Once again I woke up and was disappointed as I realised that I was still shrunken. The previous events were horrible and I wouldn’t have expected Scarlett to torment me like this. I knew she was just playing around but she had no idea how this felt at my size. I was located on the couch and next to me was a plate with some scrunched cookies and a pulp that looked like banana-mash. I had to smile and climbed the plate and began with the feast. It felt great to get something into my stomach. Still the memory of Scarlett’s pretending to eat me still sent shivers down my neck.

I left the plate and sat down on the couch again. After a while Samuel came got the plate and brought it back into the kitchen while I continued relaxing. I had deserved a little rest. Samuel returned and turned on the TV. He approached the couch and sat down directly next to me without even looking at me. The impact of him sitting down let me bump into the air and fall again onto the couch, slightly hurting my right leg. “Hey careful”, I yelled up at him. He gave me an uninterested gaze as he saw me lying next to his butt holding may leg and then slid with his butt slightly into my direction so I had to roll away from it. “Be glad I didn’t sit down on you”, he said fetched a book from the table in front of the couch and started reading. I frowned but let the matter rest. I saw how Scarlett entered the living room and headed for the couch. My leg still hurt so I couldn’t walk that good and so I hoped she wouldn’t ignore me if she wanted to sit down too.

“You’re in my spot Ethan”, she just said shortly before arriving at the couch and then turned around showing off her butt which was visible quite good in her grey pantyhose. I wasn’t sure if she was just kidding me for she should know that sitting down on me would most likely end up with me being nothing but a stain on her butt. On the other hand I had survived a similar encounter with my sister four years ago. Scarlett pretended to move in slow motion but it seemed that she didn’t know about my injured leg.

“Scarlett don’t! I can’t move properly”, I yelled up at her but she wouldn’t react. She lowered her butt slowly but steadily while giggling childishly. I looked at Samuel hoping he would do something but he just looked at her ass. The couch only had enough space for two people to sit on it so even if I could run I’d probably get hit anyway. The lower end of her butt cheeks connected with the surface and the rest of her butt slowly rolled into my direction and there was nowhere to go. The shadow grew larger and I screamed as her grey butt caught me in the end and overran me like a soft flabby bus. I was pressed into her cheek as she increased the pressure on me with every second.

I hoped she wouldn’t put her full weight on me since right now my death was prevented by the soft surface of the couch and her smooth behind. Nevertheless it got very hot and I couldn’t breathe properly since my face was pressed into the fabric of her pantyhose. I panicked as my body needed oxygen but Scarlett made no attempt to release me from this humiliating prison. Instead she seemed to put further pressure on me and slowly I felt my body give in. Just as I gave up on life and asked myself whether I’d wake up soon at normal height and without further injuries, Scarlett stood up finally. I was stuck to her butt though and as she looked onto the couch she first thought I’d somehow managed it to escaper her attack. But as she had been quite sure that she had felt me squirm under her butt she checked it with her hand and found me pressed into the fabric of her pantyhose. She freed me and put me onto the table in front of the couch. I breathed heavily and my vision was blurred from the light and the lack of oxygen. I was still panicking as I lay on the table. My body shook and I fearfully groped my body to see whether it was squished or still intact. I felt quite relieved as it obviously wasn’t completely flattened. I opened my eyes again and gained prove of my presumption.

I was shocked that as I looked at Scarlett she wasn’t even paying attention. Instead she had already planted her huge feet in front of me on the table. I could smell them from here so I crawled away from them to the other edge of the table where I planned on giving my poor legs a rest and watched a little TV. And before long I heard how Scarlett and Samuel were making out once again. I wondered how they could care so little that they experienced a physically impossible event and now had a shrunken human who was their former friend. And now they treated me like… Well like I always had dreamed of being treated but without knowing how it would actually feel. This was probably my punishment for these wishes and fantasies. It began to get late and even after all the voluntary and non-optional naps I took I grew tired. I stood up and tried to walk. My leg still hurt but I could still hobble. I moved towards Scarlett’s giant feet.

