I don’t know where to start. I want to write down what has been happening to me in hopes that it might be believed. I’m writing this half assed journal entry to help tell my story and if something happens to me that they might bring my neighbor to some kind of justice. I have never thought of myself as a writer or a keeper of a journal. Whoever might find these papers please turn them into the authorities. This is not a made up story or hoax. My name is Mike Hall. I just got out of the Marine Corps 6 months ago. I started renting the house at 619 Hillcrest Dr. I’m writing this from my neighbor’s house 617. My neighbor’s names are Joe and Lisa Gasperetti. From the first day I moved in I have never gotten along with them. It started when I ran over their bushes trying to get the U-haul truck closer to my front door. They must have been looking out the window because Mr. Gasperetti came running over screaming about the bushes. Mrs. Gasperetti was not for behind. I told them that I didn’t see the bushes and I would be glad to pay for new ones. I also apologized. This wasn’t good enough for them because they kept on yelling about the whole ordeal. Well, it didn’t take long for my temper to kick in. I told him to shut his fucking mouth and get out of my face or I was going to kick his big out of shape ass. I also said, “So turn around and take that bitch you call a wife back in your house with you”. I would have really hurt him since I’m 5’11 at 185 lbs of fighting muscle I got from the Corps. He stood about 6’0 at 205 lbs. But, he does have a beautiful, sexy ass wife. Wow, I would love to hit that was what I thought when I first saw her. I’m guessing her to be about thirty years old, long brunette hair that hit the middle of her back. She was far too good for this chump. I had to look some more. After all what was he going to do? She would be about 5’10 at about 130 lbs. She was very attractive. I would have guessed that she had done some type of modeling in her life. She reminded me of a tall, brunette Pam Anderson. That day she had on a silver bikini top holding in what I would have guessed to be a C cup in place and wore out jean shorts. But, what I noticed most of all since I have a major foot fetish was her feet. I’m good at telling the size of women’s feet. Hers were I’m sure a size 10. Bigger than I usually like but they were perfect. I mean perfect. Perfectly proportioned in every way from what I could tell by glancing down a number of times. Under her soles were thin pink flip flops. They were worn down by her weight and everyday use. When she moved her feet you could see a dirty worn out foot print on the sole of the flip flop. But, when she just stood there it was almost like you could hear the flip flops screaming about all her weight being forced down on them, making them squish almost flat under the balls and heels of her feet. She had on a gold ankle bracelet on her left ankle and a silver toe ring on her right index toe. Looking at her feet I lost track of the argument. I told them I was going to unload my stuff and that I would be over to take care of the damage. I stood there and watched them walk away. But my eyes quickly fixed on her heels and mid section of her soles. I timed it just right so I could see part of the sole and heel on her up step. Wow, the bottom of her feet was so dirty they were almost black. Mixed that and the sound of the flip flops flopping against her wrinkled soles made me oozed out a bit of pre-cum in my shorts. I finished moving in my house. A week latter on a Saturday I was unpacking upstairs in one of the side rooms. It has a window facing my neighbor’s house. I saw her this time in both pieces of her silver bikini. She was on their deck. The foot of her lawn chair was pointing towards my house. She adjusted the 3 piece lawn chair so that her leg support was high in the air. She still had her sexy legs off to the side as she slipped off the pink flip flops showing two perfect foot prints. Next she put sun tanning oil all over her body, feet too. What luck I thought. And then even better luck. She folded a towel and put it at the foot of the chair. She swung her oiled feet up and put her heels on the towel. Holly shit, I screamed in my mind. Her feet, her soles were facing right towards my window. I fell back, tripped over a box and ran for my bedroom. I found my camouflage binoculars in another box. I ran back to the side room and looked down on Mrs. Gasperetti’s beautiful feet. She must have had a dance song coming from her walkman because she was tapping, flexing and spreading her toes to what looked like a beat. I won’t describe in detail what I did next. Let’s just say after watching the foot show for about 40 minutes I pounded out two in a row. I saw her again three days latter cutting her lawn. She had on a white girlie tank top, kaki shorts and white gym socks. The white girlie top made her breast look huge. The shorts brought out the tan on her long legs. The white socks I’m sure she would have to trash. When she walked away my eyes