Don't Press Your Luck

A week had passed and I had gone about my usual business with classes and work. One thing that bothered me though is that I couldn't get my mind off of Erik and those gigantic feet of his. Ever since my experience a week earlier I desperately desired to take another trip. I still had the pills that had made me shrink before, but now I knew how to get back and I wasn't afraid to take another adventure.

That evening I came back to my dorm and my roommate Erik was already there, laying on the bed watching TV. We started out our usual conversation of what we had done during the day and what was to come. He told me that the track team was going to have practice the next day. I thought to myself "PERFECT!" and asked when, without trying to sound too nosey. He told me at 10:00am, and I began planning.

I laid in bed that night thinking off the possibilities of the next day. Even with all my excitement, I finally fell asleep.

The next morning rolled around. I had one class, but nothing important was going on that day so I decided to skip it. I dug through my drawer and found the box of Japanese pills I had used before. I looked at the clock, it was 9:30am, it was time. I popped one of the large pills out of the packaging and carefully placed the rest of the box under the nightstand on the ground where it wouldn't be found, so that I could get to the tiny pills to make me normal again later. After completely stripping myself of all my clothes, I took the pill and swallowed it with a drink of water, went over to where his cross trainers were, and waited.

I felt that sensation inside of me again, that pulling sensation. I began to black out exhilarated with what was to come. I felt different as I began to wake up and I knew it was a success. Erik's huge size 14 cross trainers were right there in front of me. Now all I had to do was wait. 9:45 rolled around and I heard a key opening the door, and I knew was time.

That big muscular athletic roommate of mine came walking in to get ready for his track practice. I stood there next to the worn sneakers, each one big enough to build two houses in. Erik came over and sat on foot of the bed above where the sneakers where. His enormous feet still in skater shoes came crashing down on either side of me, shaking the ground. He began using his feet to push the sneakers off. As he did that I was hit with warm, rank, smelly, steamy air from his socked feet as they pulled out off the shoes. I was already sporting a huge boner. The huge shoes came crashing down sounding like a demolition.  Then he reached down and pulled his wet manly socks off, exposing his thick, masculine, moist, and strong, size 14 feet. I ran forward to his toes, and pressed up against the front of his big toe on his left foot.

As I looked up I remembered how small those pills made me, I couldn't even see up over the curve of the front of his toe. Because I couldn't see, I didn't know that Erik had discovered that he had no more clean socks, so he figured he'd just use the same ones he had worn all day. His foot began to rise, as I grabbed and held on for the ride. He began slipping the warm, wet, extra-large sock over his foot. Almost instantly I realized that this was no clean sock as the foot odor around me suddenly became much MUCH stronger. As he finished pulling the sock on the cloth caught me and pulled me along under his manly, huge sole. I thought to myself "wee, this is gonna be fun." He put on the other sock, and then came the sports-shoes.

Erik put the right one on first, then the came the left. I felt movement I looked up at the thick sole above me. Things began to get darker as the foot entered the shoe. The air around me pressed out at huge jock foot took its place, and the sweaty sock became stuck to his sole with me in-between. He laced up the cross-trainers, got up and walked off to practice.

This is what I had been yearning for and entire week. His huge manly foot pressing down on me as he walked, crushing me, this little ant-sized man, under his foot with the weight of his body. The rolling continued for quite a while, and the sweat from his immense foot began to build up as well. The space under his sole became wet with jock-foot sweat. I laid back and enjoyed it as his foot continued to crash down on me in the wet, wet, and manly smelling environment. SQUISH, SQUSIH, SQUISH…. it was great.

Suddenly the steady pounding stopped, and became much more erratic. I wasn't sure, but I assumed he was stretching for the practice. The shifting of the humungous size-14 jock-foot above me continued for a few more minutes, then subsided. I thought it was just going to be some mild practicing, and maybe a little jogging, but little did I know what Erik was preparing to do. On top of being an accomplished baseball player, he was also an excellent runner. He positioned himself at the beginning of the track, the long-distance track that is, a track that wound around part of the campus and was almost 2 miles long. I laid there excited about what was going to happen, with my dick stiff and ready. He knelt down and prepared to take off.

