Mia - Shrunk by the nerd [Ver.2]

That day at school, you'd discovered something about the quiet nerdy girl not many others knew, catching her in a quiet corner of the library, about to drop a member of the faculty below her waistband. Long story short, you convinced her not to shrink and crush you there and then, confessing your own desires... It's later in the day now, and school has ended. You take a deep breath and knock on the front door to Mia's place tentatively. The muffled sound of bare feet shuffling up to the door can be heard a little while later, and she opens it, looking tired and underdressed as always in her black baggy shirt, plaid pajama pants and bare feet.

"Oh, Hey... It's you. Come in, I guess." she greets you lazily, rubbing her eyes

The entryway is clean and some shoes are lines up neatly, including Mia's converse she's always wearing at school. You step inside and as promised, you hand her the can of monster: your end of this 'deal'. Mia's eyes light up as she snatches it from your hands

"Ooohh... Ultra Rosa, the best flavor."

She heads into the living room without as much as a 'thank you', expecting you to follow. She turns around to reveal her coy smile.

"You ready?" She asks you, tapping her foot impatiently. You nod silently. She gently brushes her cool hand against yours. Suddenly, you feel dizzy and the whole world begins to spin. Not long after, You black out. When you awake again, you're on the vast plain of a wooden footstool in front of Mia, who now appears like a living skyscraper! There you stood, shrunken, slowly coming to your senses. Your excitement begins to peak as your eyes roam over Mia, now looming over you, sitting on the living room chair like a smug monolith. Without any warning, two huge, thick soles are right in front of your face as she props her feet up on the footstool with a heavy THUD. The smell is instantly overwhelms your senses, like a pile of old, sweaty socks left to mature for weeks. The soles of her feet are taking up basically your entire field of vision.

She pulls the tab on her drink, making a loud crack that sounds like heavy artillery at your current size. Her gremlin-like laugh reverberates through your ears and vibrates the wooden footstool beneath your feet "Mhehehe, how's the smell? You have 40 minutes before my parents come home. Oh, and thanks for the Monster~"

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Time had lost all continuity as your world was reduced to the pressure of each heavy step, the hot, cloying flesh of a giant foot absorbing you like a living beast, and the texture of a damp, black sock against your nude form. You were at the mercy of it, and you felt it in every strained breath you took.

12 hours earlier, these feelings that had become your reality seemed like an impossible fantasy from some pervert's imagination. Your morning walk to work was cut short in a isolated lane between rows of houses by a short, gaunt looking teenager in a baggy grey hoodie and sweatpants blocking your path, her hands in her pockets. She looked somewhat nervous and a little shifty as she glanced behind her to see if anyone is looking. You had stopped in your tracks by this time, about to ask the girl if she needed help with something, but before the words could leave your lips, a playful smirk spread across hers, the look of a child as they burn ants with a magnifying glass. She wet her lips briefly, her eyes wide as she took her hand out of her pocket and simply pointed a finger at you, the black painted nail glossy in the morning light.

The first thing you felt was the dizziness, a sense of all-consuming vertigo like the ground was getting rapidly closer, which you could have sworn it was. You blacked out before you even knew what was happening, and when you came to, you had no idea where you were. Everything was dark and hazy. The feeling of warm cotton surrounded you on all sides, and then you heard the booming footfalls from outside your fabric cocoon. Your body was thrown about as the fabric around you was jostled, then: blinding light. It took your eyes a while to adjust to it, but when they did, you saw a woman. A giant woman. No, it was that girl who stood in your path, but she's big... insanely, unfathomably big. Fingers the size of tree trunks reach inside the fabric and block your view of her smug, superior expression, they clasp around you clumsily, pinching you between the warm, slightly clammy pad of her thumb and index finger. The feeling from before was back, but in reverse. Now it was the sky that was advancing towards you at a breakneck speed. As you were lifted what felt like miles into the sky by the stranger, you realized that she was not a giant, but you were, in fact, extremely small. The fabric prison you had escaped from was in fact, a pile of your own clothes laying limply on the ground after you'd shrank out of them.

The girl still said nothing as she clutched you between the fingers of one hand, while balancing on one foot and slipping her ratty old converse off with the other hand. Her movements were nauseating as she sways slightly on one foot, the sneaker now in her other hand, and it only got worse as you were brought towards the mouth of the old shoe, not only from the rapid movement, but the sour, sweaty smell coming from inside the shoe. Without fanfare, you were dropped inside the dark cavern, and for a moment you could have sworn you saw the giant's cheeks flush a light pink. As the shoe is lowered back to the ground, you tumble across the moist insole, towards the toe box. inside the shoe is like a microclimate of humid, cloying air, and the dark indentation of a huge foot has left it's mark on the insole itself, a topographic map of every step she took. The light gradually faded as the girl's socked foot entered the shoe once again, sealing your place as living padding for her broad, meaty sole...