would find her socks. They were blackish green on the bottom. Her right sock had a big hole in the back forcing her heel to stick out. The left sock had her ball and big toe sticking out. This made her ball, toe and heel grass stained giving a dirty green glow. I was going to clean out the shed that came with the house. As luck would have it she was cutting a strip of grass that brought her close to the property line right next to the shed. She let go of the safety handle on her green John Deere mower when she got next to me. I said, “good morning”. She just stepped closer facing me. She looked down at her feet and brought up her right foot to her left knee, using her left index finger and thumb she began to peel off her sock. I just had to watch. She said, “You would think by now I would learn to wear shoes. It’s going to take me hours to get this grass stain off my feet”. She took off her other sock wiggling her wrinkled dirty sole up towards me. I couldn’t talk I just felt dizzy and disbelief at what I was seeing. She said, “So what are you planning to do about my bushes? As you can tell I take pride in my lawn and house”. I still couldn’t say a word. I just stared at this above average woman. I could smell her sweet sweat and tanning oil mixed. She said, “Well”? I finally stuttered out I’ll be over tonight to replace the bushes. She tossed her well used socks down on the grass. Quickly I said, “I’ll throw them away for you. I have a trash bag right here in the shed”. Thinking of what I could do with them latter. She said, “Knock yourself out”. Giggling she said, “Be careful I’m sure they are stinky with sweat. My feet sweat a lot and it’s hot out here”. I said, “I’ll keep that in mind. Maybe I should put gloves on”. We both laughed. Just then I noticed that she was trying to pull up this big blade of grass using her big and second toes. She squeezed and pulled. Finally the blade of grass came out of the ground. Using her toes she tossed it over towards me and said, “You had better cut your grass before it grows out of control. I couldn’t believe what was taking place with my new neighbor. My knees started to shake and I could feel the pre-cum start to run. We talked about what type of bushes I was to get and how she liked the neighborhood. Next thing I know she’s takes a few steps over to this pile of sand / dirt. She starts to kick and stomp the pile with her feet. I walk over and realize that it’s an ant hill. I think to myself how can this be fucking happening to me. I wonder if she knows somehow that I have a foot fetish. She said, “Silly little ants. I hate having them in my yard. Take that and that. Uhhmmmph, uhhmmmph and uhhmmmph. She slowly put her foot down on about a hundred of them and slowly adds her weight squashing all that found them selves in her foot print. She lifted her wiggling foot and showed me the bottom. It had a lot of smashed ants with clear wet spots around them, stuck to her dirty barefoot. I couldn’t take it anymore. I lost all thought of what I was doing. My whole world went blank with lust for her feet. I was able to blurt out “I’ll be over tonight to fix the trees or whatever”. I bent over, grabbed her socks and ran into the shed. It was a good thing to because I was starting to get hard fast. Once in the shed I slammed to door shut. My breathing was fast and heavy I couldn’t concentrate on anything but what I just saw. Feet. A beautiful woman’s feet. I was in shock at what I just saw. I knocked over a paint can and a clear liquid spilled onto her socks. I said, “Fuck”. And I hurried up and lifted the paint can. It looked like a can of paint thinner. I said, “Fuck, fuck, fuck. I have just got to know what her feet smell like”. So I picked up the socks anyway and put it to my face and took a big smell. Oh how it hurt my head. My whole world went black and the last thing I felt was hitting hard on the shed floor. The end of the first entry.

I woke up not knowing where I was. Then it all came rushing back to me making my head throb with pain like a Sunday morning hangover. I rolled over on my side. I just blew air out my nose causing snotty mucus to fall to the shed floor. But, what was I seeing? The plywood floor of the shed was rough showing the grains of the wood to be like trenches to me. It was huge. The sand looked like small rocks that might have came down a maintain during a rock slide. But, no that can’t be. I’m lying on the floor of my shed at the house I just rented about a week ago. Was I dreaming? No, because just as I was thinking that my body and mind couldn’t take anymore. Still on my side, I threw up. I don’t’ know if it was because of fear, disbelief or whatever was in my body to cause me to be in this state. It was a rich, gooey, sticky green mess. I had to adjust my eyes it felt like I was in a football stadium but only bigger. But, in reality I was in my shed. All my mind could scream out to subconscious was “WHAT THE FUCK”. I couldn’t have been out for very long because the sun was still shinning bright threw the shed window.

