The Stripper

I was at the strip club when I saw her. She was a stripper and her name was Cami. The second I saw her she absolutely took my breath away. After that, I became a regular there, and I always stayed loyal to Cami. She was the only stripper that ever caught my attention. Everything about her was so hot, especially her sexy feet. Every time she danced on stage I couldn't take my eyes off them. One night when I went in, she was wearing this sexy Poison Ivy costume with these really hot knee high boots. She looked amazing, but I was a little disappointed that I couldn't see her feet at all. She seemed to take notice and came up to me after her dance was over.

"What's the matter Honey?" She asked.

"Nothin," I lied. "I always enjoy watching you up there. You're the most beautiful woman here."

"You know, I've notice you watching me for a while now. You're here quite a lot. And there's also this other thing I've been noticing about you and today I decided to test a theory." 

She sat down next to me and put her legs up on my lap leaving her boot covered foot dangling off my leg. I couldn't help but look down at her feet as her legs found their resting place on mine. I looked back up her and noticed her smiling.

"Yea," she said, "you're not interested in my tits or ass are you? You'd rather have my feet, wouldn't you?"

I looked at her bashfully.

"I'll tell you what," she said. "My shift is about to end and these boots are killing me. I could really use a nice long foot massage and something tells me that you'd be more than happy to come back to my place to give me one. So what do you say? Do you want to come rub my poor tired feet."

I was in utter shock. I couldn't believe the luck that I was having. There was no way this was really happening! I'd never been more lucky in my life. I truly felt like I hit the jackpot. The only thing was I was so stunned and overly excited that I couldn't utter a single word. Lucky I managed to nod sheepishly in agreeance, which was all she needed to grab me by the hand and start leading me out to her car, wishing several co workers a goodnight along the way.

The whole car ride she spoke to me sweetly, getting to know me a little, but I was struggling to focus as my primary attention was locked on those boot covered feet massaging the pedals as she drove. I couldn't wait to wrap my hands around them. Back at her house she led me to her couch and told me to sit. After I sat down, she sat down then shifted sideways and began to lay down, resting her feet on top of my lap.

"Ok," she said, "you can get started!"

I swallowed hard. I was a little nervous. I was a clean feet kind of guy and I was really hoping she would at least wash her feet before having me put my hands all over them. I put my hands around one of her boots and began to slide it off. As soon as her foot was free of the boot, and incredibly power stench rose up and punched me square in the nose. It was hard to believe that someone so beautiful could have such horribly stinky feet.

I was conflicted. On one hand, I was super excited to get the opportunity to rub the feet of the girl I've spent so much time dreaming about. But on the other hand, I was not looking forward to having to endure the smell or the feel of her thick slimy sweat all over my hands. But lust won out. I knew that if I passed on this opportunity, there very well may not be a second chance. My best bet was to do my best to enjoy it and try my hardest to ignore the heavy smell that was already beginning to cloud my mind. I pulled off her second boot and as her foot came free the already heavy and unbearable smell intensified. My eyes were on the verge of watering and I couldn't help but crinkle my nose, which she happened to notice.

"What's the matter Honey?" She asked. "Are they a little smelly?"

"Yea," I admitted quietly.

"But you don't mind it at all do you?" She said as she placed one of her bare feet on my face playfully so that my nose was buried directly under her toes were the smell was the heaviest. "You love my feet no matter what, don't you?"

I closed my eyes and held my breath and just nodded a "yes" in response.

"Oh come on now," she said, "you're not even smelling them! Come on, you know you enjoy the scent of a gorgeous goddess flooding into your nose! Plus me feet are so hot, I want to feel the cold air rush through my toes as you take a bunch of nice deep breaths through your nose. You don't want to disappoint me do you?"

I took a deep breath in. Immediately I wanted to gag. She was right though, the last thing I wanted was to disappoint her. I knew if I just got through this, I would more than likely get to keep enjoying her feet in the future. I just had to make sure to show her my devotion. I took deep breath after deep breath, feeling more dizzy with each one. Finally satisfied, she put her foot down. Thank God that's over, I thought. But then much to my dismay, her other foot came up and found its way to the exact same spot as the first one.

"That felt so good," she said, "now can you please cool off this one? Thanks!"

She said thanks without even giving me time to answer. I was already dizzy from the constant sniffing of her first foot, I wasn't sure how I was supposed to make it through that all over again. But breath after breath, I somehow prevailed. The smell was insanely intense and I wanted to vomit, but I managed to push through once again until she was satisfied and brought her foot back down to rest next to the other one on my lap. Finally ready to do what I came to do, I put my hands around her feet and began to rub them passionately.

