The 3 Chances

The first chance

There was that boy, who had this very  powerful fantasy of being reduced to half an inch tall with only his  boxer and being walked on as he lays inside one of Melanie’s shoes. Well  his fantasy extended to the point he would love to be her footslave in  fact. A tiny footslave that she would discard and toss inside her worn  shoes everyday, wherever she went, or whatever she would do, in all her  footwear, all the time. That boy... was Billy.

Now don’t get the idea that Billy was a lunatic freak. He was the  average guy with good friends and people he liked hanging out with. Not a  badass, nor a gentleman, some sense of humour and, for all that’s  worth, nobody on earth could ever suspect he has that odd fetishes and  fantasies. He was scared to the bone that anyone, especially Melanie,  could ever find out about his true self.

In fact he deeply wanted Melanie to know it, and that she would make  him live it. But that was impossible. So he kept looking at her feet,  whenever he could catch a glimpse without anyone noticing, for almost 5  years.

And there was that one night Billy met an angel. At first he was sure  he was dreaming, but the Angel was a real one. She looked beautiful. He  was in his bed and the angle, dressed all in white and barefoot walked  on his bed and trampled his chest. She was as light as a feather yet he  could feel her feet on his chest pressing down a bit.

“Billy, I’ve come to give you 3 chances to fulfill your fantasies. I  will shrink you, and put you in situations you will have to muster  enough courage. If you can achieve the goal, I’ll let you stay shrunk  and Melanie will be your mistress and you will be her footslave. If you  fail however, I’ll have to take your soul and bring you with me in the  afterlife.”

“But I don’t want to die!” Billy whispered, half afraid half teased  to the angel trampling his chest. The blond girl with wings lifted her  perfect foot over his face, just inches above his face and dangled it  there to tease him. Entranced, Billy tried to lift his head up to kiss  the sole of her foot but each time she would remove her foot and raise  it a bit higher. “3 chances Billy, and you get what you want. Don ot  fail!” The angel then stepped full weigh in his face with her both feet  and Billy went back to sleep.

1st chance.

Billy woke up, in his trousers, on a cold floor. Shivers grabbed him  and forced him to stand up. His surroundings were unfamiliar but he  could soon realise her was in his English classroom, half and inch high,  and standing between two massive and old well worn nike sneakers that  he longed for so many times. Melanie’s sneakers. She wore long jeans and  white cotton socks. Fear got him, but he could hear the angel’s voice  in his head. “Billy this is your first chance. Melanie doesn’t know  you’re there. I want you to find your way inside those sneakers and lay  under her toes. If she crushes you, it’s over, if you succeed, you can  stay there and I’ll make you her footslave. Go now, don’t waste your  chance.”

With that the huge feet of Melanie moved fast. She crossed her left  leg over the right and started rotating her left ankle. Her right foot  came crashing right beside Billy who, scared and stunned by all what was  happening, fell on his bum. “This is real” he thought to himself. He  could hear his teacher’s voice in the distance, other classmates around  were all focused on the class.

He then got a whiff of Melanie’s sneaker odor and it turned him on  something strong. “Alright Billy, get in that shoe” he said to himself.  He mustered courage and walked to the big sole. He was living a fantasy  and just touching the rubber sole’s side gave him a bolt of joy inside  and he tried to focus.

Melanie used to be a great shoeplayer. He thought he would climb on  her shoe and wait for her to remove her foot and dive in the shoe while  she would be shoeplaying. Gathering his strength he jumped and grabbed  some of the used rubber and pulled himself on the sole side’s edge. He  tried to climb his way up on the top of the shoe, that way he could use  the well worn and dirty laces. Once up there, he was overwhelmed with  the old sneaker odor, coming from inside the show by the spaces between  the laces. He laid down on the top of the laces, holding firmly, and  inhaled deeply in pure ecstasy.

But all of a sudden, Melanie uncrossed her leg and move her feet. The  momentum and the force, considering her size against Billy’s was too  much for him and he lost his grip of the lace. He tumbled down back on  the floor and hit his head on the hard floor. Stunned, and seeing  starts, all he could see was the dirty and dusty sneaker sole coming  fast above him. He felt the rubber sole press down on him and pin him  into place, without crushing him. “That’s it I failed he though. I’ll be  crushed.” Billy braced himself but the pressure never came. He was  unable to move, but he wasn’t crushed as Melanie wasn’t putting all her  weight down on her foot. In fact she started moving her foot around on  the floor, dragging Billy under her sole across the dirty floor. Billy  got dust in his eyes and mouth, The friction was hurting his skin.  Melanie then moved her foot forward and poor Billy tumbled and rolled  under the sole until he was under the arch of her shoe. Melanie was  unknowingly playing with Billy like he was a pebble under her sneaker  sole.

And then pressure came, fast and unforgiving. He felt his face filled  with dusty rubber flatten, and he was crushed flat instantly.

In a foamy environnement, all around him clouds and blue sky. Billy could see the Angel flying towards him. “You failed, Billy.”

“I know, I am sorry.”

“Don’t be sorry, you still have two chances left.” For now, you go  back to your normal life. Your next chance will be in two days.