Erik took off running like a bullet. Oh my god it was intense, I was not prepared for this. His humungous, sweaty, manly sole pounding down on me with immense speed and force. BOOM, BOOM, BOOM, BOOM, BOOM, BOOM, BOOM, his immense foot crashed down on my naked form under his sole. If I thought the sweat was bad last time I was under here, I was wrong. Strong smelling jock-sweat, poured out of both his big feet. I was swirling in a churning sea of warm, manly sweat that reeked of his foot odor. I began breathing hard as I was rubbed and pressed into the wet sole above me. I couldn't help buy be in orgasmic heaven. I felt like my cock was going to start moaning as heavily as I was. I began to scream "OH GOD YYYEEEESS, AAAAAAWWWWWW" as I jizzed under his rolling crushing foot. It was terrific, but Erik was nowhere near the end of the track, only about half way. His foot continued its rapid crushing descent on me, crushing me, squishing me, rubbing me, and drenching me in his smelly foot sweat.

It went on, and on, and on. After about 15 minutes, of trying to keep my senses in there, I began yelling his name, ERIK! ERIK!, hoping for mercy. There was no relief, how could he even know I was down here, under one of his huge feet, getting crushed under all of his massive weight. I tried moving around to maybe another place under his foot where the pounding wasn't so bad, but I couldn't. The environment in his shoe was so violent with the footfalls that I couldn't even control where I was going. I was swirled around in his collecting sweat, BOOM, BOOM, BOOM; my body was tired of all the rubbing by his slippery sole.

Finally he came to the end of the track, where he had begun. Walking over to the drinking fountain, Erik stopped and started gulping down water. I was still there under his big manly foot; almost submerged in sweat, happily it was over. He sat down on a bench by the fountain and propped his feet up as he laid across it. I felt gravity start pulling me down the length of his sole, which was drenched with sweat; it was kind of like being on a slow erotic water slide. As I passed the mid-point along the bottom of his huge foot, he brought his feet closed to them and began untying his shoes to air out his feet. He popped the other shoe off first, then the one I was in. Then came the super-wet socks. He took the other one off exposing his right foot, which was slightly pink and dripping with sweat, then the one I was under. He peeled it off slowly exposing it, his left foot like the right was slightly pink and dripping with sweat, and both were almost steaming with heat and REEKED of feet. He looked up and down the length of his right sole, then the left, making sure there were no cases of athlete's foot (there weren't). I was lying there lying on his sole squirming around, trying to get my senses back. I looked up and felt terror run through me. Erik had spotted a little speck on the sole of his huge size-14 foot. It was I of course. I yelped as one of his bus-sized fingers pressed into his sole right next to me. His finger came up to me and pressed me into his beefy sole, and rose up with me now stuck to the tip covered in foot sweat. He brought me close to his eyes and looked hard. I could see the expression on his face turn when he realized who I was.

That's when we both said in unison "OH FUCK"

I was terrified, and he was puzzled. Erik didn't know how anyone could get so small. He brought me even closer to one of his eyes and stared hard at my naked body, it was difficult for him to make out any detail but he did notice one little thing, my rock hard cock.

That's when his puzzlement turned to fury. He began asking questions quietly so that no one else around him would think he was loosing his mind. To him it was quiet; to me the vibrations of his voice shook me to my bones. He exclaimed, "what the hell happened to you, what the fuck were you doing stuck to the bottom of my foot, and is that an erection you got there?" He knew there was no way he could hear me, so he must have already known the answers. That's when he exclaimed, "fine you like my feet, here you go dude!"