Then it came. Like a subway train, thunder like the roar of wood ripping apart. The shed door flung open sending in the blinding light of the sun only to be eclipsed by her body. Her beautiful giant body. My neighbor. She stepped up onto the plywood flooring of the shed with a thud sending a shockwave through back into my body and mind. Then came the other foot as she stepped into the shed. I could feel the plywood give a little to her weight. My whole body was frozen in fear for a matter of seconds. My heart pounded and I gasped for air while still chocking on the mucus. It happened so slowly. I was still on my side looking towards the door. I tried using my legs to get up but it felt like my whole body was asleep. I couldn't really move no matter how hard I tried. My arms and legs just kind flopped where I tried to get them to go. But, I could see. I could hear. And I could feel. I could feel the pain my body was sending my mind. I would look up at her face for a few seconds at a time and then go back to looking at her feet. I saw the whole plan of motion of her body. Starting with her foot. Her right foot lifted up into the air with ease. Her leg bent with all the right angels that finally exposed the sole of her foot. Then it descended rather fast with a thump as her heel hit the wood. I saw the wrinkles of her heel smoothed out as more of her weight was applied. Then came the rest of the sole coming down like a big angled car press. More of her sole would disappear as her flesh and floor meet and descended together. Finally the rest of the foot fell fast. The top part to include the ball of the foot and then the toes. It was like her whole foot flattened out wider with her weight. She took three more steps with my eyes fixed to her feet. With each step I felt the thuds that sent trimmers through the plywood and my body. My entire mind was thinking about that one movie called Honey We Shrunk Ourselves. The part where the husbands shrink. The wives walk into the room looking for them. The husbands scream something like 'watch out they could step on us'. Also what I just saw came to mind in a split second. The ants that she had so much fun squishing with her feet. She was right on top of me. I was thinking did she see me? Her words hit me with a force of fear. She had just said, 'Oh gross look at that big bug on his floor. I guess I’ll just have to smash it underfoot for my new neighbor'.

It was like an ice pick hit the top of my head as my mind screamed do something quick before you get crushed. I still couldn't move that fast as I struggled to get up. All that was going through my mind was” NO, NO WAIT I'M NOT A BUG' over and over until my mouth was finally able to scream the words NO, NO WAIT I'M NOT A BUG' I yelled so hard that it felt like I was ripping my lungs out. Couldn’t she see me? Or does she wear glasses? Couldn't she hear me? Or did she choose not to? Strait up into the air she lifted her right foot. It was just raised right above my body and stayed there for a few seconds. Then it happened. She stomped her foot down so hard on the plywood right beside that I flew strait up into the air. The force was so great that it would have been about 5 feet in the air on my scale. My body started to turn to left in mid air. I landed hard because I saw stars. I landed first on my left shoulder, left side of my neck and side of my head. My body finished falling over and I landed flat on my back. I just lay there looking up at her face. She was laughing at me. I landed on a piece of sand that was poking me in the back. I rolled off of it and stood up for the first time at my new size. I looked strait up at her. This in fact was weird in it's self because her body the top of her head was like a triangle. Just like a sky scraper. My legs still felt like they were asleep and I fell flat on my ass trying to look her in the eyes. She put her hands on her knees bending over to look at me. This action caused me to fall on my back again.

