You woke up in a dark, smelly place. The last thing you remember was being in your dads sock under his foot. You then quickly realize you are in his shoe. The insole is a bit damp with sweat and the air is thick with the smell of his feet. As you feel around the shoe, you soon feel a wall that is damper than the rest. As you feel the damp material, you quickly realize that you are feeling your dads sweaty sock which he must've jammed into his shoe to keep you trapped in the toe. The sock is soaked with sweat and won't budge. It smells absolutely awful and you are left to stew into your dads sweaty, sour foot funk until the sock is removed as there is no way past it. You then begin to feel the shoe shake.
The shaking became stronger and you could hear muffled voices outside of your smelly prison. You couldn't hear what they were saying but one was masculine and the other was feminine. The shoe shook violently, knocking you around inside as it was moved. The sweaty smelly sock was pulled from the shoe and light flooded into your damp, dark prison. You screamed as you bounced as around as the shoe was turned over and tumbled towards the opening where you fell onto the ground.
"See. I told you." Your dad boomed.
You slowly looked and saw your dads massive barefeet, reddened and sweaty from mowing the lawn and a pair of massive black high heels with dark nylon covered tan feet in them. You looked up the long dark nylon covered tan, toned legs, past the short black pencil skirt and button up white blouse to the smiling face your blonde giantess mother. She must've just got home from work.
"You were right. So you just tossed him into your shoe?" Your mom said trying to suppress a giggle but doing a poor job of doing so.
"Yeah. I figured why not." Your dad said as he placed his shoe down. "I remembered you telling me about that missing shrink ray and figured he must've been dumb enough to play around with it. If he's dumb enough to shrink himself he should face some consequences for it and those consequences just so happened to be spending some time in my sock." Your dad chuckled.
"True. Well I think his punishment is just beginning." Your mom said rolling the sleeves on her white blouse up to her elbows and slipping her massive tan feet out of her heels. You could smell the sweaty, cheesy smell of your moms nylon clad feet. You saw her red toenails through the mesh of dark nylon and watched she wiggled her huge toes.
"What did you have in mind?" Your dad said.
You stared up at our gigantic mom as she stared back down at you with a grin.
"I think you had the right idea. Keeping this twerp underfoot will teach him not to make such poor decisions. Besides, you shouldn't get to be the only one who gets to have fun with him." Your mom said wiggling her huge toes.
You watched your massive parents grin down at you at their feet, smelling their sweaty foot funk.
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