Crime Doesn't Pay

I never knew why, but ever since I was a child, I was always drawn to the thrill of steeling. Not that I needed to for survival, but most likely just the fact that it was forbidden, and a good challenge was something that I never turned down. Never really did I take anything of great value, pens, pencils, CDs, movies. As I got older it got progressively worse, my targets moved up to items like TVs, computers, and stereos. Well, deep down I knew it was wrong but something compelled me to do it, the adrenaline rush I guess.
I should have stopped there, but didn’t. One day, I thought about it and felt the urge to steel a car. It was wrong yes, but imagine how thrilling it would be to pull it off, knowing that at any moment you might get caught. One night, I found my prize, a hot red little sports car sitting in a parking lot only about 10 minutes from my house. I had been checking in on how to do this, but had never tried before. It was surprisingly easy, I popped the lock, opened the door, and went to work on hotwiring it. Just as the engine turned over I heard a yell, “HEY, THAT BASTARD’S STEALING MY CAR!” I had been caught by the owner as he came back out to put his things in the trunk. Panicking, I floored it and took off. I had done it, it was so thrilling, it was fun. Just as that thought ran through my mind I saw flashing lights behind me and a siren. My blood went cold, I’d been caught. The owned of the car must have called fast. Pulling over, I hung my head and waited.
The officer came over, I looked up at him. My jaw almost dropped, he was the perfect male specimen, about 6’4”, a chiseled jaw, deep brown eyes, buzzed hair, a big chest, and arms that looked like tanks. Before I could say anything he put his hand on his gun and yelled for me to get out of the car, and lay on the ground with my hands behind my back. Opening the door I did as I was told. I remember too, that as I lay on the ground while he cuffed me, I noticed his feet, they were huge. Not that I ever really had a thing for feet, but I just remembered told old myth about guys with big feet. After I was cuffed he stood me up and took my information down. Then put me in the back of the car and took me off to the station where I was booked, and waited for trial.
A few days went buy and I arrived in court, the charge of grand theft auto was being pressed against me by the owner of the car. I knew with all the evidence that there was no way that I could argue my innocence, my actions had finally caught up. In hopes for a lenient sentence, I pled guilty. It worked, or so I thought.
At the sentencing where I would be told my punishment I was taking from the court into a small room with the judge. He informed me that since I pled guilty, that he would give me a choice. Either to serve 1 year in prison, OR to volunteer to participate in a new experimental form of rehab outside the jail, since it was becoming overcrowded, if I chose the new rehab, my sentence would be decreased to only 1 month. Without even asking any questions I agreed to volunteer for the experimental method. Apparently I was the first to undergo this system, but that was as much as they would tell me for the time being, after being sentenced I was escorted back to my cell where I was to wait 3 days before the beginning of the punishment for my crime. I wasn’t scared, it was only for a month, how bad could it be? Little did I know, I was in for one month of hell, and fascination.
The day arrived when I was to serve my sentence. I was taken from my cell and taken into a room where I was stripped of all my clothes. I was a little nervous, both from standing there naked, as well as wondering why they had to take all my clothes. Then two guards escorted me into another room where I was sat in a chair and my arm was strapped down. A doctor walked over to me with a needle and gave me an injection, I yelled. That’s when I became truly scared, began pleading, asking what they were going to do with me. The doctor said he didn’t know, and was only informed to give me the injection. Then I was taken into another room where there was the judge who had offered for me to undergo this, as well as the officer who arrested me, the one who made me weak in the knees. In the room was also a small chamber, it looked like a gas chamber, I began shaking, yelling, “oh my God, you’re going to kill me, aren’t you!”
“No, no, no!” the judge replied, “On the contrary you’ll be far from dead, but you’ll probably wish you were.” He then pointed to the cop who arrested me and introduced him, “This is Officer Anthony, he agreed to be the one to be your caretaker for your rehab. You can call him Tony but it won’t matter because he won’t be able to answer you once your punishment begins.” Tony just looked over at me and gave me an evil grin. Unable to move under my own power I was dragged into the chamber and thrown on the ground.
I cried out, “this is illegal, you can’t treat someone like this!”
Just then the judge walked in and looked down at me, “oh no, well no one else even knows this is going on! Besides, you don’t even know what’s going to happen, so why are you so upset?”
Both angry and terrified I looked at him and asked, “Then will you tell me what I’ve gotten myself into?”
My heart sank as he told me what was about to happen, “You see, society is sick of people like you, causing havoc, destroying property, messing with peoples lives. And the prison system just simply isn’t big enough or funded enough to take care of you all. So you see, what we have here is an experiment, to put you somewhere where you cant bother anyone, u wont require any jail space, or even need to use food or water. This chamber you’re in is a prototype, it’s designed to shrink things. Funny side effect we found in our trials though is that, once shrunken, the metabolism changes so you’re bodily functions cease, you wont need to eat, drink, or relieve yourself. Although you may find the urge to eat and drink out of habit, but your health wont depend on it. Also, at the diminished size your matter is so tightly compressed that you’re practically indestructible.”
“What!” I said in disbelief. “Even if this were possible, what would u do with a shrunken man!”
The judge continued, “Well, so that you’re not a bother to us while you serve your punishment, were going to shrink u to about 1 millimeter. No of course since Officer Tony can’t take care of someone so small he cant really even see them, we decided we better place you on him, somewhere safe, where you wont get lost.
But we didn’t want to put you somewhere on his body where he knows you’ll be ease dropping on his life, so we thought and thought, and figured it out. A safe place you for you to live one month without affecting his life, where you’ll be out of the way, and perhaps at times even be forgotten about, his foot! We’re going to shrink you down so small, no one will even be able to tell you’re there, not even him. He’ll know you are, but its unlikely he’ll be able to feel you.”
At this point I was sickened at the thought, also part of me didn’t believe it was possible.
“That shot we just gave you just contained a chemical that allows us to locate u. So Tony can monitor you during the next month, and when it’s over and time to retrieve you.” Looking over his shoulder at the clock, and finished “well, its time hope you’re ready…oh and when he showers, might I recommend finding a safe spot, we aren’t responsible if you get washed away.”
I still didn’t believe a word of it as he stood up and walked out, as I stood up the door was closed and latched. I walked up to the small glass window in the door and looked out. Officer Tony was sitting on a table taking his left shoe and sock off, he spread his toes and flexed them, next to him on the table where some instruments, like an eye dropper, a pair of tweezers, and a microscope.
Beginning to get a bit more nervous at this point I began pacing around, just then, there was a loud thud, and the air in the chamber began spinning around, lights began to flash and I felt a pulling sensation inside of me, oh God this was no joke, it was the real thing. I ran over to the window and pounded on it. No one bothered to look over, I just saw the judge have Tony sign some forms, like waiver of some sort. The I a force yanked me back to the center of the chamber, and threw me to the ground. A tingling sensation came over me, as it appeared that the ceiling became further and further away. Everything went black as I rolled over and fell unconscious.
“AHHHHHHHHHH!” I awoke with a start, screaming. For a moment, I thought I was in bed, and it had been a nightmare. But it took only a second to realize that was impossible. Something wasn’t right. Sure it was dark, but I wasn’t in bed. The air around me was humid, and it was very warm. And there was the smell, a rank odor that drenched the air. It took only a moment, then I recognized that odor, it was the smell of feet. Only it was horridly strong due to my diminished size. I couldn’t believe it they had done it, they had shrunk me to 1 millimeter tall and placed me between Tony’s toes. Now the officer that had arrested me had also become my prison, or at least his foot had. I began screaming, “HELP! HELP! LET ME OUT, I WANT MY LIFE BACK!” but it was no use. I was so small no one could possible ever hear me. I could only assume that because it was so dark that he had put his shoe and sock back on.
I was right about that, out side Tony was still sitting on the table, he had just put his sock and shoe back on his foot after they carefully placed me at the base between his toes. Right after he had put them back on, I had woken up. Outside the judge and the scientist who had created this project were commenting on how tiny I was, I was so small that right after they had set me there, I had almost become lost in the bits of sock lint between his toes. They showed Tony how to use the tracking device to detect where I was. All he had to do was hold the device over his foot, and I appeared as a tiny red flashing dot on the screen, allowing him to pinpoint where I was at any time. They held the device over the toe of his shoe, and sure enough, there I was the tiny dot between his big and second toe. Laughing as he saw this he flexed his toes.
