COMPANION SHOES by willie

                It was Friday evening and I had a lousy day. In fact, the whole week was lousy.

I was really looking forward to my recliner, the TV, and a strong drink. Jen, my wife,

and I had just finished dinner when she said "we're going out tonight.

                "Don't count on it" I replied. "I'm tired and I'm not going anywhere."

                She got up to carry our plates to the sink and responded "Oh yes you are."

While doing the dishes she explained to me that we were going to a party at her

friends house. She claimed to have told me at least three times through out the week.

                "What ever you say" I said turning back to the evening paper I was reading.

I knew there was no way she was getting me out of the house tonight.

                "I even bought a pair of shoes just for the party" she said. "They're called

companion shoes"

                Now she was really getting on my nerves. "Just what you need" I replied

"another pair of shoes. If I look at your stupid shoes, will you please leave me alone?"

She nodded and put one - the right one- on the table in front of me. Well I looked at the

shoe. It was black with two inch heels and a half moon shaped hole over the toe section.

"Yea real nice I said. Now will you go to the party and leave me alone?"

                "Look inside first" she ordered.

                When I looked into the shoe I saw a little velcro strap in the center going from

side to side. Below it was a small indented area. I shrugged my shoulders and put down

the shoe. "Now will you go?" I asked.

                "Smell it then I'll go" she responded with a big smile.

                So smell it I did. I was about to say it smelled like a shoe when it hit me. I

got instantly dizzy. I think I even passed out for an instance. But when I came to I

found myself sitting on top of a pile of clothes. They were giant clothes. They were my

giant clothes. And looking down at me was my giant wife with an evil grin on her face.

She shrank me. "You shrank me" I yelled, but I knew my tiny voice could not be heard.

I could tell by my surroundings that I was now about 5" tall.

                "I told you we were going out" she proclaimed in a soft but booming voice as

she moved her hand closer to me.

                "That's what you think" I yelled back as I got myself up and ran for the edge of

the chair. When I got to the edge of the chair I jumped without hesitation. Unfortunately

for me it took me so long to get out of my oversized shirt and reach the end of the chair

that she had a chance to react. I was in freefall for seconds, knowing that at this size

the fall would do me no harm. I was about to hit the floor when her hand came from out of

no where and snatched me. She wrapped her fingers around me tightly and I was unable to

move my body at all. The warm softness of her fingers felt wonderful and I instantly

began to feel warmth stirring in my groin. She slowly lifted me up to her face.

                The first thing I noticed were her full lips. From this perspective they were

awesome. Her cute nose was perfect and her huge eyes were like twin suns shining down on

me. All this was framed by a full and flowing head of blonde hair. But again, my

attention was brought back to those luscious lips. They were mesmerizing. She brought

my face close to her mouth and I thought and hoped she was going to plant those full

gorgeous lips on me. Instead she stuck her warm moist tongue out and licked my face.

"Now my little hubby I'm going to explain something to you. We are going out. I am

going to have a hell of a good time. You are going to have one hell of a bad time." Then,

she lifted up the shoe with her other hand and dropped me into it. She rolled me onto my

back and strapped me down, arms included, with the velcro strap. My back was over the

little depressed area I had noticed earlier. My face was under the hole in the shoe. I

looked out through this hole and saw my wife's smiling face looking back at me.

                Now, the emotions going through my mind at this time are hard to put into words.

I was scared, no petrified. The woman I loved was threatening to wear me in her shoe. I

liked my wife's feet, but I did not have a foot fetish. I had no idea if I could survive

being worn in a woman's shoe under her foot. I was about to find out. "Have fun dear"

she said as she lowered me and her new companion shoe to the floor.

                I laid in my new shoe prison for about 20 minutes while Jen showered and dressed.

At least her feet would be clean, I thought. My wife's feet could get pretty smelly at

times. As I laid there, contemplating my fate, I began feeling cold. At this size my

body could not retain heat for long. I began to wish Jen would hurry up so I can get

warm again. By the time she came back into the kitchen I was shivering.

                "Is my little hubby cold?" she asked. "Don't worry my feet are nice and warm"

she said as she took her bare foot out of her slipper and began inserting it into the

shoe I was in. I looked past my feet and saw her huge toes coming. Her foot stopped with

her huge big toe over my cold and limp manhood. "Let's start warming this" she said as

she began rubbing me with small circles. It did not take long for my manhood to right

itself, but after only about 30 seconds she stopped and inserted her foot more so her

big toe was now over my face. Again she rubbed with small gentle circles. already I was

feeling the warmth of her foot. After another thirty seconds of this she finished

inserting her foot and began putting some pressure on me.

                My chest was directly under the ball of her foot. If not for the depressed area

in the shoe, that most of my back and chest fit into, I would surely be crushed. My body

from the waste down was pressed under her sole. My mouth and nose were under the skin

between her big and second toes. When she pressed down on her foot there was pain, but

it was bearable. The air was forced out of my lungs. The weight on my waist and legs was

immense but the soft smooth skin of her sole molded around me. I could not move my head.

I could not breath, and all I could see was the bottom of her two toes. She kept pressure

on her foot for about half a minute, then she spread open her two toes. I opened my eyes

and I could see through her toes out the hole in the shoe. She was looking down at me

with the sexiest smile I have ever seen. "How are you doing down there hon" she said.

"After I fix my hair, we'll leave." Then she began to walk into the bedroom.

                I wasn't quite prepared for what came next. I felt my world being thrust forward.

My head for the first time came level with my feet. The pressure was off my body although

not enough that I could move. I was able to take my first breath since she inserted her

foot. I could smell the slight odor of her foot. Even after a shower feet maintain their

aroma, if even slightly. The aroma of my wife's feet was intoxicating me. I took two

breaths before her foot came back down. Then I felt my heels hit. The pressure returned

to my legs, then to my stomach, then to my chest forcing out the last breath I had just

taken, and finally to my face as my body rolled forward and down. Once again my head was

lower than my feet. All her weight was now on her toes and my face felt like it was going

to explode. Just when I felt my face would pop, the pressure stopped and I felt

myself moving forward again. This whole process continued again and again for about ten

steps into the bathroom where Jen stood in front of the mirror. Once again I could not

move or breath as she just stood there. After about five minutes had gone by I realized

that I needed to take a breath. Fortunately for me Jen spread her toes and saw my bulging

eyes looking back at her.

                "Oh I'm sorry. Do you need to breath?" she asked while lifting her toes up. I

was able to breath, but only through my nose. The aroma of her feet was getting stronger

already. God only knew how poignant they might get through out the night. After a few

breaths she looked down at me, smiled, and lowered her toes back over my face once again

cutting off my oxygen.

