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    Sun barely peaking over the horizon, Rentaro found himself ominously alone in front of an unfamiliar school. Thinking it’d be best to get situated before normal-sized students began flooding in he nervously walked in, taking a break in front of the many rows of shoe lockers. The ones at Hanichi were almost exactly the same (aside from the smaller compartments for tinies), but the unfamiliarity of everything around him made him feel especially small in front of the lockers that currently towered over him like sky scrapers. Taking a moment to let it all sink in he continued walking, hoping his tiny legs would get him to the teacher’s lounge before school officially began.

    However, this plan changed immediately as a particular scent began dominating his senses as he walked past a certain shoe locker labeled with the name “Miyako Shikimori.” Breathing heavily, he summoned up all the willpower he had to hopefully ignore it. This effort would almost immediately fail as every bit of his resistance gave out before he could get halfway past the slightly opened shoelocker door. Hearting beating violently with curiosity and desire, Rentaro followed his nose to the source of the strong odor.

    Looking at the time on his phone, he cautiously looked around before quickly dashing inside through the gap in the door. Almost as if a light fog had been building and brewing within the metal confines of the locker, the smell inside was expectedly even more potent, and heavenly, than it was on the outside. In front of him, in the dimly lit apartment-sized metal compartment were two heavily-worn and beat-up uwabakis. Tipped blue like the ones from his own school, the fact that the pair of shoes had seen better days was a major understatement. The once white outsides were scratched and stained to the point that gray would be a better descriptor.

    The tiny boy stared up in awe at the pair of shoes as he struggled in contemplation. The intense odor wafting around from shoes that had supposedly been airing out all night certainly didn't dissuade any of his more impure thoughts. Unable to handle any more of the temptation, Rentaro gave in and began to scale the outer walls of the shoe using the many scuffs and scratches as a makeshift ladder. Upon getting to the top, an amazing sight presented itself to him. What would typically be a toxic and torturous wasteland for most tinies was practically an oasis for Rentaro. He had no idea who the owner of such desirable footwear was or what they looked like but everything in his body was more than ready to fully commit to worshiping them and their odorous feet.

    Eagerly jumping down onto the damp insole, Rentaro landed face-first against the sweaty fabric. Surrounding him from every possible angle the nearly eye-watering odor was strong enough to induce coughing, and this was only at the heel. Rolling around like an excited dog, Rentaro wasted no time coating every part of his body with the abundance of stale sweat that effortlessly oozed out from the insole at the slightest bit of weight. Tempted to start licking right away under the guise of “cleaning” the lustful tiny decided to save his tasting session for the deepest part of the shoe. Dusting himself off, he trekked on through past the expansive imprint of her sole while appreciating just how deep and dark the shape of her foot was. Almost like she had left an irremovable mark on the shoe, and from Rentaro’s perspective as a tiny it WAS something that seemed unbelievably irremovable. A task that would probably take years, if not decades, of cleaning from hundreds of other micros like him. The way these thoughts made him feel so insignificant was so exhilharating.

    Covered in sweat, mostly the shoes owner’s, he made it to the pitch dark toe end of the shoe. Dropping to his knees, he began lowering his face towards the impressive crater that was the deep imprint of her big toe. Before he could indulge himself however, the distant chatter and footsteps of dozens of students became louder and louder. Freezing in place, he pulled out his phone to check the time once more. A growing sense of dread fell over him as he realized how much time had passed since he first entered the shoe. He scrambled to the walls in a feeble attempt to scale them. Not only did it lack the grooves necessary to get a hand hold that would help him climb out, but his hands and legs were slick with stale sweat that made the very idea of escape an impossibility. With no other options, all Rentaro could do was patiently wait for the shoe’s owner to arrive in hopes that she would be kind enough to pull him out.

