Sophia slid headfirst down the dirty fabric, screaming all the way. This wasn’t at all how she’d expected this to go! This wasn’t fair! This was way too cruel of a joke even for Kevin - at least she hoped it was, in fact, a joke. Perhaps any moment now he’ll be sweet again and will let her out, while apologizing for scaring her with this... and, maybe, some time in the future she will end up giving his a foot rub, just to make up for all the occasions she refused to do so.
Instead, she felt him walking - the sock was swinging lightly back and forth. The smell in here was, without a doubt, nothing like she’s ever smelled before. It was a thick, heavy, sharp stench of old sweat, magnified at her scale so much that the air felt almost viscous; she could almost taste it. Sophia held onto the fabric, and felt the grime against her skin. The moment she’s out of this predicament, she would force him to throw these into the washing machine! Or, better yet, an incinerator.
Meanwhile, Kevin couldn’t get enough of the fact his miniaturized girlfriend was now but a doll trapped in his old sock. He strolled happily towards the living room, his bare soles slapping against the hardwood floors. He gave the sock a bit of a spin and was rewarded with a startled yelp from the inside. He grinned and did it again, this time making the sock go through a vertical 360 degree rotation. He could easily make out the silhouette of the girl pressed against the fabric by the centrifugal force.
He wanted to see her like this for such a long time - but couldn’t ever guess she’d do the hard part for him, entirely of her own volition. What was she thinking, he mused. Was this a romantic surprise? Or did she get truly interested in his kink? Regardless, he knew he was going to enjoy it.
He happily plopped down onto the couch in the living room and, without thinking for too long, started putting the sock back on.
Sophia was still trying to catch her breath from the roller coaster he’s out her through when light reached inside of the sock again. Her momentary relief quickly changed to horror as she realized he was putting the sock back on. Frozen with fear, Sophia watched the massive foot squeeze its way into the sock; the toes brushed lightly against her bare legs, then tummy, breasts, and, finally, face, allowing her momentarily take in the detailed picture of all the wrinkles, lint and dust on his sole. Then, the foot went all the way in, and Sophia found herself pressed against his warm, meaty, masculine sole, her face in the toe crevice, and most of her body along the length of his sole. She was trapped in this smelly darkness, and as she let a muffled scream into his sole, the only answer she heard was Kevin’s thunderous laugh.
He marveled at the way her fragile, delicate form felt against his sole; it was almost like she fit it perfectly, like her body molded to the underside of his foot. Kevin couldn’t contain a happy laugh. He slowly put his foot back on the ground and felt Sophia’s body compress a bit under his weight. She probably couldn’t take it, he thought, and released the pressure: he didn’t want to kill her, or cause her any harm, for that matter. Not yet, anyways.
He scrunche his toes, probing her facial features, and smiled again; the thought of her face being smothered by his toes fed into his arousal. There was a sense of rightness to all of this, a sense of belonging - that is, Sophia belonging where she was. He knew in that moment that he’d keep her small, because that was how it was supposed to be from the beginning.
“This is amazing, Sophia”, he spoke and rubbed her face with his toes again, then flexed his foot, feeling her body flexing along. “You fit there perfectly”.
He crossed his ankles, the leg with the sock trapping Sophia on top.
“This way, I can date someone I like more, and you can just be my little slave”, he mused. “As it’s supposed to be. Is that why you shrunk yourself?”
He didn’t really care for her answer.
“Kiss my foot while you’re in there”, he commanded confidently.