                I had noticed she was blow drying her hair. In the next few minutes that it took

her to finish I thought about how I could go 5 minutes without breathing. I could come

up with just one conclusion. It had something to do with the air molecules being so much

bigger now in relation to my lungs. I was wondering how much of this I could take when

Jen finished her hair and began walking again. The standing still was one thing, but the

walking was hard to take. At least with the walking I could get a breath or two in every

step.

                She took about 50 steps around the house before I heard the front door open and

close. A few more and I heard the car door open and close. Then after a little pressure

on my face, the car started up. Up until this point I had the hope that Jen would let me

go and not go through with this. But when the car started up I lost all hope. How she

could do this to me I had no clue. She did not even know if I could survive this sort

of punishment. This was when the first tears came from my eyes. This was going to be a

long night.

                I have no idea how long she drove with me at the pedal. The humming from the

accelerator and lack of air when she pressed it were putting me to sleep. But each time

I approached unconscienceness she braked. At full size, I begged Jen to go easy on the

brakes. At 5" tall, I wished she had listened. Each time she hit the brakes she hit them

with such force she almost crushed me. Not to mention the speed at which she moved her

foot and me. At least with braking, I got the opportunity to breath. Throughout the

trip, she talked down to me about what a boring man I was and how after this weekend

things were going to change. I did not listen.

                Finally, we arrived at the party. My wife was on her feet continuously the first

hour or so. She walked around a lot. Stood still for long periods of time. She made sure

I got a breath of air every few minutes. I could tell she was drinking and having a good

time. I, on the other hand, was in hell. I had a constant throbbing hard on from the

feel of her sole and smell of her toes. I was light headed from the movement of her

walking and the lack of air. I wondered if this nightmare would ever end. At long last

the constant pressure on my body was lifted. I think she sat down. What happened next

was one of the only two high points of the evening, well sort of.

                Jen was sitting with her foot on the ground. She then began moving her foot ever

so slightly in and out of her shoe. She was rubbing my erect manhood with the sole of

her foot. In and out ever so slowly drawing me to climax. Maybe she could tell by my

breathing because every time I came close, she stopped and pressed down on me depriving

me of air until my erection faltered. She did this for so long I was screaming under her

toes. She knew it too. She kept looking down at me through her toes with a wicked look I

had never seen before. After one of the longer smothers she completely removed her foot

from the shoe and looked down at me lying on the floor. Looking back up at her face I

could see how beautiful she was. It made me think I might deserve to be in this

humiliating position. I should have tried harder to please her.

                Before the woman she was sitting with could notice, Jen dropped a cocktail

napkin over my waist and reinserted her foot. She again began the masturbation process

even slower than before. I slowly approached orgasm for the tenth or twentieth time.

This time when my screaming started she didn't stop. She let me explode all over the

cocktail napkin. It was during this orgasm when I realized I really did deserve this

punishment my wife was inflicting on me. After I calmed down Jen reached into her shoe

and removed the soiled cocktail napkin. She then spread her two toes and gave me the

same evil grin she'd been giving me all night. "What was that for" I thought. I

immediately found out. She began rubbing my now very sore and limp organ all over

again. This time she was a little bit rougher. My penis was extremely sensitive from

the orgasm and I couldn't take any more. Jen knew this too. That's why she was doing it

to me again. I could tell she was beginning to feel the alcohol she was drinking. I was

not enjoying this game of hers any longer. I wanted her to stop, but could only lay

there and suffer. How I wished I could be my normal size and sitting with Jen at this

party instead of being tormented in her shoe. This is when I began crying for the

second time.

                It wasn't until she brought me to another hard on that she stopped rubbing me

and got up. "Now what is this evil woman going to do to me" I thought. What she did was

walk around and talk for another hour or so treating me the say way as earlier. The

more she drank, the more she moaned when she stepped on me. Jen was starting to enjoy

this a little too much. I did not know if my predicament could get any worse, but I

feared it might.

                Finally she sat down again and spread her toes to look at her prisoner. I saw

she was sitting on the toilet with her jeans and panties pulled down. "Do you have to

go, little hubby?" she asked. I tried to nod but my head could not move much. She got

the idea though. She reached down with perfect looking fingers and removed the shoe.

She then placed the shoe upside down across her thighs and spread them slightly. This

was the other high point of the evening, although short lived. I was in touching

distance, if only I could move my arms, of the softest smoothest skin I had even seen.

I wanted to bury my face in her thighs, not in her toes. I could smell the strong scent

of her muff. I was supposed to be urinating, but with this hard on it was impossible.

"Well don't take all day" she commanded. Jen knew what a hard time I was having so she

sat perfectly still. I had to literally close my eyes and not breath for a while until

I finally went.

                After I finished, she tapped me off with a sheet of toilet paper and then held

me up to her face. "WE are leaving now" she told me. "I had too much to drink I think.

Denise and Tom are going to drive us home. I'll get the car tomorrow". While she was

talking to me I was mesmerized by those lips again. I didn't remember them ever looking

so good. I needed badly to bury my tiny face in those lips, but I knew where my face was

about to be buried again.

                Jen smiled and put her shoe back on. I hadn't realized, but her foot had gotten

quite smelly. As bad as it was my hard on was as big as ever. "We're going home now" I

thought. "A quick ride home and Jen will let me out. Maybe she'll even take her shoe off

in the car." Finally I had some hope back. Jen got up, walked over to the sink, and

washed her hands.

                After 10 more minutes of unbearable walking, we were in the car. Jen was in the

back seat with her feet on the floor. "Any second she'll remove her foot" I prayed. I

waited patiently until Jen's foot began moving out. "Yes finally I'll be free." But her

foot stopped then began the slow and torturing manipulation of my manhood again. "No" I

screamed. "You can't do this to me again." But she did. She did it until I came all over

her foot. I prayed she would stop. But she didn't. She tortured me all the way home

forcing my aching penis through two more agonizing orgasms. By the time we got home I

was limp and lifeless. "At least I can get out of this horrible torture chamber" I

thought. "My night of the living hell is about to end."

                Finally after walking upstairs and changing, Jen removed the shoe and looked at

my flushed little face and then at my reddened midsection. She cleaned me off. Then she

cleaned the bottom of her foot. "You had so much fun, I'll let you sleep in there." she

said as she put me back on and went to bed. "Tomorrow I'll show you my new companion

panties."

