The Perfect Roommate




Chapter 1

Mark had begun his search for a new apartment 2 months ago. He wasn't having much luck, though. Either the places were too small or the rent was too high. One day, in a casual conversation, a friend of his, Patsy, mentioned that she knew a friend, Julie, who was looking for a roommate and maybe he should check it out. Now, Mark had no intentions of having a roommate, much less a female roommate, but he was getting desperate so he agreed to at least take a look at the place.

From the outside the place didn't look too bad. Obviously, a very old house but kept up nicely. He could hear footsteps shortly after ringing the doorbell. Patsy's friends were usually overweight and kind of dumpy so Mark wasn't expecting anything much in the way of looks. As the door slowly opened, however, the smiling face of a surprisingly cute woman greeted Mark. She wasn't a 'knockout' but had nice features. Blonde, 5'10,' slender and dressed like she'd just come from working out at a gym or something. She wasn't muscular but was definitely in shape.

'Hi, Mark?,' she said, breaking his trance.

'Umm, yeah, hi, you must be Julie.,' he finally said.

'Nice to meet you. Come on in and I'll show you around the place,' she replied as she led him inside.

During the course of the meeting, Mark found out a few things about Julie. She was just coming out of a long, bad relationship with someone named Don. That is why she was looking for a roommate in the first place. She said she needed a break from 'living with a rat for a boyfriend'. Julie was the type of woman who took all the blame for the bad things in a relationship. And up until now, no matter how badly Don treated her, she had always gone back.

Obviously, she was still hurting from the breakup. She owned an art gallery downtown and had flexible working hours. Occasionally she had to entertain art clients at the house, but this would usually be during regular working hours. And the one thing she definitely wanted to do was 'take charge of her own life' again.

The more Mark thought about it over the next few days, the more he started to think that this might not be a bad situation after all. A totally platonic environment with an attractive woman sounded much better than living with some messy guy. So Mark decided to give it a try and called Julie back and told her about his decision.

'Great,' she said, 'I really have a good feeling about this. You seem like such a nice guy. I think you'll make a wonderful roommate.'

Feeling like he had to reply, Mark said, 'Me too, I think this is going to work out good for both of us.'

One thing Mark noticed right away about Julie was that she had some very unique friends. One was named Kelly, and she worked at a cosmetic research laboratory. She was always bringing Julie the latest in cosmetic technology. She was just one of those people who thought that every new makeup idea was revolutionary and everyone had to try it. And she didn't take 'No' for an answer. He and Kelly didn't get along that well. The latest development was a product that was supposed to reduce cellulite. Now, Julie didn't have much fat on her but was always complaining about her thighs so when Kelly brought the liquid 'miracle' over, she just put it in the refrigerator thinking that maybe she would try it later. Apparently this stuff could spoil and to remind herself of that, Kelly used an empty milk carton as a container for the stuff. Supposedly, the stuff looked like milk and it would last as long as milk would without spoiling.

The next morning, when Mark woke up, he decided to make himself a cup of coffee. He wasn't home when Kelly brought the carton of 'stuff' over and when he looked in the refrigerator to find some milk for his coffee, he was relieved to find a carton of good wholesome milk.

'Nothing like milk in coffee,' he thought as he poured a generous amount into his coffee. Boy, was he ever right this time.



Chapter 2

That evening, while Mark and Julie were watching the evening news. Mark noticed how Julie always removed her shoes and placed her feet on the sofa. She always did this during the news. During the commercials, Mark looked at Julie's feet and noticed that they were relatively normal feet for a woman. No scars or marks, but soft and delicate. And she always kept her toenails painted. Just as he was staring, Mark began to feel a little achy. And as Julie turned to ask him what was the matter, Mark stood up and bent over holding his stomach.

'Julie, I think I'm going to be sick,' was the last thing Mark remembered saying before the room started spinning and he fell to his knees. He began to crawl around and for some strange reason he felt like his clothes were slipping off as he moved. He had visions of Julie's face with a horrified look on it but couldn't distinguish between hallucination and fantasy. Finally, he passed out for what was probably a couple of minutes.

Julie was completely in a state of shock over what she just witnessed. One minute she was sitting next to him talking about the news and the next she was watching him shrink and crawl out of his clothes in front of her. He had passed out about a yard from her foot and appeared to be about 8" tall. Her first thought was that he might be dead. But just as she was about to get up, she noticed some slight movement.

The first thing Mark noticed was that he was completely naked. 'Oh great! Now what have I done,' he thought. 'Julie must think I'm some kind of idiot.' As he stood up to regain his composure and look for his clothes, he noticed what appeared to be one of Julie's red high heels. But it was so big. Just as he thought he must be imagining things, he heard a sound and turned only to be staring directly at Julie's foot. Only now her foot was huge. There was nothing 'soft and delicate' about it now, it was immense. This couldn't be possible. As he followed the leg upward he noticed a gigantic billboard Face with a confused look staring down at him. Somehow, he had to get control of himself. Could it really be Julie, had she grown or had he shrunk down to the size of her Foot? Since everything else seemed huge, it must be him that shrunk.

Julie broke the silence, 'Mark, are you OK, what happened?'

'I don't know.' he said, 'What's going on?'

Julie leaned a little closer, 'Don't be afraid.'

'Don't be afraid' he thought. There he was standing nude in front of a gigantic woman. How could he not be afraid. Without realizing it, Julie moved her foot closer to Mark when she tried to get a closer look and he backed away immediately.

'Oh, I'm sorry,' she said, 'its just a little hard to hear you.'

'It's ok, you just look so big,' he answered, trying not to show the terror he felt inside.

'Well, it looks like I am pretty big compared to you,' she replied, trying to ease the tension. 'Sorry,' she said, realizing that Mark didn't think the joke was funny. 'It's just so unbelievable, looking at you so small. I'm seeing it but I don't believe my eyes.'

Without thinking, Mark blurted out, 'How do you think I feel, I'm the one who shrunk!' Realizing the tone of his voice, he stopped himself saying calmly, 'I'm sorry Julie, I know it's not your fault, but what am I going to do now? I can't stay like this.'

They both just stared at each other for a minute. Neither one could believe what they were seeing.



Chapter 3

It suddenly occurred to Mark that he was totally naked and Julie had never seen him nude before. He immediately looked for something to cover himself with and decided to stand behind Julie's high-heeled shoe for lack of anything better.

As serious of a situation as it was, Julie could hardly hold back a giggle as she watched a full-grown man try to hide his manhood behind her shoe.

Mark could see that Julie was holding back a laugh that only made him feel more embarrassed. As best as he could tell, judging from her 3" heels, he figured his height to be about 7" or 8".

Julie broke the uncomfortable silence by saying, 'Mark, don't be embarrassed. I've seen men naked before. Granted, none standing behind my shoe trying to hide.' This time, the tension was relieved somewhat.

Mark looked up at Julie and simply said, 'Julie, what the hell happened to me? And how am I going to get back to normal?'

Julie just looked pitifully down at Mark and said gently, 'I know it must be terrifying to you right now but there must be some explanation for this.'

As Julie spoke, her Toes flexed a little without her realizing it, only accentuating the situation. She probably didn't know it then, but any movement right now, only reinforced the fact that Julie was a colossal giantess and Mark was a tiny man. As he looked around the room the reality of the situation was setting in. Julie could tell by looking at him that he was frightened and worried, but couldn't think of anything to say.

Finally, she said, 'Mark, is there anything I can do for you right now.'

He replied, 'I think I just need to rest.' At that point, they were both thinking about how he would be able to climb into bed. 'But how am I going to get into bed?'

Julie was afraid to touch him for fear that she might hurt him so she suggested, 'If you like, you can just climb into my shoe there, and I can carry you to your room.'

As absurd as it sounded, it was the most logical thing he could think of at the time.

'OK,' he answered and climbed carefully into her shoe, laying back like it was a recliner.

When Julie saw this she took the cue and moved closer to him. As she approached, Mark stiffened a little at the sight of a Giantess approaching him and her giant Hand extending toward him. As the Hand grabbed the shoe, Mark shut his eyes, afraid of what would happen.

Julie could see the tension, and tried to reassure him, 'Don't worry, Mark, I'm not going to hurt you.'

The phrase, 'I'm not going to hurt you' rang out in his head as he could feel himself picked up and carried through the house. It sounded like some kind of ransom note from a movie, 'Just relax, nobody will get hurt'.

After what seemed like a magic carpet ride, he felt himself being lowered and finally coming to rest. He opened his eyes, and recognized his footballfield-sized bed.

'I'll check on you in the morning,' Julie said.

He replied, 'Thanks' and within minutes after Julie shut the door he fell asleep from exhaustion.



Chapter 4

As Julie lay back in her own bed she thought about how she should act around Mark at his new size. She would have to be extra careful around him not to scare him and she would have to take care of him for at least a few days. Whatever has happened to him is bound to wear off, she thought. People just don't shrink. She figured that she could watch over him the next few days and see what happens. It couldn't be that bad. Besides, she could afford take a little time off from the art gallery.

Just before he fell asleep, as Mark tried to remain calm, resting on his colossal bed, he wondered what Julie must be thinking. He wondered if she would try to help him or abandon him now. He was totally dependent on her, at least for now. He tried to maintain some feelings of independence but was totally humiliated at the thought of having someone take care of him.

He awoke to the loudest telephone ring that he had ever heard. After a few minutes, he was determined to get out of bed by himself and was quite proud of himself as he slid down the sheets to the ground. As he was admiring his great accomplishment, he heard a knock at the bedroom door.

'Mark?,' Julie said softly.

Wanting to show off his achievement, he yelled, 'Come in!'

As the door opened two huge Feet stepped into the room. 'Hey, I was just coming to see if you needed any help to get out of bed...but I guess I'm too late,' Julie said in a congratulatory manner. 'Here, I brought you this in case you were cold,' Julie said as she showed him a handkerchief and let it drop to the ground.

'Thanks,' he said and fashioned a toga around himself.

'Need a lift to the den?' she asked.

As he looked over to her shoe that was still there from the last night, he replied, 'Sure, I guess, no sense walking when I have my own magic carpet.'

Julie giggled, 'Oh just get in and enjoy the ride. I don't plan on being your personal taxi all the time, you know?'

He got inside and braced himself on the rims of the shoe as Julie bent down and grabbed the toe and heel of her shoe and raised it up to her face. A slight musky scent from her shoe reached her nose, and she apologized, 'Oh, Mark, I'm sorry, I didn't realize my shoe smelled. You should have said something.'

'Don't worry, it doesn't bother me.,' he replied.

'I could never be so polite, if I were in your position,' she admitted while she carried him into the den.

As Julie set the shoe down on the coffee table, he said, 'Well, Julie, I just don't want to be any trouble, you're the only one who can help me right now. You will help me, won't you?'

Julie knelt down in front of him and got within a foot of his little body, pointing her giant Finger at him, 'Now look, I don't want to hear any of that kind of talk, you hear? Whatever happened to you has got to wear off in a few days. People don't just shrink without a reason. OK?'

Looking up at the beautiful billboard sized Face and perfectly manicured fingernail in his face, he said, 'And what if it doesn't?'

'Let's just take it one day at a time.' she said.



Chapter 5

During the next few days, Julie waited on her little roommate hand and foot. Whenever he asked for something, she got it for him. She served him meals and carried him in her shoe wherever he needed to go. She felt sorry for him.

Mark appreciated all of the attention from Julie but couldn't help taking her kindness a little for granted. 'After all,' he thought, 'I'm the victim here and besides, she seems to be enjoying it.' Once he even made her fill the sink four times before he liked the temperature enough to get in and take a bath.

Julie continued to put up with all of his demands because she felt sympathy, but what she didn't realize about herself was that even though she felt sorry for him, she was getting a little tired of being his maid. She was supposed to be taking charge of her own life, not someone else's. This was supposed to be wearing off by now.

Just as she was thinking about this, she heard a tiny voice, 'Julie, move your foot, its blocking the TV.'

Without thinking, she snapped back, 'Why don't you move over?!?'

Mark froze, looking up at her stern expression, which immediately softened.

'Oh, I'm sorry, Mark, it's just that this whole thing has been a little harder than I expected.'

Mark had never heard Julie use that tone of voice with him before and it sent a chill down his spine. He answered nervously, 'It's OK, I understand.' He noticed that she still hadn't moved her foot so he got up and moved over.

She continued, 'Maybe it would be better if you were under professional care until this thing wears off. I mean, I worry about you all day. I'm afraid to move because I might step on you. And I have to go back to work soon.'

'No, please Julie, don't do that to me.' he shouted, 'Like you said, it's sure to wear off soon, I'll be alright here while you're at work, don't worry...'

Just then, the phone rang, interrupting them. Julie answered the phone looking down at him the whole time. 'Hello?,' she asked.

Feeling uncomfortable, Mark climbed down the sofa to the floor. Normally, he would ask Julie to help him but he was getting a little scared now.

'Oh hi Kelly. Yeah, I still have it. Why do you want me to throw it away, I thought it was some kind of 'miracle'.' Her face went pale as she moved the receiver away from her mouth.

Mark could hear Kelly yelling 'Julie?' through the receiver. He didn't know what he disliked more, Kelly's loud mouth or forceful personality.

Finally Julie answered Kelly, 'Yeah, I'm still here. Get over here! Right now!' Julie demanded as she hung up the phone.

'Why did you tell her to come over here!?' he demanded, 'I don't want....'

'Mark!' She interrupted, 'she may be the only person that can help you.'

'What do you mean? She doesn't even like me.' He was confused.

Kelly only lived a few blocks away, and before Julie got a chance to answer him, Kelly was knocking at the door. Her Feet hit the floor in front of him as he ran to hide behind a chair.

'Julie, what's the deal? Are you alright?,' Kelly asked.

'Just look!,' she replied.

'At what? Are you sure you're OK?'

Julie turned around and saw that Mark had hidden. 'Mark, come out from behind the chair. She's not going to hurt you.,' Julie reassured him.

Kelly's eyes lit up as she watched Mark come into view wearing his handkerchief toga. There he was, standing in front of two giant women, one of whom who would just as soon squash him where he stands. But if she could help him, he had to take the chance.

'Holy shit! Julie,' Kelly said as she raised her hand to her mouth, 'You must have drank the whole carton.'

Mark snapped back, 'Well at least I wasn't stupid enough to put it in a milk carton in the first place!'

Kelly put her hands on her hips and raised an eyebrow looking down at him, 'Well at least I'm not the one who's small enough to fit inside a milk carton.'

Embarrassed, Mark looked down from her Face. In front of him were two sets of Feet, each as large as himself. This only reinforced her words. He never felt so humiliated in his life than at that moment. His anger was growing toward Kelly, as well.

'Alright, stop it you two. Kelly, you said this has happened before to lab animal. How did you make them normal again?'

'Well, I was about to tell you, before you hung up on me, that the effects at this point in the product's development, are irreversible.'

'WHAT!' he screamed and began charging Kelly's open-toed sandal out of sheer anger, He began pounding on her foot with all his strength yelling, 'You bitch! You did this to me! You'd better find some way to make me normal again, or else!'

Kelly shook her Foot, sending Mark sprawling across the floor yelling, 'Or else, what? You going to beat my feet to a pulp?'

'Kelly!,' Julie intervened, 'Can't you see he's scared out of his mind?'

'I can see that,' she replied, 'and he'd better stay away from my feet if he doesn't want to end up under them. I don't feel sorry for him. You know all men are the same. You just broke up with one, remember? Mark's no different.'

Mark just lay on the ground face down, covering his ears.

'Go back to my bedroom, Kelly, you're only frightening him more.' Julie told her, thinking that at least she would leave Mark alone.

'Oh, alright,' Kelly agreed and walked right past Mark, pausing a few seconds as her foot came down inches from his head.

Mark could smell Kelly's Feet when she stopped, realizing how close she had come and lay completely still.

'Go on Kelly,' Julie said firmly as she got up and walked over to him. She knelt down beside Mark and said softly, 'I'm going to talk to her in my room. Unfortunately, she's your only hope right now, and I'm going to make sure that she doesn't 'blow' this off.'

Without lifting his head, he replied, 'Thanks Julie, I'll be alright in a minute.'

With that, she went into her room, wondering what she could possibly say to someone like Kelly to make her understand. She had known Kelly for years and knew that she could be very stubborn at times. She had to try at least.

Julie entered her bedroom closing the door behind her. Kelly was sitting on the edge of the bed. Ever since they had met, she could read Julie like a book. It was one of the reasons she liked being friends with her. It gave her a sense of confidence and power over Julie. It was about time that she taught Julie something about power and control. After all, Kelly was the one who convinced Julie to break up with Don. Now that she was out of the relationship, Kelly had to convince her to stay out by showing her how to be a strong, independent woman. And little Mark would make an ideal teaching aid.

'You should be ashamed of yourself, Kelly, scaring him like that,' Julie said, trying to set the tone of the conversation.

'Oh, he'll be alright,' Kelly replied, 'He's a big boy.' She giggled a little. 'Well, I guess he's not that big right now.'

'This isn't funny, Kelly. How would you like to be 8" tall in a world of giants?'

'Ooo, I wouldn't last long, dear, especially around bitches like me.' Kelly giggled again at her own words.

'Kelly, this is serious. Please, you have to try to get an antidote for this. Surely, the lab must have something?'

'That's just it, Julie. That's what I've been trying to tell you. There is no antidote. Dr. Slone is working on one to test on the lab animals, but face it, Mark is going to be that way for a long time.'

Both women paused for a moment. Julie hung her head slightly, thinking that if Mark stayed with her, she could take care of him. She'd have to find a way to accept her role as his caretaker. After all, she felt partly to blame for his predicament.

Kelly could tell exactly what Julie was thinking. She had a similar conversation about Don not long ago. Obviously, Don was not 8" tall, but the end result was the same. This time Kelly wasn't going to let her fall back into her pattern.

'Can I ask you something, Julie?'

'Sure, Kelly,' Julie answered knowing from the tone of the question that she was in for a lecture.

'Why do you feel like you have to be totally responsible for any man in your life?' She paused, 'I'll bet you're blaming yourself right now for Mark. Am I right?'

'Well, it was my lotion that he drank.'

'Listen to yourself, will you? What happened out there was an accident. And you want to make it your fault. You did the same thing with Don.'

Kelly's last words stung Julie. She did not want to get into a situation like she was with Don. 'What can I do, though, Kelly. He's so helpless.'

'Well, for starter, you can stop thinking of him as a victim. He is a little man who happens to be living in your house.'

'He is paying half the rent you know?,' Julie added.

'Umm, I don't think he is going to be contributing financially for a while. Which is all the more reason that you have to take charge of this situation and set up some strict rules. He can help out around here...'

'Oh, Kelly,' Julie interrupted, 'what could he do?'

'I'm serious, Julie, you'll just have to be a little creative. The question shouldn't be will he contribute, but how will he contribute. Think about it Julie. You're going to be a pretty important woman in his life and you deserve some respect. Remember, you're the one in control here and he has to know that.' Kelly's words were sinking in. 'take charge,' 'deserve,' 'respect,' 'in control'. All the things she was trying to get back into her life. Kelly could tell she was getting through to Julie. 'You didn't ask to be put in this situation, did you?'

'No. But neither did he.'

'Right! So there's no reason why you should feel like you have to center your lifestyle around him. If anything, he should be catering to you! He should be willing to do anything he can for you even though it will never equal what you will be doing for him.'

'I guess you're right Kelly. I need to be in control of my own life now and Mark will have to adapt to that. But I know he's going to resist.'

