IN SHOE DIARIES
by Ziggy
It all began in September of 94. Timothy Schmetzelheimer, the son of a single
mother and youngest of two sisters, moved into a new home in San Diego,
California. Timmothy was not thrilled about moving to California..I mean who in
their right mind is? But his mother was forced to relocate in order to keep her
job. On the other hand, his sisters Elizabeth -18- and Alison -20- were actually
looking forward to moving to the sunshine state - yuck!. Timothy was about 16 by
now. He was of average stature being not too short not too tall. He was dark
haired and becoming more and more handsome. As puberty started kicking in, he
grew larger and larger. his muscles bagan to take shape, his voice was
deepening, and his overall chemistry was changing from that of a child to that
of an adult. What a time it was for Timothy! He was young and alive and coming
out..in more ways than one. Timmothy was an A student, a dreamer and was already
making plans for graduation. His future was ahead of him, and what a bright
future it all seemed. But, unbeknownst to himself, things were about to change
in Timothy's life, and his fate was soon to be sealed in the deepest and most
secret parts of his mind. For as long as Timothy could remember he had always
had a fetish for women's feet. He would look at them in magazines and when the
former were not available he would draw pictures of them and imagine touching
them with his face and smelling them. Although Timothy knew nothing of fetishism
or even the origins of his strange desire, he continued to pursue his fantasies
ni his mind day in and day out. As Timothy started in his new school he became
even more withdrawn and intraverted. Everytime he would see a female's foot his
mind would wonder and he would lose track of all time and space. Timmy was
definately an extremely bright, if not unusual boy. Nonetheless, his A average
slipped to hardly a D as he wasted away, slipping more and more in his thoughts
and seemingly losing control of his mind. Concerned about Timmy's incessant day
dreaming, teacher, Ms San Marco, called a meeting with his mother. Poor Timmy's
mother was not sure what to make of it. Sure, he had an imagination, he always
had, but it had never interferred in his work. Ms. San Marco suggested to
Timmy's mother to assign him a mentor to speak with him and allow him an outlet
with which to vent any hidden anxiety. His mentor would meet with him 3 times a
week during his P.E. class and would allow Timmy the chance to form a
relationship in a non-threatening atmosphere. And so, in the company of Ms. San
Marco and his mother, Timmy's fate was to be sealed next week starting Monday.
that weekend Timothy's mother explained to him that he will be meeting with a
mentor three times a week during his gym class. Not being much of an athlete
Timmy had little objection, his only concern was however, that it made him feel
as though he were handicapped in some way. Assuring him of the harmelesness of
such counsel, Timmy's mother set his worries to rest. The following Monday Timmy
was awoken around 6:30, his usual time, ate his breakfast and head out side to
the bus stop. On his way out his mother reminded him that he would be meeting
with his new mentor during his gym class and not to forget. "Yeah I know
whatever" Timmy answered, and rushed out the door. While on the bus tImmy was
contemplating what it was he would say to the mentor. He never was a good
conversationalist and so would often make plans about what he could possibly
discuss beforehand. While contemplating Timmy realized that his mentor may ask
him about what draws his attention away from his studies. Full knowing the
answer to such a question would be inappropriate to anounce publicly, Timmy
quickly thought up false reason. He would just tell them he dreamed about being
a fireman or something..."Yeah, that oughta work" he thought to himself. that
day during his 3rd period P.E. class Timothy, forgetting his scheduled
appointment with his mentor siuted up as usuall wearing those scanty black
polyester gymn shorts and the itchy grey t-shirt. As he walked out to paricipate
in whatever b.s. sport the coach had planned for the day he was called out of
que and told to report to the office. Timmy's mind began to race as he tried to
imagine what it could be for, but on his way to there he realized that he was
supposed to go to meet with his new mentor. Timmy took a sigh of relief as he
realized that he was actually not in trouble. As he entered the office he
noticed a very fine looking woman who seemed, to him, to be somewhere between
the ages of 30 and 40. She was typically anglo with long wavy blonde hair with
shortened bangs. Her skin tone was somewhat darkened but not to the point of
looking like a dried up peice fo toast, more like a bagel. Her features were not
so sharp, her nose was little big, and her eyes rather roundish. But she
maintained considerable beauty, however unrefined it might seem. She was wearing
a white blouse and a red knee-length skirt. Of even more consequence to Timmy
though was the fact that she was wearing black stockings encased by a
fashionable pair of black pumps at her feet. Timothy eyed this females feet
until she stood up and introdueced herself to him. "Timmy?" she asked.
"Huh...what!?" Timmy rpelied, startled at being caught during his intense
observation. "Timmy, my name is Gail Smith, I am your mentor." "huh..oh..hi I'm
Timmy it's a pleasure", Timmy said. "Well, the feeling is mutual...I am glad we
have this oppurtunity to talk together, I hope much will come of it." cooed
Gail. With that Gail led Timmy down the hall into a small private office room
were they can be left to speak in private. The room was not much larger than a
closet, but they had still managed to somehow fit a desk into it. Around the
desk there were two school chairs situated across from one another. As they both
sat down and made themselves comfortable Gail began a series of preliminary
questions to break the ice. All the while she dangled her pumps from her black
stockinged foot as she sat with her legs crossed. Ouch!, this caused Timmy to
lose track of the conversation and slip into daze. The song Purple haze started
ringing in his mind as he eyed Gail's feet. His vision got blurred as his
thoughts raced with images of her foot coming down on his face and the smell
overtaking him. He also imagined being the size of a fly and getting caught
inside of her pump as her hot, moist, and smelly foot was inserted in and out.
Although he did try to answer her questions as best he could he just couldnt
focus on anything but Gail's feet. Then Gail raised her voice a bit.."Timothy!