Companion series 2

TWO HUNDRED FEET DEEP  by  willie

                I was laying on my hammock with my eyes closed swaying

gently back and forth. The cool air was sweet and fresh. Birds

were singing. I felt free and at peace. Suddenly the music from

the birds ceased. I slowly opened my eyes and froze. Above my

head was a giant female ass, plump and delicious looking. On

either side of the hammock were long perfectly sculptured legs

extending to the ground. I lay there motionless staring at the

most beautiful vision I have ever seen. Slowly the knees on either

side of me began to bend. The ass grew larger as it slowly lowered

its perfect form closer and closer to my face. I tried to move but

my entire body was frozen. The descent lasted for long seconds. My

desire to be engulfed by the most magnificent ass I have ever seen

outweighed any fears I may have had. I began to smell the fragrant

aroma of this giant woman's sex as the descent continued. Finally,

with grace of motion, the ass began to land on my face. My nose

was first to disappear between the cheeks from above. They

descended past my eyes then my ears and stopped only after my

entire face was buried under a mountain of flesh. It was soft and

smooth but also firm. I could feel the muscles squeezing then

releasing my face. I was in ecstasy. I laid there for an eternity,

not moving, not breathing, Just loving every second of my new

found heaven. Ever so gently the giant ass began swaying from side

to side. My whole body moved from side to side hypnotizing me.

Slowly I succumbed and let my mind be rocked to sleep.

                When I woke I did not know where I was. I was still

swaying gently, but I was definitely not buried under a woman's

ass. As I slowly regained my senses I began to remember the

previous night. How my wife had shrunk me and worn me in her shoe

to a party. I then realized with horror that I was still in that

same shoe strapped under her foot. The bitch had drank too much

and gone to sleep with her shoe still on. I realized her foot was

hanging over the edge of the bed, thus the gentle swaying. Then

my mind went back to the dream I had. I played back the dream in

my mind over and over again trying to figure out the significance

of it. Then it hit me. Before Jen went to sleep, she said

something about her panties. I was so exhausted after the night

Jen put me through that I was hardly listening. As I laid there

in Jen's shoe, It came to me. She had said she was going to

show me her companion panties. Another wave of fear hit me. Did

Jen plan on wearing me in her panties? If she did, would it be so

bad. I love Jen's 30 year old backside more than any other body

part. In fact, the ass in my dream had to be hers. But to spend a

whole day in there would be too much. And after last night, I

realized what torture she was capable of putting me through. I

laid there for hours hoping Jen would release me and grow me

back. Deep down I knew she had other plans. I tried to go back to

sleep, to pass the time, but my mind was a whirlwind of thoughts.

                Finally she began to stir. Slowly Jen awoke and put her

feet on the floor. She stood up and walked into the bathroom. I

had forgotten over night just how bad walking was when you were

under the foot of the walker. After she did her morning business

and brushed her teeth, she called me. "Honey, where are you? I

don't feel too good."

                "She doesn't remember where I am" I thought. "She's hung

over. When she takes this dastardly shoe off, I can escape. I

won't have much time, though. She'll remember soon enough.

                She then walked into the closet, took off her shoe, and

dropped it onto the floor face down. She dropped it with such

force that the velcro strap that was holding me in came loose. I

fell to the floor a free man. She walked out of the closet,

turned around, and walked right back in. "Now I remember why I

went to bed with my shoe on." She bent down to pick up the shoe

but I was gone. When I hit the ground I tried to come up running,

but I had to get my equilibrium back. I fell twice. By the time I

got myself up and running, Jen was walking back into the closet.

I dove into the only thing available, one of her dress boots. Jen

saw me. I just barely made my way to the toe section when I felt

the boot rise and move. A few seconds later I felt it start to

turn over. I had nothing to hold onto and I tumbled out the end

of the boot and into the bathroom sink.

                I immediately jumped up and looked at Jen. She still

looked good considering she was slightly hung over. She was

wearing a nighty that barely covered her rear end. I had myself

another close up view of her soft but muscular thighs. "Well

there you are my tiny hubby" she said. "You should not have tried

to hide from me. I see you haven't learned your lesson. After we

eat something we'll begin day two of your training." The dream I

had came back to me instantly and my heart began to race. "Go to

the bathroom. I'll be right back for you" she ordered. I did, and

then just stood there waiting. I didn't know what to do. I really

didn't want to make her mad.

                I was beginning to get cold standing there naked in the

sink when Jen came back in. "Let's clean you up a bit" she said

while turning on the water in the sink. "You look like you held

up extremely well considering what I put you through." She had

that evil smile again as she grabbed the soap and lathered her

hands. She then took me into her smooth soapy hands and washed

me. Now this was heaven. She held me with her left hand and

massaged every tiny part of my body with her right. I loved her

soft subtle hands, and at that moment in time I could not get

enough of them. "Feel good" she asked? I only purred with

enjoyment. When she got to my manhood, it started to respond.

That's when I remembered how sore it was from the sexual torture

given to me by my wife's foot. Even though it was sore, it still

got hard. "Save it" she said as she rinsed me off and dried my

body. What she did next with me I never would have expected.

                Jen grabbed me by the head with one hand and stuck me

between her legs. She then reached behind her with her other

hand and grabbed my feet. She then proceeded to pull both hands

up jamming me tightly between her thighs. My arm was tight

against her moist panties. My head barely stuck out in front of

her. She squeezed me tightly and began walking. I don't quite

know how she was able to walk all the way to the kitchen with me

wedged between her thighs, but she did. Although her thighs were

very soft, I could feel her muscles flexing and releasing with

every step. In the kitchen, while Jen made breakfast, I remained

between her thighs. After about fifteen minutes of my full body

thigh massage, she put her breakfast onto a plate and sat down at

the kitchen table.

                There was just one problem. I was still between her

thighs. Maybe this wasn't such a problem after all. I was now

able to look up inside her nighty and see her boobs. From this

perspective they were huge. I could see her pink round nipples.

Once again I was awestruck by my giant wife's form. What a lucky

guy I was, at least until last night. This view was cut short

when Jen pressed the cloth against her body so she could see my

face. Our eyes met and she smiled. What an awkward position I was

in. It tried to smile back but could only muster a pathetic

little smirk. Anyway it was time to eat. I was literally

starving, and I was hoping she was going to let me eat. I

followed her hand while it put a forkful of scrambled eggs into

her mouth. Then she took a bite of toast. Finally she fed me a

bite of egg with a toothpick. And this is how breakfast went.

She ate while she fed me between her thighs. When we finished

eating, She cleaned up the dishes with me still between her

thighs. Now that breakfast was over and the kitchen clean, I was

removed and given a drink of water from a small bowl. She then

carried me over to the table and placed me on it. Jen sat in a

chair in front of me and looked at me very closely.

                Once again, I was awed by my wife's beauty. Her eyes did

not look as good as yesterday, but her lips were just as luscious

as ever. I could not take my eyes off her huge full lips as she

spoke to me. "You have had enough fun for the day" she explained.

