This choice: Nick is defiant, earning himself a training camp with the girls track team. • Go Back...Chapter #6Trained Under the Track Team by: jdoe11   Believing that her threat had done its work, Mrs. Hollie lifted the hot foot pinning the tiny into the cool tile floor and began gently prodding it towards its new home in her shoe.
But the foolish tiny still refused to accept reality, and bolted around his teacher's titanic toes in an attempt to escape her grasp.
The monolithic teacher just sighed in disappointment.
"Ok. Have it your way then."
Mrs. Hollie lifted her damp hot foot again and stomped down roughly on the tiny Nick, grinding him into the sweaty flesh of her tired calloused feet. Once she was satisfied, she scrunched him up under her powerful toes and brought him into her shoe, where he stayed for the rest of the day, thoroughly pinned under the math teacher's gross foot.
After the final bell of the day finally rang, Mrs. Hollie stomped irritably towards the high school gym where the school's athletic director and girls' track team coach, Ms. Brooke, was waiting.
"Hey Brooke, I need a favor, please."
"Whatcha need? " the peppy athletic woman in her late thirties responded.
"I finally got my hands on a purge tiny-" Mrs. Hollie said, plucking the tiny Nick from between her moist toes and presenting him to Brooke.
"Oh congrats!!" Brooke regarded Nick with an envious look in her eye.
"Thanks! Except so far it's in major need of obedience training. Think you can help me out?"
Brooke's eyes widened. "Wait here one second" she said before disappearing back into the equipment room for a few minutes. When she returned, she was carrying a pair of black, well-worn Nike runners with neon accents.
She placed one of the shoes on her desk next to Nick and tipped it towards him. Instantly the thick overpowering musky smell of teen feet bowled the tiny boy over and sent him sputtering into a coughing fit. He'd been miserable in Mrs. Hollie's musty shoe but her lotioned, slightly sweaty scent would have been like roses to him now.
Unresponsive to the shrunken boy's horrified reaction, Brooke cupped a giant calloused hand behind Nick and pushed him toward the mouth of the shoe, flicking him over the edge before tipping it over and sending him plummeting into the toe where the smell was concentrated most.
but there was something strange about the shoe. Just behind the imprints from its previous owners' toe pads, there were a bunch of something that looked like straps sticking out of the insole. The roaring of scraping fabric filled Nick's ears as Brooke removed the shoe's laces and pulled back the tongue so both she and Mrs. Hollie could look in from above.
Brooke's titanic finger intruded into the shoe forcing the tiny boy onto his back near the straps. She then began using her other hand to deftly work the straps around each of his arms and legs, until he was thoroughly secured to the toe of the shoe's insole.
"That's nifty." Mrs. Hollie commented as Brooke re-set the laces, blatantly ignoring the squirming tiny's screams and futile attempts at escaping the restraints.
"Yep! We used to get requests like this all the time back when we were a bigger school and got more shrinks. This pair here hasn't been used in years, but it should still do the job just fine. The girls are gonna love this! Mind if I test it out for them first?"
"Be my guest," Mrs. Hollie agreed.
Brooke slipped off her sandals and brought the tiny-containing running shoe toward her bare foot. Nick struggled in a frenzy against his bindings when the light filtering into the shoe grew dim. Then the Wrinkled and calloused sole of the mature gym teacher came into view.
"No... No! NO!!!!!! GET AWAY FROM ME! GET AWA--AGHHHHHH!!!" The tiny screamed to nobody before Brooke's rough toes clamped down on him, filling his mouth and nose with the taste and scent of her mature feet.
"Ahhhhh yeah this is gonna be great for my girls. Maybe I'll reward this pair to the fastest 11m at the beginning of class each day. That should ramp up their competitive spirit! ...How long can the track team use this?" Brooke asked while absentmindedly squeezing the miserable tiny under her toes."
"I can wait a month max. After that he'll just need to learn anything else he needs to about his new life under my foot. Do whatever it takes."
"Don't worry. In my experience, just a few weeks with the track team should be enough to work out any disobedient tendencies for the tinies that serve our school's staff." Brooke assured her.
"Looking forward to it then! You're the best Brooke! Thanks again!"
Nick heard the sound of the door to Brooke's office shutting, muffled significantly within the confines of the shoe and toe flesh. Brooke went back to filling out paperwork at her desk for the next hour, until it was time for the girls track team practice to begin.
Light and relatively fresh air filtered into the humid running shoe as Brooke peeled her slick wrinkled feet away from the entrapped tiny boy.
"Good news ladies! One of your teachers has generously donated this team a tiny insole to use as much as we please during practices and matches for the next month. I'm sure you're all excited to give it a try. So I look forward to your competitive drive shining through as you compete for it at the beginning of each practice in a 100m dash! Give it your all!
"Yes Ma'am!" A chorus of overexcited teen voices shouted from outside the shoe. Nick shivered in panicked fear against his cruel restraints as the screech of a whistle was followed by the pounding of dozens of feet against the ground.
"I WON!!" A chipper voice exclaimed to the disgruntled groans of the losers.
The tiny boy's horrible prison tilted as the face of a gigantic young face appeared peering into the mouth of the shoe to get a look at her prize. She was...
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