Between a Foot and a Soaked Place
My Shrunken Life (Re-Upload)
chapter 9
by
Bobob1
Kim frowned as she looked down at the inverted words on the side of her sock, her eyes passing over your crushed body without recognition. If the words were like that then that meant… “Oh, that makes sense. This one is inside out.'? Now she understood where the irritation on her right foot had come from. She’d put the sock on inside out so the seams that should have been on the outside must have been rubbing against her foot as she ran, the unnatural sensation irritating her skin. The seventeen year old felt foolish for her mistake but was glad it was something so easily fixed.
With your head still stuck between the toes you couldn’t really hear what Kim was saying but you certainly felt it when you were suddenly ripped from your prisoner in a single blur of movement. Thinking that the girl had seen you your heart leaped with joy, waiting to be turned around, only for your heart to plunge as you belatedly realised that you were still stuck face-first to the sock. Your stomach flipped as your entire world flipped upside down and you found yourself suddenly plunged into shadows and surrounded from every side with the overwhelming scent of Kim’s feet. With no idea what was happening, your only warning was a sudden rise in the ambient heat before the full weight of your housemate’s foot fell upon you, the moist sole pressing down on you and lathering you completely with its sweat before driving you down into the abyss of the waiting shoe below.
High above, Kim winced at the wet feeling of her fingers as they came into direct contact with what had previously been the inside of her socks. Just the brief moment her sock had been off had released a wave of foot stench that had made even her lightheaded and she was all too happy to seal that pungent combination into the depths of her shoe, stomping it on heavily as she rose to her feet. Wiping her fingers off on her shirt she headed back towards the coach.
Face first into the sock and the insole below, you found yourself once again subject to the crushing force of Kim’s footsteps as she strode across the field. Yet now your situation was even worse than before, trapped as you were between the toxic sock and the still sweating sole above, sandwiched tightly by the wet fabric. The adhesive force alone was enough to prevent you from reforming, even without the endless footfalls pressing you deeper into the sole. Stale sweat was squeezed out from the insole as the pressure and smell rose steadily, embracing you like an old friend.
If there was any salvation to be had it was that the rest of the gym class was less intensive than the jog, most of the girls being far too tired to engage in any strenuous exercises. You were still smashed and smeared as Kim did her stretches but at least the frantic pounding from before did not return. By the time the class had ended you were once again torn between two surfaces, partially adhered to the sock and partially to the slowly drying sweat of the sole, and it appeared you would be remaining in that embrace for some time as Kim switched her shoes without changing socks, content to squelch around all day to avoid any more exposure to her own foot stench.
As the Asian girl sat for her next class you were given some small relief, only to have that relief shattered as her fidgeting toes started to pick at you with curiousity. Paying attention to the lesson, your housemate had subconsciously identified your flattened body as a stray bit of fabric or grime and her dexterous digits picked at you eagerly as she focused on taking notes. While the seal between your face and the sock had seemed unbreakable from your perspective, it was nothing at all to her toes as they eagerly scrapped your head free from the fabric and claimed it for their own.
By the time the class ended, you head was totally surrounded by the moist flesh of Kim’s toes, your neck stretched painfully as the rest of your body remained stuck to the sock and sole. Having not seen you since that encounter in the hallway, the giant girl was starting to worry you may have gotten lost or worse, and her nervousness was only making her toes fidget more as they started to drag your shoulders in as well. The grime and sweat of her digits was now being forced directly down your throat, not to mention soaking into every other opening of your face. To you this was hell, but to her you were only a stray bit of grime, nothing more than an insignificant plaything for her toes.
This torment continued for the rest of the school day, as more and more of your body was slowly peeled from the sock and crammed into the greedy crevices of the Asian girl’s toes. And it only got worse as Kim sat on the bus going home, nervously explaining to Claire that she hadn’t seen you since her confrontation with Victoria. Her nervousness only made the fidgeting worse, her toes threatening to pull you completely into their embrace as they dragged your flat body inexorably across her sticky soles, lubricated by yet another fresh wave of nervous sweat.