"From this minute on you will return to the hell you were in last

night." I gulped and once again thought of my dream, and my

wife's giant ass. "You are about to meet my brand new companion

panties. Well they are not exactly brand new. You see, I've been

wearing them all night."      Another wave of panic crept over me. She

wants to stick me into an already dirty pair of her panties. She

wants to wear me all day staring at her ass smelling her deepest

darkest odors. This was not going to be like the dream at all. I

think I started to shake because she started laughing. I was not

liking her evil grin at all now.

                "There is just one little problem" Jen continued. "You

are about three inches too tall." Now I was really shaking. She

planned on shrinking me again. I panicked. I turned to run but

she grabbed me. She had removed her panties while she was

talking to me. I was too mesmerized to even notice. She then

stuck my face in the crotch of her panties and said "Breath".

                There was no way I was going to breath. I figured I

could hold my breath until I passed out and died. "It would

serve her right" I thought. Jen then wrapped me up tightly with

my face still in the crotch of her panties and stood up. She

then inserted the whole bundle back between her thighs and

squeezed.  She nearly broke my ribs and crushed me. I know I

fainted. She maintained the unbelievable pressure until I

breathed in her odors and the bundle collapsed. She knew I had

shrunk again and let the panties fall to the floor.

                When I came to, I was strapped in her panties. I could

feel the cool silk on my back. Nothing like the feel of silk.

She was looking down on me as she held them with both hands.

"My you look cute in there all nice and tiny. How about we

start with you backwards? We'll switch you around later." With

that she lowered the panties and began to step into them. I

knew right away what backwards meant. I also I knew I was about

to relive a more sinister version of the dream I had this

morning. I recognized the smell of her feet as they stepped into

their panty holes. First the right, then the left. It was a

smell I now knew well. As I ascended my wife's legs, the sinking

feeling in my stomach got worse with each pull of her hands. I

could see my destination grow larger and larger as I got closer

and closer. In front, I could see her hairy bush with her vagina

lips parting slightly smiling back at me as if knowing it was

just a matter of time before they got a hold of me. Straight

ahead were the giant, plump, round ass cheeks that I'd be pressed

into momentarily. After I passed the knees, it went quickly.

With one hard yank I was there.

                The panties were a tight fit. They held me firmly in

place between her cheeks. As she began walking around, the

movement of her ass quickly drew me deeper and deeper inside.

By the time Jen was finished dressing, I was completely

surrounded by ass meat. Once again I could not voluntarily move

a single muscle. I could tell when she was walking. The swaying

motion of her bottom caused her ass cheeks to work against each

other which in turn caused me to twist from side to side. Also

walking made my erection rub her cheeks giving me more pleasure

than I knew I could handle. I hoped she didn't walk much but I

knew my wife couldn't sit still. I new I'd be in deep shit so to

speak if I had to sustain another multiple orgasm evening, let

alone a whole day.

                Another thought crossed my strained little mind that

worried me. I wasn't up against her butt hole, but I knew it had

to be close by. In my position, a fart could be deadly. What

about breathing? Since I could smell that smell only my wife has,

I knew I was getting a small amount of air from somewhere. but a

small amount of air it was. I figured if I breathed at a normal

rate, the tiny amount of stale filtered air I was getting should

be enough.

                As the morning passed Jen did constant walking. I was

jostled back and forth relentlessly. After what my internal

clock told me was half an hour, I was approaching my first orgasm

of the day. The constant rubbing of my hard on between the depths

of her ass cheeks was making me crazy. Maybe that's what Jen

really wanted to do to me. Torture me until I went insane. Anyway,

I was on my way when I learned another of Jen's tricks. Last

night when I was under her foot she knew when my orgasms were

coming. Today, with me buried deeply between her ass cheeks, she

knew again. Don't ask me how, but she did. I was about to have

one when she clenched her powerful ass. Wow. The pressure on my

body was similar to being 200 feet below the ocean surface. It

was pressure from all around me, 360 degrees of force pushing in.

I've never actually been 200 feet deep in the ocean, but if I

ever am I'll know how much it hurts. She clenched her butt cheeks

so tightly, and for so long that I passed out. When I came to, we

were walking around again and my erection was temporarily gone.

She did this many times throughout the early part of the

afternoon.

                Something else I became increasingly aware of as the

afternoon rolled along was sweat. It crept up on me slowly until

I realized I was soaked in butt sweat. I was sliding around more

in my anal coffin that I had been earlier. This only lubricated

the masturbation process and made me approach orgasm much faster.

Jen's sweat was squeezing into my mouth and up my nose. The taste

of her butt sweat was burning me eyes, but at the same time was

making me more horny than ever. I had to climax soon. I really

couldn't ride this sexual yoyo much longer. I did not like the

way she could control my orgasms. It added a new level of

magnitude to her power over me. Once again she read my mind

because this time when I approached an orgasm, she let me go. It

was so intense that I shuddered violently and got a little extra

ass shake from Jen. But like last night, the pleasure turned into

pain. The continued rubbing of my sore spent penis turned into

instant torture. And Jen would not just stay still.

                It was a while after my orgasm that Jen showed me her

next form of torture. I was minding my own business trapped

centimeters from her anus when she let one go. She farted.

Unfortunately for me I breathed in any and all air I could get,

including the air she gave me. For the first time in hours my

lungs were full. But, believe me, they were not full of oxygen.

Immediately after she farted, she clenched her butt cheeks so the

gas was stuck in my lungs. It simply had no where to go. After

five minutes or so she released and I was able to start the exhale process.

 With my lungs full, the exhale process took minutes. At

this point I think I was high. I was dizzy, and although it was

pitch black in my prison, I saw strange lights. I even got happy

for a few minutes until I fainted or fell asleep.

                When I awoke, I was being jostled violently up and down.

"Now what". Stairs! It felt like we were going up stairs. A little

more walking then I felt my waste being pulled backwards. I

slowly slid backwards bent in half at the waste. Then I saw light.

Real light this time. I felt myself going downwards on my back. I

could not fully open my eyes until they adjusted, but I was able

to breath in lung fulls of fresh air. I opened my eyes slowly to

the sight of my gorgeous wife sitting on the toilet. I was on the

floor between her feet, still in her panties.

                "High, tiny hubby" she whispered down to me. "You were

asleep for hours. I got the whole house clean. Now if you don't

mind I'd like a little privacy while I go. With that she removed

her foot from the panty hole and put it on top of me. My body,

which was only two inches tall, laid sideways under the base of

her toes. Once again I was breathing between the big and second

toes. And It seemed I could not catch my breath.

                "There's that smell again," I cried to myself, "but much

worse than a day ago." Between the stench of her feet, the taste

of the butt sweat all in me, and the lingering aroma of the fart

that was still in my lungs, I began to convulse. This didn't make

Jen feel sorry for me. She just pressed her foot harder on me and

scrunched her toes until I stopped.

