Friend or Foe

I guess it would not have bothered me so much if I did not know him as well as I did. Or as well as I thought I did.
He is 5’6 145 lbs. Stocky build and a friend for many years. I am 1-1/2 inches tall and at his mercy.
It all started one night when I was over to his place to watch a movie and I mentioned a spell book I got on a recent trip to Salem. He didn’t believe much in that sort of stuff, til now that is. I had the book in my car and got it to show him.
They were all incantations, word spells. He asked it they really worked and I told him I had not tried any of them yet. He leafed thru the book while I turned my attention back to the movie. After a short while I heard him mumbling something, he was staring at me. I did not like the look on his face. Suddenly I felt weird, all tingly like. The room began to spin and then everything seamed to get bigger, or so I thought. After a sudden head rush I must have blacked out.
Upon regaining consciousness, my blurred vision cleared to see a very large version of Mike. He was sitting before me on the couch with his legs out stretched and socked feet on the coffee table on either side of me. He was drinking a beer.
“Welcome back”, he said, “it is about time I was getting worried. I thought I lost ya.”
“What happened?” I asked. “ How did everything get so big?”
Chuckling he said that he had some good news and some bad news. “Good news is that, that book really works, the bad news, for you, is that I shrank you to 1 ½ inches. And ya want to see something cool?”
With that he lifted the heal of his foot and brought it down square on top of me. I smooshed just like silly putty. He lifted his foot and after a few seconds I regained my shape. It was weird; I could feel the pressure of his foot but no pain. He started to laugh but I was not amused.
“What do you thing you are doing? You could have killed me”
“No I couldn’t. The spell I used not only made you small it made you squashable, and get used to it your gonna get squashed a lot.” With that said he reached for his beer.
Taking the chance I had while his attention diverted to his drink I ran for the end of the table. I could not stop fast enough and slid toward the end, and off the end. Straight down into his sneaker he had on the floor. I peered up to see him looking down. Well I can see I am going to have to teach you who is boss and since you are there we might as well start right now. I have to mow the grass and you are coming with me.
He picked up his sneakers and placed them in front of him. He put his left one on first then picked up the one I was in. He tilted it forward and I rolled to the toe. His feet must sure sweat a lot because it was a while since he had them on and they were still wet, and smelled. He then slid his foot in and with nowhere to go I was trapped underneath foot. With the pressure of each step I became flatter and flatter taking on the contour of his foot and sneaker.
“Well we better get to work” I heard him say. And I could feel the pressure of every step.
It seamed like forever. Step by set he mowed the lawn. After a while I ended up partially under his huge sweaty foot. Being imprinted to the pattern of his sock and the sole of his shoe I felt his rhythmic steps.
When he was finally done he returned to the house, slid off his shoes and I was stuck to his sock by the sweat like a piece of gum he stepped in. He tried to wiggle his toes but I would not fall off. He had to peal me off and lay me on the table. “So how was it?” he asked once I regained shape. Spitting out sock lint and other unidentifiable material from his shoe I said “How do you think?, I can’t believe you did that to me.”
“Believe it and get used to it, you’re gonna spend a lot of time in my shoes, and other places for that matter.”
“Now let’s get you cleaned up.” He picked me up headed for the fridge and grabbed a beer. Giving me a strange look he poured the beer into a glass then dropped me in. “ I wonder what you taste like”, he said, and chugged the beer. I tried desperately to stay at the opposite end of the glass but as be got to the end I slid quickly into his mouth. First he rolled me around with his tongue. Placing me between his teeth and slowly bit down. I thought I was going to be bit in two but I wasn’t. When he realized this he began chewing me like a piece of gum. Without warning he let out a huge burp. Then allowing me to regain my shape, but still in his mouth me slowly forced me out of his mouth by holding my feet with his teeth. He was back on the couch with the movie back on and I was now looking down his chest. He must have taken off his shirt while he was chewing me.
He had a large, well-defined shape and a hairy chest. Then he let go of my feet. I hit the top of his chest and rolled downward, down over his pecs and to his stomach. Not stopping there I headed for this belly button.
Just as I got there he sucked in his stomach and pulled the band of his shorts and underwear away from his body. I came to an abrupt stop as I hit his huge hairy dick.
There I looked up at him as he let go of the waistband and I was trapped. Trapped in his sweaty smelly crotch with nowhere to go. He then rolled over onto his stomach pressing his full weight onto me to watch the rest of the movie but fell asleep.

I must have fallen asleep too, or passed out again from the sweaty smell or pressure of this massive body but was awakened by his moving around. “Man, I need a shower” he said, and headed for the bathroom.
In there he slipped off his rank socks and dirty shorts. Then turned on the shower. Before stepping in he pulled off his boxer briefs that were my prison for the past several hours. I was stuck to his body and he peeled me off. “Time for a real shower this time”. He dropped me into the bottom of the tub where I landed with a splat. I was just returning to my normal shape when I saw the heal of his foot headed right for me. I was again smooshed. Smeared to the bottom of the tub. “Sorry”, he said half-heartedly.