'That's why you have to have strict rules and penalties for disobedience. He has to know that when you say something, you mean it. In case you didn't notice, he wasn't much resistance to my foot out there.' Both women giggled.

'Thanks Kelly, what would I do without a friend like you?'

With that, both women hugged and walked back out into the den where Mark had recomposed himself and was sitting on the floor in front of the couch.

While Julie opened the front door, Kelly bent over to pick up her purse which was on the sofa above Mark, and whispered just loud enough so he could hear, 'If you ever try anything like that with me again, I'll break you in half.' She stood up, glanced down at Mark and winked, 'Bye now.'

'Well, what did she say?' asked Mark, anxiously.

'Mark, I'm sorry, they're working on one but there's just nothing she can do right now.'

'Well you seem pretty calm about the whole situation!' he snapped, 'I'm the one who is 8" tall, remember?'

'Mark!,' she said sternly, 'I don't want to argue about this right now. I'm tired, and I just want to go to bed. You should get some rest too. We have a lot to discuss tomorrow.'



Chapter 6

Julie woke up early the next day, and while Mark slept, she decided it would be safe to run a few errands. She left a note for him on his 'magic carpet' shoe. She stopped at the drugstore and went to the section where they have sample sizes of lotions, perfumes, nail polishes, etc. She could easily grab 5 or 6 of each item in her hand at a time and took a handful of each. Her next stop was the toy store where she bought a few Ken Doll outfits and some doll-sized furniture and silverware. Her last stop was the pet store. She was looking for some kind of cage with a very secure lock on it. The store manager was confused stating that most animals don't require such strong locks. Still, he showed her the only one he had and she bought it. All the time she was out, she kept replaying the conversation with Kelly. Kelly was right this time. She had to take control of the situation. And as much as she wanted to deny it, the less she thought of Mark as a victim, the more she looked forward to her new role in his life.

When Mark woke up he lay back wondering what Julie wanted to discuss. He climbed out of bed and saw a piece of paper on the Shoe. The letters were huge, 'Had to run a few errands.'

'A few errands,' he thought. She had never left him alone to run errands. Something was different about Julie since last night.

Just then, he heard the front door open and what sounded like packages being brought in. He could hear her shoes coming down the hall and past his door. They made the sound of a bass drum at a parade. Steadily growing louder as they approached, and softer as they left, in perfect rhythm. After a few moments, he heard her walking back toward his room and he could tell she had taken her shoes off because the 'drums' were much more muffled. They stopped outside his door. The door eased open and her Foot stepped in. She pushed the door open when she saw him and she was completely visible in the doorway.

'Oh good you're awake,' she said looking down at him. 'Here, I bought you these,' she said as she knelt down and laid out a doll outfit in front of him.

'Thanks,' he replied, 'it'll be a nice change.' That wasn't all that was going to change.

'After you get dressed, come out into the den. We need to talk about a couple of things.'

Before he could suggest that she carry him in her Shoe, she turned and walked out of the room. The 'drums' continued down the hall. As he got dressed he noticed that the clothes were a little big and stiff but they would do. Curious about what Julie wanted to talk about, he began running down the hall into the den.

As he entered the den he couldn't help but notice how attractive Julie looked standing there. She was barefoot, wearing shorts and a tight fitting T-shirt. She sat on the couch just as he entered the room and crossed her legs.

'Come over here,' she said. She watched him as he got closer wondering how she should start the conversation. He stood next to her by the sofa, with the Sole of her Foot inches from his head, bouncing slightly in a nervous kind of way.

'Should I get up on the coffee table so you can hear me?,' he asked.

'That's probably a good idea.,' she agreed, and he began climbing the makeshift stairs that Julie had made for him from empty shoeboxes the day before.

There was a moment of silence as they both stared at each other. Julie's eyes moved down Mark's tiny body and back up as their eyes locked. Mark wondered what was so different about the way Julie was looking at him. It was almost as if she was eyeing a painting or a small statue, instead of a person.

'Why are you looking at me like that?' Mark asked nervously.

'Oh.....nothing.....I guess I'm still amazed at this whole situation.,' she replied, 'I mean, one day you're my roommate, and the next....'

'Hey, I'm still you're roommate? Right?,' he interrupted.

'Well, you have to admit, its not exactly the same.'

'No, I guess it isn't.,' Mark groaned as he hung his head slightly.

'And I think that since this could last for a little while, we have to discuss some 'rules of the house,' for lack of a better term.'

Mark looked up into Julie's face to see if she was joking, but was met with a firm stare. 'Rules of the house?,' he said, surprised.

'If this is going to work, we have to set some rules.,' she reaffirmed, as she moved closer to the coffee table where he was standing. 'This is a big adjustment for both of us and we have to make some changes around here.'

Mark was slightly intimidated by her movement toward him but held his ground. 'What do you mean? I'm the one who shrunk, in case you haven't noticed.,' he yelled defensively, 'Why do things have to change?'

Remembering what Kelly told her about backing down, she pointed her finger at him and said firmly, 'The first rule is that you will not speak to me in that tone of voice. Understand?'

Mark swallowed hard. He could feel both fear and frustration building up inside of him and remained silent, as her Finger was inches from his face.

'I said,' she reaffirmed, raising her voice 'Do you understand?'

After a short pause, 'Yes,' he replied reluctantly, not wanting to press the situation any further.

Realizing that she had made her point, Julie moved her hand away from him slowly, feeling for the first time, in a long time, a sense of control. She had never had this feeling when she was with Don, but it was one that she had longed for. Continuing with the same confident tone of voice, she continued, 'Rule number 2. I'm going to decide on some chores for you to do around here. Since I'm taking full care of you and paying all the expenses, I expect you to do your fair share.'

'But, Julie....,' Mark interrupted.

'Don't 'but Julie' me,' she continued, her voice easily overpowering his. 'There's lot's of things you can do for me around here.'

'Like?'

'Oh, we'll get to that soon enough.' Julie was now in total command of the conversation, and she was really starting to enjoy her new found confidence. It was not like her to be so authoritative, but the feeling of control was intoxicating for someone who had been starved of it for so long.

All Mark could do was stand there, unable to think of any words to say. Julie was now looking down at him a little more smugly than before. This only made the anger and frustration build inside him. 'Anything else?,' he snapped.

'Actually, there is.,' she maintained her calm. After all, it was clear who was in command. 'It's the most important rule of all. Since I am in charge of your personal protection and well being, whenever I make a decision on something, it's final. When I ask you to do something, I expect you to do it immediately without question. I will have zero tolerance for disobedience on this rule. Do you understand this? Because it's very important that you do. Breaking this rule will mean punishment.'

This was all Mark could take. Her Finger was once again pointing, inches from his face and he backed away a few steps in defiance.

'Who do you think you are, making all these rules and punishments!?,' he yelled, pointing up at her Face.

This began to anger Julie. He wasn't listening to a word she was saying. She sat back on the sofa, crossed her arms, and placed her foot on the edge of the coffee table so that the ball of her Foot and Toes hung over. 'I'm the one in charge,' she replied with a little aggravation in her voice.

Her Toes were directly in front of him, taunting him, but he continued, even angrier than before, 'I don't have to listen to you!'

'Oh, but I think you do.' she snapped sarcastically. Julie was growing very impatient with Mark now. She placed her Foot directly next to him on the table and pointed it straight up. His head was even with her big Toe. 'In case you've forgotten, I don't think you're in a position to challenge me.'

Mark felt a chill run down his spine as her Foot approached him. It was so close, he could smell the perspiration from it. Noticing that his head was barely taller than her big Toe, his frustration got the best of him.

'This is bullshit!,' he yelled.

'That's it!,' she barked as her foot slid off the table and made a heavy 'thump' on the floor. She stood up and without giving it another thought, she reached down and picked Mark up in her hand and brought him to her face.

Mark was petrified as her Hand swooped down and grabbed him. Julie had never directly handled him before like this. It was always through indirect means. He wished he hadn't made that last statement but it was too late. Her grip was tight. She held him in her right hand and pointed at him with the index finger if her left hand.

'I thought I told you not to speak to me that way!' Her gaze was more serious than Mark had ever seen it.

In an act of total frustration and humiliation at his current position, he slammed his fists down on her Thumb that crossed his chest, 'I don't have to listen to you! Put me down!,' he yelled at the top of his lungs.

Her dominance over him at this moment was as obvious as it was fulfilling. She was holding him at chest level now and looking down her nose at him. She flipped her hair back with her free hand and shook her head, 'You just don't get it, do you? I'm standing here holding you in my hand arguing with you, (why, I don't have a clue) about who's in charge.' She paused a moment to let the words sink in. 'Now, I think you need some time to cool off. And I'm tired of talking.'

With that, Julie walked over to the dining room table and held him up as she bent over to grab the cage. Mark's eyes grew wide as he saw the cage placed on the table and began to squirm. Instinctively, Julie tightened her grip until Mark was unable to move and he began yelling.

'Hey!, what do you think you're doing!? I don't want to go in there!'

Julie ignored his questions and unfastened the latch and opened the door to the cage. She brought him up close to her Face. 'When you can learn to show me a little respect, I'll think about letting you out.'

Mark began pleading, 'Please Julie! Don't put me in there!'

His begging did not phase Julie. All she could think about was how 'right' Kelly was about taking charge of the situation. His begging only reinforced how 'in charge' she was. She turned him sideways slightly so he would fit through the door and released her grip as he landed on a small pillow that she had placed on the bottom of the cage. Mark immediately got up and ran toward the door but her Hand was too quick and before he even got close, Julie was refastening the latch. His hands were on the bars as if he was in a jail cell.

'Let me out of here, now!'

Julie leaned over and brought her Face within inches of his. 'You think about what I told you. And when you're ready to accept the situation, you can come out. I'm going to bed.'

He watched as she reached down an picked up something else. He stepped back in total shock as she placed a cover over the cage and turned out the lights. He listened in darkness as the 'drums' faded into the distance followed by a slam of her bedroom door. As he lay back in disbelief of what had just transpired, he couldn't help regret the day he decided to move in with Julie.

Meanwhile, Julie was thinking how lucky she was to get this rare chance to regain her self-esteem.

Within minutes, they were both asleep, each in the others thoughts, only for drastically different reasons.



Chapter 7

The next morning, Mark awoke on the pillow covered by the towel that Julie had left for him as a blanket. The cage cover was removed and he could hear Julie in the kitchen. As she walked passed the cage, he kicked one of the bars, trying to get her attention. She continued without looking down once. This angered Mark because he knew she was ignoring him.

'Julie!' he yelled, 'Julie! Damn it, you can't just ignore me! Let me out of here!'

As Julie left the kitchen, she heard a small rattle from the cage. She figured he must have hit a bar or something, obviously trying to get her attention. He would have to do better than that, she thought. She continued past the cage into the den, pretending not to hear him. From the den, she heard him yell. She could hear his frustration in the tone of his voice. She stayed in the den a little longer, knowing this only added to his anger, but also knowing that it demonstrated her control. Finally, after a couple of minutes, she walked over to the cage as if she had heard nothing he said, and leaned over.

'Good morning,' she said.

'Let me out of here!' he replied, and immediately added, 'please, Julie, I can't take it in here any longer.' The look of anger mixed with fear in his expression indicated that he was close to his breaking point.

'Do you have something that you want to tell me first?' she asked, pushing a little further.

Knowing what she meant but trying drastically not to give in, he replied, 'What do you mean?'

'Oh well, I guess you're not ready to come out yet then.,' Julie stated firmly and turned as if she was going back to the kitchen.

This infuriated Mark. 'She had no right to keep him in a cage,' he thought. But he was desperate to get out. He would go crazy if he stayed in the cage another minute. 'Wait!,' he yelled in desperation.

'Yes?,' Julie answered as she turned and approached the cage. Her Face moved within inches of the cage causing Mark to take a few steps back so that he could see her whole face.

'OK, I've been thinking,' he said trying to sound sincere. He didn't want to make her mad before she let him out. 'You're right. You should be in charge.'

'And why should I be in charge?' she continued.

'Because... because, you are responsible for me.' That sounded so lame to hear himself say that. But it seemed to satisfy her.

'Good, and what else?'

'Umm... I'm sorry for getting angry with you last night. It won't happen again.'

'Very good. Keep going.'

Julie was enjoying this and Mark could tell. He had to keep it up though, he wasn't out yet. He paused for a moment, thinking.

'When you tell me to do something I will do it without asking questions.'

'And what happens if you disobey me or break any of the rules that are set?'

With all the self-control he could muster he answered reluctantly, 'You will punish me.'

With that, they both stared at each other for what seemed like an eternity. Julie's sense of satisfaction was matched only by Mark's feelings of humiliation.

'Well, it looks like you've learned your lesson,' she smiled as she unlocked the cage and opened the door. 'Now don't you wish you would have listened to me in the first place?' she asked, not expecting an anwer.

He remained silent, hoping she would leave the door open and just walk away. Instead, she leaned over, staring directly into the door of the cage at him, her smiling Face surrounding the doorway.

'Well, come on out, before I change my mind,' she said playfully as she began slowly closing the cage door with her Finger.

Mark was in no mood to play after being humiliated, but he couldn't risk being trapped, so he quickly climbed out of the cage and stood on the table. Julie reached down and placed her hand, palm up, on the table next to him.

'Need a lift?' she asked, still smiling down at him. She was more into this whole 'shrinking thing' now than she ever could have imagined. Before, she just felt sympathy for Mark because he had shrunk and wanted to try to make things comfortable for him. She had slipped into that 'caretaker' role that was so familiar. That was back when it was only supposed to last only a few days. But now, she saw it as a whole new way to regain her self-confidence, self esteem, and the control over her own life that she so desperately was seeking. She realized that having Mark around at his size, she would be able to take more risks than she ever would with a full-grown man. For her, risk taking was essential to turning her life around and that had priority over anything else right now, including restoring Mark's size. Besides, there was nothing she could do about that right now. She was beginning to think that fate had intervened and that maybe she shouldn't question 'why' so much as take advantage of the unique opportunity.

Mark looked up at Julie who was apparently lost in some private thought. He really didn't have much choice from this height.

'OK, I guess it is a little high for me,' Mark replied.

'Hop on,' she said as she wiggled her Fingers slightly.

Mark stared at the giant Hand that lay in front of him. The Fingers, slightly curled, were at least as long as his arms, and the Palm was more than big enough for him to sit comfortably. He was reluctant though. Somehow, voluntarily allowing her to handle him made him feel very vulnerable. It was different when she grabbed him the night before because he had no choice. She used to use a shoe or a box when he first shrunk, but now it seemed like she was getting more comfortable with direct contact. He figured he would have to get used to it from now on. He would have to trust her.

Slowly he approached the Hand, put one knee on the edge of the Hand and crawled up. He turned and sat on the giant Palm with his legs hanging off, nervously awaiting the next move.

Julie watched Mark's hesitation from above. She purposely didn't say anything, wanting the decision to be completely his. It was obvious that he was having trouble with the idea of her holding him. She watched intently as he slowly approached her hand and climbed on. A wave of contentment hit Julie as she felt his knee touch her skin. She felt a tingling sensation as he repositioned himself on her hand. Julie curled her fingers toward him and moved her thumb over so that he could grab it if he lost his balance.

Mark flinched a bit as the giant Fingers moved toward him and the Thumb crossed in front of him. Then he realized what she was doing. He placed one hand on her Thumb and the other on her middle Finger near her fingernail.

Seeing that he was ready, Julie slowly lifted her hand off of the table, feeling Mark tighten his grip on her fingers. As Mark felt himself lifted off the table, his feet dangled over the side of her Hand. He could feel himself slip slightly from the moisture on Julie's Palm and gripped Julie's Fingers as tightly as he could. Looking down through her Fingers he could see her bare Feet, which meant he was no longer over the desk. This made him feel slightly uneasy. Trying to relax, he noticed that her Hand was softer that he expected but not as stable as he would have liked. So, in order to prevent himself from looking down, he looked up at Julie, who was focusing all of her concentration on him.

It was exciting to Julie to have a little man sitting on her hand as she lifted him up through the air. She was careful not to tip her hand, but the excitement made it hard to keep a steady hand. Her palms were starting to sweat a little as well, making it hard for Mark to balance himself.

'Don't worry,' she reassured him, 'I've got you.'

Before setting him down on the floor, she raised him up to her face, eye level. Mark, expecting to be lowered was caught off guard when Julie instead raised him up to her Face. He momentarily lost his balance and grabbed her Thumb with both hands for support. Julie grinned a little as he grabbed her thumb, realizing that she startled him. It reminded her of just how 'in control' she was.

'I don't want us to become enemies, you know. It's natural for you to be a little afraid of me since I'm so much bigger than you, but I really want us to try to make the best of the situation, OK? My goal is not to punish you all the time, but I will if I have to, alright? Do we understand each other better now?,' Julie asked, sounding almost like a parent.

'Yes, Julie,' he replied, half-heartedly.

'Good.' The words were enough for her as she gently lowered him to the floor. Mark moved to the edge of her Palm and tried to step off her Hand. Julie moved her hand away a second too soon and sent Mark tumbling. He landed square on top of her bare Foot and rolled off the side, instinctively trying to hold on to anything he could grab.

'Oh! Are you alright?,' she asked as she kneeled down and covered her mouth with one hand.

'Yeah,' he answered, more aggravated than hurt, 'I'm OK.'

'I guess I have a little to learn too about handling someone so small,' she said playfully, realizing how strange it felt to have a man's entire body slam into her foot and only feel a small bump.

Her whole attitude of him having to 'learn' to listen to her, and her idea that he had to adapt to her way of thinking angered him. But in his present situation, what choice did he really have. If he listens, she's nice to him. If he disobeys her, she punishes him. What a life. His total existence had been reduced to angering or pleasing a Giantess. His freedom was totally taken from him, except that for which she allowed him.



Chapter 8

It was Saturday and Julie did not have to work. She left Mark alone to go take a shower. As the water flowed down her body, she thought about how she had all day to spend with the 'little man' who lived in her house. She found herself more and more thinking of Mark as a little man rather than a roommate. She couldn't help thinking about how Kelly was so right about the whole situation. Things were much more manageable and, although she wouldn't fully admit it yet, enjoyable now that some rules have been established. Underneath it all, she hoped that once Mark accepted the situation, their relationship could get stronger. She didn't want to always scold him but realized that it was necessary, at least for now. At the moment, however, the taste of power was stronger than her concern for Mark and while she knew that would probably change, it didn't stop her from wanting to act on it.

As she was drying herself off from her shower, she began thinking of ways that he could 'help out' around the house. Then she remembered the 'samples' that she had bought the other day and how it was time for more risk taking.

Mark heard the 'drums' approaching again. He turned around to find Julie entering the room wearing a bathrobe, a towel around her head and carrying a small bag and another towel. She had no makeup on, and while she was not ugly without it, she definitely had that 'no-makeup' appearance. She walked past him, sat down on the couch, spread the towel out under her Feet and placed the bag next to them. She took a deep breath before calling Mark over. As much as she felt in charge, this still seemed awkward for her. She wasn't used to being in control of a relationship of any kind and knew that her nervousness was due to her past patterns of dealing with men in general. Looking down at Mark's size as he approached her foot helped relieve the tension that she felt. He posed absolutely no threat to her physically, and the contrast in size was making it easy for her to overcome her emotional barriers. She could hear Kelly's voice in her head telling her to 'be creative' about the chores she gives him. From above, he appeared to be staring at her foot and she lifted them slightly to get his attention. After she did this, Mark lifted his head, their eyes met and she spoke.

