Well, here it finally is, the conclusion to my morbid attempt to write a giantess/foot fetish story starring She Hulk. Things get pretty dark for Michael towards the end. I hope you've enjoyed my attempt, as I threw in some of my favorite situations regarding these sorts of stories, some of which should be familiar by now! Lastly, apologize for any typos.


Looking down at the 3 inch Michael, She Hulk emitted a giggle and covered her mouth with her right hand in shock. Far from feeling any guilt over the torturously smelly hell she’d inflicted on the boy that lay before her, she was giddy, with a nervous energy flowing throughout her body, all the way down her legs to her giant and magnificently smelly feet. Michael was tapped out in the tears department at this point, delirious with his olfactory ordeal, one that no villain of She Hulk’s had ever endured. Ever. “Hm, I wonder how much time at my feet you have left before I just sweat you away? Would you like that, little pervert boy? I want at least another half hour with you, regardless of what happens, so I think it would be a good idea if we got you back to dealing with my feet, rather than those nice boots and shoes, wouldn’t you agree?”

As she finished saying this, she bent down and picked Michael up. She brought him up to her face, as Michael lay curled in a fetal position in her palm. “There, isn’t that a nice relief for you? No smelly She Hulk feet to have to contend with, right?” She was right; for the time being, Michael breathed fresh air. He could tell that she’d used some sort of hand lotion, which smelled strong, but not unpleasant. He moved around on his belly for a moment, attempting to again beg mercy from a deranged She Hulk. The absurdity of the situation was only outweighed by the danger facing him at this point.

“Okay, enough break time.” Gracefully as ever, She Hulk raised the back of her right leg behind her, with the sole of her green foot facing the ceiling. She was still holding tiny Michael in her palm. From there, with her other hand, she ran her fingers between her toes and over her palm, capturing the essence of her foot stench. Michael already smelled the now familiar tinge of She Hulk’s heady foot odor, and cringed. She then carefully placed him in her other hand, delighting in the little moan Michael emitted. She Hulk simply smiled as she slowly closed her hand around Michael. The surrounding would have been quite comfortable, as Jennifer’s well-manicured hands were soft.

However, the experience for Michael was anything but, as She Hulk’s foot oils and sweat found their way over his body and into his eyes, causing him to cry out. After a minute of what was in all actuality, only preliminary abuse, She Hulk placed him in her “clean” hand, with him in the center of her palm. From there, she again rubbed the fingers of her other hand across and between her toes. Now, she commenced to rube and pet Michael, caking him further in her foot sweat. All the time, he was still obviously being forced to smell her feet via her fingers. He had shrunk another inch as a result, bringing him to a height of 2 inches. The alteration in size would have been jarring to anyone, but given the means of his shrinkage, the experience was one of abject horror. She Hulk continued her rubbing onslaught for another minute before ceasing.

“Now, we come to the moment of truth. Before I let my feet have their way with you, I want you to tell me who you are, tell me your name. Michael found it difficult to hear, as some of her sweat had built up inside his ears. After a moment, he understood though. “Ma ma, Michael,” he squeaked. I’m Michael Collins, and I really do go to school. Please, please believe me when I say that I’m really sorry for breaking into your home and being so self-centered. I really have learned my lesson and won’t smell any women’s shoes or feet anymore.” She Hulk scoffed at this last part. “You know, Michael, somehow, after tonight, I don’t think you’ll be doing much of anything, let alone smelling anyone’s feet or shoes!” This scared the hell out of Michael, as it confirmed his fear. This “superheroine was going to kill him. No, it was murder. Despair set in. She Hulk saw this and responded, “Oh, are we finally seeing the big picture here, Mikey?” Saying this, she brought him directly to her beautiful lips, emphasizing the word big for the tiny bug-boy. “We’ll just have to see what your future holds, now won’t we.” Well, thanks for finally telling me your name.” After these words were spoken, Michael’s own individualized apocalypse began, and nothing would ever be the same for him.