All of a sudden I felt movement, I wasn’t sure what was going on, I heard a squishing sound, as I was pressed and rolled uncontrollably. Covering me in gooey stuff and bits of dirty sweaty sock lint. Oh my god, I couldn’t even begin to think of how it was going to be to live here for a month. I had been transformed to a speck, living on another mans foot, a cop. I was living on the foot of a cop, and currently between two giant smelly toes to big for me to even imagine. Powerless and wishing it wasn’t really happening I cried out, but as I did, some toe stuff entered my mouth, ICH, it was salty. I tried squirming about, but ended up getting smeared with more slimy toe sweat. I felt a rumble as he stood up. Everything lurched as he began walking. I could tell he time his foot his the ground because there was a shaking impact with each footfall.
Outside Tony just went about his normal day, or what was left of it, he was almost off. But usually after work, he liked to use the station gym and get in a workout to. He had been instructed to go about his daily life, and not to allow my presence on him to affect him in any way. And he wasn’t about to. He walked into the gym, up to his locker and opened it up. He had a pair or sneakers and a dirty pair of socks, “DAMN” he said to himself, realizing he didn’t have a clean pair, oh well, no one will know.He sat on the bench and took off his shoe, then slid off his sock.
I felt some rocking motion before a flood of light hit my eyes, I squinted then looked around me, the area around me was revolting, it was all covered in glistening foot sweat and gunk. Bits of sock lint the size of my body were stuck everywhere. I looked up, the top of his toes were far above my head, and the bottom, far below. My body had been stuck in the crevice right at the base. It was like being stuck to flypaper. The toes naturally opened and closed ahead of me slightly as he moved his foot around, allowing me to see down their full length. Ugh, it was disgusting, I was nothing more than a tiny mite on his foot. Still, the for some reason, the thought of being so small, in such a dangerous place did something to me, I found my self getting hard. I reached to the side of me and grabbed some of the slimy toe gunk that was everywhere and smeared it on my cock, it was so warm and slick. The toes spread slightly again, allowing me to see that I was going into a white athletic sock, right along with his foot. There was some more rocking right before it got dark again as he slid on his shoes. He began working out, I couldn’t be sure, but telling by how it heated up and how the wetness increased, I was relatively confident about it. I felt myself sliding around as his foot became slippery with sweat. Every breath I took was filled with this giant young muscular cops tangy foot odor. As he moved around doing different exercises my “foot world” continued moving around, shaking me, and rattling me with vibrations.
As his toes continued moving, I was rolled around so that I was turned with my face pressed into the warm slimy surface. “Ugh, Tony, you need to wash your feet buddy!” I said out loud. It didn’t matter though, Tony couldn’t hear me, he was going about his normal life. With me, a tiny prisoner way down there on his foot. As his workout continued so the did the odor, how was I to know he was wearing dirty socks. The smell was almost a cheesy vinegarish smell, and the warm wetness only made it seem worse. My cock was still hard, and was gently getting rubbed as I slid about between his toes as his foot continued moving. All I did was moan, and yell.
Feeling rhythmic pounding again, I could tell he was walking again. It was probably getting late and was time for him to get home. As a matter of a fact I was right. He had gathered his things and was headed home, his house was walking distance from the station so he usually walked to and from work. The pounding vibration continued rhythmically as he continued walking. Eventually it ended, then without notice, everything seemed to shift direction.
Tony was sitting in his recliner and had put his feet up. I slid a short distance to the lowest part of the base between his toes, struggled for a moment, then managed to finally stand for the first time since I had been shrunk. Trying to stretch my legs I walked around, every time I took a step I could hear a splatter of slime from under my feet. I laughed thinking, “I’m walking on a foot!” but it really wasn’t funny, my stomach turned every time I thought about my situation. Then I felt something come sliming past me. I wasn’t sure of what it was at first, then I realized, all the gunk that had collected between his toes was being pulled downward, toward me, pooling at my location. It kept slimming past me as my mind raced thinking of a way to escape it, then Tony instinctively flexed his mighty toes. As he did, a giant piece of lint left from his dirty athletic socks came loose and feel from above right next to me. ::SPLAT:: it hit the point at the base of his toes, here was my opportunity to escape this river of cop toe sludge that was going around me. Stumbling over to it, I grabbed onto it and began to climb into it, it sloshed and oozed foot sweat as it moved over it. This was insane, I’m a fully grown man, and here I was climbing onto a piece of sock lint between another mans toes. I sat laid on top of it and realized that it was pretty bad smelling, smelled like feet times 10. But it was better than getting coated in more of that gunk pooling below me.
Outside, Tony just laid back watching TV, oblivious to what it was like for me, he glanced down at his left foot and wondered what it must be like, but was glad he was giant, he wouldn’t want to be in that situation, especially on HIS feet. He couldn’t feel anything, but he knew I was still down there, somewhere. Unaware of the gunk and such that collects on ones feet during the day, that only a man 1 millimeter tall would notice.
Going back to watching TV he flexed his toes again. A few more piece of gunk fell from the space above between his toes. And wouldn’t u know it one landed right on top of me, sandwiching me between two wet pieces of foot stuff. I was humiliated, I began crying. Laying my face down as I did, I quickly stopped as my nose and mouth pressed into the wetness, stuffing my noise with foot sweat. After a minute of thrashing about, my body became dislodged from the “sock lint trap” and slide back down face first into the pooling mess that I had tried crawling out of. Laying there for a moment with my face submerged in the rancid mix I thought, “this is ridiculous.” Pulling my face up I began beating at the surface blow me screaming “LET ME OUT, LET ME OUT!” it was no use, I was too small, he couldn’t even feel me, there wasn’t even as much as a movement. Getting my balance I stood again, and began exploring. Every now and then his foot would move and I’d usually slip and fall with a splat. It was mostly the same terrain in every direction, slimy, warm, and covered in bits of gunk. There was no doubt, this was a man’s foot.
Realizing it was getting late, Tony yawned and stood up to go get ready for bed.
Everything spun around as he stood again, and u ended up stuck face down near where I had been when he laid down. He went into his room, took his shoes off, then stripped down to his boxers. And last but not least, took off his socks, exposing his big smelly masculine feet. He couldn’t see me, but knew I was there. It didn’t matter, he was tired, the light went off and he went to sleep. The cool fresh air felt great, but then I realized something, his feet were drying off. All of a sudden the slime that covered me and kept me stuck there hardened, keeping me stuck down at the base of his toes with my face and cock pressed into him. I tried struggling, but couldn’t budge, once again I began to get hard, but my cock couldn’t move either, it was held firm. I grunted as my penis strained to spring up, but couldn’t. I was held fast, between Officer Tony’s toes. There was nothing I could so but go to sleep, this was my bed, this was my home, for the next month.
I awoke the next morning hearing a loud beeping noise, it was Tony’s alarm clock going off. Then I heard his voice boom far away, “uuuugh, another day at work.” The time had come for my next day of torture at his feet. He swung his legs out of bed and put his big beefy feet on the ground. Curling his toes, and then standing up. Dizzy for a moment from the sudden movement, I got my head together again just before he began walking. I felt the air rush over me as his foot moved, his toes compressing with each step around me, I was still stuck. He walked into the bathroom and took a piss. I heard the waterfall far above me. Then I heard the sound of a giant shower start running. “SHIT!” I thought to myself. Sure I wanted my freedom, but I didn’t want to end up being washed down the drain.
Tony stepped into the shower and began washing himself, almost instantly water began rushing over me. I felt myself breaking free as the warm water washed away the dirt between his toes. At first it felt good to be able to move again, but as my body began sliding downward, I became aware of how dangerous this was, it would be very easy for me to get washed away. Only moments later I came loose and feel to the shower floor between his toes as water washed be around in waves. I looked up, screaming, but still too small to be heard, there was no help for me. I remembered though that for a moment I awe struck with awe looking at his body, all muscled and tan. And his cock towering high above me slowly swaying as he moved. I was so small compared to him I could only see the underside of his chin. Quickly I snapped back into reality, this was no time to drool over him, my life was in danger. As I was swirled around, the sound of the shower stopped, he was done, the water began draining out, his foot lifted slightly allowing me to see down the length of his sole. MY GOD it was huge, it was like a stadium rising above me. Out of terror my screams became frantic as I was being washed away, but after only a few moments his foot came back down again, squashing me under his forefoot. It was completely immobilized trapped in pitch black darkness under such immense weight. Remaining stuck to the sole of his foot as he stepped out of the shower I was at least saved from being washed away. Tony dried himself off and walked into the bedroom to get dressed.
