Exchanged

(cruel, feet, humiliation, slavery, butt, MILF)

William struggled to push against the velvety ceiling of Mrs. Liao's sole. The plump skin on the underside of her foot was plush and yielding, forcing him to press hard against the dense fibres of her stockings. His hands were red raw because of this, but he still continued; the enormous weight on his lower half served as a good reminder of how costly failure was. The Professor needed only to apply a tiny bit of pressure and he'd be squashed flat, and although the slightly humid and very humiliating position of foot masseuse wasn't ideal, it was better than death... probably. The tiny American continued to rub the gigantic appendage, despite his hands, in the hope he'd do a good enough job to stay alive.

It was perhaps a little unprofessional for Mrs. Liao to take her shoes off while still at work, but her feet had been aching all day and really needed some fresh air and pampering. She instructed him to do his job and then ceased to think about him, being far too preoccupied with actually important matters. The almost forty year old woman chewed through her work so she could get home and relax, and maybe watch her favourite soap opera or something. Relaxing for Mrs. Liao always meant the exact opposite for William; he'd continue rubbing vigorously into her tired feet long into the night. Perhaps he'd even rub at something else, depending on how lonely she felt...

When she completed all her work, and made sure everything was in order, she lowered her feet, freshly massaged by the young man, and scrunched her toes, picking him up. Her foot slid into her heel and she continued out of the office, back to her apartment for some personal time.

No one was keeping count, but William had spent almost seven months serving under the older woman, which would make it almost an entire year in China. He was an exchange student at the very university the woman whose shoe he was currently crammed in taught at. For several months he was a good, diligent pupil, that had even made a few friends, but that blissful period came to an end when he shrunk down unexpectedly; a medical condition that was rare, especially in East Asian countries. William was inevitably captured, and he passed hands several times, eventually ending up with a young engineering student named Yuyan. Over the course of a single month she trained him brutally, breaking down his spirit thoroughly, and turning him completely obedient. After that he was given away to Mrs. Liao on a whim, just as a not so subtle plea for a better grade; he doubted it mattered much in the end.

As soon as the professor was home she kicked off her heels, fishing the tired battered and sweaty Caucasian from her discarded shoe. It took only a few minutes from stepping through the door to laying on the couch in a comfortable silk robe, eating a large bowl of ice cream, and watching a soap opera. With her dark hair down, rolling over her shoulders casually, and her body just peeking through the gap in her evening wear, she was the picture of a mature beauty; of course, the most William got to see was a glimpse through her toes. He rubbed into her reclining, wrinkled feet for all he was worth, still waiting on further orders from the Chinese giantess. She didn't need to dangle her weight over him menacingly, he was far too obedient to even think of running.

Mrs. Liao would very much enjoy her evening. Being worshiped and pampered like a goddess was just background to a lovely opportunity to relax, and at no point did she consider how he might have felt about this arrangement. In all likelihood she'd fall asleep with the television on, and come morning William would be passed out on her sole, waiting to be kicked awake for another day of serving her.

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Angelica was really regretting taking that course in Chinese. On her knees, the young Australian girl ran her tongue along the towering soles before her. "Hurry up please," a horribly patronising and condescending voice ordered her. The tiny woman had befallen a similar fate to many before her, suddenly reducing in size due to a random condition; it seemed contagious to some degree, striking mostly other foreign students in the university.

Yuyan was very glad with how Angelica was coming along. Previously she had been crying and caterwauling at every order she was given, now she was nice and obedient, although not entirely broken in; it had taken many nights in the cold, physical punishments, mental torments, and promises of rewards to get her to this point. Angelica was definitely not the first tiny mouth to be connected to this particular foot, training and breaking-in former people was one of the engineering student's hobbies, and throughout her years on the campus she had definitely forced a good few into submission. For her, the gradual wearing down was her favourite part, and once they had been thoroughly crushed, she'd look for someone to unload the toys onto, usually for a small fee.

The petite little creature at the, also petite, but much larger, girl's feet was filled with a sense of hopelessness. The things before her were a soft, lightly coloured, neatly pedicured, well-shaped, dainty, feminine pair of feet belonging to a Chinese college student not a year older than her, and they absolutely towered over her. She had been forced to lick, pamper, and serve every square inch of them over the course of several weeks, and she had almost lost completely her sense of pride. Even if, miraculously, she grew in size to her original height, a part of her would never scrub the humiliation from her; she'd always have spent the better part of a semester as the bitch of a random Chinese girl, whose friends and colleagues probably didn't care about her sadistic hobby. She regret ever coming to China, her family would probably be devastated at her loss, and think she was dead, never knowing she was probably still alive, albeit inside the shoe or inside the underwear of some fortunate Chinese person, being given to them for maybe the hope of a better grade, or as a birthday present, or for whatever reason.

"Hey, darling, I have a friend coming over soon, so I want you to be on your best behaviour and do whatever she says... she's a potential buyer after all." Yuyan never even bothered to look the miserable thing in the eyes.

