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🕑 Added 2023-02-11 12:00:03 +0000 UTCI was so excited when I found out that Comic Con was coming to my city. I went dressed as Ant Man. I always thought it would be so cool to be able to shrink and grow at will. To be able to see the world from a whole new perspective would be so amazing! Anyways. I was walking around the convention when these two beautiful chicks dressed in full costume approached me. They told me how much they loved my costume and we got to talking. We ended up spending the rest of the day walking around together. When it was closing time, they invited me back to the one girls' place. I couldn't believe my luck and quickly hopped on the opportunity. So, we hopped on the subway and made our way back to the apartment of the girl who I found out was named Whitney. We got inside and Whitney said she had a fun surprise for me. She excused herself to her room and came back only moments later. She had a silly looking toy gun in her hand. She aimed it at me. "What if I told you I could use this to shrink you?" she asked. "Ooohh, go for it!" I said. "Sounds like fun!" Now, obviously I didn't expect anything to actually happen, but damn this chick was hot, so there was no way I wasn't about to play along. She pulled the trigger and I was in absolute shock when a bright beam blasted out and hit me in the chest. I shrank down in an instant to about six inches in height. I looked up at the two giant women standing over me. I was in awe at what I saw. They were so terrifyingly beautiful. I had always wanted to see the world from this perspective, but now that I was, I found it to be quite intimidating. I watched in curiosity as the girls took off their shoes. I wondered what they were up to, but quickly foun out. They both raised their feet above me, as though they were about to stomp on me. "Eww," Whitney said, "Look at that gross ant!" "Gross!" Her friend Emilia responded. "Let's crush him like the bug he it!" Next thing I knew the girls were taking turns stomping on me. When the first foot fell I was in absolute shock that I didn't immediately pop like a grape, and even more shocked as I survived stomp after stomp. I was being ground under one of their feet when I heard a phone go off. "Shit," Emelia said, "my brother crashed his bike and now he's in the hospital. I gotta go." "Oh my God," Whitney replied, "is he ok!?" "Yea, he's pretty banged up, but he'll be fine. But if I don't go now my parents will never let me hear the end of it." "Damn, ok. Well have a good night girl! At least what best you can, and I'll catch up with you later." "Enjoy your new toy!" "Oh you know I will! And don't worry, next one is all yours!" I felt footsteps walking away and the foot on top of me raised off to let me see it was Whitney who had gotten in the final stomp. The door closed behind Emilia and Whitney walked off to her room, leaving me there in the middle of the floor. She went into her room and I quickly scrambled to my feet, looking for an exit or good hiding spot. Under the couch? I was still to big to go under the door.. I started to sprint towards the couch. I wasn't even half way there when she reemerged from her room. She laughed. "Do you really think you ever stand a chance of getting away?" She asked. "You're screwed dude, just accept it. I own you know. But hey, think on the bright side, at least now you get to experience your biggest dream! Only, something tells me you're not going to like this experience anywhere near as much as I will!" She sat down, putting her feet right next to me. At my small size I could see every speck of dirt and filth on her soles. As beautiful as she was, looking at her feet was disgustingly nauseating. "Lick them!" She commanded. She pushed them closer. In response, I pushed back. The smell alone was enough to kill a man, there was no way I was about to find out what that tasted like. Next thing I knew her feet dropped around me, forcing me down onto my back. I was completely surrounded by her feet and their awful smell now. She picked me up with her toes and dropped me into an old dirty sock. The smell inside the sock was just as bad, if not worse, than her feet currently was. Seconds later her foot came barreling in. I only had a second to look at her stubby little toes before they overwhelmed me and I became smothered by her sole and toes. She pulled tightly on her sock and laughed. I felt myself being held in the air. "Fuck you," she said, "you pathetic little bug man." If you don't want to lick my feet I guess I'll just have to give you a time out. How long should I leave you in my sock? Hmm? One wee? Two? A whole month!? I guess we'll just have to take our time and find out.." I didn't like what I was hearing. How could this really be happening? Shrinking technology didn't exist, so how did she have a shrink ray!? As the days passed on her foot sweat profusely and soaked into the sock and her shoes which she only took off to go to bed. I began to wish for death when she finally pulled her sock off and released me. She peeled me off her sweat soaked foot and dropped me carelessly onto the bed. Without wasting any time, she slammed her feet together, trapping me in between them. She used one foot to grind me into the other and the only thing I could do was cling to her big toe in hopes of not getting my face crushed. She moaned in pleasure as she ground me in harder and harder. Finally she released me and I dropped onto the bed. She spread her legs, and as I looked up and saw her once again pointing her shrink ray at me. Before I even had a chance to react, she blasted me. Now I found myself smaller than ever. She plucked me up and wedged me in between her toes. They were hot, sweaty, and covered in toe jam. I felt myself being engulfed by all these nasty aspects of my new environment. She squeezed me tightly several times, giggling as she did so. Then she once again peeled me free. This time she used her thumb to hold my legs in place against her index finger. She then took my tiny exposed upper half and started to drag me through her toe jam filled toes one by one. The way she ground me back and forth forced my mouth open for a vast majority of the experience, causing me to ingest a shit on sweat and toe jam. I wished for death, but would find no such luck. Once she used me to thoroughly clean all of her toes, she set me down and aimed her shrink gun at me once more. "Please!" I cried out. "Don't make me any smaller." "I can't hear you bug," she responded, " But don't worry, I'm making you just a hair bigger." She blasted me and I grew ever so slightly. She picked me up and dropped me back in her filthy, several week old sock. Again I could do nothing as her foot occupied what little space I had. "I had to make sure you were big enough that I could still feel you and your pathetic existence!" She said. I felt her raise her foot high into the air. Not long after I heard her moaning in pleasure. It took me a minute to realize what was going on, but then it finally hit me. She was getting herself off to the fact that she had my bug like self trapped in her sock. She was going through an intense power trip as she controlled every aspect of my life, forcing me to endure nightmarish things most people would never even think of. For months to come she left me trapped in that sock. Every time she showered she would drop me back into her sock and ball it up before stuffing it deep into her shoe, ensuring I wasn't going anywhere. Once out of the shower she would immediately put her socks back on, feet extra hot from her shower. The day she finally released me from my cotton and flesh prison I looked around to see that it was no longer spring, but rather coming up on Christmas time. "It's been a long time bug," she said to me. "I think at this point you should be broken enough or at the very least smart enough to know that following my every command is in your best interest. That being said, it's almost Christmas, and in my sweet loving nature, I've decided to let you grow a little." She took aim with her shrink ray, and seconds later I found myself back to my original, action figure shrunken size. "Now be a good boy and show your appreciation by licking my beautiful feet clean!" Although her feet didn't look super dirty it had been over a week since she washed them, and months since she washed those God forsaken socks! I hesitated, but only for a second. I quickly snapped to and made sure to do my best to keep her happy. I had just lost months to nothing but the ever growing smell of her foot, getting crushed under it all day every day. In those times I often begged for death. Now in a position to prevent that from happening again I made sure to lick her feet, and made it look as though I was eager to do so. Whether I like it or not, it was my job to constantly please my goddess. Her happiness was now the only thing that mattered in my life. It only took a few more months of cleaning her feet with my tongue before I found myself completely broken. I began to enjoy the nasty taste of her foot grime and craved to be crushed beneath her amazing foot on a regular basis. I became obsessed with he foot, because at the end of the day it was all I had. It was that or suffer, forever. It was better to love my master than to loathe my life. Now I am her devoted servant until she's had enough and decides to dispose of me...