And Billy woke up in his bed the next morning. He went down to the  kitchen to eat a bowl of cereal. His mother look at him with great  incredulity. “Where were you Yesterday Billy? The school called, they  said you were not in class? I was worried sick!”

“Don’t worry mom, I was just hanging in the park with some friends.”

“Billy you have to go to school, it’s important, it’s your future...”  Billy got lectured for missing school the day before. He yawned and  listened to his mother while eating his cereals, wishing the day could  be over soon so he could have his second chance the next day.

 

At school

Billy went to school nonchalantly. All he could think about was his  failed attempt. While walking to school, which is a few blocks away from  his home, he was rethinking about how he didn’t put a lot of thoughts  and efforts into his first chance. He kept thinking how things went fast  and how he could have done things better, like holding a lot more  tightly on the lace. He decided that during the day, he would study  Melanie’s shoeplay so he could find a way to get in her shoe the next  day, with more knowledge, you get more results, so he thought.

He arrived at school and met with friends, casual talk and all. At  some point a few minutes before his first class he could see Melanie and  Sara at the end of the hall, so he walked over to them to say hi.  Melanie was wearing her worn Nike sneakers like yesterday, with long  jeans and green socks. She was beautiful.

“Hey girls, hi! How you doing!” he said. He looked very natural,  catching a glimpse here and there down her legs. They started to chat,  casually. Sara’s boyfriend came over and they walked away together,  leaving Billy and Melanie alone a few minutes before class.

“I like what you’re wearing Melanie, you look beautiful!” he complimented.

“Heh! Thanks Bil” Melanie answered with a shy smile.

“Nice shoes by the way!” Billy said.

“What?” Melanie was surprised by the comment and looked down at her  sneakers. “Oh, come on Bill, these shoes are like, what, 5 years old and  all trashed. They’re my lucky sneakers, what’s up with them, they’re  just so trashed!”

“I don’t know, I like them.” Billy said.

“You like my old well worn sneakers?” Melanie chuckled and smiled.  The bell rang, and it was time to go to their first class. “Oh, English  for me.” Melanie said. Billy had Maths.

They parted and went to their respective classes. A few minutes after  the class started, Billy’s cellphone started vibrating in his pocket.  He subtly took it out and it was Melanie sending him a text message.  Here is the transcript.

Mel: Why do u like my old Nike sneakers lol?

Bil: They look good on you.

Mel: Yea, they are comfortable too. The insole is trashed so I have to put in extra insoles.

Bil: Is that why you keep playing with your shoes in class?

Mel: You noticed that? Lol, u funny today, acting strange and all, what’s up with u?

Bil: I don’t know. Been daydreaming and looking at you shoeplaying yesterday in English class.

Mel: Ah, that’s why.

Mel: lol

Mel: I play with my shoe a lot yeah, just a habit.

Bil: lol

Bil: Sexy.

Mel: ...!

And that’s where the conversation ended. Billy couldn’t concentrate  on math class and was eager for his next class in which he was in the  same group as Melanie. He was obsessed.

Billy studied every move Melanie would do with her feet as she was  sitting next row to him and a desk forward. He would analyse every of  her move, sometimes she would pop her heel out, remove her foot from the  sneakers, play with them, slide them along on the dusty classroom floor  and over again. He thought about a strategy for the next day, when he  will be shrunk and ready for his second chance. He thought about how he  would manage to get under her beautiful toes in the old sneakers and he  was satisfied with his plan.

At the end of the day, before going back home. Billy went to Melanie’s locker. “Hi Mel.”

“Oh hi my sneaker boy!”

“Sneaker boy? Where does that come from?”

“Well since you seem to love my sneaker that much it felt like a nice nickname for you right?” Melanie chuckled playfully.

“Come on Mel, don’t call me like that!”

“Alright just kidding you Bill.” Melanie nudged him and smile with a beautiful smile, almost teasingly.

“Hum, tell me, I’ve been daydreaming again today, and I imagined  myself half an inch tall on the floor at your feet during class.” Billy  mustered the courage to talk about his fantasy while trying to make it  look plain simple. Melanie gave him a strange look.

“Ooookay?” she said, grinning and looking like she would have said “what the fuck?”

“Yeah well, you crushed me 35 times.” Billy said playfully. “Be careful!”

Melanie chuckled. Her face changed, she seemed to understand Billy  was just teasing and decided to get in the same mood. “Alright well, if  you really were half an inch tall Billy, I’d toss you inside those  sneaker and wear them with you inside all day, haha! You’d be my own  tiny footslave, hahaha! You’d like that huh?” Melanie said. Billy  blushed all suddenly. Students passed around them it was time to take  the bus and go home for Melanie. Billy could only manage a few sounds  but nothing could come out of his mouth with intelligible words. Melanie  nudged him again. “you’re blushing, Oh my god, you’re a foot freak  right? Oh my god!”

“No no no am not!”  said Billy stuttering.

“Yes you are, oh my god! I knew there was something wrong with you, talking about my old sneakers and all. You’re a foot freak!”

“Mel, please stop, don’t.”  Billy was feeling a rush of heat up in his head.