“Hey where can I sleep tonight without danger of being squished?” I asked with a slight sarcastic undertone. “Well if you talk once again with me like that you will sleep under my foot… maybe forever”, Scarlett answered coldly and sent shivers down my spine with it. She raised her foot over me and pretended to crush me under her heel. I quickly backed of intimidated. Scarlett laughed then and stood up. She lifted me up and went with me into the bedroom. Everywhere in this room were clothes lying around. It was a mess and I wondered why I haven’t noticed it earlier when I was here. Well I guess I had other problems. Scarlett went with me around the bed. She picked up a white sport-sock which was lying around in the mess and then looked at me. She saw my sceptical face and smirked.

“Hey it’s soft and warm in the night”, she stated and held me over the opening. I felt like having a déjà vu when I remembered Cynthia doing the same with me. But Scarlett carefully shoved me inside of the white fabric-prison. She then laid down the sock on the ground again carelessly. I looked up and saw that the opening of her sock was out of reach for me. I actually got a hard on from the smell in this definitely not fresh sock. But it soon left for disgust since it smelled awful like sweaty feet.

I tried to breathe through my nose only and laid down into the fabric which actually was warm and soft. I closed my eyes and embraced the sleep. I woke up by a rumbling. There was light emanated through the fabric. It seemed to be already morning. A shadow raised over the opening of my sock and I was quite sure that I had recognised toes. When I understood it, it was already to late and my prison was flattened as Scarlett stepped on it when she stood up. I was bruised between the wall of fabric and Scarletts foot which then quickly moved away from the sock leaving me slightly hurt in my crumbled prison. I couldn’t move and was stuck and once again got disgusted by the smell in here. Nearly thirty minutes nothing happened and I heard Samuel snoring. Then finally Scarlett seemed to return.

“Hey Samy wake up sweetheart… I’m going for a jog now”, I heard her say. She then moved around the room and it sounded like she was dressing up. She sat down on the bed right in front of my prison. I expected her to at least greet me and maybe release me before she would leave. My prison started shaking and was lifted into the air. I looked forward to be outside of this smelly sock finally but instead I got disappointed another time as Scarlett’s toes appeared at the opening. Before I could scream Scarlett had shoved her foot inside it. It approached me as a train and before I could react I was smothered between the sock and her toes.

Nooooo!

She didn’t seem to realise that I was in here as she stepped down and I got stuck in her toe-section. If I’d been somewhere else I would have been dead I guess so I was kind of lucky. I could even breathe enough to not die to a lack of oxygen. But as she started walking out of her room I already wished she would have killed me in an instant instead of putting me through this horror. I’ve read enough stories about shrunken guys being unaware in someone’s sock. She would now go jogging without noticing me… And it came exactly as I expected it. First it became darker and hotter as she put on her shoes. The smell got stronger and she then started to increase the tempo with which she pressed me down into the fabric and my face into the skin of her toes and releasing me again. A process which would now be repeated for at least an hour. With every step it got hotter in this hell and at some point she would eventually start to sweat. The sock beneath me was already wet and released her sweat every time I was pressed into the fabric. It then flooded my body. I had to breathe through my nose if I wanted to avoid getting the salty liquid into my mouth. It wouldn’t reach my nose yet but the stench I now was forced to inhale with every breath was nearly equally cruel. I counted the seconds, an activity which prevented me from going insane. After what I’d say were thirty minutes the steps suddenly stopped. It already was a humid hell inside of this shoe and the air was barely breathable.

Suddenly I moved together with Scarlett’s foot out of the shoe. I felt how fresh air got through the fabric and finally Scarlett put off her sock. First she let me in it and checked her foot for some kind of stone or something similar then she looked into the sock and saw me. She turned pale and got me out immediately. I was weak but thankfully I breathed the fresh air. My body burned from the salt contained in her sweat. She held me in one hand while standing on one foot. She put me down onto the ground which was muddy but at my current weight I wouldn’t even leave footprints on it. Scarlett put her sock and shoe back on and then looked at me as I lay on the mud heavily breathing. I wasn’t ready to talk yet.

“I totally forgot about you in there… Well luckily you survived it”, she said. I felt like a worm at her feet and now I even was in the right location for that feeling. I already was quite dirty but the mud eased the burning from the salt. Scarlett’s sport-shoes hovered in front of me like buildings and constantly reminded me of my position. I’ve never really been into shoes actually but this view really made me feel minor to her.