Are you with me?" "huh..yeah..I'm sorry" Timmy said as he frantically searched
for an excuse, "I am just tired thats all." Gail, noticing his wandering eye
took note and said, "I understand, we all get tired sometimes." She then moved a
bit closer to Timmy to test his resolve until her foot was nearly touching his
leg. she continued her conversation casually as she began to dangle her pump
even more vehemently this time. She then slipped her feet out of her pumps and,
knowing that her feet smelled a bit strong rested them on the desk next to
Timmy. Timmy, catching a faint wiff of her pungent odour, attempted to turn his
head as casually as possible toward her feet in order to get a better one. As he
did , Gail began to move her feet off the desk and said "I'm sorry do my feet
bother you, I hope they dont smell.." she devilishly smiled and wiggled her
toes..."It's so comfortable to rest my tired feet up here, they dont bother you
do they?" Timmy quickly responded, "Of course not, I dont mind." Gail then
smiled and wiggled her toes. "So what is it that you think about when you day
dream?" Gail asked. Without thinking Timmy said "feet"...doh! Timmy turned red
immediatly, "I mean ..meat..I like lots of meat..I cant wait to get home and eat
meat...I like red meat, chicjen meat, even horse meat and sometimes......" Gail
interrupted "It's ok...you like feet...I heard you loud and clear along time
ago." Just then Timmy's erection was exposed as it portuded out of his tight
black gymn shorts. He tried to cover it with his shirt and crossed his legs but
it was no use. Gail, having noticed this said.."It's ok, I know what where
dealing with here and it is nothing that a little behaviour modification cant
handle." With that she asked Timmy to stand up, but Timmy was too embarrased to
stand up on account of his buldging erection and refused. Gail then said, "Ok
you have a choice...smell my feet or stand up", Timmy began to sweat as he was
being forced to expose himself in one of two ways. If he smelled her feet he
would be exposing his foot fetish, if he stood up he would be exposing his
erection, which could be inferred that it came from his fetish for feet..so
either wayTimmy was screwed. Chosing the better of the two, Timmy refused to
stand up and Gail then moved her feet from the table and towards his face. She
smiled all the while, gazing deep into Timothy's eyes and pulling out his fetish
as if it she were plucking a root from the ground. As her toes moved in to his
face Timmy could smell the strong musty odour of her feet. They were in one
sense raunchy and repulsive but in another they seemed to be completely
arousing. Nonetheless Timmy turned away his head in seeming disgust but was
immedietly pursued by Gail's smelly feet. She laughed and gigled at Timmy's
plight and told him if he didnt stand he would have to keep smelling her feet.
Timmy could not contain his embarrasment, he almost cried knowing that his
deepest darkest fantasies were being exposed. On the other hand they werre also
being realized as Timothy was actually for the first time able to smell a
woman's feet. Needless to say Timmy's young erection was throbbing full force.
Timmy decided that instead of exposing his erection..which would be indecent, he
would continue to smell her feet and pretend to not like it. Gail then removed
her feet from his face and said...ok I have tortured you enough with my stinky
feet and then put her pumps back on her feet. As she did this Tommy contiued to
stare as she slipped each one of her stockinged feet into the pumps. Gail, then
said.."ok We are going to have to begin this behaviour modification as soon as
possible." She then pulled out a small bottle of pills. The cover was blank and
there was no label on the front to indicate what it was. she then took a tiny
pill about the size of a celery seed and told Timmy to swallow it. Timmypicked
it up out of her hand and swallowed it, then he asked what it was. Then Gail
said...let's wait 5 minutes for it to be effective. After the 5 minutes was over
Timmy still felt perfectly normal. "ok now what? I dont feel anything?" Gail
said, "you dont have to, not until I do this.." With that Gail licked her thumb
and foerefinger and leaned forward and wiped her wet fingers on Timmy's nostrils
"Grooss!!" Timmy yelled as he puled away,"what did you do tha........" Then
Timmy began to feel dizzy and disoriented, as if her were fallling. he suddenly
felt a heavy weight upon him as if piles and piles of heavy thick cloth were
being piled atop him. finally Timmy found himself lying against the cold hard
floor and was covered by a thick cloth of some sort. Everything, seemed as
though it could have been real until Timmy realized that his bare bumm was
touching the cold floor. The piles of cloth on top of him began to shift and
move and then a cold draft flowed over him as he saw the what seemed to be a
giant pair of black gym shorts ascending upward. As the shorts exposed him to
the light, Timy looked up and saw a sight that chilled him to his bones. It was
Gail's face looking down on him. He then looked straight ahead and saw her
stockinged feet in her black pumps and looked back up her mile- high legs and
towards her face again. "You are now only three centimeters high, give or take a
few millimeters." Gail roared from up high. Timmy realizing his height yelled up
at her in fright but Gail could not make out what he was saying nor did she
think it important. She then bellowed down to him and said, "This is your
behaviour modification, now anytime someone feels the need to shrink all they
need do is lick their fingers and wipe your nostrils and you will shrink. You
will remain a tiny littly boy so long as you dont smell the feet of women for at
least 15-30 minutes. But as long as you smell female feet you will stay small."
Timmy began to shiver, being totally naked and exposed and Gail noticing said...
"Ok here let me warm you up." With that she slipped off both of her shoes and
hovered her right foot over tiny Tim. The musty, somewhat cheesy smell was not
particularly pleasant and was considerably stronger than before, even as it only
hovered above him. Then her foot descended upon Tiimy. Scarred Timmy tried to
run but was so small that he was not able to get far enough away before Gail's
foot nudged him in the back and knocked him forward. "Now if you dont want to
get hurt you need to stay still Timmy" Gail ordered Afraid Timmy stopped and
stood before her, unwillingly erect. Gail then caught Timmy between her left and
right foot and sandwiched him. she then grabbed timmy's head in between her toes
with her right foot and grabbed the rest of him with the toes on her left foot,
Timmy could now only smell the rancid stink from Gail's feet and feel the rough
hose caress his body and rub up against his sensitive cock. Timmy struggled a
bit but Gail would only tighten her grip on him. She fondled poor Tim for over5
mins. and then released him. "Ok now lay flat on your back while I explain what
will happen to you." Gail again ordered. Timmy obeyed, but was shivering partly
from the cold breeze he was now exposed to again but mostly out of nervousness.
Then Gail lowered her rancid foot down upon Timmy and covered his whole frame
with her toes alone. She then squeezed and manipulated Tim to fit into her
crevices horizontally and left him to soak in her foot sweat. She then began to
explain to him... "Ok heres the deal Timmy. Everytime you misbehave or day dream
you will be consequently shrunk and forced to smell a woman's feet, I have
already spoken to your step- mother about this and she agrees and assured me
that your step-sisters will be more than happy to help. Also, I have spoken with
all of your teachers and the principal Mrs. Broomhilda, and they have all
assured me that if you misbehave they will punish you in this way and may even
employ the assisitance of other female students. Now one last thing....Becasue
clothes dont shrink, only you do, you will be naked everytime. In the event that
you should be at the feet of woman you should suggest that they wrap your body
in toilette paper or something to protect your privates from being fondled as it
has often occurred that little boys like you have been unwillingly forced into
ejaculation at the feet of their punishers." With that Gail liften up her foot
from Timy leaving him hot, disheaveled and wet with the stench of her feet.
