You can't hold out - you start coughing and gagging!

Unable to comprehend the magnitude of Victoria's foot stink, you erupted into a fit of coughing and gagging, your body desperately trying to expunge her corrosive fumes.
"Hm? What's that noise?" Victoria asks. Almost like she was investigating using her feet, she retracts them from her shoes completely and unleashes their full scent on you, exploring around under the bench with her socked toes to see if she can find the source of the noise.

You begin retching in agony as the cheesy malodour of Victoria's socked feet now hits you in its entirety. You collapse to your knees, writhing in pain as her unstoppable foot stink floods your body and poisons your soul. The dream of sniffing her feet had now thoroughly turned into a nightmare!
"Maybe it's just my socks squelching?" she mused, squeezing her feet together above you, causing a wave of vile sweat to be **** out, nearly drowning you.
This caused even more screaming in pain and suffering, finally causing the Brazilian princess to lean down and take a look for herself.

"Surely nothing could be alive down here in this storm of cheesy stink, right? Wait a minute... is that... a little man?!"
Before your aching body could even react you had been grabbed between Victoria's fingers and were being held up in front of her face.
"So, you thought you could sneak in here as a tiny and steal a whiff of my 100,000 real sock stink, hm? Cheapskates like you don't deserve my wonderful feet!"
Victoria looked as though she was going to drop you then stomp on you, but she seemed to think of a better idea.
"But... I am feeling generous today. So we'll play a game, for the last few minutes of your life~. I think you'll find it very smelly, hehe!"

In what felt like seconds Victoria had stood up, slipped her shoes on, tucked you into the top of her sweat-soaked thigh sock and marched out to a small practice field separate from the rest of her team. She pulled you from her sock and tossed you to the ground in front of the goal, then moved back twenty yards or so.
"I think I need to teach naughty men who want to become tinies and sniff my socks a little lesson, as an example. Now, stay within the goal area and dodge left or right - I'll be launching my stinky socks and shoes at you! If you don't wanna become paste beneath my feet or a brainless footslave, you better dodge little guy! Oh, and don't you even think of running away~. I'll have a fate worse than dodging my socks for you in that case!"