Stay Home Dad

By TTETF
 

The air hung heavy in Martin Landry’s office that Friday afternoon. He had just lost his previous case due to false witness testimony. He hated to lose. Especially when it made him look like an idiot. Today had been no exception. He thought he had things just about won in the courtroom but then that stupid bitch admitted to lying and all went to hell from there. Although the judge ahd left Martin’s career in tact, his partners sure didn’t like it. Nobody liked a loss. But especially a loss from the new guy.
Martin knew they wouldn’t tolerate it; he feared heading back downtown to his office. He had just finished talking to-rather, yelling at- Maria Chavez, whom had given false testimony. She sat in her cell, not even looking up at Martin, as he stomped her verbally. “What the hell were you thinking? You could have walked away scott free, but now…you know, you don’t deserve to be on the outside. You should just stay in here and rot!” he had screamed for nearly ten minutes. Finally she looked up at him. Her gaze suddenly left Martin with a loss for words. She got to her feet and walked slowly over to the bars.
“You are the one who deserves to be in here. At least I realized it would be wrong to lie about murdering somebody! It’s true what they say about lawyers isn’t it? You guys are the scum of the earth and so you really do belong beneath us!” she burst out at him.
That last part had struck Martin funny. What did she mean beneath us? Well, whatever the case, Martin was on his way back to his office now, and he knew his bosses would not be happy. He had walked o the courthouse on a whim, having a bad feeling something would happen to him today. He wasn’t superstitious or paranoid. Besides, the wwalk would be good for him.
He arrived back to the office tower a little before 5PM. As he strolled into the main lobby, his heart raced as he anticipated the worst. HE saw George Talbot, his boss, as he made his way towards his desk.
“Well, tough break there Landry.” He barked at Martin.
“Yes sir, I’m really sorry but I-“
“Sorry nothing. We don’t breed losers here Martin. Now on Monday, I expect to have a little chat with you about this Chavez case. I would advise you go home and sleep off your defeat.” Talbot said passing Martin by.
Martin hated the fact that he now had to go home and wallow in his own self pity for losing the case. Talbot was right. He should go home and sleep. He was walking out to his Lexus in the parking garage, when he felt a strange feeling come over him. Almost a dizzy spell, as if he had gotten up too quickly from bed. It passed, and Martin continued on his quest to get the hell out of there. He saw his light purple auto sitting where he had left it this morning. He climbed into his car and slumped in the seat. He laid there for a few minutes contemplating his own future as a lawyer. He snapped out of his slumber and reached to start the car. That’s when he noticed something odd. Something felt out of place here Like the seat had been moved back. But that was impossible. Who had been in his car besides him? He made a quick adjustment, and headed for home.

He reached home at about 5:30PM. Walking in his home, he was greeted by his lovely wife Carol. She stood about 5’5”with cute short blond hair. She had a slight tan with gorgeous blue eyes. That’s really what had attracted Martin to her. Not her smile, her lips, her chest, (Although there was nothing wrong with a voluptous woman, which Carol was), it was her eyes.
“Hey Honey! How did the case go?” she asked him in her high, mousy voice.
“Well, can you say down the shitter? It was awful babe. She admited to giving false testimony on the stand, and now George Talbot is going to make my life a living hell!” Martin explained to his wife.
“Oh, I’m sorry Martin. Here, let me get your coat and you can come relax in the living room while I make supper.” Carol said taking her husbands coat.
Martin went to kick his shoes off, when he noticed they slid off with ease, which was not common. He picked up his shoe and inspected it. The laces were tied and everything. It’s not like the shoe was getting bigger, but he certainly wasn’t getting-
“Martin, is everything ok?” Carol said to him staring at him from the kitchen.
“Yeah, everything’s fine.”
Just then Jenny came stumbling down the stairs. Jenny was Martin and Carol’s first, and only child. She had just had her eighteenth birthday, and was almost a graduate from high school. She had shoulder length brown hair and was about 5’7”. Martin loved his daughter, and was proud of the woman she was becoming.
“Hey Daddy! Just letting you know that me and Megan are going to the mall, so I’ll see you around 10:00 tonight?” she called out to her father.
“Yeah, ok Jenny. I’ll see you then.” Martin said as his daughter walked past him towards the garage. “That was strange,” he thought, “she almost looked as tall as me even though I know I have a good 4 inches on her? Oh well, she must be wearing those 3” boots her mother bought her for Christmas.”
Little did Martin know, the shoe apparel he thought she was wearing, was sitting comfortably in his daughter’s closet

Martin sat down just as Carol was pouring him a glass of wine. Martin collapsed in his comfy chair, relishing in the fact that at least the day was over.
“So, how was your day honey?” he asked his wife.
“Well, I managed to get the rest of your shirts to the dry cleaner before I went to the office. And then John was talking to me about a possible promotion. I really hope it works out too, because Matt from customer Service is leaving really soon and I could…”
Everything began to fade to Martin as he looked his wife over. God, she was beautiful. The way she moved and talked hypnotized Martin. Those eyes started luring him deeper in love with her than he felt ever before. Not even allowing her to finish, he leaned over and kissed Carol passionatly. As he put his lips to hers, a sensed a strange feeling. Kissing the same woman for nearly 17 years, you think you would know what to expect. But something was different about his wife’s kiss that down right disturbed him. He could have sworn her mouth was larger than it was when he kissed her goodbye this morning. It didn’t make sense, but he couldn’t get the thought out of his head.
“What, was that for?” Carol asked a little taken back by her husbands rash romantic gesture.
“What do you say we put dinner on hold for a while?” he asked her with a twinkle in his eye.
The two hardly made it upstairs to their bedroom, as they kept falling down deeply enthralled with one another. Finally they reached their bedroom, and with a swift kick of the door, they were alone to privacy. Martin laid his wife down on the bed, and began undressing himself and her at the same time. He slowly dropped his pants, and began to remove her nylons. He lifted her leg and kissed it gently from her thigh to her foot. As he kissed her gorgeous leg, he got that weird feeling again, that his wife was disproportionate to him again. As he neared her ankle, he held her foot in his hand; a foot which felt a little heavier and looked a little longer he thought. After doing this, he climbed on top of his now naked wife. They kissed passionatly again and Carol was overcome by her sexual urges. She wanted him now. RIGHT NOW!. With a gentle push, she had Martin on the underside of her, she began kissing him all over. She slowly slid herself on to her husband and…
“Ohhhh, Baby!” Martin moaned. Although he was overcome by it all, he was a little panicked. He never exactly “fit” Carol, but they always managed in the end. But now, his dick seemed to slide in much easier, as he felt the walls close in around his shaft, he shuddered. This was the best hing he’d ever felt, but he couldn’t help but worry a little.
After they were finished, Carol rolled off of her husband. He wondered if she noticed anything, but she looked to dazed at the moment to say anything.
“Oh Martin…” she cooed in his ear as she snuggled next to him, “I love you Martin Landry.”
“I love you too Carol.” He smiled as the fell fast asleep.
Carol awoke with a start. She looked over at the tiny clock on the wall. It was 9:45! That meant Jenny would be home any minute! She quickly jumped out of bed and almost fell down again as dizzyness hit her. She struggled to pull her pajamas on and she tapped Martin’s foot to make him get up and do the same. She looked down at her husband as he lay there on their bed. She thought something looked odd about him. She couldn’t quite place her finger on it. She couldn’t believe how good that their sex had just been. Often times after children a couples sex life disappears, Carol was told. But after just now, it sure doesen’t seem like it! Soon Martin was awake, and Carol helped him quickly get dressed as they heard their daughter pull into the driveway. They jumpend under the coveers and turned on the small black and white tv they had sitting on the dresser. Soon Jenny came clamoring up the stairs and around the corner.
“Hey, I’m home.” She exclaimed.
“Hi Jenny, did you get anything good?” Martin asked her.
“No, not too much, but Megan bought this pair of sandals that looks sooo cool. I wanted them too, but I’ll wait. Well, goodnight you guys.” She said snapping off the hallway light.
“I’m gonna go wash up honey.” Martin said as he hopped out of bed. Jenny saying the word “shoes” had got him thinking about the strange occurences he’d been having that afternoon. His wife and daughter certainly weren’t growing, and the only other explanation was impossible! As he reached the bathroom he clicked the light on and peered into the mirror. The cold reflection stared back at him with a confused look on it.
“What the hell’s going on huh?” he asked himself. Then it struck him. He usually couldn’t see his face in the mirror when he stood up straight. He feared doing it, but he had to know for sure. Martin stood as straight as he possibly could and peeked into the mirror.
He could see the terrified look on his face staring back.
Martin’s heart raced and his blood pumped. What was going on? Suddenly he heard Carol calling to him. He decided to wait until tommorow to see if any other changes would occur. He shut the light off and got back into bed with his wife. Needless to say, Martin Landry didn’t have a good nights sleep.

Martin opened his eyes as the morning sun was just coming through the blinds of his window. He rolled over in his bed to see if Carol was still laying beside him in peaceful slumber. No such luck. She was probably downstairs in the kitchen making breakfast the way she always did on Saturday mornings. Martin loved it. It was like being a kid again, when his mother would make him french toast and eggs with a side of juice. Carol was an excellent cook, and he praised her for her talent after every meal. Gradually the sunshine of his cheery thoughts began to be clouded as he remembered the predicament he had found himself in last night. Martin sat up in bed quickly. “What if it’s happened again?” he thought. “What happened Martin? You idiot, what you think is only physically impossible. Your body isn’t going nuts it’s your head!” he tried to tell himself over and over in his morning daze. He had to find out for himseslf sometime or another. Might as well be now. Martin swung his legs over the bed and went to put his feet in his brown slippers waiting below. He placed them on, and he started to walk towards the hall. Sudden;y, he felt himself falling, and his face hit the ground with a thud. Martin sat up, and tried to regain his bearings. He looked down towards his feet to see what had tripped him. He saw nothing but his brown slippers. He manually now, tried to put his shoes on. Only one catch. His slipper was now too big for his once snug fitting foot. Martin became anxious as his heart rate rose. He continually struggled to make himself believe what he saw wasn’t true. He kept trying to fit his slipper on but in the end it was hopeless. Martin hopped to his feet and ran downstairs.
Martin almost killed himself heading down the stairs as the length of his pants dragged beyond what was their limit. He stumbled as he grew dizzy from shock. “What the hell! It’s not right!”
He managed to get to the kitchen as he heard his wife Carol and his daughter Jenny conversing by the refrigerator.
“Carol…Jenn…h..help.” he muttered as he collapsed to the floor staring up at their bewildered faces (a view he would soon be accustomed to), as he passed out cold.

“There, now don’t you worry about a thing dear.”
Martin came out of his unconsious state to the concerned look of his wife.
“Are you ok Martin?” she asked.
“I, I think so. What happened?”
“You tell me! You came into the kitchen calling for me and Jenny, and then you fell over. You gave me quite a scare!” Carol said conerned.
“I, I’m sorry. I must have just got woozy for a moment or two.” Martin said covering himself for the fact he collapsed out of fear.
Just then, Jenny came into the living room where he lay on the couch.
“Oh my goodness, dad are you alright?” she asked her father.
“Yeah, yeah I’m ok.”
Jenny leaned down and kissed her father on the forehead.
“Don’t you ever do that to me again! But anyway, since you’re ok, can I borrow the car to go to Megans?”
This got a chuckle out of them all.
“Yeah go ahead Jenny.” Martin told his daughter as she skipped out of the room.
Martin began feeling ok again, but he still was in shock. He knew what had to be going on, but he couldn’t admit it to himself. Sure he was in denial. But so would any person of sound mind. He had to tell someone. It would soon be very noticeable that the head of the household would a be a head below everyone anyway. Since Jenny was already gone, he figured he would tell his wife Carol. But how the hell would he manage that? He would much rather take a serious illness over this. I mean, for serious sickness there’s medicines, but this…he had to tell his wife. She had to know immediately.
“Carol, I…I have to tell you something.” Martin stammered to his wife as she sat next to him in her reading chair.

“What’s the matter honey? Can I get you something?”

“No, no…I mean…listen, yesterday I was feeling weird and now I just, well…”

“Martin, you’re not making any sense. What is it?” Carol asked now concerned.

“Well, I think I’d better show you.” Martin said climbing off of the couch and out from the covers. He stood up as he felt his sleeves slide forward to his wrists, then his fingers, and then beyond. He looked at his wife with a sad look on his face.

“Martin, are you wearing somebody else’s pajamas or are you…” Carol said climbing to her feet.

“No, I think I’m-“

“Oh my goodness! Martin I think you’re shrinking!” Carol said falling back in her seat cupping her gapping mouth. When she had stood up, she noticed that she was now almost her husband’s height. She had always been accustomed to looking up high, but now she almost didn’t have to arch her neck at all! Hearing his wife say this, Martin too almost fel back on the couch. He couldn’t say it, but now it was out in the open. It seemed true-Martin Landry was shrinking.

“When did this start baby!” Carol said still flabergasted.

“I think…I think it was yesterday after work. I noticed my car seat was off, despite nobody using my car. Oh Carol, what are we going to do? How the hell did this happen?” Martin said frustrated and angry as he sat down.
Carol went over and sat next to her husband. She put her arm around him, and could tell almost instantly that his shoulders were not the same size they had been.
“Listen Martin, Come with me.” She said getting to her feet and pulling her diminishing husband with her. Martin followed her into the kitchen. She went over to a drawer and fumbled looking for something amongst its contents. Finally she pulled out a pencil and a tape measurer. Martin flinched as he knew what she was going to do.