He wet his entire body with the warm soothing water then went for the soap. “You spent enough time at my feet”, he said. “Time to see more of me close up!” He picked me up and placed me in his hand with the soap. He rubbed his huge hands together making a slippery lather. Then preceded to rub me all over this body like a washcloth. While the lather obscured most of my view he spoke to me thru the whole thing. I felt his hairy chest and nipples as I brushed across them. Then his abs. He ran be over his crotch and under his balls, down his long thighs and calves. He then brought me around to his ass. He rubbed me up and down between his hairy crack. Then he stopped. Placing me under the water he allowed for all the lather to wash away. “I have an idea”, he said. I did not like the sound of that or look he gave me when he said that.
“While I wash my hair, you are going to spend some time in my ass crack. I should have cleaned it out pretty good already”. He then rolled me back and forth in the palms of his hands elongating me. Then he carefully placed me in his crack. Once there be stood up straight and flexed his ass muscles. I was pressed into the fleshy prison and embedded with his ass hair. It was the most humiliating thing I ever experienced.
He finished in the shower and dried himself off. I was pried out last. He laid me in the sink and he smiled down at me. “Real funny, ya big jerk,” I yelled. He was not amused and quickly scooped me up. “I can see you still have not learned who is boss,” he said. “Maybe you need some more time to think”. He bent over picking up the sock he wore to mow grass and dropped me in. The smell had not diminished. Gazing up at him he said he was going to make something to eat while I spent some time in the “Time out Sock”. Then the tied it shut at the top. Like that was not enough he took me and the sock back out to the living room and stuffed me into the sneaker he wore. I wanted to wretch.
He decided to let me there for the night.

Morning could not come soon enough. I guess I got used to the smell because I did end up sleeping a little. (Maybe I just passed out again) Anyway, I heard him getting out of bed and then the sock was lifted. I was being carried and swinging back and forth. Shortly I saw the light of day as he untied my smelly sack from hell. He rolled me out onto the counter and poured himself a cup of coffee. “So, how’d you sleep last night?” he asked. I shot him an unsatisfied look. “Well I have off today and I thought we’d hit the gym this morning. What do you think?” “I read some more of your book last night and I have a new spell I want to try”.
Lucky me, I thought. He put me in a tall empty glass and said he was getting dresses. “Don’t go nowhere,” he said chuckling to himself. When he returned he rolled me out of the glass and into his Canvas 'Chuck' hi-top sneakers and stuffed one of his socks in the top. A scene I was becoming all too familiar with. I could not tell if the smell was from his musty shoe or the sock he obviously wore several times and has yet to wash. Then it was off to the gym.
Settling himself onto a bench in the locker room he opened the gym bag and checked around to make sure no one was there. Then he picked me up and headed for the urinal. I had no idea what he had planned. Setting me on top of the cold porcelain he reached in for the round plastic thing that holds the deodorizer of which was empty. Without warning he picked me up and placed me inside snapping it shut. “What are you doing”? “Just making sure you don’t go anywhere while I work out” he said. I could be a couple hours you know.”
“And when someone comes in and see me? …” I explained. “Oh, don’t worry. I am sure a lot of guys will be coming in and very possibly pissing in here, but no one will see you. Watch this!” With that he started reading something that I could only figure he got grot my spell book. Then it happened. I slowly began to fade. I could not believe it. I was still there but invisible. This could not be happening.
“Well, See ya later” he said. I was shocked and speechless. Then I though he had second thoughts about what he was doing because he doubled back. “ I guess I should be the first to christen your new temporary home myself, don’t you think”. NO! I shouted as the hot sour piss hit me like a fire hose. He did not even have the decency to flush. There I sat soaked and trapped. There I would stay as countless other huge guys rained down upon me. One guy even had the nerve to get himself off and shoot me with his load. After what seamed an eternity he came back. There was no one around so he reversed the spell. Before he let me out he took one last shot himself.
“Time for a shower Bud” he said as he flushed, let me out and carried me with him to his locker. “Man that work out felt good!” “I really worked up a sweat, see,” he said as he shoved me into his hairy and rank underarm. He already had his shirt off and told me to hold tight where I was til he got undressed the rest of the way. (What else was there for me to do, dumb ass, I though) Undressing the rest of the way I could feel him walking by the motion of his arm. He turned on the shower and released me from his pit. Thank goodness. “You know the routine,” he said as he lathered up with me in hand. Again I made my way over, around and thru parts of his body like the night before.
Finished with his shower and redressed he advised me of him plan to head for the sport store. “I need a new pair sport sandals and you are going to help me pick them out. He dropped me into his sock and said that when he gets there and tries them on I was to wiggle under his toes if they felt good to me and not wiggle if they didn’t. My only consolation was that he was going to look like a big geek trying on sandals with socks. Then into his sneaker I went yet again.

It did not take long to get to the store. I was already squished under his toes from the ride there, so the air felt good when he took off his shoes. He tried on his first pair and after his queue of pressing down on me I knew that I was to wiggle or not. After about what seamed like 6 or 8 pair he apparently decided on a pair and also to wear them home. While I liked not being in that smelly sneaker any more, it was hard knowing that I was so close to the outside world yet so far. Only the fabric of the sock was between it and me.