    In the middle of the insole beckoning the opening of the shoe, the tiny boy stood apologetically. The time that once flew by now felt like an eternity of anxiety as the opening of shoe lockers and booming steps echoed all around him. He hoped that the shoe’s owner would be a gentle soul, but given the condition these shoes were in, those hopes slowly began to fade away. Eventually a voice began to boom from right outside the shoe locker. Unlike the initial image Rentaro had formed in his mind from the state of her shoes, the voice was actually pretty cute. Kind and energetic, Rentaro overheard her say some stuff to her friends before her hand reached for the shoe locker’s door. Fingertips gripping the edge of the door, the insides of the locker were filled with blinding light as it was fully opened. Once his eyes readjusted to the light, Rentaro was able to finally get a look at the shoe's owner.

    Bright pink hair and piercing blue eyes, if the voice was a great contrast to Rentaro's imagination, her outward appearance made the contrast even greater. Stricken by how cute she was, he froze there for couple of seconds before going back to trying to get her attention. Waving his arms and calling out to her, it wasn’t long before her eyes noticed his tiny presence. Rentaro didn’t expect her to be OK with a stranger being inside of her shoe for seemingly no reason, but the reaction she got was way more intense then he thought it would be given her seemingly cute appearance.

    Eyes narrowing into a menacing glare, the girl stared Rentaro down with look of complete and utter disgust. He’d received similar looks before from Furyu, but something was slightly more intimidating about this girl. Maybe it was because he had no idea what her personality was like, or if she would harm him. However, with the intense amount of fear came an inexplicably strong feeling of lust and adoration. After piercing Rentaro’s soul with her gaze, Shikimori finally began to speak.

“What the— Eugh, you’re one of those pervy tinies…” She wasn’t exactly wrong… in fact she was 100% right. “How long were in there? Actually… I’d rather not know.” Shikimori’s hand reached for the shoe Rentaro was in and carelessly dropped it onto the floor. The tiny boy was hopelessly enveloped by his new goddess’s shadow. All he could do was stare up in complete awe and retreat further into the shoe’s toe section as Shikimori began to raise her leg.

“Well, enjoy your prison sentence for the day…” Her voice echoed down to him amidst the chatter of other students. Rentaro gulped, staring lovingly at the approaching mass of black fabric. He was completely enchanted and unable to move from his rightful spot on Shikimori's insole. Paralyzed not by fear but lust, Rentaro was nonchalantly plunged under her slightly odorous sock and dragged against the insole till he found a more permanent position under the ball of Shikimori's foot. Tightening the shoe around her foot, the tiny boy was further flattened till her sock was practically smothering him flat against the insole. From there, Shikimori casually went on with her day. Almost as if he had never existed in the first place, Rentaro was mercilessly and ceaselessly mashed between the sweat drenched floor and endless sock sky. It was exhilarating at first but the more Shikimori walked, the more her body began to heat up. On this particularly warm day, Rentaro was able to experience first-hand exactly how her school shoes got in this condition.

“Mmmffmfmmff!!” Rentaro attempted to speak, as expected though, his voice was completely silenced and muffled by the fluff of her socks. Unnoticeable and insignificant, even when Shikimori had barely broken a sweat getting to class, it was still enough to completely drench the insides of the tiny’ mouth ten-fold. Any sense of guilt for creeping on someone he knew nothing about had vanished the moment his tongue came into contact with the oozing sweat of her insole, and as more of her, more fresh, sweat flooded his mouth, those feeling were more so banished and ignored within the depths of Rentaro’s currently preoccupied mind.

Walking into the class room, Rentaro was further pushed into Shikimori's oppressive sock. Loose threads clung to him, entrapping and sticking to his body while bringing him closer to her foot. And while Shikimori may have had a more disgusted view of the tiny boy, her sock and seemingly endless amounts of sweat welcomed Rentaro with open arms— or threads. The outside world was completely muffled to the point that not even the loudest conversations could be registered as anything aside from a distant murmur. The things that weren't muted, however, were the vibrations that seemed to endlessly shake around Rentaro and his new prison. The heavy footsteps of students, Shikimori's toes sliding across and clawing at her inoles, and most prominently (and ear-screechingly), the vibrations of Shikimori's chair roughly sliding across the floor.

Once the screeching had faded, much of the pressure was lifted off of Rentaro as Shikimori took her seat...

