the same time. He knew that his perfect girlfriend would eventually want to live with a real man, not a foot slave loser. 

Laura and Jim spent the rest of the week-end together. Jim was inside her socks, and she kept him safe and warm under her sweet and soft smelly feet until it was time for him to go back home, far away to his hometown, bringing with him the bitterness of love’s backlash and the humiliating feeling of being less than nothing. He cried the whole way back, in the bus, struggling with his overwhelming love for Laura, and the inevitable break up that her mother was insidiously forcing them into.

32nd week-end

Jim was about to arrive in his lover’s city. He was sitting in the first row, looking forward and beyond. The driver was silent, the bus was half full. It was already dark. 

His heart was hyper, it made him feel euphoric, in joyful anticipation about seeing Laura. But something was wrong. He was having adrenaline thinking about Suzie. At first, he was having a hard time to believe that could even be true, but over the last weeks at home, he couldn’t stop thinking about Suzie and her dominant woman’s pedicured feet. He knew it was wrong to fantasize about it, but he couldn’t help it and the thought grew on him. He started to find himself reasons not to enjoy his thoughts: she dominated him, she humiliated him, she gave him little to no respect and her feet were not smelling as good as Laura’s.... all those reasons were in vain. Something deep inside was slowly taking the form of a newfound desire that he was ashamed of, but had to accept. It wouldn’t go away. 

He just had to not tell Laura.

But then when he arrived and stepped down the bus, it wasn’t Laura waiting for him but Suzie herself, with black stockings and leather knee high boots, a fancy dress and an umbrella. She looked like she was going to an important dress coded evening out. Jim walked closer and said hi. 

“Where is Laura?” Asked Jim after being courteous with her mother. They walked together to reach her car in the parking lot. 

“She’s at home doing homework, you will see her tomorrow.” Suzie said out of nowhere. Jim didn’t fully understand. Laura didn’t tell him about that and surely didn’t expect her mother to actually come and get him at the bus station. That was highly unusual. ¸

“Homework on a Friday night?” Jim said. “She didn’t tell me about it.” He ventured. 

“She is grounded.” Suzie said. “We were all supposed to go to a fancy restaurant as a family but she invited -you- without asking permission. I do not tolerate that kind of behavior.” She said. Jim didn’t have time to really say something back as he was trying to understand, but he quickly did when he saw Laura’s father and sister were waiting in the car. They were about to get in, but Suzie interjected. “Strip.” She said, holding her umbrella next to the passenger’s door. 

“What? Here? It’s raining...” said Jim, his coat starting to get wet. 

“We’re already late, do what I say or go back home.” Said Suzie, picking the shrinking device out of her purse. Jim looked around. There was nobody in sight. Angie opened her window from the backseat. 

“Mom, can I put him in my shoe at the restaurant?” she asked. Jim started to undress, annoyed by the fact Laura’s younger sister was watching. 

“Maybe.” Answered Suzie. Jim finally got to his boxers and shivered in the wet parking lot. 

“What a loser.” Said Angie. 

“Come on girls, we’re late!” said Laura’s father from the driver’s seat, waiting. Jim quickly removed his boxers, hiding his midsection and butt with his hands, and Suzie immediately shrunk him. He went quickly down from his normal height to about 5 inches tall, on the pavement. Suzie picked up his bag and walked above him to open the trunk. Then she walked back, way too close to Jim for his comfort. She bent down, picked him up, and threw him inside the car on the floor of the passenger’s seat. She shook and closed her umbrella and sat in the car, her two dirty wet boots next to tiny Jim. They finally got moving. Suzie buckled up, and kicked Jim with her boots, he fell on his back. She brought the soles of both boots side by side over Jim, almost all the weight on her 3 inches high heels and pressing lightly on his body. 