Erik took the finger I was on and brought it down to his foot. He hadn't even made contact with it and I could already smell its odor. He placed his finger and me in the space between his big and second toe. The smell was rank; I can only describe it as the "true" essence of a jocks foot. The space was slimy with jock sweat and sock crud. He rubbed me around in it face down. Erik must have been mad as hell; he furiously rubbed and pressed me into the slimy, sweaty place between his huge athletic toes. To other people who happened to see him it looked only as if he was massaging his feet after a long run, but in reality it was revenge on me (I liked it, but don't tell him that). After doing that for about a minute, he brought me back up to his face and said, "you know my team mates, don't you? Well just wait till they get a hold of you!" With that he stuck me back between his toes in athletic jock-foot crud and slipped his socks and shoes back on.

I was terrified of what might become of me as his massive toes around me began moving. He was wiggling them, just to make sure that I knew that he was going to play rough. I was tossed and turned by the IMMENSE toes on his huge foot. By the time he stopped wiggling them and started walking, I had become covered in smelly jock-sock crud. The environment between his toes was hot and wet. It would lift up then….BOOOOM! It would pound down, and the toes on either side of me would squish together with me in-between. I was not enjoying the experience nearly as much this time; I was more worried about what was going to happen to me. That's when Erik decided to be particularly cruel. He had come to a flight of about 5 stairs, but instead of walking down them, he leapt over all 5 and landed down at the bottom with all his weight. He knew it must have been torture for me to experience that at my size in-between his toes. And it was, his toes smashed around me as a pool of his foot sweat bubbled up from his sock around me, and the rumbling shock felt strong enough to open the Grand Canyon.The walking didn't last much longer; he was meeting a bunch of the guys from the baseball team at the nearby student fitness center.

He walked inside and looked around for them. He found them all coming into the locker room after working out. Erik greed them all and sat down on a bench with them. At first just making conversation, then after about a minute he exclaimed "Hey guys, there's something I want you to see." He began taking off his shoes, as the other guys made noises and said, "whoa dude your feet reek, put those shoes back on!!" He then slipped his socks off, and spread his toes. He stuck his big meaty finger in-between the two toes he left me between, scooped me out and help me up with sock lint all around me. The other guys just looked at him like he was insane, one of the other jocks just said, "so, you need to wash your feet a little better when you shower after practice?" Erik just looked up at him and yelled, "Shut up! My feet are just fine, or at least my little friend here seems to like them." That's when the other guys began to look really hard at the contents on the tip of his index finger. They saw something, an ant? No, it was a guy! Not just any guy, but me.

Erik explained to them where he found me and that I had a boner. The other guys started laughing and chuckling at me. Erik then looked at Jason and said, "what size shoes do you wear Jason?"

Jason replied, " Size 15 why?"

"Ill show you, just take off one of your sneakers and socks, then prop it up here" he said pointing to the bench. So Jason took off his right shoe and jock-sweat soaked sock and landed his huge masculine youthful foot down on the bench with a thud. Erik then said, "watch, I bet he likes this" as he took me on his finger and pressed me into Jason's still slimy and moist jock-sole. He began pushing me up and down, rubbing me around. I looked forward as the thick, pungent smelling gigantic size 15 sole that I was being rubbed around on began to crinkle as Jason's toes flexed. My dick was rubbing into it as well, that friction along with the intoxicating odor of his feet got me hot and hard. Then Erik pulled his finger and me away from Jason's foot, and held me up. The other guys got really close, trying not to breath through their noses to avoid the rancid foot odor that I had been covered in. They saw that I was sporting a hard-on and started chuckling again. One said, "Damn fag likes our feet! Well, he can see all of ours!" another jock proclaimed, "to hell with feet, we need to teach this guy that its nasty to like guys, I think I know how I can do that" while looking down at his bulging jock strap. Erik took his finger and cleaned me, as well as all the foot crud off into one of his socks on the ground. I sat there looking around at all their immensely gigantic legs and feet around me while they discussed things do with me.