On our way back to his place he decided to stop at his brothers. He was younger but bigger. He was one of those free spirits that did not care about anyone but himself. When he got there his brother greeted him at the door. “What’s up?” he asked. “Not much just thought I’d stop in on my way thru. Can I use your john? I gotta take a mean piss?” “Yeah, you know where it is”.
It was strange being able to hear what was going on out there instead of muffled noises from inside his sneaker. In the bathroom I heard his relieving himself then his foot lifted. He took off his sandal and sock and unclenched me from between his toes. “Since you think my shoes stink, I am going to let you experience Bobby’s. They you will appreciate mine no matter how bad you think they are now. And if I were you I would not make any noise no matter what because if he gets a hold of you there is no telling that he will do to you.”
With that he dropped me into his pocket. Walking over to the couch he saw that bobby was just taking off his Air Walks and black socks stuffing them inside. Too coincidental if you ask me. “I just came back from boarding at the park. 4 hours and boy are my feet soaked. Them black socks sure make your feet sweat.”
“Want a beer?” he asked. “Sure” Mike replied and took full advantage. He pulled me out of his pocket and while Bob’s back was turned he smiled at me and stuffed me into his humid wretched sneaker and stuffed the sock back in. I tried to fight my way back out but it was no use. Mike was right. Bobs were way worse than his. Even at my small size and while I could not see a think in the blackness I could feel the sweat under me with each step I took. It was almost pasty. It seamed like I was there forever. They downed a few beers and I though I was forgotten about.
I heard Mike ask about shooting some hoops and Bob said he was in. Bob grabbed his sneakers and I was jolted forward. “You sure you want to wear those to play?” Mike asked. Remembering I was in there. “Why not?” I ain’t wearing these socks though” and pulled them out. I was grateful for the air. He dropped them to the floor and again I was unleveled. Never looking down he slid his huge size 12 foot into one sneaker. Then the one I was in. His feet were still waterlogged from the sweat of wearing them before. I tried to run but got caught at the arch of his foot and pressed into the curve. He never blinked or gave any indication to Mike I was there.
“Let’s go, bud” and off they went.
They must have played from hours. The rhythmic steps he took on the court and his squats before his lay ups were strangely erotic. Even though I must have been flat as a pancake I began to get off on his steps. Maybe it was the combination of his pressure and the moist spongy insole I was pressed against. I felt myself shoot load after load. Becoming exhausted from the exertion I must have fallen asleep or passed out. One of the two. The next thing I remember we were back at Bob’s place and he was again taking his shoes off.
I was slowly regaining shape when he went for a beer for himself and Mike. Mike then pulled me out and asked how I enjoyed the ride. He then quickly shoved me back into the pocket of his shorts. He stayed for only a short while longer before saying that he had to get back. Mike thanked Bob for the beer and the game and we headed for home.

When we got in Mikes car he pulled me out and took a whiff. “Man, you stink, Let’s stick you up here and air you out”. He tied me to one of those tree shaped air fresheners he had hanging from his mirror. As he drove home I swung back and forth in the heat of the sun beating thru the windshield. Mike was looking at me very strangely. The motion of me swinging back and forth must have been getting him off. While driving he reached into his shorts with hand and began jacking off. Just as he was about to blow he pulled me off the string and retuned his hand back to his shorts. There he came, hot and heavy. I was covered in his man glue. It was everywhere. He gave one last moan and emptied himself into his hand of which I was cupped into. Without saying a word he looked down at me in the thick, sticky schemer and wiped his hand and me on his ball sack and pulled his hand back out. There I lay, pasted among his pubic hair and his manhood. I remained there the rest of the drive home.
The TV clicked on so I knew we must be back in his living room. I thought that he would be taking me out soon. But I waited and waited. It was almost like he forgot I was there. At one point he got up and must have made himself something to eat. I could smell it. Even thru the drying cum. Then I felt something pressing me down, it was the plate he was eating from. It was right on top of me on his lap. Still not attempt to take me out or even acknowledge I was there. Then the TV turned off. He was walking. I could tell he pulled off his shorts and then lay down. He pulled the waistband from his boxer briefs away from his body and said, “ Bet you thought I forgot about you, didn’t you?” “Well I didn’t just wanted you to get used to being on your own for a while since tomorrow is Monday and I got work. I don’t know where I am going to put you but either way you will be close by, Good Night.” And he let the band snap back to his abs.
I was stuck, stuck for the night in his drying, sticky juices. He clicked off the light and all was dark. I could only imagine what tomorrow had in store.

Morning came with a start as his alarm went off waking us both. I felt his stretch and then he reached his huge hand in and scratched his balls. He was still half a sleep and don’t think he remembered I was there.
I was partially stuck to his pubic hair and partially to his underwear by the load he shot the day before. He meandered into the bathroom and turned on the shower. Piece by piece he stripped of his night ware. When he got to his briefs he remembered I was there. He pulled them away from his body with a quick tear. I clung to him still stuck like a fly in a web.
