Small Matters Underfoot

By Moldy

John was walking down the street one fine spring day when he noticed a beautiful tall woman trying to unload some large packages from a van. He stopped and offered a hand. She gladly accepted. The packages were fairly heavy and he was surprised at how easily she handled them. Well, he thought, she probably is about 6'-6" in her high heels, and she definitely looks like she works out.

As they ascended to her second floor apartment she turned and shouted, "My name is Miranda. What's yours?" Her dark eyes met John's making him swoon just a little.

"My name's John! Pleased to meet you Miranda." Boy did he mean it.

She turned back around and climbed the stairs giving John an opportunity to watch her lovely heart shaped ass rhymthmicly swing from side to side.

The van had quite a few boxes in it and John spent the better part of a half hour helping her. They met at the van to see one box left. Miranda asked him to get inside the van, that she was an art collector and wanted to show him what was in the box. At this point John would have gone anywhere she told him, even into a den of vipers if she asked nicely with her gorgeous smile and flip of her long black hair.

John climbed in saying sarcastically, "I've been known to appreciate many art forms". This was met with a chuckle from her as she hopped in behind him. She swung the van doors closed and turned on an overhead light. She then opened the box and removed a large crystalline object caressing it in her large shapely hands. She lowered her eyes and seemed to concentrate on a spot on the floor between John's feet.

John asked, "So what's so special about this crystal besides it's size?"

"It's been in my family for many hundreds of years. My descendants were gypsies from Eastern Europe. Legends tell of special powers that the crystal holds for persons of certain lineage in my family."

"Don't tell me", quipped John, "you're the seventh daughter of the seventh daughter."

Miranda shot a piercing glance at him. "Yeah, something like that. Anyway I thought you might like to see things from a new perspective"

"What do you mean?" asked John. But she did not reply and lowered her eyes again to the spot between his feet and then......

"Hey what happened?" John looked around him. Everything looked very strange. Then he heard a deafening laugh.

He whipped around to see a huge sandaled foot about 100 feet away from him. The foot had to be about 50 feet wide. He followed the foot up the long pant leg to see two legs join at some shapely hips some 300 feet in the air and eventually up to her face which was peering down over her huge swell of breasts.

Miranda peered down at her now miniscule helper and reveled in a job well done. She had visualized John as being one half inch tall standing in a spot between her feet. She had done it. The crystal had worked on a man. She had practiced with many inanimate objects in the past with varying degrees of success.

John was baffled, scared and just plain confused all at once. "How did you do this? Is this really happening to me?" He looked up and saw the lovely brunette giantess bend down and reach a huge hand towards him. She played with him a little, pushing him around with her long fingernail of her index finger.

"Hey, stop that! You'll squash me!" shouted John. Then he realized that this wasn't a dream and this gorgeous woman had shrunk him down to the size of an insect, and that no matter how loud he yelled he most probably wouldn't be heard by anybody.

Miranda rested her fingernail of her index finger upside down next to John and commanded him, "GET ON OR I'LL SQUASH YOU!" John complied quickly and jumped into the cup shape underside of her fingernail. She raised him up to her eye level and John was flattened by the huge crush of gravity he felt almost making him sick. "OH SORRY ABOUT THAT. I'LL HAVE TO GO SLOWER NEXT TIME. WELL IF YOU HAVEN'T GUESSED IT YET, YOU ARE MY SLAVE FOR LIFE. HOWEVER LONG THAT IS. IN YOU GO."

Miranda dumped him into a pill box and snapped the cover shut. She tucked the small pill box and its tiny occupant in her cleavage and picked up the last box with the crystal inside it. After unpacking all the boxes she thought of her little captive and pulled the pill box out from between her generous breasts. She opened the tiny box and peered inside at its equally tiny occupant.

"WELL, LOOKS LIKE YOU'RE STILL ALIVE. THAT'S GOOD. I'D HAVE NO FUN IF YOU'D HAVE DIED ALREADY. WE'LL SAVE THAT FOR LATER." Miranda added, "THE MORE OBEDIENT YOU ARE THE LONGER YOU WILL LIVE."

John squinted at the sudden light that washed into his prison and covered his ears at the sound of Miranda's booming voice.

"LETS SEE, I THINK YOU NEED TO BE SMALLER FOR MY NEEDS" She dumped him unceremoniously out of the pill box onto the kitchen floor. "FIRST I THINK I'LL GET COMFORTABLE".