I sat there on Erik's sweat-soaked athletic sock nervously waiting for these gigantic cocky athletes to make their next move. I tried to stand up, but my super-tiny body was suck to the cloth with the all the toe and foot crud from Erik and Jason's Feet. I looked around. It was an intimidating sight, all those huge, strong, smelly pairs of feet, and all of them belonging to building sized young jocks. I was nervous from not knowing what they were going to do next, but at the same time turned-on. All those feet were so huge and sweaty. Deep down I did want to explore them all inch by inch, or should I say yard by yard.

Up above me they were still discussing what to do with me. Finally they decided that they were going to take turns during the day teaching me my lesson, and regroup that evening at the baseball game their team was playing in. Then the conversation turned to who would get me first. It seemed they all wanted a chance with me. After a few minutes of discussion they finally decided it would be Kevin. I heard his name but had never seen him before, and since at my level the only thing I could see was feet, there was no way to tell. I looked across the landscape of jock-feet looking for a pair to start moving. Then I saw them, a huge pair. I wasn't sure what size they were, but I knew I'd find out soon enough. I looked up as his calves flexed as his enormous muscular and tan body rose high into the air. I looked way, way up, this guys was huge, probably about 6'5" in normal height. And he had a tan muscular body that would make any guy jealous, not to mention his handsome and face with its chiseled features.

The ground started shaking as he walked over toward Erik's sock with me still on it. He stopped right in front of the sock and me. I looked forward at his intimidating toes, obviously still wet with sweat. I followed his body up, and up to his face. I had to crane my head way back. Kevin looked down at the little speck on the sock, which was me, and said, "So ya like out feet huh? Dude, get ready cause here mine come." He lifted one foot off the ground, and held it up at knee height, aiming his sole right over me. I looked up at it, it was absolutely perfect, totally proportional, and had big beefy toes. Then he said, "Oh dude, in case you're wondering I wear a size 16, and here it is."

Things began to move in slow motion as I watched his sole descend on me from above; it came down closer and closer. I ended up under the ball of his foot as it slammed down right on top of me. It landed with a low rumbling boom that shook the earth. I was pressed into the bottom of his foot. It was warm, and had a pungent athletic smell too it. Then it lifted from the ground leaving me still on the sock. He took one of his feet and placed it down on the sock next to me, holding it firmly in place. Kevin this took his other foot and brought his toes right down to me. He slightly spread his big and second toe, releasing and even stronger foot odor. He brought his toes and placed them on either side of me, pinched them together, and pulled me from the sock. He moved his foot over a pair of black rubber flip-flops; the kind lifeguards wear, and released me. I fell and bounced onto the rubbery surface. Kevin reached down and picked-up the whole sandal. I was held down with the force of being lifted so quickly, and then dropped as he set it on the bench. Next Kevin reached forward into his locker and pulled out a bar of surfboard wax. He brought it over the huge sandal and knocked me out of the way with his finger. He pressed the bar and rubbed it hard, depositing a thick layer of wax on the rubbery surface. Then I was picked up by the tip of his finger, and transported above the wax and dropped onto it. Landing with a bounce, I ended up right in the area were the arch and the ball of the foot meet. His finger rolled me over onto my back and pressed me into the soft wax. Kevin rubbed his huge, tough finger over my front and my dick until the wax was pressed all around me, holding me in place. The sensation of his massive thick finger rubbing my dick got me stiff.  I couldn't look in any direction except for up from that point. The flip-flop was picked up and set onto the ground next to the other. He slipped the other one on first, and then I looked up as an immensely gigantic size-16 jock foot took its place over the foot ware and me. It came down with me right between his second and third toes. I looked up as it began to slide forward to take its final place. I could tell he was doing it slowly on purpose to add dramatic effect. I yelped as I felt his sole come into contacts with my super-stiff dick. It felt electric as his huge moist, and warm sole continued pushing along rubbing my cock-head without mercy. It came over my face and obscured my vision, all I could see was the bottom of this jocks powerful foot. Kevin stood up and said, "Nick, meet me back here in two hours, and then you can have him," as he began walking away.

