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  Finally able to breathe without being pressed insole, the tiny boy eagerly took in as much of Shikimori’s odor as he could while his mouth graciously welcomed every drop of sweat that seeped through her oppressive black socks. Pressing his nose as deep as he could into the sweaty sock fabric, the world around Rentaro seemed to fade away as he was sent into a trance by the amount of pleasure he could derive from the pungent and overwhelming odor. He had a hard time distinguishing his lustful drool from the ocean of sweat that flowed from her socks and evaporated into the air around him. His whole world and reason for being were temporarily replaced by his desire to become one with the divine presence of Shikimori’s foot.

As her pulse pounded all around him and every minor movement of her foot completely dominated his entire body, Rentaro began to actively force himself into the fabric of her sock. This was unsuccessful for the first couple of attempts. Every time the tiny boy would try to worm and weave his way through the rope-like threads of her heavily-worn sock, Shikimori’s foot would react instinctively and he would be subconsciously slammed down against the grime and stale sweat of her insole. He continued regardless, shoving his face and arms into the fabric till the threads seemingly began to cling onto his body. Eventually, Shikimori’s foot would no longer consider Rentaro’s presence as an irritation. Once he had shoved and tangled himself amongst her sock threads, it was almost like he had become a part of her sock. Sweat seeped out from her foot and onto his body only to drip back down onto the insole. Much like the fabric around him, his body (his mouth in particular) absorbed the foot sweat around him till he could take in no more. As close as he had gone, Rentaro was still unable to breach past the immense wall of sock fabric. He could not see, nor could he feel the true pleasure of her bare skin.

  His antics would soon cease however as light began to flood into the shoe for the first time in what felt like an eternity for Rentaro. A minor heel pop was almost blinding to the tiny boy, even with most of it being blocked out by the sweat-drenched threads he was weaved into. As cooler air rushed into the shoe, he was snapped out of his trance for a couple of seconds as stimuli from the outside world began to pour in.

  “...there was supposed to be a guest student from a nearby school. Has anyone seen him?” The authoritative voice of a teacher echoed throughout the class, completely snapping Rentaro out of his lust as he remembered his ACTUAL reason for being. The alternative situation was nowhere near as amazing as the situation he currently found himself in, but he remembered it nonetheless. He was supposed to talk about what it’s like at a mixed-size school. He even had a full speech prepared in advance. None of that mattered anymore though as every space in his brain was currently occupied.

  “Best… day… ever…” Rentaro murmured his face buried deep within Shikimori’s sock as she fully popped her heel out from her shoe completely with Rentaro along for the ride she exposed her whole foot to the open air. Removing both her feet from her shoes and flexing them against her shoes, the pieces seemed to connect in Shikimori’s mind if only for a few passing moments. Scratching the small irritation that was her new sock prisoner with her other foot, Rentaro was promptly compressed between the two colossal masses that were Shikimori’s feet. Their combined might and odor were devastating as every inch of the poor tiny’s body was pressed flat. A tidal wave of sweat broke free from the threads on Shikimori’s other foot as her toes roughly scratched Rentaro into the ball of her foot. Despite her intention, however, this action did little to get rid of the sentient sock thread. In fact, it only accomplished in doing the exact opposite. Rentaro was thoroughly pushed deeper into the sock to the point that Rentaro’s face had completely breached the barrier that was her sock. Pressing against her sweltering bare skin, his face and eventually his tongue had full access to her foot. This experience was beyond anything he could have ever hoped for. No longer filtered through her sock, sweat flowed directly from Shikimori’s foot onto and into Rentaro. Droplets of sweat bigger than Rentaro’s entire head uncaringly embraced him ceaselessly with every passing second. This sweating would only get worse once Shikimori had shoved her feet back into the confines of her odorous school shoes.

  The festering odor and sheer amount of perspiration were soon beyond comprehension all comprehension. While drinking her sweat was, for the most part, a completely deliberate choice, thanks to how close he was to her skin sweat forced itself into every one of Rentaro’s orifices. Just a single drop of her sweat could completely dominate his entire being, and as Shikimori unconsciously pressed her feet against the floor the sheer amount of lustful stimuli attacking Rentaro at every angle pushed him completely over the edge. Moans bubbled up through her sweat, pleasurable secretions erupted from his lower body against his will in an extreme explosion of ecstasy. Once he had been drained completely, Rentaro’s consciousness faded completely as his oxygen was replaced by Shikimori’s irresistible sweat. Growing tired of waiting, the teacher eventually continued with her lesson and Shikimori would soon ignore her tiny foot prisoner once more.

