It all began in September of 94. Timothy Schmetzelheimer, the son of a single mother and youngest of two sisters, moved into a new home in San Diego, California. Timmothy was not thrilled about moving to California..I mean who in their right mind is? But his mother was forced to relocate in order to keep her job. On the other hand, his sisters Elizabeth -18- and Alison -20- were actually looking forward to moving to the sunshine state - yuck!. Timothy was about 16 by now. He was of average stature being not too short not too tall. He was dark haired and becoming more and more handsome. As puberty started kicking in, he grew larger and larger. his muscles bagan to take shape, his voice was deepening, and his overall chemistry was changing from that of a child to that of an adult. What a time it was for Timothy! He was young and alive and coming out..in more ways than one. Timmothy was an A student, a dreamer and was already making plans for graduation. His future was ahead of him, and what a bright future it all seemed. But, unbeknownst to himself, things were about to change in Timothy's life, and his fate was soon to be sealed in the deepest and most secret parts of his mind. For as long as Timothy could remember he had always had a fetish for women's feet. He would look at them in magazines and when the former were not available he would draw pictures of them and imagine touching them with his face and smelling them. Although Timothy knew nothing of fetishism or even the origins of his strange desire, he continued to pursue his fantasies ni his mind day in and day out. As Timothy started in his new school he became even more withdrawn and intraverted. Everytime he would see a female's foot his mind would wonder and he would lose track of all time and space. Timmy was definately an extremely bright, if not unusual boy. Nonetheless, his A average slipped to hardly a D as he wasted away, slipping more and more in his thoughts and seemingly losing control of his mind. Concerned about Timmy's incessant day dreaming, teacher, Ms San Marco, called a meeting with his mother. Poor Timmy's mother was not sure what to make of it. Sure, he had an imagination, he always had, but it had never interferred in his work. Ms. San Marco suggested to Timmy's mother to assign him a mentor to speak with him and allow him an outlet with which to vent any hidden anxiety. His mentor would meet with him 3 times a week during his P.E. class and would allow Timmy the chance to form a relationship in a non-threatening atmosphere. And so, in the company of Ms. San Marco and his mother, Timmy's fate was to be sealed next week starting Monday.
that weekend Timothy's mother explained to him that he will be meeting with a mentor three times a week during his gym class. Not being much of an athlete Timmy had little objection, his only concern was however, that it made him feel as though he were handicapped in some way. Assuring him of the harmelesness of such counsel, Timmy's mother set his worries to rest. The following Monday Timmy was awoken around 6:30, his usual time, ate his breakfast and head out side to the bus stop. On his way out his mother reminded him that he would be meeting with his new mentor during his gym class and not to forget. "Yeah I know whatever" Timmy answered, and rushed out the door. While on the bus tImmy was contemplating what it was he would say to the mentor. He never was a good conversationalist and so would often make plans about what he could possibly discuss beforehand. While contemplating Timmy realized that his mentor may ask him about what draws his attention away from his studies. Full knowing the answer to such a question would be inappropriate to anounce publicly, Timmy quickly thought up false reason. He would just tell them he dreamed about being a fireman or something..."Yeah, that oughta work" he thought to himself. that day during his 3rd period P.E. class Timothy, forgetting his scheduled appointment with his mentor siuted up as usuall wearing those scanty black polyester gymn shorts and the itchy grey t-shirt. As he walked out to paricipate in whatever b.s. sport the coach had planned for the day he was called out of que and told to report to the office. Timmy's mind began to race as he tried to imagine what it could be for, but on his way to there he realized that he was supposed to go to meet with his new mentor. Timmy took a sigh of relief as he realized that he was actually not in trouble. As he entered the office he noticed a very fine looking woman who seemed, to him, to be somewhere between the ages of 30 and 40. She was typically anglo with long wavy blonde hair with shortened bangs. Her skin tone was somewhat darkened but not to the point of looking like a dried up peice fo toast, more like a bagel. Her features were not so sharp, her nose was little