Timmy just lie there, fully erect, scarred and began to contemplate what might
come of this. Images of his step-sisters playing foot torture games with him
just for fun seemed unbearable and then it seemed even worse to imagine his own
step-mother doing such a thing. Sure they were only step-family, but he had
lived with his siblings as siblings for well over ten years and he had lived
with his step- mother as a step-mother for the same time. It just didnt seem
right. Gail then said, "Well this concludes our first meeting, there will be
plenty more too come. But dont' worry there is good news. In order to catch up
on this whole new system you have been given the day off today and tomorrow to
get used to it. Your step- mother was'nt able to pick you up today but your
older step- sister Alicia is here to pick you up, I suggested that she wear yuou
homein her shoe to give you a feel for it, but not to be too tough on you today
as its your first day." Gail then reached down towards Tiny Tim and with her
gigantic thumb and forefinger grabbed Timmy and lifted him up. After placing him
in the palm of her hand she began to walk out of the room collecting Timmy's
clothes in her other arm. As they entered the main office Timmy noticed his
Sister Alicia sitting in the chair waiting. When she saw Gail Smith and her
little step-brother enter the office she exclaimed "Oh my goodness! HA! look at
you...your just my fit I think." Timmy looked in horror as his sister began to
remove her right black strap-on clog exposing a black stockinged foot that
looked a bit wet from perspiration. His sister then smiled at him and told Gail
to put him in. As Alicia lifted up her clog to just under the Gail's hand that
held him Timmy began to smell a foul rancid odour from below him. As he looked
down he starred into the black, selly pit of Alicia's clog and was overcome by
fear. Timothy then began to struggle and fight and tried to get lose from Gail's
grip, but it was of no use. Gail and Alicia looked at him and laughed...finding
his plight at their feet amusing. Then poor Timy, unable to fight against Gail's
massive fingers was soon overtaken by Alicia's shoe's odour as she slowly and
carefully delivered him into the merciless stench and heat of Alicia's clog.
Timmy looked around him and the walls of the shoe surrounded him, the light grew
dimmer and the smell stronger and stronger. Timmy's legs finally reached the toe
of the shoe and Gail released her vice grip and emoved her hand from the shoe.
Timmy, gazing out into the fresh air and light outside the opening of the clog
dreamed of being being free and large again. Then Timmy, awaiting the
unspeakable squat down in the confines of his smelly misery. As a few moments
passed Timmy began to wonder if his sister was truelly not as cruel as he
thought her to be and was not going to force her foot upon him. But then the
shoe shifted and Timmy got scared and attempted to escape by making run for the
opening. But just as he reached the entrancway of the clog, and just when the
air seemes to get fresher, Timmy saw Alicia's hot sweaty, black stockinged foot
move towards him and into the shoe. It was too late, before Timmy had escaped
the walls of his shoe prison Alicia had pushed him back into the rank depths of
her clog and this time her foot had invaded his space. In fact, It was so
crowded that Timmy could hardly breath being squished between the tips of
Alicia's toes and the end of the clog. Then Alicia's toes started moving and
like mighty tools they efficiently and quickly manipulated poor little Timmy to
fit into the crevices of her toes. There, Timmy lie on his back starring up at a
hunk of hot, sweaty flesh encased in a rough mesh of black, also soaked in
rancid stink. Not only could Timmy feel various warm, wet and smelly hunks of
flesh against his whole body including his mid-region, but the smell was
overwhelmingly powerfull and Timmy could not escape the odour whether he
breathed through his mouth or nose. Tim could here a few faint sounds and
voices, but amidst the sweltering heat and sharp stench, all else grew dull. The
following story will account what odifourous adventures and or misfortunes our
hero Tiny Tim must brave at the feet of his step-sisters and step-mother.
IN SHOE DIARIES PART II
by ZIGGY
The humiliation was as intense as the smell. Never could Timothy have imagined
that such a fate could befall him. Trapped at the feet of his own step-sister!
And whats worse, her hot, moist toes were touching his and even rubbing his
nether-regions...what a thing to happen to a 16 yr old boy! In the midst of his
horrifying torture at the feet of Alicia, Timothy could barely make out a
conversation between his sister and Gail. "Ok then Alicia, have fun, and make
sure you take it easy on Timmy today..don't have to much fun. Also consider the
fact that he is so small and fragile. you dont want to crush your own brother."
Gail reccomended and then made her departure. With that Timmy's whole world
began to spin as Alicia walked outside to her car. With every step the pressure
would squeeze the air out of poor Timmy and he would have to take deep breathes
during the intervels between when her foot made contact with the ground. This
is, of course, not to mention the opressive heat which began to accumulate
within her shoe. It did not take long for Timmy to become soaked in a thick
smelly film of toe sweat and crud. It peneatrated his eyes and burned slightly,
it seeped into his mouth and tasted more sour than vinegar, and it covered his
body with it's acidic pungency from head to toe. Suddenly the movement slowed
and then stopped. This was a relief for Tim who was begining to grow nauseas
from the forcefull movemtents. Of course, all else remained as intolerable as
before. The movement had stopped for Timmy when Alicia got into her car,
however, it would not stop for long. Soon Tiny Tim began to feel the immnse
pressure of Alicia's toes press up against his body. As Alicia's toes
straightened Timmy's manly memebers would be rubbed by smelly hunks of mesh
encased toe flesh. Yes, Alicia began a form of torture that would make Timmy
fear women's feet. Alicia began to scrunch her toes over Timmy and manipulate
him to erection though incessant proddings. From his dark stinky cell Timmy
cryed out to his step-sister Alicia to have mercy and let him go...but his
pleadings were to no avail..no one would have the ability to hear him in his
state. Whatever fate his sister had planned for Tiny Tim had to go undisputed.
By the time Alicia returned home with her new "foot toy" brother, Timmy's
condition was awfull. Not only was he soaked to the bone in her awfull toe sweat
but, his surrounding were so wet that everytime Alciia moved her toes over
Timmy, Timmy could hear the sweat soaked insoles squish from being soaked.
Alicia sat in the living room and turned the T.V. on, She leaned over and
unstrapped her clogs one by one, first her left and then the one Timmy was in.
She then removed her feet from the clogs ending with the one Timmy was in. As
she slid her foot out of Timmy's prison those hunky moulds of wet flesh smeared
more stink over him and forced him to slid down the to the middle of the shoe.