“No Carol I don’t think…” he started

“Listen, it’s the only way we’ll know for sure.” She said as she gently pushed him against the wall. He stood straight as she bent over to start at the floor. Moving slowly, to make sure the tape was straight, she marked off where the top of his head was. He stepped away and looked eagerly at the mark. Carefully, Carol measured the small pencil line she had drawn.

“Well, it says 5’7” Martin.” She said stunned.

“This can’t be…” Martin said as he backed away and into the stove. Martin had previously checked in at 6’2”.

“I don’t know Martin. But it looks like you’re definitely getting smaller!”

to be continued…

Martin and Carol continued to stare at each other from their new vantage points. There was no denying it. Martin was shrinking. They stared at each other not exactly knowing what to say, in an awkward silence. Then Carol spoke to break the ice.
“Do you have any idea how it started?” she asked him.

“Carol, how the hell would I know. Does it look like people getting smaller is a common occurrence to you?” Martin replied in frustration.

“Well, something’s doing it. I’m gonna call the doctor.” She said reaching for the phone on the wall.

“No!” Martin said sliding to guard the phone. “No doctors.”

“But Martin, that’s crazy. Maybe they can fix you or at least stop it?”

“No. Maybe it will stop by the end of the weekend. Please, Carol… if it gets too bad you can call, but please…” Martin asked her almost pleadingly.

“Well…ok…but it’s your height.” She said looking at him sternly.

The day passed Martin by at a grueling pace. He felt alone in the world, despite the fact he had his loving wife by his side. He went into a “hiding” so to speak; he spent most of the day in his basement working on the shelf he promised he’d build for Carol. But this didn’t help matters. As the time passed he could tell, no he could feel, his tools changing size. The hammer began to feel big and clumsy and so did his screwdrivers. Eventually, he gave up on it all and headed back upstairs. As he opened the door he peeked out. How much bigger would his wife be now? He feared seeing her again as almost six hours had gone by. That meant so had precious height. Martin hated the fact of his situation. There was absolutely nothing he could do. He would be damned if he would go to the doctors at this height. The sheer humiliation of it all would be too much for him.
He slowly passed through the now tall door way and was going to round the corner of the kitchen when- bang! He bumped right into Carol on the other side. He was stunned for a moment but then plunged into shock. He was now staring at his wife’s eyes!
“Uhph, I’m sorry Martin I- oh no.” she said as she saw her husband. “he shrank somemore,” she thought, “he’s gotta be my height! He’s still shrinking!” she repeated over and over in her mind.

“Carol, I want to know my height.” Martin managed to muster in the sight of his now almost equal sized mate.
She reached onto the table for the measurer without taking her eyes off of him; like she was hypnotized by his form. After she had it, Martin backed up against the wall of the previous marking and stood up straight. Carol pulled the tape up as she had earlier that morning, and marked the top of his head once more.

“Well…” Martin asked as if ready to take a hit from Mike Tyson…

“Uhm…5’5 Martin… you’re my size now.” She said in shock herself.
Martin looked calm for a moment and then shook his head. He strolled over to the living room and began to watch tv. Carol went in to join him.
They watched television for a few hours, and they laughed at it like nothing was wrong. Like Martin wasn’t really shrinking at all, like it was all a figment of their imaginations. They didn’t eat any supper as both were not hungry at all. Soon, 9PM rolled around and Martin stood up. Not wishing to possibly embarrass him, Carol remained seated as the possibility she was now taller than him was pretty high.
“I’m going to sleep babe.” He pronounced as he headed for the stairs.

“I’ll be up soon Martin.”
Suddenly the phone rang. Carol got up and hurried to the kitchen to answer it. It was Jenny! In all that had taken place, she had almost forgotten completely about her daughter.

“Hi Mom!” came her daughter’s high voice from the other end of the line.
“Hi, Jenny. Listen where are you right now?”
“I’m at Megan’s. I was wondering if I could sleep over tonight?”
Finally a break. She couldn’t bare to or did she have the strength to explain what was happening right now to Jenny.
“Yeah, I think that’s fine.”
“Cool. Hey, how’s dad?” Jenny asked.
“Dad? Oh, your father is uh, he’s fine. But listen, we have to talk tomorrow so make sure you come home early ok?”
“Yeah sure mom. Bye!” Jenny said hanging up the phone.

Carol hung up the phone and headed upstairs to the bedroom. She quietly opened the door and snuck in. Martin looked sound asleep as she curled in next to him.
“Martin?” she said nudging him.
“Uhhhh, wha?” he said half asleep.
“Nothing darling. I love you that’s all.” Carol said.
“I love you…” he said falling back asleep.
Carol rolled over and tried to fall asleep next to him, hoping for pleasant dreams so she could escape her nightmare reality.
Martin hadn’t been sleeping at all. He acted like it simply because he could not face his wife. He had had enough for today and didn’t care to see how much bigger she now was compared to him. When he knew she was asleep, he quietly got out of bed and headed towards the bathroom. He flicked the lights on and startled himself as he was no about half way to the mirror. He sat there, staring at himself for a few minutes, not wanting to see what he saw. He splashed some warm water on his face and headed back to bed. As he was stumbling in the dark with his new size, he slipped and landed quietly at the foot of the bed. He sat up, making sure he had not woken Carol. She looked asleep from his view. That’s when he saw her foot. It was practically in front of him. Laying there, he studied it; her slender toes, down her smooth sole, and all the way to her heel. It was so much larger than he remembered it. It was a beautiful sight. Martin gently leaned into her foot and kissed it softly. A faint smell of lotion wafted into his nostrils. He didn’t know why he did it; something just told him he should. He climbed back to his feet and got back in bed. As he turned, Carol put her arm over him, which she usually did at night. Only now, her arm whacked Martin in the shoulder instead of resting comfortably on his chest. As he put his legs beside hers, he gently ran them down as he drifted into slumber. Had he been able to stay awake and continue moving his leg, he would have noticed Carol’s far extended his own in the bed.

Carol woke early the next morning. She had always been an early riser, even when she was a little girl. How she longed for those days of carefree, untainted youth. No worries, problems or otherwise bad happeneings. And if ever a one was to arise, mom would always take care of it. Now, Carol had to face a different situation. For you see, now she was the mother who would have to solve her daughters problem. And what exactly was this horrible problem you ask? What could be so bad that she didn’t even know if she could deal with it herself? Carol would have said no problem, two days ago, but now she questioned this response. Martin, her husband and Jenny’s father, had started uncontrollably shrinking. For whatever reason, he was getting smaller by the day, hour, minute, second… . Carol had watched her husband go from a strong gentle man, to a unhappy, scared man in the matter of 24 hours. She watched as he became smaller, and to her horror, just last night as he was her height! 5’5” is by now means a giant on anybodys terms, but she felt that she and her truly miniscule frame would be hulking and huge compared to Martin’s very soon. That’s why she didn’t dare turn over in bed to see her husbands current conditon. She feared looking over and seeing nothing there. Like the process had sped up and he was gone from her to being microbe size. She knew it was irrational even for the strange situation they found themselves in, but she feared it nonetheless. She climbed out of bed and put her slippers on her feet. That’s when she remembered last night. She had been awake when Martin kissed her foot. She didn’t know why. Martin had always told her she had beautiful feet, but why had he suddenly kissed them last night. She thought of how big they must look to him now. She was probably a regular old bigfoot compared to Martin. She put her slippers on and strolled into the bathroom.
She turned on the light as she stared at the reflection in the mirror just as her husband had the night before. Her light features shown in the bright lights. Her big blue eyes almost sparkled as her blonde hair curved around her ears and flowed to her shoulders. She had had her hair long many years ago, but after Jenny, there was no time to manage it. Carol began undressing preparing for a shower. She slipped her robe off revealing her beautiful breasts. She had bloomed at an early stage in life, and her breasts had almost always been large. She rubbed her own hands over them gently now, as Martin had often done, but stopped quickly as this evoked questions in her mind of her husband. After removing her shirt, she undid her pants, and slipped them off too. Her thighs had bulked up a little since having Jenny, but it was common and she was able to trim them down slightly. She had taken to jogging two years ago and the toning of her leg muscled were beginning to show ever so slightly. Carol turned the shower on and tested the flowing water with her slender foot. She arched it as the heated water felt good rushing over the top of her foot down her blue painted toenails. She got in and let the world slip away… .
Jenny opened the door to her house early that morning. She hadn’t gotten much sleep as the brief words her mother spoke to her over the phone kept sounding more and more like a distress signal. Megan was still asleep when Jenny quietly left her house. She’d call her later. Megan had been her best friend ever since she started high school way back in the day. Now, they were almost ready to graduate and they still spent endless hours together. They even looked similar. That is of course, for their hair color. Jenny was blessed with her mother’s natural good looks. She didn’t have a major need for makeup. She had brown hair that flowed a little past her shoulders and a smile that had melted many a heart at River High School. She had her mother’s eyes; blue as the day sky. Jenny did definitly have a height advantage on her mother. At 5’7”, she stood well over her mother on a good day. Martin’s little girl had grown up fast, with a set of long beautiful legs. Jenny didn’t have breasts like her mother, although they were perky and well-formed almost to perfection. One thing Jenny didn’t like about herself was her feet. They were huge. Her big feet had always gotten in her way ever since she could walk. Always tripping and stumbling, Jenny had acquired many bumps and bruises because of them. But lately, she had gotten more agile, more stable with them. She didn’t even hate them really anymore, as she started showing them off wearing sandals and sometimes going barefoot.
Now Jenny began to search for her mother as she called out her name.
“Mom! Mom, where are you?” she called.
Just then, Carol appeared to her in the kitchen. She still had a towel on her head and was cooking eggs.
“Oh Jenny. Hi.” She answered softly.
“Mom, what’s the matter. What do we have to talk about?” she asked Carol.
Carol froze. Here was the moment she had been dreading. She now had to inform her daughter of the situation at hand. Her mind darted back to the previus day as she noticed the small pencil markings on the wall which was right behind Jenny. All she could think about was how much larger Jenny was going to be to her father now. She knew she had to tell her. She would find out soon enough even if she didn’t.
“Well, Jenny, why don’t you sit down.”
The two sat at the table as Carol poured them both a cup of coffee.
“Mom, what is it. You sound like you’re really worried.” Jenny asked.
“Well Jenny, I’m not sure how to tell you this. You see, the other day, after you left, your father and I noticed some-“
“Oh yeah! Where’s dad? I wanted to see how he’s doing.” Jenny interrupted.
“Jenny please listen to me. Now, as I was saying, your father and I noticed something. Something that well, isn’t really explainable, but here goes anyway. Jenny, umm, you see, well,”
“Mom come on you’re stalling. What is it?”
“Jenny, your father was my height yesterday.” Carol said.
“What do you mean, your height?” Jenny asked confused.
“I mean that yesterday, we confirmed that your father is, well, getting shorter. He’s shrinking Jenny. I mean, I didn’t want to believe it at first either, but when the man you’ve looked up to for 19 years is suddenly looking you in the face, it’s pretty undeniable.” There. She had done it. Now the ball was in Jenny’s court. As Carol looked at her daughter, she saw a grin breakout over her face. Then it turned to laughter.
“Hahahaha…that’s a good one mom. You had me going there for a second, what with the sounding all worried and everything. Haahahahah…” Jenny giggled loudly.
“You don’t believe me?” Carol asked surprised.
“Mom, why should I? It doesen’t make sense.”
“Well I’ll show you.”
“Ok, where is my shrinking daddy?” Jenny asked still laughing.
That’s when it struck Carol. She hadn’t seen Martin today. Where did he go? She suddenly jumped from her seat and raced off down the hall calling for her husband. Jenny got up too, and slowly folled her mother upstairs.

Carol’s thoughts raced as she flew up the stairs towards her bedroom. What if something happened to him? She thought over and over. Like shrinking wasn’t bad enough, maybe he seriouusly hurt himself this morning. Maybe he fell out of bed and hurt himself. Maybe…maybe he had really shrunk to nothing. She tried to erase the notion, but it stuck in her head. Soon she reached her room as she heard her daughters footsteps almost immediately behind her. She opened the door and rushed in.
Nothing. The sheets of the bed were wrinkled since she had assumed Martin was still in bed when she came down (Actually, she had covered her face with a towel, in fear of what she might see). But now she was faced with the situation anyway, so she would have to deal with it.
“Martin! Martin where are you?” she called out for her husband.
“Mom, obviously he’s not in here, look. There’s nothing here. Are you sure you’re feeling alright?” Jenny said taking a quick look around her parents bedroom. The scene had looked quiet and now she feared for her mother’s sake and not necessarily her father’s.
“No he was here. Martin where are you?” she called again extremely panicked. Suddenly a noise came from under the bed.

“Uhhh…where am I?” said a very dazed and disoriented Martin Landry. He had no idea, but he thought he heard his wife calling out to him. Then he remembered it all. The shrinking, the night before, his fear…all of it flooded into his brain as reality set in. But the question now was where the hell was he? He quickly surveyed his surroundings. “hmm…carpet beneath me, springs right above me…obviously I’m under my bed. But how did I end up down here?” Martin remembered his dream the previous night. He had been running as he heard giant footsteps behind him. He kept looking back but couldn’t see anything. Then he had run into a giant pair of feet. They were huge; much bigger than his wife’s had been last night when he kissed them. He had looked up to see a face, but there were bright lights above him. AS quickly as he had hit them, he had woken up to find himself under his bed. That’s when he heard his wife call again.
“Martin? Is that you under there?” Carol asked as she moved closer to the bed. Jenny followed right behind her.
“Yeah, it’s me honey. Hang on let me get out.” Martin called to her. He didn’t want to get out and see how much he had shrunk last night but he sure couldn’t stay under the bed all day. He rolled out from his tiny hiding place and began to stand up. He truned to face his wife, when he saw Jenny in the room as well. His heart stopped as he had not expected to see his daughter.
Needless to say, Jenny’s reaction was the same. Martin now stood a little under 4’9”! His daughter and wife towered over him! He looked up to see their opened mouth expressions. He silently looked his family over from his new height. Carol looked huge. He looked her up and down repeatedly as he couldn’t believe he had shrunk to about chest height of his wife! And his daughter! Jenny looked like a WNBA star to him now. No, even bigger than that. A giantess even! Her long legs stretched up to her beautiful body to her firm breasts (which Martin now found himself just about under), all the way back down again to her long pretty feet.
“Daddy!” Jenny let out in an exasperated tone.
“Oh, Martin. Oh no…” Carol muttered.
Martin was absolutely speechless at this point.

