The streamer (part 2 of 2)

So, it came to my mind that at some point, getting into that kind of situation, could be (or not), a bad idea. Maybe. I mean, I did picture myself stuck under her toes, half and inch tall, after spending hours in her shoe smelling her foot odor and also…. smiling at a webcam, for fans would want to see me. Me, someone who actually prefers to watch than being watched. I would suddenly be, for Valerie’s fans’ momentary viral delight, the very thing they look at, talk about, crave for, think twisted and/or horny about, etc. So basically, I was potentially getting myself into meme territory. I could fucking become a meme.

When you actually get what you want.

Scary.

But yolo I guess. Right? So I met Valerie at the corner of two streets I didn’t know about, she lived in a small apartment. I had long learned to bring bribe money on those kinds of opportunity. So I brought 300 hundred dollars just in case. I also tried to dress cool. Not my kind of thing but I tried. Grabbed a cab to get there. Funky neighborhood, a bit sketchy. But she was there, looking like a Japanese bunny on white patent leather platform boots. It struck me that for the second time I meet her, I realized that she actually looks like a kawaii anime girl even in real life. It’s not something she only does for the streaming. She -is- like that. Very impressive. It requires a lot of courage to actually defy normality like that. For that, I admire her.

“Hey!” she said to me, waving.

“Hi Valerie. I huh, I mean, I guess this is awkward, right?” I didn’t plan what to say.

“What is?” She looked at me from head to toe and back, then smiled and motioned me to follow her. We walked on the sidewalk to her appartement. “So, Annie, hmm, the worse thing you can actually do, is make things awkward. Just relax and enjoy. We’re indulging one of your kinky lust, aren’t we?” she said. I was walking with her, a bit behind while she opened the door and walked in.

“I guess so.” I said. I felt stupid. Damn me. he was right after all. This was just for fun. Valerie was so self-confident it was crushing me. I felt very average.

“Don’t worry Annie, it’s not like this is going to be -that- much fun anyway.” She said, climbing up the hallway stairs.

“Hmm, what do you mean?” I asked politely. We got to the door of her apartment.

“Well, I mean that you’re going to be very small, crammed into very tight space, smelling my foot stink for a long time.” She explained. There was nothing int hat explanation that I had not pictured in my mind before.

“I know. What’s the catch?” I asked. She got into the apartment.

“There’s no catch. I just…” She hesitated, welcomed me in. I walked inside her apartment. She closed the door behind me and smiled. “No catch Annie, but maybe….. As you can see, I’m not a rich person, I do what I can to make a living, with the streams and all.” She walked in to the apartment; it was very small. She lead me to her gaming room, a small bedroom she decorated for her fans. I knew that room but it was interesting to see it in real and not just from the camera. But the rest of the apartment looked very plain and small and, perhaps a bit low budget indeed. I didn’t judge, but I kinda realized where she was going.

“It’s alright Valerie. I get it.” I said to her. “You just told me not to make this awkward, so I won’t. Name your price.” I said. She sighed and smiled, looked at the floor.

“Two hundred, maybe?” she asked. I smiled and got the two hundred dollars out of my purse.

“Here.” I said giving her the money. She thanked me and actually gave me a genuine smile. What you see on screen is staged and worked to show what’s best. But me, I was with the real Valerie. The true Valerie, the one who struggles, the one with insecurities. Of course when she was streaming, and putting on her act, she looked like a goddess with absolutely everyone at her feet. It was an act. A character she played, for her fans. For me. But there, next to me was the real genuine Valerie, and she had anxiety, she was struggling with money and spent all she got to buy plushie bunnies and cat ears and outfits, chokers, stockings, thigh high socks, shoes, props, and all those things her character needs.

I gave her the fucking money. I mean, was it really expensive after all, to actually live to meet this person, the real one?

“I appreciate it.” She said, gave me another genuine smile. Cool girl. She was a real celebrity for me. But I realized that she was a real person, and I think I liked that I have this extreme privilege to see it. “You ready?” she added.

