I’ve decided to write these last two chapters in the third person rather than continue using “You.” Hopefully, this helps with the narration of the story.

Michael knew that he had to make a decision, and make it quick. For her part, She Hulk had sat down on the couch, making herself comfortable before beginning her cruel torture. With her right foot slowly making its way toward his face, Michael once again was treated to the staggeringly awesome sight of this giantess’ reeking bare-footed sole. Making up his mind to make for the phone, Michael moved faster than he had ever moved before, at least, he thought so. However, his standards for quickness were one thing, She Hulk’s were another. Even as he rose up, right arm outstretched towards the phone, his vision was quickly obscured by Jennifer’s green foot as it easily, even dismissively, pushed his much smaller head back down. “Tsk tsk, I know what you were thinking, and I have to say, it was a good idea. Well, whatever happens here, you can always tell yourself that you at least made an attempt to get away!” Too stunned and disheartened, Michael could only tear up for what seemed to be the thousandth time since his ordeal began. “Please, for God’s sake, don’t do this,” he managed to say. “Hush sicko, enough of you talking, it’s time for you to start sniffing!” With that, Michael’s bizarre and repugnant punishment at the feet of the superheroine known as She Hulk began.

Using her right foot to keep him pinned down, which took almost zero effort, on her part, She Hulk placed her left foot over Michael’s throat, covering it entirely, as well as half of his bare chest. She then slowly began to work her way up to his chin, rubbing the top of her big toe along its underside. Just the movement of her toes was enough to release the now familiar sweaty stench of feminine foot stink wafting into his nostrils, gagging him. Noticing his discomfort, She Hulk let out a giggle. “Aw, do my big feet make you uncomfortable? I thought you’d be used to them by now!” She then started to flex and crack her large toes over Michael’s face, finally beginning to run and stroke her smelly and large toes over his nose, gently rubbing their stench directly on and into him. Michael involuntarily flinched from the horrible smell, eliciting more giggles from the giant green tomentress. “It won’t be too long before I can play with you between my toes, little Who-Ever-You-Are. Do you think you’ll enjoy it as I scrunch you beneath the folds of my toes, hmm?” Of course, Michael had already become somewhat delirious, much as he had before when forced to smell her feet.

They both stayed in their respective positions for twenty minutes, with She Hulk occasionally changing feet. For little Michael, this obviously made no difference, as each giant foot packed an equal dose of humiliating foot rot into his tortured nostrils and lungs. After only ten minutes, a fairly drastic change was noticeable. Starting out at around 5”5”, Michael had shrunk a full foot while having to sniff the dirty feet She Hulk. “Wow, I cannot believe how fast you’re shrinking. It’s only been several minutes and you’re already dwindling down! In a way, I should be kind of embarrassed. It’s not very feminine of me to have smelly feet, is it? Well, whenever I’m done with you, or rather, when my feet are through with you, I’ll be sure and wash them!” As she said this, Michael, having attempted to repeatedly hold his breath, was forced to take a particularly deep breath, sending a surge of bile to his mouth that he barely kept down. Instead, only a whimper could be heard as She Hulk looked down at the boy at her feet, wide-eyed from what was occurring now, right before her eyes. She actually saw Michael shrink down, perhaps an inch, just from his last intake of air, which was of course, filled with her foot stench. Hazy from such a strong smell and scared out of his mind from having felt himself growing smaller, Michael again futilely grabbed She Hulk’s ankle in an attempt to pull himself out from under her punishing foot that lay across his face. Seeing this pervert suffering beneath her began to nag at Jennifer’s conscious. Sure, she was angry at him, but she also knew that she was not in a good state of mind, with everything else going on in her life. A small part of her knew that this wasn’t right, that he’d suffered more than enough, and that she should let him go before things really got out of hand.

Just then, the phone rang, catching both Michael and Jennifer off guard. After the third ring, She Hulk removed her feet from Michael’s face and grabbed the phone. She wasn’t at all concerned with him trying to run away at this point. From the looks of it, he was pretty preoccupied with just gathering a few precious breaths of clean air. When she’d answered the phone, Jennifer had had a serious but contemplative look on her face. She had resolved in the seconds before the phone rang to let Michael go. However, the voice on the other end of the line informed her of something that quickly caused her face to turn from thoughtful to angry in a matter of seconds. Michael was still having trouble catching his breath during the phone conversation, but tried to listen, as he noticed She Hulk had become quite, only mumbling a few affirmations of things like “yes, I know,” or I understand and will take care of it.” After five minutes, she ended the phone conversation and set it down on the table. She had begun to cry, covering her head and face in her large hands as she did so. The phone call had been from her friend Mary Jane. Apparently, her cousin was now confirmed dead. Everyone thought that it would be best if Mary was the one to let Jennifer know, as they had become close friends during the past rough few years. Jennifer was stunned. While she expected this as a good possibility, it actually having happened hit harder than she could have imagined. This didn’t really change her plans tomorrow morning, but it certainly worsened her mood and emotional state, to say the least.

