5 Years Later (Old) - Chapter 1

Tom knocked a few times, nervously, on Sarah’s door. He was standing there in the hall of the multiple apartments building, a light bulb above him was flickering a bit. He heard footsteps inside the apartment getting closer to the door. Then, a voice and the locks were unlocked. Slowly, the massive door opened and Sarah stood there in jeans and t-shirt. 

“Tom....what the hell...”

“Sarah, I need your help.” Tom pleaded. 

“No you don’t, you need a psychologist’s help, Tom. Leave me alone.” Sarah said, slamming the door in front of him. Tom closed his eyes and knocked again. 

“Sarah please, I... I need you. My life is upside down, I’m getting divorced, I am about to lose my job and everything is going so bad....please Sarah...let me talk to you...” He knocked again. He had balls to actually go see Sarah, his ex-girlfriend. 5 years before, their relationship was not working at all, due to the fact Tom has a serious and profound foot fetish and Sarah was tired to have no other kind of affection than kisses to her feet. Sarah needed better than Tom, and Tom was a desperate loser. 

She opened the door again and looked pissed, annoyed and upset. Her long blonde hair waving behind her back, she looked stunning and determined. 

“Sarah... please. I need to be shrunk again.” Tom finally said. 

“You’re a loser Tom, you know that?” Sarah said. 

“Yes, I know. I know. I... I mean....” He stumbled on what to say. 

“Last time I shrunk you, you were crying like a baby to get out of my shoe after only one day. And you made me promise not to do it again, cause you can’t stand the weight and heat. You panicked like a little girl, remember?” Sarah explained still annoyed. 

“I know... but, I am different now, I... I mean, I need this. I haven’t had fun in like 5 years. My marriage is a failure, my wife is stubborn and won’t let me touch her feet at all. Now she’s divorcing and will take all my money and leave me alone.... I don’t know what to do...” Tom said. 

“So you come to me... in hopes of what? That I just smile and shrink you and trample you inside my shoes again? Only to end up being yelled at to stop and let you go? Look Tom, I’m not someone you can just use when you need and leave. I have my own life now, and I am seeing someone. Go ask someone else.” Sarah shut the door again and locked it from the inside. 

“Sarah! I....” Tom sighed and knocked his head on the door. “Sarah, I promise I won’t panic this time. I swear. Give me just one day in your shoe...just one, please, I need this...” He said. 

Sarah opened the door and rolled her eyes. She opened it wider and motioned Tom to walk inside. 

“Thanks, Sarah, you’re saving my life...” he said while walking inside. Sarah slammed the door behind him. 

“Why me?” she asked. 

“Cause...your feet are perfect and smell so good.”

“They stink.”

“No they don’t!” Tom retorted. 

Sarah sighed. “I want 3 days.” She said. 

“3 days? In your shoes? I...that’s way too long I can’t do that...I’ll die...” Tom said, suddenly frowning and unsure. 

“3 days or nothing. You want me to help, it’s going to be my conditions.” She said, walking to her kitchen. Tom followed nonchalantly. 

“But Sarah, 3 days is too long....Why do you want me in there for 5 days?”

“I could say 10 if you prefer.” Sarah retorted. 

“What? No! Are you mad? You don’t know how it is in there, a few minutes and it’s already feeling like I’m going to die.” Tom said. 

“Then leave and go fuck yourself Tom. I don’t care about you anymore, we’re not lovers anymore, I moved on.” Sarah said, pouring herself a glass of orange juice. 

“But...ah...this is going to be my death....okay...3 days, damn it.” Finally said Tom, accepting the condition. 

“Okay... Also...half an inch tall.” Said Sarah. 

“WHAT? That’s too small!” retorted Tom. 

“Take it or leave it.” Said Sarah. 

“I can’t do half an inch Sarah. You sweat too much. You’ll kill me.”