Miranda kicked off her sandals and quickly pulled off her blouse and slacks. Her body was like nothing John had ever seen. Although she looked extremely gargantuan to him her proportions were incredible. She stood at a distance from him purposely so he could take in the glory of her half naked body in a non-foreshortened manner. Her pink lace bikini bra and panties stood out on her tanned olive skin.

Miranda had been blessed with a beautiful tall body but she had improved on her 6'-3" frame by incessant workouts. Her legs were rock hard as were her stomach and arms. Her ass was a thing of beauty. She loved working on it and it showed. It was rock hard and very curvaceous. Her breasts, her thighs , firm despite her age of 32. She wasn't huge or gross looking just sleek and strong. Another one of her favorite past times was to file, paint and grow her fingernails and toenails long. She especially loved the dark red color she was wearing now.

John was in total awe as Miranda stripped in front of him. He was hoping she would remove her bra and panties too but she didn't. He forgot about his desperate plight for a short while as he surveyed her gorgeous body. She stood there on display for well over two minutes. Then he looked straight ahead of him at her feet and toes. They were probably half a mile away from him at his scale but still looked amazingly huge at his one half inch height. He thought back at when he first met her, noticing that she had very large feet, although beautiful with long darkly painted toenails. He guessed they were size 11. Oh well, he thought, tall trees need a big root system or they'll fall over.

Now John saw Miranda hold the crystal one more time and her gaze fixed down on him. Her eyes closed and then.....

He looked around and things looked even bigger, Miranda looked even bigger. She stepped towards him. Her right foot landed so her toes nearly missed him. "OH YES, YOU ARE ABOUT 1/4 OF AN INCH TALL NOW MY LITTLE MAN. PERFECT FOR MY NEEDS." Her voice boomed even louder and lower in tone in John's ears.

He fell back when she stepped near him making the floor shake violently. He lay on his back looking up at this dark haired goddess in utter amazement. Her long toenails hung out over the ends of her toes. John was overshadowed by the toenail of her big toe on her right foot. Her big toe alone was probably 20 feet tall. He gazed up at the underside of her toenail and thought of the strange events that led up to this moment.

"OKAY, NOW WE'RE GOING TO PLAY A GAME. YOU RUN WHILE I TRY TO STOMP YOU." She then lifted her big toe and moved it over John and started to lower it down, down slowly. John got on his feet and sprinted for the nearest daylight. Miranda watched from her vantage, her big toe lowering down over her hapless little slave and felt utter ecstasy wash over her whole body. She loved being in control. She often opted to be on top for intercourse, but this was really being on top. Then she saw a tiny speck flee from beneath her ever lowering toe, at that instant she thumped her toe down with tremendous force. This knocked John off his feet in a tumble. Satisfied with her tiny slave's performance, Miranda said, "YOU PASSED THE ENTRANCE EXAM. YOU'RE A KEEPER. THIS IS YOUR NEW HOME ON WHEELS."

She reached over to the kitchen counter and retrieved another small pill box, opened it and spilled its contents into her enormous palm. With great care she picked up the mite-sized car between the fingernails of her index finger and thumb and placed it on the floor near John's tiny speck sized figure. "GET IN IT", she insisted.

John watched as her immensely huge fingers lowered a tiny car, a Matchbox car down next to him. He ran over to it and climbed inside a replica of a '67 Chevy Camaro through the open window Dukes of Hazzard style.

"I SHRUNK THIS TOY CAR SO I COULD KEEP MY SLAVES IN SOMETHING I COULD PICK UP FAIRLY EASILY. HOPE YOU LIKE MY TASTE IN MUSCLE CARS. BUT I SUPPOSE YOU HAVEN'T A CHOICE IN THE MATTER." The last sentence she added with a haughty heir. "HMM, I WONDER..."

Miranda raised her big toe again and lowered it quickly on top of the tiny Camaro. John peed his pants as he realized how trapped he was inside the toy car. "@!#$!" he said. "This is probably it. Oh well better get it over with than suffer this humiliation anymore." But John was actually strangely enjoying himself up until this point when a feeling of impending doom was overcoming him along with Miranda's giant toe overhead.

He watched her flesh press down on his tiny car. Her skin had very distinct ridges in it, her toe prints (analogous to finger prints) looked like the long meandering rows of a plowed field. The car's roof creaked and curved inward. John crouched in the plastic seat and swore at the toy car makers for making these plastic seats so uncomfortable.