“Lick my boots.” Suzie said. Angie giggled in the back. Jim had no choice but to obey Suzie. His tingling sensation completely taking over his body. As much as he had fantasies about Suzie, and how lucky it could have been seen to actually arrive and be downright dominated by her like that, he missed Laura. He licked her mother’s wet and dirt boot soles, but he was thinking about his poor girlfriend, left behind at home for not being as perfect as her mother would like her to be. However, in his current position, Jim was unable not to be excited by the fact Suzie didn’t know he actually enjoyed licking her boots nor how much. He licked and smelled those boots, trying to inhale the leather’s scent and deep down hoped she would force him to smell her feet or even better, trap him inside those magnificent boots. 

“Almost there.” Said Laura’s father. 

“Alright, you crawl under my seat.” Said Suzie pointing to Jim. “Angie you can have him for dinner. We’ll shrink him before going back home.”

“Yessss!” said Angie, excited. Jim obeyed and left Suzie’s boots alone to crawl under her car seat. He found a dollar bill there but he moved on until her reappeared at Angie’s feet. She was wearing a dress and a coat, leggings and beige combat boots that looked like timberlands but weren’t. They were high, maybe mid-shin and they had a less thick sole. They were dirty, full of dried and wet mud, obviously someone had planned this out. Jim emerged from under the passenger’s seat and Angie stomped him down right away, squishing him on the carpet floor, on his belly and his head on its side, facing the other boot. Angie made sure Jim’s head was under her boot heel and very close to the edge, and she brought the other boot’s heel so close that she mashed Jim’s face with it. She really had him pinned down at her fee, with one foot on him, and the other next to it making pressure on his face. “Lick, you piece of trash.” Said Angie from above. Jim couldn’t really lick due to the fact his face was being mashed. Jim knew he would have a hard time in the next couple hours being at Angie’s feet. She had been waiting quite a long time and really had built up this anger towards him. 

5 mintues later the car stopped and parked at the fancy restaurant. Everyone got out of the car, including Jim, who had been stuff on the side of Angie’s boot, head first under her arch, his neck angled forward and the rest of his body up the length of her leg. Angie had done that so he would have his face under her black socked foot. She knew he was too tall to actually put him down the length of the sole, at least, she knew she would keep that part for later. Now she only stuffed him headfirst and zipped the boot back on him. His body was pressing her ankle and wasn’t comfortable, but it was only from the car to the restaurant table. So maybe 3 or 4 minutes. Jim was really being walking on his head only, this contortion wasn’t fun at all, and there was the zipper fact, which was hurting him badly with all the walking movements. His blood was flowing down into his head, being upside down and his head kind of folded under the foot smelly teen’s foot. He didn’t care for the smell at that point, even if it was actually invading his lungs with powerful humid foot stink. He was focused on not fading out. 

The family finally got to sit at a large table, parents side by side and Angie in front of them. They were in a cozy alcove banquette. Angie immediately pulled Jim out of her boot and let him fall on the restaurant’s carpet floor between her feet. She looked down at him and said: “I want my boots to be clean by the end of dinner.” And then she started ignoring him and talking to her parents. Jim, naked in a public place, 5 inches tall at the feet of that bratty teen and her parents, actually started to do his job, knowing full well he had to obey to save his relationship with his perfect girlfriend. Any bad move from him would result in more punishment for her or for him, or for both. So he got on all fours and licked Angie’s dirty boots, a bit reluctantly, but not without complete interest. 

Over the dinner time, Angie played with Jim’s body many times. She trapped him under her boot, between them, she crossed her legs, uncrossed them, tapped and really moved all the time making Jim’s job very difficult. She kicked him, bumped him, crushed him, and rubbed him, rolled his body under her boot like if he was play dough. Jim was all dirty, bruised and battered after a while, and he knew dinner wasn’t over yet. She spent a whole ten minutes with both feet on him while he was laying sideways, his legs and hips under a boot, and his torso and head under the other, face up in the little space between the heel and the sole, where all the dirt had been accumulated. He was really face first into her boot mud and she pressed down carelessly, not even looking. 

