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It's a Saturday morning, and Matt has just woken up. Saturday is the perfect time for Matt's weekly Twitch stream, and indeed, every Saturday for the last 3 months, a large thumbnail of Matt's stream has popped up in the trending section. It's always the same stream title: "Saturday morning w/ Matt, and a lucky fan!".
It didn't take long for the streamer to prepare. He got off the bed and put on his casual and yet iconic attire that was made from a T-shirt, a dark jacket and a pair of black jeans. Still barefoot, he climbed the stairs down to the bathroom. He brushed his teeth, washed his face, made himself a quick breakfast in the kitchen before going back upstairs.
As in every weekly stream, Matt approached the large closet in his room and opened its heavy doors. The closet was filled with shoeboxes, all of them carefully labeled. It's in one of those boxes that Matt found what he was looking for.
"Ah, here it is." he exclaimed, pulling out a box labeled: "Top Donor - Week 13".
Matt grabbed the box, climbed on his bed and placed the box next to him. Carefully, he lowered the box, which had a few microscopic holes on the top, to the floor right next to the bed. He removed the lid and threw it away. Inside the box was something that almost resembled an entire ecosystem - a miniature world of its own. The bottom of the box was covered in sand, and on top of the sand was a tiny tent, surrounded by large stockpiles of tiny water bottles and snacks. There were also a tiny pile of clothes, a few books and a human-written letter, leaning against the side of the box. The ticket read:
"Helllllo Matt! I'm Dan, and you might otherwise know me as DirtyDan49. I've been watching your streams for a while now, and I absolutely love them. That's why last stream I gave you 7,000$ in donations (which is what I've been saving for years to get into college, but who cares). I was your top donor!"
Matt chuckled at the sight of the letter. He could never get tired of seeing how dedicated his fans were to him.
On the other side of the letter, appeared a checklist that followed: "Hair. Nose. Mouth. Fingers. Armpits. Crotch. Ass. Thighs. Knees. Sneakers. Bare feet. Toes. Socks..." And the list went on and on, and on. However, only one item was marked in bold - "Socks". The marked item was an indicator of the top donor from last stream's desire, DirtyDan49. This is where Matt's fan wanted to be as a reward for his large donation.
"Pssssss. Hey there." Matt whispered, kneeling down to get close to the tent.
The tent moved, and a tiny figure appeared at the entrance. The figure was a human man, wearing a T-shirt and long trousers. It was no larger than a pinky finger. "How was your journey?"
The tiny man was in complete shock. He was utterly mesmerized by the sight of his idol, talking to him, and in such close proximity. Matt's green shining eyes, his dark brown hair, his well-defined face, his beautiful smile... everything about Matt was simply perfect, and from Dan's size, Matt was just a god.
"Y-your... your majesty.." the tiny man spoke, as he lowered his head and kneeled down in front of his idol. "Your... your beauty... your magnificence..."
Matt couldn't help but giggle at the sight. His tiny fans would often call him a king, or a god, or something similar. And they'd always act as if he was some sort of royalty. It was all so cute.
"Mhm. You don't have to bow." Matt spoke, as he extended his index finger to gently move the tiny fan off the floor and into his hands. He placed Dan on his desk, next to his keyboard. Dan was absolutely overwhelmed with emotions, and it showed in his eyes, that were welling with tears of joy.
Matt silently read the letter attached to the box: "I'm Dan... I've been watching your streams... Blah blah blah..." He turned the letter, and read the second side, revealing the checklist that had "SOCKS" marked in bold. Matt smiled. It was one of his favourite options. Matt turned back again, this time, not to his closet, but to the laundry basket hidden under the bed. He dug with his fingers before grabbing 2 pairs of his used socks. He threw them on the desk, next to Dan.
"Choose your prison for the next 6 hours." Matt said with a big grin, as he sat on his gaming chair in front of his setup and began preparing for the stream.