You knew that sooner or later Kim would have to remove her socks, and that that would be your best chance of salvation from this living hell. But that was only if your housemate’s toes didn’t hide you first, and even if they didn’t there was no way to know if you’d end up stuck to the sock or sole.
With your head still stuck between the toes you couldn’t really hear what Kim was saying but you certainly felt it when you were suddenly ripped from your prisoner in a single blur of movement. Thinking that the girl had seen you your heart leaped with joy, waiting to be turned around, only for your heart to plunge as you belatedly realised that you were still stuck face-first to the sock. Your stomach flipped as your entire world flipped upside down and you found yourself suddenly plunged into shadows and surrounded from every side with the overwhelming scent of Kim’s feet. With no idea what was happening, your only warning was a sudden rise in the ambient heat before the full weight of your housemate’s foot fell upon you, the moist sole pressing down on you and lathering you completely with its sweat before driving you down into the abyss of the waiting shoe below.
High above, Kim winced at the wet feeling of her fingers as they came into direct contact with what had previously been the inside of her socks. Just the brief moment her sock had been off had released a wave of foot stench that had made even her lightheaded and she was all too happy to seal that pungent combination into the depths of her shoe, stomping it on heavily as she rose to her feet. Wiping her fingers off on her shirt she headed back towards the coach.
Face first into the sock and the insole below, you found yourself once again subject to the crushing force of Kim’s footsteps as she strode across the field. Yet now your situation was even worse than before, trapped as you were between the toxic sock and the still sweating sole above, sandwiched tightly by the wet fabric. The adhesive force alone was enough to prevent you from reforming, even without the endless footfalls pressing you deeper into the sole. Stale sweat was squeezed out from the insole as the pressure and smell rose steadily, embracing you like an old friend.
If there was any salvation to be had it was that the rest of the gym class was less intensive than the jog, most of the girls being far too tired to engage in any strenuous exercises. You were still smashed and smeared as Kim did her stretches but at least the frantic pounding from before did not return. By the time the class had ended you were once again torn between two surfaces, partially adhered to the sock and partially to the slowly drying sweat of the sole, and it appeared you would be remaining in that embrace for some time as Kim switched her shoes without changing socks, content to squelch around all day to avoid any more exposure to her own foot stench.
As the Asian girl sat for her next class you were given some small relief, only to have that relief shattered as her fidgeting toes started to pick at you with curiousity. Paying attention to the lesson, your housemate had subconsciously identified your flattened body as a stray bit of fabric or grime and her dexterous digits picked at you eagerly as she focused on taking notes. While the seal between your face and the sock had seemed unbreakable from your perspective, it was nothing at all to her toes as they eagerly scrapped your head free from the fabric and claimed it for their own.
By the time the class ended, you head was totally surrounded by the moist flesh of Kim’s toes, your neck stretched painfully as the rest of your body remained stuck to the sock and sole. Having not seen you since that encounter in the hallway, the giant girl was starting to worry you may have gotten lost or worse, and her nervousness was only making her toes fidget more as they started to drag your shoulders in as well. The grime and sweat of her digits was now being forced directly down your throat, not to mention soaking into every other opening of your face. To you this was hell, but to her you were only a stray bit of grime, nothing more than an insignificant plaything for her toes.
This torment continued for the rest of the school day, as more and more of your body was slowly peeled from the sock and crammed into the greedy crevices of the Asian girl’s toes. And it only got worse as Kim sat on the bus going home, nervously explaining to Claire that she hadn’t seen you since her confrontation with Victoria. Her nervousness only made the fidgeting worse, her toes threatening to pull you completely into their embrace as they dragged your flat body inexorably across her sticky soles, lubricated by yet another fresh wave of nervous sweat.
You knew that sooner or later Kim would have to remove her socks, and that that would be your best chance of salvation from this living hell. But that was only if your housemate’s toes didn’t hide you first, and even if they didn’t there was no way to know if you’d end up stuck to the sock or sole.
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April 23, 2025
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