When it was time to go, Angie unzipped her little boot and removed her black socked foot from it. Her foot was a bit damp from her sweating inside the boots and she planted it over Jim with a bit of sadistic pleasure. She pressed him face up under her toes and squeezed them to grab his head. She bent down to look under the table and told Jim to hang on to her sock. His little arms wrapped around her foot in a very uncomfortable embrace, he held on. She lifted her foot back up with Jim stuck to it and she brought him savagely into her boot, pulling on the back of the boot to fit her heel in and squeeze Jim inside like a pancake. She giggled and zipped the boot up, having the tiny 5 inches thin Jim under her foot, his face under her damp socked toes that she had fun wiggling. Jim wasn’t in terror, he knew this feeling, he knew this smell and he knew Angie. All he was thinking about, is the fact they would go back home and he would be able to be with Laura, finally, the love of his life, waiting alone at the house. 

There was a fight. Laura wanted to retrieve Jim back and Angie was just keeping her boots on trying to make her sister agree to stupid things. “You’ll have to clean my room for a week.” Said Angie. 

“No, I want my boyfriend now!” said Laura. 

“He’s all good where he is you know.” Said Angie, going to her room. Laura followed. 

“I AM FED UP OF THIS, GIVE HIM NOW!” screamed Laura. 

“Laura, watch your tone.” Said Suzie, suddenly getting into the fight. “Angie, give your sister her trash boyfriend.”

“He’s not trash!” Laura started crying. “I love him!”

“Ahahahaha! Well, okay then....” said Angie, lying on her bed crossing her legs with still her boots on. “Come and get him.” She said. 

“I hate you all!” said Laura, walking to her sister and unzipping her boots. She removed one, releasing her stinky socked foot.

“Wrong one!” said Angie, giggling and laughing. Laura was furious, she unzipped the other boot and got Jim out and ran to her room and locked herself in, crying. She placed Jim on her bed. 

“Jim, I love you so much, I’m so sorry, this is crazy, my family is crazy. You don’t deserve this, I love you.” She said, caressing her tiny naked boyfriend, and covering him with giantess kisses. “Eww, you smell.” She said, finally getting in a better mood and smiling once again. Jim looked up at her like if she was the most beautiful sunshine ever, which for him, she was. 

“I love you Laura.” Said Jim. 

“I love you too my prince.” Laura was all suddenly very cuddly and very loving. She had been stressing all evening about her boyfriend being used by her mother and sister, while trying to study but she couldn’t get a single notion into her mind. “I missed you so much.” She added. “I’ve been so stressed lately, my mom is crazy, she wants me to be perfect.”

“You are perfect.” Said Jim, lovingly and romantically. 

“You’re so sweet.” She ran her giant finger on her tiny boyfriend body and bit her lower lip. “Would you....” she started. 

“Yes.” Jim immediately said. 

“It’s been a while....and...”

“Yes.” He said again. 

“You don’t even know what I am about to ask!” Laura said playfully, wiping her now dry tears away. 

“I don’t care, answer is yes.” Said Jim, smiling. 

“Okay... well, I would prefer if you were normal size, but....” Laura said. She hesitated. Jim could sense she was getting horny. “Would you....help me.... have....pleasure?” she asked, a bit timid. 

“Yes!” he said. He stood up and got closer. Laura was sitting Indian style. She opened her legs and let her body fall on her bed. 

“I promise I’ll make you smell my feet after.” She said. She was only wearing a top and panties, bare legs spreaded. Jim slowly walked on the bed covers to reach his girlfriend’s mid section. She was already hot, he let his hand gently stroke her clit over her panties and she moaned. 

“Shhhhh!” he said, calmingly. He could sense the heat coming from her womanhood. He got closer and gently pulled on the panties to bring them down a bit. Laura helped, her giant fingers pulling gently on her panties. Laura and Jim had done this before but not like that. Jim was eager to try new things, and Laura was desperate for affection, and she was horny like never before. They were in a lovely moment, privilege time together, a rare occasion to do things they would normally not be able to considering Suzie would never let that happen if she knew. 