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ART BY:
twitter.com/ConsArtisticPad
www.deviantart.com/artistic-pa…

    Sun barely peaking over the horizon, Rentaro found himself ominously alone in front of an unfamiliar school. Thinking it’d be best to get situated before normal-sized students began flooding in he nervously walked in, taking a break in front of the many rows of shoe lockers. The ones at Hanichi were almost exactly the same (aside from the smaller compartments for tinies), but the unfamiliarity of everything around him made him feel especially small in front of the lockers that currently towered over him like sky scrapers. Taking a moment to let it all sink in he continued walking, hoping his tiny legs would get him to the teacher’s lounge before school officially began.

    However, this plan changed immediately as a particular scent began dominating his senses as he walked past a certain shoe locker labeled with the name “Miyako Shikimori.” Breathing heavily, he summoned up all the willpower he had to hopefully ignore it. This effort would almost immediately fail as every bit of his resistance gave out before he could get halfway past the slightly opened shoelocker door. Hearting beating violently with curiosity and desire, Rentaro followed his nose to the source of the strong odor.

    Looking at the time on his phone, he cautiously looked around before quickly dashing inside through the gap in the door. Almost as if a light fog had been building and brewing within the metal confines of the locker, the smell inside was expectedly even more potent, and heavenly, than it was on the outside. In front of him, in the dimly lit apartment-sized metal compartment were two heavily-worn and beat-up uwabakis. Tipped blue like the ones from his own school, the fact that the pair of shoes had seen better days was a major understatement. The once white outsides were scratched and stained to the point that gray would be a better descriptor.

    The tiny boy stared up in awe at the pair of shoes as he struggled in contemplation. The intense odor wafting around from shoes that had supposedly been airing out all night certainly didn't dissuade any of his more impure thoughts. Unable to handle any more of the temptation, Rentaro gave in and began to scale the outer walls of the shoe using the many scuffs and scratches as a makeshift ladder. Upon getting to the top, an amazing sight presented itself to him. What would typically be a toxic and torturous wasteland for most tinies was practically an oasis for Rentaro. He had no idea who the owner of such desirable footwear was or what they looked like but everything in his body was more than ready to fully commit to worshiping them and their odorous feet.

    Eagerly jumping down onto the damp insole, Rentaro landed face-first against the sweaty fabric. Surrounding him from every possible angle the nearly eye-watering odor was strong enough to induce coughing, and this was only at the heel. Rolling around like an excited dog, Rentaro wasted no time coating every part of his body with the abundance of stale sweat that effortlessly oozed out from the insole at the slightest bit of weight. Tempted to start licking right away under the guise of “cleaning” the lustful tiny decided to save his tasting session for the deepest part of the shoe. Dusting himself off, he trekked on through past the expansive imprint of her sole while appreciating just how deep and dark the shape of her foot was. Almost like she had left an irremovable mark on the shoe, and from Rentaro’s perspective as a tiny it WAS something that seemed unbelievably irremovable. A task that would probably take years, if not decades, of cleaning from hundreds of other micros like him. The way these thoughts made him feel so insignificant was so exhilharating.

    Covered in sweat, mostly the shoes owner’s, he made it to the pitch dark toe end of the shoe. Dropping to his knees, he began lowering his face towards the impressive crater that was the deep imprint of her big toe. Before he could indulge himself however, the distant chatter and footsteps of dozens of students became louder and louder. Freezing in place, he pulled out his phone to check the time once more. A growing sense of dread fell over him as he realized how much time had passed since he first entered the shoe. He scrambled to the walls in a feeble attempt to scale them. Not only did it lack the grooves necessary to get a hand hold that would help him climb out, but his hands and legs were slick with stale sweat that made the very idea of escape an impossibility. With no other options, all Rentaro could do was patiently wait for the shoe’s owner to arrive in hopes that she would be kind enough to pull him out.