He put his uniform on, then slid his socks on. As the large ropes of the fabric slid past my miniscule body they broke me loose. Causing me to tumble down the length of his sole until he put his feet back down on the ground. Then came his black leather police shoes. Everything got very dark again as his foot slid in. While he laced them up, I tried to get my bearings. Being able to stand up, it would seem that I had landed under the arch of his foot. There wasn’t a whole lot of space under here, but enough for a man as tiny as I to move around. Sure there wasn’t a whole lot of light, but what little dim light did make it in allowed me to see around me. It made my heart sink again to realize how insignificantly small I was now. All I could see in every direction was his sole above me, extending off into the distance. At this miniscule size I could make out every detail of it. Every line, crease, and curve in the sole of this cops giant foot. Quickly though I was thrown to the ground as he began moving, tossing me down among all the giant cloth ropes of the terrycloth sock. I could feel the rising and falling sensation as he walked, each time ending with rumbling blow as his foot his the ground. The sole above me rocked back and forth. In awe, I watched as it rolled from heel to toe. Each time coming down slightly then lifting up again. It was amazing being able to watch such power as I went along with him to work, as a convict receiving my punishment, living as a speck under his foot.
As usual Tony walked to work, but now with me under him. I could see that his foot was beginning to sweat. The sole above me was becoming obviously moist and began glistening as it became wet. The air heated up, and slowly became very humid. This was just the beginning of the day, I was afraid of how it would get as the day went on. The odor was starting to collect as well. It wasn’t bad yet, but the pungent smell of “man feet” was definitely in the air. The cloth below me was becoming moist as well as it was absorbing the sweat coming from his foot. The rhythmic motion rumbling of his footsteps as his foot came down kept me with that feeling of powerlessness, yet somehow it was comforting being in the presence of such great power and yet be safe for the moment. The rocking of the heel-toe motion of his foot; as well as the wet warmth, lulled me to sleep. He went about the beginning of his day, with me asleep, down in his shoe.
At some point later that day I woke up coughing and gagging. It felt like I was drowning. Quickly sitting up, my eyes adjusted and focused. While I had been asleep a shallow river of sweat had collected under his sole. At normal size it would just appear that his sock was wet from his sweaty feet, but down at 1 millimeter, it was enough for me to drown in if I lay all the way down. His foot had stopped moving, giving me an opportunity to stand up. Tony must have been on break or something because it was clear he wasn’t walking. (Actually he was sitting at his desk doing some paper work after making an arrest.) Getting my balance on my feet, I decided to go for a walk. Splashing foot sweat as I walked through it I stretched my legs. It had gotten much hotter in here, and now the air was down right humid and damp. Small droplets of sweat were falling from the sole above me making splashes below. It was truly disgusting, yet fascinating to see everything at this size. Giant bits of sock lay stuck to the “sole ceiling” above me, soaking wet, and almost mocking my size. It took a whole but I ended up walking to the point where his foot was making contact with the sock again, I turned around and looked down the length of his arch to the ball of his wide foot. I banged against the sole with my fists, and then tried kicking it; no use, he couldn’t feel it. I had a feeling he was a pretty active guy by just looking at how thick his sole was, looked pretty rough, like he did a lot of activities that required him to be on his feet. Looking back down that length again to the ball of his foot, an idea came to me. I began running in the opposite direction than I had come from, the jumped and slid through the shallow warm murky river of sweat. It was like a slip-n-slide under his foot. Seeing as there was no escape for me I decided to make the most of the situation, splashing around, sliding and just keeping myself entertained. All the while his foot sat ominously over me. If this cop knew that his prisoner was having a good time down there he probably wouldn’t have been happy, but how was he to know?
Out side Tony finished his paperwork, the day was over and it was time to go home, he packed up his things, stood up, and walked out.
As soon as he stood I was thrown down from the jolt as his foot moved, I laded with a splash face down in the murky soup. His sole came down lower at me as his muscular weight bore down. Then the now familiar motion of his walking began again. That rhythmic rising and falling followed by that deep shaking rumble that sounded like the earth was crumbling. Only now, waves of his slimy foot sweat were washing over me in waves with each step. Sloshing over me, and washing me around underneath his big foot. Being thrown about I ended up washing up under the ball of his foot, being pounded down on over and over. Again, again, again, again. There was no escaping the forces down here. They weren’t kidding when they said that this was supposed to punishment. As I continued to be moved about, I found myself washed up under one of his toes. It smelled worse down at this end of his foot, the odor from between his toes was mixing with the air here. The bottom of his toe was so big compared to me I remained stuck under it. I wasn’t sure which toe it was, it was too difficult to see, all I knew was that it was slick, sticky, warm and smelly. As he walked home I slid down to the tip of the toe, my body ended up at the very edge, I could see the front tip of the toe descending up into the darkness where the tip was. The from of Officer Tony’s giant toe continued slamming down, rising up then BOOOM coming back down, then I realized something. The friction from his toes rubbing down on me was tickling my cock and causing it to rise, rubbing into the rough surface. I began, yelling “NO..NO…PLEASE NO…..OH GOD NO” as I lay there, a tiny speck, only 1 millimeter in size, getting masturbated at the very tip of this hot, str8, muscular, young policeman’s toe. It was worse than rape, having an orgasm slowly drawn out of you, without your consent, my a MANS giant massive TOE!
“UGH, HELP, OH GOD, HELP, NO!” I continued to cry out, moaning pitifully like the tiny “foot flea” that I had become.
Outside Tony just continued his walk home, not knowing that way down in his shoe, at the tip of one of his toes, his foot was forcefully drawing an orgasm out of me, coming just a little closer with each one of his powerful steps. Taking my cock just a little closer to the edge with each rumbling footfall. Getting a tiny man off with his masculine, beefy, smelly, manly foot. I squirmed and thrashed about, but there was no escaping it. I knew it would happen soon, I’d orgasm, and I’d have to live with the memory of having cum in the rancid world of a straight mans smelly sweaty foot. He continued the walk home, each time just taking me a bit closer.
Closer, closer, closer, making me whine and moan watching his toe go up and down as it filled my vision, sometimes staying stuck to the sock watching it rise slightly above me and come back down, and sometimes remaining stuck to the tip of it, and rising and falling with it. I could feel my balls rise, I was almost there. This was repulsive; I was about to jizz while being washed over by sticky slimy toe sweat, while breathing the sickeningly strong smell of his feet. My back tried arching between crushing as I opened my mouth and screamed, I began cumming, each one of Tony’s steps milking more and more orgasm out of me. He didn’t even know that with every step he took, he pumped more cum out of me, and degraded me even more. Making me into the first piece of sock lint to ever have an orgasm. My jizz quickly washed away in the splashes of odor ridden foot sweat. I was dry, just the tip of his toe had milked every drop of cum out of me.
He was almost home, but since I had cum already the rubbing was even more miserable. Its like being forcefully jacked off after you orgasm, I had no choice but to endure the best I could. I cried out “STOP TONY PLEEEEASE” but it was hopeless. Even though he was back home now, the last few steps his took before he sat down to take off his shoes were the worst. My now over stimulated cock helpless toyed with, rubbed, and pushed around, while my entire body was thrown up and down with his foot. When it finally stopped, and he sat down, all I could do was groan a sigh of relief. It felt like I had been put through the ringer.
Everything shifted as he lifted his feet and took off his shoes. He smelled the odor that rose up and then felt bad for me, down there somewhere. Then he remembered that I wasn’t innocent, and that I was getting what I deserved and wished they smelled a bit more. Throwing me a bit more as he went and got some food in the kitchen he, grabbed a beer and headed back for the couch where he slid off his socks to air out his big feet and relax. I didn’t want to remain stuck here so I began struggling and came loose. Looking around I realized all that my misery had taken place under his little toe, all that force and power, just from his smallest toe. Now I knew that at this size I was nothing. I walked up to the very tip of the toe and looked around, it was like looking from a mountaintop, in one direction I could see the TV far off in the distance, and in the other I could see all the way up Tony’s body to his handsome face. It felt somewhat weird being able to see him, but me, here on his BODY, too small for him to see. Just then his foot moved and I lost my balance and fell. I landed with a thud on top of his foot. Grabbing onto a cable sized brown hair I stopped myself from rolling all the way down to his ankle. True here was an opportunity to escape, but to where? I’d die for sure in the open world, with most insects bigger than me. I realized that I had no choice but to turn around and make the climb back up between Tony’s toes. Just as I came right up to entrance to the large cavernous crevice between his little toe and the next and I stopped. Honestly, I didn’t want to go in there, but what choice did I have, certain death? I turned around and looked back at Tony who was sitting there, drinking his beer, wearing his undershirt over his built chest, but with his uniform pants still on. I looked right at him and screamed “ASS HOLE!” He chuckled, but like always, he didn’t hear it. He was just laughing at something on the TV and it just happened to be perfectly timed. So that it seemed he was laughing at me. Not even knowing that I was standing down there looking at him, about to trek back between those smelly toes of his after a long day of his feet being in his shoes. Turning around I sighed out of hopelessness and continued the trek back into my temporary home, between the big strong toes of a young cop. Hoping that I would at least be somewhat safe there, even though it was more than a little disgusting.