Dan was completely speechless, as his tiny heart skipped a beat. His eyes moved between the two pairs, carefully examining each. One pair was white, *mostly* white, to be exact. The fabric was thick and soft. It looked very cozy and nice. It had the strong recognizable scent of his beloved king's feet. The other pair was black. It looked thin and more elastic. Dan imagined that it would be way tighter than the other pair and decided to pick the white pair. He approached the white sock and hugged it. It was huge and completely covered Dan in its fabric, like a big blanket. It felt warm and soft, and Dan loved it. The sock smelled like its owner. Dan hugged it tight.
"Good choice!" Matt said as separated Dan from his socks in a quick movement with his fingers. He placed his feet on the table and swiftly put on the chosen socks. He then picked up Dan and dropped him on the carpet beneath the table. Dan landed softly, and Matt's gigantic, now sock-clad feet were quickly placed around him.
"Ready?" Matt lowered his head under the table and asked. Dan looked up with eyes filled with awe, and gave a thumbs up with a huge grin on his face. This would be the last time Dan saw Matt's face, or anything at all, before it would be all white fabric the rest of the day.
Matt clicked his mouse. A red dot appeared in his display, indicating the stream has started. "Sup guys." he said to the chat. The chat exploded with comments: "Omg hi", "Hey Matt!","HIIII MAAATT" and a flood of hearts and emotes followed. And with that, Matt dropped his sock-clad foot on top of his tiny fan. It completely engulfed him in the thick, soft fabric.
"Happy Saturday!"
Dan could hear Matt talking to the audience through the fabric, but it was muffled and indecipherable. He was trapped under his idol's foot. His vision was white, he felt safe, he was warm and comfortable. All he could see was Matt's footprint, which was vaguely displayed through the fabric of his sock. All he could hear was the muffled voice of Matt, the clacking of his keyboard, and his occasional conversation with his chat. And all he could smell was his feet. His amazing, divine, beautiful feet, which were now inside of the same socks Dan was under. The sock's fabric was thick, but he could still feel every move of Matt's feet through it.
2 minutes in, Dan felt a sudden sensation. His head was grabbed by Matt's toes, through the socks, and slowly lifted up to the table. Matt placed his socked foot on the table with Dan's head clenched between his toes, right in front of his webcam.
"And now, a HUGE shot out to the top donor from last week, who also goes by the name DirtyDan49!"
The chat went wild. "Omg its so small!", "hi little guy!", "Awwww he's so cute" were the ones that stood out to Dan. "i wish it could be me uwu", "I want to be in his socks for days.", "i'm soooo fucking JEALOUS!" came right after.
"This little guy gave me 8K LMAO, all for a chance to be under my socks! That's why you guys should donate if you wanna hang out with your favorite streamer." Matt giggled at the end of his sentence, before pulling his toes back under the table, bringing Dan with them.
"Now back to the game..." he said, as his eyes returned to his monitor.
Matt was EXTREMELY experienced in making tinies enjoy in the comfort of his socks. The bottom of the sock that Dan was under, was lined with hundreds of thousands of tiny fibers, that all grabbed the tiny body, holding it in place, while at the same time gently massaging it with every movement Matt's socked foot would make. This way, every movement felt like a hug. A soft, warm and safe hug. It felt like heaven. Some of dan's body was exposed to the air, including his head, at times. Dan immediately used those opportunities to get a taste of Matt's socks in any way he could.
He opened his mouth wide and dug into the thick sock with his lips, before closing them, letting his mouth completely envelop the fibers that came out of the fabric. It was a dream come true, as he let out a huge muffled moan through his idol's socks. The flavor was pure perfection, just the way Dan expected - sweet, soft, but at the same time with a touch of salty. It tasted just like he imagined. Dan tried to hug the sock with all of his body, but the sock was so thick that he was almost completely engulfed. It made Dan feel even safer, like a tiny mouse trapped in its big cozy burrow. Dan felt so good and safe. It was pure bliss. He almost drifted off to sleep a few times, only to be interrupted by a slight movement of Matt's feet.
