The foot of the mystery woman came fully into the heel, covering Josh completely, with his face just under the middle of her sole.

"These shoes feel amazing, Most comfortable." A familiar said in an approving tone. You grunt underneath the bare sole as you recognize the voice; it belonged to your school receptionist Mrs. Timmons. She was....a fairly attractive woman, decent breasts and butt, yet you were stuck with her feet, oh the irony.

"I can have these for free?" Mrs. Timmons asked the store clerk.

"Yes, consider it an apology on my part." The clerk responded.

With a smile Mrs.Timmons thanked the store clerk and left, wearing her new heels and slamming her sole into you repeatedly.

You feel elevated, almost weightless one second, the next you feel the weight of a planet crush into you, a cycle that repeated constantly with each foot step the woman took.

The foul foot odor overwhelmed you to the point where you were experiencing Nausia. The large beads of foot sweat soaked itself into your body, your pores soaked it up and started seeping into your body. Mrs.Timmons grueling foot was slowly rubbing away your clothes, absorbing and withering away until you were naked and traumatized beneath her sole.

"Get me out of here." You plead aloud, in the hopes that this cruel foot torture would end here and now. Almost by what could be mistaken for Divine Intervention the weight of Mrs. Timmons foot came off of you , the red painted toes retracting out of the heel. The red paint looked almost attractive when you first saw it but now...you half believed it to be the blood of shrunken people, a foolish thought formed from fear.

You couldn't help but wonder if God heard your pleas and saved you from the hellish torture beneath this middle aged womans foot or if this was just a precursor for worse to come.