Suddenly, Melanie seemed to quit the bitchy-all-grossed-out attitude  and put a hand on Billy’s shoulder. “It’s okay Billy, I won’t tell  anyone. I’ll keep it secret. Just make sure you don’t stare too much at  my feet, might make me uncomfortable. I got to go, I’ll text you. Bye  now.” And with that Melanie, hugged Billy, briefly before leaving to  take the schoolbus back home.

Now Billy walked his way back home defeated and angry. He was mad at  himself. He stayed the whole night in his room in a somewhat depressed  state about what occurred between Melanie and him during the day. He  knew Melanie was a trustable person, but he was now compromised, he knew  there as no way back and didn’t know why he couldn’t shut his mouth. He  couldn’t understand how he easily managed to keep his secret away from  anyone and all of a sudden, without thinking about it, or maybe because  he was too obsessed by it, it all went out and now, Melanie knew  everything. Damn.

He went to bed earlier and slept with his cellphone on his pillow, no  text message popping. At least the next day he would have a second  chance. He was so ashamed of himself that he was convinced that leaving  the world behind and live the rest of his life as Melanie’s footslave  like Angel promised him was the right thing. He had to succeed his  second chance because he could not bear to look at Melanie again after  what happened. He feared all the school would know and that he would be  bullied and rejected.

“Angel?” he whispered to himself in his dark room. “Angel are you there?”

He eventually fell asleep, thinking and thinking all over again about the same things in a loop.

2nd chance

“Billy!”

“Humf" Billy’s eyes starts to widen. All of a sudden Billy wakes up  like a jolt and stands up only wearing boxers, alerted and of course a  bit drawn back to the fact he had slept a bit too much.

“There you are!” Says the angel’s voice in his head. “This is your second chance, don’t waste it!”

His surroundings were familiar. He was under Melanie’s desk in  English class. Billy looked with disappointment at Melanie’s huge black  knee high lace up boots with a chunky 4 inches heel and platform. The  kind of boots girls used to wear around 2002-2004 fashion. Up above,  where the boots end, near Melanie’s knee, Billy noticed she was wearing  black nylon stockings and a skirt.

Now despite the fact Melanie’s legs looked sexy in nylon stockings in  those awesome sexy knee high boots, Billy was mad. “Angel!” he said  angrily! Billy was of course expecting Melanie to wear her usual worn  out Nike sneakers. “Angel! This is ridiculous! I’ll never be able to get  in those boots! It’s unfair!”

“Ahh, Billy, how’s a little challenge?” Angel appeared beside him,  same half an inch high as him. She lightly walked to him and hugged the  poor Billy tightly. “You better not fail this one Billy or I am afraid  the 3rd and last chance will be even harder.”

Billy pushed back the angel gently. “But this is not hard, it’s impossible!”

Angel smiled at Billy. “You’re a clever boy. I’m sure you can find a  way to get into those boots and under Melanie’s toes. Isn’t that your  dream? Isn’t it the life you want to achieve? Being her footslave into  those boots?

Billy went red as a beet but had no choice to admit again, feeling  ashamed of it. “Yes.” He sighed. “That’s what I want indeed. But this  feels like a pre-fail.”

Angel playfully walked to the giant girl’s platform boot sole and  gave it a playful kiss. She smiled at Billy, teasing. “I have to go  Billy. Don’t waste this one. Think about the reward. Just focus and take  your time.” And she vanished.

Billy sighed and sighed some more. English class was a on its way and  Billy had no idea how much time he had before Melanie would stand up  and leave for her next class. Quick, he needed another plan, the one he  had been thinking about is useless now that she’s wearing knee high  boots. They looked like monoliths to the poor boy.

Climbing the laces up would be fine, but it’s climbing the high  platform and reach the laces that is hard to achieve. Any movement from  Melanie would shake him off and she would crush him flat like an ant.  Little were the chances Melanie would unzip those boots and remove them  and air her feet. Billy opted for a call to action and quickly ran to  Melanie’s platform sole. He walked between her two boots and focused on  her right foot. He couldn’t even reach the edge of the rubber sole it  was more than twice his height. He tried to jump to no avail.

The smell of rubber and worn leather was giving him some impulse tho.  He sooo wanted to be in that boot along with her foot and be an  obedient little footslave. He started to daydream a bit about being in  the boot, but was quickly drawn back to reality as Melanie started to  shift her ankles on the side. This caught him by surprise. The huge  rubber treaded sole of her right boot lifted in front of him, still  laying on its side edge. Her knees spreaded a bit apart from each other  and her two boot soles were on their side almost facing each other.

Billy didn’t wait a second later.  He literally jumped at the treaded  sole and managed to find a grip, he was climbing with his hands only  almost falling back because of the angle of the boot sole. He had  seconds before Melanie would put the soles of her boots back on the  floor. He had to climb up and catch the platform edge before she does  so, or be reduced to pulp. He courageously climbed the tilted boot’s  sole up to the edge and managed to grab the chunky sole’s edge. Once  there, he still had to move fast, he stood up on the boot’s side and  jumped at the laces. As soon as he caught the big lace he hugged it and  got a hold onto it with his arms and legs as hard as he could.