As she saw how I looked at her shoe, she raised it high above me. I saw the dirt which was stuck to the sole as she descended it into my direction. I suspected her to think I would get turned on by this but still I was afraid she would actually step down on me once again finishing what she had begun unwarily. She eventually stepped on me carefully and I got pressed into the mud. She didn’t put much weight into her step ensuring I wouldn’t get injured. She raised her foot again and looked at me as I was buried in the mud surrounded by the huge footprint of her shoe. She then grabbed me up and as I lay on the palm of her hand I saw her gathering drool in her mouth which she than spat directly on me and began to clean me with it. It was disgusting but it freed me from the last remains of her sweat and cooled my burnings. She then dried me with her top and smiled at me. “Seems like you’ve earned a first class ride”, she said and while she held me with one hand she pulled at her sport-bra creating an opening in which she then shoved me in.

I slid down her left breast until she let the bra carefully slip back into position pinning me pressed against her boob. It too was sweaty and I directly felt the salt attacking my skin again. But at the same time I was astonished that she really let me in a private zone like this. I felt her heart beat faster as she continued to jog. I could breathe more or less properly even if it was humid and hot. She never had big breasts but from my current position they seemed huge anyway. To my right I could feel her nipple. I could reach it with my right hand. As I touched it I felt it harden and instantly regretted doing this for I wouldn’t want to bring Scarlett into an unpleasant situation. A slap hit me from behind and pressed me deeper into the breast. Seems like Scarlett had noticed my action and wanted me to stop. After another fifteen minutes this prison turned into hell too since she was sweating here as well and the salty liquid flowed over me like a small beck. I was thankful when the travel finally ended as she had arrived at home again. She pulled me out of her black sports-bra directly in front of Samuel who frowned at me. I guessed this was looking kind of strange but right now I only wanted a shower or even a bath.

“Could you arrange a bath for me Scarlett?” I asked carefully. She looked at me and nodded. She seemed to be still sorry for the humiliating stuff she had me put through without knowing. Well now I knew that they actually cared for my life, at least Scarlett did. She filled a bowl with warm water. It was filled high enough so I could climb out of it myself when I was finished. Scarlett left the bathroom I was located in. I relaxed in the hot water which healed my burned body and my mind from the previous events. After a while Samuel came in and towered above my bowl. I could tell he was kind of mad at me even if I didn’t know exactly why. Hadn’t Scarlett told him about the events?

“You’re taking it too far Ethan”, he said in a threatening voice. I looked at him not sure how to respond. He took the bowl I was in and emptied it into the sink while holding me in it with his thumb. Now I was imprisoned again for the glass walls of the bowl were way to slippery to climb up. He then put the bowl onto a stool next to the toilet and looked down on me. He seemed unsure what to do now.

“Samy it was her decision to shove me there. Do I look like being able of making my own choices?” I yelled up at him. This response kind of seemed to darken his mood even further. He had always been such a reasonable guy and I didn’t understand how he couldn’t understand this. He couldn’t actually think that there was anything going on between me and Scarlett. Samuel got some adhesive tape out of a drawer under the sink and ripped a very small bit of it. He then lifted me up and taped it across my mouth. What the fuck was he planning?

He put me back into the bowl and arranged the stool right in front of him. He then locked the door to the bathroom and returned. He towered over me. I had a really bad feeling about this but the tape prevented me from screaming as Samuel opened his button fly and whipped out his cock. I turned pale, he couldn’t be serious. Hadn’t I been through enough humiliation today? This was heavily going beyond the scope… But Samuel didn’t seem to care as I knelt down in the bow making begging gestures. He aimed at the bowl and released what I had feared. A yellow rain poured down on me and within seconds I was soaked in his urine.

The bowl quickly filled but before it could get filled enough for me to climb out of the bowl he stopped. I had to breathe through my nose allowing the urine and it’s stench into my body. I felt it running down my throat and I had to puke. Unfortunately that wasn’t possible with my mouth taped. He looked down on me enjoying the excruciated gaze in my eyes. He then pushed me down into the liquid with his index finger. His piss streamed through my nose into my body and I was close to drowning. I could have never imagined to be humiliated like this by one of my former closest friends. Not even in my imaginations I had reached this degree of degradation.

Before I could lose my consciousness he fetched me out of the bowl and let me fall into the sink. I was hit by the heavy stream from the water-tap which cooled my body below body temperature within a few seconds. As he washed me in this brutal manner I finally lost my consciousness and drowned in nightmares. In what kind of hell have I gotten here?