“Do I look like I care?” said Sarah, drinking her orange juice. “You’re the one who needs this. Let me at least have some fun. You’ve always been a taker Tom, never a giver. You always take take take. 3 days, half an inch. If you can’t do that, leave me alone.” Said Sarah. Tom swore a few times and walked to the living room, then back to the kitchen, then paced back again and again until he finally sighed. 

“Okay. Deal. But no nightclubs!” asked Tom. 

“Okay, I won’t go dancing on you.”

“Promise me.” Asked Tom, pointing Sarah with his finger. 

“I promise!” said Sarah. 

“Last time you did that I had a concussion and ribs broken, took me 4 months to recover.” Said Tom. 

“Ohhh, poor lil’ baby boy...” Sarah said with extra sarcasm, rolling her eyes and walking to her bedroom. 

“Don’t mock me, it’s hard to be down there.” Said Tom, not following Sarah. 

“Yeah?” said Sarah louder. “Anyway you’ll be smaller than last time so you’ll have more space, right? And why do you need it so bad?”

Tom hesitated. “I don’t know, it’s... part of me. I need it. It’s calling me. I... it makes me feel alive and....”

“And what?” asked Sarah coming back with a small remote control device. 

“I don’t know... it’s just that... I keep thinking about it, and when it really happens I freak out. But this time I won’t freak out I swear. And in 3 days, when you unshrink me, I’ll go see my lawyer and get that divorce done and over with and restart my life again, maybe move to the west coast or something, find a new job. I’ll leave you alone, I promise...” said Tom, visibly shaken by his tormented life. 

“Whatever Tom. Now strip.” Ordered Sarah, powering on the remote control. 

“Now?” Tom asked, unsure. 

“Well yeah, now! I don’t have all day to wait for you to be ready, you know? I have to go downtown, and then to the groceries, and then to the gym.”

“The gym? Wait a minute... no gym.” Said Tom, backing off a little.

“Okay then, no gym. Come on, strip.” Sarah ordered. Tom began to remove his coat and t-shirt. 

“I trust you Sarah.” He said, while removing his boots and socks and pants. He hesitated with his trousers on. 

“Oh come on, I’ve seen you naked hundreds of times Tom.” 

Tom removed his trousers. Sarah handed him a bag and he placed all his belongings inside, including his ring and all. He was butt naked in Sarah’s living room. 

“Alright...” he took some deep breathes. “Half an inch...goodness, what am I getting into?” he talked to himself. 

“Tom, shut up will you?” Sarah said, pointing the device towards him and firing it up. It emitted a small beep and Tom started to shrink rather quickly. 

“Argh....always feels so weird, I hate that part.” He said while kneeling and holding his head. He was shrinking fast. And in matters of few dozens of seconds, he was so small Sarah had to kneel down and look at her floor to see him. 

“Wow...Tom, you’re so tiny.” Said Tom’s giantess ex-girlfriend. Her breath was so intense Tom flew backwards and tumbled on the floor like a piece of dust. “Stay there.” She said. She stood up and walked away and came back holding her white, already used and worn out Fila Disruptor II that she wears all the time to do everything. Tom was shaking, scared, regretting, and panicking. 

“SARAH! Not those shoes! Please....unshrink me! I... am a fool, I...Sarah!” he screamed. But Sarah didn’t listen and didn’t want to hear. She picked up the tiny Tom between her thumb and index’s long sharp manicured nails and held the struggling panicked man over the right shoe’s opening. 

“Fuck you Tom.” She said, dropping him inside. He fell on the insole surface and squirmed like a tiny worm. It took him a few seconds to regain his senses and sit down on the insole’s F (for Fila). 

“I’m dead. What have I done?” he talked to himself. Looking up, Sarah was already away doing things he was unaware of, but he could hear some noises. What truly got his attention is the sneaker smell that suddenly invaded his nose. Sarah’s foot sweat impregnated this shoe’s insides for hours on ends lately and almost every single day she wore them. The insole has started to get dirty from use and the shape of Sarah’s sole was depressed down a bit. 

Sarah came back into view and looked down in her right shoe and laughed. “You look so pathetic Tom.”

“Get me out! Please Sarah, I changed my mind!”