She started yelling at me. HOW DARE YOU, YOU LITTLE FUCKING BASTARD. HOW DARE YOU DESTORY MY PROPORTY AND THEN CALL ME A BITCH. HA, YOU WANT TO KICK MY HUSBANDS ASS. WELL, TRY TO KICK IT NOW. ALL HE WOULD HAVE TO DO IS STEP ON YOU LIKE A PEICE OF DIRT YOU LITTLE PISS ANT. KNOW THIS; YOU GOT IT RIGHT WHEN YOU CALLED ME BITCH. I'M GOING TO TORTURE YOU UNTIL YOU DIE. Let’s see what can I put you in? Ahhh this might work. She grabbed a big reddish orange flower pot. She sat it down next to me with a big bang. She looked at me and said, 'You look to be about 2 inches tall. Tom fucking Thumb. He was about two inches tall. His parents wouldn’t let him go to school because he was a bad boy. They were afraid that one of his teachers might step on him for that. She pinched me around my chest squeezing the air out of me. Then I was picked up and dropped in the pot. Yes, that hurt me too. It had a big hole in the middle that water drained out of. She picks the flower pot up. She picks it up so fast I’m sure that was what it would feel like to blast off in the space shuttle. I rolled around on the bottom of the pot trying not to fall to my death out of the big hole. However the hole aloud me to notice her toe nail polish for the first time. It was a high gloss pinkish red. It really stuck out as she walked across the bright green grass to her house.

Once inside she put the pot on its side. She said, 'Come out and take a look around your temporary home worm. Very temporary. I can't wait for my husband to get home so he can take a look at you'. Laughing she said, 'I should I take you out to the garage, put your head under my heel and squash it like a pea. But, don't worry my husband is into having me do the dirty work in front of him. The hurting and killing the people we shrink. You see he is the one with a giantess, crush / foot fetish. He enjoys watching me snuff out little men. We video taped most of the endings of little fuckers like you. So far we've done about 20 snuff tapes. He gets off on my feet and watches the videos wishing that it was him getting squished to death. I bet your wondering why we just don't shrink him. Well, because it only works one way. Shrinking, not growing the person back to a normal size. I love him and I wouldn't do anything to hurt him so I act his fantasies out on the victims we come across and shrink. Besides all the giantess / foot, crush fetish people out there wouldn’t really want to be squashed to their death underfoot. Oh, they talk like they do. They jack off to the thought of having a woman like me smash them. But, when it comes right down to it they would never really want to be in your place right now. Especially when we start the foot torture on you tiny ass. She started laughing an evil, cheerleader kind of a girle laugh that sent fear into me making my arm hair goose bump up. I started to open my mouth to try to talk to her. She pointed her finger at me and said, “It would be wise not to interrupt me or you might meet my heel sooner then you think. Our houses are built just on the West side of an old native Indian burial ground. My back yard is part of it. I was working in my garden one summer night and saw a blue glow coming from an old tree stump. I took my shovel and chipped out the rotten part of the stump. I found the glow to come from an old witch doctor book. I took it in my house and read most of it that night. I came across a spell that read Watch your Enemies Disappear before your Eyes. I mixed up the spell / chemical. It said to let it dry to a powder form. I can have a person sniff it or put it in a drink or food. Before I went out to cut my grass I covered my socks with the shrinking powder. My husband and I caught the fact that you were looking at my feet that day you yelled at us. We knew my socks would be good bait for a foot fetish freak like yourself. Like I said my husband’s one too. My head hurt so bad with all this information she was giving me. And the fact that this beautiful woman was going to kill me just so her and her husband could get off. She kept on going with detail after detail. Our first victim was when we took a trip to Virginia Beach. We got this really shity, smart ass waiter at one of the restaurants on the water. I walk close to the back for employees only. I watched to see which employee drink was his. He took a drink and went off in another direction. I went over and put some powder in his drink. I remembered being so nervous on our first one. He came back my way and took drink. Bam he fell to the floor as fast as he shrunk. He was small. I hurried up and went over to him. I picked him up. I pinched in between my finger and thumb. He started to kick and hit my hand. But, the powder makes you weak at first. Well, you know all about that. The worst part was the screaming and crying coming out of him. I thought for sure someone would hear him. So I squeazed him a little and said, 'If you don't shut up I'll squish your head between my finger and thumb right now. He shut up so fast it was almost like he never screamed at all. Oh what power I felt over that little man. I was a goddess