The girl stares at you with a smile. Her fingers curl over you, and a part of you thinks she’s about to return you to your mother.
Suddenly, her thumb and index finger wrap around your waist and she picks you up in a claw like grip. She brings you up to her face and she starts talking to you in a babylike voice.
Girl: “Aww, the little baby shrunken person is so cute. I think I’ll take you home with me.”
“N-no!! Please!! I’m not a-“
Your words caught in your throat as she lowered you back towards her rough disgusting foot and made you stare at her titanic wrinkled sole
Girl: “Don’t you worry little doll. I’ll take good care of you, I promise.”
As she speaks you get a good look at her giant foot at it looms above your tiny body. The stench is overwhelming. Your mom could never compare as she holds you firmly but gently in her toe grip.
Then, your fears come true as you feel the toes on this monster of a girl begin to close around you.
Girl: “Looks like you’re my new little pet! I’ll take you home with me and treat you right, I promise. You be a good insole for me and I’ll keep you happy. Don’t you worry.”
Her foot is still closing around you so you don’t dare try to struggle. This is the end for you.
What will you do as this girl carries you away from your mother? How will you convince her to let you go? Will you spend the rest of your days as this girl’s personal tiny doll? The college girl sees you as nothing more than a personal slave for her calloused feet
You're just a tiny little doll to this college girl. Just plaything for her feet. She loves the feeling of the power that her feet hold over you. She loves watching you squirm and cry from the stink and from being held in her grip. It is like a game to her.
Soon she begins to walk out of the office, taking you back to her dorm room. The place where you will spend the rest of your life as her tiny pet.
Your new master has put you in her pocket for safekeeping as she walks out of the office and towards her dorm. You want to ask what the hell is wrong with her.
But she is your new master. You do not feel like you can question her or defy her in any way. Hopefully you will just get used to life as a tiny doll. Or maybe there is time to convince her to let you free. You have to hope...
Your new master walks into her dorm and puts you down on her desk while she changes out of her clothes. You see that her shoes are now off and her feet are bare. They make you cringe as you see that her toenails are painted a nasty green. And the smell, you almost want to gag. It is disgusting to you, but the girl doesn't notice or care. She just talks to you, oblivious to your discomfort. As you look around, you can see that her room is a mess. Dirty laundry everywhere and food wrappers covering the floor.
As the gigantic older girl moves around her dorm, you frantically look for a way to escape. Each time her exhausted feet crash against the tile floor the slap of skin on tile floods your ears and reminds you where you’re going if you remain as her pet.
You look around, searching for a way to escape, but as you do so, the girl catches you looking.
Girl: “Aww, you’re worried I’m going to lose you. Don’t you worry. Here, take a whiff of this.”
She pulls off her dirty socks and sticks them in your face. The smell is beyond horrendous to you, and you gag at the stench.
Girl: “Aww, that made you gag. I love it. You’re so cute.”
It is beyond humiliating.
You back away from the sock, terrified she is planning on taking you for a run as her battered black and pink running shoes catch your eye.
Girl: “You don’t like my socks? Aww, I thought it might be fun for you to sniff. They smelled so strong I thought you’d love it.”
She looks at you, smiling. The stench from her socks is horrible. A mixture of sweat, blood and calluses. And she seems to be genuinely offended that you’re not thrilled by her smell.
Girl: “My shoes smell great too. Go on, take a whiff.”
You want to scream in disgust at the thought.
You struggle in her grip before she drops you inside the rancid shoe. The soles are dark brown where her toes and the ball of her foot would sit, and the entire sole feels sickeningly moist
“Aww, see, I told you that you’d like smelling my shoes. They’re amazing are they not?”
She leans in to look at you, smiling. Her feet smelled atrocious to you, but she loved the way they smelt. She would even stick her feet in your face. You felt like throwing up but you can’t. Your only choice is to sit here and accept the fate of being her little play thing. You didn’t feel like a human being, but an object.
She leaves you to suffer in the empty shoe while she works on homework. One of her sorority sisters walks in, and you hear your owner tell her that you are her insole.
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