“Sorry little man, I can’t hear what you say. And I don’t care either.” Said Sarah, tying her hair into a pony tail. There was a knock at the door and Sarah disappeared from Tom’s view. She went to the door and opened it to her friend Kate. They hugged and talked a bit. 

“Come here Kate, look into my right shoe.” Said Sarah. Suddenly, two giantess came over the shoe’s opening and one of them crouched down. Kate. She had those beautiful long black hair with deep brown eyes with a hint of hazel in the iris. She looked down and smirked. 

“Is that the guy you once told me about? What’s his name...?

“Tom. Yeah, he came here begging to be in my shoe.” Said Sarah from way above. 

“Hi Tom.” Said Kate, smiling down. “How is the smell down there?” Tom was frightened, covering his manhood with his hands, shaking of fear and sheer panic, completely regretting and in the most paralyzing anguish. Despite having a huge fetish and living his ultimate fantasy, Tom feared for his life and he knew too well that there is a big difference between fantasy and reality. He felt stupid and couldn’t say anything, as this woman he didn’t know was now aware of his presence. Shame added to his bouquet of emotions. “I guess it stinks.” Added Kate. 

“He loves it.” Said Sarah.

“Yeah I remember you telling me that a few years ago. What a freak!” Said Kate standing up again and looking down at the shoe with disdain. Suddenly, both girls turned to each other and started to get very very close and hugged sensually above Tom who was actually looking at something he did not expect. Both girls started making out, very sensually, french kissing actually. Tom couldn’t believe what he was seeing, and started to think that maybe his ex-girlfriend Sarah was a bisexual or simply discovered she was lesbian, he didn’t know, but this was magnificent, two beautiful women kissing each other like that. They started to get into it a bit more and moved away from sight on the nearby couch and all Tom could hear were moans and giggles. 

“We’re gonna be late.” Says Sarah, interrupting her moment with her girlfriend. Both girls kissed one last time and stood up. 

“Yeah, the movie is in 40 minutes.” Says Kate. “You going to wear these?” she saids, pinting at the Fila sneakers on the floor. 

“Oh yes.” Said Sarah, walking closer to her shoes again, towering over them and peering into the right one. Tom was shaking, completely panicked, paralyzed by fear and excitement. He swallowed hard at the look of his ex-girlfriend from the opening of the giant sneaker above him. “No way he’s getting out of this.” She added. She smirked at Tom and walked away to her bedroom to put on some white sport socks. 

Kate came into view. Tom looked at her in dismay and stupefaction. “Hey there tiny! I am Kate. Hmmm, we’re going to the movies, then to groceries, and then to the gym. If you’re nice I’ll convince Sarah to wear you in my sneakers too. They stink, you’ll love it.....hmmm,....But if you piss her off, if you struggle, if you disobey.......I’ll just encourage her to stomp you down. Got it? Your time is over. Sarah is MY girlfriend, and you can’t have her back. Got it?” Said Kate, firmly. She was giving Tom the talk. He almost peed himself. He nodded his head....agonizingly and excitingly humiliated by this new person. He had no idea of her existence before now, and she was already scaring the most heavy beliefs he could hang on to out of him.

The woman smirked. 

“Are you trying to confuse my little foot slave?” said Sarah walking back into view from poor Tom inside the right Fila sneaker. 

“Hummm” Kate stood up. “Yeah.” She admitted proudly. Both girls smiled to each other and chuckles, then frowned and looked down at Tom like if he was not welcome back in their lives. 

“I AM SORRY!” Tom screamed out of his lungs. “Let me go, this was a mistake!” He tried to add but already out of breath. They both ignored him with extraordinary indifference. It sank into poor Tom like an anchor. He suddenly realized that Sarah and Kate didn’t care at all about him. He tried to think at how he managed to get in that ultimate vulnerable position. Ah yes....his stupidity brought him back to his ex-girlfriend 5 years after breaking up for stupid reasons including being a coward. He realized that perhaps Sarah truly had moved on. That maybe, he was in more trouble than he had planned. That maybe she would not respect the deal...