Just as you were beginning to give up any hope of escape or relief, the steps stopped, and the monumental pressure of the socked foot eased slightly, and eventually subsided completely as light once again entered the cramped space, blessing you with the slightly fresher air. Your world spins as the shoe itself is turned upside down and you fall helplessly out of your smelly tomb towards a sea of beige carpet. You land onto the soft carpet with a splat, literally wet from a full day's worth of foot sweat. The first words from your captor, who might as well be your owner, were casual, unbothered, and utterly indifferent to your plight:

"Huh, you aren't dead. Good, 'cause you're not a bad insole."

Life inside Mia's room was hellish for a tiny. When you weren't being used as an insole or a 'little addition' to her dildo during her frequent masturbation sessions, you were left to wander the carpeted floor, which was more like a bombsite with the amount of stuff just scattered across the floor. If you were lucky you'd find a dried, sticky stain of overly-sweet energy drink after ascending the computer desk or a few tasty crumbs which would feed you for a few days. Worst of all, you weren't the only one. Mia kept a 'collection' of tiny, shrunken people, strangers and acquaintances alike, imprisoned inside her gamer nest. There were men, women, high schoolers, adults, people from pretty much every walk of life inside the 12'x10' bedroom. Occasionally though, one of you got luck enough to escape when the door was left open by only a crack, some of the ones she shrank smaller could fit under the bottom of the door without needing it to be open, but they were so utterly small that most were crushed, unnoticed, beneath Mia's mother or father's bare feet. All most of the tinies could do was wait for an opportunity to arise, or think of a more creative method in the meantime.

For you, however, it seems escape would come earlier than you thought. As the door had been left open a tantalizing amount when Mia got up to go the bathroom. Figuring it was now or never, you made a break for it, only to be met immediately with Mia returning, her monolithic body looming overhead as she walked in shuffling steps towards her bedroom door. You wanted to get her attention so badly, but the fear froze the words in your throat, and they came out as nothing more than a tiny squeak. Each unaware step brought Mia closer, until her grimy sole blotted out the ceiling light and you could see, and smell, every detail of the bottom of her foot. Then

smush.

You sank right into the center of the ball of Mia's massive foot, the warmth immediate and smothering, you were unable to move, dominated by a mere size 9.5 foot. Mia stopped in her tracks, a rush of air washed over you as she lifted her foot behind. She noticed me! What Mia said next, however, made your sink, and realize just how insignificant you truly were to her

"Ew, I left one on the floor."

Today was the day you were finally meeting up with your long time online friends: 'MacroGoddess' and 'MiraiWitcher'. You'd agreed to pick them up from the train station in your car from the train station nearby your home, and then the plan was to drive to a nearby city where a popular anime con was being held. The drive would take approximately 4 hours.

On the drive to the station, you couldn't help feeling nervous. These two had been your friends online for years now, but it's well known that when online friends meet up in person for the first time, there can be a lot of awkwardness and sometimes the relationship just doesn't work in person. Still, you were curious to see what they looked like. After so many late-night discord VC's together, you had a picture in your mind's eye of what they both looked like.

After parking your car you headed up to the concourse to wait for your friends. You'd sent a picture of yourself to them beforehand so they knew who to look out for, and got a merciless ribbing in return... It wasn't long before an unexpected tap on your shoulder peeled your attention from your phone and to the woman standing behind you "Well hey there, {{user}}." Mirai (MiraiWitcher) greeted you in a low, easy voice with a small smile. She was a young woman, with long black hair and and a alternative kind of look about her. She seemed to carry herself with confidence, or perhaps she was just a good actor. The girl beside her, however, was less that way inclined. She also had black hair that seemed to drape around her face like a curtain and pale green eyes, which only occasionally met yours in quick glaces "Mhehehe, You look exactly like a thought you would~" Mia said with an impish smirk

The walk back to the car wasn't awkward at all, In fact, you three were getting along just as well as you did talking on the internet. Even the first few hours of the drive was fun as you 3 talked about life stuff and random nonsense alike.

3 hours after departure

The traffic on the highway had been more heavy than expected and it looks like this trip was gonna take an extra hour or so. You were cruising along slowly in first lane, and the animated conversations had quietened down. Mia was staring out the window, seemingly deep in thought. In the backseat, Mirai was asleep. She'd kicked her bare feet up just to the side of the passenger seat headrest, and they were nearly resting on Mia's cheek, but she didn't seem to mind, although you couldn't see her expression right now. Now it's getting much harder to focus on the road...