“You’ll be free from there soon enough”, he said, and stepped into the steamy shower. The water cascaded down his rippled body to me. I became drenched and slowly loosened from my prison. Soon I was free but was free-falling to the bottom of the tub. He had no idea. Again I hit with a splat and was then flattened by his moving feet. The heat of the water made me more pliable then usual. He never knew he was standing square on top of be till he looked down and noticed I was gone. He instinctively lifted his foot and saw me there. Thinking he would peal me off at that point I was surprised, or maybe I should not have been, when he said, “Well at least you are out of trouble down there.” Chuckled and slammed his foot back down with me still under it. Even from this vantage point enough water got to me from his moving around that I was able to get washed off from his man juice anyway.
Finishing his shower he grabbed a towel, dried off a little, then before stepping out pulled me off of his sole. He wrapped the towel around him and tossed me into the sink. I slowly returned to my normal shape.
“I barely new you were under my foot, dude. Maybe that is where you should spend the day. Under my foot again. Nah ! I have something better in mind”. I could only imagine. He finished getting ready for work less his shirt and headed for the kitchen with me in hand.
After securing a cup of coffee he rested onto the couch. “I never knew this would be so much fun”, he said, “That book is great.” “I will have to see if I can find another spell tonight after work”, but I will be running late for the office if I don’t leave soon so lets get you situated.” He tied my hands and feet together with a string. Then he pulled out his Tee Shirt. There in the inside of his sleeve in the arm pit area was 2 strings.
“This is where you will spend your day today while I am at the office. He tie me in the pulled the Tee Shirt on. There I was stuck in his cavernous hairy armpit. As he brought down his arm I began for squish to the shape of his pit as his hair pressed into me. “Oh Yeah, I almost forgot” he said and got up. It was weird feeling his arm swinging back and fourth. Then from underneath I could see something coming towards me, then a cloud of white. His deodorant. He sprayed both arms and headed back to the living room. “Man, I’m running late.” He pulled on his dress shirt then tied his tie. Off to work we went.
He had a desk job and was on the phone a lot. Throughout the day he would flex his bicep and pull his arm to his side letting me know he was there. It was hot. His armpit hair became entangled in me as I was massaged into a shapeless form. He was sweating but his Tee Shirt soaked up most and the rest evaporated before it could show in the outside. It was a very strange experience.

At lunch he ran to a fast food joint. Before heading back into the office he reached up and pulled me from my ties. He held me in the palm of his hand that smelled like a French fries. “Your being in my armpit just isn’t doing it for me. I think I like you better under my feet.”
I begged not be put in there but he didn’t want to hear what I had to say. He has become only interested in what he wanted me to do to please him. He slipped off his black loafer dress shoe, then his sheer black sock. Holding me upside down he tilted his head to look at me, grinned and let me fall. The sock was damp and smelled like wet leather. I was trying to gain my footing when he slipped his foot in. I was caught under his toes. “There, that’s better”, he said wiggling his toes. This apparently was what got him off the most. “In you go” he said and slipped his foot into the shoe. Now I was squashed, up and in between his toes. His hot, smelly, sweaty toes.
Tucking back in his shirt he opened the car door and headed back into his office. For the remainder of the day he would slip his shoe on and off. He would allow me just about regain my shape, and then slide me back in squishing me. This went on for hours. Again getting him off he would shoot small loads in his shorts just from the feeling he was getting. He enjoyed this a lot. I was stroked over and over, being kneaded like a piece of dough under and in between his toes until it was time for him to leave. I was afraid I would never get back to my normal shape after that.
Back at home he slid off his shoes and propped his feet up onto the coffee table. I could see him looking to see if he could see me thru his shear socks. I was still squashed like toe jam till he wiggled his toes. Then if fell out and down to the flat sole of his foot. When I was able I began to try to get out. I found my way to his thick muscular ankle then up has calf. The only problem was that this led up his pant leg. I then maneuvered my way back down to his cuff and fell to the floor.
He peered down at me and smirked. “We better get a nap in cuz later we’re meeting a friend for a drink”.
He picked me up, set me on the coffee table and set a heavy glass upside down on top. “Nighty Nite”.

A couple hours passed and then he stirred awake. He got up and disappeared around the corner. Shortly he returned. He had changed into a pair on jeans and a Tee Shirt. I watched as he picked up the spell book and began reading again. Occasionally he would look at me and mumble something of which I could not hear because I was still under the glass. He read a little while longer then reached for me. Resting in the palm of his hand he said me was going to try a transformation spell. I want you to enjoy the evening too so he wanted something that would let me be seen but not for what I really was.
Thinking and staring at me for a while he then began to read from the book aloud. I could feel something happening but was not sure what. Then I had changed. I could not move but saw and felt him pick me up. I was facing away from him when he got up. Then I saw what he did. He was looking into a mirror. He turned me into a medallion on a chain. “Pretty nice if I do say so myself”, he said. “ Now let’s be on our way”. Before heading out the door he looked down at me then pulled the collar of his shirt away from his body allowing me to slide inside. There I hung. Next to his hairy chest and mounded pecs. My chain was ling enough that with his movement I would rub over his nipples occasionally and it aroused me strangely. I think it did him too because they would become firm and rigid.
Before long were at the bar. The place was dead. There were only a few people there. I recognized the place they the fabric of his shirt. I could not see clearly but enough to know that was going on.
Rick showed up soon after. Rick was about 6’ 2” and built incredibly well, a natural athlete. He worked in construction, which helped, in his efforts to stay fit.