As I made the walk into the crevice between his toes walking along the base where they met, I looked up following the “walls” of the canyon which towered high over me, which in fact where just the insides of his two smallest toes. Noticing that as I made my way down further into the space the “floor and canyon walls” became more and more covered with a slippery residue of toe crud and sweat. The odor was pretty bad too, but knowing that it was for my own survival I forced myself to continue until I found a safe place to sleep. Then I came across it, right ahead of me was a big piece of nasty lint and toe gunk that had collected there through the course of the day. It was actually pretty big, much larger than me, and blocking my path. Walking up to it I touched it, it was sticky and was probably the source of most of the odor in the air I was breathing. This looked like as good a place as any to spend the night so that I wouldn’t fall off of him. Walking to where the mound off toe stuff met with the inside of his little toe, I noticed a small opening between Tony’s toe and the gunk, getting down on my hands and knees while trying not to breathe through my nose I pushed myself into the small opening. Ugh, if only I could describe the horridly strong foot stench I was being forced to breath as I crawled as deep as I could into the slimy space before it was to tight for me to move any further. Finally taking a deep breath, I began to unwind. Laying there trying to fall asleep, the thought ran through my head, “This is pitiful, I’m so small and insignificant that I’ve become nothing more that a speck of Officer Tony’s toe jam, now I’m home, mixed in with all the rest of the crud that only exists on his feet.” Out of instinct, Tony flexed his toes a bit and the pile of gunk pushed down, collapsing the space that I had used to crawl in here. Now any dim light that had been filtering in was cut off, leaving me in pitch black darkness, only kept company by the feeling of the warm slimy wetness that surrounded me, as well as the occasional muffled deep rumble of Tony laughing at something on the TV. At least I knew I was safe for the moment, knowing that I closed my eyes and fell asleep between his toes, waking up for only a short time while he got ready for bed, and then going back to sleep when he did.
The next morning I was woken again as he got up, then jolted around while he walked out to the kitchen for a cup of coffee. While Tony stood there calmly drinking a cup, I was way down on his foot between his toes struggling to free myself, but was wedged in that space so firmly, that my body could barely move. Remembering the fear I experienced during his shower the day before, finding a place where I would be safe was the first thing on my mind. Luckily during the night, the toe gunk at dried as every time he moved his massive foot, the now dry mound of stuff separated from his toe as little more. As it did, light began shining down on me from above. Quickly, I began climbing up toward the light, bracing myself with my back against the inside of his toe, and my hands and feet on the dry mount of lint and crud. Finally making it, I crawled up onto the top of the foot crud that had kept me safe that night. Now that Tony was standing things looked a bit different than they did the night before when he was laying with his feet propped up. Looking up the insides of his toes still rose up above me to where the tops were. Beyond that I just took in the view as my eyes kept looking up, following up his muscular hairy legs to the rest of his body. He was only wearing a pair of boxers, exposing his chest with his defined six pack and strong pecs. He wasn’t a muscle bound body builder, but has a very hot athletic body. I couldn’t see his whole face from this angle just the bottom of his square jaw. It was obvious he needed to shave since he had a thick 5o’clock shadow. I’m sure he wouldn’t have been happy knowing that the tiny man being kept prisoner on his foot was staring up at him from between his little toe and the next, standing on some toe crud, which was big enough for me to be standing on, but only look like a teeny tiny ball of lint to him. But since I was too small for him to see, how could he tell? I was getting aroused admiring his masculine body, but I quickly caught myself, I needed to find safety before he showered, fighting for my life wasn’t exactly what I needed considering the state of my life at the moment.
Running over to his little toe, I looked up the wall that rose above me, curving over to the top of the toe. I need to get up there while he was still not moving, since there was no way to get anywhere under my own power while he was walking. Pressing myself up against it, I put my hands out, this was going to be difficult, but using the minuet bits of tiny lint that would surely be washed away in the shower were enough for me to use to climb, it was like one of those rock climbing walls, but not for fun, this was for survival. Struggling and out of breath I finally made it to the top, and walked out onto the plane on top of his smallest toe. It may have been the smallest but it stretched out far ahead of me. I noticed that between my location and the nail was a very small light patch of hair. Running over into it, I figured this was my best shot at survival. Grabbing onto one I wrapped my arms and legs around the rope-sized hair and held on. Far in the sky above me Tony finished his morning coffee. Holding on for dear life, I was thrown about as he headed back for the shower.
It was weird looking at the giant world around me move up and down as I went along with his foot as he walked. I would rise up as his foot would rise, then freefall just before everything would rumble and shake as his foot would pound down, over and over again until he reached the bathroom. Tony turned on the shower and the thundering sound of running water pierced my ears. Quickly pulling off his boxers, he stepped inside. Water began rushing over me like a river as it cascaded down his body. I held onto the hair for dear life, letting go meant certain death. Looking ahead at the water running down the drain, I saw the pile of crud that I had spend the night under wash away and go down the drain. I may have been transformed to foot crud, but I wasn’t planning on letting myself end up like that.
At least Tony was quick about his shower, soon the water stopped and he stepped out, running the towel over his body he dried him self off, almost knocking me off him when he used it to dry the water off of his feet.
Apparently he had the day off from work, I realized this when he got dressed and was putting on a T-shirt and shorts. He then pulled out a pair of converse hi-tops, from the closet and set them next to his feet. Followed by grabbing a pair of sock he raised the foot I was on as I saw the mouth of the sock stretch open. Just then, before he slid the sock over his foot, he stopped. Then dropped the sock to the ground, apparently Tony was feeling like I needed a little more abuse than I was normally getting, he then picked up the converse and began to insert his foot. OH GOD NO! he wasn’t going to wear any socks, I remembered how it had been during the past couple days, now he wasn’t wearing any socks. I didn’t even want to think how it was going to be, it didn’t matter though, I didn’t have to think about it, it was going to happen whether I liked it or not. As his foot slid in, I saw the five story tall size tag read US 14, which wasn’t really any surprise considering he was a big tall man. The light became dim as his foot finished entering the sneaker. Flexing his toes, I was thrown up against the inside of the shoe, forcing me to finally loose my grip on the hair that had saved my life. I rolled a bit, right onto the toe nail. Looking around me it sprawled out, wow 1millimeter was tiny, small enough to turn the toe nail on a mans smallest toe into a floor about as big as my living room. As Tony stood, I was rolled around, finally ending up at the dip where the side of the toe nail met with the skin. Below me in the crevice was a revolting sight at this size, tons of tiny bits of dead skin that would barely be visible to Tony were collected here as well as other various bits of foot grime, and I was being jammed in with them. Almost laughing, I cried out “Well officer, there’s no doubt; you’re a true man with the feet to match!” Sure he couldn’t hear, but I guess I was just saying it to myself. He grabbed his wallet and keys and was off. Those now familiar low shaking rumbles began again, BOOOOOOOOOOOOOM……………BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM……………BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM. As his big massive man feet began their pounding as he simply walked. After a short while, another sound started too, it was almost a wet sloshing and splashing sound, there was no need to wonder what that sound was his feet were sweating up a storm in his shoes without any socks. That same pungent odor began filling the air as it became warm and humid. Even the crevice I had fallen into was beginning to get moist. As a result, some of the little bits of stuff that I was crammed in with began sticking to me. I must have been a revolting sight; a tiny man lying helplessly covered in sticky bits of junk from another mans foot. The feeling of having the warm moist stuff stuck to me made my skin almost crawl as I reeled in total disgust. The only thing racing through my mind was that this was just the beginning of what would surely be a long day, one of many in the month left to come.
Lying in that spot for what seemed like hours, I just stayed put. Where else was there to go? There was really no way for me to know what he was doing, there would be periods of calm, followed by that ever familiar shaking rumble of his walking. He must have just been going about his day, no care for me down here, not even remembering I was on his body half the time.