Michael had gotten himself back up to a sitting position by now and noticed that something was wrong. She Hulk looked over at him but didn’t make a move. She simply said “My cousin Bruce is dead.” “Hey, I’m really sorry to hear that. He was a good guy and hero. That really sucks.” But, don’t you think that, like, you should let me go now? I mean, now that the Big Guy’s dead, don’t you have more important things to do than force me to smell your feet like this? Michael had never been all that thoughtful of others, and it showed in how he tried to comfort others. “You’re sorry? You, the little perverted sneak that gets off smelling female feet, who broke into my home and insulted my cousin, are sorry that’s he’s now dead? You pathetic little ingrate, you have no idea of my loss or how all of us feel about this. And you know what? At this point, I really don’t have anything better to do than exactly what I was doing before we were interrupted.” She didn’t tell him that she had decided to let him go before that phone call, before the bottom finally had fallen out from under her life. All that she could think of now was that a good man and relative was now dead, and that this little puke and his kind didn’t deserve to be protected by heroes like Bruce. Questions of morality aside, Michael had become, if just for the evening, a stand-in for Jennifer’s anger and frustration. He was a symbol, a representation, of the aloofness that so characterized the general public regarding the sacrifices people like she and Bruce routinely made for them. In a nutshell, he may not have been a serial killer or super criminal, but he was far from innocent in She Hulk’s eyes. In fact, in her unstable state, his sin of perversion and seemingly trivial attitude regarding life in general was somehow worse than anything in the world right now.

With a slow and sure manner, she walked over to Michael, who cowered against the wall leading to the kitchen. “We’re far from through here, sicko. I recall saying that I wanted to see and feel you sniffing my feet while my toes are scrunched around you. The only way that’s going to happen is if your keep smelling them, right? So, what are we waiting for?!” She Hulk then roughly grabbed Michael’s head, palming it the way some athletes do a basketball, and carried him over to the couch. Thrusting him on his knees, Jennifer crossed her right leg over her left knee and brought her foot to his face, quickly engulfing it entirely within the meaty, sweaty grasp of her sole and toes. Michael couldn’t pull away an inch, as she kept her left hand behind his head. After a minute of near suffocating asphyxiation, She Hulk let up, but only slightly. She was concerned that she was pushing his face too hard into her foot, making it impossible for him to smell her feet, which was obviously her goal. From there, Michael, on his knees like the slave he had always been, could do nothing except smell She Hulk’s foot odor and shrink more and more.

No longer slightly concerned or amazed at how quickly he shrank, Jennifer simply sat stoically in the same position for ten more minutes, during which time, Michael shrank down to an incredible 2ft tall! She had been content to just keep things this way until he was around half a foot or so, but had an even better idea occur to her. Why not let him enjoy what he had been doing when she had first walked in on him? Pulling her foot away from him in disgust, Michael fell face first into the couch cushion, quickly falling back onto his back. He was now midget-sized, and a very small one at that. She Hulk walked over to the front door where she had moved her Blue boots and pumps and nylons earlier. Pausing for a moment, plucked her boots and nylons from floor, and kicked her pumps over to where Michael lay prone. “Now where should we start here, should I let you sniff the boots first or should I save those for last? What do you think, little foot boy? Do you wanna smell my boots now?” Unable to say anything without puking his guts out and crying uncontrollably, Michael remained silent in his suffering. “No opinion either way? That’s fine by me; you’re going to experience all of them anyway, especially these nice pretty boots.” Placing one of her large black pumps on the ground, She Hulk commanded Michael to lie on his stomach and place his face inside it. “You’d better listen and do as I say, or I promise to torture you in ways that defy anything you could ever dream up in that sick little mind of yours. When you get really, really tiny, I’ll be sure and place you beneath the nail of my big toe! Won’t that be a pleasant experience? Now get over here or I’ll do it!” Realizing at this point what he was truly up against and what awaited him as a fate if he failed to obey who he now unquestionably saw as his goddess, he made his way towards her shoe, crawling like a snake.