They began to drink and talk your normal guy things, work, sports, etc. they ordered a bite to eat and continued to drink. After about 3 hours I became concerned when Mike began slurring his words. This either meant that he was going to go home soon (hopefully) or do something really stupid. I say this because even thought they were good friends they always liked to one-up each other if they could.
I ended up being right on both counts. Since Mike walked to the bar Rick offered to drive him home and the offer was accepted.
Once back at Mike’s he told Rick he had something to show him and that he should come in. Rick did as asked. I knew this could not be good. Then I felt myself being pulled from inside the shirt. “See this?” he said. “Yeah, so?” Rick replied. Mike took me off from around his neck and handed me to Rick. His hand was enormous. Bigger than Mikes. Bigger and meatier. Watch this he said and pulled the spell book back and out and began to read. Rick was staring down at me. I began to change shape. Back to my 1 ½ inch human form. Rick blinked in amazement still not realizing what I was. He just thought I was some magic trick. Then I moved. Then HE dropped me! “SHIT MAN, THAT THINGS ALIVE!” Mike laughed. I came to rest on the floor next to Rick’s huge work boot. I looked up as they focused their eyes on me.
“Dude, yeah it’s alive. Take a closer look.” He bent down and then picked me up again. “Is that who I think it is?” he said. “Yup, cool isn’t it”. “How did you do that?” “Why did you do that?”
Well he came over to watch a movie the other night, brought this book he got on a trip to Salem and I did it. It’s a spell book. I did it just for kicks at first and was going to change him back but it got to interesting. And FUN! He told Rick what he did to me so far. Then told him to close his fist and squeeze.
“I’ll crush him!” he said. “No you won’t Mike replied, “Trust me”. Rick did what he was asked and his huge hand closed around me. I felt his apprehension as he slowly tightened his grip. I began to conform to the inside of his hand. To the lines of his palm and between his fingers. Then he opened his hand. There I lay like a piece of play dough. The look on Rick’s face when I returned to my normal shape was one of amazement. “This is awesome”, he said. And did it again.
He then sat on the couch. What happened next I had hoped would not but luck was not with me. “Can I have him for a day?” he asked Mike. “I don’t know”, he replied. I can’t let too many people know about him. “I swear I won’t tell anyone” I just want to play with him for a while. PLEASE. If you wont let me borrow him how about letting me rent him?” Digging into his pocket he pulled out a wad of cash. “$60 for 24 hours?” How ‘bout it? And I swear I will not tell another sole. To my surprise, Mike agreed.
“ARE YOU OUT OF YOUR MIND!” I yelled. Mike did not appreciate my outburst. “By the way, if he gives you any attitude I will let you in on a suitable punishment”. And told him about the sock treatment. “Works for me” Rick replied and handed Mike the cash. Before Rick left Mike took me from Rick’s hand ad told me that I better behave and do what I was told or the sock treatment will seam like a vacation compared to what he will do to me when he gets me back. I nodded in agreement.

Rick left with me in hand.
He stuffed me into his jeans pocket. Jeans that were dirty and smelly from work. I landed in a pile of lint, loose change and dirt. Patting me from the outside I heard him say I was in for and interesting 24 hours. A real mans 24 hours.
Sliding into his truck seat we sped off to his apartment. It would not be long before I would find out what awaited me there.
Once inside, Rick reached into his pocket and pulled me out. I was too tiny in his huge hand.
He threw his keys on the counter and plopped himself down on the recliner. Setting me down on the footstool he mumbled, “My feet are killing me” as he bent down to unlace and take off his work boots. Sitting back in the chair he looked at me and said “I’d kill for a foot massage right about now, and that would be a good place for you to start, from the bottom up.”
He reached over picking me up by his thumb and forefinger. Pushed the footstool away with his foot and then set me on the floor in front of his huge socked feet. I glanced over at his work boot that had fallen on its side and could see a label marked Size 13 EEE. That explained a lot. “Well, lets get to work” he said.
I replied “What do you expect me to do with those things. They are huge! I can’t reach them.”
“Humm, what shall we do ? I got it,” he said, “If I can’t get the salve to the feet, I will bring the feet to the slave.” He sat forward in the chair and placed his sweaty, socked foot over me and lowered it slowly. I began to feel him pressing down. As he did he began to move his foot forward rolling me under it. The forward motion made me roll to his heal. When I reached the end he slid his foot back to the chair moving me to his toes.
His socks were the thick gray kind. They were dripping with sweat from being in his leather boots. The smell was suffocating. When I trued to yell all I got was a mouth full of salty liquid. He must have been enjoying this because I could hear his groans of pleasure and heavy sighs. After a while he stopped and looked down. From the motion under his foot I had become elongated and thin. It did not take long for me to return to normal before he said “Next !” and lowered his other foot. I caught a glimps of him before he started in again and noticed that he had lowered his jeans and had his meat in his hands. That explained some of the moaning. He was getting off while rolling me under foot. His other foot was not any better then the first.