                After Jen finished on the toilet, she slid both feet over

and placed the big toe of her other foot on my head. She then

reached down and undid the velcro strap. She slid her feet back

and once again curled her toes around me, this time picking me up.

She hopped over to the sink, lifted her foot and dropped me in.

"You look bad and you stink" she told me. "I don't even want to

touch you until you clean yourself up." With that, she turned on

the warm water in the sink and gave me a chunk of soap. She then

walked out of the bathroom.

                As I watched Jen's giant body disappear through the

bathroom door, I focused on the perfect ass I just spent the

afternoon inside. Another sinking feeling hit me when I remembered

what she said just before she pulled up her panties. "We'll switch

you around later" is what she had said. I looked, in horror, at

the pink panties with their yellowing crotch lying on the floor.

As I stood in the warm water of the sink faucet, I couldn't take

my eyes off those panties. I was paralyzed by a weird combination

of fright and lust. Slowly the fright won out and a feeling of

despair jointed it. There was not a thing I could do to stop Jen.

She was determined to teach me a lesson this weekend. I hung my

head and showered.

                For the next 30 minutes or so Jen treated me wonderfully.

After she picked me up and dried me off, she carried me down

stairs to the kitchen. Jen ate her whole dinner while holding me

in her left hand to keep me warm. The warm feel of my wife's grip

was very soothing and I felt somewhat better by the time she

finished eating. I still felt depressed, but I also felt glad that

it was Jen and not anyone else whose body I was being subjected

to. She looked down at my tiny head sticking out of her fist and

asked me if I was hungry. I nodded and she produced an eye dropper

full of something. "Eat this" she lovingly ordered. "It will make

you strong again." She lowered the dropper to my mouth and began

squeezing while I gulped down the food-drink mix my wife so

lovingly prepared for me. I watched her thumb and forefinger

squeeze the dropper. I imagined it was my head - my face against

her thumb. I thought it might be my head later. I was overwhelmed

by the power this creature had over me.

                "I think you've had enough punishment, dear" she said to

me while she fed me. "I don't know how I could have been so cruel.

Tomorrow this will be all over for you. I promise." I wanted to

believe her. I needed to believe her. Then she removed the eye

dropper and planted a huge soft lingering kiss on my entire face.

My face was being caressed by those magnificent lips I've been

longing for for 24 hours. All at once I did believe her. Once

again I was full of hope. I was going to be a free man again. No

more torture. Oh how I love this woman. She then cleaned up while

she explained to me that she was going with her friend to get her

car. Afterward she would come straight home. "I'll put you to bed

before I leave" she assured me "You can rest."

                Jen carried me upstairs and into the bathroom. She picked

up the panties and went into our bedroom. She dropped the panties

onto to the bed and laid them out crotch up. "I'm going to make a

bed for you out of these" she said looking down at me. "I want

you to think of me in your dreams." That feeling in my stomach

returned with a flash and my dinner didn't feel so good any more.

                "Please don't" I tried to yell back. "They reek." She had

been wearing these panties since yesterday. They were moist,

soiled, and smelled like they were worn since last week. Jen had

been aroused since yesterday from wearing me around, and her

panties had taken the brunt of the arousal. "You promised no

more" I screamed. My protests went unheard.

                Jen laid me face up in the crotch of her panties and

strapped me in. My head was facing the front. Now I was really

confused. I could not figure out the mind of this young woman I'd

been married to for 2 years. People change when they get into

power situations. She began to say something when the phone rang.

She left me lying there and went for the phone next to the bed. I

could feel the cold moistness of the panties on my back. It sent a

shiver down my spine. I laid there getting colder by the minute

listening to Jen's conversation. The enthusiasm for life I had

minutes ago was draining.

                "I can be ready in five minutes" I heard her say. "I don't

really need a shower. Bye." She hung up the phone and my heart

raced. Again I was about to look my fate for the evening eye to

eye. Jen walked over to the bed and removed the sweat pants she

had on since before dinner. She already wore a descent shirt. I

looked up at her face, but she did not look down. I lifted up my

head and looked straight ahead at her upper thighs and hairy

blonde bush. Then I saw her hands coming for the panties. It was

like she completely forgot where I was. Jen lowered her panties

to the floor and once again stepped into them.

                I began to scream as she pulled up her panties until I

looked up and saw her vagina lips again. This time they were

directly above me and approaching fast. I was resigned to the

fact that Jen either lied to me or changed her mind. Whichever, It

was going to be another long night. As I got closer to Jen's

vagina, it seemed to open for me. The thought of Moses in "The

Ten Commandments" came into and left my mind. It was as long as I

was and it wanted me. It wanted to devour me whole. To absorb my

soul. I tensed my body and made contact. I felt warm moist lips

instantly envelope me and then close around me. They pulsed around

me from all sides, massaging my entire form, like it was alive.

That night Jen's vagina was a living entity feasting on my very

being. The velcro around my waist held me like a life line

temporarily saving me from my ultimate fate. I had a bad feeling

about what my ultimate fate would be.

                Jen finished dressing and went outside to wait for her

friend. It didn't matter to me. I was inside Jen's vagina. Sealed

in by her pussy lips. I could breath. I moved when Jen moved or

when her vagina wanted me to move. I got used to the smell and

actually liked it. I was warm but wet. Not wet but slimy. I was

actually quite comfortable and content.

                The ride in the car was euphoric. As Jen sat in the car

seat, my legs were forced deeper inside. There was a continuous

pull inward on my body. Her vagina wanted me badly, but the velcro

strap held me firm. I was lying on my back with my legs up. The

cars steady rumble was soothing. I was currently at peace and I

was taking any enjoyment I could get from this weekend. 

                This nice feeling lasted until we got back home. Having me

in her vagina was more than Jen could take. The second she got

home, she laid herself down and started rubbing her panties. She

must have walked out of her jeans on the way in the door. I could

feel the pressure of her fingers on my back pushing me and her

panties further inside. Finally, she put her hand inside the

panties and began fingering herself violently. In doing so she

tore open the velcro strap, and in I went. Jen's vagina sucked me

all the way inside while clamping its powerful muscles around me.

It had me for keeps. The inside walls contoured over my face. I

felt slimy flesh pushing in my mouth and eyes trying to get inside

me. I felt wave after wave of powerful pulses crunching me.

Pounding me with every shudder of Jen's massive body. Jen climaxed

for countless minutes. I followed her into orgasm. I had nothing

left to give, but her vagina took it from me anyway. It could take

whatever it wanted from me. I belonged to it. I shuddered

violently along with, and deep inside, my lovely wife. We made

love. Eventually Jen's spasms slowed and stopped. She laid

motionless for an eternity with my exhausted spent little body

still trapped inside her. As I slowly regained my senses, I

wondered if I would ever make love to Jen full size again. I

really had no idea what her intentions were with me. I was totally

and completely at her mercy. That feeling of deep despair returned

and I wallowed in it while I waited for my wife to rescue me.