Miranda felt the tiny car under her giant big toe. She didn't want to crush it. She just wanted to feel it snug under her control. She could add just a little more weight and it was crunch time. But she didn't. She just savored the feeling of the tiny car under her toe and the helpless little man inside it. How scared he must be knowing that anytime he might be meeting his maker. She came several times feeling all this power wash over her. After about five minutes she raised her toe off the little car and reached down to pick it up off the floor.

John was startled by the light of day once again. He looked around at the car's structure. It was amazingly intact. Just as he was marvelling on this ,Miranda's gigantic fingernails closed in on the sides of the car and John was once again vaulted skywards.

"WELL MY LITTLE PET, WAS IT AS GOOD FOR YOU AS IT WAS FOR ME? I DOUBT IT, BUT WHY SHOULD I CARE. YOU NOW EXIST TO SERVE MY NEEDS ONLY. WHEN I AM FINISHED WITH YOU I MIGHT RESTORE YOU TO NORMAL SIZE IF YOU'VE BEEN A GOOD SLAVE. IF NOT I WILL CHOOSE HOW YOU WILL PERISH."

John curled up in the car which was placed on the innersole of the sandals she wore that day. Her closet was filled with strappy sandals and open toed shoes. Seems like she liked to show off her feet. John didn't mind, they were gorgeous. A titanous figure loomed in the closet doorway.

"GOODNIGHT JOHN. SEE YOU IN THE MORNING. WE'VE GOT LOTS TO DO YOU AND ME, YOU BET!"

She called me by my name, thought John. There might be hope yet for her to restore me to my normal size. Comforted by this thought and also the salty foot odor emanating from Miranda's sandal he fell asleep and dreamed of the next day's possibilities.

The next morning came too swiftly for Miranda. She had dreamed that she had shrunk an army of men and held them in the palm of her hand. That was a great dream. It got even better when she had stepped on a whole platoon with her big toe alone. "They were so small", she remembered. Her thoughts returned to John. "I hope he's still in the car. If he isn't I'll get another one, no matter."

John awoke about an hour before Miranda had. He still couldn't believe his situation. He climbed out of the car, off her sandal and was walking around her closet aimlessly looking in disbelief at the immense world surrounding him. Then he heard Miranda stirring. "Holy crap, I better get back to the car or she stomp me to mush". John said this out loud but didn't realize it. He ran for about a half mile at his scale before reaching the sandal. He hoisted himself up onto it and looked for the car...

It wasn't there!! He looked over at the other sandal. There it was. He was on the wrong sandal. Just as he realized this Miranda opened the closet door and reached down for the tiny car. As she did she said, "YOU BETTER BE IN HERE OR I'LL SQUASH YOU WHEN I FIND YOU". John watched in utter horror as she picked the car up. He was jumping up and down wildly waving his arms but she didn't see him. "YOU LITTLE BASTARD! YOU'RE DEADMEAT. JUST WAIT UNTIL I GET MY HANDS ON YOU; OR SHOULD I SAY FEET." In her anger she sqeezed the tiny car between her thumb and index finger, crushed it flat and threw it away. "WELL I'LL JUST HAVE TO GET ANOTHER SLAVE BOY." She put on one sandal, the one that John was not occupying, and bent down to fasten the buckle around her ankle.

Just then she spied John waving and jumping wildly on her other sandal. "SO THERE YOU ARE. DIDN'T LIKE MY ACCOMMODATIONS HUH?" She then started to slide her bare foot into the sandal. "HOPE YOU LIKE THESE ACCOMMODATIONS THEN", She sneered sarcastically.

A huge wall of flesh was advancing towards John at breakneck speed. So fast he had no time to get away, just duck for cover. Luckily for him Miranda's second and third toes were raised up as she slid her sandal on. They passed over him like a giant menacing cloud does over a prairie shanty before a violent storm. Her toes then dropped to the surface of the sandal's innersole trapping John under the arch of her second toe. "THERE THAT'S BETTER, DON'T YOU THINK JOHN. JOHN? JOHN! WELL I GUESS HE MUST HAVE HAD A PRESSING ENGAGEMENT." Miranda laughed out loud at her own corny joke and peered down at her destructive foot and flexed her toes upward.

John saw the vast roof of his prison lift into the air. He seized the opportunity and sprinted out from under her toes and clear off the edge of her sandal. He fell with a whump and lay writhing in pain on his back. Miranda looked down in disbelief.

"MY GOD, YOU'VE GOT NINE LIVES LITTLE MAN. I GUESS YOU DESERVE A SECOND CHANCE. NOW COME HERE WE'VE GOT LOTS OF WORK TO DO."

