As Timmy lie beneath the sweltering heat and intensly acridic smell of Mrs. Broker's disgusting old brown stocking covered hose, he began to wonder what would happen to him. Much like a student in trouble who waits outside the principle's office in anticipation of judgment, Timmy grew frightened at the prospects of what could happen. He began to think of all the things Mr.s Broker could be contemplating at that very moment. Was she really going to expose him, tiny as he may be, in his naked form before others? What of his clothes? And finally what of Timmy's chance to finally wash of the smell of feet in the gymn shower room? While deeply emeshed in his thought Timmy attention was promptly brought bac to the smelly confines of Mrs. Brokers feet as she rapidly began her toes over Timmy. Soaking with sweaty vinegary stink, mesh encased portions of flesh squeezed Timmy and pushed up against him rubbing his body. Timmy was again not able to avoid erection as Mrs Broker contiued to stroke Timy over and over again. The smell seemed to get worse as the proddings continued and Timmy could feel and hear the squishing of the saturated insole against her toes. (It i said that the average American emmits up to one cup of sweat from their feet in a day) Finally, after what seemed a lifetime the proddings stopped. the air soon became opressively smelly and stuffy beneath Mrs. Broker's toes. Then there was a shuffling and Mrs. Broker's toes began to push themselves away from poor Little Timmy. As her foot left the foot Timmy could feel the fresh outside air rush into his stinking hot cell and when Mrs. Broker's foot totally left the shoe Timmy could once again see the light of day and hear the voices of those around him. Although it was difficult to make out whose voices were being heard, Timmy could recognize that all of them were female due to their octaves. Timmy took the opurtunity to roll over on his stomach and push himself up on his hands and kness. As slowly did this Timmy could hear and feel the squishing of the saturated insoles against his handes and knees. realizing the gravity of the situation timmy took his hand up to his numb nose and smelled his wet hand. The smell was just as intense as if he were under Mrs. Broker's feet again. Timmy quickly stood up and looked at his wet, smelly, naked frame. As he glared down at his feet Timmy saw his reddened, moist skin, and an erection starring him in the face. As he looked past his mid-resion, timmy saw his feet standing in a small puddle of smelly foot sweat made by well formed by his impression on the soft insoles. but soon the smell of his environment became too much for Timmy and he began to make his way out to the heel of Mrs. Broker's flat where the are was less stale and pungent. As he looked up from inside of the heel of Mrs. Broker's shoe Timmy saw vast stretches of stockinged legs. Some legs were brown, one was black and another was a clear grey. When he looked up further Timy saw his mentor talking with Mrs. Broker and some otherteachers in the lounge. Most everybodies attention was on Timmy's mentor who was explaining to the faculty the program that she had prescribed for Timmy. Timmy was able to make out the conersation, although he did not understand all of the psych jargon that his mentor was pulling out on the teachers and judging from the looks on their faces Timmy could deduce that they didnt understand either. As Timmy stood there starring up these giantess teacher's faces he was stupyfied...what was he to do now? But just then Mrs. Broker looked down at her shoe and noticed TImmy was at the heel. Mrs. Broker interrupted Timmy's mentor's conversation when she said..."oh no you dont!" and quickly began putting her foot back into her shoe covering Timmy once again with her foot stink as she pushed him down into the toe of her shoe and rubbed her wrinkly smelly feet up against his naked body once more. As the world once more grew dark and smelly Timmy could had sworn that he heard laughter. Timmy lay beneath the feet of Mrs, Broker for another 5minutes when she quickly removed her foot, releasing her hold on Timmy and bent over to summon Timmy out. "Timmy...come out to the heel now we need to discuss your punishment..you are in big trouble young man." Timmy inched his way out to the heel when Mrs. Broker dumped her shoe over causing Timm to roll out onto the floor. As Timmy looked up from the floor and Mrs. Broker's shoe moved away from from his sight he saw three teachers, his mentor, and a freshman female student who TImmy had seen before but didnt know her name. Timmy's Mentor then moved in over Timmy and told Timy to lay flat on his back. Timmy promptly obeyed knowing that if he barely sneezed that he would probably be punished for another full day. As all of these femlaes starred down on him Timmy became embarrased knowing that he was naked and covered his groin with his hands. One of Timmy's teahcers...Ms. Plum......another 50 yr old teahcer with a prune face and grey hair, ordered Timmy to spread forth his legs and his arms and not to cover any spots as he is to be thouroughly covered in the stink of their feet. Having said that Ms. Plum removed her shoe andslid her grey stockinged foot towards timmy's feet. From there she gently and caressingly smoothed her toes over Timmy's feet, knees, then groin and finally chest stopping near his neck and pinning him down. Timmy could feel the warmth moisture of her soft stockinged toes caress his body from shoulder to toe. But the smell left something to be desired. It was sour and musty and had a slight leather smel to it all at once. While Ms. Plum rubbed Timy over with her smely feer, Timmy's mentor began to explain to Timmy his punishment for the day.