                Some time later Jen began to stir. I felt movement above

my head and soon felt her thumb and forefinger take hold of my

head. She tried to pull me out, but her finger hold slipped off.

Again she grabbed and pulled to no avail. As she pulled, I felt

like my head was the head of that eyedropper being squeezed; My

brains forced down my neck and out my asshole along with all my

other organs. Actually, it felt like she was going to pull my head

off. Her vagina had me and would not let go. It was not yet

finished with me. "Fine then" I heard her yell. "Have it your

way. Stay in there all night." And that's where I spent the entire

evening. Jen had many more orgasms with me as her unmovable dildo,

none quite as intense as the first. Her vagina allowed me to

breath through its own walls somehow, but would not release me.

                Finally, hours later, after Jen dosed off, the muscles of

her vaginal walls relaxed enough that I was able move. I slowly

inched my way out. My exhausted little body made its way forward.

When I got to the opening, it was closed. Jen's pussy lips were

sealed. I had had enough and wanted to get out badly, so I kept

trying. It took forever, but I finally got my hands through. I

began to force my head through, when Jen woke up. Or maybe just

her vagina woke up. I was instantly squeezed and sucked back down

Jen's tunnel of love. There I sustained yet another of her

orgasms. I was beginning to think I really would be here all night

when the walls around me softened. I again tried to crawl out. It

took me longer this time, but I was finally able to poke my head

through. I would have been better off staying where I was.

                My head was now in a jungle of crusty pubic hair. She

still had her awful smelling panties on compacting her bush into

a smelly tangle of dried love juices, that came into my nose and

mouth with each breath I took. And worse yet, Jen was lying on

her side with her legs together. I could go no further. The smell

out here was horrible, ten times worse than inside. I tried to

retreat backwards, but Jen's lips resealed themselves around my

neck like a living vise. Jen's slow deep breathing made her course

thick pubic hairs scratch against my face. It looked like this was

where I was spending the night. My only hope of getting my face

out of this predicament was if her vagina woke up and pulled me

back inside for a late night snack. Unfortunately, her vagina was

finished with me for the night. This is where I was to be until

morning. At my new size, Jen could torture me without even being

awake. All I could do now was to go to sleep and dream about

tomorrow.

Companion Series 3

THE PIT   by   willie

                I don't know if I dreamt much during the night. They say most

dreams come during the morning hours after the mind has had enough

deep sleep. Some dreams happen right as you wake up. I had one of

these dreams.

                I was in a forest. No, make it a jungle. The undergrowth was

fierce. I was running from something through the underbrush. My face

was bleeding from many scratches. There was black smoke all around me.

The jungle was on fire and I was trying to save myself. I was gasping

for breath as I ran through thickets, over fallen rotting logs, under

low hanging branches. I ran. I jumped. I ducked. The jungle began to

thin, but the fire was just about on me. As I left the jungle, I ran

into a field of tall dry grass. The fire followed, but when it hit the

grass it exploded around me. I felt its raging heat. It burned my eyes

and scorched my nostrils. My mouth and throat roasted when I breathed.

I was on fire.

                When I woke up, my eyes, still closed, were tearing. I was

unable to inhale. Fumes engulfed me. I was still in the fire. I tried

to wake up again, but nothing changed. My eyes shot open and I saw a

waterfall. It was a yellow waterfall inches from my face. An occasional

errant drop hit my nose and sizzled. I could not draw away from the

pungent smelling flow. From the neck down I was paralyzed. I felt moist

heat radiating from the stream. It flowed and flowed. Finally it

stopped abruptly. Then a short spurt. Two drips and it was finished.

Somehow my face and hair were still dry. I then focused on a square of

soft cloth, two times taller than myself. It quickly came into view,

soaked up the remaining liquid, then wiped it all over my face and

hair. I gagged.

                Jen had waken, gently walked into bathroom, and sat on the

toilet. She was urinating when I woke up. She wiped herself and washed

her hands. After I blinked the urine out of my eyes, I could see her

up-side-down face through the mirror. She did not seem to notice me.

She stepped back and I could see her pert breasts. Jen's breasts were

big, but not huge. The were very firm and didn't sag. They were the

only body parts of Jen that I hadn't seen up close and personal this

weekend. I stared at both of them while she brushed her teeth. Knowing

Jen, that would probably change.

                When she finished in the bathroom, Jen went to her dresser and

pulled out a white halter top. She put it on in from of the mirror

which was over the dresser. In the halter top, her breasts looked

great, even from below and up-side-down. she then went down stairs,

grabbed a bagel, and threw it in the toaster. She took my eye dropper

from the counter top and sucked up some solution from a baby food jar.

That was my first clue that she remembered I was even there. She took

it and her bagel to the table and sat down. She sat in such a way that

I could see her face, once I was able to look past the underside of

her boobs in that halter top. She completely finished her bagel before

she looked down at me sticking out of her vagina. She then fed me with

the eye dropper.

                "How does a morning jog sound" she said as she hid behind her

boobs. She then looked over them and smiled. I nearly choked on my

mixed vegetables. Now I knew It was her boob's turn to torture me. I

wondered which one it would be. I hoped it was the left one. I always

liked the left one better. I really don't know why.

                "How bad could a titty ride be" I thought. "It can't be worse

than being walked on all night, or stuck between butt cheeks and

farted on, or attacked by a vagina with an attitude. Besides, It's

Sunday. She has to let me go sometime today. I have to go to work

tomorrow."

                Jen stood up, threw out the Scott Towel her bagel was on,

drank some orange juice, then pulled me out. Unlike last night, she

completely inserted her thumb and forefinger inside herself to extract

me. I came out easily. "You're a mess" she said down to me. "Lets

clean you up". Trust me. It was just as enjoyable as yesterday

morning's hand bath. She dried me off and held me by my lower legs

above her left breast. With her other hand she pulled away the halter

top. I could see a perfect white breast with a nipple the size of my

whole head. I took a deep breath as she let go of me. The nipple

approached fast as I headed straight for it. Normally, one closes his

eyes before an impending impact. My eyes couldn't close. They stayed

open as my face hit and bounced off that nipple. I felt the cotton of

the haltertop on my back. It threw me forward and my face was buried

in tit, my favorite tit.

                Jen could not have positioned me better. I was bent at the

waist. my legs were on the top side of her tit. My chest and face her

buried on the bottom side of her tit. And my already hard manhood was

directly on the tip of her nipple. When she ran up the steps to get

her jogging shorts and shoes, I found out what a jog in a halter top

was going to be like. I prayed to God it would be a short jog. After

the run back down the stairs, I heard Jen say "It's a beautiful day.