Meanwhile, Matt's stream went on. He continued his gameplay and his conversation with chat. He only changed the position of his feet from time to time, to make sure he was not crushing his tiny fan. And from time to time he'd even put BOTH of his feet on top of tiny Dan, applying double the pressure and giving the fan double the pleasure. But not for too long, because the weight might've crushed Dan.
Dan feel like a newborn. He had no responsibilities. Nothing mattered. He felt so safe, so comfy. And the feeling was only made stronger by the constant taste of Matt's socks that he experienced. The only thing he was seeing was the soft, white fabric. The only thing he was smelling was the smell of his king's feet. And the only thing he could hear was the sound of the sock itself, which made soft "shhshhshhsh" sounds every time he moved his foot, as the socks would brush against the carpet. His tiny brain could only process one thing, and one thing only - pure bliss.
However, the 6 hours of pure heaven did come to an end. After what felt like only 5 minutes of pure pleasure for Dan, the red dot in Matt's monitor disappeared.
"And we're out guys." Matt said, stretching his legs. "H-hey little buddy, I need you out." he whispered as he leaned underneath the table. "Did you enjoy?"
Dan was a complete mess. His eyes were dizzy, and he was constantly rubbing them with his hands, as if to make sure that what he was experiencing wasn't a dream. He couldn't speak. He just mumbled something, followed by a few happy groans. He hugged Matt's sock tightly, and when Matt lifted his foot to get it out of the way, he still clung onto it.
"Awwww." Matt said. "I can leave you there for about an hour or two, just until I finish a few matches. You want that?" he said with a huge grin. Dan gave him a thumbs up, followed by a long, muffled scream. "But it's gonna cost ya, little guy. $3,000 in the tip jar, and you'll stay in for a little more. Sound fair?"
He nodded vigorously. He hugged Matt's sock, and was dragged with it, when Matt moved it back down onto the floor. Matt chuckled. "That's what I thought."

Description

It's a Saturday morning, and Matt has just woken up. Saturday is the perfect time for Matt's weekly Twitch stream, and indeed, every Saturday for the last 3 months, a large thumbnail of Matt's stream has popped up in the trending section. It's always the same stream title: "Saturday morning w/ Matt, and a lucky fan!".
It didn't take long for the streamer to prepare. He got off the bed and put on his casual and yet iconic attire that was made from a T-shirt, a dark jacket and a pair of black jeans. Still barefoot, he climbed the stairs down to the bathroom. He brushed his teeth, washed his face, made himself a quick breakfast in the kitchen before going back upstairs.
As in every weekly stream, Matt approached the large closet in his room and opened its heavy doors. The closet was filled with shoeboxes, all of them carefully labeled. It's in one of those boxes that Matt found what he was looking for.
"Ah, here it is." he exclaimed, pulling out a box labeled: "Top Donor - Week 13".
Matt grabbed the box, climbed on his bed and placed the box next to him. Carefully, he lowered the box, which had a few microscopic holes on the top, to the floor right next to the bed. He removed the lid and threw it away. Inside the box was something that almost resembled an entire ecosystem - a miniature world of its own. The bottom of the box was covered in sand, and on top of the sand was a tiny tent, surrounded by large stockpiles of tiny water bottles and snacks. There were also a tiny pile of clothes, a few books and a human-written letter, leaning against the side of the box. The ticket read:
"Helllllo Matt! I'm Dan, and you might otherwise know me as DirtyDan49. I've been watching your streams for a while now, and I absolutely love them. That's why last stream I gave you 7,000$ in donations (which is what I've been saving for years to get into college, but who cares). I was your top donor!"
Matt chuckled at the sight of the letter. He could never get tired of seeing how dedicated his fans were to him.
