Courtney pulls you out of her purse, and sets you on her bed.
"Don't go anywhere, I'll be right back!" Courtney says gleefully, before running out of her bedroom. The first thought that pops into your head is to run away, and hide. But that may not be such a good idea, as you are in her house. Where would you go? Does she have pets? Running into a dog at your size would probably get you eaten, so the safest bet might be staying with Courtney, as disgusting and degrading as that idea is. But before you can really decide, your decision is made for you, as she really meant it when she said she was going to be right back. Courtney bursts back into her room and closes the door, and you groan when you see what she brought into the room with her. Her track shoes.
Courtney brings the shoes over to the bed, and she looks down on you, an evil smile creeping across her face.
"You know, Doctor Smith, this could be really fun. My track shoes smell so horrible, that they can stink up an entire room after I take my feet out of them." Courtney giggles. And she is quite right. The smell coming from those sneakers is already getting strong to you, and because of your small size, it's evne worse than normal. You get a sudden feeling of vertigo ,as Courtney grabs you, and picks you up, and then drops you into her left shows. She tilts it, so that you roll down to the toe section, and you almost gag. The smell is the worst thing you've ever smelled, and the insole is damp and soggy, soaked from tons of sweat accumulated over the last few months. Suddenly, all light is blocked, as Courtney looks into the shoe at you.
"I'm about to go have lunch with my family, so I can't very well have you running off," Courtney says, "So I guess I'll just keep you in here while I'm gone. And to make sure you don't escape. . . "
Courtney grabs an old, dirty sock from the floor, and stuffs it into the opening of the show, blocking off any and all light, and leaving you trapped in her shoe with the smell of months worth of foot sweat. You curl up in a ball inside the imprint made by her big toe, and begin to cry. How could this be happening to you? Why couldn't Courtney just help you? Why did you even have to get that shrinking device? Now oyu are doomed to live out the rest of your life, however short it may be, to this girl, being a foot slave, and who knows, she could do more than that to you.
Hours pass, and you slowly start to become accustomed to the smell inside of the show. By no means do you like it, but it isn't as bothersome as it was when you were first placed into this prison, You wonder why Courtney isn't back yet, and what is in store for you when she returns. Finally, after another hour or so, you hear her bedroom door open and shut again. The shoe rumbles as her footsteps make the floor shake. The shoes is lifted up, bring the vertigo on once more, and the sock is pulled out. As light pours into the shoe, you squint, not used to it, as you've been in the dark for several hours. Courtney dumps you out onto her hand.
"Did you miss me, my pet," Courtney says, "I'm sorry I took so long, I just went for a two hour run! My feet REALLY stink now! and you get to lick them clean!"
"No Way! I Won't do it!" you yell angrilly at her, but then Courtney brings you right up to her face, and says in a menacing whisper, "If you don't, I'll find a worse way to torture you, one that will be much worse than licking my feet, you little brat, so you'll do as I say!"
And with that, Courtney places you down by her feet, and begins to wait. Her feet are glistening with sweat, and the smell coming from them is worse than the shows you were in. You deicde to. . . . ..
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