Mark was curious to see what she was going to do with the towel and other things when she called him and he could feel Julie staring at him as he walked over to her. It felt very uncomfortable, so he kept his head down until he stood directly in front of her Feet. He stood there a moment, looking at the tops of her Feet and noticing how smooth they looked even at their immense size. His eyes followed the bone structure of the Foot slowly down to the Toes where he noticed that the nail polish was chipping on most of them. He remembered that before he shrank, Julie always applied fresh toe nail polish after taking a shower. She was so faithful about it even though she seemed to hate doing it. As he stared at them, all five Toes lifted off the towel in unison and returned to rest gently in front of him. He could feel a slight tingling in his legs as she did this. Realizing that he had been staring, he lifted his head and looked up at her giant Face.

'Mark, remember we talked about chores and you doing your fair share around here?,' she asked with a little shyness in her voice.

'Yeah, but we never decided on what they would be,' he answered as he began to understand what was about to happen.

'Well, I've found something that you can do for me that would really help me out a lot,' she continued, pausing, 'Being kind of tall for a woman makes it hard for me to paint my toenails the way I like them to look. So, I was thinking that you could be in charge of keeping my feet looking pretty. You know, nail polish, lotion, perfume, that kind of stuff. What do you say?' She tried to keep a light, positive tone in her voice.

'You want me to be your 'footslave'? You can't be serious?' he asked in disbelief.

Julie giggled at his question. 'Oh, I wouldn't think of it like that. Think of it as... a project.' Her voice then turned more business-like. 'You get to inspect them, schedule when things need to be done to them, and most important, you get to see the results of your work firsthand.'

'No way Julie,' Mark answered, stepping back holding his hands up to emphasize his response. 'I don't mind helping out, but this is going to far.'

Slightly amused at Mark's attempt to argue with her, she found that the more Mark rebelled against doing what she said, the more she wanted him to do it. If he had acted more casually about it instead of totally refusing, she might have thought of something else. She moved her foot so that her big toe was directly in front of him.

'Mark, I don't remember saying that this was open for discussion. I've already made the decision.'

Realizing that she was serious, he hung his head, weighing the options of agreeing or disobeying. He knew the result of disobeying and shuddered at the thought of the same or even worse punishment. He saw her Foot move closer to him, accenting how small he was. Her Big Toe was easily as big as his head. Feeling totally humiliated, he reluctantly agreed, 'Alright, you win.' At least they were clean, he thought.

'That's better,' she said smiling and as gently as possible, touched his leg with her toe. Mark couldn't move out of the way quickly enough before her Toe touched his leg. He barely kept his balance and looked up angrily to see Julie covering a giggle with her Hand.

'Hey! That's not funny,' he yelled.

'Sorry,' she said insincerely, 'I was just playing.'

'Well, not so rough, OK?'

Realizing she had won this battle completely, she decided to stop teasing him and placed her foot back on the towel. Mark's 'giving in' made her feel more in control and totally eased the nervousness that she felt before. It was getting easier for her to be firm on her decisions with Mark. It felt so good to her to finally be in control of a situation involving a man, no matter what size he was.

She reached down and opened one of the sample sizes of skin lotion and squeezed a pile next to her foot. Mark watched in silence as Julie squeezed a pile of what appeared to be lotion near her Ankle. Her Fingers lightly squeezed as the lotion oozed out. A nervous sensation arose in his stomach as he watched her freshly manicured fingers effortlessly squeeze the bottle, one which he could barely pick up. She placed the plastic bottle next to her Heel. The bottle looked to be about as high his knees. He had never seen such a huge bottle of lotion. But as Julie's Fingers released the bottle, he noticed that it was only half as big as her index Finger and it was apparent how small the bottle really was and therefore, how small he really was. As the Fingers let go of the bottle and rose out of view, all that was left in front of him was a gigantic Foot on a huge towel with a pile of thick lotion next to it.

Julie lifted her Toes a bit as she spoke, 'You can start with this.'

Mark stood silent in amazement of the situation that was before him.

'Hello?,' Julie boomed from above, 'Anybody there?'

Julie's thunderous voice broke his trance. 'Umm... sorry. What do you want me to do?' he replied staring up at her as if he actually didn't know what it was that she wanted.

It was obvious that he was trying to stall and she said with a raised eyebrow, 'figure it out.' Julie leaned back and stared up at the ceiling awaiting the first touch of the little hands. Surprising herself, she felt a little lightheaded from the anticipation.

Realizing that his stall tactics were useless, Mark approached the pile of lotion slowly. He shrugged and stuck his hand into the pile and walked over to the instep of her right Foot. He paused a moment and then touched the top of her Foot with the lotion. Her Foot jumped slightly frightening him but he continued to apply the lotion like he was applying wax to a car. After a few strokes, he began using both hands.

As the little hands made contact with her foot, Julie flinched slightly. It was a release of the built up tension. She felt him stop for a moment and continue. She didn't look down because she didn't want to interrupt him. His little hands felt so invigorating. The sense of control, of being in control only added to that. A slight smile appeared displaying her satisfaction.

'Mmm... that feels good,' Julie whispered from above.

As he glanced up at Julie's Face, he could see that she was smiling even though she leaned her Head back. His feelings at the moment were confusing. One part of him was angry that she was getting so much pleasure from his work and another part of him was happy that she approved of his work. Anger was expected, but any kind of happiness was totally unexpected. Could it be that just thought of pleasing any woman this big was so challenging? Or was it the fact that at such a small size he could still make a difference? All he knew was that he continued to apply the lotion with eagerness partly out of fear of punishment and partly out of desire for approval.

Her Foot was flat on the towel and as he applied the lotion, he worked his way up to her Toes. Once there, he was presented with a new situation. He thought about it as he covered her big Toe with the lotion. The first problem was that he was running out of lotion so he tapped on her Toe as he yelled, 'Hey! I need more lotion!'

Totally entranced by this time but feeling a slight tap on her toe, she realized what he was saying and beamed down smiling at him, 'No problem. There's plenty more.'

The Fingers lowered into view and picked up the lotion bottle. Mark watched as the bottle moved overhead and a deposit, much larger than the first, was squeezed in front of her Foot. 'That should hold you for a while.' Then the bottle was placed behind her Foot and the Fingers rose up out of site again.

Now he had to deal with the second problem. He knew that she would probably want him to get between her Toes but he was afraid because she might accidentally crush his hands. He looked up and started to ask something but noticed her Eyes were closed and decided to just proceed cautiously. As he brushed the inside of her big Toe, he heard a soft moan from above. He used both hands to get the entire area between her big Toe and second Toe. It felt incredibly soft, especially for the size of her Foot, where he applied the lotion. He was caught off guard, noticing that her second Toe was slightly longer than her big Toe when her Toes flinched slightly, causing him to jump backwards by reflex and land squarely in the pile of lotion. It instantly covered most of his body as he slid backward through the pile.

Feeling the slight bump on her toe, Julie looked down and couldn't help but find the situation amusing and covered her mouth as she laughed. 'Oh, I'm so sorry, are you OK?,' she said, sounding insincere as she spoke through a giggle.

Feeling embarrassed, he snapped, 'I'm fine but you could be a little more careful, OK?,' as he climbed out of the pile.

Feeling totally satisfied at the moment and not wanting to argue, Julie replied, 'I'll try,' as she leaned her head back and closed her eyes fully intent on having him continue.

It aggravated him that she took the situation so lightly but somehow felt compelled to continue. He had never had such mixed emotions before. So, still covered on lotion, he lay across her Toes and rolled off, covering her Toes with lotion and continued rubbing the lotion until all parts of her Toes were covered. It was hard to get his hand between her fourth and pinky Toe. But with his hand covered in lotion, he was able to slip in. He continued down the other side of her Foot until the top of her Foot was completely covered. As he completed her Ankle, he stood back and admired his work. 'One down,' he thought.

Julie felt him trying to get his hand between her toes. She thought about trying to spread them to make it a little easier but was enjoying feeling him try. Once successful he continued to her ankle. She felt him pause and realized that he must be finished with the top of her foot. He had done such a good job, she wasn't ready for him to be finished so she positioned her foot so that her heel was on the towel and her toes were pointed upward exposing her sole. She waited a few seconds, then wiggled her toes signaling for him to continue.

Just as he was about to move to the other Foot, he froze as he saw the Foot move into a position where the Toes were just about at the same level as his head. Realizing that she meant for him to continue on her Soles, he thought about the risk of being partially under her Soles as he applied the lotion and the consequences of her lowering her Foot 'accidentally'. She wiggled her Toes, obviously ready for him, and he figured that if he trusted her not to crush him in her Hand when she was angry the day before, than he could trust her now. She flexed her Foot, pointing her Toes upward, to make her Sole smoother so that he could apply the lotion. Getting the underside of her Toes and balls of her Foot was easy because they were close to eye level. As he worked his way down, though, he had to get on his knees to get the middle of her Sole. Once on his knees, he could feel the skin on her Sole relax and wrinkle indicating that she had relaxed her Foot. This made applying the lotion a little harder because he had to work it into the wrinkles of her Sole. With just a little more to go, he had to lie on his back to get the last part of her Heel. Staring up at her Sole brought a sharp sense of fear, realizing that a wrong move now on Julie's part could mean the end of his tiny existence. Not wanting to find out if his fears would be validated, he quickly applied the last of the lotion and slid out from under her Foot. Stepping backward, breathing heavy, he felt somewhat satisfied that he had done a good job. However, just as he was catching his breath, he saw the other Foot into position and he realized that he was only half finished.

Chapter 9

When he had completed both Feet, exhaustion hit him like a ton of bricks. All he could do was lay back on the towel and stare up at Julie's Face. She had obviously fallen asleep. Turning his head to one side, he faced the inside of Julie's big Toe. The nail polish still looked chipped, but he was exhausted, and kind of relieved that Julie had fallen asleep. He figured she would have probably made him paint them if she were still awake. Finally, after the longest workout in weeks, he dozed off between her Feet, smelling the freshly applied lotion.

When he awoke, he was alone on the towel. He rolled over and slipped into the imprint that Julie's foot left on the towel. It was still warm and with his knees bent slightly, his entire body fit inside the imprint. He thought to himself how Julie's foot could almost completely cover him, if she stepped on him.

To his left, a fresh outfit was laid out as well as a clean moist towel. He still had some dried lotion on him and was glad to have the towel and fresh clothes. Just as he was finishing getting cleaned up, there was a knock at the front door, a huge booming knock. He looked around to see Julie approaching. It was an awesome site to see such a huge Giantess walking by and to hear the sounds of her Feet on the floor. She peeped through the window and opened the door.

'Hi, Kelly! Come on in.'

'This is just great,' Mark thought. The one person he did not want to see was here. Although Julie's walk sounded like drums, it was still somewhat gentle for a giantess. Kelly, on the other hand, had a much heavier, less feminine walk. She almost always wore sandals so there was a 'flopping' noise that accompanied her walk.

Kelly through her purse on the sofa and asked, 'Well, where's our little man?'

It angered Mark to hear Kelly speak of him as 'hers'. Julie pointed in Mark's direction and Mark stood frozen as the two Giantesses stared down at him. In seconds, Kelly was standing in front of him. Her Feet were not as nice as Julie's were. Obviously not as well manicured. Kelly stooped down in front of him making her crotch almost eye level.

'You don't look happy to see me,' she said playfully.

Mark just looked up and smiled insincerely.

'Well, then I guess you aren't interested in getting back to normal?' she added.

'What!' Mark shouted, 'What do you mean?'

'Oh, I might have something that will return you to your normal size. It worked on rats, so I'm sure it will work on you,' she replied, teasingly, letting out a small laugh. 'And you have to ask me nicely for it.'

Feeling desperate and not wanting to jeopardize his chances he asked as sincerely as possible, 'Kelly, would you please give me the antidote?'

'Well I suppose it's up to Julie, now,' she answered, knowing that this aggravated Mark. Kelly then rose and faced Julie.

'You Bitch!' he yelled up at Kelly as she stood up.

'Now that's no way to talk to someone who can crush you in one step, is it?'

'Stop it you two,' Julie interrupted. 'Kelly, give him the antidote.'

'Are you sure? I can see from that towel and lotion that you've already started to... 'get used' to having him around. If you know what I mean.'

It infuriated Mark that Kelly could totally ignore his feelings on this matter and act as if it was Julie's choice.

'No, I'm sure. Give it to him.' Julie reaffirmed. Mark was relieved that at least Julie was being sensible.

With that, Kelly opened her purse took out an eyedropper bottle and place a drop of liquid on her fingertip. She walked over to Mark stooped down. She held her Finger just out of Mark's reach. Mark took a few quick steps toward her Finger, but her other Hand appeared and nudged him away.

'Not so fast,' she said. 'Give me one good reason why I should give this to you.'

Angrily, Mark shot back, 'Because its your fault that I shrunk in the first place.'

'Hmmm... I see. Nope, not good enough though. Try again.'

Mark lurched at the Finger but was not quick enough before she could move it away.

'Come on Kelly, stop teasing him,' Julie said, coming to Mark's defense.

Kelly glared back down at Mark, 'You should feel lucky that Julie has you and not me. You wouldn't be so disrespectful,' she continued, 'Well, here you go little man, drink up.' With that the Finger lowered close to his head.

What a choice he faced. While it disgusted Mark to think of licking anything off Kelly's Finger he had to give it a try. So, he approached the Finger, placed his hand on her leathery Knuckle to stabilize himself, and licked the fluid off. He could tell Kelly was delighted by his humiliation.

'That's it, lick it all like a good little boy,' she chuckled. He tried to ignore her and stepped back as soon as her Finger was licked clean. Before he could step back completely, Kelly curled her Finger, her Fingernail catching him under the chin.

Ignoring her teasing, he yelled up at Kelly, 'Now what?'

'Hold your horses, little guy. Give it a chance,' she said as she stood and walked over by Julie and placed the eyedropper back into her purse.

Kelly whispered something to Julie and Julie nodded back at her.

'We'll be right back, OK?,' Julie said to Mark as the two women walked past him toward Julie's bedroom. He heard giggles as the bedroom door closed and couldn't help thinking that it was about him.

***

'So, how's it been going?,' Kelly asked curiously, wondering if she took her advice.

'Well,' Julie grinned, 'I thought a lot about what we talked about the other night.' Julie paused.

'And?' Kelly broke the silence, 'Don't keep me in suspense, girl!'

'Let's just say I think he's starting to see things my way now.'

'And what 'way' is that?'

'You know, like you said, I'm in charge and he has to listen to me.'

'Good for you. I knew you had it in you. It's a lot easier now, huh?'

'You were right, Kelly, I should have never doubted you.'

'It feels good, doesn't it? Being in control for a change.'

'Oh, Kelly, I can't tell you what an emotional high this has been so far for me,' Julie said as she closed her eyes for a moment and then opening them. 'In a way, I hate for it to end but that sounds so selfish. Today, I had him put lotion on my feet and I was in complete ecstasy just knowing that he really didn't have a choice in the matter. I feel so selfish though.'

'Julie, listen to me!,' Kelly said firmly, 'You've got to think of yourself right now. You can't let an opportunity like this pass you by. And besides, Mark isn't going anywhere.'

'What do you mean?' Julie was confused, 'You gave him the antidote to make him grow?'

Kelly had an evil grin on her face. 'There's no antidote, silly. I just wanted to see him lick my finger.'

'Oh, Kelly, that is so cruel.'

'But you're glad, right?'

Julie thought for a moment, 'I never thought I'd say this... but, yes I'm glad. Am I a monster?'

'No, Julie, you're a woman discovering herself and you can't let anything get in the way of that,' Kelly answered sincerely, placing her hand on Julie's shoulder.

Julie knew Kelly was right. She was becoming addicted to the control and didn't want it to end. She was beginning to develop the self-confidence and self-esteem that she had always wanted.

'How can I ever thank you, Kelly, for making things so clear?'

'You want to thank me? Then the next time I come over, I want to see him eating out of your hand,' Kelly answered, smiling, 'and you could let me borrow him occasionally, my feet could use lotion once in a while too, you know?'

With that both women laughed and got up to go back into the den.

***

The whole time, Mark could hear muffled voices, then laughing and the sound of 'drums' coming up the hall. He hadn't grown an inch and was feeling very self-conscious about all the laughing.

Kelly walked over and picked up her purse, looking back at Mark who obviously hadn't grown. 'Well, I guess this wasn't the right solution after all. Looks like its back to the drawing board. You two be good now, I gotta run.'

Mark looked down in disappointment. The letdown of not growing was too much for him. His disappointment was only matched by his loathing of Kelly.

'Bye, Kelly, and thanks for trying anyway,' Julie said trying to sound as real as possible.

'No problem,' Kelly said as she opened the door to leave. Mark saw her wink at Julie just before she closed the door.



Chapter 10

'Damn it!' Julie barked as she closed the door and looked at her watch.

'What's wrong!?' Mark yelled back.

'I've got a meeting with a client in 30 minutes. I'm going to be late.'

Julie rushed to get dressed. In about 5 minutes, she had changed into a dress and rushed for the front door. What a sight it was for Mark to see her running down the hall at her size, especially with high heels on. He stepped back and leaned against the sofa, taking no chances. The thought of colliding with one of her Shoes at that speed kept him frozen in place.

'I'll be back in a little while.' Without waiting for an answer, she shut the door and Mark could hear the car start and drive away.

He had the whole house to himself. Silence filled the house except for the ticking of a clock above and an occasional sound outside. He began to feel totally alone and a little scared. He realized that he felt safer when Julie was home. At least she could protect him if something unexpected happened. Each little sound or creak made him jump. He had to think of something to keep him occupied. But at his size there wasn't much he could do. So he walked down the hall toward his room and saw a crack in Julie's bedroom door.

She always locked her bedroom door out of habit but in her hurry to leave, she must have forgotten. The curiosity got the better of him and he walked to the door and peeked in. Julie's room was a mess. But to him, especially being bored, it seemed like a huge playground. There were gigantic shoes everywhere, and piles of clothes, clean and dirty. He knew he shouldn't go inside but he couldn't resist.

Once inside, he looked around in awe. He had only seen Julie's bedroom once before at normal height, but the contrast now was amazing. Walking over to her vanity, he noticed that the chair in front of it had very decorative and contoured legs. Feeling adventurous, he began to climb up.

It was quite a struggle but he managed to reach the seat of the chair. If he stood on the arm of the chair, he could reach the top drawer, which was left open. From the drawer he easily reached the top of the vanity. Out of breath, but feeling a sense of accomplishment, he gazed around the room. It gave him a little more 'normal' perspective.

There wasn't much room on the vanity to walk around because it was almost completely covered in makeup of every color, combs, brushes, perfume bottles, and a lot of things that he didn't recognize. He walked carefully over to one of her brushes, dodging giant tweezers and scissors along the way. This brush must have been her favorite because it had the most hair in it, and he pulled a few strands out, surprised at how strong they were. Realizing that he had a lot of time on his hands, he decided to clean all the hair out of the brush for Julie. At least it was somewhat productive. Besides, it was satisfying to do something that required a little strength. It made him feel less helpless. So he knelt down next to the huge plastic hair trap and began grabbing handfuls of Julie's hair, careful to get every strand.

