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