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Cheaters Remorse
🕑 Added 2023-01-23 00:31:07 +0000 UTCIt had been a long day at work and I was so glad to finally get home. I walked in to my bedroom and saw my wife standing there with a stack of papers, and she looked absolutely pissed. She tossed the papers onto the bed in front of me. Once I had a clear look, I knew exactly what I was looking at, and also that I was screwed. She had gotten into my email and printed out all the conversations that I had been having with the woman I was cheating on her with. I looked up at my wife, but before I could say anything, she blasted me with a shrink ray and watched me quickly dwindle down to nothing. She came around the bed and stood above me. "Look at you now," she said. "Nothing but a pathetic little bug. You know what? It really suits you, you conniving little shit! And after reading all those messages, you absolutely deserve this. Time to crush you like the bug you are!" She raised her foot high above me and slammed it down on me as hard as she could. She picked it up again and just kept stomping on me, over and over. The pain was excruciating, and the smell indescribable, and I was surprised I wasn't dead. Finally she stopped stomping and started to grind me into the carpet with her foot. When she finally picked her foot up, I was still very much alive, but stuck fast to the ball of her foot. The smell was dreadful and I tried to break myself free but my struggles were useless. She laughed as she peeled me off. "Don't worry about dying," she said, "one of the side effects of shrinking is invulnerability. What you should be worried about is the fact that you can't die. All things I'm going to do to you will have you begging for death! But you'll never get it, all you'll get is the endless torment I provide your cheating ass!" She sat down on the foot of the bed and picked up a dirty sock. When I saw the sock my blood ran cold. You see, my wife is an online foot model who sells used socks, and some guy paid extra for her to wear only these socks for two months without cleaning them. It was nearing the end of that two months and I've been making her keep her slippers on so I don't have to smell it, well, as much. The smell was so strong that the slippers couldn't contain all of it, but it kept the smell from being full force and overwhelming. The last time I was around and she took her slipper off I was gagging from the smell and I was on the complete other side of the room. Holding me by the hand, she started to slowly lower me into her sock. I cried, begged, and pleaded not to be put in there which only lead to more laughter. Once I was most of the way in she let go and I fell to the bottom. The air was thick and suffocating and to my horror, I looked up and saw her toes entering the sock and coming down upon me. She intentionally went slow and I instinctively tried fighting her toes away as I ran out of space. She finished pulling her sock on and her toes were digging into my stomach. She pulled on the toe section and adjusted me until I was stuck firmly under the ball of her foot. She put her foot down on the chest at the foot of the bed and started grinding it down. Afterwards, she climbed back into bed and turned on the tv. "Man," she said, "These socks smell absolutely terrible! Don't worry dear, I know you prefer me to wear my slippers with these socks, so I'll go ahead and do that. I tried to fight, but it was useless. I was hopelessly trapped underfoot. With every step she took on the way to collect her slippers she made sure to grind me into the ground a little. The second she slid her foot in to the slippers, the horrid smell increased exponentially! She walked back to the bed, still grinding me under every step, climbed in and kicked back. I wanted nothing more than to be free of the smell, but after just a few minutes the heat started to rise in the slipper and I could feel her foot starting to perspire. I couldn't move to stop her sweat from going into my face. It burned my eyes, and when I open my mouth to scream out in pain, it was immediately filled with her sweat. As the heat continued to rise her foot sweat heavier and heavier. The smell kept growing in intensity with every second, making it impossible for my nose to adapt to the smell and tune it out. Now I fully understood what she meant when she said I would with for death. I had never experienced anything more torturous in my life! Between the heat left off by her foot and the salty sweat covering every inch of my body, it felt as though my whole body was on fire. Her sock got so soaked with sweat that I was no longer able to breath air, but instead I was breathing in her sweat. There was nothing I could do to escape the sweat. I hoped and prayed she would let me out soon. The night was still early and she hadn't even finished a half hour show. Time slowly dredged on, every minute feeling like an eternity, I had truly learned my lesson. Now I just needed her to grow me back so I could prove to her that I would never cheat again. Eventually she got up and started walking again, still grinding her foot with every step. When she stopped some of the pressure lifted and I knew she had to have sat down. Not long later I heard the sound of the toilet flushing. I knew this meant she was now getting ready for bed. Finally! I knew I would be to some extent of freed, even if forced to stay in the sock and stuffed in her slipper, at least I knew I wouldn't be forced to endure her profusely sweating foot anymore. She never sleeps with sock on, especially when she has to wear slippers over them. Now I just had to wait for the to finish flossing and brushing her teeth, something she made sure to take her time and be thorough with. Again, a matter of minutes felt like a lifetime, but she once again started to move. I felt a ball of excitement building within me. This was it, finally some sort of reprieve. To my utter horror I could feel myself lift up and when she stopped moving, I was no longer under her foot, I was on top of it. I knew she had laid down on her stomach, a sure sign she was going to bed. She always slept on her stomach, meaning that tonight she must have every intention of sleeping in her socks and slippers. She was willing to be uncomfortable to leave me in an absolute constant state of Hell. At this point I felt like I had just as much sweat inside me as I did around me. I had swallowed and breathed in so much it all felt like a part of me. I no longer felt human, but much closer to a piece of living toe jam. And if that's how I felt after a couple hours, I could only imagine what it would feel like being trapped in her for hours on end as she sleeps, especially because she has off tomorrow and loves to sleep in. I was fucked. There was no two ways about it, and there was nothing I could do to stop it. No hope of this ending any sooner that late morning time. The worst part was sleep was not an option for me. The sweat burned my flesh and assaulted all my senses and just continued to get worse and worse with each passing second. As I prayed she would wake up in a better mood, I couldn't help but to think about how I brought all this onto myself. I never should've cheated. It was hands down the worst decision of my life. I hope she lets me tell her that....
To be continued...