Pulling the hair out wasn't as hard as it appeared and he collected it in a pile next to the brush. Proud of his work, he walked to the other end of the vanity, passing in front of the mirror. Catching a glimpse of himself, he stopped and stared. Mentally, this was a shock. He knew he was small, but this was the first time he had seen himself close-up in a mirror. It was different than being held in Julie's Hand or lying under her Foot. That just made her look big. Now, he was seeing himself small for the first time. Seeing his own reflection, compared to the size of the other things on the vanity made him focus on his predicament. Up until now, he had been fooling himself, thinking that he could live his life just as he did when he was 6 feet tall. He wanted to make all his own decisions and thought he deserved sympathy for his situation, all the while resenting Julie for treating him any differently than he expected.

But just as he didn't ask to be shrunk, Julie didn't ask to become the caretaker of a little man either. He had never looked at it from her perspective. He did think she had gone too far at times, but it was something new for both of them. They both had some adjusting to do and so far, he had resisted all of it. Staring at himself, he realized that, at his present size, he couldn't live without Julie's help. And he probably should show a little more gratitude to Julie for not putting him in some institution. He was afraid to admit it to Julie, though. His ego would not allow it. So he decided to just try to act differently, hoping he would never have to admit that he was wrong. Figuring out the problem always seemed easier than actually carrying out the solution.

He didn't feel like climbing all the way down again and looked over the edge at a huge pile of clothes. Jumping like a stuntman, he leaped off the edge landing squarely on the pile. Instantly, he could tell by the smell that this was the dirty pile. One of Julie's workout socks bounced right on top of his face and almost made him pass out. He quickly climbed down of the pile and backed away. Without realizing where he was walking, he backed right into a 3-inch high-heeled shoe and tripped over it. It was huge and looked big enough for him to fit inside. It seemed like a violation of Julie's privacy somehow, but the temptation was too great. He had to try to get inside so he climbed in.

It was a perfect fit. His feet were at the toe of the shoe, resting in her toeprints, and his head rested at the top, where her heel had made a smooth indentation. With his knees bent slightly, it was quite comfortable. He lay back, staring at the ceiling, wondering if he would ever be able to open up to Julie, and before he knew it, he had dozed off.

He figured that he slept no more than a few minutes, which actually was more like 40 minutes, and climbed out of the shoe. Still groggy, he slipped over the waistband of a pair of silky panty hose. A little dazed, he crawled over to the opening, lifted up the waistband and stuck his head inside. They couldn't be that old because they still had a 'woman's' aroma. Without thinking, he continued to crawl inside and ran into a white band of what seemed to be cotton. Realizing he was in her crotch area, he took a big wiff and reached out to touch the cotton. If the shoe was a privacy violation than this had to be a felony, he thought. But he continued on, driven by curiosity, thinking he had plenty of time to get back out, and crawled inside the leg down to the foot of the hose. The silk felt soft against his back as he crawled. As he reached the foot, he noticed a strong unpleasant foot smell down there. Not wanting to stay there too long he tried to turn around in the foot of the pantyhose but kept getting stuck. Just then he heard the front door close.

'Shit!,' he thought, 'Julie's going to be furious if she finds me.'

He continued his futile struggles to get untwisted but to no avail. He could hear her coming down the hall. Torn between facing her fury when she discovered him versus possibly getting stepped on if he remained quiet, he had no choice.

As Julie opened the bedroom door and walked in, he began screaming, 'Help! Help! I'm down here, don't step on me!'

Julie looked around and then down to see her pantyhose moving around and was immediately angered that Mark had dared to invade her privacy. Bending over, she grabbed the pantyhose by the ankle and lifted it up to her face.

'Just what the hell do you think you're doing!? This is my room and you have no business being in here!' she commanded, scaring Mark with the look of anger on her face.

'Please Julie, I'm sorry, I was just looking around,' he pleaded. Julie brought the pantyhose closer to her face but jerked it away when she smelled the odor coming from it. It gave her an idea for his punishment.

'So you like my smelly pantyhose, do you?' she asked angrily not expecting an answer. 'Well we'll just see how much you like them after you sleep in them.'

A satisfied grin appeared on her face as she tied the panty hose leg into a knot so Mark couldn't escape and brought him into the bathroom and tied the other leg on to the shower curtain rod, suspending him at eye level to her.

'Please Julie, don't! Let me explain. It's not what you're thinking. I'm sorry, I won't do it again, I promise,' he begged

Julie had heard all these excuses from men before. 'I know you won't,' was her reply as she snapped off the lights and closed the bathroom door.

The smell was overpowering. He tried moving around but it only got worse. Finally, realizing the futility of the situation, he came to rest in the toe of her panty hose.

Unfortunately, this was where the smell was the strongest.

After almost getting sick to his stomach, he passed out.



Chapter 11

The next morning, Julie woke up and sat in front of her vanity. Searching for her brush, she found it next to a pile of her own hair. Confused at first by this, a smile appeared as she realized that Mark must have cleaned out her brush. She thought about how much effort he must have put forth as she grabbed the entire pile between her thumb and forefinger and threw the hairball into the trash. She stared in the vanity mirror for a moment, wondering if maybe Mark was beginning to accept his situation more. This little act of generosity was by no means monumental, but at least it was a start. She thought about how difficult it must be to be so small and helpless, and was sure that she would have cracked up by this time if she were in Mark's position. She had made good progress with her self-image and self-confidence and was not at all ready to give up her position of authority and control. It felt too good and, without admitting it, she was slightly addicted to it. But perhaps it didn't have to be as rigid as Kelly was trying to make it. Kelly had certainly helped her get started and gave her good advice, but she could make her own decisions on how to treat Mark from now on. It would be better, she thought, if she could still maintain her authority and also have Mark as a friend. She grinned at herself in the mirror, realizing that the 'authority' part was easy at Mark's size. She was actually starting to like the person she saw in the mirror. Just then she remembered Mark hanging in the bathroom and faked an 'Oops' to herself.

The bathroom light awakened Mark. He rubbed his eyes and could see, through the pantyhose, Julie looking at herself in the mirror. Julie could see her pantyhose in the reflection in the mirror. She could see Mark's little face staring at her and decided that he had probably learned his lesson by now.

She turned and approached the pantyhose, leaning over slightly as they stared at each other. Her control over him was obvious, as he stared at her giant Face through the silk of her pantyhose. Julie, feeling satisfied that Mark had gotten the message, untied the pantyhose and placed them onto the bathroom floor. Mark immediately began crawling toward the opening fearing Julie would change her mind. He struggled, waiting for some assistance, but none came. As he crawled out of the nylon prison, he stood up, immediately noticing Julie's Foot in front of him.

Julie, looking down at Mark crawling out of her pantyhose, felt a slight bit of empathy for him. He looked so helpless as he freed himself from her waistband. As Mark slowly looked up at her, she felt both dominance and guilt, such a strange combination.

Mark stood frozen, afraid to speak. As he gazed up, he could see under the robe that Julie was not wearing any underwear, but tried not to stare, partly out of respect but mostly fearing Julie's retribution.

Realizing the view that Mark must have, Julie held back a giggle as she realized he was trying to avoid looking.

'I forgot you had such a low angled view,' she said as she attempted to block it with her hand. Instead, she bent down. The sudden movement of her Foot and Ankle made Mark jump backward. As he gazed upward, he saw Julie's Face descending. Julie bent her knees, resting her hands on them and stared down.

'You know, I really don't like punishing you like that,' she said kindly. Her tone relaxed him somewhat, but he remained silent, afraid to say the wrong thing. 'But you've got to learn to listen to me, OK?' she asked confidently.

Mark shook his head, afraid to respond in any other way. Julie smiled back at him, knowing he understood, and for the first time, he felt a strange attraction to his giant captor. Her giant smiling Eyes and Lips held him in a trance.

'That's better,' she continued, 'now we have to do something about the way you smell.' Julie stood as Mark watched her Face rise to its full height. Realizing that Mark was staring at her, she asked playfully, 'What?'

'Nothing,' he shouted back, lowering his eyes, hoping he had not made her angry.

Julie paused, and stepped over him toward the sink. The site from his angle was amazing. Her giant Foot stepping over him with her leg following was a site to behold. And her naked crotch passed directly overhead. There was a definite thud as her Foot hit the bathroom tile. Now he stood behind her staring up as he heard the water begin to run in the sink. The water stopped as Julie turned around and bent over. Mark stood frozen in place as Julie turned and leaned over. Her giant Hand approached and although normally he would have felt like backing away, his feet didn't move. Her Fingers moved around the back of him as her Thumb passed in front of his chest. The Hand closed in one soft motion as he felt her other Fingers reach around in front of him. He felt very secure in her Grip and placed his hands on her Thumb waiting for the liftoff. Very gently, she wrapped her hand around him and lifted him up to her face. Her nose wrinkled.

'You stink! You smell like feet.'

Mark bowed his head wanting to remind her that it was her own foot scent that she smelled, but thought better of it. 'I'm sorry,' he replied.

Realizing his humiliation, she placed him over the sink and opened her hand. Mark felt the release and the warm water hit him as he was submersed in the sink. As he raised his head above the water he took a deep breath. He could see Julie rubbing a bar of soap through her Hands, lathering them up. She placed the soap back onto the dish and smiled down at Mark. Before he could make a move, the Hand plunged into the water under him and lifted him up placing him on the edge of the sink. He felt a chill from the cold air as he watched the two Hands rub together, creating giant fistfuls of lather. Without a word, both Hands wrapped themselves around him engulfing him in warm suds.

He had never felt such anything like it. The Hands began to move with one Hand holding him while the other one gently slid down his legs. He could feel himself getting hard but couldn't resist. The Hand grabbed his arms and slowly the Fingers slid along gently, twisting slightly. Mark remained motionless, staring up at Julie who seemed totally engulfed in the activity. He could hear her humming softly. Her Hand passed over his head, stopping to rub slightly as it passed.

Julie couldn't believe how soft and delicate Mark felt in her hands, and he wasn't complaining a bit. She was careful to wash all over his legs and arms, contemplating how she would wash his more sensitive parts. She paused briefly and Mark could see that her eyes were fixed on his genitals. A slight grin appeared on her face. Her eyes fixed on his as she stated, 'Now this is only for good hygiene, OK?' And before Mark could answer, he felt a Finger rubbing between his legs. Her Thumb was pressed against his stomach as the other Finger stoked back and forth. Realizing the potential of her actions, Julie stopped, and remarked at his erect penis, 'Well, at least its easier to clean that way.' A broad smile appeared across her face as she released him into the sink again to rinse off.

This time he stayed under water a few seconds until he heard the sound of water draining. He could feel the level of water dropping and he was immediately scared that the drain would suck him down. Sensing his fear, Julie lowered her hand into the draining water. Mark saw the Hand approaching, and swam frantically toward it. As he got closer, he reached for the Thumb and placed his feet on the tips of her Fingers. He held on tight as he watched the last of the water drain.

Julie could feel Mark panting against her palm. He was so helpless without her, she thought. She turned the faucet on slightly as she ran her hand and the little man under it to wash the remaining soap off.

Mark was still breathing heavily as he felt the water rush over his naked body, clinging to the Hand. She had closed the toilet lid and placed a towel on it and set Mark down on the towel. She drew up the ends, patting him down and let him finish drying himself off while she found some clean doll clothes for him to wear. He felt self-conscious as she watched him dress, but there was no privacy on top of a toilet lid. As he pulled the shirt over his head, he felt a strong grip around his waist. In a flash, he was again face to face with Julie with her Fingers wrapped around him. She pulled him closer to her face and took a big breath through her nose, and smiled.

'Now that's more like it. Feel better?'

'Yes,' he admitted.

'Yes, what?,' she asked, still smiling.

Without hesitation, he answered with his head bowed, 'Yes, thank you.'

A sense of satisfaction washed over Julie as she realized that she had won the first part of her battle with Mark. Staring down at him, she noticed how he looked kind of cute with his head bowed, almost as if he was beginning to accept his situation. She was definitely the one in charge now and she knew he knew it. It was a big first step.

Walking over to the bathroom door, she set him outside in the hallway. 'Now its my turn,' she said as she closed the door behind her.

Outside in the hallway, Mark leaned against the wall resting his rear on the edge of the molding. He pressed his hands to his forehead trying to sort out the feelings inside himself. As he heard the shower running, he wondered how he could feel so terribly frightened and at the same time feel an attraction for a woman who could crush his head between her Fingers. How could the vice-like grip of Julie's giant Hand also be the source of so much gentleness? She had treated him with so much care for the first time, not because she felt obligated, but because she wanted to. He could hear the shower stop and didn't want Julie to find him lingering in the hall, so he started walking toward what used to be his bedroom. He had a lot to think about. Things had definitely changed between them.



Chapter 12

Mark entered his bedroom slowly and found what used to be a throw pillow for his bed on the floor. It was now big enough to fit his whole body, so he climbed up on it and lay back staring at the ceiling. His feelings were confusing now. On one hand, he still hated being so small and resented how Julie had humiliated him. It made him feel so insignificant. Plus, no matter how much he fought and argued with her, he couldn't win. On the other hand, he was starting to feel somewhat attracted to Julie's newfound confidence and sense of control. He was always attracted to those features in a woman, but when he first met Julie, she had a much lower opinion of herself and it was a turnoff to him. Besides, back then, he was just looking for a roommate. What it boiled down to was that he liked the changes that he saw in Julie's personality, but didn't like the fact that the changes occurred at his expense.

His thoughts were interrupted by the sound of the bathroom door opening and closing, followed by the deep booming sound of Julie's giant Feet on the hard wood floor in the hallway. He had memorized Julie's walking rhythm not so much by choice but because he heard it constantly when she was home. The sounds grew louder as she passed his door and faded as she continued by. He closed his eyes as he thought of what one of those steps would do to him if it landed directly on top of him.

The next image that popped into his mind was Kelly. How he despised her. It was her fault that he shrank in the first place and she didn't appear the least bit concerned. He remembered the image of her pointing her finger in his face. He would have broken it if he could. But that was the irony. She could actually break his whole body in half if she wanted to. He vowed to get revenge when he returned to normal. But that was the kicker. There was no end in sight. He could be this way for a long time and it was becoming painfully clear that his quality of life depended solely on Julie's decisions. He was realizing that by keeping Julie happy, life would be easier than if she is pissed at him. He had first hand evidence of that.

Mark slid off the pillow and started pacing. He was trying to think of something that he could do, at his size, which might impress Julie. He certainly didn't want to try something that she didn't like because that could backfire. She might actually get angry if she doesn't like what he does and that could result in punishment. He cringed at the thought of being put back into the cage or trapped inside Julie's used stockings. The only thing he could think of was how she seemed to totally enjoy it when he was putting lotion on her Feet. It was such a demeaning job, though. Caring for her Feet like he was a slave or something. It was so humiliating. But, at least he was sure her Feet were clean now that she had taken a shower and after all, he felt he had to try something. So he decided that he would ask her if he could put some powder on them this time and act enthused about it.

Julie was sitting on the couch watching TV in her robe when Mark entered the room. She didn't see him walking toward her. She was thinking about how much she had enjoyed playing with Mark earlier. The way he clung to her fingers under water when she placed her hand in the sink gave her such a sense of power. She controlled the whole situation. And Mark seemed to respond without as much resistance as usual. She figured he was probably too scared to argue which brought a slight smile to her face. She was satisfied that the question of 'Who's in charge' had been answered.

Mark saw her smile and figured it was because of something on the TV. Julie was sitting with her Legs crossed. One Foot was flat on the ground and the other was suspended about an inch higher that he was tall. He stopped a moment to study her. He watched as her Hand gently stroked her hair behind her Ear and rested gently on her Knee. After a few minutes, he decided that getting caught staring might spoil his plan so he walked over to her bag of lotions and polishes that was next to the sofa. The hard part now was asking her. He couldn't believe he was actually going to have to ask her permission to put powder on her Feet. She must have heard him looking in the bag because just when he was about to chicken out, she looked down at him and cleared her throat. Mark jumped back startled.

'Hello there,' she said smiling down at him. 'Lose something, or just have dry skin?' she joked.

'Umm, no, I was... just... ,' he stammered.

'You were just what?' she interrupted, raising an eyebrow.

Mark swallowed hard and took a deep breath. 'I... I was just going to ask you, since you just took a shower, if you would like me put some powder on your Feet.,' Mark said nervously.

Julie was completely caught off guard and asked, 'You want to do WHAT?!'

Mark stepped back, fearing he may have made a mistake and replied, 'I'm sorry, I wanted to put powder on your Feet, if that's OK but if it's not, I can do it another time.'

Julie couldn't believe her ears. She looked away speechless. Finally she looked down at Mark and said in disbelief, 'You actually WANT to put powder on my feet?'

Mark wasn't prepared for a discussion and fumbled for words. This was totally embarrassing for him to have to continue asking but he swallowed hard, holding back his pride. He was trying to be convincing. 'Yes please, but only if you want me to,' he continued.

Julie was still stunned by Mark's request but didn't want to scare him off. 'Sure, of course, I love powder on my feet. But how did YOU know that I liked it?' she asked curiously.

Thinking quickly, he replied, 'I saw it in your bag the other day with the lotion.'

'Well, at least your memory hasn't shrunk,' she said smiling down at him. Mark began to blush. 'I'm curious. What did I do to deserve this treat?' she asked.

'Oh, nothing. In particular, I just thought it was the least I could do for you after all you've done for me.' His words did not express his true feelings but he could see that Julie liked what he was saying.

Julie was completely surprised, but delighted, at Mark's apparent change in attitude. It boosted her sense of control and she wanted to hear more. 'I have to admit, Mark, this is quite a change from the way you've been acting lately.'

He wished the conversation could end but felt he needed to keep going to sound sincere. 'Well, I've done some thinking and I realize now that this whole thing is probably hard for you too. And I should be more appreciative of all you do for me.' He was really laying it on thick now and Julie was soaking every word in. She needed one more power rush.

'Mark,' she paused, 'Are you afraid of me?'

He thought for a moment and answered, 'Well, I'm afraid to make you angry at me. I'm so small. You could do anything you want to punish me.' That was probably the most truthful answer he gave yet.

Julie had heard enough and was ready for her foot rub. 'That's true,' she smiled, trying to tease, 'And don't you forget it.' She giggled at her own joke but Mark didn't think it was funny. 'Here, I'll get the powder for you.'

Mark backed away from the bag as Julie's giant Hand descended in front of him. Her Hand looked soft even at its gigantic size. Each Fingernail was neatly manicured and painted. But it was still a Hand that could crush the life out of him with little effort. The Hand reached into the bag, searched around a little and emerged with a small container of baby powder. It was small to Julie, but to Mark it was half his height. He could have never lifted it out of the bag by himself. Julie placed the powder on the coffee table. She had noticed how intently Mark had watched her hand the whole time and it made her smile. Julie placed both hands on the couch and lowered herself so that she was sitting in front of it with her legs stretched out in front of her. She adjusted her robe once she was seated. Mark watched in amazement. Such a huge movement was amazing at his size.

'What's the matter,' Julie asked as she watched his expressions.

'Nothing,' he replied.

'You look surprised.'

'Well, its just that watching you move like that, at my size, well... you know, its...'

'I understand, Mark,' she interrupted, 'you don't have to explain.' The Foot that was in front of him minutes before was now yards away, to him. 'I'm waiting,' she said.

Taking his cue, Mark walked toward her Feet while Julie placed small pile of powder between them. Mark watched her and could see the anticipation in her actions. He could tell his idea was working. There was no turning back now even if he wanted to. She was definitely into this.

