It's the only hiding place!

Clambering up the laced side with all your tiny might, you manage to throw yourself into the top of the left running shoe just as Victoria threw the locker door open with a smile.
"Ah-hah! Silly Camilla, leaving your locker unlocked like that~." Victoria said with what you imagined must have been a pretty cheeky smirk.
You felt a great shaking and rumbling as the shoe you were in was lifted from the floor by Victoria. You tumbled about inside, getting bits of toejam, foot gunk, ruined insole and various other grimy additions stuck to your body as you slammed against the still-moist sole of the shoe. The smell was horrifying - even a footpig like you was having trouble enjoying such a vile stench! Rotten cabbage, boiled cheese, out-of-date vinegar... your eyes burned just being in this shoe! If this was merely her teammate, what must Victoria's feet smell like?

Your body was almost sucked away as a great vacuum of air from the open area of the shoe suddenly started up. Was... was Victoria sniffing this shoe?! She was! Your cock hardened almost instinctively as you thought of that Brazilian beauty inhaling her friend's foot fumes, but your enjoyment was short lived. After a few sniffs, Victoria tossed the shoe to the floor - once again sending you sprawling and letting you enjoy a thick and healthy dose of rancid shoe gunk. Just as you were reorienting yourself, you heard her speak again.
"Let's see her call my feet stinky after I do this to her shoes... hehehe~" she said with a giggle.

Before you knew what was happening, you watched as Victoria slowly peeled off her sticky, sweaty, disgusting thigh high socks. She held one in each hand and loomed above you ominously - still apparently totally unaware of your existence. In terrified arousal, you witnessed Victoria stuffing one of her socks into the other running shoe. She pushed it firmly in, then shoved it even deeper with her stinky toes too. Now she was staring at your shoe with a lustful grin on her face.

Doing the only thing you could think of, you turned to run toward the toe end of the shoe. Of course you were no match for the giantess Victoria's hand as she shoved her rancid sock in, but you were at least halfway down now and didn't get instantly crushed by her. That may have been the **** fate, however. Victoria mercilessly shoved the sock in with her toes until you had a mere inch-and-a-half of space in the stinky toe area to breathe in. Trying to breathe a sigh of relief at having survived as your tormentor skipped off the go rub her feet on her teammate's jersey, you realized your lungs weren't being filled with air.

No, the only 'air' inside that shoe now was pure toxic sock stench! You strained for any hint of clean air, slamming your miniscule body into the off-pink sock that sealed you in the shoe-tomb, but all that got you was a layer of potent sweat covering your front. Each breath of the poisonous air hazed your mind over a little more, each whiff of the vile sock made your body a little weaker, each fragrant fragment of toe gunk clinging to you made you a little more weak-willed. There was no hope of escape. There was no hope of rescue. Victoria didn't even know you were in here! The only hope you had was getting used to the potent stink in the air! But even as you tried to acclimate yourself to the vile stench, your body wholeheartedly rejected it. Such toxic fumes were not meant to be breathed by a human, much less one of your size. As you breathed more and more, harder and harder... your body eventually gave up. Collapsing to you knees in front of the life-ending sock of your idol, you wondered where it all went wrong. Well, you wondered that for a moment before the toxicity claimed your brain and you fell forwards into the sock - suffocated to **** by the divine stink of your favourite player's rancid footwear while trapped in your shoe tomb!