After Carol had calmed her daughter down, Martin and her sat her down to have a long talk. They told her everything they could possibly remember over the course of the strangest two days of their lives.
“Dad, you like, so have to go see a doctor about this. I mean look at you!” Jenny said waving her arms at her father. Martin had shrunk out of all his clothes, as he now wore a towel around his waist to cover himself.
“No Jenny. I can’t show up like this. I’m a freak. Besides, how they hell could they stop it, huh?” Martin said.
“Yes, but maybe they could dear. I mean look at yourself. Do you really want to wait until you’re three feet tall? Two feet?” Carol replied.
“Oh..ok just stop there,” as the sounds of those heights scared Martin to no end, “I guess you guys are right. I’ll go tomorrow.”
“But how dad? There’s no way you can drive.” Jenny said.
“Why don’t we call now to set up the appointment?” Carol suggested.
“Yeah I guess that’s ok. Just don’t make a big deal out of it.” Martin said sounding defeated.
“No, of course not dear.”
The three headed downstairs to eat breakfast. Silence enshrouded the table as they ate the eggs and bacon Carol had cooked for them. Jenny looked at her father with confusion and fear. She couldn’t understand how a man could just get smaller like that. She was disgusted with it, as she looked at her father now using two hands to drink his orange juice. He looked like a little kid. Carol was having similar feelings. Her husband looked so tiny sitting in his big chair. What were they going to do for him?
Martin could feel their eyes on his every move as he ate. It angered him, but he understood their intrigue. He was shrinking after all. He tried to ignore it, but their eyes pierced through him. He ate quietly and battled with their stares for the rest of breakfast.
Carol called the doctors office later that afternoon. Martin and Jenny sat in the living room. Another blow came for Martin when he sat down in his favorite chair. His feet no longer touched the ground. He almost felt like crying when he saw this. Jenny could see that it was bothering him, so she pulled herself up in the chair so her feet no longer touched either. She was scrunched but she knew it would make her dad feel better. Honestly, Martin didn’t feel any better. He was still getting smaller. Carol came back into the room with an odd look upon her face.
“Well mom, what’d they say?” Jenny asked upon seeing her mother.
“Well, they said the doctor’s out…he’s not coming back until Wednesday. Oh Martin, what should we do?” Carol asked almost ready to cry herself.
Martin sat there with a blank expression on his face. He realized that hope was slowly fading away.
“Isn’t there another doctor we could go to?” Jenny asked a little angry now.
“I won’t. I won’t go see another doctor. I’ll wait until Wednesday.”
“But Martin, don’t you think that Wednesday might be…well…a little late?” Carol said.
Martin looked at his wife. She was right and he knew it. At the rate he was going, she would probably need a microscope to see him pretty soon. He had to see a physician for even a guess at what was going on.
“Fine. Tomorrow I’ll call out of work, and try to find a doctor. Until then, we wait.”
Wait they did, as the family watched television for the rest of the night. Soon it was late and Jenny was asleep on the couch. Martin turned to his wife who also was in and out of consciousness.
“Carol.” Martin called to his wife.
“Huhhhh…yeah, Martin what is it?” she said groggily.
“I want you to measure me.”
“Are you sure about this Martin.”
“Yeah. Please do it.”
“Well, ok then.”
Martin and Carol moved into the kitchen. He saw the light gray pencil mark that had orginally alerted them of his shrinking. Then the line a little lower that pronounced he was his wife’s height. How much lower would the mark be tonight? He stood straight as he could against the wall as Carol pulled out the pencil and tape measurer. She slowly measured him, making sure not to miss an inch.
“It says your 4’3” baby.” Carol said a little shocked by the reading.
Martin hung his head as he knew it hadn’t stopped.
“I’m going to bed. I’ll turn off the stuff in the living room and get Jenny.”
“Ok Martin. I’ll meet you upstairs.” Carol said as she turned the lights off in the kitchen. She too had wished that somehow it had miraculously stopped. But deep inside, she knew it hadn’t.
Martin got back in the living room and saw his daughter sleeping on the couch. She was curled up, but her feet still dangled over the edge. He stopped and looked intently at his daughter’s massive feet. They were enormous compared to Martin. Her long toes looked like fingers from his view point. He gently put his finger to her sole and traced over a wrinkle in her foot. It was sooo soft. He gripped it for a quick second, and for him, it was the ultimate way to see how big they were compared to him. His tiny hand held onto her instep. Her foot dwarfed his miniscule hand. Suddenly Martin had a strange feeling come over him. Similar to the one he had last night with Carol. He felt like he had to kiss her foot. It was calling to him almost, as he could detect a faint odor. He quickly shook this feeling, and turned off the tv and lights, and headed to his bedroom.
Martin opened the door, expecting to see Carol there waiting for him. No such luck. She was in bed and apparently already asleep. That’s when he saw her feet again. That same feeling of lust towards those two beauties came over Martin again. Why was this happening? He didn’t have a foot fetish, but he couldn’t help himself. They looked so tempting. He quietly went over to her feet and knelt by them. He inhaled the aroma they let off. It was some kind of lotion mixed with perspiration. It was driving him wild! He touched them gently and felt their smoothness. Carol’s toes gave a slight twitch, and for a second, Martin thought he had awoken her. He cautiously waited a second before continuing. His blood flow seemed to speed up and felt a bulge in his pants start to rise. Enough with the playing. It was time to worship. He begin kissing Carol’s feet quietly and slowly. His lips met the smooth surface of her sole and heel. He really was tiny compared to them. They looked huge as his chin rested on the bed next to her foot which stuck straight up. It extended past the length of his head as he kissed it more. But soon kissing wasn’t enough. Martin wanted to truly feel and taste her feet. He moved his head and stuck his tongue out towards her big toe. He gently made contact with its surface. He then put her toe in his mouth and began to suck it, tasting the salt which made him moan softly. He began licking her big foot all up and down. After he was done, he sat back for a moment to look at what he had just done. He had worshipped his wife’s foot with his tongue. Carol was still sound asleep as he covered her legs and feet back up and crawled into bed. He lay there and looked at her. Although he was shrinking, his biological needs weren’t diminishing. He knew sex was impossible but he soo longed to feel his wife on top of him like she had done the night before. He lay down to go to sleep when Carol rolled over and whispered into his ear.
“That felt good baby.” She whispered.
She rolled back over as Martin stared wide eye at the ceiling.

Jenny sat in her room. The television was off and the house had grown quiet. It’s not like it was loud to begin with, she thought, I mean things were like something outta the X-Files today. She mentally recapped her day, focusing obviously, on the fact that her father was steadily shrinking. She also thought of waking up at Megans. Jenny wanted to go back there. Back to this morning. No weird occurences, no sad look on her mother’s face, and no tiny dad. Simply, ignorance. The idea that she had this morning that everything was going to be ok. Why had she left the morning? But, the night had crept in and Jenny now found herself in her room thinking only of Martin. How was she supposed to go to school tomorrow? Knowing what would be happening while she was gone. It was eating her up inside, and she needed to talk to somebody. Then she saw the picture of Megan and her at last years school carnival…

Martin woke up to find himself buried. In a sense buried. He felt a great weight on top of his back as he lay face first in his bed. He struggled and thrashed violently around until there was one layer of covering left. The light shown through the sky blue fabric of the bed sheet. He heaved it back, until he was free. He was small. Real small. The bed seemed to have doubled in size since last night.
“oh no.” Martin grumbled to himself. Even the towel he had on was getting bigger. The knot which had secured it to his waist hung limp beside him in the bed. If he was to stand, he would be totally naked. Quickly, he fumbled with the unrelenting towel to adjust it to his ever changing status. Finally, when he had it tied, he hopped down and out of bed. Martin Landry was now waist high to the top of his bed. He looked around, dissillusioned and frightened. Frightened he was shrinking, and frightened of what his wife would say about last night. Why had he done that to her feet? He still didn’t have an answer himself, let alone one for Carol. Where was Carol anyway?
Carol sat at the table with her daughter as she was quickly eating breakfast to go to school. She wanted to tell her daughter shat Martin had done last night before going to sleep. She had never known Martin to have a thing for her feet. Strangely though, she had almost enjoyed it. Feeling her little husbands hands and lips across her feet. It sent chills to her just thinking about it. But all this was selfish. The fact remained that he was shrinking and of course the chances of him acting strange were high. In the end, Carol opted to keep the incident to herself.
“So, do you have the lunch I packed you Jenny?” she asked her daughter.
“Yeah, I got it. Mom, do you think dad is going to stop it? I mean shrinking?”
The question had caught Carol off guard. She had always hoped, but never actually questioned herself on the posibility.
“Jenny, I…I don’t know. All I know is that we have to be the best for your father right now. I mean, what is happening to him is well…unique. Whether it stops and he can be cured is one thing. But if it doesen’t, and your father shrinks to well…”
“Nothingness?” Jenny interrupted.
Carol cringed.
“Yes, nothingness is a good term…we have to be very caring for him as this seriously could be his last week with us. I know this sounds harsh, but it is reality.” Carol started crying after saying this. She wasn’t just saying it to Jenny, she was trying to convince herself of the realities of the situation. Jenny put her arm around her and hugged her mother closely. That’s when Martin came in the room.
Carol stopped crying upon seeing her husband. He had to be a little below breast height on her. He only came up to about Jenny’s waist.
“Uhhh…uhh..hi girls.” Martin said a little shocked. He knew they were going to be huge, but nothing could prepare him for this. He actually had to strain his necka little to look up at his wife! And his daughter! Jenny looked absolutely enormous! Their height scared Martin, despite knowing that neither one would do anything to hurt him.
Both of the women were speechless. Martin was so small! He wasn’t exactly a midget, and he wasn’t exactly a full sized man either, he was…just, shrinking! Carol knelt down and threw her arms around her husband. She gasped as her arms nearly went completely around his body. He felt more like her son than her lover! She released quickly, and stared into his tiny face.
“Martin! I’m so sorry Martin…” she said quietly.
“I know…I…I…well, I didn’t expect it this much. Ummm, listen today, go to work. I know you probably have tons of stuff to do.” Martin responded to his wife.
“No Martin, I won’t. I need to be here with you!”
“Carol listen to me! You need to get away from this thing! No matter what, promise me you’ll go to work today!” Martin said almost yelling.
Carol looked at her tiny man with tears in her eyes welling up again.
“O…ok Martin. But if there’s anything you need you’ll call me.” Carol said. She knew he was right. She needed to get away from this awful problem as much as Martin needed to be alone and deal with it. She wouldn’t do a full day. She didn’t want to leave him alone for that long.
Martin turned to his daughter who had her backpack on already.
“Jenny, you have a good day at school, alright honey?”
Jenny looked at her father with disbelief. She wasn’t at all prepared to see him this small.
“Ye… yeah ok dad. Just…be ok, ok?” she said sounding spaced out.
“I will be.” With that, he walked up to his daughter and pulled her closer. She bent over and he kissed her cheek. Martin was horrified when he realized his daughter had just bent over to kiss him goodbye. He remembered doing the same thing her first day of school. Now he was smaller than she was back then. H watched as her huge legs carried her thin body out the door and into the garage. He couldn’t help but take a peek at her enormous sandaled feet.
Jenny was scared at the prospect of not seeing her father again. If he kept going at this rate, he would be like a foot tall when she got home that afternoon. She tried not to think of it as she pulled out of the driveway and sped off to school. Little did Jenny know, that someone was hiding in the bushes.
Megan pushed the shrubery out of her round, tanned face. Her blonde hair hung beautifully and firm down the length of her shoulders. Her green eyes almost glowed in the sunlight of the early morning. She walked quietly out of the Landry’s front bushes and towards the side of their house. She hustled to the edge of the garage. As she did this, her enormous breasts bounced in their 34DD holder. She reached it undetected as she looked to make sure no one had seen here. The day was still early and not many people had left for work in the neighborhood. She turned towards the front door of the house and a sly smile crossed her full lips.
“One down and one to go. Then you’re mine little man!”

Martin looked out the window as he waved goodbye to his wife who was driving off in her Ford Explorer. After being kissed and hugged by his gargantuan woman who left in tears, Martin Landry was alone in his house. Alone, with nowhere to go but down. He walked away from his front window and towards the couch in his living room. The blue sofa was enormous compared to him. He would almost have to crawl up it to get to his favorite seat. Martin took a few steps back and got a running start. He hopped up on the couch, which tipped backwards, sending Martin’s head straight into the wall.
“Ohhhh, shit!” Martin screamed in his miniscule voice. He clamored back to his feet and gently rubbed the bruise that was quickly forming on his head. He tried with great effort to lift the couch back to its upright position, but soon discovered he was too weak.
“Great. Now I’m too damn small to even lift my couch.” He mumbled to himself.
He found the remote laying just a few feet away from him on the floor. Bending over, he was mortified to realize that the thing was almost as long as his forearm! He picked it up and pushed the large red button, turning on the tv. And so, Martin sat there watching talk shows about nothing and early morning news. All the while, he could only think about his problem. Martin had to accept things as they were. He was shrinking and would probably be the size of a molecule by Friday. It scared him, losing his family, his friends, his career, and most importantly his dignity. Not only was he shrinking in size, but shrinking in ego as well. He could only guess things would get worse.
Little did Martin know, that he was correct.