Looking down at Timmy with a haughty smirk, Timmy's mentor explained..."Now Timmy...Do you remember what I told you about what woud happen to you if you misbehaved? Well, you misbehaved, and now your going to have to spend the rest of the day at someone's feet. I would like to introduce you to Christine. In order that you can still attend classes while being punished we have designated Christine here to be your 'foot buddy' and she will wear you at her feet for the rest of the day and since she has all of her classes with you, you will not miss any of them." As Timmy's mentor was explaining to Timmy that he would have to spend the rest of the day at the feet of some freshman girl, Timmy looked up and examined Christine. She was dusty blonde, blue eyed, with rounded cheeks and dimples. She seemed a little froo froo as she looked down at him in amazement. She was wearing jeans, a pair of dirty white reebox, and timmy thought she was ewaring white sox, but wasnt sure as it was hard to look up her leg due to the proximity of his pinned body. With Ms. Plums raunchy foot still ontop of Timmy, Timmy's mentor began explaining to Christine how to wear Timmy in her shoe,making sure to reitirate that Timmy must be placed underneath her crevices so she doesnt suffocate him. After having explained to Christine what she must do, she tld her to take off one of her shoes and sox. When she did, Ms. Plum released Timmy from the warm caresses of her smelly foot and Timmy felt cool air rush over his warm smelly body. Then Timmy's mentor reached down and grabbed Timmy between her forefiner and thumb around his waist. She lifted him up causing TImmy to feel a rush of wind blow up against his face as he ascended high into the air. Then Timmy looked straight on at Christine's pretty face with her fluttering blue eyes and chubby cheecks. But Timmy's pretty sight was marred when he looked down below him and saw down the opening of Christine's crusty smelly white sock. Unable to stop his descent into the confines of his soon to be foot prison as Timmy's mentor delivered him into the sock, timmy began to smell the musty smell of Chrtistine's feet. Timmy crindged in disgust, but alas, twas nothing Tiny Tim could do save suffer at the smelly feet of Christine. When Timmy's mentor had pushed her arm into the sock all the way she released her grip on Timmy and allowed him to fall on his back in the toe. The smell here was awfull for TImmy and the feeling of the crusty sock agaisnt his naked bud was slimey, and sticky. Suddenly all began to move and sway as Christine took her sock and inserted her size 41/2 foot into the sock. Timmy watched as the ends of the sock shuffled followed by Christines foot emerging from the white wall of the sock inching it's way towards poor Timmy. Timmy smelled a vinegary smell that, combined with the must of the sock, packed a powerfull punch. Timmy watched in frightfull anticipation as Christine's plump, reddened, toes mvoed over Timmy's naked frame, rubbing their slimey, warm and pungent flesh across Timmy's face and body. When Chritine, pilled the socks to a tight fit, Timmy gasped as he nearly extended the full length of her toe crevices. No doubt, Christine's petite feet were a bit too small and made for an awfully tight fit. As Christine, inserted her footinto her smell reebox, the pressure increased 10 fold and Timmy was practically suffocating. When Christine moved her smelly toes over Timmy's body, the it was as if her were being trampled by 500 pound women. Fortunately for Timmy though Cristine recognized that it indeed truely was a tight fit and not very comfortable for herself as well. When she complained to Timmy's mentor though she told her to stand up and walk around ontop of Timmy and see how it felt. With that Christined stood up and forced pressure onto her feet. What was once 500 lb women, became one ton women and Timmy was truely suffocated...he couldnt breath on account of the pressure on his chest. As Christine walked around and felt TImmy's body over under her toes, she told the mentor that they Timmy was still a bit uncomfortable. Thank goodnes for Timmy the suffocation only lasted for 20-30 secs, after