The Pet

by

Jason Reed

Here I am and I guess it is here I stay.  My name is Peter
Lewis, or at least it was.  Damn where do I began.  I was on my way
home from work one evening where I stopped at a nearby grocery store.
 It was there where I ran into my wife Cynthia.  Cynthia and I have
been seperated for three months.  I ran into her in the frozen food
section.  I thought it would be respectful to say hi at least. She
just stared at me.  Suddenly, she reaches into her purse and pulls
out a mirror like object.  Everything went blind but only for a
moment.  When my vision was back I saw her but as a giant.  She was
dressed in a blue dress with white stockings and black mid heel
pumps. Cynthia at the time was on 5ft tall.  She had a child and
ended up putting on alot of weight.  She was 250 Ibs.  She was huge
to me. I then saw her take her right stockinged foot out of its
shoe.  She quickly grabbed me with her toes, brought me to the pump
and carefully slipped her foot back into its shoe w
 ith me between her first and second toe.  I did not know what was to
come but it all happened so fast.  Now as I speak.  My wife is
walking with me in the toe section of her shoe.  It stinks in here
and I dont know how much longer I can take this.  The pounding.  The
smell and burning sweat. 


THE BEGINNING

    
   Cynthia made her way out of the store.  Peter had room enough to
squirm and surprisingly enough he was not being crushed too bad.  His
wife would normally wear size 8's but this day she had on a size 9.
This made Peter slide back and fourth from the toe section the the
heel however Cynthia would walk.  She tried her best though to keep
him within the toe section.  The movement of Cynthia's walking was
begining to make Peter sick.  Not just that but the heat was also
horrible.  The smell was also bad and was making Peter vomit.  Little
did Peter know that Cynthia's spell was designed for him to live
through all of this.  It was not designed for him though to like or
enjoy all of this.  Cynthia finally made it to the car.
Unfortunately for Peter, he slipped directly under Cynthia's arch and
she at the time was looking for her keys.  While she was standing
still, Peter was being stood on and was about as flat as a sheet of
paper. Cynthia had finally found her keys and got
 into the car. Peter was relieved but knew that things would soon
get rough again.  As Cynthia took off in her Impala, she made sure
she knew of Peters position inside her pump.  Whenever she pressed
the accelerator or the brake she made sure that Peter was directly
under her arch.  Cynthia was enjoying her ride while Peter was
finding the ride unbearable and hellafied.  He wanted out in the
worst way but there was no escape nor sympathy from Cynthia's
stockinged right foot. Cynthia knew that he was in pain but this
meant nothing to her.  His pain was her pleasure.  Every time she sat
at a red light she would grip Peter with her toes.  For Peter though
all he knew at this point was pain, stench, sweat, heat, and
darkness.  All of this with only the company of Cynthia's stockinged
right foot.

   Cynthia had finally arrived to her house.  Peter at this
time was unconsious.  The heat inside the pump was too much for him.
Cynthia walked into the house and took her pumps off.  " Oh poor
twerp left a run in my stocking! ", Cynthia said to herself.
Cynthia left her pumps by the front door and walked into her bedroom.
 When she got there she reached inside of her dirty laundry basket
and pulled out a dirty and horrible smelling nylon.  With the nylon
in hand she walked back to the living roomand towards the front door
where her dreaded pumps were.  Cynthia's feet smelled so bad even she
covered her nose, however, Peter was unconsious.  She reached the
shoe Peter layed in.  She then picked up the shoe and dumped Peter in
her hand.  She then dropped Peter in the opening of the nylon. Peter
finally awoke from all of the movement that was going on.  He was not
sure where he was but one thing he knew was that it stunk badly.
Cynthia at this time raised the nylon t
 o her eyes. She saw that Peter was awake.  " SURE HOPE YOU
RESTED WELL MY NEW PET!! IM GOING TO WATCH T.V. AND YOU WILL BE
LICKING MY ACHING SMELLY FEET.", Cynthia told Peter.  Cynthia
slid her right foot into the nylon.  Peter took no time to think due
to fear.  Again he came into contact with his wifes toes which were
still smelly, crudy, and possesed dead skin.  His position ws a bit
uncomfortable. His next view was himself, in a nylon with his wifes
toes on his back, getting ready to land in a flithy black closed toe
slipper.  He bought her these slippers three months ago.  How ironic.
 The very slippers he bought the day he left her.  Before she placed
her foot in the slipper she gave Peter one last minute instruction.
" YOU HAD BETTER LICK THEM SLAVE OR YOUR NIGHT IN THERE WILL BE
HELL.....I MEAN IT. "

     Peter, now inside Cynthia's nylon, licked away at his
new owners right foot. Cynthia sat back on the couch with her feet
proped.  She was enjoying this.  Moments later she had switched the
nylon to her other foot.  Through the whole process she got what she
wanted.  Anytime Peter would slow down he would be bent by the
flexing of Cynthia's toes.  " I AM GETTING TIRED OF HELPING YOU
LITTLE MAN.  IF YOU KEEP SLOWING DOWN I WILL NOT ONLY KEEP YOU IN MY
SLIPPER FOR THE NIGHT BUT I WOULD ALSO KEEP YOU INSIDE MY NYLON!
" It was finally 11pm.  Cynthia was ready for bed.  " OKAY
SLAVE YOU CAN STOP NOW! " she said.  Cynthia then took her
slippers off along with her nylon.  She then dumped poor Peter on the
bed.  " DAMN....I THINK I WILL SHOWER TOMORROW MORNING.  I KNOW
MY FEET AND MY COOCHIE MAY BE SMELLING UP THE WHOLE HOUSE BUT I AM
THE ONLY ONE IN HERE THAT HAS TO WORRY ABOUT THAT AND I AM TIRED.
LETS SEE PETER WHERE SHOULD I PUT YOU....MMMM. YOU KNOW PETER I
COULD
  USE YOU IN A GOOD SPOT RIGHT NOW UNTIL TOMORROW MORNING....BESIDES
ITS NOT LIKE IT WILL KILL YOU OR ANYTHING. ", Cynthia said.
" You bitch let me go now ", Peter yelled.  " I DONT
THINK SO.  I SHOULD PUNISH YOU FOR CALLING ME A BITCH SLAVE.  YOU
CANT DIE.  I SHRUNK YOU PETER FOR MY ENJOYMENT.  YOU CAN WITHSTAND
ANYTHING THAT I DO TO YOU BUT IF YOU DISOBEY ME I CAN ALWAYS REVERSE
IT AND COMPLETELY SQUASH YOU LIKE A BUG.  WELL, ENOUGH TALK PETER.  I
GUESS YOU KNOW WHERE YOUR GOING TONIGHT!! ", Cynthia said.  As
soon as she said this she picked Peter up quickly from the bed.  She
heard Peter and began to laugh.  " no.....no....noooooo!!
", Peter yelled.  As soon as Peter said his last " no
", he was dropped in the damp crotch secton of Cynthia's
panties.  Peter could only smell fish. It was very rancid.  Then the
unthinkable.  Apparently this was not what Cynthia was talking about.
 Cynthia took her and placed it into her panties.  There she pushed
Peters pathedic form deep
 into her vagina.  This action actually caused her to climax at the

To be continued