“Got your gym bag?” asked Kate. 

“Yup.” Answered Sarah, looking straight at Tom with a heavy stare.

“Alright! Let’s go...! I’ll wait for you in the car.” Said Kate, walking out of view. She walked out of the apartment and knew she had time for a cigarette. She lit one and turned on her car, blowing the smoke out of the window. 

Sarah crouched to get in closer to Tom and speak to him. “Tom. You should have stayed away from me. You promised you would. You broke my fucking heart too many times Tom. You broke me apart every chance you had. And now you’re back to ask me favors... for your fucking fetish?” She stood up again and looked down and sighed. “You know what...? I hope you die in there.” She said. 

She let it sink a few seconds before hovering her right white socked foot over the shoe’s opening. She didn’t tease Tom like she would before. She didn’t wiggle her toes. She didn’t say nice things to him. She just shoved her foot inside her sneaker until her heel was fully settled in place and did the same with the left shoe. And without any care in the world for tiny Tom stuck and already beaten by tumbling down like a pebble under her foot until his legs were crushed by the ball of her foot and the rest of his body under the arch, Sarah grabbed her sweater and her purse and walked out of her apartment. She locked the door and looked up at the flickering light bulb of the hallway. She sighed and uncarefully went down the stairs to join Kate, who was finishing her cigarette in the driver’s seat. 

She blew out some smoke. Tom unknowingly screamed for his dear life. 

“Is he squirming?” Kate asked while Sarah sat and slammed the passenger door’s close. She buckled up. 

“Not yet.” Answered Sarah. 

Tom’s paralyzing panic calmed down when Sarah and Kate were halfway through the movie at the cinema. In the smelly crushing darkness, he managed to wiggle his legs free from under the ball of Sarah’s socked foot and was now free to crawl under the arch of her foot. He didn’t have much space however, and the heat was almost unbearable. Sarah’s foot was already emanating strong odors mixed when the ones already omnipresent from the shoe itself. Tom was trying to breathe slowly, but he feared for his dear life every second. 

The movie was loud and the girls were focused. Sarah almost forgot about the tiny man inside her sneaker. Kate on the other hand could not get it out of her mind. Sometimes she stopped looking at the movie a few seconds to look at Sarah’s white sneaker, inexorably thinking about the little human being forced to stay inside. While it was something rather insignificant for Sarah who had done this several times, Kate was new to this kind of interaction and it remained confusing and intriguing for her. She couldn’t help but look at her own dirty Nike Air Max sneakers. 

After the movie the girls went to the groceries as planned. They did their thing without any care in the world for poor Tom. They dropped everything at Kate’s place and walked to the gym, which was close by, a little more downtown. It was a beautiful day to smother a tiny man in shoe. Sarah was sweating already and knew Tom was in agony. At the gym, in the girl’s locker room, Tom got to finally have some fresh air when Sarah removed her white chunky Fila sneakers. 

“You’re not dead Tom?” asked Sarah. Both girls looked down inside the right shoe on the floor. Tom was indeed in there, alive and breathing but unable to see and unable to move. His body was so sore and his eyes so used to the darkness he could not do anything but curl up in fetal position and cry. “Oh look he’s crying!” she added, then giggled along with Kate.

Kate and Sarah both changed to their gym wear and Sarah got her old Asics running shoes out of her gym back. “Time for some treadmill Tom.” She said and then picked up her fila sneaker to turn it upside down and dump tiny Tom in her running shoe. 

“NOOO! You said no Gym! You Bitch! Get me back to normal size!” Tom screamed when he landed in the running shoe. 

“Did he say something? I swear I could hear his tiny voice.” Said Sarah who also was putting on her shoes and tying the laces.