Megan had watched Mrs. Landry pull out of the driveway from her hiding place behind the house. She waited a good five or ten minutes before making another move. Now, she slowly strolled to the huge oak tree which sat next to Jennifer’s room window. Many times, she had snuck up this tree to visit with her friend upon being punished. But this time, her intentions were a bit more malicious. Jenny had called her last night and explained things to her. At first she thought her friend was drunk or on some type of drug, but when Jenny started crying, Megan knew she wasn’t kidding.
“He’s getting so small! I mean, I don’t even know what I should say to him next. Yeah, tonight he was somewhat normal size, but what about tomorrow? And the day after? Oh, Megan, how can I look at him like a father, when he’s going to be the size of one of my old Barbie dolls soon?” Jenny had told her.
Megan had calmed her down, but secretly formulated her own plan of action. You see, ever since Megan’s own father had run out on her and her family, Megan had become a wild child. Dressing too scantily for her age, and having sex way too often. She always thought it was like getting back at her dad. But now she was going to take her frustrations out on a little man. Jenny’s dad. She didn’t hate men, but she felt she was owed retribution. She assumed things were happening this way for a reason. Besides, she’d always had a thing for short guys…
Martin heard a noise from upstairs as he sat watching tv. He climbed to his feet and adjusted his towel, which reminded him of his problem only again. He cautiously walked his hall, and began climbing his stairway. He clung to the side of the wall, hoping it was only a tree branch brushing the house. Deep down, he knew it wasn’t though. Upon reaching the stairs apex, Martin turned first to his own bedroom. He walked in scared more than ever (How could a three foot man defend himself, in all due respect?). As he walked in, he glanced in his closet and then moved towards his bed. It remained huge and waist high to him. He knelt down, and looked under the bed. What he saw was no burglar, or animal. What he saw made his heart race and blood flow. He saw Carol’s slipper. He pulled it out and sat there on the floor examining it for a moment. The slipper was pink and fuzzy, and always made Martin laugh when she wore it. Now a different feeling welled up inside him. One of lust. One of lust towards his wife’s huge feet which had graced the slipper only an hour before. He lusted after his wife and wanted her more physically than ever before. He put the massive piece of footwear to his face and inhaled its scent deeply.

“Well, well well, what do we have here?”

Martin dropped the slipper and stood up, scared of the bearer of the voice behind him. He turned around to see a beautiful blonde bombshell. Her long tanned legs stretched high to her curvaceous hips. Her big breasts jutted in front of her. Martin looked up and saw a pretty face with light green eyes, accented by her long blonde truffles of hair. Martin could only stand there unsure of what even to say. Then the giantess spoke.
“Well, are you going to say anything, or do I have to do all the talking?” she asked him. Martin found the saliva somewhere in his throat to make himself talk.
“Who…who are you?” he asked very timidly.
She threw her head back and laughed out loud.
“Mr. Landry, you really don’t remember me? I’m your daughter’s best friend for nearly 5 years, and you don’t know me?”
Suddenly it hit Martin like a ton of bricks. He hadn’t see her in almost a year, since he got the job with the new firm, he worked a lot of overtime. But now…
“Megan.” He mumbled.
“Well, don’t we have a good memory! That’s right, I’m Megan. You know, Jenny told me all about you, and your uhm, ‘condition’ last night, and let me tell you; it intrigued me. So I just wanted to come over here and see for myself, and my, seeing I did!” Megan chuckled.

“Megan promise me you won’t tell anyone.” Martin pleaded with her. “Just keep this a secret, please.”

“Oh, I won’t tell a soul…if you don’t either.” She said slowly advancing towards him.
Martin took a step back. He hadn’t liked the tone in her voice on the last part. Gingerly, Megan bent over and picked up the slipper Martin had been holding a second ago. She inspected it and giggled.
“Well, it looked to me like you were sniffing this old thing, huh Mr. Landry.”

“No, I wasn-“

“Ahh, it’s ok, you don’t have to lie. I saw you. Infact I bet you were fantasizing about feet when you did it weren’t you? Your wife’s foot must be lookin pretty big about now huh? You’re what like, 2ft, 2 ½ ft?”

“Actually I’m 3’6” Megan. And I’m going to have to ask you to leave.” Martin said a little nervous.

“No, I don’t think so little man!” Megan said more forceful now.
Suddenly, she put her foot on Martin’s chest and pushed him back. He bumped his butt, as he hit the floor. He looked up in terror now as he realized her intentions were not good for him. He slowly inched his way back, trying only to get away from her. But he was already up against his bed. No place to go.

“I’ll tell you what little man, I’ll give you the opportunity of a lifetime,” she said as she began slipping her shoes off, “I’m going to make you kiss my feet, seeing as how any gracious 3’6” host would do in his house. Besides, if you think your wife’s slipper was erotic, wait until your lips touch my toes!” Megan said with a grin.
Martin was trapped. He watched as Megan slowly peeled back her socks and stood barefoot before him. He had mixed emotions of fear and anticipation running through him. Slowly she removed her pants and stood before Martin in her panties. She was huge!
“Stand up!”
Martin stood to his feet and realized just how small he was compared to her. He came to about stomach height on her.
“Now, I want you to start at the top of my legs and work down to my pretty feet.” Megan ordered him.
“And if I don’t?”
“Well, let’s just say you won’t be around long to see how small you’ll really get.”
Martin didn’t trust this girl for a second. He cursed Jenny in his mind for mentioning his plight to her. Slowly, he kissed her long leg. He sunk down until he was sitting on his butt again. He felt and tasted her warm skin with his lips. She smelled of strawberries and crème. He was getting really excited now. He wrapped his arms and legs around her leg, and kissed it furiously. Megan giggled, as he reminded her of a little kid holding onto his mother’s leg not wishing to move somewhere. Gently, she began lifting the leg he was attached to. Her foot brushed the hairs on his chest. Martin kissed her ankle as her toes rubbed his neck. Suddenly, she pushed him down as she had before. Martin lay on his back and saw her foot descending upon his face. She held it just an inch above, letting him take it all in. Then, she placed it down, and Martin began. He licked her foot, tasting the salt of her sweat which had built up in her sneakers. He reveled in the feeling this all brought to him. Her foot stretched from his forehead all the way to the end of his neck. It was enormous! He threw his tiny hands to her huge foot and hugged it even closer to his face. He kissed it all over; from her toes to her heel. He placed each toe individually in his mouth and sucked on them like a baby with a pacifier. Then, inconspicuously, Megan moved her other foot to Martin’s crotch. She rubbed his tiny dick with her huge toes(his towel had long since slipped off!). He moaned as he continued sucking her toes. Soon, he came all over her foot, and he released her toes with shock as, for the first time in nearly 20 years, another woman had made him orgasm. He let Megan’s foot go, and rested, trying to catch his breath. Megan stood over his tiny form as it lay below her.
“Well, looks like you reallllly like my feet, huh? I’m gonna go wash up your little mess here, and I’ll be right back. And don’t think we’re done yet little one!”
Martin lay there in shame and shock upon what had just happened. He couldn’t believe this 18 year old girl had just manipulated him like that and forced him to worship her feet. He really was losing his control. His mind wandered for a moment, until he felt the vibration of the garage door beneath him. His eyes opened wide, as he realized his wife was home!

Martin’s heart raced as the thought of his wife finding him like this scared him to death. Alone with an 18 year old (Jenny’s friend nevermind you!), and naked. He jumped to his feet quickly, but just as quickly he felt a huge hand pushing on his chest. He stumbled back to the floor a little winded. He looked up again and saw Megan’s huge form standing in goddess-like fashion above him.
“Ok here’s the deal little man,” she said menacingly, “I’m leaving since your wifey is home. But tommorow I’ll be back. Oh, and if you even dare mention a word of this to her or Jenny, I swear I’ll find you and make you sorry you did.”
With that, she kneeled down and gave Martin a quick peck on the top of the head. She jumped back to her feet and ran towards Jenny’s room to escape down the tree.
Martin sat there stunned for a moment. He was in utter shock at what was happening. He knew he couldn’t tell anyone, as he was certain the incident would attract media attention. Besides, Carol would think he was crazy, a teeneage girl raping him! He fumbled with the oversize towel that lay on the floor beside him, trying to make an adjustment as he heard the front door open.

Carol stepped into her house and quickly threw off her coat. She couldn’t bare top stay at the office any longer, since the thought of Martin shrinking alone in the house made her think he would accidentally hurt himself.
“Martin!” she called out. She looked into the living room, and saw an overtipped couch. Oh no, she thought, he’s probably hurt underneath it! She scrambled into the room and tipped the couch up with little effort. Martin was no where to be found underneath. She ran more frantically around the house calling for her husband. She ran up the stairs and into their bedroom. Her heart slowly stopped pounding, as she saw her man asleep in the bed.
“Oh Martin, thank heaven.”

“Wh…what, are you doing here Carol?” Martin said trying to sound half asleep. He had quickly jumped onto the bed when he heard her approaching the stairs.

“Martin, I just couldn’t stand the thought of being away from you. I mean, I tried doing some work, but the notion of you hurting yourself just kept sweeping over me. I’m sorry, I know you wanted to be alone.” Carol said almost ready to cry again.
Martin wasn’t even really listening. He had jumped up on the bed and run into his wife’s arms. He felt safe here, as she picked his almost weightless body up like a small child. She carried him downstairs as Martin now had begun to cry. This was a surreal experience for Carol, walking around holding her husband. She began to understand that his size was crossing over from that of a midget to that of a little boys. She gripped him tight as the thought of him being hand-held sized entered her mind. She knew soon he would be, but now she just wanted to hold her little, shrinking husband.
They walked downstairs and plopped onto the sofa. Martin had begun to calm down but was still very distraught.
“Hey, Maritn…what’s the matter baby?” Carol asked
“I…sniff…I’m just glad you’re home, that’s all.” Martin said still crying.
Carol hugged Martin’s small frame to her ample bossom, and soothed Martin until he stopped crying.
“Don’t worry Martin, I won’t leave you ever again. I’m here with you forever.” Carol said almost in tears.
SO they both let their emotions go. They cried for almost 20 minutes, just letting the feeling sorrow wash over them. It covered the couple like a blanket. The shrinking was just too much for them to hold inside anymore. Soon, their eyes went dry and the crying ceased. They still remained in eachothers embrace.
“Honey, I want to be measured again. I must know if it’s stopped even a little.” Martin said to Carol in a sad tone.
She knew Martin would go nuts if he didn’t know for sure. She would follow his lead too if she didn’t know either.
“Ok. Let’s go in the kitchen.”
The two walked into the kitchen and Carol reached for the familiar tape measure, as Martin stood in his customary position. She pulled it up to the top of his head, and looked on with disbelief.
“Martin, it says you’re only 3’4”! You’ve shrunk hardly at all since this morning!”
Martin looked quickly at the mark on the wall. It was barely below the previous one! He laughed for the first time in days. He jumped around the kitchen with Carol. The shrinking seemed to be slowing down. Gradually the two calmed down, and figured out a plan. Martin would be measured every hour to make sure he wasn’t shrinking. Nothing was definite, but finally there was hope.
The rest of the day flew by, as Carol did tons of housework, just to get her mind off of things. Martin watched tv, since being a handy man proved him unfit anymore. He had a nervous feeling about things. Why had he just stopped shrinking almost? It had happened so fast to Martin in the first place, he hadn’t known how to deal with it. But it seemed to him that ever sincce that incident with Megan, he had stopped shrinking. What did it all mean? Was Megan like some sort of anti-shrink material? Martin thought it was outrageous, but had no other explanation. OF course the idea that it simply ran it’s course in his body was the one he hoped for. He had no clue however. Just as he was thinking these and other things, Carol came into the room and sat down next to her husband.
“Uhhh, well my feet are killing me. I was stupid.” She said sounding tired.
“Oh yeah, what do you mean?” Martin asked.
“Well, I forgot to take my heels off before doing all that work. Now they’re killing me!” Carol said slipping off her hell and rubbing her foot.
Martin looked at her foot with awe. It was such a beautiful sight. He so wanted to grab her foot and suckle her toes as he had done to Megan earlier. He wanted to feel his wife’s body all over him. He stared at her foot as if hypnotized. Her beautiful arch, the smooth sole, the round heel…
Carol saw her husband staring at her foot. This all brought her back to the other night. She thought again of his tongue on her foot and the tingling sensations it brought to her.
“Ah, Martin, I had a question to ask you…” Carol started.
“Huh, uh, what?” Martin said snapping out of his daze.
“Ummm, last night…”
Oh no, Martin thought, she knows what I did…
“What about last night?” he answered completely innocent.
“Well, I know what you did. I mean kissing my feet like that.”
“Oh, well you see carol, I-“
“No it’s ok Martin. I actually kinda….liked it to be honest.” Carol said.
Martin felt his crotch twinge a little.
“You did?
“Well, you know a woman does like proper foot care, and I can’t think of anything better than what you did last night. But anyway, Martin I was wondering if you wouldn’t mind doing that again?”
Martin felt a complete rush. He felt relieved that his wife didn’t mind, and was ecstatic at the fact she actually liked it!
“Yeah…sure Babe, whatever you want.” Martin said calmly.
“Great!” Carol said with a smile.
“Oh, jeese, Carol you forgot to measure me!” Martin said standing to his feet.
The two bustled into the kitchen and quickly measured Martin. Carol’s face dropped.
“Martin…you shrank somemore…” Carol said disappointed.
“Ho…how much?”
“You’re 3’ exactly.”
Martin’s expression drained, as he knew the shrinking was underway again. He hung his head as he strolled away from his growing wife. Just as he was turning the corner, he heard Jenny enter the house. Just what he didn’t need.
“Hi mom, where’s d-“ she saw almost immediately. Her tiny father stood in the door between the kitchen and living room. He was so small! Martin barely came up to his daughter’s waist anymore. He was literally half her size!
“Hi Jenny…how was your day.” Martin asked trying to change the tone in the room.
Jenny looked at her father with anger. Not towards him of course, but towards what he was becoming. He was turning into a living doll. He wasn’t her father really. A father is someone who loves, yet can control their child’s actions. He seemed incapable of doing the controlling. But she put on a happy face.
“Good dad. I got an A in math and my teacher said my paper was really good.” Jenny said through her bogus smile.
“That’s good dear. Why don’t you get your stuff off and we’ll order pizza.” Carol said trying to help things move along. She hated being here in this awkward situation as much as any of them.
“No thanks. I mean actually Megan and I have this huge project we need to work on, so I’ll be back later tonight. I just stopped by here to change really fast. I hope that’s ok?” Jenny said already heading for the staris.
“Yeah go ahead Jen. Your mom and I will eat here alone. Don’t be home too late.” Martin said.
Jenny ran up the stairs to escape the science fiction unraveling in her kitchen.