to him. I must say that I got a little wet just standing there holding his life in my hand. I dropped him in my purse. But, I wouldn't that mistake again. By the time I got him back to our hotel room he was almost beat to death by the stuff I had in there. Like lip stick, extra keys and make up stuff. My husband and I were so off the wall excited about our new toy we couldn’t wait to begin. My husband said, “I have been thinking about this all night. Lisa I want you to play a game with that little man”. We were both wearing beach flip flops. I wonder what went through his mind as he laid on the floor watching two giants walk around the room looking for game supplies. The noise from the flip flops alone must have been scary. My husband went to his brief case and got a roll of masking tape and a t-shirt. He handed me the tape and said, “Here tape him to the tile floor in the bathroom. We had rented a big room for this special night so the bathroom was big and long. The after effects of his shrinking wore off he was able to move about and squirm. Squirm he did. I taped him right in the middle of the tile floor. It only took one strip to hold his little ass down. I taped him right across his little belly. His arms and legs went wild with fear and the thought he might be able to break the tape and run. I thought to myself yea right run where you little shit. There’s no way you could run from a giant woman”. She laughed and went on with the events of that night. She said, “Joe took the t-shirt and tied it around my eyes like a blindfold. Then Joe grabbed the camcorder. He got to the doorway and laid down on his stomach. He began filming the little man kicking and begging for help. I started to walk towards the faint little screams. My foot kicked Joe’s leg. I stepped on his ass and the next foot I placed on his back. I walk on him to get into the bathroom. Once I started to step down into the bathroom Joe must have move his hand so that I stepped on it when I got off his back. I put all my weight on that one foot. I arched up on to the ball of my foot and began to smash his hand into the tile floor by twisting back and forth. After a minute or so of that I stepped off his now red hand. I was in the bathroom and that little whining piss ant was taped to in middle of the room. Joe said, “Wow Lisa this is getting me so horny”. Joe instructed me that the rules of the game were simple. Walk back and forth very slowly with well placed adjusted steps. So the heel comes down first. Then the rest of the foot slowly falls forward finishing the step. I did just that. Taking one slow step after another step. Joe said, “I call this game giant roulette. It’s like Russian roulette. Your foot is the bullet. But in this game you keep on going until you take that fatal step. You have a looser with every game”. I walked aimlessly across the cold tile floor. Not able to see that little speck of trash. When I got well pass the waiter Joe would tell me to stop, turn around and try again. This went on for about 5 to 6 times. The little man got smart and quit screaming so I wouldn’t walk toward him. Then it happened with the back of my left heel as I was walking towards Joe. It was like I stepped a piece of breakfast cereal. CRUNCH! Than it went squishy as it flattened out. Joe screamed holly shit Lisa! I had to take off the blindfold to see the mess I made. But what I saw next was a shock. I was expecting to have squashed him flatter then flat. What I squished was his left leg and some of the lower part of his body. I bent over to get a closer look at the man that I would have guessed to be about two inches tall. The man was yelling, screaming and spiting out blood and some of his little teeth that he was grinding out of his gums because of the pain. With a few teeth and all that blood coming out his mouth I was only able to make out few words. He spit out, “Help me. Help me, please just end me I’m hurt so bad”. I started to laugh my wicked laugh. I told Joe to hurry up and grab me the tape before he goes into shock. He tossed it to me. I didn’t want the little fucker to bleed out on me. I have more fun in store for him. I took three pieces of tape and taped over smashed hole in his lower abdomen. The man spit out the words thank you. He thought I was doing that to help him. Oh how wrong he was. Since this was my first one I have watched the tape many times and I can tell you in great detail. I took my right foot and place my heel right blow his one leg. I wiggle and flex my toes causing my sole to wrinkle. I wiggled for a least a full minute or two. Earlier that day I walked around wearing my flip flops. That caused my feet to turn black on the bottoms. All you could see on the video was my huge, wide, wrinkle dirty foot flexing in a manner to put fear in that bug of a man. He was so helpless. Taped down and forced to see he’s death coming for him in the form of my foot. I started to lower my foot on him. It came down and my foot wrinkles just covered his body like a big think heavy sleeping bag. I took my big and second toe and started to squeeze his head. The way I positioned my