Suddenly a rush of fresh cool air rushed into Timmy's encasement and gave Timmy
a renewed hope for freedom. "If I can just escape for a moment so that I can
grow back to normal size, then I would never let my sisters make me smell their
feet ever!" Timmy thought to himself as he peered out into the giant world
before him. However, his sister's stockinged leg blocked the view. Timmy,
thinking only of escapingt he horrid stench of Alicia's clog, rushed out to the
heel of the shoe. As he looked forward he was encountered by Alicia's foot
rising up before him much as a bear rises up before its prey. Immediatly Timmy
recognized that sharp vinegary odor of his sister's feet as a waft of stench
rushed toward him. He looked up and noticed Alicia starring down at him with a
devilish grin on her face. She boomed down on him.... "How do you like being
your big sis's smelly foot toy huh Timmy?" She reached down towards him and
quickly pinched his tiny, fragiel frame between her thumb and forefinger then
lifted him up to her mouth. Timmy was now very afraid....Was she planning on
eating him? Then she raised him up to her nostrils and breathed in deep and with
a foul hot gust of halitosis she parted her lips and breathed out on him. "She
must have eaten garlic today!" Timmy thought to himself as Alicia's breath was
reminiscent of her lunch. "Boy you stink Timmy" echoed Alicia causing a ringing
in Timmy's ears as well as another foul waft of bad breath. Timmy now
thoughroughly repulsed shouted to Alicia and oredered her to stop breathing on
him. Alicia, barely able to make out her little step- brother's pleas thought it
funny now to tormetn him further. "Hi I'm Hally from Halhala, wHo are you-Harry?
HuH?" Alicia heavily articulated making sure to stress the "H". By now Timmy was
disgusted with the foulness of her breath and nearly vomited as Alicia continued
to send wave after wave of hot, humid, evil smelling breath causing Timmy to
quickly perpsire. Then Timmy's cruel sister tilted her head back and lifted him
above her open mouth. She blew a hot rancid breath out onto him and said.."I'm
gonna eat you Timmy hahaha!" Timmy, thought at first she was joking but she
actually began lowering him into her wet and awaiting orface. "NOooooooooooooo!"
screamed Timy in Terror! Timmy struggled to avoid his fate but was unable to
prevent his descent. Suddenly, a steamy stream of halitosis again ebgulfed him
from below as he entered into his step-sister's warm mouth. Then Timmy's naked
frame made contact with her tongue and he ALicia slid him down her toungue then
released him. Timmy was now covered in his sister's saliva...nothing could be
worse Timmy thought as he cringed from the sliemy feeling against his privates
caused him to grow erect again. As Timmy peered outward into the world from the
mouth of his sister he yearned to be big again and feared that his step- sister
was truely going to swallow him alive in order to make up for his inrusion in
her and her sister's life 10 yrs. ago. Timmy truely grew afraid when Alicia
slowly and deliberatly closed her mouth around Timmy. Timmy was now in a rancid,
hot, himid, slimey and fearfull new environment. He looked all around him and
there was nothing but slimey gums and a huge toungue waiting to embrace him
before they deliver him into the depths of the pit below. just then though the
door opened and in came Elizabeth, Timmy's other step-sister, and one of her
girlfriends,. They were wearing their cheerleading uniforms which consisited of
a black and yellow mini skirt and top. They were both also wearing white socks
and white Keds. Elizabeth was a tall burnette who dyed her hair blonde and wore
it up in a flimsy bun supported by fliffy ribbons. Elizabeth's friend - Tamatha
on the other hand was a black-haired, olive -toned Hispanic who let her hair
fall to her shoulders in wavy, hair - sprayed curls. As the two newly arrived
girls entered the living room they saw Alicia who apparently had something in
her mouth. "What are you eating Alicia?" asked Betty. Alicia responded
with.."mmm mm mmm" "dont talk with your mouth full Alicia!" Betty jokingly
responded. While suffering inside Alicia's mouth Timmy felt a rumbling and heard
a gurgling coming from the pits of her stomach. Suddenly the gurgling grew
louder and llouder as a waft of regergitated gas traceled up the esophogus to
the throat until it filled ALicia's mouth with the foulest smelling gas one
could imagine. Timmy immediatly passed out from the intensley hot, carbonous gas
and reawakened as Alicia blew it out. "Excuse you!" Betty replied.To which
Alicia said ,"mmm mmmm mmmm mm" "Swallow it or spit it out already!" Betty
ordered. Then Timmy fell downward as Alicia tipped her head and let Timmy fall
out of her mouth into the palm of her hand followed by a trail of saliva that
covered poor little Timmy. Alicia laughed outloud as she gazed down at her poor,
tortured brother. Elizabeth and her friend could not beleive their eyes at the
sight of Tiny Tiny Tim lying in a pile of saliva in Alicia's hand. "Oh my gosh!,
what happened to Timmy, and why was he in your mouth?" cried Betty. "What?
did'nt mom tell you? Timmy, went to a shrink who shrunk him and told us we
should torment him with foul smells in order for him to get better.hehehe"
Alicia answered with a little baby's voice. "Are you serious Alicia?! Why wasn't
I told of this?" Demanded Betty. "Well your were just told! You wanna have fun
with him..he likes to smell feet! Why dont you and Tamatha join in?" prodded
Alciia. "Hehehe sounds like fun..now we can bribe are little brother to be our
slave." Betty devilishly retortrd. Tamatha was still in awe at what was
ahppening ans stared constantly at Timmy's naked frame. Then Alicia wrapped her
finger around Timmy and held him tightly in her grip. She then sat down with
Betty and Tamatha on the floor in a circle and decided to play a game of truth
of dare with Timmy. Alicia laid Timmy in the middle of the cicrle where he
callapsed from exaustion. As the girls sat around starring at him and speaking
about him for a moment Timmy was slowley able to rergain some of his former
strength and stood up. As he looked around him he saw that he was surrounded by
3 mischevious girls awaiting an opurtunity to torture him. Betty got up and went
for a bottle while Alicia told Tamathe to remove her keds which she did with no
objestion as her feet were hot and sweaty from practicing all day in the stuffy
gym. Although not so strong as before, Timmy was able to perseive a faint
footish odour coming from all directions. At oneend there was the familiar
vinegary smel, but on the other there was difficult to pinpoint..it was musty,
perhaps a little crusty.and with a hint of popcorn..Although with all the stench
from Alciia's saliva, it was hard to tell.Then Betty returned with the bottle
and spun it..it landed on Alicia...."Truth of dare Betty.?" "Dare of course!"
replied Betty and with that Alicia ordered Betty to take off her sock and place
Timmy in the smelly toe section and then insert her foot, and put her shoe back
on til the next round. And this Betty did. As Timmy heard the dare and the
acceptance of the dare, he looked up and saw Betty removing her shoes, then
socks.She then looked down on Littly Timmy said.."Well, here goes...i'm sorry to
do this to you Timmy but your supose to get it. With that she pinched poor Timmy
between her thumb and forefinger and lifted him up above her smelly sweat socks.