which Timmy was releived when Christine sat down. Timmy's mentor then told Christine to take off her shoe and show her her foot. So, Christine intied her shoe, and removed her feet, allowing Timmy to breath once more, though it was still difficult. As Christine lifted her foot up of the ground and brought it over to Timmy's mentor, the mentor began to examine the crevices of Cristine's toes and the buldge that was timmy behind the dirty sock. When timmy's mentor caught a whiff of Christine's foot she said."my goodness Christine, when was the last time you changed your socks?", causing Christine to blush with embarrasment as she lied and said..."Those are fresh, I just washed them last night." Of course the truth was that Christine had not wahsed those socks in a week and pulled them out f the dirty laundry. Meanwhile, while Timmy's mentor continues her fondling and examining of Timmy and Christine's crevices, she too decided that the fit was too small to be healthy. Timmy thouht to himself ater hearinf this that he could poosibly be relesed for the day and took a sigh of releif. But poor Timmy never escapes foot punishment. Suddenly, Timmy's world was shaken and Timmy's once crushed body was now falling down to the heel of christines sock as Timmy's mentor began removing it. When Christine's foot was completely free from the sock, Timmy once again fell into the toe section as the sock shifted. When Timmy looked up he saw his Gail's hands (his mentor) reach down towards him and grasp him between her fingers.She lifted timmy out as Timmy saw flashes of white netting pass before his eyes and smelled fresher air coming from above. Finally he was out of the sock and held before Gail's face who looked at him intently as she said. "Yeah, he's a bit too big for Christine's feet, so we will have to make him smaller. Timmy grew afraid as Gail layed him down on a paper plate on the coffe table in the teacher's lounge. she then hovered her face and lips over TImmy. As Timmy looked up he could see nothing but Gail's giant face starring down on him and and her hair forming a wall that prevented him from seeig anything to the left or right of him. suddenly, Timmy crindged as he saw a yellowish white froth forming at Gail's lips. It was a huge ball of spit that was larger than TImmy. The spit gooed down clser and clser to Timmy in a slow honey like drip. And then it finally broke and a wet, slimey ball of frother, smelly spit splashed down on Timmy who was quickly overwhelmed by the awfull smell and disgusting slime that covered him from head t toe. Timmy tried to srand up but was unable as he kept slipping and sliding. The teacher's laughed at Timmy's plight thinking it amusing. Timmy kept his mouth tightly shut so as not to swallow any of Gail's disgusting spit. unfortunately this forced Timmy to smell the spit which caused him to gag aa few times. It didnt take long before TImmy began to shrink once more. He was now reduced from two centimeters to one. Then Gail reached down to grab Timmy and carefully picked up his slimey, spit covered body and once more delivered Timy into Christine's sock. Timmy could smell the musty sock once inside but was still overwhelmed by the smell of Gail's spit. Finally, chrisinte once more oinserted her foot into her sock and wiggled her toes around Timmy declaring that the fit was perfect. Indeed it was more comfortable for Timmy as he could actually move around. Timmy has never been this small before and did not have to worry about being forcibly brought to climax as he could actually move. Or so Timmy thought. No sooner then Timmy began to squirm Christine scrunched her toes and Timmy was mooshed against her hunks of smelly flesh. The smell was overwhelming and acridic. And Timmy, now scrunched beneath and forced to smell the awfull smells of these females once more grew erect. There was no stopping this torture Timmy thought to himself. Timmy could hear nothing outside of the movements of Christine's toes, he could smell nothing but Christine's feet and the spit of Gail, he could see nothing but darkness and feel nothing but slimey, sticky hunks of flesh and mesh rubb up against him.
Ziggy Freud