“We got to do this quickly.” Said Laura, panting. She helped her boyfriend climb into her panties and covered him up with the fabric once he was inside. He pressed his whole 5 inches body into her moist and warm sex and grabbed her clit with his small hands. Laura tried not to moan, but she couldn’t help it. All her pelvic muscles were already uncontrollable. Her legs came back close to one another, squeezing him a bit. Then she placed her hand over her panties, over Jim, and started pressing him in. She moaned again and started to play with Jim like if he was a plaything. She pressed his little head on her clit and moved it around with her fingers. At this point, Jim wasn’t doing anything. He was completely at Laura’s sexual mercy. She needed help to have fun, now she had it, she only had to let herself go and do whatever she wanted. And that’s exactly what she did. She pressed her tiny boyfriend into her vagina, head first and deeper, deeper until only his legs were sticking out and then she grabbed his ankles to pull him and push him back in. Again. And again. And again while massaging her clit. She was hot...sweaty, her eyes closed, and she climaxed like never before, with her tiny boyfriend inside her. Her muscles spasmed, multiple times, and them, went it calmed down, she pulled him out, all sticky and wet. He took a deep breath and fell out of her panties, which she replaced. She turned herself on the side, squeezing her tights together, letting the remaining orgasmic spasms do their job. Jim just waited, happy to be there for his girlfriend. 

“Oh...my...god...” she said. It took her several minutes to actually sit back in her bed and smile at Jim. She took a tissue from her bedtable and helped Jim dry himself. “You’re awesome.” She said. 

“No, you are awesome.” He said back. 

“Will you smell my feet a bit?”

“As much as you want my princess.” He said. 

“Okay.” Laura said. “But first, got to wash you up a bit.” Laura grabbed him gently and brought him to the bathroom where she rinsed him under warm water in the sink. She dried him with a towel and brought him back to her room. She sat on the bed again, this time her legs straight forward. She grabbed a book and let her boyfriend have fun with her feet. 

Jim was standing on the bed sheets. He just caressed the wrinkled perfect creamy bare soles of his girlfriend, then rubbed his face in every single wrinkle. He smelled the absolute fragrance of her feet, her body odor was mixed with all the day in her school shoes and socks, and it had all dried. Her feet were not cold, but not too warm either. He just gave his girlfriend a massage while smelling, while she was reading a book she had to read as an assignment for school. 

Jim slept inside her fluffy sock, his body gently pressed against Laura’s soft sole. His head and face under her toes. That’s what Laura wanted for the night and that’s what she got. They were really happy. Every single minute spend together was golden and precious, because they both knew too well that it wouldn’t last long considering Suzie would always find ways to interrupt or break them apart. 

That’s what happened on Saturday morning. 

During breakfast, Suzie mentioned that she needed Jim to clean Angie’s soccer cleats since she had the last match of this late season and because they were all caked with mud from last time. Laura frowned and tried to argue that it was unfair, but Suzie was non negotiable. Angie was drooling and kept saying “Oh my god, they’re so disgusting.” Only to add to Laura’s discontentment. Suzie retrieved Jim after breakfast and placed him in a plastic box, big enough to fit Angie’s dirty and well worn soccer cleats inside above him. She literally dumped them over him and ordered him to clean them. Then she closed the plastic lid and sealed Jim inside, and left him there, in the garage in semi darkness inside his transparent plastic box with two huge soccer cleats. 

Jim expected this to only last for the morning, but no. He was left with Angie’s smelly disgusting cleats all day long. He tried to clean them, taking off chunks of dried mud away with his hands, and licking the leather shoes and rubber soles when they had less mud and grass. He also climbed inside, the smell was so powerful and impregnated into the shoe it was very scary. Jim did the best job he could. Until Angie got into the garage and removed the lid from the box. She laughed at Jim since he was head first into her cleat when she opened the box. 

“I see you’re already in position.” She said. The guy was on his belly, his face to the sole at the toe section of the shoe and he felt a soccer socked foot press on his back and trying to push in. He was squeezed and pressed down by Angie putting her shoe on.

“Hey, we said not during soccer!” Laura punched Angie away, interrupting her and grabbing her boyfriend and pulling him out. 