She then dropped him in and inserted her foot overtop him........... As Betty
delivered her younger step-brother into the damp pungency of her sweaty socks
Timmy was overcome by the smell of her feet that, much like Alciia's, smelled
sharp like vinegar. When he reached the tip of the sock Betty released her
brother causing him to fall face first into the wet knit of her sock. His prison
began to shake suddenly when Betty inserted her foot into the sock poor Timmy
was stuck in. Then as Betty's foot made its way to the the end of the sock,
Timmy saw his sister's toes wiggle there way toward him and he noticed an
increase in the sharp odor. Finally, Betty's toes made contact with Timmy's body
and forced him to lie between the crevices of her toes and the damp netting of
her sock. Timmy's world grew even tighter when Betty put her keds back on her
feet forcing her little brother up against her moist fleshy toes. Timmy heard
faintly the girls giigle and laugh but he wass not in the least bit amused. Then
his sister Betty began to wiggle her toes and scrunch poor tiny Tim in between
her toes. OOnce again the smell and the rubbing of a woman's feet forcing
themselves upon him caused Timmy to grow a throbbing erection that was
unstoppable. And like this, timmy lay until the nect round. The girls all
laughed and poun the bottle again. But it landed on Alicia again. Alicia, loked
to Tamathe and dared Tamatha to catch Timmy with her smelly foot only and then
pick him up with her toes and drop him in her shoes to wear him. Tamatha agreed
with little objection. Then Tiimy felt a his burden lighten as Betty removed her
foot from the shoe. and then removed her sock from her feet leaving Timmy
inside. Before she dropped poor Timmy out Tamatha position her small size 4 and
a half's in the air to catch him. Betty then tunred the sock inside out and
forced Timmy to fall out onto the floor. But before Timmy could stand up he was
engulfed by Tamatha's musty-smelling foot from above. She lowered her sweat ped
down on him and forced him onto his back. She then moved her toes roughly about
Timmy's fragile frame and forced him into her toe crevices where she squezed him
in an attempt to capture him securely enough to lift him up. Then with a vice
like grip, Tamatha forced Tiimmy deep into her crevices and lifted him up. Timmy
was now squeezed beyond imagination. He could hardly breath, and when her could
he was not able to get a lung full of fresh air but only the polluted dtink of
her feet. As Timmy looked down he saw flashed of carpet race beneath him and
then a stop. Timmy was now starring straight down into the depths of Tamatha's
old funky keds.She then lowered him into the ked until Timmy could smell, not
only her feet but the dor from the keds as well. Tammy dropped him...causing
Timmy to be dropped into the smelly confines of the ked. Timmy rushed for the
side of the shoe, but before he could make it Tamy's foot entered the shoe
making Timmy's world dark and foul. As her foot inched into the ked Timmy ran to
the toe to excape...but he was trapped and there was nowhere to run. Tammy's
foot soon made contact with Timmy's body in the toe and and rubbed up against
him. Now Timmy was enprisoned inside the smelly crevices of a new female whose
sexually stimulating proddings made Timmy's still erect manhoood throb even more
than before. But before long Tamatha removed her foot from the shoe causing
Timmy to be covered in yet another film of stench. Timmy sat in the confines of
the smelly shoe. He was afraid to leave for fear that they might deivse yet
another foot torture for him. Still, he was afraid that if he stayed they might
be oblidged to think that he wants to be their shoe toy and they might inrude
upon his privats once more. So Timmy moved to the heel of the shoe and as he
looked up all the girls looked down at him hungrily. The all three at
cross-kneed around him leaving little space beween them for escape. Then Alcia
leaned over and diumped the shoe out causing Timy to fall onto the thick carpet.
They then took turns covering him with their feet and torturing him. Each
wiggled their toes over his body and caressed his erection...although it should
be mentioned that his erection was soooo small that it went unoticed by the
girls.Then just as Alicia held Timmy beneath her foot, their mother came hoome
and interrupted their fun, When she asked were Timmy was, Alicia slowly lifted
up her foot from the Timmy and revealed a bundle of smelly flesh curled up on
the carpet. "What are you doing!?!" demanded Timmy's mother. "Where were just
playing with Timmy thats all" replied Alicia as non schalauntly as possible.
"your not suppossed to just play shrink him whenever you want it is a special
behaviour modification devise to be employed only when needed." Timmy's mother
said. Then Alicia whispered to Betty to go along with her and she said.."But he
did misbehave today and Gail Smith, his mentor told me to get him used to the
smell of feet today." "Oh..well in that case I suppose it is allright, but for
now give your brother a break and let him grow back to normall size, if I know
you, you havent left him in peace yet." the mother replied. "But mom, were just
starting to have fun..." whinned Betty "No no enogh is enough, tomorrow you can
have fun so long as timmy doesnt mind.", Timmy;s step-mother ordered. And with
that she told his Timmy's step-sisters to wash him off in the sink and leave him
in his room to grow back to normaal size becasue she wanted to talk to him. And
so the girls reluctantly lifted Timmy up and washed him off under the cold
running water of the sink. But the smell would just not come out. So the sisters
grabbed so soap and washed him down, rubbing their gigantic fingers all over his
body and even up against his erection. Fortunatly for Timmy though when it was
all over thay had not forced him to ejaculate, although he had come close at
times. However, the inconsistent proding and touching was not steady enough to
force any climax. Then Betty took her brother and layed him in his bed and left
the room and within the hour tiny Tim was no longer tiny. The first thing he did
was rush to the shower, as the smell would linger in his nostrils for some time
after the fact. While in the bathroom Timmy was overcome by the events which
passed that day. Although, scarey at the moment, the fact that he had smelled
many women's feet and was somewhat arousing. That night in the bathroom Timmy
brought himself to ejaculation with the thought of the smell of Gail's musty
feet. After Timmy was freshened up his step-mother called him into the kitchen
where she began explaining to him, all that Gail had told her. "First off, there
will be a few changes in the rules of this house. 1. Everynight you will do your
homework at 18:00 or I will wear you in my shoe for a period of time out. 2. you
will wash the dishes every night and take out the trash every morning. If you
fail to do this, I will wear you to work in my shoes. and 3. you will treat your
step-sisters with respect otherwise I will authroize them to do whatever foot
torture they want on you." "But mother, do you know what Alicia did to me! she
put me in her mouth and threatened to swallow me alive!" cried Timmy. "your just
a little tatle-tale are'nt you? You know in the 10 yrs I have had you I have
never raised you to be a tattle tale! So just for that I am going to shrink you
and punish you with my feet." retorted Timmy;s step- mother. "BUT MOM!!!"
