This choice: Go ahead and smell her shoes, you may never have an opportunity like this again • Go Back...Chapter #4Go ahead and smell her shoes, you may never hav... by: jayjay   Despite knowing the possibly disastrous consequences that could ensue if his actions were to be discovered, Tom decided to go ahead and sniff his stepmother's shoe. With everyone gone and the entire house to himself, he felt confident that this little reverie could be done secretly. Steadying himself for what most people on the outside looking in would view as catastrophically foolish, given the circumstances and nature of his female relatives and their powers, Tom continued to stare at Cathy's large, black flat shoe. Scuffed and well-worn, it didn't take a genius to realize that it smelled, and smelled strong. As a large stature, middle aged woman, Cathy remained physically active, sweating voraciously during her workouts.
Tom knew that her large feet were prone to sweat. Peering into the well-tread shoe insole, Tom crazily imagined what it would feel like to drown in his stepmother's foot sweat. Thinking back to an instance in which just this had happened to a close friend of his, he could almost hear the miniscule sobs as Cathy had casually held her one of her while gym socks over Kevin, gleefully wringing large drops of sweat onto the terror stricken boy. At only a quarter of an inch in height, what appeared to be a small amount of liquid became a torrential flood of salty feminine foot sweat that drowned Kevin in a matter of minutes. Tom remembered how his Aunt and sister laid on their knees alongside Cathy, gleefully watching the drowning of Tom's friend beneath an ocean of smelly sweat. Tom too had been there, forced to watch the execution. Cathy seemed to enjoy this, as it slowly instilled in Tom the power of the females in his life, and filled him with a growing sense of inferiority centered around there feet.
Waking from this uncomfortable waltz down memory lane, Tom took the plunge, placing his nose down into his stepmother's shoe, making sure to focus on the toe area. The smell that met him could not be prepared for. A cross between dried sweat and rotten fruit, Tom audibly gasped for breath. This was no ordinary foot odor, he realized. No, this was the stench of despair and humiliation personified. God, no wonder so many people at Cathy's feet broke down and submitted to her. Who could fend off such a smell? At an inch or smaller in size, it became almost too much to even speculate what the results would be. And this after only smelling her shoe! Gathering his nerves for another go round, Tom again sniffed the shoe, with the same result, only this time his eyes began to water slightly. He thought before that his groin would stiffen, as he had long ago taken to smelling the shoes and socks of his female friends, but this, this was not like those times. This was simply too much, making the prospect of an erection of any sort impossible. Still, shaking from the taboo nature of it all and enjoying the feeling of powerlessness that came over him, Tom continued to smell the rancid shoe. During this, he let his imagination go, fantasizing over the ghoulish ways his female family members could torment him beneath their feet. So lost in this little activity, Tom neglected the time. Only later would he realize how it was possible lose track of time and his bearings. He should have known something was up, and that Cathy would be able to weave a spell to confound him, leaving him in an embarrassing and vulnerable position.
While at Claire's game, Cathy and Ann barely contained their excitement. After telling Ann that "Operation Sweat Stepson Away" was in effect, Ann, in her forties, became giddy as a teenager. For her part, Claire maintained a smug grin the entire time, but tried to keep her head in the game. Plus, as much as she wanted to utterly crush her brother's spirit beneath her feet, she knew that Cathy and Ann would get to have their way with him first. Due to that, there was a good chance that little Tom wouldn't last long enough to experience her feet. Still, seeing him cry and sob for mercy at her mom and aunt's feet would be enjoyable to watch. After all, she'd been subjected to them several times before and knew how terrible it felt to feel that bulbous flesh compress your body and to breath that powerful scent in, all while only being an inch tall. However, she took comfort in the fact that she'd only been subjected to Cathy and Ann's feet for five minutes tops at any point. That was horrid enough to make her cry and wail with despair. She couldn't imagine what would ensue if she were kept at them for hours on end, which is exactly what the plan was for Tom. She doubted he'd survive for more than an hour, in all honesty.
Having placed a fetish spell, as she called it, on her stepson, Cathy and Ann agree on how long each of them would have Tome at their feet. Without question, Cathy had first dibs on him, and it was assumed that she reserved the right to keep him as long as she desired, if she felt circumstances warranted it. However, the plan was to walk in on Tom as he was helplessly smelling her shoes, as she knew he would be, and humiliate him for a bit. She'd explain her plan and what the plan was for him, and then he'd be shrunk. From there, she might as well have Clair look into adopting another boy, because however long Tom lived, he wouldn't be returning to his normal life ever again, that was for sure. From there, she'd keep him at her smelly feet for ten minutes and then give him to Ann for a bit. Depending on whether Tom survived or remain in any way coherent, they'd let Claire play with him for a bit.
Continuing to sniff the strong scented footwear, Tom heard the front door click, followed by laughter. "That was an outstanding game, sweetheart," he heard his aunt say to his sister. "Yeah, the way you stepped on that stupid girl's hand sliding into first base was fun to see for the look on her face," Cathy rejoined. "Well guys, I think I've had my fill of stepping on hands today. What I'd really like to do is feel someone knew under my sweaty foot. You know, someone that hasn't had the privilege of experiencing what it's like to be a grain of dirt under my feet!" All of the women laughed. Clair and Ann kicked off their shoes in the corner. Claire's cleats were a little muddy and she sighted contentedly in her knee high socks when she was free of them. Cathy, however, kept her Roman style sandals on as all three made their way up to her bedroom, each with a Cheshire grin on their faces.
Tom's heart beat faster than it ever had before, as he knew exactly what was about to happen. He also knew that his inability to stop smelling or remove his face from his mother's shoe was due to something his stepmother had concocted, and that scared him to the very marrow of his bones. As the bedroom door opened and he heard the clop of sandal encased feet make their way towards him, tears of fear and frustration streamed down his face down into Cathy's shoe. Through his peripheral vision, he could make out his sister's sweaty socked feet and those of his Aunt's. But what caused him to cease breathing were the Amazonian, roman style sandal covered feet that stopped directly in from of him. The strength posited in these feet radiate like lighting, sapping some of his will to even try to break free. But try he must. With all his might, Tom attempted to wrest himself away from the shoe, hoping to find it in himself to run away from this awful situation.
Is Tom successful, or is he doomed to whatever smelly foot fate his family have in store for him?  indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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