Seconds later Melanie moved her feet around and Billy went for a  hellish ride as the boot he was on went up and fast. Melanie crossed her  right leg over her left. After a few intense rollercoaster ride, Billy  was still holding on the lace, now stories high above the ground on her  boot. He was kind of proud of himself, now he only had to climb up the  last part and fit himself in the boot and crawlslip himself inside down  the length of Melanie’s leg and down inside the boot until he reached  the heavenly spot under her toes.

And he climbed.

Billy was animated by adrenaline and lust. His recent almost heroic  success made him feel good about himself and he climbed up the boot with  might and courage. Each step up he would make sure his grip was tough,  almost digging his hands in the laces’ twisted fabric. When her was  almost a few inches near the end of the boot’s height, Melanie uncrossed  her legs and crossed them again, but interchanged position. The boot  Billy was on was now resting on the floor firmly. The climb was more  vertical for the last few inches, but he managed to reach the edge.

With a last effort, Billy dived in the boot head first, squeezing  himself in between Melanie’s nylon leg and the inside of the black knee  high boot. The smell of nylon and Melanie’s skin along with the leather  of the boot drove him crazy. He made it into her boot. He only had to go  down and down some more until he would reach the end.

Crawling downward and sliding down Melanie’s calf was a bit hard.  There wasn’t much room in there to move. Strangely, he could all of a  sudden feel pressure coming from outside the boot. And then scratching.

It didn’t occur to Billy that Melanie would feel him. She scratched  on the outside of her boot, annoyed by a tickling itching sensation on  her leg. He thought he would die from the pressure but he managed to  survive.

The roller coaster ride started again. Melanie seemed to be moving,  he could feel the powerful muscles or her lower calf press on him and  move. He took a while before he realised she was walking. Her leg became  hotter, like if warm was irradiating from inside her leg. Muscle  activity.

Billy tried to benefit from the walking momentum as the boot and the  leg’s friction would help him slide further down into the boot. He  managed to reach her ankle. Laid a few kissed on it.

Wednesday, second class in the morning, for Melanie, was..

Phys Ed.

Billy’s mind rushed. That meant in about 15 minutes Melanie would  remove those boots and change for her Phys Ed. clothes. He had to make  it quick down under her toes. He crawled down, around her ankle and had  to make some contortions to slide in under the much more wider space  under her arch. The smell hit him hard and literally blew his mind off  in pure ecstasy and joy. He laid on his stomach and kissed the boot’s  insole, licked sweat and pieces of sock lint and gunk. Anything that  smelled Melanie’s foot a bit, in that darkness, Billy would shove his  face into it and tried to lick and eat it. He buried his face in the  corner space between the side of the boot and the boot’s insole. At that  spot, years of use made the insole a bit less adherent and unglued. He  could fit his body inside that crevice and almost be part of the boot’s  insole. Above him, Melanie’s foot was getting hotter, but it was still  comfortable. The air was thick and rare, but Billy was frenzied by his  surroundings. He was in a pure moment of joy.

Billy heard a terrible sound and voices muffling as the boot he was  in unzipped completely. The zipper ended right above him and cool fresh  air rushed into the boot. Laying inside his little safe spot, Billy  could feel the immense suction as Melanie swiftly pulled her boot off.

“Ah, there was something itchy in there!” he could hear Melanie’s  voice. Billy was blinded by the flood of light coming into the boot and  could not see anything. The smell from the toe section of the boot  slowly came to his nostrils.

“You have lovely boots Mel!” He heard another girl’s voice in the distance.

The entranced Billy got out of his little hole and crawled down into  the now empty boot and ended on the humid insole. He crawled and licked  and kissed and rubbed his face on smelly and humid boot’s leather insole  to reach the far end of the toe section. Heaven was soon, his fantasy  was alive, he managed to reach the right spot.

“Angel! I made it!”

Billy felt his humiliation reach a new high as he was ashamed of what  he was indulging in even if nobody was looking at him. He completely  gave himself in and rubbed his face in the worn insole of Melanie’s  boot, into her footsweat.

“Can I try them?” Said the other girl’s voice.

Billy stopped moving as these distant words came crashing on him. “no  no no, say no, please Mel don’t let her try the boots.” Billy said out  loud. His tiny voice couldn’t be heard. He was too close to the goal,  too close for everything to crash down. Failure wasn’t an option, he was  at it, he had made it!

“Sure!, they are size 7.”

“Might be a bit big for me but let’s see.”

Billy’s environment moved fast and all of a sudden the light from the  opening of the unzipped boot was replaced by a huge shadow. The light  blue socked foot came in quick, along with a completely different smell.  A mix of foot sweat, old shoe and cigarette smoke. That was surely  Sarah.

The socked toes hit him with force and made him roll and tumble on the insole and they were setting on him and wiggling.

“Yikes!” came out of the girl’s mouth as the huge foot jolted out  from the boot as soon as it was about to settle on poor Billy. And what  followed was more like a ride down to hell for Billy as the boot was  tilted upside down and all he could suddenly feel, is air rushing fast  around him. And the ground coming fast at him.