foot on his body cause him to spend sometime with my wrinkled smelly sole and not to be squashed flat. He reached up grabbed my toe ring. He tried to pull himself out from under my foot but the tape wouldn’t let go. Joe yelled over his muffled cries and asked what does her foot smell like? If you turn the tape volume up you can hear him say “like rubber and feet sweat. Please don’t let her squish me. Help me please”. I lifted my foot back up and down just toying with him. You can see on the video if you look under the shadow of my foot. He was able to get a little hard on just on the one side of the masking tape. He enjoyed squirming under me. The masking tape was able to hold enough blood in him to get it up I guess. My heel just missed squashing off his penis. Then I begin to rock my foot back and forth. I switch feet. I move my left foot so that his head is sticking out on the side of my foot. The ball of my foot was on his chest. Joe said, “Wow I’m so hard”. Joe was getting himself off by jacking it. I said, “Uuumm you like this baby”? So I started putting more weight down and rocking back and forth. He pulled his arms up and started beating the side of my foot. I put down more weight with the ball of my foot on his chest and the far side of my foot was squishing his other leg. He started to suck air and tried to scream. The more I stepped down the more things started happening. He began to beg but no words came out. He began to cry with no sound. Back and forth with more weight. Then he threw up what he must have eaten at the restraint. It hit the side of my foot. It ran down the side of my foot under to the ball part and down on to his chest. I tilted my head and looked down at him. I said, “I’m going to squash you like a roach”. I stepped on him with even more weight. This time blood came spurting out of his mouth. His head was turning a bluish purple from the lack of air. There was no way he could even scream or spit out a word because of the pressure. Then the final push of the foot, the final step. He made a few crackly crunchy sounds and squished flat. The rest of his blood sprayed out his neck, mouth and eyes a long with his insides. My weight was so intense that it squashed off his head. It rolled not more than a ½ from my big toe. I lifted my foot, brought it down until I felt it with my heel. I don’t know if he was already gone or if he somehow was able to realize the last thing that would happen to him as a bug. Could his eyes still see that I was rolling his head around under my heel? I step on it. It crunched down. Like I said before it felt like a piece of Captain Church Cereal that rolled off the table and found its way under my foot.

Joe and I have never made love like before in all those years we’ve been married. I had multiple orgasms that night. You see now I can’t stop doing this to people who I feel have wronged me in the slightest way. I love teaching little smart ass bastards like you a lesson that will end their life. I find that we can't stop. It gets Joe so hot to see me fulfill his giantess fantasies. And in turn he brings me to orgasium every time we make love. Plus I love the power I have to end someone under my foot like an insect. In a way we are like a serial killer team. Man and wife. You are the closest one to our house that we shrank so far. They will never find you. When we are done with you I will wipe you up with toilet paper and flush you down. If the police department would find out that you where that size I would just get a good lawyer. I would simply say that I thought you were a bug. Lot’s of women step on bugs.

You’re in so much trouble. Can you feel it little man. She walked over and almost caused me to go deaf by yelling at the top of her lungs. DO YOU HERE ME? YOU LITTLE MOTHER FUCKING PISS ANT! She slammed her fist on the counter top and sent me to my back once more. My eyes started to well up. My heart was beating so fast. I couldn’t breath right. The fear hit me like I was a little boy. What kind of woman is she? How could a woman be this cold hearted? My x-girlfriend was. Especially the way she broke up with me. Was she insane? People do kill each other. It’s in the news everyday. Women try to have their husbands knock off by a hit man, lover or they themselves just use a gun. So they can go on with their lives and live off the insurance money. Most of those women if you asked them to choose would pick to squash their husband under a shoe in real life. It wouldn’t coast them anything. No guns would be involved. And not much mess. People even kill themselves. Women would love to have that power over people. You can see it in their eyes. I could see it in her eyes. Was I losing my mind? I was going crazy? My mind was breaking down. This woman’s face was the size of an old drive-in move screen. Yes, it is a beautiful face but still she was yelling at me. Telling me she would kill me soon. I could see every detail of her cold piecing evil eyes. I couldn’t help it. I was scared. I just dropped to my knees and pissed. Right in front of her on her counter top. I was pissing. It was all at once I heard her say “OH SHIT” and out of the corner of my view I saw this truck sized hand flying toward me. I saw star like lights. My nose burnt with a sick feeling of pain and blood. My eyes watered so bad that I couldn’t see but I knew I was air born. I hit something hard. My mind thought oh my god she just knock the life out of me. Then and total blackness

