Crushed Love - Chapter 3

My incredibly beautiful giantess of a girlfriend looked at me with uncertainty. She looked at her boots. She had her leather knee high boots with platform wedged soles and insulated interior for winter. For a split second there, I knew that she wasn’t all too sure about what was going to happen.

“Hmm, okay, let’s do this.” She said. She bent down and unzipped her boot down to her foot and removed her right boot. She crouched to the machine’s level and looked down at me holding her opened boot in one hand and reaching out for me with the other. “You’re so small James, it’s incredible.”

“Don’t worry about me, baby! I am ready for this.” I said.

“I can barely hear you.” She said. “But okay, here goes.” She picked me up with her thumb and forefinger and I felt a shiver down my spine as the huge fingers touched my naked body. She lifted me up slowly and brought me over the opening of her boot. Then I felt like falling and landed on the heel surface of the insole. I quickly lost balance and fell to my needs and rolled down the high heel slope into the darkness of the smelly boot. The odor that I loved was increased 10 times. It was perfectly strong, delicious for my little tiny nose. I got my bearings and managed to sit down on the insole in this dark cave. Above, the opening was filled by my giantess girlfriend’s face.

“You okay in there?” she said.

“Yes!” I screamed back. I heard me voice reverb on the inner boot’s walls. This was a dream come true for me, wow, it was incredible. I had just gave up my normal life to live under my sweet girlfriend’s feet and inside her footwear and now for the first time she was about to entrap me inside her boots and …wear me. I was excited and terrified. I had done a few VR simulations of this before so I kinda knew what was going to happen, but it’s different when it happens for real. Melany looked down at me and game me the most beautiful smile.

“Okay baby, let’s go home.” She told me. Then I saw her face disappear and felt the whole boot was moving downwards. I felt it being positioned on the floor beneath me. And then, a white cotton socked foot appeared in the opening of the boot partially blocking the light. It came down fast and like a ram, it hit me and I felt down on my back, pushed by its giant strength and I ended up stuck under her toes and pushed deeper into the boot. My girlfriend’s foot took its rightful place into the boot and I was laying down sideways under her socked toes, the cotton mesh pressing me down, and the space under her toes was just perfect for my little body. I felt squeezed and crushed and darkness was now all around me.

And then I hear the incredibly loud sound of the boot’s zipper going up and sealing me in. it was incredibly erotic for me, I wanted to touch myself but also didn’t want to make a mess. I wanted to keep this entrapping place and my girlfriend’s sock immaculate. So I kept my excitement to myself and tried to focus on all the new sensations and discover what my new life would be about. The pressure, the smell, the intense heat suddenly rising and irradiating from Melany’s perfect foot. The movements, was she walking? Yes she was. Walking slowly at first, making a few unsure steps, then she gained in confidence and started walking more naturally. She wiggled her toes over me sometimes, but most of the time this skyscraping tower of a girlfriend was just crushing my tiny body and I could feel how massive she was. How a sexy body like hers could be dangerous and strong. I felt like I was at my place int hat boot, where I belong. And my girlfriend was walking on me, then I guess she was driving, then more walking. I loved it. Every second of it, it was perfect. I wish this moment would last forever and I knew it would happen often. I wanted her to keep me in that boot as long as possible. I wanted her foot to keep pouring sweat on me. I tasted it, ate some sock lint too. While it was being forced in my mouth. Humidity levels were perfect and the smell was so powerful and dominating. I was completely submitted, in ecstasy. I loved her so much. My Melany, I loved her so damn much.

That first experience inside her footwear was magical. And the subsequent ones were too. Melany was up to her word and kept me inside her footwear at all times. I would sleep in her shoes, or sneakers, she sometimes put me inside her socks or nylons, or directly inside her shoes. She wore me to go to university. She wore me to go shopping, to go for walks. She wore me inside her sneakers on the treadmill. She wore me inside her fluffy house slippers. She put me inside her hiking boots, inside her ski boots, inside her figure skates. Every time, on every occasion she had, she put me under her feet. I was in heaven, it couldn’t be best. Every time she would smile at me, tell me she loved me and that she was happy that we could finally both live our relationship together in the best way possible, but fulfilling our desires in a very unusual way.

Winter finally came to an end. Lighter, less insulated footwear was now a good change for me. Summer shoes, sometimes sandals, I was scared when she wore sandals I didn’t want to fall off. But she kept me trapped under her bare toes forcefully. She was good at keeping my pinned under her soles or toes. I would often kiss them.

I was living the ultimate dream. I wanted it to last forever.

Sadly, my girlfriend gradually started to lose interest in me. She started to gradually talk less to me, give me less attention. She also started to wear shoes without me inside, and leaving me in another pair in her closet. That made me sad. She pretexted she was in a hurry, or that she preferred me to stay safe. She also started to gradually stop checking on me. She seemed to have more on her mind, and it wasn’t me. She sometimes would tell me she loved me, and smile at me, but that was less and less often.

By the end of summer, I was spending less time in her shoes with her foot, than time alone in her shoes in the closet. She didn’t feel like “wearing me” that much and outright just told me.

“James, get out of my shoe.” “James, I need to go now, hurry up and get out.” Or even: “I can’t have you in my shoes all the time James, sometimes I need to go out on my own.” Then I would just step out of her shoe and I would look at her put them on, without me inside.

This went on for a while, she really wasn’t interested in me anymore. Sometimes she would come back late at night, face planted in her cellphone, texting her real normal size friends and completely forget about me. She would go to bed without even talking to me and wake up the next morning and go without talking to me.

I was frustrated…sad, deeply wounded by her behavior. I felt like I was just in her way, that she had stopped loving me. The heaven I was into started more and more to feel like hell. Being ignored, treated with indifference. When the next winter arrived, Melany was barely wearing me in any of her shoes anymore. Just here and there sometimes, on very rare occasions.

I felt abandoned. And there wasn’t’ much I could do at my size. What she had promised me, a life under her feet, was now more like a dream again than reality. I had given up my real life for her, and it seemed like she didn’t want to acknowledge that anymore. She just wanted to continue on living her real life …without me.

I felt heartbroken and alone.

But it wasn’t the end of my suffering. Things got way worse.