Heather's Foot Bitch - Chapter 5

“I’ll be wearing a skirt today at work, I hope you don’t mind.” Heather said to me while dressing up. “And since you didn’t lick my shoes clean, I’ll shrink you to the smallest size possible and wear you inside my shoes. Now, my feet tend to get extra smelly when I wear nylons, so, maybe you should have licked my shoes after all.” I instantly regretted not licking her shoes after she said that. 

I kind of realized no matter what I do or don’t do I would get in trouble anyway. Heather had so much fun torturing me that she would find ways to punish me even if I would have done everything fine and alright. She was way too excited about this and I had enough. I wanted to protest but as soon as she got closer to me, she pointed the remote thing to my face and I started shrinking again. 

“The smallest is 1/16th of an inch. That’s fucking small, I mean, I won’t even feel you in there.” Heather said while looking at me shrink to that microscopic size. “Holy fuck, I can barely see you. Might as well dump you in my shoe right away so you don’t get lost.” She brought her giant finger an used her finger nail to flick me inside the shoe that was next to the coffee table. I took a while to fall down and finally landed on the huge smelly insole of her black schoolgirl loafers she was planning to wear that evening. “I might forget that you’re there, sorry in advance.” She said to me, but I am not sure she could see me I was so small. I decided to use my precious time to find a comfy spot to lay down before she would put the shoes on and I managed to go down the heel slope and find a spot between the shoe’s insole and the shoe’s inner wall. Some kind of crevice that had accumulated sock lint and dust. The smell was powerful and omnipotent, smelled like humidity and feet. I knew it would get worse soon so I had to ready myself. I made a cozy little bed in that crevice with sock lint and tucked myself in. The advantage, as small as it was, of being reduced to that extremely tiny size, was that I wouldn’t have to worry about claustrophobia. She wouldn’t really crush me either cause I was too small and well protected. I was laying down in the shoe and I realized the insole was starting to get a bit unglued and tearing off at that spot. I would have to be careful not to slip under it, that could be the end of me if I ever slipped under there and got stuck. 

“Oh, by the way, since you’ve not been working very hard in the last couple days, You’re fired.” Said Heather from above. Then I saw her black stockinged toes plunge into the shoe, the whole giantess foot entering and blocking the light and soon the nylon mesh brushing the insole next to my cozy spot. I was proud of finding that cozy spot it would protect me. But then her foot entered the shoe compelted and settled inside, I immediately saw the problems of my situation. As soon as she started walking, her huge weight would press down on the insole material and make it move a bit since it was starting to tear off from every day wear for more than a year. I found my cozy spot to be a little bit more precarious than I thought and I sunk in under the insole material from the constant pounding. I slipped under, trying to stay out, but at some point only my head sticking out from under the insole and my face was full of dust and sock lint. My body was crushed under her immense weight as well as my face was being smudged by her nylon mesh skin. Being under the ball of her foot like that wasn’t a good idea after all but I was completely stuck and could move, all I could do now was endure the whole time in this stupid position where my head was sticking out of my little inshoe crevice and my tiny minuscule body was under the insole. 

I felt stupid, and the heat rising and smell becoming more powerful reminded me that not only I felt stupid, but I was stupid. I just lost my job over this and now, Heather was out of control. I was so small and insignificant, a bug could eat me. I was so immensely humiliated and reduced to nothing that I started to cry while being walked on and crushed by Heather’s stinky warm foot. 

Heather had managed to break me. She succeeded. She made me abdicate. What was a first a mere curious behavior from me became hell, and she forced it upon me like I could never have predicted. How could I know she would turn cruel and merciless on me? I knew all the ingredients for a disaster were all gathered, but I didn’t know the disaster would be that big, no pun intended. Not only she had no respect towards me, treating me as inferior and all, but I think it also made her feel good. She wasn’t the big boss, just the team supervisor of the evening shift. I knew that at some point in my life I would get a career way beyond hers and that I would laugh at her miserable little boss job, but for now, I was in the laughable situation. I had nothing, I was reduced to a size one would need a microscope to clearly see me, or at least a magnifying glass. This was dangerous, because I started to think about the consequences. What if she just leaves me here? What if she just decided to keep me in her shoe forever? What if I would completely lose my life to become a tiny living foot slave for that horrible, cruel person? Scenarios of catastrophe started to pile up in my tiny brain, and while I was in a safe spot in her shoe, all I could do is panic about the future. I could very well just try to sleep or relax, but it was too hard for me. And Heather…well, she managed to break me. 