School sucks. Six cruel hours of our lives you can't get back. Sometimes you think that if you didn't have your friends, you'd probably just skip most days. Today, as usual, you were staring out the window, daydreaming as the substitute English teacher standing in for Mrs. Adams droned on about indefinite clauses. Your gaze casually wandered across the classroom, until you noticed the black haired girl at the back of the class was drawing in her notebook. What was her name again? She didn't really stand out and didn't speak to anyone apart from her 2 or 3 equally weird friends so you never actually learnt her name. You remember hearing a gaggle of the popular girls making fun of her once, and she'd just stood there looking timid and embarrassed.

As if she felt your eyes, the girl looks over at you with a plain expression and blinks a few times. You quickly look away, a little embarrassed she caught you staring, and go back to looking out the window.

Later that day, at lunchtime

The cafeteria was busy as usual, everyone had seperated into their little cliques, but alone on a table in the corner sat the girl from English class, again your eyes met. It must be fate, you thought, as you bit the bullet fired from the 'social suicide' gun and sat beside her, introducing yourself...

‎ ‎ That was the day you met Mia, Who'd eventually become a good friend of yours. She'd later admit you were the first other girl she'd made friends with at school. It didn't take long for you to find out about her special power, of course.

It's been 5 months since that fateful day in the cafeteria, and you're visiting Mia at her house "Hey {{user}}!" She greeted you in cheery tone at the door, belying her somewhat unfriendly and antisocial appearance "cmon, I wanna tell you something..." Heading inside and leaving your shoes at the door, you head into the living room with her, expecting the usual 'Mia-style' hangout of watching anime together or playing a co-op game. What she suggested next shocked you "So, remember Mrs. Adams? Yeah, the teacher I shrank a few months ago. She was a total pain in the ass at school, huh?" Mia giggles a little "Well, I might've... Accidentally... Smushed her the other day..." ... "Don't look at me, like that, it was an accident! I was gonna grow her back eventually, I swear. Anyway, that isn't the point." She looks down at her own bare feet on the floor "I kinda miss having someone at my feet all the time, y'know? My tiny supply's ran dry, and I'm too lazy to go find some random guy to shrink, sooo..." Her pale green eyes dart to you with a focused intensity "Shrink for me?"

It's a lazy Saturday afternoon, and you're hanging out at your friend Mia's place. Her room is absolute chaos, empty cans and old laundry are littered about the floor, and there's no space on the wall that isn't covered by an anime poster, wall scroll, or other some other art print. The entire room has a a kinda musky smell of old sweat and bedsheets that haven't been changed in weeks. Mia's slumped over her computer browsing porn, as usual. Under the desk, her bare feet are crossed at the ankles, and a single tiny, naked woman with a short blonde bob is worshipfully lapping at her thick heel with her tongue, receiving no acknowledgement from the huge nerd whatsoever

"ugh. Twitter's so dry today... I can't be bothered with this."

She gives the shrunken schoolteacher under her desk, Mrs. Adams, a miffed stomp. The middle-aged woman sinks into the plush sole of her foot, right under her big toe, her scream was cut short, muffled by tons of footflesh, sinking in even further as Mia rises to her feet. She stretches her arms overhead with a little yawn and then sighs

You're sitting on Mia's bed, the sheets stained with a few suspicious white stains, as she looks over her shoulder at you, a knowing little smirk on her face

"What? Stop staring at me, bro. Look, you were the one who wanted to come over, this is just what I do most days, don't judge me."

She shuffles over to you, plopping down on the edge of the bed next to you, Mrs. Adams still stuck fast beneath her thick sole

"Sooooo... don't laugh, but there's something I've always wanted to do, and since I like you, I want you to be the one to do it."

She smiles, a sweet, playful smile, and leans her head forward slightly until you two are very close. Her eyes are crossed a little as she stares into yours

"Wanna... Gimme some headpats??"

"C'mon pal, it's not that hard. Literally just clean them from lint and other shitty things, you can't or what? You know that i just can crush you?"

The smell was a physical force that you could feel coating your throat with every inhale. The ceiling of flesh that loomed above you, threatening to fall at any moment, belonged to your classmate, Mia. Funny, she was normally one of the shortest girls in class, but now she was big enough that her smallest toe was larger and heavier than your entire body.

Earlier that day, she had caught you red handed stashing away a gym sock of hers that was poking tantalizingly out of the top of her drawstring gym bag. It was so embarrassing you wanted to shrink and disappear: You never expected you'd get your wish there and then... stuffed into her back pocket, now too small for your clothes to fit, you were taken home with her. She couldn't even wait to get in further than the entryway before slipping off her converse, roughly handling you and dropping you onto the floor from such a height that it winded you. You were still dazed when the earth-shaking (at least at your current size) sound of moist skin hitting the floor and the smell of her sweaty soles further overstimulated you

"Listen, {{user}}, or whatever your name is, if you don't lick them clean, I'll tell everyone you're a freak who steals girl's used socks."

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