“Oh come on, he would love it.” Said Angie, chuckling. 

“NO!” said Laura, protective and upset.

“Alright girls, let’s go. Get in the car. Laura, keep him inside your shoes at all times, I don’t want to see him again for the week-end.” Said Suzie, getting into the minivan and opened the garage door with the button. Laura smiled at Jim, who was dirty with mud. She sat in the car and removed her left black Vans canvas shoe with the white stripe on the side. Suzie gave Laura the shrinking device and looked at her straight in the eyes. “One inch.” She said, like if it was something that had convened together earlier. Jim’s eyes opened wide. 

“Yes mom.” Said Laura, obediently. She winked at her boyfriend and shrunk him to one inch in height. “You’ll be fine, my prince.” Said Laura to her now very tiny boyfriend. 

“I know” he said back, barely audible. She placed him on the insole and put her white socked foot over him, trapping him under the arch of her foot and sealed him shut, tying the laces. 

“My prince...” mocked Angie who was putting her soccer cleats on. “He’s a foot freak, and he didn’t even do a good job cleaning my soccer shoes. Look at that, still dirty.” She said.

“Leave him alone.” Said Laura, feeling better that her boyfriend was with her now, even if he wasn’t normal size, at least he wasn’t suffering under her sister’s or mother’s feet. 

“He’ll spend the night in your soccer socks then.” Said Suzie. Both Angie and Suzie laughed, Laura just crossed her arms. That was the kind of relationship she had with her family now, and she was getting used to be upset. 

Rest of the week-end went exactly like that. Laura kept Jim inside her shoes, except for the night, that he spent trapped inside Angie’s wet, sweaty, disgusting soccer socks. 

The problem is that Laura was getting tired of this. She wanted to have a normal relationship with Jim like they had for the last year. A normal relationship, normal size, with normal cuddles, hugs and kisses. Something was starting to grow in her mind. A feeling of being helpless towards this situation and her needs not being met. She loved Jim beyond measure, but she was starting to less enjoy their relationship now that it was tainted, broken by her mother and sister who were evilly doing anything they could for them both to break up. Laura was tired of this, and in her mind, her thoughts wandered off about the fact that maybe it would be best for Jim and her to break up. She tried to erase those thoughts but they kept coming back, with her mother’s constant pressure about it. Laura couldn’t help but think about how it would be much simpler for her to find a boyfriend in her own city, someone that would become a doctor or a lawyer like her mother would want, and who would not have a foot fetish, and stuff. She hated herself for thinking about those things, but couldn’t help it. Her mother’s punishment and madness was slowly being effective. 

When it was time for Jim tog o back home on Sunday, Him and Laura barely hugged, barely talked, just kissed. 

“See you soon my princess.” He said, before getting into the bus, with a huge loving smile on his face. Laura barely smiled. 

“Mmhmm.” She said back without much emotion, and walked away. 

Jim frowned and sat in the bus, perplex and unsure. Something was wrong, and he knew it. 

 The last week-end

Jim was on his way to this girlfriend’s big city. He was nervous, really nervous. It hasn’t been good in the last weeks with Laura. Both of them talked on the phone and texted each other but the discussion turned around the fact Laura was tired to have a tiny boyfriend, she wanted a real one. She wanted to have a real relationship, not one that is messed up. Jim tried to tell her that he was doing all he could but that it was her mother Suzie’s fault. Both of them at least agreed on that point. But there were other things. Laura kept talking about this guy at school who seems to be a nice guy and a good friend. She always talked about grades, her school performance. On his end, Jim would always talk about Laura’s mother, how cruel she is, how she’s trying to make them break up, etc. The “prince and princess” words were not used anymore. They barely told each other that they loved each other. 

