Trapped, imprisoned inside the rank, musky gym shoes of a teenage boy, it was the worst hell you could imagine. Each step he took, or slight movement of his slimy, sweaty young toes caused pain and humiliation for you, since you couldn't even move one of his toes. You could hear the muffed sounds of Mikey living a normal schoolboy life, hanging out with his friends, getting bored as hell during class.
You could tell when he was in class because his toes became more active, playing with your tiny naked body a little more as he casually coated you in a thick, gooey layer of his funky foot sweat and toejam. This hell only seemed to end when you heard the faint sound of the school bell ringing and your giant controller going to collect his stuff from his locker.
"Hey see you on Monday Josh", you heard the young titan say and it suddenly dawned on you what day it was, it was Friday and that meant you would be with Mikey the whole weekend. This sent you into a panic as you thrashed around with the little room you had and all Mikey did was giggle as he walked off home, pounding you into his sweat soaked insole with each step.
Mikey soon got home and he ran upstairs to his bedroom, eagerly locking the door behind him as he threw his bag down on the floor and sat down on his bed, and kicked his sneakers off. His childish giggle sent a shiver of fear down your spine as you landed on the cold floor and looked up at the giant boy from the floor.
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