big, and her eyes rather roundish. But she maintained considerable beauty, however unrefined it might seem. She was wearing a white blouse and a red knee-length skirt. Of even more consequence to Timmy though was the fact that she was wearing black stockings encased by a fashionable pair of black pumps at her feet. Timothy eyed this females feet until she stood up and introdueced herself to him. "Timmy?" she asked. "Huh...what!?" Timmy rpelied, startled at being caught during his intense observation. "Timmy, my name is Gail Smith, I am your mentor." "huh..oh..hi I'm Timmy it's a pleasure", Timmy said. "Well, the feeling is mutual...I am glad we have this oppurtunity to talk together, I hope much will come of it." cooed Gail. With that Gail led Timmy down the hall into a small private office room were they can be left to speak in private. The room was not much larger than a closet, but they had still managed to somehow fit a desk into it. Around the desk there were two school chairs situated across from one another. As they both sat down and made themselves comfortable Gail began a series of preliminary questions to break the ice. All the while she dangled her pumps from her black stockinged foot as she sat with her legs crossed. Ouch!, this caused Timmy to lose track of the conversation and slip into daze. The song Purple haze started ringing in his mind as he eyed Gail's feet. His vision got blurred as his thoughts raced with images of her foot coming down on his face and the smell overtaking him. He also imagined being the size of a fly and getting caught inside of her pump as her hot, moist, and smelly foot was inserted in and out. Although he did try to answer her questions as best he could he just couldnt focus on anything but Gail's feet. Then Gail raised her voice a bit.."Timothy! Are you with me?" "huh..yeah..I'm sorry" Timmy said as he frantically searched for an excuse, "I am just tired thats all." Gail, noticing his wandering eye took note and said, "I understand, we all get tired sometimes." She then moved a bit closer to Timmy to test his resolve until her foot was nearly touching his leg. she continued her conversation casually as she began to dangle her pump even more vehemently this time. She then slipped her feet out of her pumps and, knowing that her feet smelled a bit strong rested them on the desk next to Timmy. Timmy, catching a faint wiff of her pungent odour, attempted to turn his head as casually as possible toward her feet in order to get a better one. As he did , Gail began to move her feet off the desk and said "I'm sorry do my feet bother you, I hope they dont smell.." she devilishly smiled and wiggled her toes..."It's so comfortable to rest my tired feet up here, they dont bother you do they?" Timmy quickly responded, "Of course not, I dont mind." Gail then smiled and wiggled her toes. "So what is it that you think about when you day dream?" Gail asked. Without thinking Timmy said "feet"...doh! Timmy turned red immediatly, "I mean ..meat..I like lots of meat..I cant wait to get home and eat meat...I like red meat, chicjen meat, even horse meat and sometimes......" Gail interrupted "It's ok...you like feet...I heard you loud and clear along time ago." Just then Timmy's erection was exposed as it portuded out of his tight black gymn shorts. He tried to cover it with his shirt and crossed his legs but it was no use. Gail, having noticed this said.."It's ok, I know what where dealing with here and it is nothing that a little behaviour modification cant handle." With that she asked Timmy to stand up, but Timmy was too embarrased to stand up on account of his buldging erection and refused. Gail then said, "Ok you have a choice...smell my feet or stand up", Timmy began to sweat as he was being forced to expose himself in one of two ways. If he smelled her feet he would be exposing his foot fetish, if he stood up he would be exposing his erection, which could be inferred that it came from his fetish for feet..so either wayTimmy was screwed. Chosing the better of the two, Timmy refused to stand up and Gail then moved her feet from the table and towards his face. She smiled all the while, gazing deep into Timothy's eyes and pulling out his fetish as if it she were plucking a root from the ground. As her toes moved in to his face Timmy could smell the strong musty odour of her feet. They were in one sense raunchy and repulsive but in another they seemed to be completely arousing. Nonetheless Timmy turned away his head in seeming disgust but was immedietly pursued by Gail's smelly feet. She laughed and gigled at Timmy's plight and told him if he didnt stand he would have to keep smelling her feet. Timmy could not contain his embarrasment, he almost cried knowing that his deepest darkest fantasies were being exposed. On the other hand they werre also being