But Jim was on his way, almost there, in the bus, nervous and he knew this might be the last time. He knew this might be the fatal week-end where they would break up. Fact is, Jim wasn’t going there for Laura, this time. As absurd as it sounds, Jim had also texted and talked with Suzie herself. At first it started as a normal conversation in which Jim wanted to tell Suzie that he was a good man, and that he loved Laura, that he was worthy. Suzie would only dismiss these comments. But their conversation drifted to the fact Jim had spent a lot of time with her feet lately and that she enjoyed it. That’s when things got awfully wrong. Jim couldn’t shut up and he said “I enjoy it too.”

At this point, Suzie knew her plan had worked. She knew this was the end and that it would be over soon, that her daughter would break up with Jim and that she had won. It was only a matter of how to tell her daughter that her boyfriend was actually enjoying her mother’s feet more than he should. The texting conversation ended like this:

Suzie: Jim, would you like to smell my feet this week-end?

Jim: Yes Ma’am. 

Suzie: How much?

Jim: Very much. 

Suzie: Why?

Jim: I know what you are doing. If you want me and Laura to break up, I want to be YOUR footslave in exchange. I love the way they smell. I love how careless you are with me.

Suzie: You would break up with Laura if I shrink you and force you to be in my shoes to smell and worship my feet?

Jim took a moment to answer. He loved Laura too much. He cried, actually. He didn’t want to break up with Laura, but it seemed their relationship was going nowhere and that Suzie had won. He thought that maybe Laura would be more happy without him. She deserved a good rich guy that would make her happy. A guy with no foot fetish, who would give her nice kids and a good living. For Jim, Laura was too perfect for him. He was filth, he was nothing. He was only good at licking boots and smelling feet, and Laura wanted something more normal, probably influenced by her mother and father’s pressure. All in all, Jim knew it was practically over, what he had in mind was at least get to be Suzie’s tiny footslave in exchange. He had beend reaming about this, he had been jerking off in his room thinking about Suzie dominating him. The look she gives him from up there just before forcing him inside her shoes with her foot was absolutely exciting and a major turn on for him. 

Jim: Yes. 

Suzie: Then come over this week-end. 

That’s how Jim ended up in the bus for the long ride to Laura’s city. Laura didn’t even know he was coming over. He was coming for Suzie, not for her. He was coming to break up, and he was ashamed. He felt like a jerk, untrustable, disgusting jerk. Deep inside he knew this would be best for Laura and him, but he couldn’t help but feel like he was an idiot. Laura was perfect. He, on the other, surely wasn’t. 

When he arrived, Suzie was there, standing where normally Laura would be. She greeted Jim and hugged him. 

“You’re doing the right thing Jim.” She said, while they walked to her car. 

“I don’t know.” Jim said. 

“Laura needs a real man, not a foot sniffer.” Suzie said. “You are disgusting and pathetic, poor and deranged, Jim.”

“I know.” He said back, humiliated, insulted, and excited. He looked down at Suzie’s leather knee high boots that she wore with jeans and a coat. It was getting colder and winter was about to show itself up. They got in her car and Suzie order Jim to strip naked. 

“I’ll shrink you to a quarter of an inch tall.” Said Suzie. 

“That’s too small, I’ve never been that small before.” Said Jim, worried. 

“Life is about trying new things, isn’t it?” said Suzie, pointing the shrinking device towards Jim, who was on the passenger seat. “You will kiss my feet all the time, wherever you are in my boot, you kiss. Crushed or not. Is that clear?”

“Yes, Ma’am.” Jim answered, removing his boxers. “For how long? Cause I told my parents I was gone for a week.”

“You may have to tell them it will be longer. You’re going to smell my feet until you are disgusted and fed up. Then you will smell them some more. And when you’re done, I want you out of our lives forever.” Said Suzie. 

“Very well, Ma’am.” Jim then texted his parents to tell them he was gone for longer. Suzie looked at Jim and smiled for a rare time. 