woke up looking at a big cow. A big black and white glass cookie jar. On my scale it must have been 20 feet tall. I thought to myself, so this is what I hit. If I wasn't hurt so bad or shrunk to only a few inches I probbely would have laughed at the funny looking cow jar. That’s when the thought hit me. Where was she? I'm all by myself. My body hurt all over. I struggled to stand. Once up I took a few steps when a flash of intense pain shot up my right leg. I was now limping across the counter top. Just then I heard the thuds of her footfall as she walked across the hard wood floor. She came around the corner. I looked and she had on brown leather clogs that just showed her bare heels. I thought holly shit what weapons of destruction they made. She walked right up to me, bent over and with a kind voice she said, “How are you feeling? When I slapped you into that cookie jar I thought I killed you. Lucky for me you didn't die. Joe would have been so pissed. Since you were so rude to us he wants to see me make you suffer for a long time. You don't look so good. Are you hungry? I nodded my head to communicate yes. She said, 'Okay then sit back down and let me see what I have that you might like. This is going to be tricky. You’re the first one that I have ever feed. I made all the others go without any kind of food. I have to nurse you back to your full strength. We need you to be strong for us. So we can make at least a 30 minute movie when we are ready to film you. I sat back down and watched this woman try to find something for me to eat. Lisa was a very beautiful woman. I watched her move around the kitchen. She must workout a great deal because her body was tight in all the places that drive men wild. I felt my private part start to throb. She pulled out a big blender from an upper shelf. Then she pulled out of the refrigerator a head of lettuce, tomato and some ranch dressing. She took a chunk of lettuce and chopped it up very fine in the blender. Then the same with the tomato. I admit the blender did kind of make me a bit uneasy. To me it looked like some kind of huge construction equipment. She used a teaspoon to place the mix on a plate. She put the big dinner plate in front of me. She said, 'Climb on and help yourself. I stepped up onto the plate and walked to the side with the food on it. She grabbed the dressing bottle and squeezed out a drop. To me that drop was the size of a big turkey and the lettuce and tomato piles were the size hay bails. I took a hand full of each and half a hand full of dressing. I mixed the three together and sat down. She watched me while I ate. To her the food must have looked like a speck. To me it was very filling. When I was almost finished she stepped out of the room. When she returned in her hand was a white and green shoe box. She said, 'While you were knocked out I made you a temporary house'. I limped off the plate to get a better look. She held out her massive hand like she was grabbing a can of soda. It was all too freaky for my mind to comprehend. I hobbled to the hand. Her hand looked so soft and smelled of peaches. More than likely from a peach lotion. Her hand was flexed somewhat causing the palm to wrinkle. In the big wrinkles of her flesh were small wrinkles that made up the grooves of her hand and finger prints. I stepped up onto her pinky and tried to grab her ring finger. Once she felt me step down on her pinky finger she grabbed me. I was inside her grasp and all the kindness quickly went away. She grabbed me a bit too hard for my liking. The air went out of me with a grunt. That’s one of the first times that I realized I was naked. Even with all the groves of her hand it was still very soft. When I got forced into the palm with her fingers my penis rubbed the flesh of her hand. I didn't want to be but it didn't take long for me to start to get hard. I was in the hand of a big sexy knockout of a woman. For a split second I thought wow what a hand job this would be. Her whole hand engulfed me. If I had to I could live in that hand because to me it was the size of a jail cell. Then she lowered me in the shoe box and dropped me on one side of it. It took me some time to stand up and walk towards the other side. On the other side was a stack of tissues folded in half and taped. On top of that was few cotton balls that I guessed was suppose to act as pillows. In the middle was what looked to be one of her old footie type of socks. It was well worn. It didn't look like it had been washed in a while. I could see part of the bottom of the sock. It had a blackened print of her foot worn into it. It also had things squashed to it. I had no idea of what the slightly raised black spots were. Food or maybe even bug’s that were unlucky by find their way underfoot. I