Apparently, Tony had stopped by the station to use the device to check up on me and make sure I was still serving my sentence on him. He took the scanner and held it over his shoe. After a moment my location appeared on the screen as the red dot just like it had before, he noticed I was somewhere on his little toe. Looking at that he flexed his toes while shaking his foot, making sure I would be thrown around.
Terrified at the sudden high speed movement, I instinctually began trying to move. Bad idea, as a result I was thrown from my safety atop his little toe over the edge, between the toe and the inside of the shoe. Pushing me along side it as his toe continued moving up and down as his toes flexed. Suddenly then, all the motion stopped, he didn’t really want to be at the station on his day off. After the chaotic motion subsided, I calmed down and looked around. Of course there was no way for me to completely be able to tell where I was, especially from this size, all I could see was a wall of skin extending in every direction in front of me, but since I had just fallen from his little toe, I could only assume that I was still pressed against the side of it. Trying to move, I began slipping downward, toward the insole inside the converse. Just before reaching the bottom I fell free of the side of the toe and feel straight down. :::SPLASH:::: I landed in water, or so I thought at first. Then I realized that the “water” I had just fallen into was actually the pooling foot sweat inside the shoe from not wearing any socks. The odorous almost cheesy-vinegarish scent of the murky stuff was intense as I tried to stand up, so that it would cup up to my knees instead of my neck.
Unfortunately, just before gaining my footing, his foot moved. Tony was walking again. Shallow waves of the warm sticky foot sweat washed over me as his foot rolled heel to toe with each step. The toe my helpless body was next to began coming close to me as his whole weight was place on this foot. Each time the loud shaking would begin as his heel came into contact with the ground, then continuing as his foot rolled down to the toe causing the “toe wall” next to me to push toward me, followed by another wave of rancid foot sweat. Sweat mixed with random pieces of foot gunk and such left over from all the other times he wore these shoes without socks. This truly was nasty. Eventually I noticed I was being moved along the side of his foot between him and the side of the shoe. I was being washed and pulled along with the rest of the tiny useless foot grime. Eventually I lost track of where I was along side of his foot, all I knew is that in front of me it would lift a bit before rolling and slamming back down again. At least I could be thankful I wasn’t between his toes, the smell and sticky goop I had to put up with there was worse then this.
Or so I though, untill something terrible happened, my body began being moved in another direction, UNDER HIS FOOT. Slowly the view changed instead of being along side foot I was going under, looking up I realized this was the worst place for this to happen. Since he wasn’t wearing socks occasionally I could see upward far enough to see above me. Right above me was his angle I could see the small amount of light coming in from around the mouth of the high top. That was the last sight my eyes saw before I was completely pulled under…his heel.
The thick rough skin of this cops heel slammed down on me, trying to crush me under his weight. It was like having a smelly moist bull dozer dropped on me over and over, almost rhythmically. I couldn’t really see anything, since half the time I was crushed in pitch black darkness, pressed down on by a wall of heat and weight. Trying to scream in misery I couldn’t even let out much of a yell before I would be crushed again by him, smothering my screams.
Lying there, I began to hate Tony and everything about him, what he was doing to me, the fact that he was a cop, and especially his feet. That was the worst part about him, they weren’t nasty by normal standards. But they were big, heavy, meaty, and smelly…essentially manly feet. At this size, manly feet meant more misery for me. Criminal or not, this was excessive.
Luckily for me after only a few minutes of pounding I began getting pulled from under his heel. As I was washed along in the sloshing waves of now almost sticky and gooey sweat the weight boring down on me became less as I washed under the arch of his foot. It was an incredible relief to not be under his heel, although there was nothing stopping me from possibly ending up there again, I was helpless down here, thrown and washed about under his foot like a tiny mite inside his shoe. Plus I didn’t even have the advantage of anything like the fibers of a sock to grab onto since he wasn’t wearing any.
The most part of the day went on like that, being washed around and crushed repeatedly as I; a 1 millimeter tall man was thrown around under his hot smelly size 14 cop foot. Eventually though, probably later in the afternoon, most of the motion stopped as he stopped walking. Apparently Tony had stopped back by his house to grab some lunch. I was still under his arch when there was some shifting, followed by as sudden flood of light as he took off his shoes. I shielded my eyes from the light as his foot left without me. After my vision adjusted I looked around me inside the shoe. About what to me was 2 feet of thick warm murky slimy foot “sludge” was sloshing gently against me. Mostly made up of foot sweat, foot grime, and stuff left from his feet countless times wearing these shoes. Lets just say the smell rising from the stuff was enough to make my eyes water. Like the smell of a man’s feet, but at least 2 or 3 hundred times stronger. Struggling, finally I got my balance and stood up. Trying to wipe as much of the wet odorous foot stuff from my body as I could, even though there was no escaping it. Wanting to see where his shoes where I began walking toward the heel of the shoe, so I could see up and out the opening. At this miniscule size getting anywhere took forever, even walking along the insole of his shoe seemed like a long journey. Eventually I reached the heel of the shoe, looking down I noticed something, the ground I was walking on was a different color. Seeming like a wide road I began following it, following it, it eventually led me back to the same place. It was odd. Then it hit me, I had been walking along the “O” in the word “Converse” printed on the insole of the shoe. But at this perspective there was no way for me to be able to read it.
Looking up out of his shoe, all I saw was a ceiling. No clue as to where he had set his shoes or where he was. Assuming he would put these back on eventually I began walking back toward the toe of the shoe, I didn’t want to end up back under his heel if I would help it. It was a looong trip, I could see the toe far away from me. Above me the underside of the tongue of the shoe loomed far above me, it felt like I was in a covered stadium it was so BIG in there! Finally after jogging for a while I made it to the toe, it was a lot darker down at this end, and a lot smellier. Continuing to walk toward the end of the shoe, I noticed something, the further I walked, the deeper the now thickening slime I was walking through became. Actually it wasn’t the fact that it was deeper, it was that the insole below me was sloping down. My path was talking me through one of the indentations made by his big beefy toes, each at least 5times bigger than an Olympic swimming pool to me. It got to the point where I was up to my neck in the stuff, actually it was kinda fun, like swimming, although it wasn’t exactly water I was swimming through.Then I felt it. A low shaking rumble, getting stronger and stronger, Tony was back.
Scrambling and splashing I couldn’t get moving in time. I saw the slight get darker coming into the shoe before I saw his toes come into sight as everything shook, and let me tell u, at that size, toes are pretty damn intimidating. They came at me as he slid his foot it. The shoe tilted as he lifted it to get his heel in, washing me to the very tip of the toe right before his foot came all the way in.
At this closeness, all I could see was the very front of his second toe right ahead of me as it took up my entire vision in every direction. For some reason though, as unhappy as I was that I was going back on his foot, I felt a sense of relief, knowing that I wouldn’t be left unknown in his shoe for who knows how long. It wasn’t but a few moments before he put his other shoe and went out to take care of some final errands before it got too late.
The GIANT toe ahead of be lifted and came back down with each of his steps. Taunting my miniscule size, that I was a pinpoint sized dot compared to the front of a toe. Managing to stay where I was for at least a minute, luck suddenly decided to not be on my side. I began moving about due to the now increasing levels of sweat accumulating inside the shoe from his foot. I was washed right over to the point where his big and second toe met. As was slid around right up to the point where they met, I couldn’t even see both toes, all I saw ahead of me was a narrow canyon, opening and closing along with the shaking rumble of his steps. I slid right up to it. Yelling “PLEASE NO, NOT IN THERE AGAIN,” my tiny helpless self ended up stuck to the underside edge of his big toe as it came down on me. My body began getting pulled further between Tony’s big thick toes. It was pretty much pitch dark between them, but I didn’t want to see, nor did I need to. The further I slid between his toes, the slimier and wetter it became. I could only assume I was pretty close to being deep down at the base between his big massive smelly toes due to the fact I was getting coated and smeared with toe jam and sweat as it ran over me. The odor was horrific, the wet warm humid air was drenched with the concentrated smell you’d only find here. Helplessly I slid around, getting more and more coated. Aimlessly awash in this cops slimy toe sweat and gunk. My limbs aimlessly flailing about as I felt the pressure come down around me with each thundering step. I could hear the squishing, slapping sound as the wet sticky space around me pressed and rubbed together.