"That's finall! and as for your sister she will be told not to ever do that to
you again!" replied Timmy's mother Timmy sat there and starred at his
step-mother as she removed her extremley hot, sweaty and foul smelling feet from
her worn out leather flats. Timmy, grew disgusted at the thought and was afraid
at having to smell his step-mom's raunchy feet. He slowly got up to sneak away
when his step-mom spurted..."Timmy! Where are you going?! Sit down right here
next to me..your going to get it wether you like it or not!" "But mom I just
took a shower" whinned Timmy. Just then his mother licked a wet slimy film over
her forefinger and thumb and told Timmy to hold his face out which Timmy
reluctantly did. But before Timmy knew it his mother's stinky wet fingers rubbed
up against his nostrils and Timmy shrunk within a matter of seconds. As he
looked up from the ground on which he shrank he saw his step-mother towering
over him. She then lifted up her foot. Timmy could see every noook and cranny
from underneath and the smell was awfull and acidic. She then grinned and
lowered her pungent ped down onto Timmy. His soft clean body was soon
overwhelmed by the sharp smell and vinegar-like sweat that covered him. Timmy
was then forced by his step-mother's toes to fit deep into the crevices. While
there Timmy's world was a flashy blurr of wiggling hunks of sweaty, dark-brown
stocking encased hunks of flesh. his mother, in an attempt to rub her smelly
sweaton him pushed her toes against his body thereby causing him to grow erect
against his will. This contiued for about 5 mins. until his mother thought it to
be enough for the night considering what he had been through. She then reached
over, picked him up and delivered him to his bed where she ordered him to stay
for the night without taking a shower. Well needless to say with the smell of
his mother's sweat covering his body it took at least two-three hours for Timy
to return to normal size, but could still intermittenly smell the horrid odor of
her feet. Although, it was hard, Timothy eventually fell asleep. His thoughts
soon began to wander as he drifted farther and farther into sleep. He then had
nightmares of his sisters crushing him beneath their feet. Unbeknownst t TImmy
these such dreams will become reoccuring and in future episodes I will recount
them to the reader, but for now let us return to the reality of the world. As
Timmy slept soundly his two sister snuck into his bedroom. Alicia then whispered
to Elizabeth..."I am going to get that little turd for trying to get me in
trouble...he is going to have the day of his life tomorrow. hehehe." As his
sisters closed in on Timmy Alicia licked her fingers real good and very gently
wiped them on Timmy's nose. Within in seconds Timmy shrank, however he remained
undisturbed as he was exhausted by the previous days events and was also a heavy
sleeper. Then his wicked step-sister Alicia, genlty gathered up his sleeping
heap and took him into their mother's room. As usuall their mother had placed
her clothes for the following day out on the floor. she had a black skirt, white
blouse, and black stockings rolled up in her black patent-leather heels. Betty
then got an old smelly pair of her mother's black stockings identical to the the
pair she would wear tomorrow. Then Alicia quietly placed Timmy in her mother's
smelly stocking and rolled it up so that if Timmy would awaken, he would not be
able to escape. She then replaced one of their mother's stockings with the pair
in which Timmy slept soundly. With that they departed and left the room gigling
at Timmy's future fate. The following day would prove to be one of the longest
of Timmy's life....
IN SHOE DIARIES PART III
By Ziggy
Throughout that night Timothy slept soundly in a state of deep R.E.M. Although,
unconsious , however, Timmy was able to detect the odour of his step-mother's
dirty stocking within which he slept. This caused his mind to slip loose of
reality as he began to dream the worst nightmare of his life. Within his dream
all was hazy, as if it were hard to see. Timmy could not see his hand in front
ofhis face. He could hear nothing and feel nothing, although he could smell a
rrancid odour that packed a powerfull punch as well as sense a presence near
him. but then in an instant all became bright and clear as Timmy looked up
pinned on his back he saw the tips of his step-mother's toes and the elongated
stretch of her legs and torso shooting into the sky topped off with a seemingly
tiny head gazing down at him smilling. timmy struggled to move but was unable to
budge even an inch. As he reached out his hand to push up against the immense
pressure of the large toe, the weight upon him doubled and Timmy was brought to
the point of suffocation. He couldnt breath on account of his step-mother's toe
on his chest and could not escape . Struggle became useless, but the pressure
subsided and the horrid odour being emitted from the toe replaced the physical
oppression of being crushed to the physical oppression of being forced to smell
rancid odours. Then all once more grew hazy and faded out. Timmy was once more
reduced to the constant but solitary sense of smell. This time the smell
increased in potency. More and more stronger and stronger. The smell seemed to
replace all oxygen with the gaseous and corrupted air of what smelled like his
step-mother's feet. Soon the smeel alone was enough to sufocate poor Timmy.
Nevertheless, the sense of touch returned and Timmy could feel a mounting
pressure on his chest. The air grew steamy and hot with the fetid smell. Then
Timmy's sight was granted him once more and he found himself gazing at a hunk of
wrinkled toe flesh directly above him. The wrinkled mass of moist, acrid flesh
pushed up against Timmy's body and face. His arms and legs were snuggled tightly
down by the flesh. His outstetched crotch was tightly tucked into a fold of
flesh, and his face was soon fitted into another roll of soft, stinky skin.
however, the pressure continued to steadily climb as well as the pressure. His
bones began to creak beneath the force and then with one violebt twist of the
massive toes Timmy felt a powerfull crick in his neck and his skull collapsed
like a walnut 'neath an anvil. At this moment Timmy woke up in a cold sweat. He
was somehwat disoriented, but he could continue to smell the same pungent foot
odour. As timmy rubbed his eyes and stetched out he felt restructed, as though
he were completley under the covers and tightly tucked in.....to be continued
later tongiht.... Timmy then began to struggle to find the ends of the sheets to
pull them off, but cold not find them. He then pushed against his "mesh prison"
more vehemently but it was of noe use. Timmy could not budge. By then Timmy was
begining to wonder what was going on. He was thinking that his sheets smelled an
awfull lot like feet, but they could just be dirty. Timmy rubbed his eyes some
more and the as the haze began to clear he relaized that he was no longer in his
bed anymore. He was'nt exactly sure on his location as there was not enough
light to see, but whereever he was there was a definite odor. With that odour
filling his nostrils Timmy started to wrooy about where he was. He tried to
asses the situation and determine if there was a way to escape. He pushed and
struggled and pulled and strapped and was accomplishing very little as far as
moving the smelly sheets off of his body. But just then he saw a faint light
from the distance, shining through the dark meshy covers. His world began once
more to shake and Timmy grew dizzy from the motion. Although it was unbeknownst
to Timmy as of yet, but his step-mother had woken up and was preparingt o get
dressed for work. As she reached for her shoes she caused Timmy to sense the
movement. Then she unfurled her stockings each one by itself. When she unfurled
the stocking Timmy lay trapped in Timm spun about again and again, around and
around until he violently stopped and was embraced by the soft netting of his
step-mother's hose. Timmy, now encased in only one layer of mesh cringed in
horror at the sight he saw. As he looked down through the stocking he saw his
step-mom's feet moving about the floor then apparantly sit down. One of her feet
then lifted itself up towards him and dissapeared to his right. Timmy did the
best he could to roll over on his back to see up above him and noticed his giant
step-mother's face and looked up at her giant hands holding the rim of her hose
shut....the only escape hatch for Tiny Tim. considering his nightmare Timmy
became frantic with fear and struggles with all his might to climb up the mesh
and escape the fate of being crushed at the raunchy old toes of his step-mother.
