A Mile in Kim’s Shoe
My Shrunken Life (Re-Upload)
chapter 7
by
Bobob1
As Kim’s foot was pulled from the shoe, you looked up in hope, desperately eager to see your new friend’s eyes peering in at you. But all you saw was darkness and the lingering shadow of the Asian girl’s foot as she took a moment to rub out the irritation on her sole with long delicate fingers. With a soft hum of relief she began to return her foot to the shoe, heedless of your defenceless form.
If she’d given you just a bit longer your lungs may have inflated enough to call out, to maybe get her attention. If she waited just a bit longer again your limbs may have reformed enough to crawl towards the edge of her sneakers, to wave your arms and hopefully draw her gaze. Really, a lot of things could have happened if Kim had waited just a bit longer. But she wanted to run the mile, and the gym teacher was already calling everyone to gather up, so she quickly shoved her foot back into her shoe, pushing it in all the way and tying to laces before springing back to her feet.
You of course were trapped once again between the heavily worn insole and the already moist sock wrapped around Kim’s heavy foot. As she strode back towards the starting line the majority of your body was flattened beneath the ball of her foot, reduced almost instantaneously to a two-dimensional smear, while your head had the misfortune of being crammed into the gap between her foot and toes, mercilessly ground together with the sock fabric beneath the massive digits. After just a few steps you were already crushed worse than you had been before Kim removed her shoe, though apparently not so much as to be completely undetectable.
High above, your housemate frowned at the lingering irritation beneath her right foot, wondering if she had missed something in her shoe the first time. It was too late for her to check again now though, so, much to your misfortune, she decided that the best course of action would be to stomp it out. At first the feeling of her foot rising seemed like just another step but the sensation lasted longer than usual and the usual feeling of being carried forward was absent. Then you and the foot above accelerated towards the ground with shocking speed and force, leading to an impact that felt like your body was going to explode under the pressure. Worse the toes around your head clamped down with the impact, nearly fusing your face to the sweaty fabric of the socks. This process repeated several more times, each time flattening you even more, before the giant Asian finally felt you had been flattened enough and lined up for the big race.
If there was any power left in your body you would have moved, twitched, bitten, anything to convince Kim to take a second look at the irritation in her shoe. But it was all for naught as a loud whistle pierced the ear, audible even to your tiny ears and the foot above you exploded into motion, moving quickly through the air and coming down with greater force than an ordinary footstep. The pressure on your body only multiplied as all of your captor’s weight pressed down on the ball of her foot, and you, as she pushed herself forward, only to repeat the process all over again.
Kim picked up speed quickly as she hurtled down the track, keen to test herself against her new classmates as she swiftly moved to join the leading runners. Any lingering irritation under her feet was far from her mind as she focused all her attention on the path ahead, her powerful strides crushing you over and over again and she reached the first corner. The sudden exertion was only making the heat and smell in her shoe worse, as her pores opened and released a fresh torrent of sweat. By the time she had run a quarter-mile you were basically drowning in sweat and surrounded with the noxious fumes of her foot stench. Each footfall ironed the sweat and the stench directly into your body, to the extent you were no longer sure if you’d ever be clean again.
At the half-way point the pounding became even faster as Kim picked up the pace, seeking to claim first place as she started to close the gap between herself and the few girls that remained in front. You could now feel your flattened body really starting to stick to the sweaty fabric of the giant girl’s socks. Yet simultaneously you could feel yourself adhering to the insole of the sneaker, the small gap between the foot and sole at the height of Kim’s stride seeing your squished body stretched painfully between both surfaces. On more than a few occasions it felt like you were going to peel off from one surface or the other only to have the foot slam back down in the next instant and send you back to square one.
Still completely unaware of your torment, Kim rounded the last corner in second place, panting with exhaustion and staggering slightly at the point of collapse as she pushed her body forward. One final burst of speed saw her pass her opponent at the last possible moment and clinch the victory, and left her with just enough energy to stumble over to the nearest bench and collapse. She was sweating like a pig and her feet were killing her in the too tight sneakers, but she had won.
For you, the end of the run brought equal parts relief and terror. On the one hand you were happy beyond belief that the endless torment of being crushed had finally ended. But on the other that last sprint had done nothing to alleviate your current situation of being stuck both to a sock and an insole, soaked in sweat and stench and innumerable terrible things. It felt as if you would be stuck here forever, never again to see the sun or your family, or your girlfriend, or anything other than Kim’s foot. As the foot above you began to shift you knew that the next few moments would determine the course of your life from here on, at least for the foreseeable future.