I could only imagine what was happening, it just didn’t seem real. In the normal world, there’s this hot 6’4” muscular young jockish cop, whose just walking down the sidewalk. Wearing a t-shirt, shorts, and converse all-stars on his big size 14 feet. But look down at his feet while he’s walking, now imagine being smaller, small enough to fit inside that shoe, now small enough to fit between his toes, now even smaller…smaller…smaller…….smaller. Small enough to be lost between those two GIGANTIC MASSIVE TOES, sliding about, completely submerged in his warm…slimy…gooey…smelly…wet toe jam. Too small to see, like a tiny mite living off his foot. Too small and insignificant for anyone to care about, and why would they, I was now nothing more than a speck of dirt between a hot mans smelly toes. A speck that makes its home in a place most people consider disgusting, whose only chance for existence now is to live submerged and covered on the foot of a policeman. Oh god I was helpless.
I could feel the warm toe sweat seeping into every crevice of my body, smearing over my groin more and more as his foot moved. Moaning with every breath from the stench of man-feet, yelling “TONY, OH GOD YOUR TOES SMELL!” If he could have heard me he probably would have been happy, that the mite-sized criminal between his toes was awash in odor filled misery, compliments of his big manly feet. Hard to believe all of this was JUST FROM THIS MAN WALKING DOWN THE SIDEWALK.
I lay smeared and covered without hopes of any relief as he continued going about his day, me down there between his man-toes. If you’ve ever looked at a hot guy barefoot, and seen his thick toes, now u know what its like being between them at only 1millimeter.
At one point in the day, he was standing in line at the post office, to send off a letter. Tony never did like to stand in line, he always felt he was better than the rest of the people, after all he was a powerful cop and they were nothing compared to him. Out of frustration while standing in line, he began flexing and wiggling his toes. Casing more and more of the sticky warm stuff to run all over my body, I was completely surrounded by it all. With increased speed and pressure I was slid around, with my face pressed into this cops toe gunk, forcing me to inhale it up my nose in order to breath, man was it pungent and tangy.
Tony could feel his toes were wet and slick, he had no idea though that I was in the middle of the toe-sweat mudslide he was creating for me just by wiggling those damn big toes of his. Life as a tiny mite on his foot was truly a humbling experience. Finally he stopped, and the only torture for me was the shaking rumbles of walking again.
Eventually Tony made it back home. While out he had picked up a porn magazine, he was felling the “itch” and needed to let it out. After putting some stuff away, he went into his room and set the magazine on his bed. I was still lost among the slimy toe gunk when suddenly light flashed into my eyes as he took off his shoes as he stripped off his clothes.
Throwing himself onto the bed he laid on his back as he put some lube in his hands and opened up the magazine. Soon, he began jacking off. While I down on his foot was trying to get myself loose from the inside of his big toe. Struggling, I slowly slid down until I reached the base. Finally I managed to free myself, whipping some foot stuff from my eyes I looked down at my body, it was covered in glistening toe sweat and grime, as well as bits of other rancid things. Just as I began trying to wipe some of it off I was thrown down as his foot moved, accompanied by a moan that sounded like a fog horn to me. Getting back up, I walked along the sweaty nasty odorous base of his toes till I could see a clear view of him. My mind went crazy as I saw his HUGE naked muscled body as he jacked his cock, which to me was probably big enough to crush a cruise ship. He moaned again and moved his feet, throwing me down again. I didn’t even bother getting up this time. This man was so fucking hot, I began to get hard. This cop was a god to me.
Suddenly, my view of the situation changed. I wasn’t a prisoner, who should be unhappy here, I should be honored to even be able to touch this mans body. Even if it means being stuck between his smelly wet man-toes, I should be happy even to be here. As my eyes continued watching him stroke his shaft, I decided that this man deserved my respect, and that I had to get off on him, I couldn’t help myself he was making me so horny. Lying there face down at the lowest point between his toes, I began humping him, my cock sliding easily against the skin between his toes from all the sweat and sludge. I moaned and put my head down into the warm goo below me and wiped my face in it, taking in the odor and moaning, feeling honored to be a speck of dirt, or a tiny mite, between this true mans toes. Looking around at all the bits of old sock lint and stuff that was stuck in here with me, I felt at home, I belonged here. Grunting, I began humping even harder. This hot god-like cop had no idea that the tiny prisoner on his foot was down there, watching him jack-off, while getting off between his huge thick toes. Moaning even harder every time I heard that deep loud grunt from Tony, followed by everything shifting and moving as he’d flex his toes, sliming me around down there as I humped him furiously, occasionally pulling my face up looking up his massive city sized hot body, realizing I was getting off on that, even if only his foot. As I came close to cumming, so did he. Pulled my face up again and wiped the toe-jam from my eyes and looked up at his face as he tensed up, then I watched his cock. It was almost like watching a volcano silently erupt as white jizz spewed from his penis. Although I didn’t get to watch but a second of it before he began flexing his toes out of orgasm as he writhed around. I moaned and grunting as I continued humping him, hearing the wet stuff under my body make a slopping sound as I moved. The toes around me moved, pushing me around as the surface beneath me began rolling and shifting, pushing me around with my cock dragging against him. Just as I went sliding into a small piece of smelly sock lint I began cumming, moaning while I blew my load, with my face stuck into the sweat soaked clump, sniffing out the jockish foot odor of this cops feet. Afterwards, my body just went limp.
Tony just got some tissues and mopped up his cum, laid back and turned on the TV, while I just laid there down between his toes after having one of the best orgasms of my life.
After a few minutes of recovery from my sexual exploit, I sat up. Looking down at my crotch I noticed a fair about of this cops toe junk had become entangled in my pubic hair and my cock was coated in it. Spending a few minutes, I finally got most of it off.
Sitting there, I took a deep breath. The odor had weakened from what it had been before, but the funky pungent masculine smell of his feet was still in the air. Turning around, I see the TV, and hear it too, it probably wasn’t that loud but the sound of it was almost booming to me. What else was there to do? I laid down on my back, grabbed the clump of moist sock lint, and used it as a pillow while I prop my head up while I watched whatever he was watching on TV, occasionally looking up at the soaring high space between the two toes around me like lying between two buildings…This mans giant smelly foot was my home.
After sitting there for about what I guess was about 30 minutes, Tony got up. Everything spun around, luckily in the time I had been laying there, everything had dried and I remained stuck to him as he moved about. He was feeling restless and wanted to burn some energy. After getting dressed, I felt his foot lift as he got ready to put his shoes on, as I entered with his foot, the odor alone told me he was still going to wear those All-Stars with no socks. Everything shook a bit as it became dark. Then without delay the low rhythmic rumbling began as he walked. In no time at all everything heated up and became wet again, I could feel the sticky gunk and moisture all over my body. At this point though, it was something I was getting used to, if one can ever truly get used to being awash in another mans toe jam.
Apparently Tony decided to go to the station gym, to get a short workout in. Soon he arrived and walked in. Sitting down in front of his locker he took off his shoes and placed his bare feet on the ground. Looking up from the space between his toes, I could see the lockers towering high above me, I realized things were going to get nasty if I remained here. Looking for a place to possibly try to escape to I began writhing about. That was a bad idea.
I began sliding down the space between his toes toward the ground. Trying to stop myself I thrashed about faster, all that did was increase the speed of my descent. Finally I fell off him onto the cold cement floor. It was painful to say the least, sure to a normal sized human, the cement would seem smooth an flat, but at 1 millimeter, the terrain of the cement looked riddled with billions of tiny rocks and was very coarse. Before I could even get up, the cops foot which had been my prison lifted above me as he put his workout clothes on, coming back down right next to me, not knowing what to do I just froze in terror, what if I was left here, never to be found again? I couldn’t fend for myself as a useless speck in the world. Soon Tony had finished putting on his shoes and socks, leaving me outside of my disgusting yet safe home/prison. My heart sank as I watched him walk away, the rumbling shaking of his foot steps gradually getting weaker. I remained where I was for at least 15 minutes.