Michael was carefully placed atop the nail of She Hulk’s big toe of her right foot. Standing at her full height, the sight that greeted Michael as he looked up at Jennifer filled him with pure dread. A small bout of vertigo overcame him, as the scene playing out before him felt wrong, as if it belonged in some horrible sci-fi movie. She Hulk smiled down at the almost-invisible bug atop her toe. She playfully and slowly wiggled her toe, causing Michael’s stomach to churn. Already a giantess at his regular height, at two inches, Michael was nothing more than a piece of sock fuzz to this superheroine. He could barely make out her smiling, almost perfect green face, as her large chest nearly obscured her features. He new she was simply toying with him at this point. Then, all at once, it began. She Hulk slowly brought her other foot to where Michael was. For a minute, he thought that she was going to quickly snuff his life out, just like that. However, he was about to discover that his ordeal was not going to end quickly, not by a long way. Rather, She Hulk, after flexing and cracking her toes, gently brought the big toe of her other foot down on top of him.

Before Michael even realized what was happening, he felt a rubbery, heavy sensation upon him, as She Hulk slowly and unmercifully started to drag the big toe of her left foot across his body. To Jennifer, he felt like a small pebble under her. Michael was overwhelmed by the pungency of his former foot fetish fantasy’s toe, as it forced itself onto every inch of his pathetic 2 inch body. He shivered and shook as the Titaness casually rubbed and fondled him. After only around 20 seconds of this abuse, he puked from awful stench. Jennifer actually felt the boy purge, but continued as if what she were doing were the most natural thing in the world. “I can’t hear you Michael, but I hope you’re enjoying my feet so far. Just think, you’re just getting my stinky toe right now.” She cooed softly to him as she felt him vomit again beneath the bulbous flesh of her toe. Raising it off him slightly, she saw Michael crying and shaking uncontrollably before her. No mercy. She then began dragging her toe from his little head down his tiny torso and legs. Michael’s entire world was She Hulk’s toe as it literally forced him to hurl from its evil stench. He felt so violated, especially as her toe rubbed across his privates.

"Now, it’s almost time for the grand finale Mikey, but I think some more foreplay is in order!” Michael continued to lay there on his stomach, with his face on top of her toe, breathing the stench in. He began crying (had he ever stopped!?) as She Hulk continued to slowly move her toe up and down. “Poor little Michael, is big She Hulk’s stinky toe just a little too much for him to handle, hmmm? That’s Ok, why don’t you kiss that smelly toe and show me how much you appreciate me? “Well you do that for me, hmmm? Show me what a good little toe slave you are?”

She had to laugh at that one. Toe Slave? Until this night, she never would have imagined calling someone that, not in a million years. She then started to push his face into her toe. Michael, not knowing how to stop the assault but desperate to do so, kissed She Hulk’s sweaty toe. She giggled as she felt the boy’s lips press against her nail. With further encouragement wrought by more verbal humiliation and petting, Michael also started licking her toe. Amused at such an awesome display of power over another human being, simply using her smelly feet to do so, she kept at this for another ten minutes before deciding to give Michael her whole foot. Play time was over!

At this point, Michael had shrunk down to a very dangerous 1 inch. She Hulk knew that if Michael was going to experience being immersed within the deep wrinkles of the bottoms of her feet, the time was now. Anymore delay could lead to him dying, and there was still enough of p the noble side of the heroine to resist adopting such a drastic course. At least, for right now. She bent over and flipped Michael off her toe onto his back. She was ready to show him the bottom of her toes and rest of her foot. After all, this was where he would be spending the most time. Jennifer was excited to see how her little pet was going to respond to seeing the bottoms of her feet. Normal women’s feet would shock anyone at this height was certainly true enough. She knew though that little Michael was going to be in for a shock of a life time. He had a bug’s eye view of the one and only She Hulk’s bare feet, his fantasy girl. Fantasy girl whose home he’d broken into. With renewed anger, She Hulk slowly brought her right foot over Michael, absolutely obscuring all light for him.

