Phil walked down the hallway looking over his shoulder making sure no one was around. He walked down the steps that lead to the girls' locker room and crept up to the door. He looked through the window in the door. There was nobody inside and the girl's gym class wouldn't be over for another 20 minutes.

Looking up and down the aisles, Phil looked for locker 311. As he sat down on the wooden bench in front of the locker he thought this combination better work for the money he had paid Sarah for it. The lock clicked and his heart jumped. He opened the locker to see the treasure he been lusting after for so many months. Jessica's socks sitting on top of her clothes. He bent over to pick them up when all the sudden the lights flickered on and off.

When the lights came back on, Phil was facing a huge concrete wall. He looked around. The concrete floor looked like it stretched out for miles. He looked up and realized what had happened. He saw what he thought was the wall, but it was just the space under the lockers. He couldn't believe it. He had shrunk down to about a half inch tall!

He started to panic. He didn't know what to do. Then he heard noises that sounded like thunder. It was the girl's gym class. It was over and they were coming back. He looked and saw girls coming down the row. He looked up and saw them towering over him. One girl stepped right over him. The wind from her foot blew him over. When he got back to his feet he saw that she was Jessica. She must have been at least 1000 feet tall now compared to him, but she was still beautiful with her long brown hair and deep dark eyes.

He was so entranced that he didn't even realize that he was still standing in front of her locker. Her huge tennis shoes came down on each side of him. He stared up at her legs. They were stretched up farther than he could see. All of a sudden she squatted down. It was like the sky had fallen. Her ass was all that he could see. It was covered in tight blue spandex. He had looked at her butt a thousand times before, but now he was almost frighten by it. He could easily get lost in there for weeks because of his size.

He had to get her attention, but he knew that she wouldn't hear his voice. He tried to climb onto her shoe, but the rubber sole was too thick. It was 10 feet tall compared to him. He saw that she had reached down to undo her shoe laces and took off her shoe. The smell hit him right away. The rank, hot sticky vinegar musk of her foot hit him hard. He ran to her white sock. The fabric was damp and heavy. He started to climb the threads when all the sudden she took it off. He was flipped inside and trapped. It was a foot sweat prison.

He started to tumble when she threw the sock into the locker. He tried to pull and crawl out when he finally got to the top. He saw her again, but this time she was out of her gym clothes and in her school uniform. Her giant hand reached down and she accidentally grazed him, knocking him down. It was like getting hit by a truck. He flew back and landed on something soft, but her hand was still right above him. She picked up what he was sitting on and he thought that she may have seen him, but she hadn't.

As she lifted up the soft fabric, he fell down. Soon he hit the bottom. He realized that he had fallen into her sock. It was her right sock. He looked up at the opening and saw her pink toes sliding toward him. The fabric was stretched tight and covered him entirely. He was trapped in between her hot toes which were still hot from gym class. It had only been a second, but the heat was unbearable. She slid her foot and Phil into the shoe and went to class. He was in the crevice between her big toe and second toe as he was squeezed like a vice. She thought it was just a piece of toe jam, nothing more. Sock lint. Not a human being.

The movement of her walking was terrible. He was flying up and down whenever her foot hit the ground. It was like an earthquake shaking him. Her sweat covered him. It covered his face so much that he couldn't see at all. He could feel her hot toe flesh rubbing against him. The smell of musty leather and vinegar sweat scent of her foot. In the middle of class, she had a itch. She was flinching and moving her toes, rubbing up and down all over Phil. It was hell!

This was something he had dreamed of, but now her feet were his nightmare. The heat was making him thirsty. After an hour he was forced to drink the only thing he could; her foot sweat. He licked the dew from her toes. The constant rubbing and the heat and dankness was driving him mad. Soon his clothes had become drenched with her foot sweat. Her simple movements tore them apart. He was now skin-on-skin with her feet.

Phil let go of all hope of ever getting out alive, so he wanted one last moment of bliss with her feet without her sweat. He moved easy into the small crevices of skin between her toes and slowly started to pump into it. Jessica felt him between her toes but didn't know what it was, so she began moving her toes around for comfort. She was forcing Phil against her skin and he came. He was exhausted form the heat and he thought that it would be best to stay as still as possible. It was last class and Jesscia was going home for the day .