How does 5 miles sound." I knew I was dead. I hardly took the jog up

and down the stairs. Now I had to go 5 miles being jostled up and down

with each step. I had never felt anything so soft on my face. Being on

the under side, I was able to turn my head enough to breath. But, I

wanted to turn it back quickly. I was very much enjoying the feel of

Jen's left tit.

                The problem was that my male member was enjoying the feel of

Jen's nipple even more. It could not have been five minutes into the

jog that I was fighting the urge to orgasm. A five mile jog could last

an hour. What was I supposed to do. I tried thinking of big fat men,

but that didn't work. I tried thinking of even bigger fat women. That

didn't work either. Despite the earthquakes I encountered every half

second, I lost it. My orgasm might have lasted 30 seconds, but Jen's

jog lasted well over an hour.

                After an orgasm, a man's penis is very sensitive. He needs a

couple of minutes to let it calm down before it is stimulated again. A

man inside the halter top of a jogging woman is not given this needed

time. Jen did not give me any time to recover, but then she hadn't all

weekend. It was part of her torture. She was torturing me for being a

lousy husband, and the torture continued. She could have stopped or

walked for a while. No, she picked up the pace. I was already sore

from the rest of the weekend and I was now in serious pain. A

wonderful ride with my wife's tit turned into a haunted hay ride. It

got worse, much worse. I came five, no seven, no six, or maybe it was

eight painful times in all. I was in such pain, I really didn't keep

count.

                Before Jen went inside, she ran into our neighbors daughter.

Suzy was her name. Suzy just graduated from college and was looking

for a job. Suzy was a big girl in every aspect. A good 4 inches taller

than I was and very pretty. Suzy was also very clumsy. I never saw her

with a boyfriend. Either her clumsiness or her size scared most boys

away. "Hi Jen" I heard her say. "How was your jog?"

                "Hi Suzy" Jen replied. "My jog was great. I set an all time

high, 7 miles."

                "Hey what's that?" Suzy asked. "Is it what or who I think it

is?" I imagined the huge grin I new Jen was giving. "Cool, When can I

borrow him."

                "If he doesn't behave himself, maybe you can babysit one

night" Jen answered. "Only if you can keep this a secret" she said and

ducked into the house.

                Jen kept me in her halter top all morning. All through the jog

I was hot as hell. Jen perspired all over me. When she cooled down, so

did I. Evaporation is a cooling effect and my back was freezing. It

wasn't until I was shivering that Jen took her top off.

                I laid shivering in Jen's halter top watching her as she took

off her clothes and walked into the bathroom. I might have been an

asshole, ignoring her needs and all, but did I deserve this punishment?

I wondered why she kept channeling her aggression towards my manhood.

Sex had always been great. We hadn't had it for about two weeks.

Between her period, PMS, and lousy mood she'd been in lately, I

haven't really tried. Sooner or later she'd tell me something.

                Jen came over to the bed and pried me off her halter top. She

then picked me up, again wit thumb and forefinger, and brought me

inches away from her mouth. Those full luscious lips that I wanted all

weekend long opened and she put me inside her mouth and closed it.

Once again I was in darkness. First I met Jen's tongue. I was lying on

it face down. My back was pushed up to the roof of her mouth. I felt

the back of her teeth against the top of her head. I tried to push her

tongue away. My hands only pressed into it. It was a quivering muscle,

bigger than my entire body, flattening me to the roof of Jen's mouth.

                The tongue began moving up and down my body. It licked my face,

my chest, then my groin. I felt taste buds all over the tongue and

wondered what tastes Jen was experiencing. As the giant tongue moved

up and down my body, it began spending more time at my mid section,

caressing my beaten but still proud manhood. Soft moans were coming

from below my feet. My testicles ached from too many ejaculations.

That didn't deter my hard on. Jen's tongue circled my groin over and

over again. I beat it with my fists. I kicked and twitched, but it

would not relent until I came again. My balls exploded into fire. I

was sure they were gone completely.

                The tongue again pinned me to the roof of Jen's mouth. This

time I grabbed onto it and held tight so it couldn't move against me.

I began flailing around the giant mouth, holding on to the tongue. I

felt like I bronco rider on the ride of his life. I could hold on no

longer. I slipped off and was punished some more. I was thrown around,

bent in half, rolled into a ball. My body was limp. I was numb, but it

continued and I had to take it.

                Eventually the tongue torture subsided. I laid there face down

on Jen's tongue. My head faced her throat. She then stuck her tongue

out and I felt warm hard drops against my body. Jen was showering. She

did something to my feet, then back into her mouth I went along with a

mouthful of water. I felt the sensation of my feet rising then forward

movement as I rode the wave downward.

                It was Christmas morning. I was sitting on the floor with my

dad playing with my new Mighty Matilda battleship. I can see my

reflection in one of the shiny balls on the tree. Then I was four

lying on the ground under the swing set crying over a just broken leg.

My mom was on her way to see what was wrong. Then I was in first grade

and standing in the corner for talking to some girl in class. Then

summer of that same year when I pocketed a pack of gum from the

grocery store. My mom never knew about that one. And then my downward

progress came to an abrupt halt. My life flashing in front of eyes was

averted.

                I was hanging by my feet in Jen's stomach like a bat in some

enchanted cave. What little light there was came from the walls. They

had an eery pink glow and glistened with acidic fluid. I could not see

anything below me. I did not even try to breathe from fear of burning

my lungs. I was more petrified than I had been in my 32 years of life.

It wasn't even close. Then Jen finally spoke to me.

                Her voice came from all around. It reminded me of a Star Trek

episode where Captain Kirk could here his own heart booming around

him. "You are not being punished this weekend just because you're a

lousy husband." Jen's voice echoed. "Last week I found out about that

little fling you had last spring when you were in Los Angeles."

                My life began flashing before my eyes again. I had completely

forgotten about that. It was just a one night stand.

                "I know it didn't amount to much. If it did, You'd be dead

already" she continued. "For two weeks I've been in a living hell

trying to figure how to cope with this. You are so selfish you didn't

even notice now upset I was. Had you noticed, we could have talked

through it. But you didn't, so I decided to put you through a living

hell this weekend. I almost weakened a couple of times and released

you, but I was able to regain my senses and continue. Maybe now you'll

be a little more sensitive towards me. Maybe now your balls will be so

sore you won't be able to even think about other women. Which leads me

to this. If you ever even think about cheating on me again, this pit

you are in now is where you will die. I promise.

                With that, she lowered me half a body length. I got the

message. Her stomach was getting agitated. The walls were churning. I

knew if Jen was going to spare me it had to be soon.

                "Tomorrow morning this will be all over. You will be full size

again" came the voice from all around me. Just wake up and go to work.