My will was gone. 

I inhaled deeply with my nose, just to humiliate myself even more. Like if being that low would potentially be the lowest and that at some point things could only get better from now. But that was luxury thinking. I inhaled and got intoxicated by the smell, powerful and heavy, and all I could focus on was that I was at the lowest of the lowests. The most ridiculously low person on Earth. 

She worked all the night shift without giving me a single care. She did exactly what she told em she would do: forget about me. 

“Please.” I said out loud, half crying. “Please let me out.” I said. It came out of my mouth like a rattle more than like a sentence and it was pointless, nobody could hear me. I just cried in despair, letting all the disgrace fill my lungs and my whole body. Hours of shame poured into me, pounded into me, forced with each step.

There was a ray of light at some point, her foot had moved back, but it came back in. She probably was just shoeplaying while working at her desk. Then again, some light, and again, she pushed her foot back into the shoe. She did that several times, each time giving me a little crushed hope of seeing the outer world. But no, she would simply play with the shoe, like most girls do. I could hear voices of the call center, people working like if nothing happened.

I knew she fired me, so I wished deep inside this was my last shift. 

She eventually let me out. It wasn’t easy. She had to shake the shoe up and down for me to be able to get out of my precarious position from under the insole. Part of me didn’t want to let go wither cause who knows what she could have had in mind for me? But I did let go and I fell off forever like dust. Eventually, I landed on a floor and next to me was the absolutely huge world of the call center, empty, after everyone had left except her. 

And me. 

“Wow you’re so small…The stupid zapper can’t see you.” She said, holding the shrinking device towards me. “It can’t pick you up, you’re too small!” She tried again, numerous times. She swore, numerous times. The thing wouldn’t grow me back to normal size, or whatever size she had picked for me. I had no idea. All I knew is that suddenly, hopes that I could potentially grow were crushed by the massive fact that the fucking remote didn’t work. Now it all went really fast. 

Heather looked at the remote, looked at me, and back at the remote a few tims. I was a speck on the floor and she knew I was vulnerable. She looked at her shoe, she looked back at me. She then had an idea that crossed her mind, whatever it was, it really changed the way she looked at me. It went from disbelief to panic. She was now confronted to the fact that she had lost control on this little game she was playing with me and that I wouldn’t grow back to normal size just like that. I was hoping back then that in her mind crossed the idea that she was suddenly in trouble. That the game wasn’t a game anymore and that it was more a problem. She looked at me like if I was a puzzle. 

“It…. Doesn’t work…I huh…Eh…well I guess you’re in trouble.” She said to me. 

And then it’s when I realized that no, she wasn’t much in trouble. I was. 

Heather stood up in her magnificence. Fuck…she was tall. I mean, it was completely out of reach to understand how tall she was. From inside the shoe, yes her foot was huge and deadly but the perspective wasn’t the same as looking up at her whole body towering like a goddess looking at a puny thing she could easily crush. And That’s what she tried. 

My view was suddenly blocked by the sole of her shoe, rapidely descending on me. She was going to crush me. To get rid of me. To get rid of any evidence if someone would come out and look for me. She wanted me to die. And the sole of her shoe came down on me like the most engulfing heavy thing even. There was no air, no nothing. Just pressure. I felt like my guts would come out of me. From the immense pressure. I was bearing the weight of a goddess on me and her only thought was to get rid of me. But it didn’t work at all. At that side my molecular density was way off charts. I was unbreakable. And aftyer trying to crush me several times, a puzzled look on her face each time she would check if I was dead, she decided to accept he truth. She wouldn’t be able to get rid of me. That when another idea crossed her mind. 

She removed her shoe. 

“No…..Heather, please.” I said, but it was evident that she didn’t hear me and that even if she did she would ignore me totally cause this meant that I was going back exactly where I was before. She picked up her shoe and then looked at me with that devilish grin that I knew all too well. I meant that she was going to have more fun but this time, there was no limit. Would she really try to help me out, that’s what was the question. My gut feeling was more towards the fact that she suddenly knew things fucked up and she felt like completely responsible. She couldn’t kill me so she had to hide me. 

So far it was all good. All was mostly exactly how my perspective was seeing it except one thing. When she picked me up with her fingernails and lifted me up towards the opening of the shoe…she looked at me a moment and looked down. 

Then she said those words exactly: “I am sorry.”

And she dropped me inside her shoe.