Throughout that night Timothy slpet soundly in a state of deep R.E.M. Although, unconsious , however, Timmy was able to detect the odour of his step-mother's dirty stocking within which he slept. This caused his mind to slip loose of reality as he began to dream the worst nightmare of his life. Within his dream all was hazy, as if it were hard to see. Timmy could not see his hand in front ofhis face. He could hear nothing and feel nothing, although he could smell a rrancid odour that packed a powerfull punch as well as sense a presence near him. but then in an instant all became bright and clear as Timmy looked up pinned on his back he saw the tips of his step-mother's toes and the elongated stretch of her legs and torso shooting into the sky topped off with a seemingly tiny head gazing down at him smilling. timmy struggled to move but was unable to budge even an inch. As he reached out his hand to push up against the immense pressure of the large toe, the weight upon him doubled and Timmy was brought to the point of suffocation. He couldnt breath on account of his step-mother's toe on his chest and could not escape . Struggle became useless, but the pressure subsided and the horrid odour being emitted from the toe replaced the physical oppression of being crushed to the physical oppression of being forced to smell rancid odours. Then all once more grew hazy and faded out. Timmy was once more reduced to the constant but solitary sense of smell. This time the smell increased in potency. More and more stronger and stronger. The smell seemed to replace all oxygen with the gaseous and corrupted air of what smelled like his step-mother's feet. Soon the smeel alone was enough to sufocate poor Timmy. Nevertheless, the sense of touch returned and Timmy could feel a mounting pressure on his chest. The air grew steamy and hot with the fetid smell. Then Timmy's sight was granted him once more and he found himself gazing at a hunk of wrinkled toe flesh directly above him. The wrinkled mass of moist, acrid flesh pushed up against Timmy's body and face. His arms and legs were snuggled tightly down by the flesh. His outstetched crotch was tightly tucked into a fold of flesh, and his face was soon fitted into another roll of soft, stinky skin. however, the pressure continued to steadily climb as well as the pressure. His bones began to creak beneath the force and then with one violebt twist of the massive toes Timmy felt a powerfull crick in his neck and his skull collapsed like a walnut 'neath an anvil. At this moment Timmy woke up in a cold sweat. He was somehwat disoriented, but he could continue to smell the same pungent foot odour. As timmy rubbed his eyes and stetched out he felt restructed, as though he were completley under the covers and tightly tucked in.....to be continued later tongiht....
Timmy then began to struggle to find the ends of the sheets to pull them off, but cold not find them. He then pushed against his "mesh prison" more vehemently but it was of noe use. Timmy could not budge. By then Timmy was begining to wonder what was going on. He was thinking that his sheets smelled an awfull lot like feet, but they could just be dirty. Timmy rubbed his eyes some more and the as the haze began to clear he relaized that he was no longer in his bed anymore. He was'nt exactly sure on his location as there was not enough light to see, but whereever he was there was a definite odor. With that odour filling his nostrils Timmy started to wrooy about where he was. He tried to asses the situation and determine if there was a way to escape. He pushed and struggled and pulled and strapped and was accomplishing very little as far as moving the smelly sheets off of his body. But just then he saw a faint light from the distance, shining through the dark meshy covers. His world began once more to shake and Timmy grew dizzy from the motion. Although it was unbeknownst to Timmy as of yet, but his step-mother had woken up and was preparingt o get dressed for work. As she reached for her shoes she caused Timmy to sense the movement. Then she unfurled her stockings each one by itself. When she unfurled the stocking Timmy lay trapped in Timm spun about again and again, around and around until he violently stopped and was embraced by the soft netting of his step-mother's hose. Timmy, now encased in only one layer of mesh cringed in horror at the sight he saw. As he looked down through the stocking he saw his step-mom's feet moving about the floor then apparantly sit down. One of her feet then lifted itself up towards him and dissapeared to his right. Timmy did the best he could to roll over on his back to see up above him and noticed his giant step-mother's face and looked up at her giant hands holding the rim of her hose shut....the only escape hatch for Tiny Tim. considering his nightmare Timmy became frantic with fear and struggles with all his might to climb up the mesh and escape the fate of being crushed at the raunchy old toes of his step-mother. Of course he was too small to have any effect or to gain his step-mother's attention. She then rolled up her hose and before Timmy could begin crawling out of his stinky predicament, his step-mother inserted her foot into the opening of the hose, defeating all hopes of escape. Timmy still fought but was soon overcome by his mother's foot. She slid it into the toes forcing Timmy to slide underneath her feet where he got caught in the crevices. As his step-mom pulled her hose to a tight fit Timmy was forced up against her bulbous flesh underneath her toes.