His foot started pounding down on me, shaking the earth with a deep rumble. Rubbing my exposed dick under his sole. He got outside, and it was obvious that it was well into spring. It was probably over 90 degrees outside, and boy did Kevin sweat. I told you I was stuck under the area where his arch meets the ball of his foot, so I would get crushed under the weight of his entire body as his foot rubbed hard and furiously against my cock. Then as the foot I was under would rise to take the next step, light and warm air would flood in as his heel separated from the sandal, allowing me to clearly see the bottom of his increasingly sweaty foot before it would SLAM down on me again, crushing the life out of me and keeping my dick stimulated to the point where it was tingling. It went on for about 7 more minutes when Kevin got to a cross walk and had to wait for the light to change. While waiting, he wanted to make sure I knew that he knew I was still there, even though he couldn't feel me. He began rubbing his foot up and down, from heel to toe, and then back again. He kept he foot pressed down hard as he rubbed his parking lot sized foot on me. Up and down up and down, my dick was so stimulated that I couldn't even tell what it was feeling, it just had an intensely horny feel too it. Then he took as brake from the rubbing to stomp his foot a couple of times, as if he leg were asleep. BOOM, BOOM, his foot slammed down onto me, forcing his salty foot-sweat into my mouth. Kevin began rubbing again, up and down, up and down. Harder and harder, it rubbed on my body, my face, and my cock. My entire world was the size-16 sole of a cocky, young, and athletic jock, as it pressed down onto me with unimaginable force and rubbed harder, and HARDER. I tried grunting and moaning, but it was difficult because a thin layer of his sweat had formed under his foot, almost downing me. Harder and harder he rubbed his foot, finally, my body started trying to quiver and thrash around as my orgasm approached, but couldn't due to being stuck in the wax. It just made the experience that much more intense, as his foot began moving forward, hard and heavy, my dick shot out a wad of cum. The light he was waiting for turned, and he stopped rubbing and crossed the street.

Kevin's foot began crashing down on me again continuously as he walked to his class. Eventually he entered the building his class was in. I managed to free my head just slightly because the wax I was trapped in began to soften from the warmth of his foot. I looked over to the side. I could see the outside world from under his foot at it would rise up as his walked along. It was would be dark and warm, then a space between the sandal and his sole would form as his foot raised, allowing me too see along the huge area under his foot.

Outside the world would move up and down, and I could see the shoes and sandals of other people as they walked by. The view would only last for a second before his foot would move forward and crash down, rolling from his heel down to his toes, on top of me. Kevin walked into his class, and sat down. I laid there wondering how I could have ever been foolish enough to get myself into this. I just stayed there was my face pressed into his sole, forced to inhale what little air there was, which reeked as it was. Every now and then, he would shift the position of his body above me, and as a result, the sole above me would move and rub on me.

After about two hours of being trapped there, his class was over and it was time for him to head back to the locker room and the student athletic center, to give me to Nick. As he was putting his stuff away, his pen rolled off his desk then down the aisle. He got out of his seat, and knelt down to get it, which caused his body to rise up on his toes. Light and air flooded in, as his heel rose high up off the rubber flip-flop. I looked out; I could see the giant desks around me. Below me a huge plane of black rubber, which was wet with foot sweat. Above me I saw his huge sole from the ball of his foot, all the way to his heel, as it rose up high into the sky. Kevin then stood up, I watched as his sole began rolling back down as his foot came back into contact with the entire sandal. It landed down with a thud, shaking me to the bone. The pressure increased as he stood up, then walked off again. Heel-toe, Heel-toe, Heel-toe, I thought it would be more of the same, like the ride to his class. Along the way, he stopped in the men's restroom, went into a stall, and closed the door. The huge foot that I had become so familiar with, slid away from me with tremendous speed as he removed his sandal. He brought the sandal up to his face, and looked for me. I was still there, a tiny little speck pressed into the wax he had put there. Kevin looked at me like I was just a bug and asked, "Did you have fun? …I hope you don't mind the foot odor; after all you got to meet my feet right after I had football practice. Well don't worry, I was thinking while in class for places to put you on our way back, can you guess where I decided." Kevin looked down at his crotch was a smirk. The same big meaty finger that trapped me here, pressed up below me, pushing and breaking up the wax. I was free! I stretched and moved around, enjoying the freedom.