When he finally stopped his foot I noticed that he was still masturbating. The groaning was getting louder and louder. He reached down for me and held me in his left hand. You were great he said. My feet feel great and here is your reward. Pumping faster and faster with his right hand he cupped the hand I was in and placed it over his slit just has he blew his load. The force was incredible. It shot in all directions. He lay back in the chair and placed me above his navel. There he shot the last of his juices over his stomach and sighed with great relief. I laid there covered in cum, stunned by the sudden course of events.
Regaining his composure he recited the corny phrase “Was it good for you?” and laughed as I rolled in his juices trying to gain my footing. “JACKASS !” I exclaimed, not amused at what happened.
A stern look came over his face. “Mike told me I might have to show you who’s boss if you gave me any trouble and remember you asked for it”. He reached down to the side of the chair where he had his foot pivoted back and pulled of his sock. Holding it above me he said “I hate to do this, but…” and lifted me up. I begged not to be put in but he just shook his head side to side. “It’s pretty nasty in there so good luck” and he let me fall. Between my being covered in cum and the sweat still remaining in the sock I became stuck to the bottom. It that was not bad enough I could hear him say “Just so you don’t go anywhere till I get cleaned up I will put you in here” I felt the sock being stuffed into something which I could only assume was his boot. All was dark, smelly and cramped. The smell and dampness permeated my skin. The boot was an insulated one so there was actually still heat inside from being worn in the hot summer sun all day long. Trying to manage my way out I just got deeper and deeper. I could only move a little at a time. Almost like an inchworm would crawl. This was stirring feelings I was not expecting. I found myself with a woody. With nowhere to go and nothing to do until released, I jacked off adding my own juice to the combination already in his sock. I must have cum three times before I heard him come back. I felt the boot being lifted and swayed side to side.
Now what, I wondered, and waited to see what would be next.

The sock was pulled from the boot and I was dumped out onto the floor. After getting my equilibrium back I saw that I was lying again between his huge feet. I could tell he had not taken a bath while he was gone as his feet still stank to high heaven. Rick was, however, now wearing a different t-shirt and shorts. He reached beside him and brought forth a pair of old wrestling shoes. They looked years old.
“I always like to work out before I go to bed” Rick said. Looking down at me while he curled and uncurled his toes. A big smile stretched across his face. “I like to have a focus point while I lift and tonight YOU get to be that focal point.”
Rick picked me up by the ankles as I tried to scurry away. Then dangling me above the shaft of the shoe dipped me into it but stopping so that I was sure to see the size printed on the “wall” of the shoe. 13 Wide.
Sure that I saw it he released me allowing me to fall to the insole below. There was not much material left on the cushiony surface confirming that I was right that these were indeed old. Even thought the light was dim I could also see the impression of his foot.
“Well little man, times a wastin” he said. Rick first picked up his left show and slid his bare foot in. then I could tell by his motions he was lacing it up. Next he glanced down at me. “Ready or not, here I come” and the show was lifted. I rolled to the toe of the shoe. It was dry but musty. His toes entered slowly and he was wiggling them as they entered as if to taunt me. It was no use resisting since there was nowhere to go. HE was almost in when he tilted the shoe up slightly. Just enough for me to slide under this toes. After he felt me in position they closed down around me and the shoe was laced like the other.
Rick sat for a minute and rocked his foot back and forth, heal to toe. Heal to toe. I heard him exclaim, “Perfect”. And he walked to his weight bench.
Each set of reps he did I could feel him squeezing down on top of me. 8-9-10, rest. Between reps he would raise his toes so I could regain some shape. The only thing he liked more than knowing he was squashing another helpless man flat under his foot is the feeling of me with normally shaped. His imagination let him fanaticize about my plight and the presumed terror I was experiencing. Terror and humiliation.
The workout continued for over an hour. The Sweat was becoming unbearable. Not only did it smell but there was a pasty film materializing being created by the prior dried juices in the shoe, his newly added sweat and dirt and toe jam of his work day. This all made for a slippery situation. As a result, while in a flattened state, as he stepped down, I was forced backwards down the length of his foot to his arch. This was worse then being under his toes. All the excess moisture was pooling here and I was now in the thick of it.
Eventually the pressure stopped but I was not immediately let out of the shoe. I could feel him moving around but not as if he were walking. About, what I estimate as ten minutes later I heard noises from above and felt the musky wrestling shoe being removed. His foot was retracted but I stuck to the bottom. I was in position of looking up and could see his face. It was all red like he had run a marathon. In a second I knew why.
Into the opening he inserted his swollen throbbing dick. He was jerking off and he was about to release and it was pointed right at me.
I had been flattened for so long and it was so hot in the shoe I was not regaining my shape. I could not move. Only stare at the monstrous piss slit as he began to open and drip with pre-cum. At this point he was not even looking at me. With his head back and groaning loudly he was reaching orgasm. I had just begun to reshape when he blew his load in on top of me. Torrents to cum splashed into the shoe. Still stuck in place I was covered quickly. Another shot blew but was not a direct hit. This time he actually help in dislodging me. The third load forced me back to the toe of the shoe. He began trickling off. The Moans turned to sighs then quite.
I had regained my shape and slipped my way back to the shaft of the shoe. Rick was already staring down at me. “FUCK, I needed that” he said wiping the sweat from his brow. “Working out makes me horny as hell, can you tell ?” he laughed.