“Something’s in your boot Mel! Ugh!”

Billy landed heavily, most wind knocked out of him. He felt his heart  pounding slowly in his head like a huge drum. His bones felt crushed  and broken everywhere. Blood was dripping from his mouth and nose as he  laid flat on the ground, on his belly, with his head on the side.

Shadows were moving around him. Skyscraper shadows, peering on his tiny form.

Melanie started to lower down and squat to look at the tiny living  thing on the floor that was in her boot. “Hey, this is not a bug, it  looks like....”

Melanie didn’t have the time to finish her sentence. Sarah used the  other boot on her other leg to crush Billy underfoot and wipe him on the  locker room’s floor in a bloody mess. Parts of Billy were sticking  under Melanie’s treaded boot sole, worn by Sarah.

....

“I had made it Angel.” Billy was in that cloudy space again.

“No you failed.” Angel said back.

“I deserved to succeed.”

“You did well, for sure. But you gave in too early.”

“I was under her arch! that should do it.” Argued Billy.

“No the goal is to get under her toes. As far as I am concerned, under her.... bare toes.”

“What? You mean I would have failed even if I had managed to get under her toes but not inside the Nylon stockings?”

“Yes. Well, I’m sorry I forgot to mention that detail.”

“This is sick, Angel. You tricked me, it was failed in advance. I did  my best out there and I deserve my reward. Make me Melanie’s footslave!  You owe me!”

“No Billy, I owe you nothing but a third chance. I am making you a  favor here. I could decide otherwise and make this failed attempt your  last hope. I could make sure you never realise a single fantasy for the  rest of your life!”

Billy was suddenly taken back. Angel had those powers? Better not argue too much with her.

“Alright alright, I’m sorry. “ Billy said. “It’s just, Awww I was soo close!”

“Don’t be Sorry Billy. I understand your frustration. Nothing is  achieved without effort, and even sometimes when things seem impossible,  you can manage to achieve great things. What you did was good, be proud  of yourself and learn, and make sure you bring that knowledge with you  for your third and last chance in two days. Now cool off, and think  about it.”

Angel faded away leaving Billy alone in the cloudy space. He  eventually woke up in his bed at 4h52 AM. Unable to find sleep until the  sun rise.

Accepting Humiliation

Billy went to school very early, before his family could notice. He  left a note to his mom, saying he was fine and that he loved her. You  know, perhaps his last note. He was resolute to end his life under  Melanie’s feet at all cost and tried to move on right away.

School was not closed, the janitor had unlocked a few doors and  lights were on but there were nobody to be seen. He slipped a note in  Melanie’s locker. It was written “text me please”

Contemplating his last day in life, and trying to get the most out of it, Billy wanted to spend all his stashed money.

At 9h30 his cell phone vibrated. It was Melanie texting him.

Mel: Hey where r u, got ur message, skipping class?

Bil: Yeah. I don’t feel so well....Like ashamed.

Billy sat down on a shopping center bench, waiting for Mel’s next answer.

Mel: Because u want to be my little tiny footslave or cause I know ur secret lol?

Bil: Both. Maybe. Yeah.

Mel: Come on Bill, ur my friend, don’t be an idiot. Don’t miss school  for that. Plus I am wearing my old sneakers just for u. Missing school  is bad.

Bil: I know. Please I have to tell you the weirdest thing ever.

Mel: More weird than that?

Bil: Yes. Look, Yesterday I was- in your boot, but Sarah crushed me in the locker room.

Mel: ...

Billy waited a while before Melanie’s answer. He had that bad little  stomach feeling when you can’t stand waiting for the answer.

Mel: I know.

Bil: You saw me right?

Mel: Yes.

Mel: Wow, this is weird. Sorry texting in class is just yuck. Let’s meet on lunchtime, where r u?

Bil: Shopping center.

May: Kay. See you there at noon.

Billy was almost sweating. He bought Melanie a very nice pair of sexy  leather high heels, to gift her. He walked around in the shopping  center, not finding anything else spending his money on, so he put all  the money he had left inside the shoe box, under the silkpaper.

He met Melanie at noon in front of a small restaurant. A bit shy and  at first the moment was a bit awkward. They didn’t talk much until they  were both sitting with their lunch. Billy was having a hard time keeping  an eye off Melanie’s worn nike sneakers down her long legs wearing  jeans and a sexy black turtleneck.

“So, what’s the trick? How can you get so small?” Asked Melanie, straight to the point and looking very serious.

Billy explained the Angel, the 3 chances, he went into details with  all he went through to get under her toes to no avail and really tried  to explain everything to her making sure she wouldn’t want to leave off  calling him jerk. And she didn’t. She nodded, adding here or there some  “wow” or “that’s crazy.”

“So, basically, you’ll have third chance tomorrow?”

“Yeah” answered Billy, trubbling his fingers into his hair shyly.

“You'll try to get under my bare toes into my shoe?”

“Yeah.”

“So you can achieve your ultimate fantasy, which is to be my lifelong footslave?”