She Hulk had been correct in Michael’s reaction to his first sight of her gargantuan sole. The smell obviously increased again as he looked into what might as well have been both heaven and hell conjoined. He was awestruck at not only the sheer size of her foot, but how pretty they were. He was like the planet Mercury next to the sun compared to her foot. Virtually every nook and cranny of her pungent and wonderfully wrinkled sole was on graphic display above him. Despite the stench making his eyes water, he forced them to stay open in order to witness the almost supernatural sight. As looked on, She Hulk began to slowly scrunch and flex her deadly toes, letting him see just how deep and thick her sole was. Michael knew for sure that she could make him disappear entirely within just one of those wrinkles. They resembled a green, smelly Bermuda triangle. He gulped and then reality set in for him again. He was about to be forced to smell She Hulk’s feet while only being 1 inch tall!

Despite years of strenuous exercise and hard work defending the innocent from evildoers, She Hulk had taken care of her feet, that was for sure. Like most women, she enjoyed frequent pedicures and foot massages. The fact that her feet did smell was understandable, given her athletic lifestyle. What wasn’t understandable, and now, forgivable, was someone wanting to smell them for their own sick purposes. She wiggled her toes once, allowing for a final view of her smelly crevices and heel before finally speaking. “Well Michael, I think it’s safe to say that you never imagined being where you’re at now. I’m sure if you would have been turned on thinking about the scenario you’re in right now though, right? Well, you’ll have to let me know what you think in about ten minutes.” She was slightly annoyed at this. She would have loved to have tortured him for longer, but at his size, he wouldn’t last longer than ten minutes, maybe even less. “You’re finally where you always wanted to be, where you have always belonged: Under a woman’s foot. Under my feet. Under She Hulk’s feet.” Michael screamed a primal yell that Jennifer actually heard, as she lowered a green and smelly doom down towards his vulnerable body.

As she did so, she also playfully flexed one of her biceps mockingly as she smiled in girlish superheroine triumph. Then, blowing a kiss down at him, she commenced the lowering of her foot down atop him. Mike was immediately overtaken by a pungent stink that caused his heart to skip a beat as he was unceremoniously pushed into the unrelentingly deep folds of her green toes, so immensely overcome by the smell that he began to seizure, shaking uncontrollably. She Hulk hadn’t even entirely closed her toes around the poor creature. She was going to enjoy this and decided to take a seat on the couch and sip her wine.

She Hulk smiled as she could feel her sweat drench over his form, and felt his feeble attempts to escape her awesome foot. Michael had seemingly gone into shock. The smell that now assaulted him was like death itself. Never would he have imagined a woman’s foot could smell this deadly. He started to hyperventilate as his She Hulk’s powerful, giant toes compressed his body, forcing air from his lungs. Sweat stung his eyes and forced its way into his mouth. He had no choice but to suffer what to him appeared to be a very uncertain fate at the feet of a deranged She Hulk.
Jennifer took her time playing with Michael.

She could feel his body convulse as she squeezed him under her toes. She had crossed her legs and propped her feet up on the table in front of the TV set. “I hope you’re finally understanding why fantasizing about women’s feet is so dangerous and bad for your health Michael. From the feel of your tiny body, I can tell that my feet aren’t doing you any favors, are they? I’m tempted to let you rot and let my feet just waste you away. I bet I could do it if I kept at it long enough. My little pervert would be all used up by my smelly feet. Would like me to let that happen? For me to just sweat you away into nothing? That way you’d always be a part of your fantasy girl’s stinky feet? Wouldn’t that be nice?” Even amidst his suffering, Michael made out his tomentress’ words. They scared the hell out of him. How could she even talk like that? Was she serious, would she let him die at her feet?

