The Great Con: Part 2

At first being trapped in her sock wasn't too horrible, all things considered. But as the night drew on, the time spent under the covers made her feet warmer causing them to start once again adding to the funk already caught up in the sock. I wished more than anything to have the ability to sleep, but I was trapped wide awake with nothing but my thoughts and the ever growing stench of Lola's foot.

As the heat increased I felt a growing need for a drink. Not that I ever needed one again, my mouth was dry and I was desperate to wet it. I started licking the sweat that was slowly leaking out of her foot. By the time she woke up I was still desperately lapping away at her foot, trying to quench my seemingly never ending thirst.

"Oh wow!" She said. "I can't believe you actually listened to me and spent the night licking my foot. You're even more pathetic than I thought. But it's kind of cute that you're already that devoted to me."

She got up and got dressed for the day before taking her sock off and setting me free. She placed me on her desk where she then proceeded to rest her now bare feet while she played on her phone. I wasn't stupid. I moved over to her foot and began to lick her heel. She said nothing, just continued to play on her phone. After a while of me licking her foot clean, she pulled them away to the floor and leaned in towards me.

"I'll tell you what," She said, "Since you've done such a good job serving my feet for just being introduced to this new life, I think I'm willing to reward you with some time away from my feet. What do you think? Would you like that?"

"Yes!" I cried out. "Dear God yes! Please give me a break! This is too much!"

"Don't worry, I have a nice treat for you. I know how much all the guys like my ass, so I figured you might enjoy some time up and close with it!"

Before I could even respond she scooped me off the table and walked off to her dresser. She pulled out a pair of sweat pants and changed into them. Then she pulled back on the back of the waistband, pulling back both her pants, as well as her underwear. She casually dropped me in and let the waistband slap back in place. I was upside down pinched uncomfortably between her ass cheeks. I tried to squirm free and seconds later I felt her fingers pushing on me from outside the fabric, pushing me deeper into her ass crack until I couldn't go any deeper. Once I stopped, she poked my head a couple times and giggled.

"Perfect!"

As her finger pushed on the back of my head, I could feel my face being shoved into her warm, puckering asshole. When she started walking I was small enough and deep enough that I caused her no discomfort.

"Well I guess now that I don't have a roommate to be embarrassed in front of anymore," I heard her say, "that means I can make a nice big batch of cheesy eggs!"

I started to squirm. I had to break free. I felt her finger push the back of my head again, burying my face deep in her asshole, and she just held me there until I stopped squirming. By the time she pulled her finger back, I had to pull with all my strength to break my head free from her asshole. After that I didn't squirm, I just waited in anxious panic. Cheesy eggs give her the worst gas ever. 

She ate them one time when I was home and the whole house stank for the entire day. She was so embarrassed. At least I thought she was. With the way she announced that she was having them I couldn't help but feel she ate them in front of me that one time specifically for this moment. After coming to this realization, I began to wonder how much of the relationship we had built up was all just a set up to learn me and prepare me for the torture she had planned this entire time. When she sat down, I could feel her ass cheeks tightening around me. She didn't sit long. She ate those eggs down as quick as she could and started to clean up. 

"So here's the plan little buddy," she said. "I got the whole day off with nothing to do but sit back and binge watch some shows I've been meaning to catch up on. You already know what's going to be coming your way. But don't worry, I'll make sure to keep under the covers, so it won't bother me at all! And to make it better, I just happen to have some Indian food left overs from the other night. I think I'll have that for lunch!"

A strong rumble in her stomach sent vibrations I could feel, being so tightly enclosed in her ass. She got down on her knees and her ass cheeks spread enough to relieve some pressure but was still tight enough to hold me in place.

"I'll give you one freebie," she told me. "I'll leave the first one out in the open so it doesn't suffocate you all at once. But after this one free one, Its under the blanket and its binge time!"

I braced myself for a huge explosion. However what I got was far worse. Instead of one quick blast, it was a slow leak that seemed to seep out forever with a smell so strong I could taste it with my mouth closed. I felt her get up and she went to make herself comfortable on the couch with her big comforter wrapped around her to prevent any further gas from bothering her.

Her farts were constant and beyond intense, especially for how tiny I was. I wished I could die as searing hot gas burned my face. Time seemed to stop as the day droned on. I was pretty sure if I could've died, the smell alone would've been enough to kill me. It felt as though my face was going to melt off every time she released more gas. The only time she got up was to  make lunch, after which, the smell of her farts grew even more intense and I didn't think that was possible.

Being buried in her ass, I had no means of even guessing how long I've been there or what time it was. By the time she got up to go to bed, my brain was trying so hard to escape the constant torture, I hadn't even noticed. All through the night  the farts continued, and all I could do was lay there and take it.

The next morning after she woke up, she got changed before sticking her fingers down her ass crack and grabbed me by the feet and pulled me up, using me like butt floss in the process. After I was freed, I had very little time to enjoy myself before she picked up a pair of nylons she had laying on the bed and dropped me in it. Her foot wasted no time following me down and pinning me to the elastic fabric.

"Today I definitely need to make it in to work," she said, "and you're coming with me."

She slid on her work flats, which she's had since I moved in, and kept getting ready for work. The stale stench of her old flats was quickly brought back to life by the warmth of her foot. Going through a day of work was far less horrid than the time I spent in her gym shoe, but it was still extraordinarily painful as well and degrading as well.

She ended up working a double shift at work, and by the time she got home she was exhausted and made her way straight to bed, intentionally leaving her shoe on just to torture me. As bad as her feet stank because of not washing them, mixed with the smell of years worth of wear built up in her flat, still wasn't as terrible as being subjected to the vile gas that escaped her ass the night prior.

The next morning, as she awoke, she began to vigorously wiggle her toes. She kicked her shoes off and began to remove her nylons. Once again, her footwear came off, and I did not. She peeled me off and grabbed me by my chest and feet. Then without even so much as a word, she began to use me to floss in between her toes, cleaning them of any toe jam that may have built up by covering me in it. Finally she deposited me in between her big and second toe.

"Lick," she commanded.

I felt beat, battered, and abused. All I wanted was a break, but that was nothing more than a pipe dream. I would never catch another break again. Then, as if the universe didn't think my suffering was enough, before I could start licking I found myself shrinking even more. By the time I stopped, I was so small that I could stand in the space between her toes that I had just been laying in. Now that I had gotten even smaller, the smell around me grew in intensity. I looked back at Lola who was smiling.

"I see you finally hit your final shrinking spurt," she said. "Unfortunately, all you're good for now is a little toe jam eater. It would take far to long for you to lick my whole foot clean, and I don't have the patience for that. Anyways, don't let the shrinking stop you. I told you to lick, now get to work! This is your life now, get used to it!"

Defeated, I had no choice but to obey. I couldn't believe my terrible luck. Not only to I have to spend the rest of my life suffering, but I'll never be shown a single ounce of consideration, and never find any form of a break from the non-stop torture. After the final shrinking spurt, I spent pretty much the rest of my days in between her toes. Whether she was wearing socks and shoes, or laying on the couch barefoot, I could be found trapped between her toes, forever licking...