Before I could do too much, I say him put his hand down to his shorts and open them up. That's when he said, "Dude, I hope you don't mind, I'm still wearing my jock strap from football practice I had this morning." The sandal moved closer to him, as he put the its heel right up in front of his abs. The surface began to tilt downward, pointing directly into his open shorts and jock strap. I looked down at his exposed dick, it was MASSIVE, even soft it was intimidating. 

Finally I began to slide down along the sole of the black flip-flop, slipping in his residual sweat. It was a long slide to go down, I mean come on; size 16 isn't exactly small. I reached the edge at the heel, and went flying off. I was air-born for a few moments as I looked down at my new destination. I landed in his pubic hair and fell though it till I landed with a thud on the top of his dick.

Looking forward, I saw the size marker for his athletic supporter on the waistband "XXL." The world around me began getting darker as his jock strap snapped back into place, and his shorts zipped up. The environment around me started moving and I knew he was walking again.

It was warm and moist there. The air had a musty athletic smell to it, even though it was dark, the scent of this man kept me reminded of where I was. The skin on immense cock was moist and slightly slippery. I grabbed his massive package to adjust his manhood. Doing that caused his dick beneath me to move violently. I lost my footing and began to slide down the top of his cock. I grabbed onto one of the rope-like public hairs and tried to hold onto it. As he continued walking in the heat outside, his crotch began to get moist and sweaty. A drop of sweat form up on his pubic area and ran down a bunch of hairs, including the one I was holding onto. It hit me and made the pubic hair I was holding onto very slippery. I lost my grip and fell down the length of his dick and slipped over the head and ended up right in front of his piss slit which was bigger then me.

Beneath me I felt the wetness of residual piss that must have leaked out of his cock after taking a leak. Kevin continued walking along the sidewalk when he spotted a blonde bimbo ahead of him. He quickened his pace and caught up with her. As he walked up beside her and looked at her body he began to get hard. I was getting a first hand experience of what happens when a hormone crazed young jock gets turned on. His dick swelled in front of me pushing me up into the space of his piss-slit. As his dick raised up, I began to slip into it slowly falling in. When I got to the point where I slipped in past my head, his dick swelled around me, pumping me out with a huge glob of pre-cum. Outside, he asked her if she would go out with him, and she turned him down saying "sorry, I don't date jocks." This made him mad, then he realized he was sporting a hard-on and knew I must have been enjoying myself and down there, and he couldn't have that. Kevin reached down and squeezed his crotch tight, pressing me into his giant, rock-hard penis. I was totally turned on, being pressed into an enormous jocks dick, covered in his pre-cum.

Kevin finally got back to the student center, and went into the men's locker room. Nick was there, ready and waiting for me. He was excited to get his turn with me, but he only had an hour before I would get passed off to another member of the team. Kevin opened up his shorts and jock strap, and his huge cock came springing out with me on it.

Kevin looked down at his dick trying to find me. I was there a little speck, stuck to his cock-head in pre-cum. That's when Nick exclaimed, "whoa, you like torturing him that much?!" To which Kevin replied "no, some bimbo did it to me. Well here he is, make sure he suffers." He took me and scooped me off his dick with a fingertip.

Kevin shook me off of his finger into his palm. I landed in his huge hand as the huge landscape of skin shifted and folded as he moved it. He told Nick to hold his hand out. Kevin cupped his hand and tilted it over Nicks. A slide-like crevice formed around me as I began sliding down it face first across his hand. I slid out and off his hand, into Nicks palm. He raised me up and looked at the tiny dot that was my body and said, "wow, he is insignificant, isn't he!"

Kevin just replied, "yep, do whatever you want with him" with that he turned and walked out. Nick just looked at me and said, "shit, all of us are going to make you suffer for violating Erik like that." With that I knew I was in for something rough with him.

To be continued...