She lowered her index finger with fingernail cupped upwards so John could climb in. A little tougher of a climb this time though. She took her tiny captive audience to the den which doubled as a workout room and rummaged through a closet of what seemed to be toys. John thought this was odd. A thirty something woman with toys in her closet. Either she has kids that she hasn't introduced to him or she was just plain strange. John soon found out that the latter was true.

"HOW DO YOU LIKE MY TOY COLLECTION LITTLE FELLA? YOU'RE PROBABLY WONDERING WHY I HAVE SO MANY TOYS. WELL BEFORE I FOUND OUT I COULD SHRINK MEN I PRACTICED ON THESE TOYS TRUCKS, CARS AND SO ON. I ALWAYS IMAGINED THAT LITTLE MEN WOULD BE INSIDE THE CARS THAT I SHRANK TO THE SIZE OF GRAINS OF SAND. AND THAT THEY WOULD BE LOOKING UP AT ME IN SHEER TERROR. THE LAST THING THEY WOULD SEE WOULD BE THE UNDERSIDE OF MY BIG TOE AS IT ENDED THEIR PATHETIC LITTLE LIVES."

As she recited this John noticed a far away transfixed look in Miranda's eyes. This made John very scared. He knew just what she meant to do. And he was powerless to stop her. "Where's a cell phone when you need one dammit!!" John was talking to himself again. He didn't care, who would hear him anyway. Miranda picked up a Radio control Dodge Charger and set it along with the controller on the floor at her feet. "YOU STAY HERE."

She dumped John out of her fingernail and onto the toenail of her right big toe. John looked up at his gargantuan captor, relishing her body with his eyes. She wore see thru bikini underwear. Yowzers she was hot!! Miranda lifted her crystal off it's perch on the bookcase and looked down at the car at her feet. Concentrating on the difference in size that she observed between it and John on her toenail she closed her eyes and..... the car and the controller were shrunken.

"OK JOHN, GET OFF MY FOOT. YOU'LL HAVE TO DO THIS YOURSELF. YOU SEE WHAT I HAVE GIVEN YOU? ITS A RADIO CONTROL CAR THAT YOU CAN CONTROL YOURSELF. YOU CAN USE IT TO GET AWAY FROM ME. IF YOU DO GET AWAY FROM ME I WILL RESTORE YOU TO NORMAL SIZE. NOW GO!!"

John looked around him. Why bother. He could never get away from her. Oh well she did say I would live longer if I did cooperate with her games. He then made his way towards the knuckle of her big toe. He passed onto her lower instep and travelled down her foot to her small toe. John hopped down to the toenail of her small toe and measured the distance to the floor with a look. About ten feet he thought, and he dropped to the floor without incident.

"HURRY UP, I'M GETTING IMPATIENT." She flexed her toes and scared the Dickens out of John. He sprinted to the controller, collected it and climbed into the car.

"Alright baby, lets go for a ride. Beep beep, beep beep, yeah!! Man I wish I had some tunes." Just as he was preparing to take off he noticed another strange sensation and a change in surroundings take place. He climbed out of the car and looked around. He couldn't believe it. Everything was even bigger. Especially Miranda. She stepped near him and his car so her toes towered over him like the rock of Gibraltar. The floor quaked and heaved and John was knocked to his feet. He looked up from his prone position to see her gorgeous body stretching above him for what seemed like impossible dimensions. Her big toe was the size of a mountain and lay directly in front of him. He looked up at the underside of her long overhanging toenail and was astounded at her sheer size and beauty at the same time. The giantess spoke.

NOW I AM LIVING MY FANTASY. I WANT YOU TO WANDER IN AND AMONGST MY TOES FOR AS LONG AS I AM AMUSED.

This went on for hours. John wandering around her gargantuan toes gawking at her beauty from the vantage point of a grain of sand. Miranda watched as the tiny speck meandered around the toes of her right foot. She lifted and lowered her toes in order to startle her tiny admirer as well as to enhance her feeling of immense and total power over him. She grew tired of this game after about an hour and said RUN RABBIT RUN.