After Jenny left, Martin and Carol sat in their bedroom watching tv, as Carol folded laundry. Martin was still shrinking and was down to about 2’10”. It became more obvious to Carol now, how small her husband was. He was soon below her waist as well. Carol knew her daughter was becoming more and more uncomfortable with things in the house. It was for her too, but she loved Martin too much to let him know. She felt terrible as she watched him fiddle with the now giant remote to switch the channels. After she folded the laundry, she sat down next to Martin on their bed.
“Martin…I just wanted you to know that…I love you dear. Nothing will change that.”
Martin looked up at Carol.
“Nothing has changed that right?”
“Nothing.”
In a tender, almost fleeting moment, the couple embraced. Martin thought of all the wonderful things Carol had done for him. Also the wonderful things he wanted to do for her.
“Say Carol, I was just curious about what you said before. Did you really want me to do that again to your feet?”
“Well, yeah. I mean the whole experience sent shivers down my spine. I never knew the feet were such an erotic place to be touched.”
Martin knew what he had to do.
“Why don’t you lay down and I’ll do it for you.”
“Martin, I mean you are getting smaller. I’m just saying my feet are going to be pretty big. I’d completely understand if you were turned off by the idea.
“No. Infact, I’m more for it. Carol, I’ve been so horny for you since this whole thing started. I don’t know if it’s some kind of sidde effect, but I just want you so bad. I know it’s too late ‘physically’ do things, but I’d really like to kiss your feet. I need you Carol. I know my size is fading, but my lust for you isn’t.” Martin said completely opening up to Carol.
Carol looked at him and smiled.
“Then kiss my feet you shall my little husband. Kiss them you shall.” Carol said as she reclined on the bed, laying in a flat position.
Martin thought she looked so beautiful laying there. Gently, Martin slipped off her huge high heels. He held them for a moment, realizing he could fit most of his arm into one. He placed them at his own feet and hopped up on the bed next to Carols feet. He looked them over. They were simply massive. He traced her right foot with his index finger. From the base of her heel to the tips of her toes, was nearly the length of Martin’s arm! He heard Carol give off a slight purr, as he moved to the next foot. He moved closer to them as he breathed in their scent heavily. The smell of sweat and lotion was just as pronounced as it had been the night before. Martin began rubbing her foot gently, and then harder, as he tried to massage it with his tiny hands. He massaged her soles and gently pulled each of her toes, releasing pressure. Finally it all became too much for him. He placed his mouth to her foot and kissed it softly. He couldn’t get over how much larger her foot was as compared to Megan’s earlier in the day. He hugged it close to his face, as he kissed her sole with passion more fit for a lover’s mouth. He let his tongue out of the cavern of his mouth and licked her enormous foot top to bottom. He then moved onto her toes. The blue toenail polish sparkled in the evening sun piercing through the windows onto the bed. He paused for a moment, realizing her foot was almost wider than his face. He had been trying to ignore the shrinking, but it was too accented by him doing this. He shook it off, and placed his wife’s toes in his mouth. With each one he sucked on, the passion in his groin grew. After he had completed worshipping her feet, he started kissing her up the leg. He wrapped his arms around her left leg and slid up like a fire pole, kissing it as he went. He brushed her blue skirt off, and continued on his wondrous journey. He reached her own private parts, and slowly pulled back her panties. Needless to say, Carol didn’t object, as she was becoming as lost in her little lover, as he was in her. He put his lips to hers, and kissed her smoothly. She moaned deeply, as Martin continued pleasing her. His tiny tongue was almost lost in her deep nether regions. He only wanted to please her now. Soon she burst from excitement, and Martin did the same, both having orgasms at the same time.
After Martin had finished, Carol pulled her husband up to her face. Tears were once again welling in her eyes as she realized it would probably be the last time they would make love.
“I love Martin Landry.” She said crying.
“I love you too Carol.” Martin said . As Carol got up to wash herself, Martin laid out on his huge bed, content with the fact the shrinking would not take his manhood…

“It’s like, I don’t know Megan. I still respect him and all, but I’m finding it harder and harder to picture him as my father.” Jenny said reclining on Megan’s bed. The two had gotten almost no work done on their project, as Jenny was quick to talk about her father. Megan sat in the pink bean bag chair on her floor listening to her friend. She had been thinking constantly about her own experience with Mr. Landry earlier that morning. She had chills of anticipation in waiting for tomorrow. But now, she listened intently to her friend.
“Well, why don’t you say something to him.” Megan offered.
“No…it would crush him and my mom. Besides, honestly, the problem may take care of itself. I seriously might not have a dad soon. I just can’t treat him like one anymore. Well, I’m probably bothering you so I’ll get going home. See you tomorrow Meg?”
“Yup. Tomorrow.” Megan said as she waved to her friend leaving the room.

“Yup…tomorrow. Well it looks like we might have another visitor to our party tomorrow Mr. Landry.” Megan whispered to herself with a smile.

Martin rolled himself into a ball as he felt a cold wind fly across his neck. He reached for the bed covers, but found he didn’t have any. As he struggled to look for his covers, he rolled over to see what had been causing the wind on the back of his neck. His eyes opened wide with terror, as he stared into the giant face of his wife! Her face looked impossibly huge to Martin right now. Her gorgeous eyes looked almost the size of footballs. Her lips looked full and proud, as Martin looked on in awe. Her breathing had been what woke Martin from his peaceful slumber. But now, he cared little for sleep. He had continued shrinking all through the night, and now found himself about 1’6” tall! He stood to his feet and looked his gargantuan wife over. Laying in the bed, she was half covered by the light blue bed sheet, covering her waist down. Her arms remained at her side, as her soft hands held tightly to the bed sheet, giving Martin the idea she had been having a bad dream. Nothing could compare to the bad dream which was his reality however. He was still getting smaller and things were becoming more dangerous for him. He stood there, next to Carol’s immense face, hoping he would snap out of this nightmare. Nightmare it was, but unfortunatly it was also Martin Landry’s reality. He put his hands to her cheeks, and pulled them back suddenly, scared as to how little they looked on her. He had to wake her up, he knew it. She would probably flip out when she saw how little he was. He thought that maybe it would be better for her not to see him right away. A scare like that might throw her into immediate panic, and she could end up hurting him accidentally. He crawled quietly on the field sized bed down the length of her arms. He reached her hand, as it lay there soft and pretty. He looked at it as the wrinkles in her palms were much more pronounced from his vantage point. It all looked like the surface of a giant leaf, as the wrinkles spread throughout the palm. He reached for her fingers, and he put his miniscule hand around one. His whole hand barely fit around her finger! He held it to his face, reality staring back at him. His wife’s hand was now almost as tall as his legs were. Martin got that same scared feeling in him again, and threw her finger back to the supple mattress’s surface. Without warning, Carol shifted in the bed, and Martin was thrown back a little. Her hand bumped him in the chest, and sent him closer to the side of the bed. He looked down the steep abyss, as he regrouped his balance. It was a plummet and a half! He couldn’t believe how the view from his bed now resembled the view from atop his house’s roof. Martin turned around and suddenly heard a loud noise. It split Martin’s ears, as he tried to cover them, protecting himself from the harsh sound. He stumbled back and fell off the bed! It was only as he fell did he realize that the fire alarm was sounding. The wind had been knocked from him, as he found no voice to scream with. He crashed into something that felt like an air mattress. Martin lay there for a second, in total shock that he was still alive. He rolled over and caught wind of something that aroused him. He sat up on his knees, staring down onto the pink, fluffy surface of his wife’s slipper. He sat in the heel section of the giant piece of foot wear. He was horrified at how huge it was! Carol’s feet had been big last night but now…now they could prove to be deadly to Martin. He looked up suddenly as he heard a booming voice coming from above. It was her! He cried out to her, but his voice was now too inconspicuous to be understood.
Suddenly Martin saw Carol’s massive legs swing out above him. That’s when he saw her feet starting to descend! He looked up at the long soles and gentle curved foot as it was coming down on him. He waved his arms frantically, as if trying to get himself rescued by a plane. It proved too little. Carol’s feet continued their descent, and Martin crumbled to the ground falling unconscious at her mercy. (This proved lucky for Martin as when he fainted, he stumbled out of the foot’s way!)
Carol jumped to her feet in a dreamlike state and slid her feet into her slippers. She raced to the bedroom door as she heard the fire alarm sounding. She had little time to think, and her mind was still jumbled from her resting state. As she threw open her bedroom door, a choking fog hung outside relenquishing the horrid truth that the house was on fire. She started coughing almost immediately as her form turned back to her room. Where was Martin!
“Martin! Martin where are you!” she screamed in a panic, throwing covers from her bed, quickly stripping it down to the mattress (inadvertantly covering Martin’s tiny form with the mass of bed sheets). She dropped to her knees more scared than ever, staring under the bed and still not seeing her dwindling husband. Carol knew she had to make a choice. Her husband or her child. Looking for Martin could take a while. If he had continued shrinking, he might be microscopic by now. Carol knew the thought of finding Martin was improbable.
“I’m sorry Martin…I’m sorry.” She said as the tears fell down her cheeks, half from the smoke and half from the loss of her husband.
Carol turned and raced out of the room into the smoke filled hall, headed directly for Jenny’s room. Just as she ran out, a silent shadow entered the room…
Carol could not see the source of the smoke, but she could feel the heat. She only hoped now that her daughter was safe, and that there was a way out of the house. She ran almost face first into Jenny’s room. She brushed the blonde hair out of her eyes and called for Jenny.
“Jenny open the door! Jenny!”
Jenny opened the door, standing there in a confused state with her pajamas still wrinkled about her.
“What’s going on mom!” She asked with fear.
“Jenny we gotta get out of the house, it’s on fire!” Carol said pushing her way into her daughters room.
“Ok, climb out the window…” Jenny said already heading for the sheet of glass.
The two began to descend the tree as the sun was slowly coming up above the horizon. Once they got to the ground, they raced to the front yard, and collapsed on the ground. Their house had become a great blaze, as the gusts of fire swarmed out everywhere. Fire engines could be heard from a distance as neighbors had begun filtering out of their houses. Jenny and her mom stood up and looked on with disbelief.
“Jenny…I…I” Carol said trying to catch her breath.
“Mom it’s ok…we’re safe.” She said trying to reassure Carol.
“No you don’t understand. I couldn’t find your father. He’s…he’s…” Carol collapsed in a full frontal crying, hysterical fit. Slowly things sunk in as Jenny realized her father was most certainly killed in the flames. She knelt to the ground and comforted her mother, as tears also began to well up in her eyes. They cried that morning. Carol, for the loss of her husband, and Jenny for the loss of her father, but also in happiness that the shrinking was finally over…

Martin rolled over and opened his eyes. He was staring up, at an enormous face of Brad Pitt. Quickly he sat up. Where was he? The terrain appeared unfamiliar, as dirty laundry, papers, and a few pairs of shoes were strewn about next to him. If he didn’t know better, he’d say he was in Jenny’s room.
“Well, wake up sleepy head.” Came a voice above Martin. Martin froze. He had heard that voice. The same one from yesterday. He slowly turned around and was face to face with five giant toes. Their size terrified him, as he fell back onto a dirty sock. Martin raised his head and traced the toes to a foot, to a leg, to a stomach, to two wonderfully huge breasts, to a mischevious grin, to a pair of green eyes, to beautiful blonde hair. He stared up at Megan.
“ Well little man I see we’ve gotten even smaller! Wow, you know, you really should call a doctor about this. Oh yeah, I fogot-you can’t dial a phone anymore! Well, don’t worry, I’ll take good care of you.” Megan said staring intently at Martin.
“Bu…how…di…” Martin tried to say.
“You mean how did you end up here? Well, you see, I knew your wife wouldn’t leave you again, so I had to throw a little monkey wrench into the situation. As we speak, firemen are putting out the blaze that was your house. In the confusion, I simply snuck in and shall we say, ‘dollnapped’ you! Now you’re mine little man. Mine until you shrink away to nothing. I promise you this. The last thing you see is going to be my foot, as you kiss it goodbye.”
Martin was horrified. He knew there was no way he could escape or get in contact with his family. He feared what Megan said was true.
“Now, why don’t you get comfortable and get ready to kiss my gigantic feet, hmm? And I promise you that we’re going to have fun until the end mister.”
Martin sat there as tears began to surface. He had little time to worry however, as Megan’s huge foot was already approaching his foot tall frame.