"You know what?" She said a few minutes into her massage. "I'm sorry, I think maybe my feet smell worse than I initially thought. I think maybe they need a good cleaning. What do you think?"

"That's probably not a bad idea," I responded.

"Good, thanks! I'm glad you're willing to help!"

I was confused by what she meant, but before I had a chance to question her statement, she picked up a skull off the end table next to the couch and began to speak to it in some language that I had never heard before. The eye sockets began to glow an ominous green and a strange sensation began to sweep over my body. Next thing I knew, she took her feet off me and I began to dwindle down to nothing. By the time I stopped shrinking I was only a matter of inches tall. Small enough that she was able to pinch me up between her thumb and forefinger and lift me up off that ground as though I weighed absolutely nothing. She moved the end table and positioned it in front of her, then dropped me carelessly onto it.

She propped her feet up in front of me and immediately the smell hit me. It was now a thousand times stronger than it had been just moments ago when I was still full size. Shrinking down made the whole experience so much more intense, and not in a pleasant way.

"Mmmm," she moaned happily, "I'm so glad you offered to do this for me. Nothing feels better than a tongue bath by a shrunken man."

I couldn't believe my ears. She couldn't be serious! Unfortunately, though I didn't want it to be true, I knew that she was being absolutely serious. With how intense the smell was now, I dreaded the thought of putting my tongue against those nasty, sweat covered feet. She played me. That was quite obvious now, especially by her demeanor. All I could do now was obey and try my best not to anger or annoy her so that when she's had her fun she's kind enough to grow me back into a normal sized human being.

I made my way to her foot and licked it. My stomach immediately wretched, and as to how I didn't throw up on the spot, I still couldn't tell you. It was the most horrid experience of my life, but I knew if I ever wanted to grow back I would have to just push through and do whatever was necessary. She paid little to no mind as I licked away at the built up sweat on her foot. The only time she paid any attention was when she had to shift her foot so I could reach. Getting in between her toes was the absolute worst, with thick deposits of toe jam buried under a thick film of dried sweat. I don't know how exactly I managed it, or how long it took, but I was able to push through and clean both her feet. Noticing I was done she put her feet down and smiled at me.

"You. Are. The. Best!" She exclaimed excitedly. "I've tried this so many times now, and I could never convince any of the guys to lick my nasty feet and so I had no choice but to grow them back and let them go. But I just knew you would be different! You're so devoted and I knew you loved feet enough that you would suffer the smell just to please me. Now the spell is complete and you belong to me forever! My followers on Onlyfans are going to go crazy over you!!"

I couldn't believe it. The whole time I was cleaning her feet, I had myself convinced that what I was doing would get her to change me back, when in actuality what I was doing was sealing my fate. I was now hopelessly and utterly screwed. 

She got up and left the room, leaving me alone on the table. I walked to the edge and looked down. A fall that far at this size would certainly kill me. I was stuck until she returned. There was no chance of escape. She came back dressed in a sexy business suit, picked me up, and took me into her bedroom. She tossed me onto the bed and sat down herself. At the foot of the bed was her phone on a tripod recording what was happening.

"Show my fans how well you lick my feet!" She told me, placing her feet in front of me.

Once again I began to lick, but thankfully, because I had done such a good job the first time around, it really wasn't all that bad. So I spent a few minutes with my face buried in her toes before she shifted her foot and crushed me into the bed. She spent the next few minutes abusing me with her feet for the camera, giggling and having a wonderful time doing so. She closed her feet around me and ground me between them. By the time she was finished with her abuse I was too battered and beaten to stand back up.

"Too tired already?" She asked. "Ok then. I'll let you take a break."

She picked me up and leaned off the side of the bed, picking something up off the floor. It was a sock. She wasted no time dropping me in. The second I landed I knew that she had chosen a dirty sock because the smell that surrounded me was quite heavy. It was only a matter of seconds before her foot followed me in, and sealed me in my sock tomb. 

I heard a click as she turned off the bedside light, and then shortly after the air grew much thicker as she slid her feet under the comforter to go to sleep. Within minutes, I could feel her feet beginning to perspire. Her sweat mixed with the dry sweat in her sock quickly brought the stench up to its full potential in no time. The realization began to really sink in that this was now my life, from here until forever. As much as I loved feet, and even Cami, the last thing I wanted was to spend the rest of my life as a servant to these dreadfully smelly things. Unfortunately, at this point, the choice was no longer, and would never be again, mine...