You notice as Theresa lifts you out of your hiding place that the air is becoming much clearer. There was a distinct odor from your teleported location, and don't realize exactly where you were... until you see Theresa holding her used, tattered sneaker in her free hand. You look over to her face, which is looking at you with concern as she says "ARE YOU ALRIGHT?" You nod your head up and down and Theresa breathes a sigh of relief, saying "GOOD. I MEAN... IF I HADN'T FELT YOU DOWN THERE WHO KNOWS WHAT MIGHT HAVE HAPPENED. YOU COULD HAVE SUFFOCATED IN MY SOCK." She gently places you on the table, holding her shoe off to the side as she goes onto her phone. "I HAVE TO CONTACT MY SUPERVISOR. I DON'T THINK YOU'RE SUPPOSED TO BE THIS... SHORT." She tries to cushion the blow but it doesn't work very well, as you know she meant "Small". She finishes texting her boss, and props an arm up on her elbow, resting her face against her open hand as she watches you wander around on the desk. She taps her finger impatiently as she breaks the silence by asking "SO... HOW LONG HAVE YOU HAD A THING FOR FEET?"
W...what? You wonder why she's asking you this (or how you know about it). You don't answer, pretending not to understnad what she's talking about and hope she just drops the subject. She raises an eyebrow and points to the machine where you first took your trip. "YOU SEE THAT CHAMBER THERE? THERE'S NOT A LOT IT KNOWS WITHOUT ANY INPUT. IT NEEDS A SPECIFIC DIRECTION IN ORDER TO WORK. THE WAY IT GETS THAT INFORMATION IS THAT IT RELIES ON THE SUBJECT'S BRAIN PATTERNS." She crosses her arms and leans in close to you, her shadow forming an intimidating darkness that shades her face as she talks. "SO THAT MEANS YOU WERE THINKING ABOUT MY FEET WHEN YOU WERE IN THERE. I DON'T KNOW WHY YOU'RE SO SMALL, BUT I DO KNOW THAT'S WHY YOU ENDED UP IN MY SHOE." She looks down at her feet again and then at your little body, which is now practically beat red blushing with embarassment. She grabs her foot and leans into it, taking a sniff and scrunching her face in response to the stench. She gives you a confused look and says "SO KNOWING YOU WERE DOWN THERE IN MY SOCKS, PRESSED UP AGAINST MY FEET... THAT ACTUALLY TURNS YOU ON?" You can do nothing but shrug from your perspective, the thought of her gigantic shoe being so close to you at the moment still kind of arousing you. Theresa notices this and looks down at your crotch, taking note of your ever expanding erection. You hope you haven't offended her too much, and wait for her response...
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