“I don’t care.” Said Sarah looking down at her shoe and shoving her socked foot inside. She felt Tom rolled under her foot and repositioned and worked a bit so he would stay under her toes. Then she pushed her foot all the way to the bottom and settled her heel in, finally muffling the tiny screams of panic. She tied up the laces and wiggled her toes above Tom. He was in sheer panic as he was about to be ran on the treadmill and he knew Sarah would sweat a lot. He tried to fight off the smelly cotton sock material to get some space, his claustrophobia kicking in again. 

Sarah hooked on her ipod and ear buds and grabbed her water bottle and sweat absorbent wrist band. Both girls walked into the gym and settled at the treadmills, and side by side they started to run slowly and jog, listening to their music and focusing on the cardio exercise. 

Boom, boom, boom boom boom boom...boom....Again again again. 

Tom was in pure agony. She promised no gym. His body was mashed, stomped and tossed around in circle motion and again, at incredible speed. He felt sick, the cotton sock started to become sticky and humid, the shoe’s inside temperature went up drastically and he was suffocating on the building odor and potent thick air. The constant pounding into the insole made him regret his whole life and see it time lapsed. Poor Tom had a near death experience, and passed out. 

Sarah ran on Tom for about 30 minutes, then switched to leg presses and chin ups and other muscular fitness followed by some stretching, all the time with Tom unconscious in her sneaker. Except one time, he woke up only to realize he was still alive, into a pitch black sauna of smelly foot sweat. He passed out again. 

When the girls undressed in the locker room and ready themselves for the shower, they noticed Tom was slowly coming back to consciousness, still lying down in a sticky sweat soaked sneaker insole. His body was reddened, bruised; he had trouble opening his eyes since they were full of drying foot sweat. The taste in his mouth was heavy and his nostrils were half blocked by drying foot sweat and sock lint. His hair, completely wet messed up, his legs were numb, he felt like he had been ran over by a truck multiple times, which was at that precise time, not too far from the actual truth. He almost thanked god to still be alive and not too injured. 

“Hey Tom. What’s up?” Teased Sarah. “Oh yeah right, you’re in my fucking sneaker. Did you jerk off?” Tom simply had no energy to answer or even try. He just remained there, breathing heavily, trying to catch his life back. 

“I can’t believe he survived that.” Said Kate, looking down into the stinky shoe. 

“Well, it means he can survive more, does it?” replied Sarah, peeling off her wet socks and stuffing them both in the sneaker above Tom, sealing him in while she would shower. “Ewww.” She added, then laughed with Kate. Both girls showered and dressed up to go back to Kate’s place. Sarah took out the socks and Dumped Tom into her Fila sneakers again and without even talking to him she shoved her clean socked foot inside and stood up, ready to go. Kate finished dressed up and grabbed her bag and all, but remained troubled at how cruel her girlfriend was with the poor little man in her sneaker. Something was wrong, she didn’t know what to do or think, so she just shrugged and both girls walked to the car. What mostly got her annoyed is the amount of energy Sarah would put into being mean. How she gave the little guy a lot of attention. While driving, she thought about it, and ended up thinking maybe she was jealous of Tom. Not of his predicament, but because Sarah would give him a lot of attention, and less to her. 

This was confirmed when they got to Kate’s place. The first thing Sarah did was talk about Tom. She sat in the living room while Kate was preparing dinner. She crossed her legs up on the stool and rotated her ankle. “So, what should I do with this little fucker?” Asked Sarah, drinking water. 

“I don’t know” said Kate from the nearby kitchen, chopping vegetables. “Let him go?” she added unsure. 

“Hell no, that’s exactly what I am not going to do. He’s an asshole, he broke my heart, he used me 5 years ago when we were together, he made me feel like I was only an object for his twisted desires.” Sarah paused, then frowned. “He thinks he’s getting out of my shoe tomorrow.”

“Why?” said Kate. 

“I said I’d shrink him for only two days.” Said Sarah, still rotating her ankle and feeling the tiny body under her heel. “I think I’ll make it a week. Or two. He’ll finally understand how it feels to be taken for granted.”

“Isn’t it a bit too much Sarah?” asked Kate, still in the kitchen. 

“Why? You care about him?”

“Not really. I care about you.” Answered Kate.