Not amused, I shot him a dissatisfied look.
“Lighten up” he said. “Only a 5 mile run and we can call it a night”
The sneaker was dropped to the floor which seamed like a mile and landed with a huge THUD! I was jolted and disoriented. Still sloshing about in his cum I was lying on my back and was looking straight up as he positioned his grimy bare foot for entry. Due to the slippery conditions created by his slimy man juice prepared myself for the ride.
Rick’s toes entered first and he immediately positioned his big toe on my chest and swirled me around in the slime laughing at my plight. He then pressed me down and forced his foot into the sneaker slowly. My legs and feet were in front of me pointed at the toe of the sneaker. My head was infer the sole of his foot. He planned it this way so that I would be able to endure the ominous site of his foot until sliding me into place until he lowered it slowly pressing me into the moist insole. He took great pleasure in doing all his torments slowly. He was in visioning in his mind what I must be going thru and light what his imagination was telling him.
As promised the 5 mile run began. I was pounded and stomped on repeatedly. She smell of feet permeating my flesh becoming part of me. I could feel every stone, every stick or piece of road garbage he trod upon as the shock wave jolted thru the bottom of his shoe and up thru me. I was being pounded into nothingness. A foot toy of the worst kind. After about 20 minutes he stopped. Assuming he was sitting down due to the release of pressure from his weight I found I was right as the sneaker was removed.
He was on a park bench and it was dark except for the streetlight shining above. I could see this because I was stuck to his foot flat as a pancake. Rick simply looked at me and shook his head. Then he crossed his let at the knee and rose his foot to his nose and took a long whiff from heal to toe. “Damn, that’s retched” he said. “You must be hating me by now little bug” he added. Then without warning he started at his heal again and stuck out his tongue and licked his foot up to the tip of his toes where my feet were squished between his toes. He playfully tickled them with his tongue but I was not laughing.
“MMMM… Foot Sweat, cum and you, the perfect combination.” He announced. Seeing a car coming he thought he better go. Let get that spit off you there bud”, he said and lowered his foot, this time over a puddle and it in. Without even checking to see if I was still there he plunged his wet foot back into his sneaker and laced it up. Luck for him (and me) I was still, there.
The run home was more of the same, pounding, squashing. Only this time I had the extra added moistness of the puddle water. It was not long before we made it back and I heard the door close being him.
His shoes were kicked off him at the door rug and he proceeded to the fridge for a drink with me still plastered below him. He made like I was not even there. Just continued to walk then plop himself down onto the couch. He tossed one leg up onto the sofa and my foot was kept firmly on the floor. All I could do is wait and see what he was planning for bedtime.
His feet began to dry from all the sweat but that did not make them smell any less. Rick was finished watching TV and decided it was time for bed. With me still stuck under his foot he walked slowly to the bedroom to get settled in for the night.
Undressing he tossed all his cloths to the floor in a heap. (Slob, I thought) then pulled his legs up onto the bed and lay back. He rested for a minute then reached down and pulled me from his foot dropping me onto his chest.
He let out a heavy sigh. “I am sure going to hate giving you back” he said as I slowly returned to my former yet shrunken state. “I guess we should have a little fun before then, then shouldn’t we ?” he added.
I had had about all the fun I could take but I know he had other ideas.
Turning to his side he opened the drawer of the nightstand and pulled out a huge dildo. “Ever use one of these ?” he asked. I nodded “no”.
“I think your going to like it…….well atleast I know I am” he said.
Picking me up in his huge hands he clapped them together squishing me once more. The time he was pressing me over and over. I was becoming flatter and flatter. He pulled me and stretched me til I was about the 8 inches in diameter. Then he drapped me over the tip of the device and used a small rubber band to hold me in place.
I was petrified. The next thing I knew he had rolled over and was beginning to insert it and me into his huge hairy ass. I could feel everything. The hairs brushing against me. The warmth of his hot hole. The moistness of his interior. I could smell everything as well and that was not any better.
He began slowly. Then sped up pushing and pulling like no tomorrow. His ass clenched around me and onto me. I was almost all the way in. I could barely feel any fresh air. This went on for about 20 minutes until he had had enough.
Trouble is what when he pulled out exhausted and tired, I had slipped off and was still in him. He thought I was still on his dildo as he dropped it to the floor without even looking for me. Rick then fell quickly to sleep. With me hidden for the moment.
I was totally humiliated and broken. I never thought I would ever have experienced such a thing in my life. To be at the total mercy and control of another man who had no regard for you at all. I have reduced to nothing more then a plaything. To be passed around from man to man for their enjoyment. HUMM… Actually that doesn’t sound so bad does it ? (Back to the story)
There I lay trapped and helpless. Until his dinner began to work its way thru his system that is. Little by little he was letting out pockets of gas as he slept. As nauseating as it was at the time he was slowly dislodging me and pushing me to the outside. His moist poop shoot was allowing me to slide out. As I made my way the air was letting me gradually get back my normal shape. Then one last LARGE blow set me free. I was shot out of him like a cannon out into the covers.
This release of gas though made even him shift. However before I could get to my feet I saw his huge thigh come right at me. I dodged it to the left only to be confronted with his other leg. He unknowingly crossed his legs at the ankles squishing me between his legs. I was to remain there for the rest of the night.

