It had been a relatively normal day for all intents and purposes. Nick was staying a few minutes after first period math to ask his teacher a few questions about problems he'd missed in the homework. That was when the siren went off.
At first, he had turned towards the door in hopes of seeing any new shrinks occurring. But then he started to feel dizzy, and the floor started approaching like it had a mind of its own. He understood what was happening in slow motion, but didn't want to accept it.
No no no no no! Not me! Not here of all places!! Nick screamed internally, struggling to get the images of girls who already liked to tease him now gigantic gods intent on tormenting him out of his mind.
Noticing this, Mrs. Hollie moved swiftly towards the classroom door and locked it shut.
Good, at least I have a trustworthy teacher here to protect me from the other kids...
Nick's world finally stopped spinning. He looked around to see the ominously unfamiliar landscape filled with gigantic desks and chairs. His gaze finally came around to meet an enormous black closed-toe high heel shoe. And for some reason, it was empty.
Nick began to feel unsettled as his gaze continued on to the lightly calloused mass of damp flesh positioned on the floor next to the shoe.
um... why did Mrs. Hollie take her shoe off?
Nick's mind was racing. He looked up into the sky, tracing the long slender legs of the 28 year old math teacher up to her slender torso, modest breasts, and cute face. The goddess's large brown eyes were fixed on him. He couldn't help but feel like a product being appraised.
Mrs. Hollie drummed her red-painted toes on the tile floor impatiently.
"What are you waiting for tiny, get in."
She kicked the black shoe over, revealing a faded silvery sole leading into a dark covered-toe section.
What.... no.. I don't--
Nick's tiny body wouldn't budge, unable to process this sudden change. Mrs. Hollie had always been one of his favorite teachers. She was always to kind and understanding with her students, yet firm and commanding of respect. That care was nowhere to be seen in the glassy eyes of the terrifying giant woman in front of him.
The teacher sighed and lifted her foot slightly, lowering it onto her new insole.
"Wha--- Ew Ew Ew! No! Sto--Aghhh" Nick screamed though no one could hear him. His naked tiny body was crushed into the floor as his teacher's hot meaty sole enveloped him, filling his face with damp foot flesh and cutting off his futile cries.
Lucky find! I've always wanted a tiny pet to help cushion and massage my feet in these heels all day. Looks like I'll still have to put in the work to train it though... she lamented to herself.
Mrs. Hollie moved her dainty foot again, rolling the tiny toy underneath her toes and positioning him so that his teeny tiny face was visible through her toe gaps.
"I'll say this once little Nickey. I'm not your teacher anymore. I'm your owner. Get used to being up close and personal with my feet like this. You'll be working very closely together.
You know how this works. There's no going back to your old life. These feet are your life now, so treat them well. That is unless you'd rather I donated you to the school track team. I'm sure each and every one of those spunky girls would love to help break you in."
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