When he reached her Feet he stood between them in front of the pile of powder Julie had poured for him. Julie looked down at Mark between her feet. The thought of this little man practically begging her to service her feet was exciting. It made her feel so powerful, like a queen whose subjects wanted only to please her. In this case, though, there was only one subject.

Mark stood between the giant Feet, looking at the powder. A Toe was just a few feet from each side of his head and he could see out of the corner of his eye that Julie was slightly wiggling them in anticipation.

'You're a size eight,' Julie said, breaking the silence.

'What?' he shot back, confused.

'You're head almost reaches the top of my big toe and I wear a size eight shoe. See for yourself,' she said pointing at her toe.

He looked at her Toe and it was true, 'So?'

'That makes you a size eight,' she couldn't help but giggle.

'Very funny, Julie.'

She wasn't making this any easier for him, adding, 'Well, I think it is.'

'Well you're not the one who's a size eight,' he said loudly, feeling the anger grow inside him.

'No. I'm not,' she shot back staring directly at him without smiling this time. She was on a power trip now and he was responsible for it. Her words reminded him of why he was standing between her Feet to begin with, and he didn't want to start an argument. He figured the only way to avoid one was to just get started so he reached his hands in to the powder and started rubbing the ball of her left Foot.

'Mmmm,' she moaned as she tilted her head back, 'That feels so good.'

This was the reaction he was hoping for, so he continued rubbing her Feet, listening for her moans as a sign of reassurance. The ball of her Foot had a light callus, as did her big Toe. As he moved across her Foot, he noticed a bigger callus in the middle of her Foot. He figured all of these were the result of high heels. He stopped at each callus to examine it.

'You can soften those up later. Keep rubbing,' Julie said softly, completely absorbed in the situation.

Not wanting to break the mood, he did as he was told and continued putting powder between her Toes, careful not to miss any spots. The moans from above continued. As he rubbed between her big Toe and second Toe, he heard her whisper, 'Oooo, right there.' Every once in a while, a moving Toe knocked him backward, but he would continue without hesitation, thinking that it was just a reflex action.

Julie couldn't tell if having her feet rubbed or if having them rubbed by a tiny man under her control was more exciting. Definitely the combination of the two was ecstasy. Sometimes, she would move her toes on purpose, pushing him away, only to feel him continue rubbing. Something about doing that made her feel good. And he never complained.

Mark continued rubbing the arch of her Foot. This was the softest spot and he spent the most time there with no argument from above. To get all of her Foot, he had to get on his knees. Somehow, kneeling in front of her giant Foot didn't help him feel any less humiliated. In fact, it only accentuated the size difference as he stared up at her Toes. Once again his thoughts turned to what this Foot could do to him if he were ever caught under it. This made him rub with even more enthusiasm than before, which in turn brought on more moans from Julie.

Without lifting her head, Julie peeked down to see Mark kneeling in front of her foot staring up at her toes as he rubbed her arch more intensely. A sense of control and domination flowed through her body as she closed her eyes and enjoyed.

As he knelt down trying to make sure that he covered Julie's heel, he peeked around her Foot at her Ankle. He continued to rub as he followed her Leg up to her Knee. As he continued up her Leg he suddenly noticed that he was able to see under Julie's robe right at her Crotch. His mouth dropped open at the sight. The vision of such a huge Pussy in front of him almost put him into a trance and without realizing it, he stopped rubbing her Foot.

Julie was totally enjoying her foot massage when suddenly she noticed that Mark had stopped. She gave it a minute but she didn't feel anything and she wasn't ready for him to stop. She thought that maybe he needed more powder and opened her eyes to see if this was the case. What she found instead was a little man on his knees staring at her crotch.

'Mark!' she yelled, 'What the hell do you think you're doing?'

Her booming voice startled Mark as he immediately looked up to see an angry Julie. He realized he had made a big mistake. His whole idea was about to backfire on him.

'You little shit!' she hissed, 'You planned this whole thing just to look at my crotch, didn't you? All that stuff you said was just lies, wasn't it?'

'But... Julie,' he stammered, almost frozen in fear.

'You're pathetic, you know that?,' she added, and jerked her foot forward knocking him over onto his back. She quickly stood up from the floor as Mark began trembling in fear. He closed his eyes and thought about how he had been so stupid when things were going so good. He heard two big thumps and realized that Julie had stood up. When he opened his eyes he saw her towering over him staring down at him. 'I can't believe you, Mark. I really thought you were sincere,' she said disappointed and furious at the same time.

'No, Julie, you don't understand,' he begged.

'Oh I understand perfectly, and I don't want to hear any of your lame excuses either,' she commanded, taking a step toward Mark.

Mark saw the advancing Foot and yelled desperately, 'No, Julie, please I'm sorry.'

Julie stood with Mark directly between her feet. Ignoring his pleas, she raised her left foot, which was covered with powder, and held it over Mark.

'Julie, no, you'll crush me!' he pleaded.

'You're the one who wanted my feet, now you can have my whole foot, on top of you,' Julie said angrily as she lowered her foot on top of Mark just enough to knock the breath out of him.

Gasping for air, Mark began to pound on her big Toe from the side. His head was between her big Toe and second Toe. As he stared upward, he noticed an expression of satisfaction mixed with the anger on the giant Face.

'You can look at my crotch now all you want. Go on, look. That's what you wanted, isn't it?,' she added sarcastically. It was true that he could see her Pussy even better from where he was but his main concern now was taking a breath and getting the Foot off of him and the Toes out of his face.

Seeing that he was about to pass out, Julie raised her foot and squatted down over him, totally aware that she was giving him an even bigger view of her pussy, but she was feeling superior at the moment watching him cough and try to catch his breath. Mark turned on his side when he felt the Foot rise off of him and gasped for air. After a couple of minutes, he was breathing normal again, but had not looked up yet. Julie wanted Mark to face her and was getting tired of waiting so she used her finger to roll him onto his back.

Mark felt the force of her Finger roll him over. It was useless to resist, but he kept his eyes closed.

'Look at me!' Julie boomed.

Mark did nothing.

'I said, look at me, right now!' she repeated very deliberately.

Realizing he had no choice, he slowly opened his eyes and found himself staring up at Julie's giant face and pussy. He knew better than to stare at her crotch, though it was tempting. 'You just earned yourself some time in the cage,' Julie reprimanded. The word 'cage' echoed in his head.

'No way, I'm not going in there again,' Mark shot back as he got up to run, leaving his tiny robe behind.

Julie watched as the tiny naked Mark got up and started to run. She shook her head slightly and reached out and grabbed him. It only added to her anger when he tried to run.

Mark felt the tight grip of the Hand realizing he was trapped. He began pounding on the huge Fingers as he heard the cage door open and he was dropped inside. Julie closed the cage door and locked him in leaning over saying, 'You're never going to learn, are you?' and walked away.

'Julie! No, please don't leave me in here,' he begged as she ignored him and walked away. His screams and banging on the cage went unheard.



Chapter 13

After about a half-hour of protesting, Mark grew tired, realizing that Julie was ignoring him. He began pacing around the cage that was now his prison. He couldn't help thinking how everything was going so well with Julie before he screwed it up. Now what was he going to do? She may never trust him again, he thought. He looked around at the bars wondering if Julie would even forgive him enough to ever let him out of the cage. If only he hadn't stopped rubbing her Foot, she would have never caught him and he could have stared at her crotch as long as he wanted. But his focus now was on getting out of his prison. Being stuck in a cage that was designed for hamsters drove him crazy. Every once in a while he would walk over to the cage door, grab two of the bars and begin shaking it as hard as he could, hoping something would break loose. But it was futile. Julie had placed a small padlock on the door and it wouldn't budge. She had no right to do this to him, no matter what the circumstances, he thought. But it was the fact that she could do what ever she wanted with him, whether she had the right to or not, that frustrated him.

Julie was in the kitchen, ignoring Mark's pleas. Finally, he stopped, but she could hear him periodically shaking the cage and shook her head at his futile attempts. She thought about how he told her all the things she wanted to hear just to get a look underneath her robe. This made her furious. One thing that she definitely would not tolerate with her newfound self-esteem, was disrespect. She intended to teach him a lesson. At the moment, she felt so much anger that she didn't know if she would ever let him out of the cage. 'That would sure teach him a lesson,' she grinned, knowing how much he hated being put in the cage to begin with. She had another thought. Maybe a day alone in the cage would be even better.

Mark continued pacing and thinking about his mistake. Shaking the cage door did nothing to help him escape or get Julie's attention. Then he heard her footsteps moving down the hall, as she left the kitchen and went to her bedroom. He listened intently for any sound and heard her bedroom door close. After about a minute, he thought he heard a muffled voice. She had to be on the phone. Another 15 minutes passed and he heard her bedroom door open. As the footsteps grew louder, he noticed that they were making a different sound than before. It sounded like shoes. That could only mean one thing. Julie was almost always barefoot when she was home, so this must mean she was leaving the house. But she couldn't leave him in the cage when she was gone. That would be torture. He felt a brief feeling of relief thinking that he would soon be free. That feeling ended when Julie walked right passed the cage without even acknowledging him. Now, he began to get nervous.

'Julie!' he yelled, 'What are you doing? You're not leaving, are you?'

There was no answer as he watched her search her purse for her keys.

'You can't leave me in here!' he protested.

She paused and looked at him momentarily and then continued her search for her keys again. Her brief stare made him realize the stupidity of his last remark.

'Please, Julie! I'll go crazy in here!' he begged.

Grabbing her keys, she walked over to the cage and bent over. Mark could still see the anger in her eyes and took a few steps backward. 'You think about what you did.' she said, staring directly at him.

'OK, Julie, I will,' he retreated, not wanting anger her any further. 'When will you be back?' he asked shyly.

Without answering she turned away and walked toward the door. He watched as she left and closed the door behind her.

It didn't take long for the silence and boredom to set in. The ticking of the clock on the table grew louder and louder. Every creak that the house made caused him to jump. He sat in one corner of the cage with his arms wrapped around his knees. Fear and paranoia were getting the best of him. He would do anything to get out. Finally, he heard someone walking up the steps outside. When he heard the mailbox open he realized it must be the mailman. Immediately, he sprang to his feet and ran to the side of the cage facing the door and began yelling at the top of his lungs, 'Help! Please! Help! I'm trapped in a cage! Please! Let me out! Help me!' The mailman stopped and looked at the door. He thought he heard something but shrugged it off and turned to leave.

Mark could hear the footsteps going down the stairs. And began screaming, 'No! No! I just want to be big again!' He fell to his knees and began sobbing, wishing Julie would have just crushed the life out of him when she had the chance and ended this nightmare.

Julie pulled into the parking lot at the coffee shop and parked next to Kelly's car. She was glad that Kelly had some free time when she called her. As she entered the coffee shop, Kelly got up from her table and waved at her. After a brief hug, they sat and Julie ordered a cappuccino.

'I'm glad you called me, Julie,' Kelly said, 'I was bored.'

'Yeah, me too,' Julie replied.

'How can you get bored? You have a little Mark around to keep you company.' Kelly smiled.

'Yeah, well I'm pissed at him right now.'

'Really? What? Is he still mouthing off to you?'

'That really wasn't it this time. I can usually win the arguments' Julie smiled.

'Ooo, you must be pissed. Usually you immediately start defending him.'

'Not this time.'

'Well, tell me what he did. Don't keep me in suspense,' Kelly said, tapping Julie on her arm.

Julie filled Kelly in on all the details from Mark asking to rub her feet to punishing him for his disrespect.

'That little shit!' Kelly said, as her mouth fell open. 'You mean he made up that whole story just to look under your robe.'

'Well, I caught him red-handed, staring.'

'You must be furious. I'm think I would have just crushed when he was under my foot and watch him splatter all over the floor.'

'I was mad enough, believe me. No man, at any size is going to disrespect me.'

'Good for you, Julie. You know, I have to tell you that the change I've seen in you lately is really positive.'

'You think so?'

'Julie, it wasn't that long ago that when Don was disrespectful to you, you would blame yourself, retreat to your bedroom and pout until you finally gave in an apologized to him. Now you're standing up for yourself. I think that's terrific.'

'I have to say, Kelly, that this whole experience with Mark has made me feel so in control of my life. It's weird when I think about it.'

'The way I see it is you just needed the right situation to discover yourself and this was it.'

The two women smiled warmly at each other.

'In a way, Kelly, I owe it all to you.' With that they both broke out in laughter.

'So, you put him in a cage?' Kelly asked, curiously.

'Yeah, I bought one at the pet shop. He hates it. You should see him shaking the bars and pleading with me to let him out.'

'You're right. I should see him.' Kelly smiled.

'I just ignore him and it drives him crazy but I've got to teach him a lesson.'

'Hey, you don't have to explain to me. I totally agree with you.'

'Can I tell you a secret, Kelly?'

'Sure Julie.'

'When I was standing over Mark with my foot on top of him, it was such a rush. I could feel it all throughout my body. I almost feel a little guilty.'

'I only wish I could have been there to see that. But I think that's a totally normal feeling. Think about it. You could have crushed him to death right at that moment and he could have done nothing to stop you. I think it would be weird if you didn't feel anything.'

'So you don't think I'm a monster?'

'No way. As a matter of fact, he wouldn't have gotten off so easy with me. He would have felt some pain before I got through with him.' Kelly grinned.

'You say that like you would enjoy it.'

'Well, we both know that Mark's not my biggest fan.' Kelly continued. 'Can I ask you a favor?'

'Sure Kelly.'

'Don't think I'm weird, but I've just got to see Mark in that cage.'

Julie looked puzzled and thought for a moment wondering if that might be just the punishment he needs. 'I tell you what, Kelly, why don't you come by tomorrow around lunch. He's not going anywhere before then.'

'I'll be there.' Kelly's eyes lit up. 'One more thing. Let me know if I ever get on your bad side.'

They both laughed and after a little more small talk, Kelly announced that she had to leave. Julie decided to do some shopping before she returned home.



Chapter 14

Mark had dozed off. When he woke up he noticed that it was getting dark outside. He listened and didn't hear Julie and realized that she hadn't left a light on for him. Soon he would be in total darkness. He could feel himself begin to tremble. Soon, the only light in the room came from the streetlights outside. His heart was pounding loudly as he listened to the noise in the streets.

After what seemed like an eternity, he heard footsteps on the steps outside. From the sound, he could tell they were heels of a woman's shoe. A feeling of relief came over him as Julie opened the door and turned on the light. Julie put her shopping bags on a chair and walked past the cage into the kitchen without saying a word to Mark. She poured herself some water and he watched as she lifted the glass to her mouth and drank. When she finished, she placed the glass down and said out loud, 'I'm going to bed.'

The words hit him like a brick. Surely she wasn't going to make him spend the night in the cage. 'But what about me?' he asked as he searched for excuses for her to let him out. 'It's cold in here and I'm hungry.'

Julie looked around the kitchen and picked up a half slice of bread that was on the counter. Then, she walked over to the couch and picked up one of her socks lying there and approached the cage. Mark was confused by Julie's actions as he watched her every move. She took the key off of the table, opened the lock and swung the cage door open. As she stood in front of the cage with the bread in one hand and the sock in the other, Mark asked, 'What are those for?'

'You said you were cold and hungry, didn't you?' Julie replied sternly.

Realizing her intentions, he added, 'Yes, but how will I sleep in here, there's no bed.'

Julie stared down at the tiny naked Mark, who was helplessly staring back. She thought for a moment and then placed the bread on the table and reached down by her foot. Julie removed her shoe and placed it on the table next to the cage. He was a little confused at first. Julie then placed her sock in the shoe and the bread on top and placed the entire package inside the cage.

Mark was stunned for a moment. From the smell, he could tell she had been wearing the shoe all day. He turned his head to avoid the smell but it didn't work. It was all around him. He didn't dare protest, though. Watching him react to the smell of her she was satisfying to Julie. As Julie was refastening the lock, he pleaded one last time, 'Julie, don't do this, please.'

Unaffected by his plea, she tugged on the lock and turned toward her bedroom. As she walked down the hall she said out loud, 'You should have thought about the consequences before you're little stunt.'

Dejected, he turned and looked at her shoe. He threw the bread off into the corner. For some reason, he didn't feel hungry anymore. It was getting colder, so he reluctantly pulled the sock out from the shoe. Sitting on the edge of her shoe he put on leg over the side and got inside. His feet were at the Toe of her shoe and his head rested at the Heel. He could feel the impressions from her Toes in the shoe with his feet and his head rested in her Heel imprint. The insole of her shoe was still moist and warm from her Foot. Pulling the sock up to his shoulders, he could still smell Julie's feet inside, but at least he was warm. It reminded him of when he was inside her stockings. After a while, though, he finally fell asleep trapped inside a cage, inside a woman's shoe covered by her sock.

Mark awoke the next day to the noises in the kitchen. He climbed out of the shoe and sock and saw Julie. She appeared to be cooking something. She was dressed already, so he figured he must have slept late. He knew talking to her was useless so he remained silent passing the time by watching her and thinking of something to do that might make her forgive him.

Julie knew he was staring at her because she would get a glimpse of him every once in a while. She was still angry and had no intention of forgiving him yet.

Suddenly there was a knock at the door. Julie didn't look surprised, and walked toward the door. Mark realized that if Julie wasn't hiding him, then it could only be one person.

'Hi, Kelly,' Julie said, as she opened the door, 'Come on in.'

'Hey, girl,' Kelly answered as she walked inside and threw her purse on a chair. The last thing he wanted was for Kelly to see him like this. It was so humiliating. 'What do we have here?' he heard Kelly say from across the room as she noticed the cage. She immediately began walking toward him as the nervousness built up inside him. Within seconds, she was standing directly in front of the cage staring down at him with her hands on her hips. Leaning over, pointing at him she said, 'I hear you've been a bad boy.' Mark could feel the anger build inside him as he looked at her grinning face. She loved this. 'What's the shoe and sock for?' she asked out loud.

'Oh, that was his bed and blanket last night,' Julie added.

Kelly's smile grew wider. 'You must have really messed up this time,' she said as she winked at Mark. He could hardly contain his anger. 'It doesn't look like he ate all his dinner though,' she added as she stuck her finger through the cage, pointing to the bread. Without thinking, Mark swatted at the Finger invading his cage. Kelly jerked her finger away. 'Ooo, did we wake up on the wrong end of the shoe today?' Kelly laughed.

'Shut up, Bitch!' Mark said, raising his fist.

Kelly sneered back, 'You're right, Julie, I don't think he's learned his lesson yet,' Kelly said as she tapped on the cage.

'Help me get lunch, Kelly,' Julie interrupted.

Mark banged the cage as Kelly walked away satisfied. Julie returned to the table with napkins, forks and knives. Mark remembered that his cage was sitting directly in the middle of the dinner table and now he was the centerpiece. Next, both women returned with a plate of pasta and a glass of water. Julie sat at the head of the table and Kelly sat on one side directly in front of him. Mark watched as Kelly brought the fork to her Mouth. She knew he was watching her, so she played into it. Chewing slowly, she occasionally glanced down at him, eyeing his penis at times. Mark began feeling very self-conscious and grabbed the sock, trying to cover himself. Julie watched, knowing that Mark must hate this but was determined to show him she was serious.

'Ask me nice and I might give you some,' Kelly taunted. Mark remained silent. 'Look, Julie, he's the strong, silent type. Well, silent at least,' she laughed, 'He's not going to be pushed around by two women, no way.'

'Can I give you a hint, Mark,' she teased, 'the cage and the shoe kind of ruin the tough-guy look for you.' Kelly looked at Julie and they both smiled.