  “I’ll let him out after school. Hopefully, the little pervert would have learned his lesson by then.” She murmured, this time deliberately rubbing her foot against the floor even harder. This further punishment had no effect in disciplining the unconscious Rentaro and much like her previous action, it had only accomplished further pushing Rentaro’s body past the sock barrier till he was entirely against her barefoot.
(I think the story is at a good stopping point so we're ending it here so I can focus on HIH:A 25. Please comment if you want further continuations!)

full story pdf: sta.sh/026jo6egku9e

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

  Finally able to breathe without being pressed insole, the tiny boy eagerly took in as much of Shikimori’s odor as he could while his mouth graciously welcomed every drop of sweat that seeped through her oppressive black socks. Pressing his nose as deep as he could into the sweaty sock fabric, the world around Rentaro seemed to fade away as he was sent into a trance by the amount of pleasure he could derive from the pungent and overwhelming odor. He had a hard time distinguishing his lustful drool from the ocean of sweat that flowed from her socks and evaporated into the air around him. His whole world and reason for being were temporarily replaced by his desire to become one with the divine presence of Shikimori’s foot.

As her pulse pounded all around him and every minor movement of her foot completely dominated his entire body, Rentaro began to actively force himself into the fabric of her sock. This was unsuccessful for the first couple of attempts. Every time the tiny boy would try to worm and weave his way through the rope-like threads of her heavily-worn sock, Shikimori’s foot would react instinctively and he would be subconsciously slammed down against the grime and stale sweat of her insole. He continued regardless, shoving his face and arms into the fabric till the threads seemingly began to cling onto his body. Eventually, Shikimori’s foot would no longer consider Rentaro’s presence as an irritation. Once he had shoved and tangled himself amongst her sock threads, it was almost like he had become a part of her sock. Sweat seeped out from her foot and onto his body only to drip back down onto the insole. Much like the fabric around him, his body (his mouth in particular) absorbed the foot sweat around him till he could take in no more. As close as he had gone, Rentaro was still unable to breach past the immense wall of sock fabric. He could not see, nor could he feel the true pleasure of her bare skin.

  His antics would soon cease however as light began to flood into the shoe for the first time in what felt like an eternity for Rentaro. A minor heel pop was almost blinding to the tiny boy, even with most of it being blocked out by the sweat-drenched threads he was weaved into. As cooler air rushed into the shoe, he was snapped out of his trance for a couple of seconds as stimuli from the outside world began to pour in.

  “...there was supposed to be a guest student from a nearby school. Has anyone seen him?” The authoritative voice of a teacher echoed throughout the class, completely snapping Rentaro out of his lust as he remembered his ACTUAL reason for being. The alternative situation was nowhere near as amazing as the situation he currently found himself in, but he remembered it nonetheless. He was supposed to talk about what it’s like at a mixed-size school. He even had a full speech prepared in advance. None of that mattered anymore though as every space in his brain was currently occupied.

  “Best… day… ever…” Rentaro murmured his face buried deep within Shikimori’s sock as she fully popped her heel out from her shoe completely with Rentaro along for the ride she exposed her whole foot to the open air. Removing both her feet from her shoes and flexing them against her shoes, the pieces seemed to connect in Shikimori’s mind if only for a few passing moments. Scratching the small irritation that was her new sock prisoner with her other foot, Rentaro was promptly compressed between the two colossal masses that were Shikimori’s feet. Their combined might and odor were devastating as every inch of the poor tiny’s body was pressed flat. A tidal wave of sweat broke free from the threads on Shikimori’s other foot as her toes roughly scratched Rentaro into the ball of her foot. Despite her intention, however, this action did little to get rid of the sentient sock thread. In fact, it only accomplished in doing the exact opposite. Rentaro was thoroughly pushed deeper into the sock to the point that Rentaro’s face had completely breached the barrier that was her sock. Pressing against her sweltering bare skin, his face and eventually his tongue had full access to her foot. This experience was beyond anything he could have ever hoped for. No longer filtered through her sock, sweat flowed directly from Shikimori’s foot onto and into Rentaro. Droplets of sweat bigger than Rentaro’s entire head uncaringly embraced him ceaselessly with every passing second. This sweating would only get worse once Shikimori had shoved her feet back into the confines of her odorous school shoes.

  The festering odor and sheer amount of perspiration were soon beyond comprehension all comprehension. While drinking her sweat was, for the most part, a completely deliberate choice, thanks to how close he was to her skin sweat forced itself into every one of Rentaro’s orifices. Just a single drop of her sweat could completely dominate his entire being, and as Shikimori unconsciously pressed her feet against the floor the sheer amount of lustful stimuli attacking Rentaro at every angle pushed him completely over the edge. Moans bubbled up through her sweat, pleasurable secretions erupted from his lower body against his will in an extreme explosion of ecstasy. Once he had been drained completely, Rentaro’s consciousness faded completely as his oxygen was replaced by Shikimori’s irresistible sweat. Growing tired of waiting, the teacher eventually continued with her lesson and Shikimori would soon ignore her tiny foot prisoner once more.

  “I’ll let him out after school. Hopefully, the little pervert would have learned his lesson by then.” She murmured, this time deliberately rubbing her foot against the floor even harder. This further punishment had no effect in disciplining the unconscious Rentaro and much like her previous action, it had only accomplished further pushing Rentaro’s body past the sock barrier till he was entirely against her barefoot.
(I think the story is at a good stopping point so we're ending it here so I can focus on HIH:A 25. Please comment if you want further continuations!)

full story pdf: sta.sh/026jo6egku9e