was thinking how nice it was of her to make me a box house. After all this is the same woman who want's to end me. Basically she just beat the fuck out of me. It felt like she even caused some internal damage. My body was in so much pain. Why was she being so nice to me? It was like she read my mind because she said, 'My husband called from work and told me that he has to fly to Dayton Ohio. His sister company has networking problems that need to be addressed and worked out. He might be out of town for a week or so. This will give me time to nurse you back to your full potential. It will also give me a chance to get to know you a little better. You are a cute little man. Giggling she grabbed the lid and closed my world. Light come threw four holes that she cut in lid to look like a window. She fumbled with the box to get under it to pick it up. In doing so I fell to the floor of the shoe box. As she walked I began to side around on the bottom of the box. Being able to see out the window she made in the lid I was able to tell that she took me upstairs and into a room. Her big beautiful eye peered down at me through the holes. She said, 'You’re on my make-up stand in my room. Go ahead and get some rest. I heard her walk away from the box, the light went out and the door shut. She must have had a night light on because some light was coming in trough the window which enabled me to see. The cotton balls and sock fell off the tissues during the ride up. I got up and hobbled over and placed them back on my make shift bed. It took me a while to get the sock back up onto the bed because of its size. I was worn out and could use some rest for my body and mind. I had just been trough a lot and I knew it had only begun. I crawled up onto the white bed. The sock was hard to maneuver around the tissue bed because of its size. It reminded me of a large size SUV car cover for something like a Chevy Suburban but only wider and longer. The sock was to me a nice touch and a part of me was glad she did it. I knew what I was going to do next. What any guy with a major foot fetish would do. Sniff and sniff and inhale myself to sleep. I worked my way in the large opening of the sock. Right away I could smell the odor her foot left behind in the sock. It was a mix of foot sweat and a small sent of a female soap; the inside of the sock was kind of shaggy and lumpy all except where her foot print was. It had been crushed down and crusty where she stepped and her foot sweat had been absorbed and dried. I reached back out and grabbed a cotton ball and wriggled my way down to the toe area of the sock. By kicking, pushing and standing up I was able to find where the big and second toe were. I lied down on my stomach and tried to find the best spot that held the sent of her foot. I was still naked and the sock felt good as I rub and grinded myself into the sock. That and with the smell of her foot I got hard. Before I could finish getting off I fell asleep. I don't know how long I was a sleep. I was woke up by the sound of the two of them arguing. He said, “Is he in that box”? She said, “Ye, I made it for him today”. I heard her say to him 'Go look for yourself. He said, 'No thanks. Knowing you he's still naked. You know I don't want anything to do with them. All I want to do is have you act out my fantasy while get it on film. I don't want to hold them or talk to them. I don't even want to look at them unless you are doing something with them that's fantasy related'. She said,” That will give me time to get his strength back up'. He went on, make sure you don't do anything to mess him up or kill him before I get back and get it on video. I want to see his little ass suffer after the way he treated us. Com on help me finish packing my shit. I also need you to drive me to the airport. I heard them walk down the stairs, slammed what I assumed was the front door, start the car and leave the driveway. I ached and I was so tiered form all that has happened. I snuggled into her sweaty sock and went to sleep. A deep sleep so I could heel and get strong again. I wake up to this huge sexy eye looking down at me. She tapped the box again which shook me back and forth. She sounded like she was in a good mood. She said, “Com on get up sleepy you can spend some time with me tonight”. She grabbed the box, told me to hang on and walked down the steps. When she stepped off the hard wood floor I could heard the thunder of her clogs. We ended up in her living room. She took off the top of the box and slowly tipped it over on its side. I rolled with the box so it wasn't that bad of a ride. I stepped onto the carpet. It was like walking in a swamp. Some steps I would stay on top of the carpet and some steps I would sink down in up past my knee. I tried to run because I felt a little better and free from being out of the box. When I ran all of my steps sunk down in like I was running through snow up past my knees. The room was done really nice with a home type of a feel to it. A fire was burning hot from the gas log fire place. The whole room was warm which I was happy about. I was still without clothes.