Immediately John knew what she meant. He sprinted out from between her big and second toes and climbed into the car and took off. Miranda played with him for another hour, blocking his way with her foot, her big toe, placing her shoes as an obstacle course for him and so on. She knelt down straddling him with her immense legs and sat on her feet. She then commanded, DRIVE UNDER MY BUTT. John obliged immediately. He could hear and feel Miranda's breathing becoming more rapid as he approach the giantess' crotch. He drove mostly looking up at the fantastic view overhead. Her body barely covered by the tiny lacy lingerie. Miranda's womanhood was moist and inviting, and a wonderful odor of sex emanated from it. He wanted to stop, but he saw the light at the end of the tunnel and he also wanted to see her amazing butt. She also coached from above KEEP MOVING SQUIRT. DON'T STAY TOO LONG DOWN THERE OR I'LL SIT ON YOU!

John raced towards the light and saw her ankles and feet stretch to either side of him. He stopped and looked up and saw her fantastic ass looming overhead. He looked up and up and saw that she was looking right down at him. SO YOU MADE IT. HOW WAS THE VIEW? YOU DON'T HAVE TO ANSWER SINCE I WON'T HEAR YOU ANYWAY.

Miranda swayed and got to her feet slowly, just to add to the effect of her size to John. It felt good to her to move slowly and relish her vast size difference with John. She now stood with him between her feet. JOHN, I WANT YOU TO CRUSH FOR ME NOW. I HAVE DECIDED THAT I WANT TO CRUSH YOU UNDER MY BIG TOE. THIS TOE AS A MATTER OF FACT. Miranda lifted the big toe of her right foot and thumped it down on the floor. John felt the massive tremor and his radio control car bobbed on it s light springs. He trembled as the giantess loomed and leered down at him, a look of amusement crossing her beautiful face. BUT I MAY SPARE YOUR LIFE IF YOU PASS THIS LAST TEST. YOU MUST MAKE IT TO MY SHOE ACROSS THE ROOM IN FIVE MINUTES OR LESS. GO!

Miranda watched as the tiny car started moving towards her high heeled sandal across the room. To her it was only about ten feet. But to John it was about two miles. John's spirits were high. He noted that he was about half way when only two minutes had passed. He was less than a hundred yards away when the battery started to die. And die it did very quickly. "Shit, I'm not gonna make it, just a minute left". John pulled himself out of the car and started running towards the gigantic sandal. He was running straight for the heel of it, which at his scale was about 500 feet tall. The huge spire towaring in front of him, he was sprinting the last distance to the heel's rubber tip, twenty yards, ten yards, almost there, when.... the shoe rose into the air with a frightening speed. TIME! YOU DIDN'T MAKE IT JOHN! YOU FAILED THE TEST. I GET TO CRUSH YOU. TOO BAD THE BATTERY OF YOU CAR DIED. LETS SEE, WHICH TOE WAS IT THAT I WAS GONNA USE? OH YEAH, THIS ONE. Miranda was standing over the tiny prone man holding her sandal and once again thumped her big toe of her right foot down. John was terrified and begged for mercy. Of course she couldn't hear him and placed her right foot so she could just see him ( the speck that he was) just beyond the tip of her long toenail on her big toe.

BYE BYE JOHN. Miranda lifted her amazing big toe in the air and moved it over John slowly. John looked up in awe once again, and saw the radio control car stuck to the bottom of her toe. Her toeprints very clear to him at his size, all he could do was lay there and look at his impending doom.

THERE'S NO USE IN YOU RUNNING NOW JOHN. I'M GONNA SQUISH YOU LIKE A BUG! Miranda stressed the last sentence. ITS BEEN NICE NOT KNOWING YOU LITTLE ONE! HA HA HA HA!

John lay paralyzed under the immense lowering toe. The closer it got, the more he could hear Miranda's breathing increase. She lowered it very slowly. She started to moan and then John decided he had to try to run. Her toe was just a few yards above his head as he ran for daylight. At Miranda's scale her toe was nearly touching the ground. She had amazing control over her motor reflexes at her scale. She was using some of her extraordinary magical abilities to keep herself from crushing John.

She climaxed just as John raced from under the shadow of her immense toe. He found himself between her big and second toe. Just as she reached full climax, she brought her toe to the ground. John was nearly engulfed in her spreading toe flesh, but escaped unscathed.

Without a word Miranda looked down at the speck of a man between her toes and smiled deliciously. She willed the crystal from across the room and it floated to her outstretched hands. "Whoa" John whispered to himself.

She looked down at him one more time, then closed her eyes.

"Whoa!" This time John said it a little louder. "There, now wasn't that fun John?"

John was now full sized and standing a few feet from Miranda. She was still wearing nothing but her lingerie and looked fantastic.

"Oh my God, that was amazing. I thought you were really going to kill me." John sat down on the floor, feeling a little dizzy and flushed. He held his head in his hands and stared at Miranda's gorgeous feet. "I was really that small? Why, why did you do this to me? I mean, how did you... I mean what gives you the right to..."