Then I felt it, a low rhythmic rumbling, getting stronger very quickly. There was another cop coming. As he came around the corner I gasped, there was no way for me to be sure, but he looked to be at least 6’5”, probably in his late 20’s, a squared jaw, dark brown hair and eyes, and arms that looked like tanks. He walked right over me, and sat down, apparently his locker was right next to Tony’s. He took off his shoes and socks, the odor hit me, mans that guys feet stank. He stripped down to a pair of boxers and put on a pair of shorts and a T-shirt. As he pulled a pair of cross trainers out of his locker he dropped one, and it landed behind him. Standing up, he turned around. As he did, his foot swung around, I saw a shadow fall over me. Looking up I saw the bottom of his big toe head right for me. With a sudden impact it came down on me. As he lifted his foot I remained stuck to the bottom of his toe. Place his foot up on the bench, he took his sock and prepared to put it on, just then I heard a familiar voice call out, “Hey Jake!” The voice was Tony’s. As they began talking, sock began sliding over the toe I was under. Screaming “TONY HELP!!!” my helpless body went into the sock with his foot. How could be help me, he didn’t even know I wasn’t on him anymore. As the ropes of the fabric ran over me I fell loose and was spun about. And slid right into the crevice under the space between his big and second toe, I could see the bottom edges of the two toes in the dim light coming from either side of me and joining right above me. It became far darker as my accidental captor put on his shoes. Everything began shaking and rumbling as he walking, throwing me back and forth as his foot moved heal-toe. Then what I had been dreading happened. Jakes feet began to sweat inside his shoes, the toes above me became wet and sticky. I knew what was going to happen with the next step his took, I moaned in helpless misery. Just as his toes came down grabbing at me, and picking me up. Slowly I slid into the space between Jakes toes. The conditions were somewhat similar to Tony’s foot, or at least that’s what I thought at that time. The smell consumed me, it was different than what I had been used to. This cops foot odor was FAR more pungent than Tony’s had been. Little did I know, this was just the beginning of how bad Jakes feet could get. Outside, he began working out. I could feel the moisture building around me. I was almost drowning in it, there was far more sweat and goo building here then I had been used to. I had to continually struggle to keep my face clear. Time after time, I would feel a wall of thick rancid smelling warm sticky wall of foot sweat and junk ooze over my body, completely engulfing me in it. OH GOD, if I could only describe the smell, and it only got worse as it continued to get hotter and wetter. I was a tiny mite, a bug, a speck of dirt between this studly cops smelly wet slimy thick beefy toes. After a while the angle changed, outside he had laid down to do some sit-ups. I began getting carried downward along the slimy space between his man toes, awash in the sludge. I reached the base and slowly began submerged in warm gunk. The toe jam and rancid slimy sweat on this mans foot, that at 1millimeter I could easily become submerged in the pooling junk at the base between his toes. Jake sure did have sweaty feet. His foot wasn’t moving much at the moment as he did his sit ups. I tried to move, but it was difficult, I had to drag my body through the warm thick soupy mess as it continued to run over me. A speck of socklint about the size of my head which had been awash in this rancid mix as well slimmed over me, covering my face, forcing me to the inhale the wretchedly strong odor of this true mans feet. It was almost sour and vinegary. Screaming, some of the salty mix entered my mouth and I was forced to swallow. There was no point in screaming, what would Jake do, I was nothing more to this man than another piece of grime in the junk that collects between his toes.
Finally managing to sit up, I realized the smell filled foot sweat and slime was coming up to my chest. I could feel it running over and around me as it slowly moved. It was so warm between his toes it felt like a hot steam room, but then the heat would explain the over abundance of wet gunk Jake continued his sit ups, looking down at his shoes with every one. Not knowing that a tiny prisoner was down there between his wide toes, half submerged in thick foot sweat. With no choice but to breathe the odor soaked air trapped down there with me.
After a short while he finished and sat up, whipping the sweat from his face he felt the moisture between his toes and began flexing them.
Everything started moving as the massive cop moved his toes back and forth. I could hear the squishing sound of them rubbing together, as I became swirled about in the warm “stuff”. I was thrown on my stomach, laying there on my face pressed into the skin below me, while completely submerged, feeling the rocking sensation. Laying there for a moment I just thought; as my face remained pressed down, “how in the hell, am I gonna get myself out of this one?”
Done with his workout for the day, Jake stood up, and walked back to the locker room, got his stuff and left for home, not knowing that his foot had now become my unknowing prison, and that he was taking an extra passenger home with him.
As he drove home, I remained in the dark, practically suspended in his toe jam, cringing from the tangy, steamy odor.
Getting home, Jake stepped out of his car. I could feel everything push around me as his toes came closer together from the weight of his muscular body. Feeling the rhythmic motion and poundings of his foot, he walked into his house. Walking into his room, he slid his shoes off, dim light began filtering to my position through the sock. I looked around at the tons of tiny little piece of sock lint stuck all around me, and was even more disgusted seeing my body half submerged in a very thick coating of this mans glistening toe sweat. Looking over at a soaked piece of white sock lint next to me about the size of my body, I jokingly asked it, “how about this weather?!” Since I figured I might at well talk to my own kind down here.
Jake continued to change, eventually, he lifted his legs and slipped off his socks. I closed my eyes as the bright light hit me. Finally opening them, I got my bearings of where I was, my helpless body was stuck to the inside of his big toe. It wasn’t long though before my contact with the outside world was cut off again as he put on a clean pair of socks and shoes, putting me back into the wet warm darkness. With no choice but to stay where I was, I remained down there while Jake went about his day. Eventually falling asleep, I was awaken as once again I was exposed when he took his footwear off, it was nighttime and Jake was getting ready to go to bed, Looking up I my eyes were fixed on his huge thick cock swaying around as he walked about naked. Eventually he put on a pair of boxers and crawled under the sheets after flipping off the lights. Not knowing what to do I stayed put for a while. Eventually while shifting about in his sleep, he pulled the sheets up, exposing his feet. Above me I could see the ceiling of his bedroom in the low nightlight. The air had dried the sticky sweaty stuff that had kept me stuck there, once again keeping me frozen. Shortly after though, Jake turned over on his stomach. As his feet turned over his toes rubbed together, causing me to break loose. My stomach lurched as I fell from him to the sheet below, which at this size was more of a endless terrain of woven ropes of thread than a sheet. After coming to a stop, my eyes looked about me, it appeared that I ended up laying on the sheet between his big and second toe. Getting up, I was happy to be free, but like when I had come free of Tony’s foot before, my mind continued to be filled with thoughts of being left here, lost in the washing machine when he finally washed his sheets. Sure I had become separated from Tony, but remaining on Jakes foot was the only chance I could possibly think of on how to get back to him.
Looking for a way back on, I could see no way down here between his toes, the insides of them rose way too far above me and I couldn’t find any way to climb them. Deciding the only option would be to go out from between his toes around to the front of them, I began making the walk out. It was no short walk, as I moved along the length of his toes, them both laying ominously still on either side of me. It truly was humbling and degrading at this size, so insignificantly pitiful and tiny compared to this cops toes. Trying to keep my mind clear of that thought, I continued on my journey.
Eventually I made it out from the space, trying to choose my direction I decided to head to my right, taking me right in front of his second toe. Walking along the front tip of it, it filled my vision to the side, just the front of it alone, looming high above me. I could see the pattern of his skin very clearly at this size, “maybe that’ll be enough for me to get a grip onto,” I thought. Walking right up to it, I realized this was going to be difficult. Getting a grip as best I could, I began scaling the tip of Jakes second toe. After what had to have been at least 10 exhausting minutes, I finally made it. Collapsing, my breathing finally slowed as my breath came back. Sitting up I saw the long terrain ahead of me, which was actually just the bottom of his second toe. It was as wide as a football field to me. My jaw dropped as I looked beyond that at the vast MASSIVE WIDE sole that extended beyond, angling upward toward the thick wide heal in the distance. This had been my first chance to truly compare myself to the full size of these men’s feet which I had been held prisoner by. Before I had been perpetually trapped between their toes, awash in their toe jam, or squashed under them in the darkness inside their shoes. But now, now I was aware of how miniscule I was, nothing but a lost pinpoint on these hot cop’s feet. My knees were weak as I continued staring at the vast terrain ahead of me. It would take days to explore his entire sole alone. In awe, I began walking along the bottom of his toe.
As I left his toe, and began making my way onto his forefoot, I could feel the sole below me thicken and become rougher. In his sleep, he flexed his toes, as he did I was thrown down. Almost as if he was mocking me, that he was a godlike cop, and I was nothing but a tiny plebe, exploring his foot, right where I belonged, as a speck of grime on his sole. That was impossible though, there was no way he could know there was an unimaginably tiny convict living on his foot my mistake, and that this tiny prisoner depended on that giant manly smelly foot of his for life and survival. After the movement stopped, my exploring continued. I walked along the middle of his WIDE sole, feeling the heat rising up from it, keeping the air warm. Occasionally coming across a piece of lint, or something else from time to time. As my journey continued along his arch, I sat down for a bit to take a break. It appeared I was smack dab in the middle of his sole, far ahead of me I could see jakes thick rough heel, behind me far back where I started where five thick beefy man-toes…the foot of a cop. Getting back on my feet, I continued my walk. I didn’t get far though before he shifted his legs again, thrown from my feet, I rolled uncontrollably down the entire length of his arch. It probably wasn’t a good idea for me to be roaming about like that. Turning around I headed back down to those smelly toes.