“I think I am. Do I have to undress?”

“Yeah…, this thing doesn’t shrink clothes.” She told me, getting a remote out of a drawer. She powered it while I removed my shirt and pants. I pulled off my socks and unsnapped my bra. I hesitated, then, looking at her, radiant, smiling, happy. We were tied by some kind of weird business. I was now paying her to do something to me. I was paying to surrender my rights to this young, beautiful kawaii girl. Part of me again thought that there could be a chance it could be a bad idea but… you only live once. I let my bra fall on the carpet floor of her pastel pink gaming room.

I bent down and pulled down my panties, trying to accept and fight the shame. I thought maybe I could be courageous too. I stood back up, naked, in front of her, trying to stand tall, stand strong and proud. I didn’t want this to be humiliating yet. I wanted her to see there was determination in my surrender. Purpose maybe.

She didn’t seem to care. She actually smiled and giggled, then zapped me with that remote thing.

Poof…. I felt fluffy and light, like a feather floating down and poof again, this time I landed on the carpet floor, probably something around half of an inch. I looked up and Valerie’s massive boot landed next to me. It was huge. Incomprehensibly huge. Just like the VR povs clips I tried about being shrunk and crushed by women with my small VR headset. But this time, it wasn’t VR. It was…. R.

“I’ll crush you!” said Valerie playfully. Even from down to my minuscule perspective I could see she was back in character. She was playing cute. She hovered her massive boot over me, threatening to crush me, and I sat back in the carpet fibers enjoying this as much as I could. But she actually lowered her foot down on me and pressed. She pressed so hard my whole body was being forced down into the carpet under her white dirty platform boot’s sole. She was… actually…crushing me, for real? I felt the boot move away but on the other side, behind me. For a moment there I was under the impression she just stepped on me, full weight. I looked up and she was back, towering over me, threatening to crush me again with her boot and she lowered her foot back on top of me, this time, she stayed here. She didn’t step off, she was just pushing me down into the carpet with extreme force. Probably all her body weight. I could hear the giggling above me, muffled by the thick carpeted and the ginormous boot.

She eventually stepped off and her massive body walked to the char, where she sat down. I looked up at her, she was actually looking at the computer screen. I thought I was seeing stars, I was completely out of focus but I could hear her talk, all of sudden.

“Hi everyone! Hi Phil, hi Bob, hey fancypants99, and you too susimini. Holà!...Hi…” she started streaming. She was actually turning on her channel and talking to her regular fans, who were there to meet her anytime she would be online. She took a moment to describe her outfit, show it to her fans, talk about how she made it, where she bought every pieces of it and eventually placed one boot over on the desk. “Footslave is in there, he says hi! But hey people, today is a VERY special day!” she said to her fans, plopping her foot back on the ground. “I shrunk little Annie. The girl I met at bestbuy!” She started to talk about me. She eventually looked at me, trying to get free of the carpet fibers. “I shrunk her and I am about to put her inside my other boot! I’ll do it live so you can see all of it!” she giggled, continued to talk to her fans. I was half panicked half excited.

All of a sudden, she lunged at me and picked me up carefully between her finger nails and I moved at incredible speed as she brought me to the computer and put me in front of the webcam. Oh god… That camera looked at me and it felt like thousands of eyes. And actually, it was thousands of eyes, I learned later she got a viewer number record that day. She dangled me in front of the camera.

“Annie! Say hi!” I tried to wave my arm at the camera. I am sure I looked stupid, people were probably commenting on the chat. Already making fun of me, making memes out of me. “alright, so, as promised everybody. Today I am gonna continue my game and this time, Shrinkie here will be smelling my other foot!” Valerie started talking about the game she would play, what happened in the last game, and where she was up to. She placed me on the desk and winked at me, smiling and playing her role. She talked about her footslave and about me. Then, she actually brought her foot up on her chair and unzipped her white kneehigh platform boot and this was it, this was what I was actually looking forward to. She brought the open boot to the camera above me. “She’s going to be in there!, trapped under my stinky toes!”