The pump was at least a quarter the size of his now 2ft tall body, and when he was close enough, She Hulk gently pushed his entire face into the sweaty depths, making sure that the brunt of the stink he experienced came from the toe section. Michael gasped in painful olfactory overload, as the mixture of sweat and worn leather offered a new and cruel dimension to his torture. “I hope you like that little concoction there,” she said as she stroked the top and back of his head, leaving sweaty ruffles throughout his already sweat-drenched hair. Michael was forced to smell her shoe for five minutes before She Hulk pulled the show away from him. “I don’t want you shrinking down to sock fuzz size without letting you sample these boots that so interested you earlier!” “I’ve had enough, please, stop! Please, just stop and let me go!” In another time and place, Michael’s pathetic state and condition would have easily elicited sympathy from Jennifer. However, the time was now, and thing ran different as of tonight. “Oh, don’t be such a wimp. Think of this, you’re crying because you’re smelling a woman’s feet and shoes. Wouldn’t your friends think you’re being kind of a wuss here? Oh, wait, I forgot, you’re a loser and don’t have friends!” She then picked up one boot and Michael up, who now stood 1.5 feet, and sat down on the couch. Michael was placed on her left knee. The scene was a parody of a mall Santa with a kid on his knee, listening to present requests. Only here, the scene was of a green giantess with a terrified and tortured young man on her lap, and the only request he had was to be granted some sort of mercy. No such luck was to come his way though. From there, She Hulk placed her gigantic blue boot over Michael’s face, forcing his entire head and neck to fit all the way to the bottom sole and toe area. Again, the stench boggled his mind and drew a new flow of tears to rain down his cheeks, wetting the already damp insole. “There, that’s more like it, isn’t it? This is what you wanted all along, right? How mean of me to keep you from my smelly boots for so long tonight. I hope you can forgive me?” Of course, this was said with false sympathy, as Michael continued to sniff her reeking boot and slowly shrink down to an uncertain height and fate.

Every so often, She Hulk allowed Michael to catch his breath and pulled the boot away from his small and sweaty face. However, this was done more as a way to further degrade him, as she simply forced him to look at her pretty face as she smiled at him. Michael would simply whimper and fall against her large breasts, where She Hulk would kindly stroke the side of his face with the back of her hand as he shivered in her embrace. After several minutes of this, She Hulk became a little frustrated at his shrinking rate. Looking at the time of Midnight, She Hulk decided to accelerate things. “Okay, I promise that we’re almost done. Well, maybe not, but I want to try something a little different now, okay? Good, thanks for your permission.” Jennifer had seemingly lost her mind at this point, along with Michael. Standing up to her full height, She Hulk placed the 1ft tall Michael between her legs and slowly began to squeeze him. Careful not to break any ribs, all of the air was nonetheless forced from Michaels lungs. She held him in her crushing embrace for a full minute before releasing him, quickly forcing his first, desperate breath to come from her smell boot. Laughing at how muck faster this caused him to shrink, She Hulk did this five more times until Michael was now less than a foot tall! Seeing the complete wreck her strong and smelly feet had made of this kid, Jennifer still hadn’t gotten her fill of sadism yet. “I think the final ingredient you need to experience before you’re tiny and my feet claim complete ownership of you! “Oh God,” was all that Michael got out before his 10 inch form was placed on the carpet, yet again. He was much too weak to do anything but lay in wait for whatever the Green goddess had planned next for him. It didn’t take long. She Hulk picked up one of her dirty black nylons and placed it over Michael, completely covering his entire body.

The smell was more of the same for him and his body gave off a quick series of convulses from the sweaty stench the nylon emitted. “Hmm, I supposed it’ll take a few minutes before you’re where I think you need to be, so I’ll just mosey into the kitchen and fix myself a nice drink. I really want to be relaxed for this next part!” She Hulk then gaily sauntered into the kitchen and opened a bottle of wine, pouring a large glass, all the while humming and looking out the kitchen window with a faraway and cruel smile and gleam in her eye. Michael simply continued to absorb more of the same brutally pungent reek of She Hulk’s foot stench, this time by way of her used nylon that now covered his increasingly tiny body. After a full ten minutes of this, during which his body was forced to absorb the smell of female feet, Michael was now dangerously small, around 3 inches tall. As She Hulk came in, still carrying a glass of wine, she picked the nylon off of him by grabbing it with her toes and flicking it way. The sight that confronted her surprised her.