The Stalker

I turned around and began running for my life. Once I started moving, she rushed in my direction to try and catch me. I sprinted with everything I had, trying to reach the chair by the island, just to at least have something to try and put between her and I. 

She squatted down and tried to catch me; her hand crashing dangerously close to me. I didn’t stop, I just kept sprinting under the chair.  

As I ran under the chair, she tried to reach under and pinch me between her fingers. Luckily, just as she closed her fingers, I stumbled and fell forward, just barely escaping her grasp. I quickly jumped back to my feet and kept going.  

She got down on all fours and tried sweeping her hand across the floor to catch me. Thankfully I put just enough distance between her that the chair prevented her from reaching me as her hand snapped shut in an attempt to grab me. I changed direction and started once again back towards the living room. I knew if I got in there I’d have a lot more things that I could put between her and I and give myself a chance to find a way to hide. As I ran, I could hear her footsteps coming up behind me.  

In a matter of seconds, she was right behind me, and I noticed a giant shadow drop over me. I turned to look at what was happening, and as I did, I lost my footing. I dropped to the floor, landing hard on my chest. I rolled onto my back to see Steph hovering her foot directly over me.   

Scared, I instinctually put my hands out in front of me to protect myself. I was paralyzed with fear as she slowly lowered her foot, bringing it closer and closer to my diminutive body.

Her heel connected softly with the ground as the rest of her foot slowly followed, until the ball of her foot made contact with my outstretched hands. They stopped for a second. 

“Aww,” she said. “That’s so pathetically cute that you really think those little toothpick arms are going to be able to stop what’s coming next!” 

I screamed out in fear as she slowly lowered the ball of her foot more and more, with my pathetic attempt to stop it from happening, failing miserably. The next time she stopped moving her foot, her foot flesh was pressed tightly against my body, pinning me and leaving me completely immobile. My face was buried in her sole as she once again began to add more pressure. 

As her immense weight pressed down on me, I could feel myself flattening out underneath her. After she had her foot completely flat on the floor, she picked up her other foot, ensuring that all her weight was now on me as she raised her heel and put all the extra pressure on the ball of her foot. I could hear her giggle as she began to twist her body back and forth over me. Had I not been made extra durable by watch; she surely would have absolutely pulverized my body. I was so grateful when she finally put her other foot down, relieving me of half the pressure. 

Suddenly, all the pressure was gone as I felt myself rise into the air as she lifted the ball of her foot to check out her work. Seeing me stuck to her foot caused her to laugh. 

“Look at you now, you perverted little shit!” She said. “Clearly you’d do anything just to be close to me, but I bet you never thought it’d be like this! Did you? I hope you like it down there, cuz after that shit you just pulled, you’re going to be there for quite a while! I can’t believe you would actually have the audacity to shrink yourself and sneak into my house! Like, are you fuckin serious!? You don’t even know anything about me! All you know about me is that I like gardening!” 

My heart skipped a beat. Did she know who I was!? 

“Yea, that’s right,” she said, as though having read my thoughts, “I know it’s you Shane. But what I bet you didn’t know is that I’ve been on to you. I’ve seen you trying to hide in your room upstairs and spy on me. I know you’ve been watching me since I moved in. Fuckin creep! Anyways, you wanted to shrink yourself down to get closer to me, and now you’ve gotten your wish. I hope it's everything you dreamed it would be! Oh, and I hope you like stinky feet, cuz I’m about to head to the gym, and you’re coming with!” 

She let her foot drop back to the ground, stood up and began walking, dragging me along with her. After a few minutes of walking around and gathering the things she needed, she took a seat and lifted her foot up.  

“Are you ready to head to the gym?” She asked casually. “I haven’t had a chance to wash these socks yet. I hope you don’t mind the smell of feet!” 

Once again she laughed, and I could feel her sock begin to slowly cover me, sealing me indefinitely to her foot. Once it was in place she brought her foot back down and slid it into her shoe. I laid there, completely pinned, held tight between her foot and her insole as she put on her other sock and shoe. Once she was set, she got up and began making her way out of the house. 

I must say, I was surprised at how much better it actually felt being inside her shoe. When she was walking around barefoot, the hardwood floor was extremely painful when she stepped on me. Inside the shoe however, the ground was much softer due to her insole. For a brief moment I began to think that maybe this wasn’t so bad. Being in a shoe definitely seemed better than the alternative. I couldn’t help but wonder if she would’ve made the same choice if she knew how much more bearable she had just made it for me. 

For a while I just laid there, unable to move, contemplating my situation. Being stuck under her foot wasn’t exactly the most pleasant experience, but at the end of the day, at least it was the foot of the most beautiful woman I had ever seen. If I had to be shrunken and enslaved to someone, I couldn’t think of anyone else that I’d rather belong to. I just had to make sure to remember that to try and help make this situation a little more bearable. I just threw my entire life away, I had to try my best to find some kind of upside to the situation. 

Once she got to the gym and began her workout, I found my situation quickly changing. The heat in her shoe began to rise exponentially within a matter of minutes. The shoe very quickly began feeling like a sauna, and the heat coming out of her body felt like it was cooking me alive. As the air grew thicker, I began to notice the smell. She was starting to work up a sweat, and as it mixed with the old, stale sweat that was locked in her sock, it created a funk around me that could suffocate a horse! 

As the heat and smell rapidly intensified, I realized that I was wrong earlier when I thought being trapped in her shoe was better than her being barefoot. I most definitely would prefer the simple pain of being trampled over the excruciated pain of breathing in the insanely dense, toxic air that surrounded me. While being trampled hurt my body, being forced to breath in these deadly fumes burned my eyes and lungs as the sweat that now surrounded me, burned every inch of my skin. I was beyond ready to get out, and her workout had just started. 

While I was familiar with her home routine, I had no clue what she did when she was away, so I had no clue as to how long this workout session might last. All I knew was that this Hell she was putting me through would only continue to grow worse until she was finally done. And even then, I still had to hope that she removed these nasty socks and shoes after her workout. If not, there was no telling how long I’d be here, or how bad these conditions might get. 

As her workout droned on, the situation I was facing in the confines of her shoe grew steadily worse.

I was cursing myself for my foolishness. I knew the risks involved, and I went through with it anyways. Even after the universe tried telling me multiple times to reconsider my choices, I ignored them and pushed forward. Now here I was, not much bigger than a bug, trapped in the shoe of the woman I’d spent the last several months obsessing over. I wish I would’ve just found the nerve to introduce myself. Talk to her a little bit and get to know her the normal way. And now, though I have definitely learned my lesson, it’s gotten far too late to do anything about it...