On the other side of the letter, appeared a checklist that followed: "Hair. Nose. Mouth. Fingers. Armpits. Crotch. Ass. Thighs. Knees. Sneakers. Bare feet. Toes. Socks..." And the list went on and on, and on. However, only one item was marked in bold - "Socks". The marked item was an indicator of the top donor from last stream's desire, DirtyDan49. This is where Matt's fan wanted to be as a reward for his large donation.
"Pssssss. Hey there." Matt whispered, kneeling down to get close to the tent.
The tent moved, and a tiny figure appeared at the entrance. The figure was a human man, wearing a T-shirt and long trousers. It was no larger than a pinky finger. "How was your journey?"
The tiny man was in complete shock. He was utterly mesmerized by the sight of his idol, talking to him, and in such close proximity. Matt's green shining eyes, his dark brown hair, his well-defined face, his beautiful smile... everything about Matt was simply perfect, and from Dan's size, Matt was just a god.
"Y-your... your majesty.." the tiny man spoke, as he lowered his head and kneeled down in front of his idol. "Your... your beauty... your magnificence..."
Matt couldn't help but giggle at the sight. His tiny fans would often call him a king, or a god, or something similar. And they'd always act as if he was some sort of royalty. It was all so cute.
"Mhm. You don't have to bow." Matt spoke, as he extended his index finger to gently move the tiny fan off the floor and into his hands. He placed Dan on his desk, next to his keyboard. Dan was absolutely overwhelmed with emotions, and it showed in his eyes, that were welling with tears of joy.
Matt silently read the letter attached to the box: "I'm Dan... I've been watching your streams... Blah blah blah..." He turned the letter, and read the second side, revealing the checklist that had "SOCKS" marked in bold. Matt smiled. It was one of his favourite options. Matt turned back again, this time, not to his closet, but to the laundry basket hidden under the bed. He dug with his fingers before grabbing 2 pairs of his used socks. He threw them on the desk, next to Dan.
"Choose your prison for the next 6 hours." Matt said with a big grin, as he sat on his gaming chair in front of his setup and began preparing for the stream.
Dan was completely speechless, as his tiny heart skipped a beat. His eyes moved between the two pairs, carefully examining each. One pair was white, *mostly* white, to be exact. The fabric was thick and soft. It looked very cozy and nice. It had the strong recognizable scent of his beloved king's feet. The other pair was black. It looked thin and more elastic. Dan imagined that it would be way tighter than the other pair and decided to pick the white pair. He approached the white sock and hugged it. It was huge and completely covered Dan in its fabric, like a big blanket. It felt warm and soft, and Dan loved it. The sock smelled like its owner. Dan hugged it tight.
"Good choice!" Matt said as separated Dan from his socks in a quick movement with his fingers. He placed his feet on the table and swiftly put on the chosen socks. He then picked up Dan and dropped him on the carpet beneath the table. Dan landed softly, and Matt's gigantic, now sock-clad feet were quickly placed around him.
"Ready?" Matt lowered his head under the table and asked. Dan looked up with eyes filled with awe, and gave a thumbs up with a huge grin on his face. This would be the last time Dan saw Matt's face, or anything at all, before it would be all white fabric the rest of the day.
Matt clicked his mouse. A red dot appeared in his display, indicating the stream has started. "Sup guys." he said to the chat. The chat exploded with comments: "Omg hi", "Hey Matt!","HIIII MAAATT" and a flood of hearts and emotes followed. And with that, Matt dropped his sock-clad foot on top of his tiny fan. It completely engulfed him in the thick, soft fabric.
"Happy Saturday!"
Dan could hear Matt talking to the audience through the fabric, but it was muffled and indecipherable. He was trapped under his idol's foot. His vision was white, he felt safe, he was warm and comfortable. All he could see was Matt's footprint, which was vaguely displayed through the fabric of his sock. All he could hear was the muffled voice of Matt, the clacking of his keyboard, and his occasional conversation with his chat. And all he could smell was his feet. His amazing, divine, beautiful feet, which were now inside of the same socks Dan was under. The sock's fabric was thick, but he could still feel every move of Matt's feet through it.
