Heaven and Hell: Part 1

She was one of my favorite social media foot models. I was a frequent customer buying used socks and custom content. And because I spoiled her so much she was always happy to chat with me. One day while we were talking, she told me that I was her best customer and she wanted to say thanks by making me a once in a lifetime offer. She knew I had a giantess fetish and managed to get her hands on a shrink ray. She said for the right price she would shrink me down and let me spend the whole weekend worshipping her. At this point she knew pretty much everything that I was in to because of all the content I bought off her so I knew if I agreed it would definitely be an amazing, can't miss, opportunity. We agreed on a price and the plan was to shrink me down on a Friday after work and keep me as her shrunken slave all the way through to Monday morning. She said she would give me the extra night because I was such a loyal customer. So the day finally came and I showed up at her house ready to start our weekend of Heaven. She opened the door and immediately shrunk me down. She brought me in and shut the door, then sat down on the steps and placed me at her feet. They were absolutely covered in filth from a whole day of walking around barefoot. She knew I loved dirty feet, and even though I didn't request this, she was sweet enough to make sure to do it anyways. I walked up to her feet and noticed they smelled pretty bad. "I haven't washed my feet for the last few days," she said when she saw my face twist in disgust from the smell. "You always said there was no such thing as too smelly so I thought I'd give you a nice treat!" I felt honored and extremely disgusted at the same time. At full size I would have been overjoyed to worship such smelly feet, but at this size the smell was far stronger and hard to bear. I hesitantly leaned in and started to lick her foot. The taste was absolutely foul beyond compare. Every tastebud in my mouth begged for me to stop, but I  couldn't. She had done all this just for me and I didn't want to disrespect her by admitting to her that it was too much. She saw me moving a little slowely and said, "don't be shy! I love having you down there at me feet! Feel free to dig in and really go at it!" I definitely didn't want to do that, but I also wanted to show my appreciation for this opportunity so I pushed harder and did everything I could to be more passionate with her foot. I tried my best to tune out the smell and taste, but to little avail. After a little while she started to get uncomfortable so she picked me up and we moved into the dining room where she set me on the table and once again propped her feet in front of me. It was the first time I had gotten a chance to see how much I had accomplished and I was surprised to see how much I had already managed to clean. After a little more cleaning she moved me into the living room onto the coffee table. I could tell she was getting antsy, so I did my best to hurry along and finish. As I finally finished up getting the last of the built up sweat off her feet I could feel her staring at me. I looked past her heel and there she was, just watching me. "Finally," she said, "you're done! That took a hell of a lot longer than I had expected! I'm glad you finished in time, I have to get ready. I'm meeting a friend at the gym shortly for a nice long workout, and you get to tag along inside my dirty gym sock! I've been working on this pair of socks for over a month now. I intended on selling them to you next time you asked because they are the smelliest pair I've ever made and I know how much you love the overwhelming odor of my sweaty feet! So I figured I'd wear them with you in them for one last workout, then when this is all over I'll let you keep them as a souvenir!" She didn't give me a chance to respond as she scooped me up and made her way up to her room to get changed. I wasn't sure that I liked this idea.. She said it was the smelliest pair she had ever made and the last pair I bought were almost too much to handle. I could only imagine how bad these ones would be, especially at my new size. We got into her room and she carelessly tossed me onto her bed. She reached into her drawer and pulled out a pair of socks that she was keeping in a zip-lock bag. She opened the bag as she made her way back to me. She was only halfway to me when the smell hit me. It was extremely potent, even more than any of her socks I buried my nose in, and she wasn't even close to me. I started to crawl back in fear, but she didn't seem to notice as she quickly scooped me up and brought me to the opening of her nasty gym sock. "I just know you're going to love this! I've got such a fun weekend planned out for you! Just wait til you see the surprise I have for you tonight when we get back!" She said with a wink. I opened my mouth to try and say I didn't want to go into her sock, but the thick stench around me was burning my throat as I breathed it in and it was hard to talk. By the time I had cleared my throat, her fingers opened up and down I went. I bounced off the walls of the sock until I came to a stop in the hard, crusty toe section. I was completely surrounded by the smell now. I felt weightless as she dropped her sock down below her foot to put it on. I saw it open up and I could see her massive toes racing down towards me. I opened my mouth to scream, but before I could get a sound out, her foot overtook me and I found myself stuck with my mouth open and pressed up against the webbing of her toes. I tried to move my head but she pulled the sock tight and squeezed her toes on my head right before she slipped her foot into her super nasty gym shoes. I wanted to cry as She started to walk. The smell was horrible, as was the taste I was now being forced to endure. She stepped outside and I could feel the temperature in her shoe rise drastically almost immediately. Her foot started to ooze sweat all over my face and into my gaping mouth. The sweat burned my eyes and tongue as more and more came out at an alarmingly increasing rate. The scariest part was that she was just walking to the gym, she hadn't even started her workout yet. She met with her friend at the gym and they wasted no time getting to work. Her friend had no idea that I was trapped in her sock, no one knew. They spent hours putting in an extreme workout, flooding me in foot sweat. The sweat mixed with the month of sweat built up in her sock and brought it back to my mouth. It tasted a thousand times stronger than vinegar and burned beyond belief. All I could do was suffer and pray for this to come to an end soon. After they finished their workout, the two friends parted ways and back home we went. She took off her socks and shoes to find me stuck fast to her foot. She peeled me off with a giggle then draped my weak body over her big toe and began to rub me into the sole of her other foot. She held up her socks and shoes with a big smile. "My God!" she said. "These things smell beyong belief! You must be in absolute heaven right now, and I'm so glad that I get to be the one to give it to you. You've earned every bit of it!" With those words, I knew I couldn't tell her the truth. She was so happy thinking she was doing me such a wonderful favor, I couldn't let her know that her idea of heaven for me was actually my own ironic hell. I didn't want her to feel bad or upset in anyway so I just took it. All I could really do now was hope this weekend goes fast...

To be continued...