The fire trucks were just leaving Carol Landry’s front driveway as she looked out from her front steps. Quietly the rain had begun to fall, as the smoke was still clearing from behind her. The house had been badly burned but was not a total loss. The upstairs had been completely burned however, leaving Carol and her daughter with a living room, a kitchen, and a garage. Carol sat there thinking about the mornings events and ultimately the loss of Martin. She sat there on the hard cement stairs thinking how Martin’s shrinking little body had felt as they had made love. How she had cried because she knew she would lose him eventually…to the shrinking. But this, just came out of nowhere. A fire that had wrecked her life and her home. Martin was surely dead. The entire upstairs was practically collapsed or burned beyond recognition. She had horrid visions in her mind about what the last thing Martin saw was. She pictured his tiny form trapped beneath the slight weight of a small piece of wood, crying out to her, but knowing that his screams would never be heard because of his size. Carol knew she would have to go back in to at least look for her husband. This is probably what hurt her the most. Had Martin shrunk until he disappeared, she would have had time to say goodbye to him. But the fire had stolen him. All that might even be left would be ashes, or maybe a burnt body. Then a morbid question entered her mind as she stood to her feet: would it still keep shrinking? She cared little for the shrinking anymore, as she waited for Jenny to come back from the neighbors. She had gone to get a phone number for a hotel. (Carol’s parents lived almost cross-country). As Carol stood up, Jenny came bouncing across the street with a card in her hand.
“Did you get it Jenny?” Carol asked walking down to meet her.
“Yeah, it’s right here. I’ll go pull the car out, and we can go. Did the fire chief say anything?”
“He said we should call him later tonight. I’ll call my mother a little later when we get to the hotel.”
“Mom…what are we going to say about dad?”
Once again Jenny had caught Carol off guard with her questioning. Why had she always been like that? Never sugar coated anything just…just what her father had always done.
“I really don’t know right now.”
“Do you think we should go check the house?”
“Well of course Jenny….but not right now. I don’t think I can do this right now. Your father would have been a foot tall this morning. I don’t think he got out.” Carol started crying again upon saying this. Jenny comforted her mother and slowly pulled her towards the garage. They climbed in the explorer and pulled out of the driveway, as the ash of the house was being caught up in the wind. Jenny pulled away as her mother went hysterical next to her. All she could think about was how it was finally done. The science fiction was over.

Martin Landry was in trouble. Big trouble. 50 ft. giantess trouble. He slowly backed away as Megan’s foot inched it’s way closer and closer to him. He found himself here after he had passed out in the house as it burned. He awoke only to find that the teenage blonde vixen who had seduced him before, had him captive without a ransom. He was hers and he knew it. Why the futile attempt to escape? Martin Landry knew that Megan lived about a block away from his house. Just maybe there was someway he could escape…but he would have to be quick. A block to a foot tall man is accomplishable. But to a 5 inch man? 1 inch man? He had to act fast if he wanted to see his family again. As he was creeping backwards, he bumped into something that knocked him to the floor. Megan put her foot down and started laughing out loud. As Martin got up, he turned to see what had brought about his downfall. There in front of him was a black high heeled shoe. Ironic, he thought, very ironic. He turned his glance towards Megan who was practically in tears from laughing.
“Hahahaha…you should have seen that little man…you fell right back from my shoe…hahaha…” she laughed trying to catch her breath. Martin thought her laughter might be enough to cause a distraction. He made a mad dash for the bedroom door, a good 40 yards on his level. He ran as if he was going for the gold medal, concentrating only on the slightly open door. Suddenly, he saw her foot. It slammed right in front of him, as he tripped over her toes and smashed face first into the floor.
“Ah ah ah, I don’t think so little guy. I told you that you were mine, and mine you shall stay. Now you’re going to lick my feet and like it. You know little man, I bet you wished you could’ve sucked your wife’s toes at least once before you shrank to nothing didn’t you? Well, don’t worry because you can lick, suck kiss, and massage mine all you want. So what do ya say?” Megan asked Martin as she placed her huge foot in front of him, tapping her toes softly on the carpet.
Martin thought about the possibility. He probably would never get back home, and since it was certain he would shrink to nothing, he knew what he would say. Still, he wanted to see his family again so bad. It was a fading chance, so he decided that he would do what Megan wanted. She did have the biggest sexiest feet he’d ever seen. He still didn’t know what his sudden attraction to feet was coming from, but he had to be brutally honest with himself- he wanted to do everything Megan had just asked him to do. He looked up to Megan’s giant face staring intently at him. Her green eyes frozen, her hair gently swayed, and tumbled as she was bending over. Martin dropped his view and stared at her feet. The purple nail polish she had used to decorate her toenails seemed bright and comforting. Martin knew however, that this girl was all business. Those feet could obliterate him in a second. They looked soo smooth though… . Martin cautiously walked up to her right foot as it lay a little in front of him. The width of it scared Martin as the five plump toes were as large as his head! He dropped, almost in defeat to his little knees and lowered his head to plant a kiss on her big toe.
“Ah, that’s more like tiny! Don’t worry I won’t tell anyone what you’re doing. It’ll be our ‘little’ secret! Hahaha!” Megan let out a laugh from her belly.
Martin sat there on his knees kissing her big toe. The smell was stronger than ever before as he was now almost the size of her foot. He tried to resist getting turned on by all this but he just couldn’t. Her huge feet had him hypnotized and he wanted more. He laid down and stuffed his face between her toes. Again, as he had with Carol, he smelled lotion and a hint of sweat while in the crevice of her foot. He slowly wrapped his arms around her toes and hugged them tightly to him, feeling totally powerless, surrounded by Megan. He heard her giggle as she probably thought this was funny. A grown man sucking on her foot like there was no tomorrow. Martin knew she wanted it though. He didn’t care if she wanted to feel high and mighty by making him grovel like this. He only cared for self satisfaction now. The thought of never seeing Carol or Jenny again, made him angry, and only made him worship her foot harder. He licked her toes and started to move to the top of her foot, when suddenly it raised up high above him.
“Oh, Mr. Landry if only Jenny could see you now. And your wife? What would she think? But now little man, I think it’s time we took this one step farther!” Megan said again with that menacing grin.
Slowly her enormous foot began lowering onto him. Martin tried to inch away, but it swooped onto him faster than he anticipated. His body was practically engulfed by it, as he lay squirming for air underneath her sole. Megan laughed, as Martin’s slight movements tickled, sending shivers down her body. Martin meanwhile, was almost suffocating to death, as her sole was everywhere he tried to move. Suddenly he felt something again. His groin began to swell as Megan’s toes began rubbing his crotch as she had done the day before. Only this time they were so large, Martin peaked almost instantly. He wasn’t expecting to feel the massive strength of her toes like that again….and it was too much. He cried out in pleasure, as the giantess felt his slight explosion on her foot. Martin felt a whoosh of fresh air, as Megan took her foot off him. Martin was in a stupor, laying there as if he had been electrocuted. (He might as well have been, the experience was so great, he couldn’t even move).
“Well, I guess I could say, oops, I did it again, couldn’t I little guy? Ah, look you made a mess again, so you stay put and I’ll be right back.” Megan said as she went towards the bathroom.
Martin lay there completely a mess himself. The fact that he had gotten himself off with this 18 year old again, almost broke him. He had always promised to be true to Carol, but now circumstances were taking him over. The one thing he had always been able to do, control his sexual urges, he couldn’t anymore. This giantess girl had seduced him with only the twitch of her foot. Martin truly was losing himself to the shrinking. Physically and mentally. He had been bigger than her foot this time, but next time? Would he be the size of her foot? Her toe? Smaller? He had practically accepted the fact that her foot would be his downfall, but that didn’t mean he looked forward to shrinking away to nothing. Just as he was starting to get up, he saw Megan re-entering her room. She was simply awesome. He looked up at her with fear and lust all at once.
“Well Mr. Landry, I know you’ve probably gotten used to this sort of thing but I’m going to measure you again.” Megan said removing a tape measure from her pocket.
Martin looked at her blankly. He knew he had shrunk, and that she was only doing this to humiliate him even more. He decided to stand strong, no matter what the reading. She place the end at his little feet, and pulled it to the top of his head. Martin flinched only a tiny bit.
“Wow, tiny! You’re a whole nine inches! Hey you know that’s funny…that’s just about the size of my foot! Now things should get interesting, hmm?” she said all smiles.
Martin felt like crying but knew he had to hold it in. He looked at her and only smiled weakly back.
“Oh, don’t worry…I’ll take good care of you. But you know, if I’m to take care of you in your final days shall we say, you’re gonna have to do something for me. How about a foot rub tiny?”
Megan spun around until her feet were planted directly in front of Martin. He was horrified to see they were as tall as him. The wrinkles of the bottom of her foot were more pronounced and he could trace every one up and down.
“Maybe you didn’t understand Mr. Landry. I said how about a foot massage!” Megan said stomping her foot.
This threw Martin backa little, but soon he regained his composure and walked up to her left foot. He looked at her face through her toes, and saw the smile she was sporting. He had little choice, as he put his hands to her soft and supple sole…and began to rub.
“Ohhhh, that feels so good…hmmm…you know it’s funny Mr. Landry? The last time I saw my father, he was walking out the door with all his stuff. I called out to him, ‘stay home daddy! Stay home dad!’. But do you think he did? Hell no. He took off with that tramp and left my mother and me. I know you aren’t my dad but I promised myself I wouldn’t let you escape from me. So you know what it’s like to feel total domination over somebody? It’s great! I mean I just made you orgasm with my big toe! It’s a rush and a half Mr. Landry. You know though, it’s better you’re with me. I mean for your family. Jenny was ready to go insane and I can only imagine your wife was the same. Can you imagine the psychological damage Jenny would have incurred had she saw you disappear? Scarred for life. But now, the rest of the world will just think you died in the fire, a helpless, insignificant, shrinking man.”
Martin stood there rubbing Megan’s foot as he thought about what she said. Maybe it was better. He so wanted to see them one more time though. He was so confused…
“I’m sorry.” He said meekly.
“You what?” Megan said leaning in for a better listen.
“I said I’m sorry…for your dad leaving like that.”
Megan was taken back a little by this.
“Yeah, well it ain’t your problem. You just keep slobbering at my feet while I take a nap little man.”

Martin stood there as he rubbed his hands over the huge expanse of Megan’s sole. The smell of her feet gently wafted over to his nostrils as he looked on in awe. Her feet were well taken care of. The smoothness of them was actually incredible. The wrinkles all seemed to come together perfectly on her foot, as her slender toes nearly brushed Martin’s lips. He noticed the toenails, and how they were perectly manicured telling him the obvious; she cared for her feet. But now it looked like that job would be his, for a while anyway. He had all but given up on escape, knowing by now he would never make it. The journey itself would take time, and time was one thing Martin Landry was running out of. The shrinking was making him really small now, as he was now barely taller than Megan’s foot. Her toes were gargantuan to him, and if he wanted, he could embrace her whole foot like a lover. But for how long? Soon he knew her foot would be bigger than him. He was curious about what it would be like to be smaller than her foot. He knew he would be soon enough, but he was overwhelmed with the idea. Would the smell be as powerful as it is now? He so loved that smell. It made him think of Carol. Her feet had smelled similar when they had last…. He stopped. He knew thinking of Carol would drive him insane, knowing he could never be with his wonderful wife again. Instead he would be here. Trapped by feet that were slowly getting bigger.
Martin began to throw himself entirely to his work. Megan was surely almost asleep by now, as she had stopped talking to him almost five minutes ago. He concentrated on massaging her feet and holding up his diminishing ego. He still refused to give into a complete breakdown of emotion. He would carry on. But now, he felt that ever familiar twinge in his crotch when he was around women’s feet. He didn’t care anymore about being true to Carol. He had to start accepting that this was going to be it. He was so disgusted with his situation that he only wanted to feel good at any cost. Megan’s feet could do this for him. He continued rubbing, but slowly inched his way closer to her foot. He put his face to it. The odor being emitted made him shudder in pleasure. Slowly he extended his tongue and licked her toe. This wasn’t as romantic as when he did it with his wife. He truly cared for Carol, but now his lustful instincts were taking over. As he kissed the massive foot, he heard a slight purr coming from beyond Megan’s legs. He hoped she was still asleep. Gently, he wrapped his arms around her foot and stuffed his face to the instep. He was lost there, completely overcome by the urge. The smell was intoxicating and the texture was heavenly. He jumped up a little and wrapped his legs around the foot also. Slowly it bent in his direction, which simulated for Martin how it had covered him totally earlier. Then he put his whole body into motion, rubbing it against the warm, supple surface. He came with a furious outburst, releasing her foot and dropping clumsily to the floor. As he hit the floor, he looked up again to see the huge form, with it’s five long toes, hovering above him. This time he lost it. He opened his eyes and water poured forth, sending Martin into near hysteria. The reality of his life had caught him by the throat, and it was suffocating. He could no longer hold face and be a tough man. He missed his family and he missed his life. He lay there thinking about what exactly he had lost. The american dream had been flushed away. Gone were his wife, child, house, job, car, and his stature. All that was left in it’s place was a prisoner of a deadly unforeseen force that was making him smaller. If only there was a way to get home. Some way…
Suddenly Martin felt a slight breeze hitting him on top of his head. It chilled his spine, as he stood up to see it’s whereabouts. His eyes opened wide as he turned away from Megan’s foot. Then he realized that something was finally going his way. Now his chances looked a little better. The bedroom door was open.
Martin’s heart raced as thoughts flew from his brain at a mile a minute. He turned to check on Megan as he saw she appeared to still be in slumber. He knew it was now or never. He turned again towards the door and began pacing quietly towards it. It was close. Real close. His form moved like a shadow across the blue carpet, this time making sure not to trip stupidly. At long last he reached the door without detection. He looked once more at Megan. She appeared to be moving a little! Martin turned towards the hall and ran like hell. Never had he moved faster. As he was racing for freedom, he heard Megan cry out to him.
“HEY! WHERE ARE YOU, YOU LITTLE BASTARD! DID I SAY YOU COULD STOP!” she was furious.
Martin didn’t care to look back. The hall was long and straight and he was almost half way there. Suddenly he heard foot falls behind him.
“GET BACK HERE NOW!” Megan yelled to him.
Martin continued running as the footsteps began to accelerate. He was almost to the edge of the hall when a slammed into something. He collapsed in pain. A light switch turned on above him and light flooded the hall. He looked up and a smile broke across his face. It was Jenny.
Jenny looked down and nearly fell over in disbelief as to what she saw. The father she thought was dead was alive and in her friends house. She took a few steps back to make sure she wasn’t imagining things. Her father was really here though, tiny and all.
“Oh….uh, hi Jenny. Listen I can explain it all.” Megan started.
“Yeah, explain it all! Jenny quick, take me home now!” Martin said standing up.
Jenny looked at her father and then to her friend.
“What the hell is he doing here?” she asked Megan.
“Listen Jenny. Since you told me he was shrinking, I have to be honest. I was curious. I went over your house yesterday and took a look for myself. I happened to be walking by your house this morning when I saw it go up in a blaze. I ran in to find you guys, but apparently you were already out. That’s when I saw him there. I grabbed him and ran back to my house.”