realized as Timothy was actually for the first time able to smell a woman's feet. Needless to say Timmy's young erection was throbbing full force. Timmy decided that instead of exposing his erection..which would be indecent, he would continue to smell her feet and pretend to not like it. Gail then removed her feet from his face and said...ok I have tortured you enough with my stinky feet and then put her pumps back on her feet. As she did this Tommy contiued to stare as she slipped each one of her stockinged feet into the pumps. Gail, then said.."ok We are going to have to begin this behaviour modification as soon as possible." She then pulled out a small bottle of pills. The cover was blank and there was no label on the front to indicate what it was. she then took a tiny pill about the size of a celery seed and told Timmy to swallow it. Timmypicked it up out of her hand and swallowed it, then he asked what it was. Then Gail said...let's wait 5 minutes for it to be effective. After the 5 minutes was over Timmy still felt perfectly normal. "ok now what? I dont feel anything?" Gail said, "you dont have to, not until I do this.." With that Gail licked her thumb and foerefinger and leaned forward and wiped her wet fingers on Timmy's nostrils "Grooss!!" Timmy yelled as he puled away,"what did you do tha........" Then Timmy began to feel dizzy and disoriented, as if her were fallling. he suddenly felt a heavy weight upon him as if piles and piles of heavy thick cloth were being piled atop him. finally Timmy found himself lying against the cold hard floor and was covered by a thick cloth of some sort. Everything, seemed as though it could have been real until Timmy realized that his bare bumm was touching the cold floor. The piles of cloth on top of him began to shift and move and then a cold draft flowed over him as he saw the what seemed to be a giant pair of black gym shorts ascending upward. As the shorts exposed him to the light, Timy looked up and saw a sight that chilled him to his bones. It was Gail's face looking down on him. He then looked straight ahead and saw her stockinged feet in her black pumps and looked back up her mile-high legs and towards her face again. "You are now only three centimeters high, give or take a few millimeters." Gail roared from up high. Timmy realizing his height yelled up at her in fright but Gail could not make out what he was saying nor did she think it important. She then bellowed down to him and said, "This is your behaviour modification, now anytime someone feels the need to shrink all they need do is lick their fingers and wipe your nostrils and you will shrink. You will remain a tiny littly boy so long as you dont smell the feet of women for at least 15-30 minutes. But as long as you smell female feet you will stay small." Timmy began to shiver, being totally naked and exposed and Gail noticing said... "Ok here let me warm you up." With that she slipped off both of her shoes and hovered her right foot over tiny Tim. The musty, somewhat cheesy smell was not particularly pleasant and was considerably stronger than before, even as it only hovered above him. Then her foot descended upon Tiimy. Scarred Timmy tried to run but was so small that he was not able to get far enough away before Gail's foot nudged him in the back and knocked him forward. "Now if you dont want to get hurt you need to stay still Timmy" Gail ordered Afraid Timmy stopped and stood before her, unwillingly erect. Gail then caught Timmy between her left and right foot and sandwiched him. she then grabbed timmy's head in between her toes with her right foot and grabbed the rest of him with the toes on her left foot, Timmy could now only smell the rancid stink from Gail's feet and feel the rough hose caress his body and rub up against his sensitive cock. Timmy struggled a bit but Gail would only tighten her grip on him. She fondled poor Tim for over5 mins. and then released him. "Ok now lay flat on your back while I explain what will happen to you." Gail again ordered. Timmy obeyed, but was shivering partly from the cold breeze he was now exposed to again but mostly out of nervousness. Then Gail lowered her rancid foot down upon Timmy and covered his whole frame with her toes alone. She then squeezed and manipulated Tim to fit into her crevices horizontally and left him to soak in her foot sweat. She then began to explain to him... "Ok heres the deal Timmy. Everytime you misbehave or day dream you will be consequently shrunk and forced to smell a woman's feet, I have already spoken to your step- mother about this and she agrees and assured me that your step-sisters will be more than happy to help. Also, I have spoken with all of your teachers and the principal Mrs. Broomhilda, and they have all assured me that if you misbehave they will punish you in this way and may even