“Yes.” Billy looked at his plate, he had no appetite. “Please don’t  say I’m a freak.” All he could feel is the sharp stings of humiliation  all through his body. Fact is, he had no choice but to accept this  humiliation, almost embrace it. He forced himself into it. Mel wasn’t  humiliating him, he was humiliating himself down to the bone. He felt it  like a sledgehammer, hitting him all over and over again. He admitted  all.

Melanie looked at the air in front of her, deep in thoughts.

“Alright.” Melanie said with a big smile on her face.

“Alright what?”

Billy’s hammer hits were in fact his heartbeat everywhere.

“ I’ll have you as my little tiny footslave.” Said Melanie, wiping  her mouth with the tablecloth and biting in more of her sandwich.

“You what?”

“Well thinking about it, you certainly did feel a bit itchy down in  my boots two days ago. But I don’t know, if you’re my little footslave  that means I can bitch you around and put you through all the worse  torture I want anytime and you’ll still thank me for it.”

“You..”

Melanie cut him.

“I mean, that’s what a footslave is right? Sorry I never read about  the subject, but in my opinion, it means if I want You to spend a whole  day cuddled like a poor little baby in my boots, you just have no choice  or way out and you simply do it. You would suffer for me.

“Y...yeah...”

“would you even lick my boots? Would you.. I don’t know, lick my socks?”

“Yeah, Melanie. Please stop.” Billy couldn’t stand the humiliation.

“Stop what, you’re telling you fantasy about being just a piece of  crap inside my shoes all day long. I mean, that’s what you want right?”

“Yes..” Billy felt like he would pass out.

“Well it’s settled then. I’d like that.” Melanie smiled. She started  pushing Billy over the edge. “Wow. That means I could wear you around  all day. I could feel your tiny body in there. My feet don’t smell much  tho, is that a problem, do you prefer when they smell?”

“I...I...I...” Billy couldn’t talk. 

“Poor Billy. Come on get up.”

Billy was shaking his life off. Melanie stood up hastily and smiling.  “Come on, stand up." She offered him her hands. Billy grabbed Melanie’s  hands and stood up, almost falling over his trembling knees.

“There.” She hugged Billy sincerely. She hugged him like she cared  for him. She hugged him to absorb his stress, he felt like breathing  again. Billy felt less tensed a bit and managed to find the strength to  hug Melanie back. “You are such a big ball of shame and stress Billy,  never seen you like this. Feeling better now?” Melanie stopped hugging  him.

“yes thank you Melanie.”

“Heh. You looked like you were going pass out.”

“I was.”

“Well I pushed it a bit, sorry. But I think it’s amazing by the way. I’m not kidding."

“You’re not?”

“I swear I am not. I wouldn’t do that to you Bil, come on.”

“Thanks.”

“So what’s next, you want to talk about it all or come to school with me?”

“I don’t know.”

“Come on, let’s walk back to school.”

Billy silently walked back with Melanie to school. On their way  there, Melanie kept talking. Billy didn’t say a word, or would slowly  answer with shy yes or noes. She told him a lot about what she would  like to do with him, like, for instance, make him clean all her shoes  with his tongue, putting him in her soccer cleats when she goes to  practice or for real soccer games. She told him how he would have to  sleep in her shoes. She would wear him most of the time inside her socks  or nylons and that being worn in old well worn trashed shoes would be a  privilege to be earned, and that licking filth off her shoes soles  would be a consequence. All sorts of things. She was pretty imaginative.  She would even sometimes change her mind and go back on things she had  said to replace it with another idea. She had so many ideas how to  torture Billy, she was unstoppable.

Billy couldn’t have asked for better. Melanie would be the perfect mistress, and him, her perfect footslave.

At school, Billy and Melanie didn’t talk about that much and talked  more like usual stuff with other friends.  At the end of the day, when  they had to part off, Billy told her he would be shrunk the next day.

Melanie, cheerful and happy said: “I’ll keep a look down and find  you. And then I’ll put you under my bare toes. See you tomorrow!” And  she walked off.

Billy clicked. “Wait Mel! Wait!” Mel turned. He pulled the shoebox  from his backpack and handed it to Melanie. “Here, a gift for you. Don’t  open it now, open it when you’re at home.”

“Alright, wow, thanks Bil” She leaned forward and kissed his cheek quickly, smiling. “Bye now!”

“Bye Melanie.”

Billy couldn’t believe his day.

He had found a way to trick the Angel and make her fulfill his  fantasy. He found a way to succeed his last and 3rd chance with no  failing possibilities. And he had to go through the worse and most  horrifying humiliation of his life to get to that point.

He rented a hotel room. During the evening Melanie texted him “They  are beautiful, and you’ll see a lot of them soon. And I’ll buy more with  that money. Tomorrow, you’re mine.” Gratified Billy fell on the hotel  bed slept like there were no tomorrow. He went into a deep slumber,  thinking about his life, and about his new life.

The 3rd and last chance.

“Remember Billy, If you fail, I’ll have to take your soul and bring  you with me in the afterlife. This is your last chance. ” the angel  smiled at Billy, in the foamy cloudy fluffy traditional paradise  metaphor.