“Don’t listen to her Jenny! She’s the one that burned our house down and kidnapped me. She was making me do absurd things like kiss her feet.” Martin retaliated.
“Is this true Meg?” Jenny asked her friend.
“Listen Jenny. I didn’t burn your house down and kidnap your father. I won’t lie to you though, I did make him do the things with my feet. Think about it Jenny. He’s caused you how much pain? How much confusion? I mean your whole family life is ruined. Without him you’ll never have enough money for college. What about your mother? You think she’s just gonna stroll away like this didn’t happen? No way! It’s probably off to the looney bin for her. He abandoned you Jenny. Or he is abandoning you. How dare he leave you like that. He should pay for it! Obviously he must have done something to deserve it. Maybe it’s some weird STD that he got from a hooker. But the bottom line is he’s going to leave you. He should get grief for that.”
Jenny sat there with a confused look on her face. She knew Megan was right and that her dad was leaving her. But was it really his fault? She knew it would tear his mother to pieces. She understood that she would most likely be on her own. She had never been on her own. How dare he leave her!
Martin looked up at his daughter with puppy dog eyes, only wanting her to take him home. As he stood there, he saw a smile break out across Jenny’s face. It confused him a little.
“You know Megan, my dad died this morning in a fire. I really need something to cheer me up. Does it really feel good to have this thing worship your feet?”
Martin couldn’t believe it! What the hell was his daughter doing! Why wasn’t she taking him home right now? And what did she mean by ‘this thing’?
“Ohhh, honey, it’s to die for!” Megan said.
“Then let’s go.”
Suddenly Megan picked Martin up in her hand and the three strolled back into her bedroom. Martin was speechless towards Jenny’s actions. He was crushed. This time the door was closed…

Martin gasped for air as he was carried by Megan into her bedroom. Not so much from her fingers tight grip, but from utter shock at what his daughter had just committed. She had had the power to set him free from this elaborate trap Megan had set for him. But in an instant all the good parenting Martin could have ever done failed before his eyes. She had sentenced him ultimately to an uneasy ending. His daughter now appeared to be as gone as Megan was. Jenny didn’t see him as her father anymore. This whole idea sent shivers down Martin’s spine, as he realized he was exiting the human race and entering some strange shrunken existence. If his own daughter didn’t even look at him as a person, why would anyone else? He had no rational explanation for her actions.
Now he saw the huge door to Megan’s bedroom slam shut and he was quickly lowered and placed on the floor. The giant girls sat on the bed, their feet close to him on the floor. Jenny was wearing those sandals with the three inch heels. Martin was terrified as he no longer could tell what they would do to him. All the while the situation made him sick. He remembered his father telling him about being in the Korean War. How he had fought off the enemy to survive a ten mile hike back to base. What an embarrasment Martin would be if his father saw him now. Completely at the mercy of women’s giant feet, their large shoes able to squash him at anytime. It was humiliating to say the least. Now, he turned his gaze north, as he looked up to the giantesses massive faces. Smiles shown brightly across either one, both focused squarely on Martin. Quietly, he stared up at them frightened to death at what was coming next.
Jenny was to make the first move. She spoke softly to her father, as he continued to shrink. (Martin was down to about 8 inches!).
“You know, I completely understand what Megan did. You would have caused so much pain to mom if she had seen you this small. You should have killed yourself when you saw what was happening. Do you have any idea what it’s like? Knowing that your dad simply disappeared into nothingness one day! But like I said, you aren’t my dad. May be one time you were, but my dad was a giant in my eyes. He was the perfect person and parent in the world. Whatever was truly left of him burned with our house. You’re just a plaything Martin.” Jenny said now almost in tears.
“Owh, come here Jenny.” Megan said as she leaned her friends head on her shoulder.
Ouch. Martin wanted to start crying himself from hearing this. His daughter apparently was no longer his daughter. Martin continued looking at them with a hurt look in his eye.
“Well Jenny, I’ll tell you what. Why don’t you take your shoes off and we’ll have little Marty here give you a nice foot massage. Does that sound good?” Megan asked. Jenny nodded her head.
“You heard her tiny…get to work!” Megan ordered down to Martin.
The ultimate humiliation had arrived. Martin Landry was now being forced to worship his own daughter’s feet as he continued to shrink. He knew he had to do it which made things even worse. Slowly he strode over to Jenny’s huge sandaled foot. She had even larger feet than Megan so he knew her feet would be bigger than him. Her pink painted toes openly showed for his services mesmerized Martin as they were monstrous in comparison to his body. He stood there at jenny’s feet and slowly began to massage her big toe. It was huge and the smell sent Martin into a shameful erection. His daughter was now manipulating him. Suddenly Megan barked from above.
“HEY TINY…YOU CALL THAT A FOOT MASSAGE! TAKE OFF HER SHOES!”
Martin, fearful still of the girls, moved towards Jenny’s sandal strap. He tried with all his might to move the large metal buckle, but simply couldn’t. Instead he tried to rub the side of her foot. Her skin was warm and soft. He tried to settle into this humiliating state peacefully, but soon there was yelling again.
“Will you look at that Megan? He can’t even take my shoe off. What a pathetic weakling he’s become. Will you help a girl out dear?” Jenny asked her friend.
“Why sure Jenny.” Megan said as she kneeled down at Jenny’s feet. This brought her face close to Martin. She looked on at his diminishing form, a complete beauty. Her soft green eyes had a hint of wickedness to them. He lips soft and perfect. Her golden hair hung from her head in such a graceful manner. Martin was terrified, as her face was about the size of a car.
“Step aside little man and I’ll help you.” She said pushing Martin down to the floor.
As Megan went to undo the sandal strap, Jenny suddenly let forth a tremendous kick to Megan’s lip. Megan fell back hard to the floor in complete shock. The taste of blood quickly entered her mouth. She went to stand up, but again felt a thunderous blow fall upon her chest. She went to breathe in, but could not find the air to take in, and passed out.
Jenny quickly checked to make sure that her friend was indeed unconcious. As soon as it was confirmed, she whipped around to find her dad. Jenny had known that Megan was a black belt in karate. If she had tried anything in the hall, she probably would have been beaten to a bloody pulp. She had to go along with the situation until a decent opportunity arose. Now she knew that her and her father needed to get the hell out of there. She quickly looked at the floor and saw him laying there.
“Dad are you ok, dad!? Dad speak to me come on!” She said kneeling to check on her father.
Martin was stunned at what he had just witnessed. The girl whom he thought had turned her back on him had just saved him. He looked at his daughter in glee.
“Ye…yeah I’m ok Jenny. Are you ok?”
“I’m fine dad…just fine.” She said half laughing, half crying.
“Jenny, why did you say all that stuff about me?”
“Oh, don’t worry dad. That was just to throw her off. You know you’ll always be my dad, now matter what. But now we gotta get you home to mom!” She said quickly scooping her father in her arms and racing out of Megan’s house.
Carol tried to sleep on the hard uncomfortable hotel mattress, but simply couldn’t. She wanted so badly to go back to the wreckage of her house and at least search for her missing husband. Her tears had long since run dry, and she had vomited once or twice. Jenny said she would be back soon. What was taking her so long? Carol cared little for being alone at this point. The strange events that encompassed her over the past few days were done and had claimed her husband in the process. Now she only wanted to melt away with Martin. To somehow go and never come back. She could not stand being alone. Where the hell was Jenny!?!
Just as she was about to call her cell phone, Carol heard a door open in the room. She turned to see her daughter walk into the room carrying her purse.
“Jenny thank goodness you’re home, I-“
“Mom, stop…” she said making her mother pause, “I think we should go sit over on the bed.”
They both sat on the hard surface and Jenny gingerly placed her purse next to her.
“Mom, I know this isn’t going to be easy for you but you have to know it. You see, Megan’s the one who burned our house down.”
“What! Why on earth…”
“Wait, let me finish. You see I told her about dad. I had to mom, she was my best friend. But she was more messed up than I thought. She set fire to the house just so she could kidnap dad. I went over there, and well…” Jenny said as she opened her purse. She pulled Martin out and placed him on the bed in the middle of them.
Carol’s heart stopped. She could have sworn it literally stopped beating. She might as well have seen a ghost. There before her was the man she loved, whom she thought was dead. Martin was smaller than ever, being almost palm sized to her, but he was alive! The husband and wife stared at each other in silence for a good minute, neither knowing exactly what to say.
“Hi honey.”
Carol burst out crying and planted a huge kiss that covered most of Martin’s head.
“Hi Martin!”