Being tightly bound inside her crevices Timmy was barely able to budge. His attempts at freeing himself from the crevices, which Timmy all too well knew would soon turn into an acrid sweat oven, were futile. He even tried to move over onto his side or his stomach, however, Timmy was his step-mommies little insole. Timmy was disgusted but could not fight. When his mother inserted her foot into her pump everything went dark andin a matter of minutes the heat began to increase dramatically. his step-mother then walked out to the car making Timmy grow a bit dizzy from the movement. With each step Timmy practically was forced to taste huge hunks of toe flesh that were forced into his mouth and pressed firmly against his body. But was even worse than this was the fact that with every wiggling of Timmy's step-mom's toes, Timmy's manhoood was made to rub up against those fleshy portions inside the crevices. Although, before his mother made it outt o the car the wigling was too sporadic and intermingled with moments of extreme pressure and motion caused by the walking for Timmy to grow an erection. But as soon as timmy's sep-mom stepped into her car and began driving she began to rythmically wiggle her toes over and over again forcing Timmy's manhood to become stand at attention to the damanding, prods of his step-mother's toes. Nevertheless, timmy was spared any premature ejaculation as his step-mother arrived to work at her office. Unfortunatley for Timmy, his step-mother was a secretary for a lawyer, and therefore sat at a desk most of the day fidgetting with her shoes and almost incessantly scrunching moulding and wiglgin her toes. As Timmy recalled this from times past when he would accompany her to work during the summer, he began to worry about what sort of torture-like habits his step-mother might employ on her tiny toes toy throughout the day. By the time Timmy's step-mother had reached her office, the already smelly confines of the hose grew substantially ranker with the increased perpsiration of his step-mom's feet. Her feet also became saturated with sweat thereby saturating TImmy with sweat as well. And then the naughty proddings began as TImmy;s step-mom vehemently started srucnhing and wiggling her toes over Tiny Tim bringing him quickly to attention. They would come at rythmicall intervels, one 5 minute set would get Timmy up, another 5 minute rest would allow Timmy to decrease somewhat. And then another 5 minutes and so on and so forth until around noon when his step-mother, anxious for lunch, continued her prodding for over 20 minutes straight, during which time Timmy strained to prevent his release of fliud. However, the constant rubbing of the extremely pungent sweaty flesh overwhelmed Timmy's 16 yr old resistance and forced him to purge himself with such a violent force that he shuddered and kicked almost hard enough f or his step-mother to feel it. But after the fact Timmy's step-mom's toes conitued their play with his manhood, making Timmy to feel even more overwhelmed by the vicious proddings on his now sesitive member. Then lunch time came, which releived timmy of his foot torture. However the smell by this time packed such a powerfull punch that Timmy could taste it through his nostrils and the vinegar like odour stung as though sulfuric acid were being poured over him. While at lunch his step-mom finally released Timmy from the constant sweat and heat of being inside her shoe. Although the smell never left, Timmy could get feel wafts of air penetrate the now sweat saturated mesh and flow into Timmy's prison. Too bad for Timothy though, the rest was only temporary. Soon his step-mother started slipping her foot in and out of her pumps causing Timmy to shift about within her moist, fetid creivices. Because of the sweat, which was almost like a natural lubricate, Timothy was forced to slipp underneather his step-mom's instep. the smell there was no less ofensive, nor was it any more comofrtable. But it did allow Timmy to stretch out a little. And so it continued for about 30 minutes that Timmy's mother rubbed her little adopted pet with her wrinkled feet. But when it came time to go she stood up with Timmy still stuck in the instep. Timmy pancked and tried to make it to the saftey of the, awfully unpleasant crevices, but was forced into a large wrinkle on the heel of his mother's foot. The fit was tight and the pressure immense. Timmy was not able to breath as all the air was forced out of him. Luckily for Timmy though his step-mother felt him and toook of her shoe at her desk and rubbed her foot against the flor to postion what she assumed to be a peice of cotton or something, back into the more comortable confines of her crevices. It was there that Timmy suffered the awfull smell and torture of his step-mom's feet throughout that day. About 5 hours later Timmy's step-mom arrived at her home. As she stepped into the house she noticed that Alicia and Elizabeth had a few friends over and they were in their room listening to music, talking and doing things that girls do. She decided not to bother them, but Elizabeth, upon hearing her mother arrive home was first out tog greet her, and treated her extra kind. After a little persuasion intermittenly interrupted by litte giggles she got her mother to agree to a foot massage, as her feet were tired from a long days work. She told her mother to let her take off her stockings, explaining to her that it would feel goood on her feet if she were to scrunch her bare feet on the carpet. With that Timmy's step mom removed her extremely hot and smelly feet from her shoes and while Elizabeth took special care to make sure that their mother did not find out that Timmy was in her stockings all day today at work, so when she removed her stocking from the foot Timmy was enprisoned within, she made sure that he fell to the toes section and tied the opening to prevent Timmy's escape. She then laid aside the stockings, gave her fot massage and then picked up the dirty smelly hose and brough them into her and her sister's room. All the while Timmy revelling in the partial pleasure of feeling cool fresh once again, found himself still uneasy with the fact that his step-sister had control of him. Suddenly the loud clang of a small group of girls clanged in Timmy's ears as Betty broguht him into the room. she then whipsered to her little step-brother...."You may not survive this one Timmy...!" then sadistically laughed.
Ziggy Frued