Of course he was too small to have any effect or to gain his step-mother's
attention. She then rolled up her hose and before Timmy could begin crawling out
of his stinky predicament, his step- mother inserted her foot into the opening
of the hose, defeating all hopes of escape. Timmy still fought but was soon
overcome by his mother's foot. She slid it into the toes forcing Timmy to slide
underneath her feet where he got caught in the crevices. As his step-mom pulled
her hose to a tight fit Timmy was forced up against her bulbous flesh underneath
her toes. Being tightly bound inside her crevices Timmy was barely able to
budge. His attempts at freeing himself from the crevices, which Timmy all too
well knew would soon turn into an acrid sweat oven, were futile. He even tried
to move over onto his side or his stomach, however, Timmy was his step-mommies
little insole. Timmy was disgusted but could not fight. When his mother inserted
her foot into her pump everything went dark andin a matter of minutes the heat
began to increase dramatically. his step-mother then walked out to the car
making Timmy grow a bit dizzy from the movement. With each step Timmy
practically was forced to taste huge hunks of toe flesh that were forced into
his mouth and pressed firmly against his body. But was even worse than this was
the fact that with every wiggling of Timmy's step-mom's toes, Timmy's manhoood
was made to rub up against those fleshy portions inside the crevices. Although,
before his mother made it outt o the car the wigling was too sporadic and
intermingled with moments of extreme pressure and motion caused by the walking
for Timmy to grow an erection. But as soon as timmy's sep-mom stepped into her
car and began driving she began to rythmically wiggle her toes over and over
again forcing Timmy's manhood to become stand at attention to the damanding,
prods of his step-mother's toes. Nevertheless, timmy was spared any premature
ejaculation as his step-mother arrived to work at her office. Unfortunatley for
Timmy, his step-mother was a secretary for a lawyer, and therefore sat at a desk
most of the day fidgetting with her shoes and almost incessantly scrunching
moulding and wiglgin her toes. As Timmy recalled this from times past when he
would accompany her to work during the summer, he began to worry about what sort
of torture-like habits his step-mother might employ on her tiny toes toy
throughout the day. By the time Timmy's step- mother had reached her office, the
already smelly confines of the hose grew substantially ranker with the increased
perpsiration of his step-mom's feet. Her feet also became saturated with sweat
thereby saturating TImmy with sweat as well. And then the naughty proddings
began as TImmy;s step-mom vehemently started srucnhing and wiggling her toes
over Tiny Tim bringing him quickly to attention. They would come at rythmicall
intervels, one 5 minute set would get Timmy up, another 5 minute rest would
allow Timmy to decrease somewhat. And then another 5 minutes and so on and so
forth until around noon when his step- mother, anxious for lunch, continued her
prodding for over 20 minutes straight, during which time Timmy strained to
prevent his release of fliud. However, the constant rubbing of the extremely
pungent sweaty flesh overwhelmed Timmy's 16 yr old resistance and forced him to
purge himself with such a violent force that he shuddered and kicked almost hard
enough f or his step-mother to feel it. But after the fact Timmy's step-mom's
toes conitued their play with his manhood, making Timmy to feel even more
overwhelmed by the vicious proddings on his now sesitive member. Then lunch time
came, which releived timmy of his foot torture. However the smell by this time
packed such a powerfull punch that Timmy could taste it through his nostrils and
the vinegar like odour stung as though sulfuric acid were being poured over him.
While at lunch his step-mom finally released Timmy from the constant sweat and
heat of being inside her shoe. Although the smell never left, Timmy could get
feel wafts of air penetrate the now sweat saturated mesh and flow into Timmy's
prison. Too bad for Timothy though, the rest was only temporary. Soon his
step-mother started slipping her foot in and out of her pumps causing Timmy to
shift about within her moist, fetid creivices. Because of the sweat, which was
almost like a natural lubricate, Timothy was forced to slipp underneather his
step-mom's instep. the smell there was no less ofensive, nor was it any more
comofrtable. But it did allow Timmy to stretch out a little. And so it continued
for about 30 minutes that Timmy's mother rubbed her little adopted pet with her
wrinkled feet. But when it came time to go she stood up with Timmy still stuck
in the instep. Timmy pancked and tried to make it to the saftey of the, awfully
unpleasant crevices, but was forced into a large wrinkle on the heel of his
mother's foot. The fit was tight and the pressure immense. Timmy was not able to
breath as all the air was forced out of him. Luckily for Timmy though his
step-mother felt him and toook of her shoe at her desk and rubbed her foot
against the flor to postion what she assumed to be a peice of cotton or
something, back into the more comortable confines of her crevices. It was there
that Timmy suffered the awfull smell and torture of his step-mom's feet
throughout that day. About 5 hours later Timmy's step-mom arrived at her home.
As she stepped into the house she noticed that Alicia and Elizabeth had a few
friends over and they were in their room listening to music, talking and doing
things that girls do. She decided not to bother them, but Elizabeth, upon
hearing her mother arrive home was first out tog greet her, and treated her
extra kind. After a little persuasion intermittenly interrupted by litte giggles
she got her mother to agree to a foot massage, as her feet were tired from a
long days work. She told her mother to let her take off her stockings,
explaining to her that it would feel goood on her feet if she were to scrunch
her bare feet on the carpet. With that Timmy's step mom removed her extremely
hot and smelly feet from her shoes and while Elizabeth took special care to make
sure that their mother did not find out that Timmy was in her stockings all day
today at work, so when she removed her stocking from the foot Timmy was
enprisoned within, she made sure that he fell to the toes section and tied the
opening to prevent Timmy's escape. She then laid aside the stockings, gave her
fot massage and then picked up the dirty smelly hose and brough them into her
and her sister's room. All the while Timmy revelling in the partial pleasure of
feeling cool fresh once again, found himself still uneasy with the fact that his
step-sister had control of him. Suddenly the loud clang of a small group of
girls clanged in Timmy's ears as Betty broguht him into the room. she then
whipsered to her little step- brother...."You may not survive this one
Timmy...!" then sadistically laughed.