The phone interrupted the meal. Julie got up to answer it. He couldn't hear much of the conversation but could tell it seemed urgent and heard Julie promise that she would be right there, wherever that was.

'I've got to go into work for a while,' she said as she hung up the phone. Mark felt a little relief that this torture might be ending.

'Go ahead, Julie, I'll stay and clean up here,' Kelly offered.

'Oh, Kelly, thank you, I'll try not to be long,' Julie said. Mark couldn't believe his ears. He was going to be left alone with Kelly. He looked up to see her smiling down at him. 'No problem, Julie,' she said, 'I'll take care of everything.'



Chapter 15

Julie quickly went to her bedroom to change, leaving Kelly alone with Mark. Kelly rested her hands on the table in front of the cage and peered down at him. Mark stared at the large Hands in front of the cage. She had long fingers but they were not as nicely manicured as Julie's were, and the skin was rougher. She did have long fingernails, though, and they were painted red, of course. He had to admit that the color suited Kelly's personality. He watched as the index Finger on one hand slowly tapped on the tabletop. He couldn't bear to see the look on Kelly's face at the moment so he kept staring at the Hands. Kelly waited for Mark to look up at her but he continued to stare at her hand.

'Like what you see?' she asked.

Mark remained silent, realizing that Kelly was just trying to tease him. He could hardly react before the Hand moved and slapped the cage, knocking him down. As he lay on his back he looked up at Kelly who was bent over pointing at him.

'I'm talking to you, and I expect an answer,' she said coldly.

'Screw you!' he yelled.

Smiling slightly, she answered, 'You shouldn't be giving me any more ideas than I already have for you.'

'What do you mean?' he asked angrily, but before Kelly could reply, Julie entered the room.

'I shouldn't be any more than a couple of hours, Kelly,' Julie said, grabbing her purse. She questioned for a moment that leaving Kelly here alone might not be a good idea. She knew they hated each other but figured that a couple of hours with Kelly might just make Mark appreciate all she had done for him so far. Besides, she didn't have any other alternative at the moment.

Mark swallowed hard as he heard the front door close realizing that he was now completely alone with the woman he hated the most.

Kelly turned and knelt down so that her face was level with the cage. Her stare made Mark uncomfortable and he turned his head. She puckered her lips and blew on him.

'Stop it!' he yelled without looking up.

'What if I don't want to?' she asked and blew another breath over him. He had no answer, but quickly looked up at the cage door when he heard the lock rattling.

'What are you doing?' he demanded.

As Kelly was putting the key in the lock, she answered calmly, 'I think I want you out here.'

'You can't, I'm supposed to stay in here. Julie said so,' he answered desperately.

'Um, in case you haven't noticed, Julie's not here, but I'm sure she wouldn't mind' she giggled.

Mark stepped backward until he was at the back of the cage. Kelly reached in, removed Julie's shoe and sock, and put her face in the cage door. Mark watched intently as the Hand slowly removed the giant shoe and sock. The Fingers came within inches of his body and he had to move to one side to avoid them. He stood frozen in fear and anger looking at Kelly's huge Face.

'Ready?' the Face asked.

'No, I want to stay in here,' Mark replied shaking his head.

Without hesitation the Hand reappeared with outstretched Fingers and slowly came toward him. He tried unsuccessfully to duck the Fingers but they reached around him and gripped him firmly. The grip was much rougher than Julie's was even when Julie was angry.

He pounded on the Thumb that crossed his chest, 'Put me down!'

Kelly continued smiling as she reached her fingers around Mark. Julie was right, she thought. This was a rush just to hold a little naked man in her hand. She could have squeezed the life right out if him and his beating on her thumb only added to her feeling of power. She carefully eased him through the cage door and brought him up to her face. Mark continued pounding on the Thumb and trying to move it but it didn't budge. He stopped when her giant Face confronted him.

'Kelly! I'm warning you!' he yelled.

Kelly's eyes lit up at the demand. 'Warning me of what, may I ask?' she answered sarcastically as she cocked her head to one side.

Seeing that she wasn't phased, he tried to sound threatening, 'Julie isn't going to like this at all.'

Kelly couldn't help but laugh, 'First of all, Julie isn't going to find out anything, and second, if she did, I don't think she would care right now, do you?' Without waiting for a reply, she continued, 'You don't seem to get it, do you? I'm holding your entire body in my hands. Do you know what that means? It means your ass belongs to me. You have absolutely no control over what happens to you next. I, on the other hand, control everything.' She squeezed him a little harder to make her point. 'Rather than argue with me, you should be trying to figure out how to please me so that I don't just crush you to death in my hand.'

Mark could feel the anger building up inside himself but her tight grip reinforced her statement. He couldn't stand to look at her. Kelly enjoyed watching Mark struggle mentally with his predicament.

'You hate me don't you?' she asked looking down her nose at him. 'You never liked me much before, and I know being held in my hand right now has got to be driving you crazy. Now, don't you wish you'd been nicer to me?' she giggled. 'Isn't it ironic that the person you hate so much is the only person that can help you?'

His head snapped back staring directly into the giant Eye. 'You bitch!' he screamed, 'You did this to me, and you'd better come up with a cure soon.'

'Ooo, is that a direct order?' she teased, 'I guess I should tell them back at the lab that there's a problem first, though.'

'What!' he yelled in disbelief. 'You haven't even told them that this stuff can shrink people?'

Kelly just shook her head. 'Let me tell you like it is, Mark. This product is a special project of mine in weight reduction for women. It could get me a big promotion and no one's going to spoil that. Besides, with any new product there's an acceptable range of, how should I put it, casualties.'

He couldn't believe his ears. 'You can't do this to me! I won't let you! It's not fair!' Mark complained as he raised both fists up at Kelly.

Kelly brought Mark closer to her face until he was about a foot away. Without smiling, she said, 'Well, Mark, this did happen to you and there's not a damn thing you can do about it right now, so get used to it.'

Mark could feel her breath on him as she spoke. He was uncomfortable being so close to her Face, especially her Mouth. And it was obvious that he was getting nowhere with her. He waved his hands in front of his face as she spoke. 'OK, Kelly, you win. Just put me down now. Please.'

Kelly felt a rush of adrenaline as she watched Mark weaken. Realizing that she had won the first battle, she began lowering him slowly to the floor. Mark felt relief as he felt himself being lowered. Maybe she would leave him alone now. No such luck.

When he was about an inch from the floor, Kelly released her grip and watched Mark stumble and fall to the floor. She couldn't help but laugh. Mark had closed his eyes during the descent and felt Kelly relax her grip, which sent him sprawling across the floor to the sound of laughter above. He rolled over onto his back and rested on his elbows. The first thing he saw in front of him was her giant Shoes. Kelly always wore low heels and rarely wore socks. He slowly followed her Leg with his eyes, past her Knee and continued until he was staring directly into her Eyes.

Kelly stared down at the tiny naked man as he rolled himself over and stared at her feet. She watched in delight as his gaze slowly scanned her body. When he was looking directly at her, she took a step toward him. His body stiffened as he heard the creaking of her Shoe, realizing that it was moving toward him. His hands came up to his face as if to ward off imminent danger, but the Shoe stopped yards in front of him.

'What's the matter? Afraid I was going to step on you?' she teased.

He lowered his hands and looked at her Shoe and then at her Face and decided that pissing her off right now might be hazardous to his health. Another rush ran through her as she slowly stepped out of her shoes and pushed them aside. Mark watched in amazement as the giant bare Feet stepped out of the Shoes and one Foot slid both of the Shoes out of the way. A scary thought ran through his mind as he lay there and looked up at Kelly's Face. The bottom of her Foot suddenly blocked his view. The first thing that hit him was the smell. But as sickening as it was, he was more concerned for his life at the moment. He reached up in a futile attempt to knock it out of the way as the Foot began to lower on him.

Kelly had not planned to take it this far. She really only wanted to scare the shit out of Mark, which she had accomplished but the temptation was too great and she didn't want to stop here. It was intoxicating to have Mark struggling under her foot as she balanced herself on the table. She could tell by his reaction that it stunk and that only added to her pleasure.

Shortly, Mark could feel the entire length of the Foot on top of him and it was still sweating from being inside the Shoe. His face was positioned between her big Toe and second Toe and he choked on the smell.

Kelly laughed as she heard him cough, realizing that it was because of her foot smell. Kelly could have stayed like that all day and enjoyed it, but ever since Julie told her about Mark servicing her feet, she was jealous and wanted the same attention. She lifted her foot and set it down next to Mark.

Mark felt the pressure lift and heard the boom of the Foot next to his head. He turned and saw her big Toe even with his head. He struggled and stood up in front of the Foot looking up at Kelly.

Kelly stared back and said, 'Give me one good reason why I shouldn't just step on you.'

The words made Mark shudder, but he kept his composure. After a few moments of silence, he saw the Foot begin to rise off the floor. 'No! Wait! I'm sorry!' he yelled desperately, not knowing what else to say. The Foot lowered to the floor as he felt relief.

'Sorry for what?' she asked, realizing he was desperate.

'Umm,' he hesitated, 'sorry for yelling at you before.'

She knew he wasn't sincere and didn't need his apologies, but she enjoyed watching him struggle. 'You don't look like you're sorry, though' she said, continuing the fun. Mark was confused by this and began to think. 'Maybe you're not really sorry,' she added, as she moved her foot slightly.

The sudden movement of the Foot sent a chill down his spine and out of sheer fear, he dropped to his knees in front of the Foot. Kelly watched as Mark knelt down in front of her. It was exactly what she wanted and she knew he had to be feeling totally humiliated. 'That's better, but I'm still not totally convinced,' she said, trying to push Mark mentally as far as she could.

As the smell of the Foot hit his nose again, he wondered what more she could want from him. Kneeling in front of Kelly's smelly Foot was about as low as he could go. Suddenly, the Toes wiggled in front of him and he began to understand what Kelly wanted. Mark fell to his hands and knees now, and began thinking about the consequences of disobedience. Kelly was surely capable of crushing him without feeling remorse, but the thought of kissing her smelly Toes was so demoralizing. Reluctantly, deciding that his life was not worth the gamble, he slowly began to crawl over to the Foot.

Kelly could tell he was thinking it over and was determined to break him. A smile appeared on her face as she watched him crawl to her foot. As he got close, she moved her foot backward out of his reach.

Just as he was about to reach the Foot, it suddenly moved backward. He could hardly take anymore. After a slight pause, he began crawling again. This time, though, he had to crawl through the sweat stains on the floor that the Foot had left when it moved. As he moved over it, he felt the warmth and almost slipped on the moisture. Finally, he reached the Foot. Swallowing hard, he lowered his face to the giant Toes of the woman he despised the most. As his lips touched her big Toe just above the Toenail, it sickened him to think that he was kissing the Toes of the woman who was responsible for his shrinking. His stomach tightened as he repeated the kissing, hoping Kelly wouldn't keep this up much longer.

Kelly watched as Mark reached her Foot. She felt a tingling sensation as he moved his head over her big toe and bent down and kissed it. Total satisfaction came over her as he repeated the kissing and she wanted more.

'All of them,' she said.

Afraid to disobey her now, he took his command from above and moved to the second Toe. The Toes flinched as he kissed them causing him to use her other Toes to balance himself.

Kelly tilted her head back and closed her eyes. She felt her knees get weak as he continued kissing her feet and slid a chair behind her so she could sit down.

Mark ignored the deafening noise of the sliding chair, concentrating on reaching the last Toe. Then, hopefully, the torment would end.

Kelly gazed down at the top of Mark's head as he kissed her pinky toe. She wasn't ready for it to end yet. She brought her other foot closer and rested it on the heel, lifting the toes about 4 inches in the air.

Mark saw the Foot approaching out of the corner of his eye and quickly turned his head to make sure he wasn't about to get squashed. He was relieved when it came to rest away from him. Then it hit him. She must want him to kiss the Toes on her other Foot. Deciding that complaining would do no good, he got up and slowly walked over to the other Foot. At least the Toes were up in the air this time and he wouldn't have to kneel, he thought. As he reluctantly bent over to start kissing the big Toe, it suddenly jerked away just as the smell hit his nose. He looked up at Kelly only to find her shaking her head and smiling. Convinced she was just teasing him, he looked down at the big Toe again. He could still smell her scent but bent over to kiss it again, hoping he could get this over with quickly. But before he could get to it, it jerked away again. This angered him. It was enough that he was kissing them, she didn't have to tease him as well. He looked up at her and shouted angrily, 'What? What's the problem? I'm doing everything you ask!'

Feeling very overpowering at the moment, Kelly looked down at him and wanted to flex her control even more. 'If you ask me the right way, I might let you lick those toes' she responded.

'What! Are you crazy? Kissing is as far as I'll go' he yelled as he stood there folding his arms.

If he hadn't been so stubborn, Kelly might have let him slide here. But since he drew the line in the sand, she wasn't about to let him win. Her other Foot came smashing into him before he could move, knocking him over onto his back. He scrambled to get up, but the Foot was on top of him before he could move. Trapped under the Foot, unable to move any part of his body, he stared through her Toes at her Face. The smell of her Foot surrounded him. 'I'm not sure I heard you,' Kelly said sarcastically, 'Could you repeat that?'

He remained silent refusing to break and give in. His silence aggravated Kelly as she pressed down harder. She watched as his face grimaced from the pain. It was pure excitement to her and she considered finishing him off right then.

Feeling the pressure of the giant Foot, knowing that Kelly was fully capable of going through with it, he had no choice but to give in. Barely able to speak, he cried, 'OK, I'll do it!'

'But what is it that you want to do?' she asked, toying with him.

His fear outweighed his anger at this point. 'I... I want to lick your toes,' he finally yelled as he felt the pressure release a little.

'Well, I don't know if you deserve to do that after the way you've acted' she added, knowing this had to anger him, 'Besides, how do I know that's what you really want to do? I wouldn't want to make you do something that you didn't really want to do.'

After a few seconds she lifted her foot completely and placed it in front of him. Mark struggled to catch his breath as he stood up. A wave of fear hit him because he knew what she wanted him to do and realized she wouldn't give up until he complied. So, with the little strength he had left, he knelt down in front of the Foot and said, 'Please, let me lick your toes, Kelly.'

Kelly smiled down at him, feeling all tingly inside, 'But they're all smelly and sweaty, are you sure?'

Mark swallowed hard, realizing that he had to play along if he ever wanted this to end. Struggling to keep his composure, he said, 'Yes, Kelly, I'm sure.'

'Then I will allow it. You may begin now,' she replied, almost giggling as she spoke.

How dare she give permission for something like this, he thought. After all, he was playing by her rules. It just wasn't fair. Kelly wiggled her Toes in anticipation. Taking his cue, he lowered his face to her big Toe and touched it with his tongue. The taste stung his tongue as he jerked his head away but he knew he had to continue. After a slight pause he closed his eyes and licked her Toe with a full stroke. This sent chills down Kelly's spine as she watched his head move up and down. She knew he hated this, which added to her pleasure. He continued with each Toe stinging his tongue as much as the first. The taste completely filled his mouth now and he could hardly keep from gagging. Occasionally, Kelly would lift her toes causing Mark's head to lift and he would have to bend back over to start licking again. It was a game to her, but to him it was sheer humility.

Suddenly a sound outside caused both of them to look up. It was the sound of Julie's car door closing. In a flash, Mark was seized by the giant Hand and brought up to meet the giant Face.

'Not a word to Julie about this,' Kelly hissed, waving her finger in front of him, 'Or else next time you won't live to tell about it.'

Mark was too shocked to say anything. He just wanted this nightmare to end. Kelly roughly placed him back inside the cage and locked the door just as Julie was putting the keys in the front door lock. She slid her feet inside her shoes just as Julie was opening the door. Julie took one look at Mark's expression and Kelly's and knew something had happened between the two.

'How'd it go?' she asked.

'Well,' Kelly said, looking over at Mark, 'I think he's learning some respect.' To avoid a lengthy discussion, Kelly grabbed her purse and said, 'Gotta run, but anytime you want me to baby-sit just call.'

Julie smiled, 'Goodbye Kelly, and thanks a bunch.' As Julie closed the door behind Kelly, she tried to decide if Mark had paid enough for his mistake.



Chapter 16

Julie turned and slowly approached Mark's cage. Mark's gaze was fixed on her as he could hear the rhythmic tapping of her heels on the hard wood floor. He began to feel nervous anxiety as she approached with her arms folded. As she got closer he could feel himself backing away almost from instinct. She stopped directly in front of the table and said nothing.

Afraid to look up at her expression, he kept his head bowed, fearing her next move. His experience with Kelly had left him feeling paranoid and self-conscious.

'You gonna make me keep you in there all day?' she asked in a flat tone of voice.

The words 'all day' echoed in his head and made him look up at her Face. Her serious expression locked onto his and he became frozen in place.

'You know, you don't make this whole thing any easier for me,' she continued, glaring down, arms folded. Puzzled by his silence, she leaned over slightly, as her eyes widened. 'You just going to stand there?'

He struggled to form words but found himself unable to say anything. His experience with Kelly was still clouding his mind.

'Hello?' she said, tapping the cage with her Fingers. 'I'm talking to you.'

Her Face was close enough to the cage that he could smell her breath as she spoke. He could also detect a slight smell of alcohol. To his recollection, he had rarely seen Julie drink. But as he looked closer at her Eyes, he noticed a slight glaze in them.

'Fine then! Have it your way,' she snapped, turning to walk away.

'Wait! Julie, don't go,' he finally blurted out.

Julie turned, staring down at him with her hands on her hips. 'Yes?' she sighed, showing her frustration.

Afraid to do anything else to further aggravate her, he fell to his knees and begged, 'Please, Julie, let me out of here. I'll do anything but please don't keep me in here.'

'Give me one good reason why I should,' she asked. The effects of the alcohol were showing.

'Because, Julie, I'm sorry and I'll be good from now on, I promise,' he pleaded.

Julie leaned down close to the cage pointing her finger. 'You made me very mad, did you know that?' She was taking full advantage of Mark's pleas and making him work for his freedom. A part of her was becoming very satisfied by this. 'You were very disrespectful to me and I think you owe me an apology.'

Realizing that it would be futile to try to explain his true motives, Mark gave in knowing it was his only hope to get out of the cage. 'You're right, Julie, and I'm so sorry. Please, it won't happen again.'

'You mean it?' she asked. His submission somehow felt validating. The fact that she had been drinking boosted her confidence, but Mark's begging and pleading somehow enhanced the feeling. She wasn't sure why, but also wasn't questioning it. Not ready to end it, she turned and walked to the kitchen.

Mark sprang up from his knees and pressed his face against the cold cage bars. 'Julie! Where are you going! Please, come back!'

Hearing his tiny voice screaming made Julie realize what it must have felt like for him to think that she was going to keep him in the cage. 'Oh, hold your horses, I'm coming back,' she said from the kitchen, trying to hold back a giggle. What a night, she thought as she reached for an opened bottle of wine in the refrigerator. First she had to wine and dine a disgruntled client, who was heavier on the wine and less of an eater. She couldn't even remember how many bottles of wine they drank. She thought it might be two but maybe it was three. She poured a glass, remembering how good it felt to close the deal, even though she had to get drunk to do it.

Mark could hear the refrigerator open and the sound of pouring liquid. He heard the clink of the glass bottle on the wineglass and realized what she was doing. Wasn't she drunk enough? he thought. But he dared not say anything now.