    In the middle of the insole beckoning the opening of the shoe, the tiny boy stood apologetically. The time that once flew by now felt like an eternity of anxiety as the opening of shoe lockers and booming steps echoed all around him. He hoped that the shoe’s owner would be a gentle soul, but given the condition these shoes were in, those hopes slowly began to fade away. Eventually a voice began to boom from right outside the shoe locker. Unlike the initial image Rentaro had formed in his mind from the state of her shoes, the voice was actually pretty cute. Kind and energetic, Rentaro overheard her say some stuff to her friends before her hand reached for the shoe locker’s door. Fingertips gripping the edge of the door, the insides of the locker were filled with blinding light as it was fully opened. Once his eyes readjusted to the light, Rentaro was able to finally get a look at the shoe's owner.

    Bright pink hair and piercing blue eyes, if the voice was a great contrast to Rentaro's imagination, her outward appearance made the contrast even greater. Stricken by how cute she was, he froze there for couple of seconds before going back to trying to get her attention. Waving his arms and calling out to her, it wasn’t long before her eyes noticed his tiny presence. Rentaro didn’t expect her to be OK with a stranger being inside of her shoe for seemingly no reason, but the reaction she got was way more intense then he thought it would be given her seemingly cute appearance.

    Eyes narrowing into a menacing glare, the girl stared Rentaro down with look of complete and utter disgust. He’d received similar looks before from Furyu, but something was slightly more intimidating about this girl. Maybe it was because he had no idea what her personality was like, or if she would harm him. However, with the intense amount of fear came an inexplicably strong feeling of lust and adoration. After piercing Rentaro’s soul with her gaze, Shikimori finally began to speak.

“What the— Eugh, you’re one of those pervy tinies…” She wasn’t exactly wrong… in fact she was 100% right. “How long were in there? Actually… I’d rather not know.” Shikimori’s hand reached for the shoe Rentaro was in and carelessly dropped it onto the floor. The tiny boy was hopelessly enveloped by his new goddess’s shadow. All he could do was stare up in complete awe and retreat further into the shoe’s toe section as Shikimori began to raise her leg.

“Well, enjoy your prison sentence for the day…” Her voice echoed down to him amidst the chatter of other students. Rentaro gulped, staring lovingly at the approaching mass of black fabric. He was completely enchanted and unable to move from his rightful spot on Shikimori's insole. Paralyzed not by fear but lust, Rentaro was nonchalantly plunged under her slightly odorous sock and dragged against the insole till he found a more permanent position under the ball of Shikimori's foot. Tightening the shoe around her foot, the tiny boy was further flattened till her sock was practically smothering him flat against the insole. From there, Shikimori casually went on with her day. Almost as if he had never existed in the first place, Rentaro was mercilessly and ceaselessly mashed between the sweat drenched floor and endless sock sky. It was exhilarating at first but the more Shikimori walked, the more her body began to heat up. On this particularly warm day, Rentaro was able to experience first-hand exactly how her school shoes got in this condition.

“Mmmffmfmmff!!” Rentaro attempted to speak, as expected though, his voice was completely silenced and muffled by the fluff of her socks. Unnoticeable and insignificant, even when Shikimori had barely broken a sweat getting to class, it was still enough to completely drench the insides of the tiny’ mouth ten-fold. Any sense of guilt for creeping on someone he knew nothing about had vanished the moment his tongue came into contact with the oozing sweat of her insole, and as more of her, more fresh, sweat flooded his mouth, those feeling were more so banished and ignored within the depths of Rentaro’s currently preoccupied mind.

Walking into the class room, Rentaro was further pushed into Shikimori's oppressive sock. Loose threads clung to him, entrapping and sticking to his body while bringing him closer to her foot. And while Shikimori may have had a more disgusted view of the tiny boy, her sock and seemingly endless amounts of sweat welcomed Rentaro with open arms— or threads. The outside world was completely muffled to the point that not even the loudest conversations could be registered as anything aside from a distant murmur. The things that weren't muted, however, were the vibrations that seemed to endlessly shake around Rentaro and his new prison. The heavy footsteps of students, Shikimori's toes sliding across and clawing at her inoles, and most prominently (and ear-screechingly), the vibrations of Shikimori's chair roughly sliding across the floor.

Once the screeching had faded, much of the pressure was lifted off of Rentaro as Shikimori took her seat...