employ the assisitance of other female students. Now one last thing....Becasue clothes dont shrink, only you do, you will be naked everytime. In the event that you should be at the feet of woman you should suggest that they wrap your body in toilette paper or something to protect your privates from being fondled as it has often occurred that little boys like you have been unwillingly forced into ejaculation at the feet of their punishers." With that Gail liften up her foot from Timy leaving him hot, disheaveled and wet with the stench of her feet. Timmy just lie there, fully erect, scarred and began to contemplate what might come of this. Images of his step-sisters playing foot torture games with him just for fun seemed unbearable and then it seemed even worse to imagine his own step-mother doing such a thing. Sure they were only step-family, but he had lived with his siblings as siblings for well over ten years and he had lived with his step-mother as a step-mother for the same time. It just didnt seem right. Gail then said, "Well this concludes our first meeting, there will be plenty more too come. But dont' worry there is good news. In order to catch up on this whole new system you have been given the day off today and tomorrow to get used to it. Your step- mother was'nt able to pick you up today but your older step-sister Alicia is here to pick you up, I suggested that she wear yuou homein her shoe to give you a feel for it, but not to be too tough on you today as its your first day." Gail then reached down towards Tiny Tim and with her gigantic thumb and forefinger grabbed Timmy and lifted him up. After placing him in the palm of her hand she began to walk out of the room collecting Timmy's clothes in her other arm. As they entered the main office Timmy noticed his Sister Alicia sitting in the chair waiting. When she saw Gail Smith and her little step-brother enter the office she exclaimed "Oh my goodness! HA! look at you...your just my fit I think." Timmy looked in horror as his sister began to remove her right black strap-on clog exposing a black stockinged foot that looked a bit wet from perspiration. His sister then smiled at him and told Gail to put him in. As Alicia lifted up her clog to just under the Gail's hand that held him Timmy began to smell a foul rancid odour from below him. As he looked down he starred into the black, selly pit of Alicia's clog and was overcome by fear. Timothy then began to struggle and fight and tried to get lose from Gail's grip, but it was of no use. Gail and Alicia looked at him and laughed...finding his plight at their feet amusing. Then poor Timy, unable to fight against Gail's massive fingers was soon overtaken by Alicia's shoe's odour as she slowly and carefully delivered him into the merciless stench and heat of Alicia's clog. Timmy looked around him and the walls of the shoe surrounded him, the light grew dimmer and the smell stronger and stronger. Timmy's legs finally reached the toe of the shoe and Gail released her vice grip and emoved her hand from the shoe. Timmy, gazing out into the fresh air and light outside the opening of the clog dreamed of being being free and large again. Then Timmy, awaiting the unspeakable squat down in the confines of his smelly misery. As a few moments passed Timmy began to wonder if his sister was truelly not as cruel as he thought her to be and was not going to force her foot upon him. But then the shoe shifted and Timmy got scared and attempted to escape by making run for the opening. But just as he reached the entrancway of the clog, and just when the air seemes to get fresher, Timmy saw Alicia's hot sweaty, black stockinged foot move towards him and into the shoe. It was too late, before Timmy had escaped the walls of his shoe prison Alicia had pushed him back into the rank depths of her clog and this time her foot had invaded his space. In fact, It was so crowded that Timmy could hardly breath being squished between the tips of Alicia's toes and the end of the clog. Then Alicia's toes started moving and like mighty tools they efficiently and quickly manipulated poor little Timmy to fit into the crevices of her toes. There, Timmy lie on his back starring up at a hunk of hot, sweaty flesh encased in a rough mesh of black, also soaked in rancid stink. Not only could Timmy feel various warm, wet and smelly hunks of flesh against his whole body including his mid-region, but the smell was overwhelmingly powerfull and Timmy could not escape the odour whether he breathed through his mouth or nose. Tim could here a few faint sounds and voices, but amidst the sweltering heat and sharp stench, all else grew dull. The following story will account what odifourous adventures and or misfortunes our hero Tiny Tim must brave at the feet of his step-sisters and step-mother. to be continued.....
Ziggy Freud