Julie returned and sat down on one of the chairs and stared, glossy eyed, at Mark as she took a sip of wine. Mark watched as the giant Fingers raised the huge glass to the enormous Lips. It looked like slow motion as the glass was slowly placed back on the table. He was a little scared to deal with Julie while she was drunk. He didn't really have much experience at it. At the moment all he could do was stare as she licked her lips.

'So you think you're ready to come out of there?' she asked, as if for the first time. She reached out and held the lock on the cage door between her fingers.

'Julie, you know I am. I've already apologized. What more do you want?' Mark replied, getting a little aggravated.

Julie could feel herself becoming lightheaded and for some reason, she kind of enjoyed toying with Mark like this. She knew all too well that he wanted out but she just wasn't ready to open the cage yet. Mark watched as the giant Fingers played with the lock wondering why she was hesitating. Then he remembered the last time that he saw Julie drinking, her attitude changed a little. She got a little more cocky and 'bitchy' that last time. Growing impatient, Mark finally blurted out, 'Come on Julie, open the damn door!'

Julie let the lock fall against the cage door and sat back, folding her arms. 'You're already on thin ice you know. Maybe you need to spend a little more time in there learning some respect.'

Mark couldn't fathom the thought of spending another minute in the cage and immediately fell to his knees. 'No, Julie, please. I've learned my lesson. I didn't mean to yell. It's just that I can't take it in here anymore. I'm going crazy.'

Watching Mark beg brought mixed feelings to Julie. She felt pity for his helplessness and dependence, but felt more satisfaction with her control and dominance over him. The wine had her lightheaded enough not to feel guilty about it either. 'Well, we'll just have to see how much you've learned,' she said, reaching for the key.

Mark watched as she slowly slipped the key into the lock and twisted. The click of the opening lock made him dart for the cage door in anticipation. The giant Fingers grabbed the bars and slowly opened the cage door, teasing him with freedom. Before Julie had a chance to change her mind, he climbed out of the door, falling flat on his face on the table next to the giant Hand. Julie couldn't help but giggle. The sight of this tiny man climbing out of a cage and falling next to her fingers was just too funny. Realizing that he wasn't hurt, she picked up the wineglass and took another sip. 'Careful now, this is expensive stuff,' she joked. Mark heard the wineglass tap the table, wishing that Julie would stop drinking and feeling totally humiliated. He stayed on his hands and knees, not wanting to face her. At least he was out of the cage and that's all that was important. 'Oh, come on now, I was just kidding. Your sense of humor didn't shrink with you did it?' she continued to tease. She surprised herself with some of the words she was using. For a brief moment, she wondered if she would act the same way sober, but it just didn't matter. 'Mark, look at me,' she said after realizing that Mark didn't find her jokes funny.

Mark gave no reply.

'Mark. Stop ignoring me and look at me.'

With that, he stood up and slowly raised his head to meet her stare. 'Why, so you can make fun of me some more?' he asked.

'Maybe,' she said, smiling.

This began to frustrate Mark. 'You really have no concept of what it's like to be this small,' he replied, hoping that if he could get her sympathy, she might leave him alone. 'Being slightly taller than your wineglass here and having a giant woman laughing at you is kind of embarrassing, but you don't seem to care about that.'

The smile left Julie's face. 'You're right, Mark, I don't know what it's like to be your size. But just remember this. I didn't make you small and if I didn't care, you'd be in some laboratory or in some freak show right now.' She began counting on her fingers. 'I give you food, shelter, protection and everything else you need. I don't have to, you know. Things could be a lot worse for you.' There was a moment of silence as they stared at each other. 'Do I have to state the obvious, Mark?'

'What do you mean?' he asked.

'What do I mean? Mark, you're no taller than 8". To you I must look 50 or 60 feet tall. Do you understand what I'm saying?'

'Julie, you have such a keen sense of the obvious. OK, so you're bigger than me.'

'Don't get smart with me. I'll throw you back in that cage in a heartbeat,' she said pointing her finger at him.

'Alright. Alright. I get the picture,' he said raising his hands.

'Do you? Because that's what I mean. I could do anything I want with you and there's really nothing you could do to stop me. Has that thought ever occurred to you?' she asked, feeling very self-confident at the moment.

Feeling a little scared, he replied, 'Of course it has, but I never thought you were like that.'

Julie felt a little challenged by that remark. Sober, she might have backed down. Intoxicated, she wanted to answer it. She wanted him to know who was in control. 'I don't know what I'm like anymore, Mark. Lately, I've started to feel good about myself, more in control of my life and the things around it.'

Mark wondered if 'lately' meant after he shrank and if he was one of those 'things'. He began to feel uneasy about what she was saying, burning to ask the questions but afraid of the answers. He was frozen as Julie continued to stare down at him.

'Don't worry, Mark. I'm not going to hurt you,' she reassured.

Something about her tone sent a chill down his spine. 'Why should I be worried about you hurting me?' he replied, trying to look relaxed.

'I don't know, you just look petrified standing there' she answered. She couldn't help but feel a sense of power looking at him so small in front of her.

'Its just that I've never heard you talk that way before.'

'Talk what way?' she answered, knowing full well what he meant.

'You know,' Mark said, feeling embarrassed, 'the stuff about doing whatever you want with me.'

Julie brought her face a little closer to Mark. 'I think you need to realize that more often. It might help you stay out of that cage.'

'It's just not fair for it to be that way. How would you like it if you were shrunk and I was normal?'

This was starting to feel like a game to Julie. 'You're right. I would hate it if I were the one who shrank. But you did. And it doesn't really matter if it's fair or not.' Julie raised the wineglass to her lips and let her words sink in. It was almost as if she couldn't control her responses. She was having fun countering all of his arguments.

Mark knew that Julie was talking this way because she was drunk but it still angered him that she thought this way at all, sober or not. 'So you agree with me then?' he tried to reason.

'Definitely,' she answered, amused by his attempt to use logic.

'I was worried there for a minute,' he said, hoping she would back off.

'But it doesn't change anything. I'm still the bigger one and that makes me in charge. You're the little one and that means you have to listen to me.'

'Look, I didn't ask to be like this and I don't think I need to be told what to do'

Anticipating his answer, Julie grabbed Mark around the waist and held him firmly.

'Hey, what's the big idea?' he said, in shock.

'Go ahead, you're free to go,' she said, teasing.

Mark struggled a little but couldn't budge the Fingers around him.

Julie smiled as she watched Mark squirm and sipped her wine with her other hand. Minutes went by in total silence with the two of them staring at each other.

Mark realized he was getting nowhere like this. Instead of backing down, she seemed to enjoy this. He had to think of another approach. Maybe if he just went along with her ideas, she'd get tired and go to bed. When the alcohol wore off in the morning, he hoped she'd just forget what happened. But the thought of just giving in to her was totally humiliating. Just the idea of her thinking she had 'won' was enough for him to resist but he had to swallow his pride this time no matter how much it hurt inside. Mark stopped squirming and lowered his head. Julie watched him, a little shocked by his reaction. She wondered if somehow he was finally listening to her.

'Julie, I... I don't know what got into me before,' he began, trying to sound sincere. 'I guess I'm just taking my frustrations out on you.'

Julie couldn't believe her ears. She knew the wine had influenced a few things that she said but she would have gotten drunk sooner if she'd thought it would work like this. Normally, this would be the point where she would start blaming herself and start apologizing, but the 'new' Julie didn't want to let this opportunity pass by. She began to feel a little excited by the whole thing. She also wanted to see if he really meant it.

With his head bowed, he waited for a response but heard nothing. He certainly didn't want to anger her so he continued, laying it on thick. 'I guess this whole thing is getting to me. You're totally right. You didn't ask to be the caretaker of some little man and I should be grateful for all that you've done for me. Instead, I've just got you angry with me, and I should be ashamed of myself.' With this, Mark lifted his head and look shyly at Julie.

Julie felt a tingle inside as Mark spoke. Hearing this little man speak to her this way made her feel so powerful. She was afraid if she showed her excitement, though, it would end. 'Well, I'm not mad right now, but you do have to realize your place.'

'I know Julie. I know. I mean, what am I thinking? You're a giantess to me. I can't even get out of your hand much less stop you from doing anything else to me. I should be trying to stay on your good side, if anything.'

The word 'giantess' rang out in her head. She had never thought of herself in that way. But it was just like the stories. Here she was holding a tiny man's life literally in her hands. It started to seem logical that he would eventually realize this, which gave more validity to his remarks. She needed a test though, something to prove his sincerity. Then she felt a slight aching in her foot and got an idea. If he were really being honest, he would gladly work on them with no argument. She remembered that she had shoes on all day in stockings, though, and wondered if that was asking too much. She'd have to find out.

'So you want to get on my good side, huh?' she asked, lifting him off of the table.

Shocked by the sudden movement, he stuttered, 'Y-Yes Julie, I really would.' At Eye level he could feel her breath pour over him as she spoke.

Getting up from the table, she walked over to the couch and sat down. Mark wondered what was going on. He heard the thumps and guessed it was her shoes hitting the floor. He turned his head and saw her giant Feet lift and come to rest on the coffee table. In his mind, he knew what was coming and tried to take advantage of the situation. 'Julie, if you put me on the coffee table, I'll rub your feet. But only if you want me too.'

Julie was pleasantly surprised by his offer. He was making this too easy for her. 'Well, if you really want to. But I have to warn you that I've been in stockings all day and I'm sure the smell won't be pleasant,' she said, testing him.

Mark remembered being trapped in her dirty stockings and wished he could retract his offer but knew this was a critical moment. He would have to go through with it. 'Well that's alright, I'm sure it won't be that bad.'

With that, Julie placed Mark on the coffee table. She lifted her foot up and pulled the stocking off. The smell hit her nose and she wondered if she should call the whole thing off. She looked at him, knowing he had to smell it when she rested it on the coffee table, but he didn't seem phased so she continued with the other foot. She watched intently for his next move.

Mark watched as the Foot raised up and the Hands pulled the stocking off. As the Foot moved toward him the smell hit his nose and he wanted to turn his head and give up, but remained still as if he didn't notice. The other Foot soon followed and came to rest next to the other one. He stared back at Julie's smiling face. She looked very interested in what he was doing. Mark walked over and stood directly in front of her giant Foot. He was eye to eye with the Toes. They wiggled a little bit and he heard a slight giggle from above.

Julie was now thoroughly enjoying this, test or no test. Watching Mark stand before her feet gave her such a sense of control. She almost wanted to push him off the table but just wiggled her toes and chuckled to herself.

Mark hesitated a moment, then reached out and stroked her big Toe. He could feel the roughness as he moved his hands all around the sides of her Foot. 'Julie, you really should take better care of your feet. Those shoes are tearing them up.'

'That's what I have you for,' she said playfully, again testing him to see if he would break.

Realizing he walked into that one, he continued with the ball of her Foot. The smell was overwhelming and he tried to take short breaths but it wasn't working. He would just have to put up with it. He kept thinking that if he did a good job and didn't upset her, she would relax and maybe fall asleep shortly.

Julie rested her head back and enjoyed the sensation. She felt a strange sense of pleasure from knowing that Mark was voluntarily rubbing her foot just to make her happy, knowing how bad her feet must smell. She was convinced of his sincerity now, but wasn't about to let this end.

Mark got on his knees to work her heel as he heard slight moans from above. He figured his idea was working and she'd be asleep shortly. Then he noticed something strange. As he knelt, he realized that he was becoming erect. He could feel it against the doll pants that he had on. This was confusing because he despised being Julie's footslave and was only doing this to make her leave him alone. But as he made his way to her arch, he began to feel slightly turned on. The doll pants were rough against him and he decided that it would be safe right then to remove them since Julie appeared to be almost asleep. This left him totally naked and he peeked to see if Julie had seen him. Luckily, she still had her eyes closed. His penis was totally erect now and he began thinking how weird this was. Could he possibly be getting off by rubbing Julie's giant smelly Feet? The Foot moved in front of him breaking his thoughts, and he figured he'd better continue before she got suspicious. As he rubbed the area under her Toes the sensation became stronger. He even noticed himself taking deeper breaths. Without thinking, he leaned over and gently kissed her pinky Toe.

Julie felt him pause for a moment and hear some ruffling. At first she wanted to look but really didn't care what he was doing as long as he continued. Eventually, curiosity got the best of her and she barely peeked noticing the doll pants next to her foot. At first she wanted to say something but figured that they were probably uncomfortable anyway and there was no harm done so she just wiggled her toes a little to get his attention. She loved how he was being gentle under her toes. It was such a rush thinking about his little hands on her feet. Then without notice, she felt something on her pinky toe that wasn't his hands. It felt like a kiss.

Realizing what he had done, he immediately stepped back, fearing that he had angered her. Julie quickly opened her eyes and saw a scared, naked Mark standing in front of her foot. She saw his erection but chose to ignore it. Instead, she said, 'It's OK Mark, I don't mind. It felt kind of nice, actually.'

'You're not mad at me?'

'Of course not. I'll only be mad if you stop,' she said smiling down at him.

Relieved by her reaction, he stepped closer to the Foot.

Julie leaned back and wondered if this could possibly feel any better. While she didn't try to explain it to herself, she was starting to feel excited as well at the thought of a tiny, naked man getting aroused by rubbing her feet. She just kept thinking that being a giantess definitely had its good sides.

Mark gently kissed the underside of each Toe. He stopped and actually rubbed his cheek on the big Toe. The smell was still strong but he found that he didn't mind it so much now. He moved back across each Toe stopping to caress and kiss each one. When he reached the pinky Toe again, he did something he never thought he would do. The kissing wasn't enough for him so he stretched out his tongue and licked. The taste stung just as it did with Kelly, but this time it was different. This time he had to continue. He found himself unable to control himself as he licked furiously at each Toe.

'Oh, Mark, that feels wonderful. Don't stop' Julie said as she moaned and moved her foot slightly.

Mark followed her movements and finally pressed himself completely against the Sole of the Foot, continuing to kiss and lick it. As he rubbed his body across her foot. Julie flexed her toes in delight.

'I can't believe how good you feel,' she whispered.

Mark continued until he was totally exhausted, stopping momentarily to catch his breath and gaze at the giant Feet in front of him. Part of him was wondering how he could do such a thing and another part wondered why he had stopped. One thing was for sure, his relationship with Julie had changed. He knew this would not be the last time this would happen. And now that Julie knew how far she could push him, she would surely push again. From above he heard a slight snore and realized that she had fallen asleep. Tired from all the activity, he lay down next to the Foot and quietly fell into a deep sleep. What was going to happen tomorrow, he thought.



Chapter 17

When he awoke, Mark was alone on the coffee table. Apparently, Julie had covered him with a towel, so she couldn't be too mad at him. As he thought about the previous night, he began to feel very insecure. The images of him kissing and licking Julie's giant toes filled his head. How could he have done such a thing, he thought. It seemed so degrading. Then he remembered her holding him as he stared into her drunken eyes. She seemed so confident as she stared back at him. He had rarely seen Julie like that. Usually she was much more reserved, much more passive. Well, he thought, at least she would be her normal self again this morning. He wondered what she must be thinking of him right now as he pulled the towel over himself. She would probably be embarrassed about the whole thing and apologize. She usually took the blame in situations like that. The thought made him smile. But given the choice, he hoped she wouldn't remember anything since she was drunk and he decided to act as if nothing had happened.

Julie was lying awake in her bedroom thinking about what had happened the night before. She could hardly believe it. It wasn't crystal clear, but she definitely remembered holding Mark in her hand listening to him complain about being small, then carrying him to the sofa and placing him on the coffee table. She smiled as she remembered his tiny kisses and tongue on her foot. She would never have done that sober but now that the ice was broken, she wondered if it would continue. Then the thought crossed her mind that she would be the one to make that decision. She was the 'giantess' after all. The thought made her giggle. She would have never thought she would see the day when Mark was naked at her feet, licking and kissing her toes. And it was all his idea. She couldn't describe it, but it gave her a powerful sense of security and confidence that she wasn't used to feeling. As she stretched, smiling about the whole ordeal, she wondered what Mark was doing. She remembered covering him with a towel so he wouldn't get cold.

It was then that the 'old' Julie started to show. She tried to imagine how he felt being so small and helpless, dependant on someone else for everything. And that someone else is a giantess, she thought, whose feet he has just serviced. Her eyes closed as she thought about how impossible it would be for her if she were the one who shrank instead of Mark. She breathed a sigh of relief, deciding that it was time to get up and check on him.

Julie tried to walk softly into the room, in case Mark was still sleeping, forgetting that very few things are quiet to someone so small.

Mark heard the small rhythmic 'booms' of her bare feet and sat up as she entered. He sat silent as Julie's giant form approached, feeling very self-conscious at the moment. He hadn't put his clothes back on, so he was naked under the towel and he was not used to feeling this way. Julie was wearing her silk nightshirt, which came down to her hips. He watched as her giant legs carried her toward him. He looked down at the giant Feet as images of himself kissing her toes went through his head. Then his eyes followed her legs up to her stomach. He was having a hard time making eye contact with her because he was too embarrassed. From the looks of it, she was only wearing panties underneath her nightshirt. Julie walked over to the couch and sat down, leaning forward toward him. Her hair rested softly against her cheeks as it slid forward when she leaned.

'Good morning,' she smiled. 'Sleep well?'

'I-It was alright,' he stuttered. 'Thanks for the towel.' He was really hoping that she wouldn't remember last night. Mark watched as saw Julie spotted his clothes next to him and realized why he held the towel so close around him.

Picking up the tiny doll clothes, she said, 'I really should wash these.'

'But what am I going to wear?' he asked desperately as he watched the giant Hand move his clothes out of reach.

'We'll find you something else, don't worry,' she answered, placing the clothes on the armrest. Leaning closer, she said softly, 'I really enjoyed last night.' She could see he was nervous and was trying to ease the situation.

A chill went through Mark's body as she said this. She remembered. But how much, he thought? 'Oh, last night,' he replied, emotionless, hoping she would drop it.

'Well, I can definitely say you got on my good side,' she said, giggling.

With that, Mark knew that she must have remembered everything. The embarrassment and humiliation he felt right then was overwhelming. She was supposed to be apologizing and taking blame, but instead she was complimenting him.

'It felt wonderful,' she continued. Julie was trying to ease Mark's tension, but instead was adding to it. Mark remained silent, looking down at the table.

'I've never had that done to me before,' she added.

'Oh, you mean you've never had a tiny man worship your feet before,' he said with a slight touch of sarcasm, more as a defense mechanism.

Julie covered her mouth as she laughed, 'You know what I mean. I just never knew that it could be so... ..relaxing.,' she added. Reaching out, placing her Finger under his chin, she gently lifted his head. 'And from the looks of it, you seemed to be having fun yourself,' she said smiling, as she tilted her head slightly.

As he stood there with Julie's Finger under his chin, he felt the turmoil build inside himself. There was no way he could admit to enjoying any of it to Julie. It was too much for him. He slid his head off of her Finger and stepped back. 'Well, it's not like I had a choice,' he shot back, knowing that this wasn't true.

Julie pulled her finger away swiftly. She was trying to make this easy for him, but now he was blaming her. 'What are you talking about? It was your idea to begin with,' she said, with an obvious change in tone.

Unwilling to admit he was wrong he continued, 'Oh, right, Julie. In case you haven't noticed, you're a little bigger than me.' He tried desperately to change the focus off of himself. He remembered that Julie would usually always take the blame at this point.

Julie leaned toward him, looking down. 'Now you listen to me. You practically begged to rub my feet and there's no way that you're going to tell me that I forced you to do anything.'