Finally having caught her breath, Kim was now reaching down to remove her sneakers and give her steaming feet a much needed chance to breath, and a well-deserved massage to remove the lingering soreness. But as she pulls her soaking wet feet from the tortured shoes, what happens to your thoroughly squished body?
If she’d given you just a bit longer your lungs may have inflated enough to call out, to maybe get her attention. If she waited just a bit longer again your limbs may have reformed enough to crawl towards the edge of her sneakers, to wave your arms and hopefully draw her gaze. Really, a lot of things could have happened if Kim had waited just a bit longer. But she wanted to run the mile, and the gym teacher was already calling everyone to gather up, so she quickly shoved her foot back into her shoe, pushing it in all the way and tying to laces before springing back to her feet.
You of course were trapped once again between the heavily worn insole and the already moist sock wrapped around Kim’s heavy foot. As she strode back towards the starting line the majority of your body was flattened beneath the ball of her foot, reduced almost instantaneously to a two-dimensional smear, while your head had the misfortune of being crammed into the gap between her foot and toes, mercilessly ground together with the sock fabric beneath the massive digits. After just a few steps you were already crushed worse than you had been before Kim removed her shoe, though apparently not so much as to be completely undetectable.
High above, your housemate frowned at the lingering irritation beneath her right foot, wondering if she had missed something in her shoe the first time. It was too late for her to check again now though, so, much to your misfortune, she decided that the best course of action would be to stomp it out. At first the feeling of her foot rising seemed like just another step but the sensation lasted longer than usual and the usual feeling of being carried forward was absent. Then you and the foot above accelerated towards the ground with shocking speed and force, leading to an impact that felt like your body was going to explode under the pressure. Worse the toes around your head clamped down with the impact, nearly fusing your face to the sweaty fabric of the socks. This process repeated several more times, each time flattening you even more, before the giant Asian finally felt you had been flattened enough and lined up for the big race.
If there was any power left in your body you would have moved, twitched, bitten, anything to convince Kim to take a second look at the irritation in her shoe. But it was all for naught as a loud whistle pierced the ear, audible even to your tiny ears and the foot above you exploded into motion, moving quickly through the air and coming down with greater force than an ordinary footstep. The pressure on your body only multiplied as all of your captor’s weight pressed down on the ball of her foot, and you, as she pushed herself forward, only to repeat the process all over again.
Kim picked up speed quickly as she hurtled down the track, keen to test herself against her new classmates as she swiftly moved to join the leading runners. Any lingering irritation under her feet was far from her mind as she focused all her attention on the path ahead, her powerful strides crushing you over and over again and she reached the first corner. The sudden exertion was only making the heat and smell in her shoe worse, as her pores opened and released a fresh torrent of sweat. By the time she had run a quarter-mile you were basically drowning in sweat and surrounded with the noxious fumes of her foot stench. Each footfall ironed the sweat and the stench directly into your body, to the extent you were no longer sure if you’d ever be clean again.
At the half-way point the pounding became even faster as Kim picked up the pace, seeking to claim first place as she started to close the gap between herself and the few girls that remained in front. You could now feel your flattened body really starting to stick to the sweaty fabric of the giant girl’s socks. Yet simultaneously you could feel yourself adhering to the insole of the sneaker, the small gap between the foot and sole at the height of Kim’s stride seeing your squished body stretched painfully between both surfaces. On more than a few occasions it felt like you were going to peel off from one surface or the other only to have the foot slam back down in the next instant and send you back to square one.
Still completely unaware of your torment, Kim rounded the last corner in second place, panting with exhaustion and staggering slightly at the point of collapse as she pushed her body forward. One final burst of speed saw her pass her opponent at the last possible moment and clinch the victory, and left her with just enough energy to stumble over to the nearest bench and collapse. She was sweating like a pig and her feet were killing her in the too tight sneakers, but she had won.
For you, the end of the run brought equal parts relief and terror. On the one hand you were happy beyond belief that the endless torment of being crushed had finally ended. But on the other that last sprint had done nothing to alleviate your current situation of being stuck both to a sock and an insole, soaked in sweat and stench and innumerable terrible things. It felt as if you would be stuck here forever, never again to see the sun or your family, or your girlfriend, or anything other than Kim’s foot. As the foot above you began to shift you knew that the next few moments would determine the course of your life from here on, at least for the foreseeable future.
Finally having caught her breath, Kim was now reaching down to remove her sneakers and give her steaming feet a much needed chance to breath, and a well-deserved massage to remove the lingering soreness. But as she pulls her soaking wet feet from the tortured shoes, what happens to your thoroughly squished body?
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April 23, 2025
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