“Thank you Jim. We both know this is for the best. Laura will find a good man to marry and have kids, and you will be gone and our lives will be perfect again.” She said, firing the device at Jim who started to shrink quickly. Suzie could notice he had a tear coming down his cheek while he shrank, but soon enough he was a quarter of an inch tall, barely visible on the car’s leather seat. Suzie unzipped her right knee high leather boot and removed it, revealing her black nyloned foot. She wore stockings under her jeans. She carefully picked up the tiny naked man and dripped him inside her high heeled boots, and saw him disappear in the smelly darkness. “Remember Jim, I want you to smell my feet.” she said. She liked the fact that she was ordering him to do something would have no choice to do. She didn’t care after all. Her only goal was to fulfill this deal so he would finally be gone. She slowly put her foot back into the boot, trying to feel Jim’s tiny body but she couldn’t. At some point when she wiggled her toes after zipping the boot back up over her jeans, she felt a tiny minuscule body, down there under her toes. She smiled and turned on the car. 

Jim was in stinky darkness. Suzie’s foot had been in those boots for a while that day, and had been in there for many days before. He could remember seeing her wear them last year, when Laura and him were at their beginnings and when everything was cute and fun. He was so small it was hard for him to make sense of what was happening. What did he agree to do. The smell was kicking in hard and the light pressure of the giantess’s foot above him confirmed she was pressing on pedals while driving. Jim inhaled deeply, letting his lungs get intoxicated by the woman’s foot stink. He was in mixed feeling of anger, sadness, guilt, and ecstasy. 

Suzie wiped her boots on the doormat in the garage. They were not dirty and since she was the only one always cleaning the house for everybody, she didn’t feel bad about keeping her boots inside. Very unusual for her to do that, but she wanted Jim to be in there longer. Laura saw that and couldn’t help but ask. 

“Mom, why do you keep your boots inside the house?” Laura asked. 

“Jim is in there.”

“Jim, he’s here? But....”

“I know he didn’t tell you honey.” Said Suzie. “He’s here for me, for my feet and my shoes, not for you.” She added. 

“What? That doesn’t make sense. Laura said, she turned off the TV and walked to her mother in the kitchen. “Why would he do that?”

“He’s breaking up with you. He agreed to spend weeks under my feet in exchange. You and him, it’s over.” She said. 

“No!” Laura said, suddenly hurt. “This can’t be!”

“Yes it is. You will focus on school and good grades, and you will become someone in life. Not a trash girl who dates a foot freak. Your little stupid relationship is over Laura. Get over it.” Suzie wasn’t caring about the words she would use. She wanted her daughter to get the point, and to give her a lesson. 

“He wouldn’t do this to me.” She started crying. “You did this! It’s all your fault! You did this! I hate you! You’re the worse mother ever!” cried Laura. 

“Watch your language young girl, I will not tolerate this.” Said Suzie, suddenly pissed, and her hands on her hips.

“I hate YOU!” screamed Laura, her face red, in tears. She was in pure anger and despair. She could not believe that Jim and her mother would do this to them. “Give me my boyfriend!”

“He’s not your boyfriend anymore, he’s my footslave and he’s smelling my feet right now, so no. He’s way too busy to see you. And you should be studying. You were watching TV like a lazy spoiled brat?” argued Suzie. 

Jim could hear everything, and he couldn’t help but feel terrible, and smell Suzie’s foot. 

“I....” started Laura. 

“That’s what you are Laura. A spoiled Brat. Your father and I give you everything so you can succeed in life and you’re not even respectful.” Explained Suzy, trying not to get upset with her daughter more than she was actually. 

“I want to talk to him.” Said Laura. 

“No.” 

“I WANT TO TALK TO HIM!” Screamed Laura at her mother. There was a short silence. Suzy pondered. 

“If you want to talk to him, strip down and I’ll shrink you too. Is that what you want?” said Suzie. Angie walked in the kitchen after hearing the screams. Laura’s father also walked in but he was more inquisitive. 

“What’s happening here?” he said. 

“Jim broke up with Laura and she is being and ungrateful daughter towards me.” Said Suzie. 

“I hate you mom. You’re a monster. You forced him to break up with me!” said Laura, in tears. 

“Finally!” said Angie, rolling her eyes.

“SHUT UP!” screamed Laura at her sister. 