Mark tried to step back away from Julie, but the towel was stuck on the edge of the coffee table and fell out of his hands leaving him naked in front of her.

Julie knocked the towel away saying, 'I should have let you freeze.' Staring down at Mark, naked in front of her gave her a definite feeling of superiority.

Trying to act as unaffected as possible, Mark replied, 'Julie, you were drunk, how do you know WHAT you did?' He was trying desperately for anything.

This angered Julie, because she knew she was right and that Mark was lying. She wanted him to admit that he enjoyed servicing her feet or at least that it was his idea, but he only frustrated her by his denial.

With that, she reached out and grabbed him in her fist, pinning his arms against his sides, and brought him up to her Face. There was no chance for Mark to dodge the giant Fingers as he felt his arms pressed against him by her Knuckles. She was holding him tighter than normal. 'You know, Mark, I really tried to be nice to you this morning. I actually felt sorry for you and all you did was try to blame me for everything. I tried to open up to you and you tried to make me the bad guy. Not this time.' Julie got up and walked over to the cage. 'I really thought you learned your lesson the last time.'

Mark saw the cage and started squirming. 'No, Julie, no!' he protested.

Julie knew he hated the cage but was too angry to feel sorry for him and opened the door. 'You did this to yourself,' she said angrily as she dropped him into the cage and closed the door locking it behind her. Mark backed away in fear as Julie lowered her head closer to the cage. 'Maybe it's YOU who should remember how big you are,' she said pointing to him. After staring down at him for a few seconds in silence, she turned to walk toward her bedroom.

Mark sat naked in his cage, angry with himself because he couldn't control his temper and angry with Julie because she knew how much he hated being locked up and still she did it. And there wasn't a thing he could do to stop her. He sat in silence for a what seemed like an eternity until he heard the booming sounds of Julie's footsteps in the hall. He jumped to his feet hoping she was coming to let him out but was disappointed when she turned and walked into the kitchen. Dejected he turned to walk back to the other side of the cage when he heard a knock at the front door. Mark froze, startled and nervous. Julie didn't mention company to him.

His eyes followed Julie as she walked across the room to the front door. He waited in anticipation as she opened the front door and said 'Hi' to the visitor. His heart sank as he recognized the 'Hey girl' in return and his fears were verified as Kelly walked through the door. Mark's jaw dropped as he watched the two giant women hug. Within seconds, Kelly had turned her attention to Mark, handing her purse to Julie and walking over to the cage. Kelly leaned over, smiling.

'Well, well. Looks like the little guy's been giving you trouble again.'

Julie set the purse on a chair and joined Kelly next to the cage. Mark stood speechless, staring up at the two giantesses. Kelly's glare made him very uncomfortable. The thoughts of what she did to him the last time ran through his head. At least Julie was here this time.

'Kelly, I need to ask you for a favor,' Julie said.

'Sure. Anything,' Kelly replied, still bent over staring at Mark.

'I need to run across town to an appointment. Do you think you could stay a while and keep an eye on him?,' Julie asked, pointing down at Mark.

Without moving, Kelly replied, 'No problem, Julie. I'll take good care of him.'

The words struck Mark like a ton of bricks. 'But Julie!,' he yelled.

Kelly's expression turned to an intense stare, as she brought her finger to her lips. Julie had turned around and couldn't see what was going on between them.

'What, Mark?' Julie said, 'I have to go and Kelly's the only other person who knows about you. I won't be long.' Without waiting for a response, she grabbed her purse and headed for the front door.

Mark watched in terror as Julie gathered her things to leave. He looked back at Kelly, who was looking down, as if she were daring him to speak, and by the time he looked back, Julie was closing the door behind her. As he slowly turned back to face Kelly, she was standing with her arms folded, smiling.

'Looks like it's just you and me now, little guy,' she said, teasing.

'Look, Kelly, you just stay away from me. Leave me alone,' he said, raising his hands as he watched her looking over toward the bookshelf for the key to the cage.

Ignoring his requests, Kelly thought out loud, 'Oh, here they are,' as she grabbed the keys and bent over the cage, unlocking the door.

Mark trembled as he watched the giant Fingers remove the lock and slowly open the cage door. Her Hands were not as soft as Julie's and not as well manicured.

'I think Julie wants me to stay in here,' he proclaimed. It was a desperate attempt.

'And I think you should get out here. Now!' Kelly replied, exerting her authority. No little man of Mark's size was going to defy her.

Afraid of aggravating her further, Mark reluctantly climbed out of the cage and stood on the table, feeling completely vulnerable. Straight ahead of him was Kelly's Stomach, which was exposed below her belly-shirt. She giggled as she watched him stare at her navel, thinking how much fun it would be to have a full-time little man like Mark around her house.

'Miss me?' she asked sarcastically.

'Like the plague,' he answered, continuing to look straight ahead at her tanned stomach.

Kelly knelt down, bringing her face level with the table, directly into Mark's view. 'You know, you really need to work on that attitude. At your size, it could get you into trouble,' she said, condescendingly.

Mark just stood silent, feeling totally inferior at the moment.

'Besides, unless you want to stay that way, I think you should show me a little more respect,' she added.

'What do you mean? Have you found the cure?' Mark said, straightening up.

'Well maybe. It worked on the lab rats, so it should work on you,' Kelly laughed and her own unintentional reference to him as a rat.

Mark didn't care about her jokes at the moment. 'Where is it? Give it to me!' he shouted.

'My, aren't we demanding,' she said, patronizing him, as she rose to her feet. 'A little guy like you should remember his place. A little courtesy wouldn't hurt either,' she continued, smiling down at him.

It took all the strength Mark had not to blow up, but he knew if had any chance at all, he had to play it Kelly's way. 'OK, Kelly, may I please have the cure? Sorry I snapped at you, but things are a little stressful for me right now.' He tried to remain calm even though a tidal wave of anger was building inside.

'That's better,' she said, reaching out her hand and grabbing Mark in her fist, lifting him off the table, 'but I'm still not convinced.' Mark had no time to respond as her giant Fingers wrapped themselves around him. Her grip was much rougher than Julie's was when she handled him. Just the idea of being held in Kelly's hand, in her control, was upsetting. Her words rang in his ears as he realized it wasn't going to be easy. Kelly then lowered him to the ground and released him next to her Foot. She was wearing black open-toed 2" heels. He couldn't help but stare at them, so huge next to him, but could hear the giant laughter from above. 'I see you have missed me, after all,' she said, lifting her shoe and tapping him with it, knocking him to the ground.

Mark couldn't jump out of the way quickly enough as the giant Shoe lifted and headed toward him. The force felt like a wall hitting him, as he fell backward.

'You Bitch!' he yelled as he lay on his back staring up at Kelly, 'why did you do that?'

Kelly turned positioning Mark between her feet and bent down so that Mark was staring up at her through her legs, her crotch in view along the way. 'Because I wanted to, that's why. And there's not a damn thing you can do to stop me, is there?'

Mark just lay in silence, staring up at her, feeling scared.

'I asked you a question,' she continued.

'No, ' he answered, if only to make her stop tormenting him.

Kneeling down with Mark between her feet, knowing he could see up her skirt, but too afraid to even move, fed Kelly's sense of domination over him. Knowing she had made her point, she rose to her feet and walked over to the chair and sat, placing her purse on her lap. Mark rose after a few seconds, and reluctantly followed her, hating the fact that he had to depend on her, and play her game, for the cure.

Kelly dug through her purse for a few seconds, pretending to ignore Mark standing in front of her, trying to keep his distance. She loved having him follow her around. She loved it even more knowing how much he hated it. Mark watched impatiently as Kelly sifted through her purse. He watched the giant Hand emerge holding a bottle of pills. A shiver went down his spine at the idea that it might all be over soon. He couldn't control himself.

'Is that it? Come on Kelly, this isn't funny. Is that the cure?' he asked desperately as he walked closer, standing close to her Feet staring up at her.

Kelly shook the bottle, 'Yep, this is the stuff.' She looked at the pathetic little man on the floor, begging her to restore him. A wave of power came over her. At this point she knew she not only had physical dominance over Mark, but mental as well.

'But maybe I shouldn't let you take it. It is experimental,' she said looking at the bottle and dropping it into her purse.

His heart sank as he heard the bottle drop. 'No, Kelly. I'll take my chances. Please, I can't stay like this any more. I've got to try something, anything,' he pleaded, knowing this is what Kelly wanted him to do, but not caring about that at the moment.

'Well, like I said, I'm not convinced,' she replied calmly, slowly slipping her foot out of her shoe and pushing it aside. Mark took a step back as the giant Foot slid out of the Shoe and watched as the Toes pushed the Shoe aside effortlessly, a feat that would take him hours. The smell of her Foot hit his nose as he turned his head to the side.

Kelly watched in delight from above, knowing he got her message. 'And if you complain even once, you're gonna be that way for a long time,' she said sternly, basking in the thought that, to him, she had the power to restore him or keep him that way.

Mark swallowed hard. He knew it would take an impossible amount of self-control to stay calm and do what she wanted. But what choice did he have? She held his future in her hands and he had to comply with her wishes if he ever wanted to be normal again. The giant Toes wiggled in front of him as the other Foot slid out of it's Shoe. He could also detect a slight layer of moisture on her Feet, which must have been sweat from being inside the shoes. Two giant bare Feet were now before him, belonging to the woman he hated most. The humiliation was almost enough to make him refuse at the risk of remaining shrunken but as the scent from them filled his nostrils, he dismissed any thought of disobeying. He looked up to see Kelly smiling. He could see that she was loving this whole scene. So before he lost his nerve, he slowly stepped forward and got down on one knee in front of her Toes. Kelly took a deep breath as she watched him kneel before her feet. She watched as he slowly lowered his head and kissed her big toe as she leaned her head back in delight. Mark knelt, struggling desperately inside with the whole idea and reluctantly lowered his head to kiss her Toe. The taste of her sweat stung his lips just like the last time, but he knew he would have to tolerate it. He closed his eyes as he extended his tongue. He cringed as he licked her Toe, tasting the salty sweat.

'That's nice, Mark, you're very talented. You should just stay that size and go into business,' Kelly teased. 'Don't forget the side,' she continued as she watched Mark's head turn to the side of her toe and continue licking. Having him follow her orders added icing to the already intoxicating situation.

Mark had barely taken a few licks when he heard Kelly's direction. He decided that it was imperative that he not give her the opportunity to find fault, so he complied immediately. He continued with each Toe, slowly progressing so that he would only have to do it once. As he moved to the second Toe, he began thinking that if he could somehow muster the energy to actually please Kelly, it would be enough to make her give him the pill sooner. If he continued half-heartedly, the she might drag it out longer. So, he stopped and began licking between her big Toe and second Toe. This was unexpected to Kelly, and she quickly let out a soft moan. She spread her toes slightly so he could get deeper. The smell was stronger here, but he continued, feeling like he was gaining some ground. Kelly realized what was happening as Mark buried his head between her toes. She smiled to herself, knowing that he was actually trying to please her. It didn't matter that he had an ulterior motive. It just made her feel more excited.

Mark covered each Toe carefully with kisses, licking them all over and getting between them as much as he could. It got a little easier once he got used to the taste and smell. Each Toe was a little different. The skin was soft just above the toenail, but some had rough skin on the sides of the toenail. He bit gently on the rougher skin hearing Kelly giggle above as he did so. In some strange, desperate way, he felt like he was maintaining a sense of control. She wasn't giving direction any more and he was basically being allowed to do whatever he wanted. Deep down, it was a hopeless grasp at dignity in a totally humiliating situation. The one thought that kept him going was the image of himself restored to his normal size. If this is what it took, then he would have to sacrifice. Finally, he reached her pinky Toe. He gave it a little extra attention, hoping he had maybe done enough.

Kelly watched him intently, biting her bottom lip. This was even better than the last time. But it wasn't enough yet. She decided to test him further. As he finished, and sat back on his knees, he took a deep breath and looked over the Toes that he had just serviced, with the taste of them fresh in his mouth.

'Well, did you enjoy yourself?' Kelly asked coyly.

Fighting the urge to get angry, Mark decided that he'd better lie and say what she wanted to hear. 'Actually, Kelly, I like your feet,' he said, still unable to look up at her.

'They weren't too sweaty for you?' she pushed.

'No, the sweat actually made it a little easier,' he replied. It incensed him that he had to lie just to flatter her like this, but he was afraid to anger her.

Kelly knew he didn't mean it but it didn't matter. Hearing Mark praise her feet was enough.

As he continued to kneel and stare at her Toes, he noticed them lifting up off of the ground slowly. Eventually, the whole front of her Foot was as high as his head with her Toes pointed slightly upward. His head fell back as he looked up at her Face over her Toes.

'Well, don't let me interrupt,' she said, obviously enjoying the entire exchange.

It was clear what she wanted and he had no other choice but to comply. So, he lay on his back and slid under her Toes. He felt the sweat mark from her foot as his back stuck to the floor. This was pushing him to the edge. It was one thing to be on top of her Toes, but to be under them was too much. He lay quietly, with his eyes closed, as Kelly lowered her Toes over him. He could feel the heat as they approached. Struggling to maintain, self-control, he lifted his head slightly and licked the underside of her Toe. Kelly drew a deep breath as she felt his tongue on her toe. Looking down at Mark under her toes, knowing she could press down at any moment and crush him, was pure, raw power. She couldn't help but press down softly, to make this point to him. She sat back and relaxed as she felt him moving under her foot, from toe to toe. The heat from Kelly's Foot was making Mark sweat now as well as her Toes. This made the taste even stronger. But he continued to kiss and lick as intently as before, with the same goal in mind. Maybe if he gave her enough she would give him the pill. Her Toes were different underneath. The tips were a little rougher and required more licking to moisten them while the rest was very soft. The balls of her Feet were rough as well. She obviously didn't use moisturizer like Julie. As he peered through her Toes, he could see her reaching for the pill bottle. He felt a chill as he saw her empty a few into her Hand. It was working. It would soon be over. She lowered her Hand toward her Foot, but Mark was trapped and couldn't get out from under it.

'Here they are. One should do the trick,' she teased, knowing he was stuck. 'Not ready for them yet, huh?' she continued, shaking them in her hand.

'No, Kelly, I'm ready, please,' he begged, as he tried desperately to slide out.

Ignoring him, she closed her hand and shrugged, 'Well, maybe later, I guess, I'll let you keep going if you want.'

Just as Mark was about to protest, he noticed one of the pills slip out of her Hand and fall. He looked back up to see if she noticed, but apparently hadn't. Returning the pills to the bottle, she sat back, relaxing as she had before. It was torture knowing that one of the pills was out there and he couldn't get to it. Realizing it was his only chance, he began licking and kissing, more furiously than ever. Anything to get out from under her Foot.

Kelly was in ecstasy. Having Mark work so hard for her pleasure was overwhelming. Her foot was tingling from his actions. She knew then that he must have seen the pill drop. Gently, she lifted her foot. Mark slid out, covered with his own sweat as well as the sweat from her foot. As he freed himself from her Foot prison, he stood up as Kelly lowered her Toes to the ground.

'Wow, Mark, you're like a little foot machine. Once you get going, you don't stop,' she said, knowing he hated the reference.

He spotted the pill next to her ankle and knew he must bear whatever came next in order to get it. Then it disappeared as Kelly, moved her Foot over it. He looked up and it didn't appear that she knew what she did. He had to keep her occupied. Forgetting his pride, he looked up at her and said, 'Well, I was starting to get into it.' It was making him sick to talk this way, but he had no choice.

'Really?' Kelly replied sarcastically, trying to make him crack, 'You mean to tell me that you actually enjoyed doing that to my feet? Even though they're all sweaty and smelly?'

'Well, the way I look at it is that at my size, I don't really have any choice in the matter. I have to listen to you. You're a giantess to me. So I might as well enjoy it, right?' he lied, ready to say anything she wanted.

Kelly enjoyed his praises, even if they weren't sincere. The effort excited her. Now she was ready for a different kind of fun. She rolled the pill around under her foot making sure it was covered in her sweat.

'Well, Mark, it's about time you realized that. And just to show you I'm not all bad, I'm going to the bathroom, and when I get back, you can do the other foot,' Kelly laughed as she got up and walked to the bathroom with her purse.

He exhaled as she walked away, turning to see the pill, still in its place. He ran over to it and picked it up, looking around to make sure that Kelly didn't see him. It was as big as the palm of his hand but he had to try to eat it some how. It smelled like her Feet now but that didn't matter. He bit off a huge chunk. It almost gagged him. It was bitter to begin with, but mixed with her foot taste, it was sickening. It didn't matter. He forced as much as he could in without vomiting until the whole pill was gone. It would finally be over, he thought. A feeling of great relief came over him as he sat down and smiled, having outsmarted Kelly. Soon, he heard her footsteps coming up the hallway. She walked back over to the couch and sat down over Mark, placing her feet in front of him. She didn't see the pill anymore and realized he must have eaten it. She knew how disgusting it must have been.

'Well, I'm ready for the other foot now. You may continue,' she said.

Mark had newfound confidence. 'Are you out of your mind? Do you think I actually enjoyed that?' Mark proclaimed, as he emerged and stood on the floor in front of her. 'I wouldn't touch those feet again to save my life,' Mark yelled, laughing out loud.

Playing along, Kelly replied, 'What do you mean? You heard me. Now do as I say.'

Mark turned confidently, 'Go to hell, bitch!' as he walked away.

'Well, at least that pill does something, even if its just a confidence builder,' Kelly shot back, laughing.

Mark froze in his tracks, realizing that she had planned the whole thing. He turned to face Kelly, feeling the anger build inside him. She had duped him again. How could he have been so naive. Without thinking, he charged her Foot, jumping on top, pounding with all his might.

Kelly watched as Mark ran to her and started beating on her Foot. She laughed louder, knowing how frustrated he must be. The pounding was minor, she barely felt it over the satisfaction she was feeling. Finally, she jerked her foot, causing him to slide off onto his back. He was visibly shaken by the whole experience. Kelly lifted her foot and placed it on top of Mark. Mark yelled and protested with no effect. She pressed down harder until he stopped yelling. Mark stared up at Kelly with even more hatred than before. He wiggled but it was no use. He was trapped again under her Foot.

'Let me tell you something, little man,' she said forcefully, pointing down at him, 'If I decide to restore you, it'll be when I decide, not you. Got it? Am I clear? And at the rate you're going, it's going to be a long, long time. Besides, I think Julie's just getting used to you this way.'

Her words hit hard to Mark. As much as he was afraid of Kelly, she was right. He was at the mercy of two giantesses, depending on one for the cure and on the other for care. He had noticed some changes in Julie as well, but wasn't about to give in to either of them.

'Now, kiss and make up and tell me how sorry you are,' she ordered.

Mark looked at the Toes on top of him, over his face. He felt the pressure increase until he was forced to lift his head and kiss her Toe.

'What else?' she asked.

Again the pressure continued until Mark finally broke, 'I'm sorry for yelling at you and calling you a bitch.'

Kelly lifted her foot off of Mark as she watched him lay there. 'Apology accepted, but don't forget your place again, do you hear me?,' she added.

'Yes,' he replied, hoping it would all just end.

Just then, they heard Julie's car door slam outside. Kelly quickly scooped up Mark and brought him over to the cage. She placed him inside and locked the door, just as Julie was opening the front door. Kelly leaned over and whispered to Mark as he lay on the cage floor, 'Remember, not a word, or you'll pay.'