Finally making it back down to where I started my hike. I walked to the very edge of his second toe and looked down, it was a far fall, but then again, if I hadn’t been killed by now, a small fall wouldn’t. Keeping my fear under control, I jumped. Falling to the sheet below, I headed toward his big toe. Walking up to it, I couldn’t think of any place to put myself, then I saw something. The edge of his toenail was still visible to me, he was on his stomach still to his toenail was right at my level. As I approached the corner of it, I noticed his nails were very short and trimmed, but there was enough space at my size for me to slip under the corner of it. It was a tight squeeze to say the least as I pulled myself into the tiny space between the edge of his toe nail and his skin. The smell in there was not pretty, and there was a piece of sock lint that had been jammed in there only God knows how long, but at least it was safe. Laying there, I got comfortable and fell asleep.
BOOOOOOOOOOOM….I was awoken the next morning with a start as Jake place his heavy feet on the ground as he got up. I couldn’t see out from under his toenail, but I could still hear. Remaining there while he got ready for the day I heard him shower, then eat breakfast. Jake was on duty today, he put on his uniform, then everything get darker as he put his socks on, then almost completely dark as he put his shoes on. I could feel the rocking motion and the rumbling of his walking. The low shaking ran though me, telling me the power of this cops massive man feet. There was no way I was ever going to make my way back to Tony by remaining under Jakes toenail, so slowly I began working my way back out. Eventually I slid out, into the wet mess his foot was creating inside the sock. Slowly I was slid back between his toes like yesterday. Ugh, that pungent vinegary foot odor of his was back. I slowly was slimmed about in his slimy toe sweat as his foot continued moving as he walked. As luck would have it, my body ended up being carried to the point where his toes were rubbing against each other, it was not fun. The slippery warm wet surfaces ran up and down all over my body with immense force as he walked. The slimy friction began taking its toll on me, slowly my cock rose. I could feel the slippery slimy texture of the inside of his toe rubbing against every inch of my cock with great force, rubbing over and over, rhythmically stimulating it. The continual rubbing, back and forth along with the shaking of Jake’s all powerful footsteps. Ugggh, the feeling of the slimy texture slowly rubbing over and over and over and over caused me to thrash about, I couldn’t help myself. It was happening again, another cop was going to unknowingly force me to cum. Raping me with his strong heavy foot as he simply walked. A piece of wet warm sock lint worked its way between my legs, pressing against my nuts, forcing my legs to spread. I grunted some more, helpless down here, feeling my cock swell even more. As the orgasm approached my body tensed up. I could feel his toe sweat running all over my insignificant body. OH the tangy odor filled me, and was driving me insane. I cried out, “JAKE, STOP WALKING, THIS IS KILLING ME!!!” But there was no relief. My balls rose even further, my body began quivering. It was about to happen, another forced orgasm, drawn out of me by Jakes beefy manly cop toe. Gasping air full of his foot odor, I began cumming, my cock pumping with his rhythmic slow powerful footsteps. Thrashing about between his slimy toes, I continued coming. As my cock continued being played about with like it was nothing, my face being pushed about as well, getting coated in toe gunk. Jake, having no idea that one of the useless pieces of sock lint stuck between his toes, was cumming. Whining like a pitiful footflea. He was a MAN, and I was a living piece of his toe jam, once Tony’s but now his. Finally, my orgasm stopped, after I was drained of every last drop.
Eventually the motion stopped as Jake stood still, he was actually talking to Tony, but there was no way for me to know. I was trying to keep my sanity down there. My cock was still hard, but I could feel it had become covered in some of Jake’s toe jam. Almost in total shock from what had just happened to me again, my body lay limp still between his toes. Occasionally I would be slid around as the toes about me moved when he’d shift his feet. Eventually though, the slow powerful rhythmic rumbling started once again as he continued walking, I just remained limp, there was no use fighting these kinds of forces, the power of the mind-blowing gigantic feet of men. As the day went on, my body stayed down there, inside his shoe and sock, helpless and lost between his smelly massive cop toes.
From time to time, I would fall asleep from boredom. Only to wake up from my dream to find myself still in the dark, surrounded by warm slimy dampness, and the humid air soaked with this mans foot odor. My body had long ago become completely covered in his toe jam. It had worked its way into every crevice and on my body, making me feel even more useless. The day went on and on, there were periods of calm, where it was practically silent inside his shoe, I could hear the muffled sounds of the outside world. Then I would be rattled as the powerful rumbling vibrations of his footsteps shook through me.
I lived between Jakes thick smelly man toes for a couple of weeks. Never having any opportunity for me to find a way back to Tony’s feet. Living as a practically microscopic piece of filth between this cops toes, always covered in toe jam, breathing his rancid pungent foot odor, drenched in this mans warm slimy foot sweat with no escape.
As time went on though, I started becoming used to it, eventually almost enjoying it. I mean, living as a useless parasite on a man’s foot of course had some disadvantages. On the other hand though, there was something comforting about it, it was always warm, no need to work, no need to do anything really. It was always interesting exploring the space between his toes as he slept. Watching TV from the space between his toes was keeping me informed about the world. Only thing that was still difficult was tolerating the odor, that persistent tangy stench of man feet always filled the air.
Then one day I was given my opportunity to be reunited with Tony. I didn’t know it at first as light reentered my prison when his shoes came off. It got brighter as he peeled his sweat soaked socks off too. From my location between his toes, I couldn’t see anything except for the toe jam and sweat soaked sock crud that surrounded me. Then I heard it, a man’s voice, it was Tony’s! This was my first opportunity to get back onto him. Struggling for a few moments, I felt myself coming loose. Soon I began sliding downward toward whatever ground was below me.
Landing on the cold ground as I fell from his foot, his foot moved shortly after letting me see the giant world around me. I knew this floor felt familiar, it was that of the station locker room again. Looking over to the right, I saw a pair of huge bare feet, following high high up, I could see it was Tony. He was getting ready for a work out, immediately I began running towards him.
It seemed an impossible distance at this size. Gasping for air running what to normal people would have only been maybe a foot give or take, but too me seemed like a marathon. A few times I fell to the ground as the earth trembled every time either of these monstrously huge men moved. As I continued running I listened above me as they talked. Then I heard my name mentioned. It appeared Jake had been notified of my existence, he just didn’t know I had been living down in his shoes. Stunned, I stopped running.
My heart dropped as I heard what Tony was saying above me. I guess I had lost track of time, apparently yesterday was the day I was supposed to be freed and brought back to normal size, but when they tried to find me, they realized I was gone. They wrote me off as dead, figuring I had been washed down a shower drain, or that I had been lost in the washing machine with the laundry. Writing off the whole “shrinking” project as being too expensive, they had disassembled all the equipment. It was a shock at first, I was stuck this size forever. Then I thought about it for a moment, I had been given time while living between Jake’s toes that this wasn’t all that bad of a live. If I was left out here on the locker room floor though, who knows what might come of me.
I don’t think I had ever run as fast in my life as I did running back to Tony’s size 14 feet. Luckily I made it in time I stood in front of his big toe, thinking of a way to get back in that smelly space. I could smell his foot odor from here, it was bad but a refreshing change from Jakes. Soon, Tony stood up and as he did he shifted his foot forward, his toe came down on me, stuck to it, I went in with his foot into the athletic sock. Awash in his hot foot sweat I found my way back between his toes. I was home. It was comforting now to feel that slimy gunk smear over me again as Tony worked out…
I lived on Tony for probably about 2 years, eventually though I became separated form him on the locker room floor once again. Only too be stuck to the sole of one of the other men. Over the years following my separating from him I’ve lived between the toes of countless men. Traded foot to foot on locker room floors, bathrooms, shoes tried on in shoe stores. I can’t tell you how many different foot odors I’ve experienced, each mans is a little different. I’ve lived between the toes of other cops, soldiers, young dads, teenage sons, jocks, and college students just to name some. None of them the wiser that theirs a teeny tiny 1mm tall man living amongst the sock lint in the wet slimy space down there in their shoes between their toes.
…As I think back on this story of mine I am currently between the toes of a muscular high school football player. God it stinks here, jocks feet seem to always be the worst, but when they run, it’s usually enough to drive mind numbing orgasms out of me…Uh oh, its starting, he’s running, OOOOH GOD…UUUUUUUGH….



The End