The hotel room of the Landry’s was filled with an inaudible joy, as the man of the family had been returned to them. Their sheer happiness was so much that Carol and Jenny cried for almost fifteen minutes, only knowing that truthfully Martin hadn’t died in the blaze of their house. But as good as it all felt, truly they knew, Carol more so, that Martin’s time was extremely limited. He had been continually shrinking all through out this kidnapping to rescuing, to happy reunion. He was down to about 8 inches tall, and that wouldn’t last long. Carol began to clear her eyes, and blow her nose, all the while her tiny man stood there, clinging to her left arm not saying a word. She looked down to see Martin on the bed, and was scared at how small he was. He in truth, was barely the length of her forearm. She felt so relieved though, that all of this didn’t matter. It didn’t matter that Martin was the size of, (smaller) than a barbie doll. He was her husband and she loved him. Shrinking or no shrinking. Now though, it was hard to even understand him, as she heard him whisper something as he stood wrapped around her arm.
“What’d you say Martin?” she asked.
Martin Landry looked up at the impossible sight above him. Things were all starting to look that way now. Impossible. Although his height had been minute before, things had started looking monstrous ever since he saw Jenny’s huge foot at Megan’s house. He realized now that he had come to an unreal world. No longer would anything look normal to him or feel normal. He had to cope with this realization and it did hurt him. But for now, he only wished to stay wrapped around Carol’s arm. He looked up into her gentle blue colored eyes and spoke louder so she could hear.
“I said stay with me until the end Carol. Please, I so want you here with me.” Martin said in an almost pathetic voice.
His giant wife looked down on him and bent to kiss him on the top of the head. Martin felt chills as her kiss covered the entire top of his head.
“I’ll stay with you until the end…of course I will dear. But first I think I’m going to take a quick shower. Jenny why don’t you stay here with your father until I get out. Then we can order room service.” Carol suggested looking towards her daughter.
Jenny smiled and nodded.
“Yeah sure. But first I should go get some ice don’t you think. Well, no I don’t want to leave dad alone again.”
“No,” Martin interjected his tiny voice, “go get ice I’ll be fine.”
“Are you sure Martin?” Carol asked.
“Yeah, don’t worry about me.”
So with that, Jenny left, hopping out of the room and towards the elevator. Carol strolled into the bathroom and Martin Landry was left standing on the football field sized bed. He sat down and thought about the past days events. Never could anything prepare him for the ordeal he had faced (was facing). Shrinking just seemed so impossible, yet he was living proof of such an occurrence. The simple idea that his wife was taller than him and practically a giantess boggled his mind when he really stopped to comprehend it all. But the facts were simple, and right now Martin Landry didn’t want to concentrate on facts. He literally only had hours left before the inevitable. He wanted to feel good and as good as possible. He stood to his feet and walked to the edge of the huge bed. He thought back to how high and menacing the bed had looked this morning. Right now made this morning look like a mere leap off of a diving board. Martin didn’t want to feel entrapped by the higness of the bed, and so began to shimmy down the covers. It scared him, but for some odd reason he was excited all along. Here he was going on an adventure in a simple hotel room. The mere craziness of it all made Martin giddy.
Soon he reached the bottom of the bed and dropped quietly onto the thin carpet. He took in all of the sights from this new view and was simply amazed at it all. Of course this all scared him watching his world get bigger, but he was now beyond any semblance of normalcy. At first he had been scared of shrinking because it hindered him from society. He was far from that point now and the smaller and smaller he became, the more he wanted to explore things. He began a walk around the perimeter of the bed and looked all around. As he turned the first corner, a whiff of something surrounded his form and put a smile on Martin’s face. There in front of his tiny form was Carol’s sandal. He approached it with caution, not from fear, but from awe. The shoe was huge! The brown straps hung a mere two feet from him and the smell was intense. Little Martin looked at the door to make sure he was still alone and walked up for a closer view.
The indentations in the wearied leather formed the shape of his wife’s toes and other parts formed her foot. Martin stood in the sandal, ultimately coming to realize it surpassed his size.
“My wife’s foot is bigger than me.” He said outloud to himself. “The same foot that my own foot was much larger than is now bigger than my whole body. I’m small.” He said admiting it to himself.
He laid down on the squishy surface and put his face where her toes would be. The smell drove Martin crazy, causing him instant arousal. He quickly sat up and stepped out of the sandal as an idea struck him. He would have to move fast.
Martin broke out in a sprint for the bathroom door. He wanted just once more to see his lovely wife in the nude. She had so tantalized Martin as a woman. He knew his chance was fading, and so he decided to look upon her gorgeous body for one last time. As he neared the door, he heard the shower running. The water sounded so much louder to him now. He hoped she left the door open. If she hadn’t Martin would be left to his fate without one last thrill. He saw a light from under the crack of the door…and up the side. The door was open but slightly.
Martin pushed ever so quietly the white door open just enough to squeeze his tiny body through. The sound of the rushing waters filled the small bathroom, as well as the sound of Carol humming something to herself in the shower. Martin was getting really excited now. The mere thought of seeing his wife naked on this scale intrigued him. He didn’t know what to expect. Would he be aroused, awed, or simply turned off? Thoughts of his manhood and how it had slowly been stripped from him entered his frantic mind. HE had been reduced to a sneaking 8 inch man entering into the shower only to see his wife in silence. He struggled to remove these bad thoughts of his situation and focus solely on the task at hand. He had to see Carol. He approached the tub and the massive white shower curtain moving around the strewn about clothes on the floor. The gentle sound of his wife humming rose above the harsh water, and Martin began to calm a little. He reached the cold hard white surface of the tub. As he reached to touch it, he felt moisture running down his backside. He looked up only to see water dripping off the side of the shower. He also realized just how high the top of the tub was. It was going to be a leap. Martin took a few steps back and took a running start to try and clear the wall. He put his hands in front of him, half to shield his face from impact, half to grab hold of the top. He hit with a minor thud and hung from the top of the tub. He scrambled with his legs to gain traction and pull himself up. When it was all said and done Martin lay atop the tubs wall straddling it. He felt winded and like he had just run a military training course, but he would not be stopped. Martin didn’t care how silly he looked, the point was he had made it. He stood to his feet and used the shower curtain that was tucked on the inside as balance. He walked cautiously along the side to the back wall of the shower.
As he reached the side, he pulled back the shower curtain to peek inside. This was the big moment! Martin stuck his head inside. He gasped at the sight he saw. There before him, standing nearly 10 stories high was his wife. He struggled for air as he watched the water flow down her silky cream colored back and down her wonderful rear. The water wrapped itself falling downward around her legs and pooled softly at her huge feet. Her hair lay soaked on her neck and she moved her arms back and forth removing the shampoo from it. Martin could not believe the beauty she radiated. Carol no longer looked like his wife, but some goddess bathing in the sea. Suddenly, she turned towards Martin, tilting her head back under the shower head. Martin almost passed out as her enormous bosom came into his view. Her breasts hung there gracefully, water covered, dripping down her gorgeous stomach to her…aww…Martin was enthralled. He took a step closer to the edge, and suddenly felt his legs give way. He struggled but only a second as he realized he was falling into the tub! He let forth a quick yelp, but slammed down hard, rolling towards his wife’s immense feet.
As Martin lay there in pain, he opened his eyes to see Carol staring down at him smiling.
“Martin, you scared me half to death! What are you doing baby?” she asked.
Martin tried to give a response but found himself extremely winded. Suddenly he felt Carol’s two hands wrap themselves around Martin. Then he began to move upward! He was scared, yet also felt safe as his wife literally picked him off his feet. She held him close to her face, Martin taking in her beauty.
“What are you doing in here Martin?” she asked again with a chuckle.
“I, well…I just wanted to see you like this one more time, that’s all Carol. I’m sorry, but I just had to honey.” Martin said gaining his senses back.
Carol smiled almost flattered that her husband would do such a thing for her after seventeen years. She lowered Martin again to the floor of the shower by her feet. Martin looked up puzzled at what she was doing.
“I’ll just put you there and you do whatever you feel like doing baby.” She said quite seductively.
Martin sat there as the water rushed past him, staring at his wife’s perfect form. He had come into the shower not knowing what to expect to feel or do. Now things were becoming quite apparent. He wanted Carol. He wanted her bad.
He knew being intimate at all was impossible and had been for some time, but it crushed him. Now in his hour of need, he no longer had the size to match the will. He took a step forward and approached her massive foot. All the while he felt her looking down on him. As he got to the foot, he kneeled before it, astounded at it’s size. Her toes lay in front of him and the sight of them was all too much for Martin. He moved in to plant a kiss on her big toe when he came to realize that Carol’s foot was even bigger than Megan’s or Jenny’s when he had been this close. He knew of course it was his shrinking, but in his mind this made Carol all the more goddess-like. As he kissed her toe, the water all over it flowed into is mouth and he gulped it down. He continued kissing her toes, sticking his head all in between them, feeling the water and the flesh surround him. Carol began laughing as Martin quickly looked up.
“What’s so funny?” he asked.
“Hahaha,…no it’s just I guess you really do like my feet. Here,” she said as she crouched in the tub, lifting her foot and standing it next to Martin, “kiss my foot.”
Martin looked at her foot as it was now taller than him. He had wondered what it would be like to be smaller than a woman’s foot, and now he had found out. He indulged himself on Carol’s offer, completely giving into his desire. Stroking and licking her foot, he hugged it also, (or as much as he could), in utter surrender to everything. To his new found liking of feet, to the shrinking, to his wife, to everything. He would no longer care what happened. His inner most desires were spilling out before his very eyes.
As he continued worshipping Carol’s foot, she swiftly moved the other one in, and in effect, trapped Martin between her huge feet. Martin was in another place, as he felt his wife completely surround him with her feet. Everywhere he turned, her toes or instep was there…and he loved it. After a while, he exploded over her foot, releasing with it, fear and anger. He collapsed on the tub floor, exhausted as the cool water covered him.
Carol turned off the shower and stepped out, leaving Martin inside. She smiled to herself knowing that in some small way, she made Martin unafraid of what would happen to him. She had promised to be with him and now she had fulfilled his wish. She quickly dried off, and throwing a towel over her head, looked back down at Martin. He laid there with his eyes closed and she thought of how cute he looked. How tiny he had gotten, yet she had never lost attraction toward him.
“Hey little romeo…” she said teasingly.
Martin opened his eyes and stared up at Carol.
“Hey.” He responded.
“Let’s get you out of there and dried off, huh?” she said, already reaching to pick him up.
Martin felt like a little kid being taken care of, as Carol gently (very gently because of his size) ran a towel over him, drying his body. When this was all done, she picked him up again and carried him out into the hotel room.
“Mom, mom I can’t find dad!” Jenny said running up to her mother in a panic.
“Hey, hey it’s ok Jenny. Your father came into the bathroom with me.”
Jenny looked down and saw her tiny dad in her hand.
“Oh…jeez, don’t do that to me. Losing you once is all I can stand.”
“Me too. I’m sorry Jenny.”
“Yeah, it’s ok dad. Anyway, I called room service like you asked mom, so you better get dressed, and um, hide dad?” she said

That night, the Landry’s ate dinner. They hadn’t done so since the beginning of all this and Martin couldn’t have asked for more. He sat there on the bed, a mere 6 inches now, and watched his family. He didn’t really eat, as he was preparing himself for the night. He thought back over everything he had done with them, from vacations, to restaurants, to just sitting around. He never wanted to hurt them like this, but he couldn’t control it. They had accepted him and the situation and treated him fairly. Now as he prepared to basically shrink away, he wished he could do something for his family before it happened. He stood up on the mattress as the two women ate.
“Hey,” he said waving his arms, “I have something to say.”
“Mom I think dad’s trying to say something.” Jenny said. Martin had become almost inaudible from even a short distance away. They leaned in close and listened.
“I just wanted to say thanks you guys. I mean, nothing like this has ever happened to other families, and I appreciate what you did for me. I just wish there was someway to repay you.”
Carol looked at her tiny husband with tears welling up.
“Martin, you don’t owe us a thing. You are the perfect husband and father no matter what size you are. We love you just the same.”
“Yeah dad. Just remember how much I love you, and we’ll do the same.”

The time was nine at night and Martin Landry stood 4 inches high. Carol and Jenny had gone to sleep, as they had already said there good byes. Martin assumed it would be best if in the end, they didn’t watch him disappear. Jenny had cried and so had Carol. Martin promised to be with them until the end. That time seemed fast approaching. Now a darkness had set into the hotel room, and he stood on the nightstand staring at his family. He didn’t care to stay there all night and hoped down onto the bed. He walked up until reaching his wife’s huge face. It was billboard size now, and still incredibly beautiful. Martin looked at her eyes and thought about how pretty they were. It was then he realized he would probably never talk to his wife again and a tear fell from him.
“I wish I would stop shrinking…I wish.” He said to himself.
With this, he kissed Carol’s cheek and lay down beside his wife, prepared for, well, whatever was next for him.

To be continued…

Stay Home Dad Epilogue
TTETF’

The hot sun beat down upon the blue buick that pulled into the white house on 45 Shradle Road. The metal was extremely hot and could burn on the touch. As the car came to a halt, the door opened and a lovely, Latino woman wearing sandals stepped out. She had sunglasses on and a white blouse on her body. She had long smooth legs and pretty, tanned feet. She approached the door and rang the bell once. She waited anxiously for the person behind the door to answer. Finally, the door opened and a cute blonde woman stood behind the screen door.
“Mrs. Landry?” the Latin woman asked.
“Yes?”
“May I talk to you…it’s about your husband.”
“What do you know about my husband? He’s dead Ms…”
“Chavez…Marea Chavez. Listen, I know about the strange occurences with his death. Please let me in.”
Carol opened the door and let the woman in. Why did her name sound familiar?
“Listen Mrs. Landry, I know what happened to your husband and I feel I should tell you. You see, I was his last client and I broke our agreement and confessed to murder. He got angry with me and that’s when I did it. I know I shouldn’t have, but I did. I put a curse on him. I’m somewhat of a witch you could say. I did it and, well, I’m sure you’re aware of the effects. I have been in prison for the past five years and just recently got released on a technicality. I just wanted to tell you.”
Carol felt her blood boiling and she was ready to exlode…but she remained calm.
“Well Ms. Chavez, I guess I should be thankful. Now I know who shrunk my husband! Listen bitch, I don’t care who you are but you aren’t sorry about a thing. If you really are responsible for this, I hope you get to experience what it’s like to watch your lover get smaller by the day. Get the hell out of my house and I don’t want to ever see you again. Thank you!” Carol said practically throwing Marea out the door.
Carol went back and sat down in her living room. She felt like crying, but she couldn’t. She wouldn’t allow the old wounds to be torn open. She had adjusted to her new life fine. Just then, she began to remove her shoes. It was a tight squeeze with the right one for an obvious reason. Once she was done she placed her right shoe on the seat next to her.
“Alright, tiny, come on out.” She said to the shoe.
Slowly, Martin Landry pulled himself out of the hot sole of the shoe and into the light.
“Hi Martin. How are you doing babe?” she asked.
Martin Landry, still 4 inches tall was a bit woozy from being inside his wife’s shoe, as was the custom for him. Ever since that night in the hotel, he had some how, stopped shrinking at 4 inches. It was unexplainable, but honestly Martin didn’t care for an explanation. He was still alive and with his family. Carol, Jenny and him had decided after, that he couldn’t be allowed to just wander as a normal man, since the world was a far different place now for him. They had agreed to carry him, or at least one of them, be with him at all times. Often with Jenny, he was in her purse. With Carol he had experimented with being in her shoe, as he loved giving her daily foot massages (which were more than welcome by Carol). As the years went by, and Jenny went to college, Martin found himself more and more under the sole of his wife’s beautiful foot. Now it was practically a daily occurenece that he be put in her shoe. Martin loved his wife more than ever as a small man. But now, he looked up into her big beautiful blue eyes.
“Well, I’m ok Carol. Who was that at the door?”
Carol was about to tell him but…she knew it would hurt him bad. Really bad. They were just now starting to forget the shrinking and move on with their lives, and she was certain Marea Chavez was not a name Martin wanted to hear ever again.
“It was…nobody. Nobody at all dear. Say, would you like to watch some tv with me? I’ll get you something to drink too.” She said putting on a smile.
Martin smiled back with a nod.
“I sure would.”

Marea Chavez told Martin Landry once that he really did belong under women. She had cursed him and assumed that shrinking him would be the worst thing to do to him. However, Marea was wrong. Shrinking Martin Landry merely gave him a new perspective on life and his family. He may not belong under his wife’s foot, but he’s happy being there nonetheless.

THE END