IN SHOE DIARIES PART IV
By Ziggy
As Elizabeth walked into the room carrying Timmy within his step-mother's smelly
hose, Timmy was flung about inside his mesh prison. He tried to hold onto the
mesh in order to stay stable and was able to do so for enough time to see all of
his step-sister's friends starring at him intently. As Elizabeth stood around
her friends holding the stocking in the air she silenced the chattering teens as
their jaws dropped in awe and wonder at the tiny human form trapped within. Then
Alicia stood up and said, "See I told you guys, our step-brother shrinks. Is'nt
it cool! We can do whatever we want with him!" Then the chattering began again,
this time with less intensity as all the girls desired to have a look at poor
little naked Timmy. Timmywas now more frightened then he had ever been. All of
these girls around him, starring at him in all his nude glory. What was even
worse was the fact that as he looked around at the girls present he noticed that
most of them went to his school and knew him. He recognized some of Elizabeth's
cheer leading friends. there was Ashley, a blonde-haired ditz with a pretty face
and button nose, then there was Elisha, a beautifully tanned girl with crinkly
curly hair, and a little too much make-up. There was also Jessica; a skinny
brunette with short shoulder length hair. Of course there were also some of
Alicia's friends; among whom there was Mariia, a Mexican gal with the prettiest
face and darkest eyes, however she was fat as a result of too many chicharrones
and gorditas. Also with Alicia was another black friend of hers, Yolanda whom
Timmy had fallen in love with on occassion. She had a vuluptuous rear, plump
lips and the phyisique of a weight-lifter. All of Alicia's friends had
occopanied her home from cheerleading practice and consequently were wearing
their white gym socks and dirty white Keds. Alicia's friends on the other hand
had come home from the university with her. Maria was wearing brown hose with
brown slip-on sandals, Yolanda was wearing black socks, ols worn tennis shoes
and a gym suit, and finally Alicia was wearing black stockings and her old black
leather clogs. Needless to say the group of girls had on a variety of footwear
all of which were quite hot and pungent as Timmy would soon find out. Alicia,
being the older than her sister Elizabeth took the hose that Timmy was trapped
in and brought it to her face to talk to her step-brother. As she moved it
closer in she recognized the awfull smell of her mother's worn hose and quickly
moved it further away. She then soothingly spoke to her brother and said, "Hey
there little brother, how was your day today huh? What? I cant hear you..speak
up..;;" With that the girls laughed at Timmy's futile attempts to reach a
laudible enough octave to be heard by everybody. "Let me down! Get me out of
here right now!, This isnt funny, your gonna be in serious trouble when mom
finds out!" Timmy shouted. But Alicia ignored him and then set him on the ground
around all the girls. Timmy looked up through his mesh prison and saw Alicia
removing her shoes. Alicia thent old her friends, "This is really funny you have
to watch this...when you make him smell your feet he gets up! and I mean really
gets up!" The girls, inconsiderate of TImmy's privacy laughed and began to take
off their shoes one by one. Alicia then instructed the girls to place the feet
in a circle around Timmy. Still inprisoned in his smelly stocking cage Timmy
could not attempt an escape but stood up despite the fact that he had to hold up
the hose. All the girls then took off their shoes and surrounded Timmy with
their pungent feet. There were smells of all sorts, and the intensity was
increases by as the moved in closer. All the while the incessant sound of
chattering and giggling persiste getting louder and louder as Alicia prompted
her little step brother to play with himself. Now it was a condition of Timmy's
as a result of his foot fetish that the smell of women's feet always made him
stand erect and despite his efforts to resist, Timmy's tiny member stood high
and mighty in the midst of the raunchy odours surrounding him. Alicia pointed
this out to her friends and they all laughed. Then, Elizabeth reached over and
picked up timmy within the hose and said that she had an idea. She unraveled the
knot at the opening of the stocking and reached in her hand to pull Timmy out.
Timmy watched as his step-sister's gigantic fingers maneuvered their way towards
him. Timmy tried to fight them off but it was like and ant pushing against a
bulldozer. Elixabeth then grabbed wrapped her forefinger, middle finger and
thumb around his waist. when she closed her grip on him Timmy felt the pressure.
She then pulled him out. As he was slowly taken out of the dark rankness of his
step-mother's still slightly moist hose Timmy was expecting to feel a waft of
fresh air fill his nostrils, but much to his dismay as he was removed totally
from the Hose and took a deep breath he found that the smell of his
step-mother's feet were strong in his nostrils still. He could not wipe it off
nomatter how ahrd he tried. When he wiped his nose with his arm the smell was
only intesified as the sweat from her feet had soaked into his skin. But raunchy
smells were seemingly Timmy's purpose in life, as Elizabeth intesified the
odours by bringing him close to her mouth where she began to speak to him. Not
only was the her voice banging in his eardrumms now but her breath was foul and
remeniscent of pickles and onions. But then Elizabeth made deal with Timmy. She
said," After smelling all of our feet, if you can identify the smell of
everybody's feet then we wil let you go. But if you fail, then we will all cover
you in sugar and suck on you like a lolly pop, or we may even use you as a toe
seperator as we paint our toes." The girls allt hought this was a fun idea and
laughingly agreed to do it. Elizabeth then took her sister's smelly clogs and
was going to tape Timmy inside of them. Alicia then pushed her rank clog over to
Elizabeth who placed Timmy in the arch. As she forced Timmy slowly into the dark
black smelly confines of the shoe Timmy became again overwhelmed with the smell
of his sister's feet. It was not too much different than his step-mother's in
that it was acrid, however, there was a powerfull must that was added to the
pungency. Timmy now lay on his back in the arch pinned down by his sister's huge
finger. She then told Timmy to spread his arms and legs, which Timmy slowly did,
knowing he was totally at the mercy of these micheivous girls. Elixabeth then
took smalll strips of tape and tapes down his wrists and ankles. The tape
adhered to Timmy almost like cement. His arms and legs were rendered imobile and
Timmy frightened began to struggle. But then Elizabeth topped him off by tap
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