The feeling for Michael as he lay curled up inside She Hulk’s beyond dirty and smelly crevices was beyond description, and seemingly beyond hope. He’d lost track of time, as he continually breathed in a smell straight from hell. He had suffered several seizures and knew that he was closer to death than he was of being alive. For She Hulk’s part, she absolutely thrilled at the sight before her. She had reduced this scummy little pervert to a tiny, insignificant bug whose only job now was to suffer and smell her toes as she slowly drained his life away beneath them. She couldn’t feel him move anymore, which told her that he was shrinking almost to the point of no return. A decision would have to be made soon. She decided to keep him buried within the folds of her toes for another minute before deciding whether to finish his life off or allow him to live. If she chose the latter, she’d have to wash him thoroughly. Even then, he wouldn’t grow back to his normal height for a long time, three or four days most likely. She Hulk’s foot had, for all intents and purposes, devoured Michael swallowing him completely beneath a smelly, fleshy sea of unrelenting degradation.

Unbeknownst to her, Michael would never recover, even if his ordeal were immediately stopped. While many people would snicker and laugh at the prospect of someone becoming permanently disabled or brain dead as a result of being forced to smell a woman’s feet, that’s exactly what had taken place to young Michael as a result of being at She Hulk’s feet. To be sure, he was still alive, but the smell had not only broken his spirit completely, his olfactory system had been decimated, leaving him in a mostly comatose state, one in which he would always remain, thanks to possessing a foot fetish and lack of respect for other people’s property. Also, the fact that Jennifer Walters/She Hulk had lost her sanity and most of her moral scruples at this point certainly didn’t help matters any.

After a full minute had passed, She Hulk placed her foot close to the coffee table so that Michael wouldn’t have far to fall, and released him from the unholy pits of her toes. Michael hit the table with a sickeningly wet splot, as he body was drenched in feminine foot sweat. He was now only a quarter inch tall and not moving at all, save for tiny and desperate breaths. The pathetic sight before her actually temporarily shocked Jennifer out of her vengeful state of mind. She gasped and covered her mouth with her hand. He looked dead. It was then that she knew that there was really only one thing left to do, as she had a feeling from having seen death more times than she cared to admit. Michael, the tiny pervert, was near it. Just to make sure, She Hulk picked the boy up, so tiny beyond belief. She carefully held him between her forefinger and thumb. His eyes were caked over, open but not seeing anything. No, her feet had all but ended him. She felt a little sorry for him, but still considered him a lowlife. Again, in a different time and place, She Hulk would have never done what she had to this guy. But that was before things went to hell for her and her friends. Giving the destroyed boy one last look, She Hulk gently placed him back into the crevices and folds of her toes, which had become his sweaty home, and now grave.

After a few moments of ever so gently squeezing her toes, forcing a torrent of sweat to pour onto Michael’s body, he continued to spasm, which were simply motor movements as his brain further died. He was being sweat away into nothing and would soon be absorbed as part of She Hulk’s Jupiter-sized foot creases. Then, with a tiny and desperate squeak, signaling his death throes, Michael Collins died. He died from the smell of She Hulk’s feet, a tiny speck that had met not only the most bizarre way of dying, but quite possibly the most irrational and obscene way one could imagine. She Hulk felt him die and continued to keep his corpse imprisoned. After another ten minutes, she opened her toes and looked. Michael’s body was almost gone, save for a minuscule speck that resembled a grain of dirt. He'd been sweat away like a small pebble eroded by a raging river.

Out of supposed mercy, She Hulk scrunched her toes as hard as she could, ensuring that Michael was indeed finished off. What was left of his corpse exploded, like a mosquito that is filled with blood is crushed. The entire episode still perplexed her at this point. She knew something was off about herself, but also knew that a war had just begun. An emotional crisis and the eventual feelings of guilt of having murdered an innocent person would have to be put on hold. There was work to be done. Standing up, She Hulk walked over and quickly began to put her blue boots on. Out of morbid curiosity, she sniffed on of them and grimaced. They did in fact smell strong. Michael had suffered as no man had ever suffered, that was for sure. Boots fully on, she gave her home one last look before walking out her back door, determined to avenge the death of her cousin and show the guilty, no matter the severity of their crimes, the errors of their ways.