I don't want to see you. We will discuss it when you get home." She

then pulled me out and again I was in the palm of Jen's hand.

                We were still in the shower. Jen rinsed me off and turned off

the water. She dried herself off, and stepped out of the shower

holding me in her fist. She walked into the bedroom and put me on the

dresser. She then stood in front of me, nude. I stared at her body in

all its breathtaking glory. I felt ashamed. I could not even look up

at her face. "If we hurry, we can still make mass at noon" she said to

me as she put on a clean bra. She sat on the edge of the bed and began

putting on a pair of panty hose. What should I do with you until

tomorrow morning?" She stood up, pulled up her, nylons and said "I

have the perfect place for you."

                "How about in front of the TV so I can watch the Cowboys get

beaten by the Redskins" I thought. But I knew I was going into her

panty hose. Jen pulled open the back of her hose and dropped me in. I

rolled around her bottom and came to rest on the back of her leg, all

the way at the very top. I was wedged in under her ass, held tight by

her hose. Although I was snug, I was not uncomfortable. Jen dressed

and we went to church.

                Normally, Jen got an argument from me on Sunday mornings about

going to church. It was important for her to attend mass, but I was

too selfish to just go quietly. Today I was going quietly. I didn't

mind. I new it would help pass the time until I grew back to normal

tonight. At least I had something to look forward to.

                I did not enjoy the ride in the car much. Although Jen's

bottom molded around me when she sat, the pressure on my body was

immense. Plus, by the time she got out of the car, I needed a breath

badly. I followed the mass pretty well from my position. Although I

could not really hear the priest, I could hear and feel the organ

music. Sitting in the pew was worse than the car seat. It was very

hard. The priest was very longwinded, and by the time Jen stood up, my

head ached.

                After church, I think Jen went shopping. We did a lot of

walking. As the day went I began sliding down her leg slowly. Of

course I was going head first. As I headed down the back of her thigh

at a snail's pace, I went in and out of sleep. Between the feel of

Jen's soft skin, the rubbing of the pantyhose on my back, and my lack

of sleep the following night, I could not keep my eyes open. Jen

occasionally reached behind herself to give me a little squeeze. I

think she wanted me to stay awake. Staying awake was easier once I

reached the back of Jen's knee.

                I felt pain and woke up to find myself bending backwards with

each step Jen took. I was in this position for what seemed like hours.

In order to continue my descent I had to somewhat climb over and down

her calf, but her stockings were too tight. Finally the inevitable

happened. Jen knelt down and almost bent me in half completely. She

immediately realized what she did and stood back up. Thank God for

small wonders. Staying in that position would have broken me for sure.

Jen's hand then slid my body out of danger and onto the  hard muscles

of her calf. I could tell Jen was wearing a knee length skirt. I was

sure anyone who looked in the right direction would see me. No one

seemed to notice.

                It didn't take much time to descend the calf. With each

pounding step Jen took, I progressed inches - on my scale. Soon My

head was touching her shoe and had gone as far as I could go. Almost.

I wasn't here for long at all when Jen slipped off her shoe and shook

her foot violently. I tried to hold on to her Achilles tendon, but

there was no way I was able to. I slid over her heel and past her

arch, I rolled over the ball of her foot and came to rest, where else

but under her toes. Jen quickly put her shoe back on and I was trapped

again in her shoe. Her feet her hot from being in the panty hose.

Nylons always made Jen's feet sweaty and smelly, and today was no

exception.

                Once again my face was in between her first and second toe,

but her second toe covered my entire chest. Her third toe covered my

legs completely. This means I had shrunk again. Now I was only an inch

tall. I thought I was going to grow back tonight. Maybe Jen lied to me

again. She was so consumed with anger that Jen was capable of anything.

Thanks to myself, her anger had been stewing for two weeks. At any

rate, I was beginning to worry again. My afternoon slide down Jen's

leg was not all that bad, but now that I was in the smelly confines of

Jen's toes, things were bad again. The pounding and swinging while Jen

walked seemed worse than Friday night. Worse yet, my manhood, that was

resting most of the afternoon, wasn't resting any more. It was rubbing

in between her second and third toes. As my hard on grew, by balls

burned. Once again I was in agony. I assured myself that it would be

over soon.

                Finally after walking in store after store all afternoon long,

Jen got into her car and drove home. I remembered the feel of the

accelerator, but this time her toes pressed my whole body into the

vibrating pedal. I was able to withstand Jen's braking because she

used the ball of her foot to hit the brake pedal. Soon we'd be home

and I'd be growing back. I wasn't sure of this, but I did hope.

                After we got home, Jen sat on the sofa and removed her shoe.

Instantly I was hit with cool fresh air. It must have been 120 degrees

in Jen's shoe. And the cool air sent a shiver down my spine.

Unfortunately, little of the fresh air was hitting my face. Jen

wiggled her toes to help me breath, but it wasn't enough. Jen turned

on the TV and began rubbing her foot. Each time she rubbed her toes,

she ground me into her soft toe flesh. She did this for a good while,

then stood up and walked into the kitchen. I could feel the thick pile

of the carpet as she walked. She made a little snack and returned to

the sofa.

                All at once Jen's foot pulled away from me and disappeared.

I was thrilled. I was about to be freed. Then her beautiful right hand

came into view and grabbed me. I remembered just how small I now was;

half the length of her thumb. She placed me on the lid of a baby food

jar and I immediately began eating the food that I was standing in. I

hadn't eaten anything but toe jam for hours. After I had my fill, Jen

put me in a flower pot with an African violet so I could urinate. She

lifted my tiny form up to her now massive mouth. Each lip was as big

as a limo. She spoke to me in a soft whisper. "The weekend of my

revenge is about over. Tomorrow we can try to go on with our lives.

I only hope you have learned some respect for me." She hesitated like

she was thinking what to say, or do. "We still have a few more hours.

I'm going to use them to my advantage". With that she dropped me back

into her pantyhose and put them back on.

                She lied on the sofa until the eleven o'clock news was over. I

just laid in her stocking under her foot patiently until she removed

it. She rolled it up into a ball with me deep inside and left it on

the sofa. "Good night tiny hubby" she said, then went to bed.

                I laid in my smelly coffin waiting for the feeling of growth

to come. Finally I drifted off to sleep. I know I had many dreams that

night. I also know all of them were bad.

                I woke up and the sun was streaming into the window. I was

laying on the sofa nude with panty hose shreddings all over me. I

slowly sat up and had to lie back down. I was dizzy. Every part of my

body ached, especially my lower back. Finally I made it to my feet. I

did not want to face Jen this morning. I put on the suit she left out

for me and quickly left for work. I could sneak in and shower at work.

I was a smelly mess, but I was five foot eight again.