He was a hairy son of a bitch and being trapped between his fleshy muscular thighs was both erotic and scary.
Morning came and I felt Rick stirring. He stretched and let out a huge sigh. Light flooded in as he tossed off the covers and flung his legs over the side of the bed. As he did so, he felt something between his legs. ME. As his legs separated I was pulled to one side. With my back plastered to his flesh and his leg hairs embedded into me. I hung there like a picture on a wall.
Rick looked down with a pondering smile. “Don’t know how you got there but you look a mess. I think we could both use a cleaning up.” He said and got up out of bed leaving me to hang on his leg. The trip to the bathroom was a shirt one. Approaching the toilet he sat down. He picked up a magazine and began to flip through it. I hear the dropping of his huge logs into the water below. Quickly followed the stench. Man, he was rotten. He finished and flushed the toilet. Still stuck to him he leaned in and turned on the shower. The seam rose from the shower floor.
As he stepped in the water rushed down his long muscular body. The water began to dislodge me from him. I fell to the tub floor with a splat. He noticed immediately. I began to regain my shape when he raised his right foot and slammed it down on top of me. The floor of the tub was slick with soap so I stick to the bottom of his foot pretty easily. Each move he made I went with him. He continued to shower as though I was not vent there. I pressed flatter and flatter. My head eventually popped up between his toes. I had a worms eye view. Catching me looking up at his massive form he squeezed his toes together, pinching my head between his hairy digits. He continued and finished his shower.
Grabbing a towel he dried himself off except for his feet where I remained. He dressed in his shorts, tank top and last but not least he pulled out an old pair of worn dingy white chucks.
He sat on the bed and placed his left one on first. Picking up his right one he held it to his nose. The face he maid warned me of impending nausea. Placing it back on the floor he loosened up the laces and spread the shoe open wide. My face had again regained its shape from between his toes and he slowly began to insert his foot into the sneaker. Rick laughed as he thought about my plight and the fact that there was nothing I could do to stop it. As his foot entered my body rubbed against the insole of the chuck. The friction and motion began to pull me free. My head snapped back to the rest of my body. His foot continuing into the sweat pit. By the time he was totally in I had ended up under the arch of his foot.
He was surprised at how erotic of a position I was in. The arch being so sensitive to touch he began to get a hard on. Tying his laces the sneaker pulled on tighter pulling me closer to his flesh. He like this feeling a lot.
Slowly and gently he rocked his foot back and forth and started to jack off. I t was another 15 minutes before he finished.
Cleaning himself up with the towel he had form the bathroom he got up applying his full weight. I flattened slightly under him. I was more in the shape of a 3d oval than totally flat. He began walking and I could hear him jungle his keys as he planned to head out.
The pounding of his foot steps was deafening at times. Not to mention the heat building up. He had no socks on to soak up any sweat so it just got absorbed into the thin material insole and into me. I drank more that I care to think about.
We were on our way somewhere. I could feel him using the gas and brake petals with his foot. I have to admit it got me a bit excited too. Too bad it smelled like a dead animal under his foot.
A short time later the car stopped and he got out. I heard a door bell and the murmuring of voices. The door was closed behind him. I heard the laughs of me. He was sitting down and had his feet on their sides with his soles facing one another. Rick occasionally arched his foot allowing me to slide around a bit in my sweat soaked prison. About 20 minutes later I felt motion again. he was taking off his sneaker.
His foot was pulled free with me stuck to it and placed it on the table.
There they were Rick and Mike staring at my balled up form stinking like foot cheese. Mike was laughing and shaking his head.
“Puts a new slant on putting your self in someone elses shoes, huh” he said. “How did you stand the smell?”
Rick filled Mike in on the “adventures” be put me through.
Mike commented on all the times I teased him about being shorter then me and that it was time I got paid back.
As the fresh air dried Ricks sweaty foot I fell off with a plot to the table. I began to reform to my normal shape as Mike got the spell book he used to transform me.
He was ready to change me back.
Almost.
Mike stopped part way into the spell. “I think I want one more shot.” He said.
He licked off his Doc Martins and lay be between his wet, smelly socks. “Now remember this whenever you get the urge to comment on my height” he said slowing pressing his soles together. Then he rubbed his feet back and forth from heal to toe. Mangling me in the process. When he was finished he pulled me free and up to his face. Then one last shot. He cupped me in his hand and forced his and hand and me under his butt, then blew out a huge smelly fart. He kept me there until the smell dissipated. They were even gagging from the odor.
“There, that should do it” they both laughed and I was again placed on the table.
The spell was chanted and I began to regain my size and shape.
When I returned to normal they made me tell them of what it was like to be totally helpless and at their mercy, or lack of it. Recanting my experiences made them horney and they both got hard. IT was like they were reliving the whole thing all over. I even got hard.
By the end they felt empowered and I felt intimidated and humbled.
They were letting me go. Mike handed me my spell book. I looked at it for a moment and handed it back.
“Why don’t you keep it for a while. I’ll be over Friday with another movie”
I was eager for another run and by the devilish look on Mikes face, so was he………..

The End.