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Unaware Teacher (Toy Tf)
🕑 Added 2024-04-30 00:01:12 +0000 UTC It was a hot summer day in Florida when it happened. Johnny was in summer school for senior chemistry. His teacher, Miss Balog, was absolutely gorgeous. She was in her early twenties and this had been her first year teaching full time. For the most part she loved her job with the exception of some of the kids who just generally annoyed her. Johnny was one of them. Class clown, always being disruptive, and acting out and would frequently frustrate her. Today was no different. The day was almost over and yet again Johnny was acting out, but this time he bumped into a shelf with a mix of chemicals and knocked them onto the ground.
Being frustrated and minutes away from letting the kids out, Miss Balog took a deep, frustrated breath and dismissed the whole class except for Johnny who had to stay behind and clean his mess while she also stepped out a minute to regain her composure. He got it all cleaned up and noticed he had gotten a bunch on his clothes and skin. Miss Balog had left a few towels on her desk for him to use to clean the mess that he hadn’t needed so he went to get one to dry the chemicals off of him.
Right as he was about to reach the desk something weird happened. In an instant his whole body seized up and the forward momentum had caused him to tumble directly towards the desk. He was sure his face was going to collide with her desk and couldn’t even seem to close his eyes so as not to have to watch it. However, the hit never came. Just as instantly as his body seized he found himself shrunk, mid-air, still falling forward, now flipping and spinning as he made his way to the ground. He hit the ground and bounced several times before coming to a stop on his back under the desk. Even when he bounced not a single limb moved and being unable to move his head he couldn’t figure out why. All he could do was lay on his back and look up at the bottom of the desk, hoping his teacher would notice him when she returned.
After several minutes of just laying there he could hear the clicking of her high heels as she walked back into the class. She took her seat at her desk and scooted herself in. Johnny watched in horror as her giant high heel landed what to him was only a few feet away from him. If he could have moved he would have pissed himself. He was nothing more than an insignificant speck next to her shoe. Although she left her foot trapped in her shoe he could still smell a strong stench of her feet leaking out due to the summer heat and, unbeknownst to him, she had a condition that caused her sweat more frequently and despite her absolute beauty her feet reeked to high Hell. Luckily for him the vast majority of the smell was locked in her shoe and he just hoped it stayed there.
While sitting at her desk grading papers, Miss Balog started to absentmindedly tap her foot, unaware of the absolute fear she was instilling in her tiny pupil that was right next to her tapping. It only took a few taps before her foot shifted enough to start landing on top of him. He watched in horror as the bottom of her shoe came crashing down on him for the first time. Although it hurt a bit it did no real damage to him. His now stiff body seemed to be hard enough to withstand the abuse, which was lucky for him because yet again her foot came crashing down on top of him.
While tapping her foot, Miss Balog noticed a lump under her shoe. She tapped her foot on it a few more times before trying to grind it into the ground, not knowing what it may be. When it didn’t give under the pressure she assumed it was just a pebble. She ground her foot into it for a minute to relieve some of her stress brought on by Johnny by imagining it was him before reaching down to pick it up to dispose of it. She noticed the second she picked it up that it didn’t feel like a pebble. She dropped it from her right hand and into the palm of her left so she could inspect what it was. To her shock it was a toy shaped like a really tiny person.
“Where did you come from?” she asked the toy “Who would make such a small toy? And for what?”
She poked and played with Johnny for a minute before bringing it closer to her face for a better inspection.
“That’s so cute,” she giggled, “You look just like Johnny, I could have some fun with you! I’ve always had a secret fantasy about being a giant, now I can really enjoy that fantasy, and even better yet I can pretend you’re actually Johnny because you really do look a lot like him. Don’t worry my little toy man, I’ll keep you safe with me from now on, we’ll always be together my tiny toy Johnny. I’ve actually thought a lot about the things I would do to your annoying ass if I could make you this size myself, and now that I found you, I can finally live out my fantasies. I wish you were the real Johnny, but you’ll still do just fine all the same.”
Miss Balog was already getting into the fantasy that this was really a tiny version of Johnny, completely unaware that what she though was a fantasy was actually a reality and if he was able to Johnny would have been quivering in fear and begging to be let go. However, if she knew it was really him that would more than likely be even worse for him.
“Anyways,” she said to the toy, “Its time for me to get back to grading these papers. Now since you made such a mess and got me so frustrated I think it’s only fair I give you a nice time out until we get home.”
Johnny didn’t yet know how a toy could get a time out but certainly knew he didn’t want to find out, especially knowing he would be going home with her and having just learned how much she couldn’t stand him. Forever motionless, he was helpless to do anything as he watched himself going back under the desk. This time as he got closer to the floor the stench of feet was much higher than the previous time. As he lowered her empty high heel came into view, giving him a pretty solid idea of where his time out was about to take place. He was looming about six feet above the heel portion when she let him go. He landed in the heel section, bounced, then slid down into the depths of the toe section.
Although he couldn’t move he could still smell, and being so tiny amplified the already horrible smelling shoes. Once again on his back he was forced to watch as her nylon clad foot drew rapidly closer as she put her shoe back on. This was the point where Johnny realized that his mouth was locked in an open position and the nylon that covered her foot also covered his face helping her sweat to travel down straight into his mouth and down his throat and there wasn’t a thing he could do to stop it. He didn’t know she had a condition that caused her to sweat more, but it didn’t take long for him to figure it out. Luckily for him the room was air conditioned, however she only had a few papers left to grade before she would be ready to go out into the hot summer air. She absolutely loved the feeling of playing with the tiny toy at her toes blissfully imagining that it was actually Johnny. She squeezed and mashed him with her toes, filling her hearts content.