“I know. I’ll be fine. Let’s do this!” Said a confident Billy, ready  to face his 3rd chance to become Melanie’s ultimate lifetime tiny  footslave.

“Alright Billy, in this last chance, you have to get Melanie to crush  you under her black boot soles.... or under the chunky heel, you  choose. ”

“What?... You can’t be serious. No no no, the deal is I get under her  bare toes inside her shoes. That’s....” was Billy’s failed attempt at  negociation.

“I make the rules.” Said the angel. She approached Billy and planted a  soft kiss on his lips. She was beautiful. The sensation of twirling  around and fast forwarding took him by surprise.

Right there in front of him, he could see Melanie’s beautiful legs,  in boot cut jeans, ripped apart the back bottom where the heel of her  shoes would always scratch since they were a bit too long. They were old  jeans but still making Melanie look like a goddess. From the angle he  could see Melanie was wearing some sort of sweater. Down there tho,  right in front of him, Melanie wore her very old pair of nike sneakers.  As if it was on purpose, she suddenly lifted her left leg over the right  and he was now staring at a dangle sneaker sole right above his head.  He caught a glimpse of pink cotton socks.

Frustrated, Billy kicked the desk’s leg and swore a few bad words. “Angel! Damn it! What am I supposed to do now!?”

In his head, the angel answered calmy.

“Improvise. But if you want your dream to be realised, I need you to  die under Melanie’s boots. I need your soul, so I can transform it.”

“What boots? She’s wearing sneakers!”

“You have until the end of the day.” The angel’s presence seem to  fade, Billy knew she wouldn’t talk to him anymore. Billy let out a  sarcastic “Perfect” and rubbed his face in his both hands.

He somewhat had to get Melanie’s attention in the first place. She  told him that she would look down for him so this should be easy. He  ventured forward, dashing on the vast classroom floor under the expanse  of her desk towards the old sneaker in front of him. The closer he got  to the shoe, the more he could catch a smell of humidity, musk, foot  sweat, leather and cotton. When he got closer he could see still wet but  drying mud at the back of her jean’s near the heel. Her jeans would  come over her shoe laces. For a brief moment Bill thought maybe it was  raining outside.

Before he could even venture close enough to her shoe, he saw it  coming quite fast as Melanie was uncrossing her legs and repositioning  her feet side to side. He got hit hard and his head banged on the tile  floor as all his body got hardly brushed over by a giant sneaker sole,  right above the ground. Before Billy lost consciousness, he thought he  was dead from the impact, all his skin was almost ripped off his body.

Billy woke up and knew exactly where he was. The feeling of  entrapement, hot sauna-like air, sweat dripping from Melanie’s toe skin  pressed on his tiny body. He felt the cotton fabric her was laying on.  And that powerful smell of old sneaker, sweat, socks and coconut lotion.  Melanie had perfectly pedicured her feet the evening before. She  smelled like heaven, everywhere was his own version of heaven in that  old sneaker for Billy. But tingling inside him got him to think that it  could very well be only temporary if he didn’t find a way to get out,  and talk to Melanie about being crushed under her boots.

Melanie must have spotted him and did what she said she would do. Up  there, miles up there in her mind, she was probably thinking about Billy  being her footslave already since she did what she was supposed to do.  She didn’t know the rules had changed. What was he thinking, Trying to  trick an angel!

Billy started to struggle. He moved and squirmed to get Melanie’s  attention. She reacted by wiggling her massive toes on Billy. “At least  she now knows I’m conscious” he thought. Determined, Billy started to  really trash and squirm hard. He tried to simulate being panicked so  Melanie would get him out.

The answer was pressure. Lots of pressure. And then a small stomp.  And another. Billy’s body was crushed every time and felt like he would  explode. His head was throbbing a mighty migraine. Bad move. He became  limp again, to buy peace from his new goddess. Billy could hear a bit of  the world outside the old sneaker as a very fade distant voice was  talking. Probably a teacher. Melanie was still in class, so he had time.  He thought maybe the best thing to do would be to wait until the end of  the day where she would remove her socks back at home after school. He  would get her attention then. The only thing he had to do was relax and  have fun, make sure every second of his time in Melanie’s shoes and  socks would be a good one.

Throughout the day, Billy got crushed a hundred times, during class  he was mostly napping, rubbing his face against Melanie’s toes or, when  laying on his belly, he would bury his nose in the sock fabric and  sometimes, his nose would touch the insole of the sneaker through the  fabric. Melanie wasn't moving her toes a lot, but sometimes she managed  to position the body under them here or there. Billy just tried to stay  limp and let himself be manipulated. He could knew school was over when  he felt sudden suction and cool air pouring in the sneaker. Melanie was  removing her sneakers.

Billy felt his back hurt the cold floor. He could hear a lot of  voices, like a crowded area, people laughing, metal case doors slamming.  School was over, Melanie was getting ready to grab the bus ride home.  Seconds passed, but they were enough to know Melanie was ignoring him.  She was talking to her friend Sarah, the one who was with Melanie back  in the girl’s locker room two days ago. Above him he got a few parts of  their conversation among all the noise.