It wasn't long before that warning came to pass, and a fresh set off feet waltzed through the door. Yuyan got up to greet the newcomer, leaving Angelica on her knees and patiently waiting. After some friendly conversation, this new girl slid off her sandals and took a seat on the sofa with Yuyan, who shuffled over. She was slightly taller than Yuyan, a little less slender too, but still quite pretty. "So, this was...?" the new girl asked.

"Oh, don't worry about a name. Just call her darling or whatever."

She shrugged her slender shoulders. "Darling, get to work," she chuckled softly.

Angelica shuffled forward, and repeating what she had been taught.

"Ooh! This is pretty nice!"

"I know right! It's great for relaxing."

"Mhmm... I can see."

Angelica tried to block out the giantesses chatting away above her, discussing her like a piece of meat. She wasn't in the limelight for too long, they soon switched topics to random small talk. She just continued on debasing herself; it was made even worse by the fact that she was trying to impress this new girl, so she could have a new, hopefully kinder owner... Her feet were also slightly larger, but she was well acquainted with foot anatomy, so she was sure she could manage; this new girl did have a toe ring wrapped around her middle digit, just as a minor note.

The two friends had a great time together, idly chatting about whatever topic was on their minds. It wasn't long before the tiny Australian was totally forgotten about. Meanwhile she tried her absolute hardest to rub, deep into the doughy soles above her.

"Well, it's been nice chatting, but I think I should go," the new girl sighed, sad her visit was coming to an end."

"Aww... well, fair enough. Do you think you'd like to buy her?"

"Hm? Oh! I almost forgot," she chuckled. "She did a good job... How much?"

"I think around... 100 yuan?"

Angelica was quiet, although she thought that was a little low...

The girl simply smiled and reached out her hand. "Deal!"

"Great! She's not totally trained yet, but if you swing by this time next week I'm sure she'll be totally broken-in."

"Sure thing! Great spending time with you."

The two giants bid each other fair well, and Angelica's new owner left as quickly as she had arrived.

"You hear that? You've got a new owner!"

How great...

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The oppressive weight pressed heavily on Richard's body; he was apparently more resilient than one would expect. The tiny Englishman was sandwiched rather snugly between the soft office chair, and the gigantic left cheek of Huiyin. She read her newspaper almost insultingly casually, totally ambivalent to the former exchange student down the back of her utilitarian underpants.

Huiyin was a security guard, and she was right now on her rounds. Nothing much happened on the campus at night, so she felt comfortable enough to zone out and enjoy the impotent struggles of the diminished Caucasian she was sitting on while she got caught up on current events. Richard, not that she knew his name, was one of the victims of both shrinking and Yuyan. The young engineering student was actually quite annoyed by this particular case, the female security guard confiscated him as a 'health risk', meaning she never got any compensation. Huiyin was driven by purely ulterior motives, and she was very much enjoying her prize.

Richard felt very strongly the opposite way, and had grown a great deal of resentment against the woman in her late twenties. She seemed to love punishing him, driven by pure sadism; sitting on him, smothering him, choking him, and really doing whatever she wanted with him. The former student was taken only halfway through his 'education' at the hands of Yuyan, and therefore wasn't quite as well-trained as other tiny foreigners floating around among the staff and students. Huiyin wasn't as petite as his former owner either, instead being fairly fit and toned; she needed to be as a security guard, after all. At least she got her workout over and done with at the beginning of the week, and had a few days free of the sweaty, hellishly hot and compressing punishments she put him through ever single time.

Another thing he had going for him was the relative softness of the chair, and her butt cheeks, which provided at least a little give for him; he knew very, intimately well just how hard they could get when tensed.

Huiyin shuffled in her chair idly, grinding Richard down into the seat even further. He was sealed against her skin and the soft cotton of her underpants, which, again, were inside her trousers, pressed against the seat of the office chair. It was hot, almost intolerably so; he'd no doubt need to be peeled from her skin whenever he was freed.

This happened sooner than was anticipated apparently, as she stretched her legs and slid a hand down the back of her pants. She pinched the tiny man at his hands, and slowly tugged on him, a distinct 'zzzhhhppp' peeling him off. Next thing he knew he was looking up at her face, framed by short, brown hair. The floor was cold, and dusty on his back. "Eh, holding up?" she asked him sarcastically.

If he had the constitution he would have run, even if it was fruitless, and even if he escaped he'd probably be captured by an equally hostile giant. God forbid Yuyan again, he bet she'd be ecstatic to have him back in her clutches.

"Well, unfortunately for you, no more sitting around~ I've gotta go on patrol now." He saw her shoelaces come undone, and a dark socked foot come out. "So I think it's time you get relocated."

Richard was picked up by the leg with a pinching finger. He was dropped into and shaken down to the toe section of the shoe. A great, dark, cotton-knit beast filled the cramped space, pinning him under its toes. With a few tugs of the shoelaces he sealed in his humid, humiliating little crevice, inside this lady's shoe.

The security guard went on with her rounds, a skip in her step and an Englishman under her digits.