In his shoe
Tiny Way to Die
chapter 12
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copier
· original author:
hieverysomeone
You look at your mom's boobs again, jiggling with every movement she made, they were so big that you could faintly hear a groan coming from her bra that was barely containing her gargantuan mammaries. You thought it would be unsafe for you to travel in them, as there was a high chance of you falling out. You look towards her bare feet, they were quite small. If you had to guess, you would say that her big toe was slightly smaller than your head, and your body was just smaller than her entire foot, meaning that if you were to travel in her shoe, her steps would not hurt you too much. Your mom also had a natural good foot scent, plus she constantly adds her fruity foot lotion, so the smell wouldn't be too bad despite her forgetting to wash them today. You had made your decision. "I would like to go in your shoe, I think it'd be safer for me" "Okay honey, if you think it's for the best" your mother said before stopping abruptly. "Wait, you can't go in my shoe actually, because I am wearing high heels, they would cause me to put too much pressure on you, maybe we can think of another place" she informed thoughtfully. You sighed, now you had to think of a new place. You look up and down your mother's gorgeous body, trying to find a place for you to travel in. Your eyes landed on her panties. Maybe you could travel in there. You quickly dimissed the idea though, if you travelled in the front of her underwear, then her pussy would probably suck you up and this size, and if you travelled in the back of her panties, then you would most likely get swallowed up by her gigantic ass when she sat down. You were about to suggest that you just test your luck and travel between her tits, but your mother beat you to it and suggested another idea. "How about you travel in your father's shoe." Your eyes widen drastically. You look at your father, staring at his face before slowly going down his god-like body. You assessed his handsome face, then his huge muscular pecs that you could probably be crushed between, then his obviously larger than average bulge hidden behind his underwear while also catching a glimpse of his large hairy thighs complimented by his huge muscular ass that could probably have filled your entire lap when you were normal sized, then you reached his feet. His feet seemed to be the only ungodly aspect of his body. While they were huge size 16's (proportional to his 6'6 height), they seemed to have not been washed in weeks, and to your sharp eyes, you could see a ton of oozing toe jam smeared between his huge thick toes, his abundant amount of sweat all over the sole and and his juicy toes, specks, or to you, handfuls of lint, grime and dirt that caked his feet and a faint yellowish tint to them that promised a terrible cheesy smell. You then observed the shoes he was traveling with, they were the shoes he was traveling in. The insole was caked with dirt, dried sweat and toe jam smeared all over; they were the worn out shoes he always used and never washed. You remembered when you were 12, you were running in the house, when you suddenly tripped and fell, unfortunately making your face land in the opening of your fathers shoe, the smell of his sour, toxic, cheesy feet assaulted you making you throw up into the shoe. Your father then came a minute later and put the shoes on with your vomit still in them. He didn't notice the vomit at all and continued to leave the house. His shoes were always full of sweat, that he subconsciously thought that your vomit was sweat. He still doesn't know what happened to this day. Your father also has the most insensitive sole in the world. When you were 5 years old, he told you to tap on his foot so that he could wake up. When the time came, you tapped his sole, and he didn't react at all, you started hitting it with a bit more force and he still didn't feel it. You then started punching it with considerable force, and still nothing. You then punched his sole with all your might and managed only a twitch of his toe. You kept desperately trying until he woke up on his own. However, when he awoke, he didn't see your small 5 year old form over his giant feet, making him leave the room without ever seeing you. You just collapsed onto the floor and slept your overworked arms away. Just by looking at his feet, it brought back bad memories. If just the smell of his shoe when you were normal sized, made you throw up, and punching his foot caused no reaction, then you felt like the last place you wanted to be was a the bottom of his dirty, insensitive, sweaty, cheesy, sole. You were about to protest when your father spoke up. "I haven't washed my feet today either, but it doesn't smell too bad to me, and it is the only safe place at the moment". You realized that his foot must look manageable to your normal sized father and mother, but to your shrunken form, YOUS aw it for what is truly was. You looked at your mom, then your dad, then his feet, then his shoes, truly seeing no other option, nodded reluctantly.
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