“Yeah yeah he’s down there.”

“So it’s all true?”

“Yeah but now is not the time, I have to go home, I’ll call you this week-end so I can show you.”

“Alright Mel, I'll wait for your call...!”

The conversation was suddenly muffled and Billy felt Melanie was  putting her feet in another pair of shoes. In fact he knew. They were  the chunky platform boots he had to be crushed under. Melanie surely  wore them because of the rain outside. He felt the whole foot suddenly  “fit in” the boot and all got much more tighter under Melanie’s toes.  Those boots were more thight that her sneakers and smelled completely  different. Of course part of the same smell came along as he was still  in the sock but the boot odor mixed changed everything.

The heavenly bus ride home.

Billy could feel the bus rattling and vibration, with a few hard  bumps sometimes. The thick sole of the boot under him was absorbing a  lot. It was a nice feeling to be walked on in those boots since the  platform made him feel high above the ground, yet crushed. He dreamed of  his body being crushed so much in the inside that he would sink into  the rubbery platform of the shoe and fusion with the shoe itself.

At some point the walk home made the whole boot become like an oven.  Melanie was walking fast and he could feel the gravel and pavement under  the thick sole.

Cool air entered the boot as the zipper went down. Finally home!  Melanie got her foot out and put it directly on the hardwood floor.  Billy almost got knocked out. Melanie then walked upstairs and in what  Billy assumed was her room since it was suddenly carpet under him. The  light was dimmed by the think pink sock but it was bright enough for  Billy to have a hard time adjusting his sight.

“So, how are you little footslave?”

Billy suddenly realised Melanie was talking to him from above.

“MEL! Get me out!”  poor Billy started to move and trash around. Melanie scrunched her toes.

“You know I like it when you squirm like that.”

“Mel!” Billy punched her toes with all his might.”

“Hey, what are you doing down there? Don’t tell me you want to get out, because you’re not!”

“Mel, you don’t understand!” She could obviously not hear him.

“You’re my footslave now, I am the one who decides. Now lick my toes!”

Billy taken back by the sudden order from above started to lick her  toes. He could here Melanie giggle in appreciation. “That’s better, now  keep licking if you want to get out.” To which Billy answered with more  licking.

His tiny tongue was scraping the underside of her toe flesh but he  couldn’t do much that just drink the drying sweat. It tasted good  actually.

Melanie had him lick her toes for a good 15 minutes.

“Alright let’s look at you” Said Melanie. Billy felt the toes brush  off him and out of the sock. It wasn’t wet since it had already started  to dry so the sock didn’t stick to her skin. She reached down and Billy  was caught in her massive fingers.

Quickly, he was face to face with Melanie. Her face was huge. He felt like a pebble.

“MEL! Can you hear me?”

“Yes I can, but talk louder!”

“The process is not done yet!” Billy screamed.

“Oh! What do you mean it’s not done yet, I had you under there for the whole day you little pervert” She said playfully.

“Listen to me! The angel changed the rules! You have to crush me under the sole or heel of your black boots!”

“Really? Oh, you should have told me sooner, Bill. Let’s do it!”

Melanie stood up, carrying Billy on the palm of her hand. She walked  slowly and kept glancing at him to make sure he would not slip or fall  off. She got out of her room and walked back downstairs. She crouched  and positioned her hand on the floor. “Get on the carpet, I’ll put on  the boots.” Billy jumped off her palm and positioned himself laying on  his back looking up at his giantess. He was truely in love with her and  soon it would be all over and done.

“Oh, I’ve stepped in mud by accident.” Said Melanie as she showed the  mud caked tready soles of the boots he was just in a half an hour ago.  “I guess it’s too bad for you” Melanie’s wicked smile got Billy excited  as she put the boots on and stood up in her mighty glory. “Alright so I  just crush you and it’s done? You’ll be mine?”

Billy nodded and Melanie saw the tiny movement from up there. “Alright, have fun...dying.”

Melanie raised her left foot and brought it down slowly above Billy.  Drops of cold mud fell on him and some crusty drying mud was also  falling like debris, detaching from her sole. She lowered her boot until  she could feel Billy. Down there, the poor teen’s whole body seemed  like fitting in one of the cracks of her tread soled boot as he was  plunged in drying mud face first. He felt himself being smashed and  forced in the tread and mud came splurting around him from the pressure.  And the more pressure on, the more he was being pushed inside the boot  sole’s tread like a piece of gum, his face completely surrounded by mud.  He couldn’t breath. Mud was getting inside his mouth and more pressure  was applied. At some point he felt Melanie bounce, knowing she was full  weight on her foot. But Billy wasn’t dead, he was saved by the tready  sole and stuck inside it. But he couldn’t breath. He started to feel  lightheaded, suffocating in the mud. He swallowed some, it got into his  ears, eyes, nose, mouth and Melanie was still fullweight on him.

And Billy died right there, drowned by mud under Melanie’s boot. Not even a scratch.

But he succeeded his last chance.

And woke up spitting mud while Melanie was laughing at his tiny self.  He was now her footslave for real, and he would not die again.

The end