2 minutes in, Dan felt a sudden sensation. His head was grabbed by Matt's toes, through the socks, and slowly lifted up to the table. Matt placed his socked foot on the table with Dan's head clenched between his toes, right in front of his webcam.
"And now, a HUGE shot out to the top donor from last week, who also goes by the name DirtyDan49!"
The chat went wild. "Omg its so small!", "hi little guy!", "Awwww he's so cute" were the ones that stood out to Dan. "i wish it could be me uwu", "I want to be in his socks for days.", "i'm soooo fucking JEALOUS!" came right after.
"This little guy gave me 8K LMAO, all for a chance to be under my socks! That's why you guys should donate if you wanna hang out with your favorite streamer." Matt giggled at the end of his sentence, before pulling his toes back under the table, bringing Dan with them.
"Now back to the game..." he said, as his eyes returned to his monitor.
Matt was EXTREMELY experienced in making tinies enjoy in the comfort of his socks. The bottom of the sock that Dan was under, was lined with hundreds of thousands of tiny fibers, that all grabbed the tiny body, holding it in place, while at the same time gently massaging it with every movement Matt's socked foot would make. This way, every movement felt like a hug. A soft, warm and safe hug. It felt like heaven. Some of dan's body was exposed to the air, including his head, at times. Dan immediately used those opportunities to get a taste of Matt's socks in any way he could.
He opened his mouth wide and dug into the thick sock with his lips, before closing them, letting his mouth completely envelop the fibers that came out of the fabric. It was a dream come true, as he let out a huge muffled moan through his idol's socks. The flavor was pure perfection, just the way Dan expected - sweet, soft, but at the same time with a touch of salty. It tasted just like he imagined. Dan tried to hug the sock with all of his body, but the sock was so thick that he was almost completely engulfed. It made Dan feel even safer, like a tiny mouse trapped in its big cozy burrow. Dan felt so good and safe. It was pure bliss. He almost drifted off to sleep a few times, only to be interrupted by a slight movement of Matt's feet.
Meanwhile, Matt's stream went on. He continued his gameplay and his conversation with chat. He only changed the position of his feet from time to time, to make sure he was not crushing his tiny fan. And from time to time he'd even put BOTH of his feet on top of tiny Dan, applying double the pressure and giving the fan double the pleasure. But not for too long, because the weight might've crushed Dan.
Dan feel like a newborn. He had no responsibilities. Nothing mattered. He felt so safe, so comfy. And the feeling was only made stronger by the constant taste of Matt's socks that he experienced. The only thing he was seeing was the soft, white fabric. The only thing he was smelling was the smell of his king's feet. And the only thing he could hear was the sound of the sock itself, which made soft "shhshhshhsh" sounds every time he moved his foot, as the socks would brush against the carpet. His tiny brain could only process one thing, and one thing only - pure bliss.
However, the 6 hours of pure heaven did come to an end. After what felt like only 5 minutes of pure pleasure for Dan, the red dot in Matt's monitor disappeared.
"And we're out guys." Matt said, stretching his legs. "H-hey little buddy, I need you out." he whispered as he leaned underneath the table. "Did you enjoy?"
Dan was a complete mess. His eyes were dizzy, and he was constantly rubbing them with his hands, as if to make sure that what he was experiencing wasn't a dream. He couldn't speak. He just mumbled something, followed by a few happy groans. He hugged Matt's sock tightly, and when Matt lifted his foot to get it out of the way, he still clung onto it.
"Awwww." Matt said. "I can leave you there for about an hour or two, just until I finish a few matches. You want that?" he said with a huge grin. Dan gave him a thumbs up, followed by a long, muffled scream. "But it's gonna cost ya, little guy. $3,000 in the tip jar, and you'll stay in for a little more. Sound fair?"
He nodded vigorously. He hugged Matt's sock, and was dragged with it, when Matt moved it back down onto the floor. Matt chuckled. "That's what I thought."