She then looked down at me and picked me up. She was holding the boot with one hand and me with he other hand and she was showing all her movements to the camera. “Ready Annie?” I couldn’t really say anything, I was so small, pressed against her strawberry smelling fingers. “Ready everyone?” she looked at the camera and giggled. Then she brought me over the boot opening and slowly , very slowly, brought me down inside. It was so slow I thought I would pass out. I tried to stay sane as I looked down at the boot’s dark cave like insides.

“3….2….1….” She dropped me. “oops!” she said and giggled. I landed flat on the heel’s insole, it was a bit damped, smelled like feet and roses and strawberries, and humidity and it was a bouquet of odors and then I tumbled down the heel slope into the darkness and the smell intensified and I finally came down to a rest down into the boot on the insole and I could see light coming from the boot’s opening. I saw Valerie’s pink hair, then her face, she looked down at me and grimaced. She talked to her fans, tried to shoe me to her fans but the movement of the boot made me tumble left and right and backwards and forward and at some point, it came to a stop. Valerie had put the boot down on the floor.

I looked up the boot opening. I could barely see what was happening, but Valerie was still in character, talking to her fans like she usually does. Then she brought her foot up, I noticed it was bare, no socks, and she wiggled her toes up at the camera. I heard the words “no socks” from what she said to her fans, and immediately I knew what she actually told them. She then looked down at me, actually giving me attention.

“Now Annie, while you’re in there, I was you to smell my foot. You’re my footslave number two now, and I want you to suffocate. Understood?” I nodded. I don’t know why I nodded, but I still did, I agreed. I gave her my agreement. She didn’t care, she had her money, I was inside her boot, all of my dreams were all coming true at the same time, at this very moment where I saw her sexy bare foot come up over the boot’s opening. She wiggled and pointed her toes down and plunged her foot into the boot. Suddenly, the huge toes rammed into her boot and made their way down up and onto my waiting body. The grabbed me, rammed me, bullied me. Bumped and pushed, forced me into a cramped position, they ruled me. Valerie’s heel finally settled inside the boot, and while the huge bare smelly toes of my favorite streamer actually forced me to stay put, I heard the zipper, felt its vibrating inexorability. She was sealing me in.

Her foot, and her boot smelled very good. I didn’t expect to actually like it, but I did. The only real problem I faced is the fact that it was really cramped in there. Her toes became moist and warm. The sell intensified over time. She would scrunch her toes over me here and there. I could hear the muffled voice above me, she was streaming and playing video games this time with me inside her boot, it was completely surrealistic.

I tried to relax.

This almost felt like a therapy. I had time to let the humiliation sink in. I had time to think and accept what I was currently doing, the fact that I was paying her to do it, the whole situation. I had time to enjoy, in pure darkness, the feeling of being privileged. I really liked Valerie. I wanted her to become my friend.

Later that day, after I spend most of it trapped in her boot under her toes, Valerie grew me back to normal size and I dressed up. We sat in her living room and talked about what happened. She offered me a drink, I accepted. She asked many questions about herself, how I enjoyed the smell, the boot, the softness of her toes. She told me she showered and washed her feet thoroughly before, just for me. We talked about the other footslave, the guy, who was actually still in her boot and she told me he would remain there until she goes to bed later. We actually talked about other things to, like video games and anime.

Before I left, she hugged me. She thanked me. She gave me an old pair of cotton socks and told me to keep them. I smelled them and they smelled like her feet and her strawberry cupcake perfume. I thanked her as well and went on my way home. Valerie and I became true friends. We started hanging out here and there, often going for ice cream and stuff.

Tomorrow she will shrink me again, I can’t wait to try this whole thing again.

The end