Finally done with her work she packed up her stuff and headed out. Being that it was only summer school the day was only half over so she decided to go home, get changed, and make a quick trip to the gym. When the outside air hit she immediately started to sweat more. Conditions in her shoe became rapidly worse to Johnny who she still thought was a mere toy. To make matters worse, the air conditioner in her car didn’t work so her open windows that cooled her did nothing to cool her feet or lessen their sweating. By the time she got home she had to stop and dump the sweat out of her shoes before going inside, something she was very accustomed to doing, only this time she had to pick up the tiny toy that fell out when she did it.
For Johnny on the other hand this situation was much more than the slight inconvenience that it was to his teacher. For her she had to deal with the sweat sloshing around her feet, but for him he had to deal with her nylons holding him flat to the insole of her shoe, completely submerged for more than half the ride back to her house. Sweat just poured and poured into his open mouth and down into his gut, but not fast enough to get him uncovered. It wasn’t till she dumped out her shoe and he hit the ground that he was able to stop drinking the gallons of foot sweat she was forcing him to endure.
She picked him up off the ground and took him inside with her. She tossed him on the bed as she undressed and got changed for the gym. Finally he thought his luck was changing as he landed in a position that allowed him to watch his teacher get naked and give him a little show as she got changed. He didn’t realize his plight until she plucked him back off the bed and dropped him into her gym sock. He panicked. He wanted to scream, to try to claw his way out, but he was stuck, frozen in place, nothing more than a mere toy being played with. He watched in horror as her bare toes quickly descended upon him. Unwashed and smelling of death, he once again found himself at the mercy of her stench as she moved her sock around and adjusted him to he was trapped between her toes.
She kept her gym shoes in a shoe box to hold the smell in. They were over two years old and smelled unbelievably horrible but were in otherwise perfect condition. Being that she lived alone she didn’t really care about her stinky feet, having had her whole life to get used to and accept it. Johnny noticed immediately when she put her shoes on because although her feet were already hot and sweaty, these old shoes added an extra, old built-up kind of smell to his situation.
The gym was only about a mile from her house and she always made it a point to run to and from for a little extra exercise and today she had no intentions of changing that. In fact, having her little toy Johnny trapped between her toes made her even more ambitious for today’s run. As she started to run it only took a minute for her feet to heat up enough to start sweating enough again to start soaking through her socks and heating up and activating the dormant smell that lay stagnant in her insole from years of sweaty use. Within minutes her foot smelled a thousand times worse than it had trapped in her high heel and still there was nothing he could do to change his situation.
By the time she got to the gym sweat was squelching out of her insole with every step. The only advantage he had this time was that he wasn’t trapped under her sock, but being stuck between her toes still caused plenty of sweat to continuously pour down his throat again. Luckily the gym was air conditioned but it partially already way too late. The sweat already in her shoe was a lot and she still sweat a lot from being so active for her two hour work out.
The whole time she was working out she was thinking about the toy trapped in her toes. It felt weird at first, but after some time she started to get used to it and enjoyed thinking about how amazing it would be if her new toy was actually Johnny. She knew it wasn’t in any way possible, but there’s no harm in pretending. It’s not like she’s actually putting the real Johnny through this type of hell. This was just a toy and an active imagination making a simple situation highly enjoyable for her with no consequences to anyone. If only she knew…
She was so focused on her fantasies involving the toy in her shoe that she had lost track of time and her two hour work out turned into three. She only noticed because she was a lot more tired than usual. Normally after a work out she would take a quick shower at the gym and Uber home because it was close and cheap, but today she decided not to. Instead, with toy Johnny in mind she decided to skip the shower and walk home instead. The more she tortured this lifeless toy imagining her frustrating student the more she found herself getting slowly more and more turned on as she thought of what she was putting her knew toy through.
She got home and dumped her sweaty shoes again before going into the house and making her way back to her bedroom. She put her shoes back in their box and started to peel her sweat soaked socks off. She was pleased to see that when she took off her sock her little toy stayed stuck firmly between her toes. She sat down on her bed and placed her feet on a wooden chest she kept at the foot of her bed for spare blankets and started wiggling her toes until Johnny fell free and landed at her bare feet. He hit the chest and bounced and by the time he hit the ground for the second time her foot had once again descended upon him and slammed him fast in place.
She picked the ball of her foot back up and was pleased to see that her feet had cooled enough to make the sweat dry enough to be sticky, bringing the toy up with her foot. She grabbed her foot and pulled it up towards her face so she could see and revel in what she was doing to this toy. She was absolutely obsessed and in love with this new fantasy she was having. She never imagined she could have so much fun with a toy in her grown up life, yet here she was. She wanted this moment to last forever, and being as it was her first time, she wanted to celebrate by taking pictures to remember how much fun she had her first time playing with this tiny toy Johnny.
She plucked him off her feet, set her phone up on a stand to record and took a long video of her playing with her toy on the chest. She stepped on it repeatedly and ground it into the chest as hard as she could, finding herself getting more and more wet as she did. After making a nice long video she started snapping pictures in different poses. She took a picture of him pinched between her big toes, standing against her second toe, and so many more.
The whole time she was tormenting her toy, unknowing it was truly Johnny, he just laid still and could do nothing as she embarrassingly to videos and pictures of the plight she was putting him through. She relished in the thought of putting poor Johnny through Hell, unknowing that she was doing just that. Every time her foot crashed down on him, the sticky sweat would hold him in place as she brought her foot back up. When she started posing him on her feet he just wished he could cry in embarrassment, but all he could do was be the perfect prop for fulfilling her twisted fantasy. Finally she put down her phone, plucked him up and brought him up to her face. She was super turned on at this point. She closed her eyes, bit her lip, and took a deep breath.
“God I wish you were really him,” she said as she started to lower him down towards her waist line…