“HEY!” interjected her father. “Laura, you will calm down or there will be consequences.” He said. 

“I don’t care! You’re all monsters, I hate you all!” said Laura, bursting in more tears. “Jim would never break up with me okay? He’s my prince! I am his princess!” she said, crying more heavily. 

“I told you, he’s in my boot right now, if you want to talk to him, just strip.” Suzie said, tapping her boot on the floor. 

“Get him out and grow him back you stupid bitch!” Laura screamed.

“Laura this is enough!” said her father with a very sharp angry voice. Angie just backed away and walked back to her room, afraid of her angry father. “I’m done with this shit! Your fuckign relationship with this loser was doomed fromt he start okay? We let you date him because it made you happy, but it was never meant to last! Do you understand?”

“NO! You are monsters!”

“ENOUGH!” he screamed. He screamed so loud even Suzie felt bad. “Shrink her.” He said to his wife. Suzie nodded. Suzie pointed the shrinking device to her daughter and aimed for her skin and pressed the button. Laura started to shrink inside her clothes and ended up disappearing in screams under her pyjama. Laura’s father gave a kiss to Suzie and left the room, to go back in the garage. Suzie sorted the pyjama and found her quarter of an inch minuscule daughter on the floor, in sheer panic. 

“You little girl will learn what respect is.” She came dangerously close to her daughter standing with her high heel boots, she was scary, and she wanted to be. She bent down and started unzipping her right boot. “While you’re in there with him, make sure you understand your place in life and in this family. Make sure you two have a good talk, because it will be your last. When I get you out of my boot I want you to apologies to me and your father.” 

Laura just couldn’t comprehend how small she was and she could only cry and panic. Suzie picked her up and dropped her inside the stinky darkness of her boot, she tumbled down inside on the insole and finally came to a stop.

“Laura!” said Jim, quickly running to his girlfriend. He grabbed her sobbing numb body and quickly brought her deeper cause he knew that seconds later Suzie’s nylon foot would come over them and they needed to be in a safe spot, which means, under her toes. Jim brought his girlfriend there and as expected Suzie’s giantess foot came down in the dark boot, cutting the light, sealing them in, and her giant toes rushed over them, trapping both of them under. The inexorable sound of the zipper going up sealed the deal and Laura and Jim both laid down side by side under Suzie’s smelly toes. Laura gagged, coughed, screamed, cried.

For two hours, Jim and Laura talked about their relationship. Jim explained everything, told her that her mother was right, that she deserved better. They hugged, they kissed in the darkness. Laura was disgusted beyond measure. She realized how disgusting feet were and realized how her boyfriend was twisted. Together, they went through all possible emotions. They were miserable, humiliated. They had lost. The war was over. Suzie had won. 

“You are perfect my love.” Said Jim. 

“No I am not.” Laura said. 

“Yes you are. You are the best person I know. You will go far. Me, I’m just a loser. This is for the best. Let me go, Laura. Find a new boyfriend, get a good life. You will forget about me some day, and you’ll be happy.” Said Jim. 

“I will never forget you Jim. Despite what my mom drilled in your head, you are a good man. But you’re right, I can’t live like this anymore.” Laura had understood. She was passing through a fierce acceptation moment where she had to agree with what she didn’t want to agree. But Laura was mature enough to understand and know that their relationship was indeed doomed from the start and despite all their efforts to work on it, it was going to end sooner or later. And that it would be for the best.

“I want out.” She said. But Suzie wasn’t going to let her out but until late in the evening. When she did, Laura and Jim saw each other for the last time in the dim lighted interior of a stinky high heel boot. They kissed one last time, their kiss tasting like foot sweat. They hugged. And then two giant fingers pinched her and pulled her out of the boot and that was the last time they saw each other. Jim had this image of his perfect girlfriend being taken away from him imprinted in his memory forever. And then....Suzie’s foot came back over Jim, and the zipper was zipped up again. 

Jim still had a few weeks of foot slavery to do with Suzie, to honor his end of the deal. 

He did it, crying his life out of himself all along.

The End.