"Hold on John. Before you say something that you may regret, just remember I can shrink you again. Now I think you have two choices, you can leave now and never discuss this with anyone, or you can stay and we can explore our deepest desires, which I promise will now hurt you in any way."

"But why did you keep threatening to squash me?"

"I get off on the power trip. Its one of my buttons. I noticed you have a few buttons I pushed." Miranda smirked as she looked at John's boner still evident in his pants.

"John flushed and laughed nervously. Well... I... Oh well, I guess you did! But I,m really confused. I need to think. I'll come back if I decide to."

"Have it your way John." Miranda walked over to him and her height of 6'-3 towered over his 5'-10" frame, even in bare feet. She gently stroked under his chin and gave him a sultry look. John got hot and felt like he had to leave. "I.. I'll stop by later Miranda."

With that John scooted out the door. He raced down the stairs and out onto the street. He walked for miles thinking of what just happened. He still couldn't believe it. What gave her the right to do that to him? He should go to the cops. Shit! They wouldn't believe him. But he felt that he wanted to go back. She would kill him. Damn she was gorgeous. He knew she was the kind of woman that wanted to own a man. She would probably keep him in a drawer or in a box or cage.

But a big part of him wanted to be owned by a gorgeous woman. He stopped for dinner at a diner. All he could do was think of the lovely Miranda as he ate. Was she crazy or just playing a game? He wasn't sure, but decided that he had to risk it. He thought that he would always be wondering for the rest of his life if he could have worked it out with such a gorgeous woman. Besides, John had always liked the idea of being "owned" by a beautiful woman. He finished his dinner and left for Miranda's.

He walked up to her apartment door, he was about to knock when she opened the door... from across the room. "Come in John. Miss me already?" she pouted and looked absolutely gorgeous in a pair of skin tight jean cut offs and a tube top. John swooned.

"Hi Miranda. Can we talk?"

"Sure, come on in my little friend." A mischievous look accompanied the invitation.

They talked about what each other wanted from life and a relationship. John had always had a hard time talking this way, but somehow Miranda's whole demeanor, and the experience they shared was very disarming. It cut to the core of his being and opened him up for inspection, as well as self reflection. He fully confessed his love for women's feet and that he had a giantess fancy also. She had said that she always dreamed of being in full control of a man. Not just a man that she could boss around, she had done that with all her boyfriends. No, she wanted to physically hold an unmatched physical advantage over a man. She was fascinated with her family's heritage and found that she had powers when she was a young teenager. She had developed her powers and eventually was granted the crystal when her mother passed away.

"My mother would not tolerate that I abuse this power John. I'm sorry if I got carried away, but the power I had over you was intoxicating. Oh, by the way when I made you small I also made you very durable."

"What do you mean durable?"

"I mean, all the threats I was making about squashing you didn't matter. If I did step on you, you wouldn't have been harmed."

"Really, thats cool! What would happen exactly? I mean, would I just be like a pebble and not get crushed? Or would I be like a rubber ball and squish but pop back to normal once I wasn't under pressure?"

"Both or should I say, either. With magic almost all is possible John."

"Wow, thats amazing. What do you mean that almost all is possible?"

"Well, there are definite limits to my powers. I can't make world peace a reality. But I can stop a fight I see in front of me by casting a spell over the two hostiles to stop fighting."

"Oh I see, everything on a smaller personal scale."

"Thats right John. A much smaller personal scale." Miranda said this coquettishly and licked her lips as she said it.

"Are you ready to be possessed by me John? Once you say yes there's no turning back. I will possess you forever and you will cater to my whims. You will be normal size, you will be tiny at my fancy. I will command your respect and adoration. You will treat me as your all powerful captor."

John flushed as Miranda said this.

"Don't worry John, I won't hurt you. I just want you to never leave me. I will be a good protector as long as you are loyal."

"Yes! Yes! Yes! I'll do it."

John leaned over and kissed Miranda. They smooched for a half hour. Miranda looked at John and then closed her eyes with a familiar look that John meant "shrink time". She was drawing from the crystal's power in her bedroom to shrink John once again.

John now lay between Miranda's big and second toe as she stood barefoot in her lingerie panties only, her titanic almost nude body towering over him. "Your mine John, now your mine!" They both drank in the ecstasy of the moment and thought of all the things they would share in the weeks, months, hopefully years ahead.

THE END