Ashley walked from the bathroom and sat in her bed, wiping the tears from her face.  Pulling her left up, she wrapped her arms around them, and rested her head on her knees.  She just sat there and stared at the empty wall in front of her.  Hours and hours went by, and she never moved a muscle, as if she were a manikin or statue, pieced together and set on the bed as a decoration.

Her mind was empty of thoughts.  Nothing came in, and nothing left.  She was perfectly silent as she'd zoned out of the world as we know it, and was being surrounded by the blackness of her own mind.  The dark, black abyss of everything she was feeling.  Everything her conscience was doing to her for what had just happened.

"What have I done…." whimpered Ashley, finally making a sound.  

It couldn't have been 5 hours before that she was having the time of her life, playing around with her husband.  Knowing that James had Macrophilia, Ashley always tried her best to fulfill his fantasies the best he could.  He'd always enjoyed her small 'simulated' sessions with him, where she'd narrate a tale while kissing her feet, or as she slid his head down her body.  This wasn't enough for Ashley, though.  She wanted the very best for her husband.  She wanted to give him the real thing.

Ashley had yearned for the feeling of being wanted since she was a small girl.  She'd been picked on for her big feet from both family and students alike her entire life.  The only person who saw her as a beautiful woman and gave her a chance was James.  He treated her like a queen, bowing and kissing her feet when she would feel down, helping her with problems she had at work, and many other things.  He was the one person who made her feel wanted.

Long had she searched for a way to make James' fantasy a reality.  While James was at work and she was off, Ashley would spend hours upon hours, trying to find some way to make him smaller so she could make him appreciate her even more than he already did.  She needed to find a way to prove herself more useful to him, especially after everything he did to pamper her and make her feel wanted.

When nothing came up of this, Ashley couldn't stop.  She kept expanding her search further and further.   She'd made a separate account on their laptop, password-protected from James, trying to keep it a secret from him.  Although he knew about the account, he didn't mind her keeping it from him.  He trusted her very much, and didn't want to delve into something she didn't want him to know about at that time.

Ashley looked into anything she could find.  In reality, though, it seemed that her only option was to hope that ancient forms of magic really did exist, and that she was capable of channeling some of it into herself.  Although she knew her goals were quite farfetched, she never stopped searching.  She could feel that there was a solution somewhere.  Eventually, she found one.

Inside of her research, she found articles about a woman who claimed she could control ancient magic, or magick, as they called it.  She said she could bestow special powers upon people who were willing enough to seek her out and believe her story.  This woman was highly ridiculed by the major population, particularly the religious and scientific communities.  People viewed her as a lunatic who wanted nothing more than attention.

Ashley read her story, about how she could control magic, and she became interested.  Though the major population ridiculed her, Ashley was willing to look into anything and everything she could.  She was willing to do anything for James.  She thought long and hard about it, and decided that she would visit this woman...

"I'd like to take a small trip, James.  Please understand" said Ashley, as she presented her husband with a request to let her go on a small trip over the weekend.  She'd been nervous about how he'd react to this.  She'd been researching on their computer under a private account.  Surely he would realize that these two things were related.

James stood there and looked at her for a moment.  There was a blank expression on his face, but it soon turned to a small smile.  He nodded to Ashley and said "Of course, honey.  We all need to get out and be alone sometimes.  Just be careful, okay?"  James wasn't really excited about his wife going out on a trip by herself, but he would respect her wishes.

Ashley was very surprised at how well he took the request.  She was keeping secrets from him, blocking him out of her account on their laptop and wanted to leave for a trip.  She expected him to be more hesitant to let her go alone.  She was happy, though.  Things were going well for her.  She smiled and wrapped her arms around him as they lay in bed for the night.  "Thanks, hun.  I appreciate it" she whispered.

That night, Ashley lay in bed, arms around her husband, who was asleep.  He was resting easy, whereas her mind was wandering.  All she could think about was this trip she was about to embark on.  It would be quite a long drive, and a girl by her lonesome on the road wasn't exactly the safest situation for her.  

As she looked at him, she began to feel guilty.  Everything she'd been hiding from him was popping up in her head.  She knew that it was all for him, but she felt terrible keeping it from him.  Married couples weren't supposed to have secrets, no matter the reason.  As she thought about everything, her eyes started to water.  

Blinking, Ashley felt a tear start running down her cheek.  She felt an icy-cold chill run through her face and took a deep breath.  Slowly removing her arms from around James, Ashley stood up from the bed and walked towards the bathroom, which was connected to their bedroom.  Upon entering, she saw her own reflection in the mirror.  Her face was dark red, tears running down both cheeks.  She turned and closed the door behind her.

Reaching down, she picked up a tissue and began wiping herself off.  As her face dried, she began to fight off her tears.  The voice in her head began speaking to her as she stared at her own reflection.  "Hey!  What are you doing?  Crying?"

Sniffling, Ashley replied to her reflection.  "Of course I am.  I'm keeping secrets from my husband, from the only person who's ever cared about me.  The only person I care about."

The voice continued: "But you know it's for the best right now.  You can't afford to tell James about what you're about to do.  You can't get his hopes up for this, and then let him down if this woman turns out to be a faker"

"Well…I guess that's true" said Ashley, talking a little clearly.  "But it's still wrong to keep things from him!  Every night that I lay in bed with him, I feel worse about all of this.  I don't know how long I can keep this up!"

"Then get this finished right now" said the voice.

"What?" replied Ashley.

"You heard what I said" said the voice.  "You've already got everything ready, don't you?  You know where this woman lives.  There's a GPS (Global Positioning System) unit in the car already.  Just pack tonight or tomorrow night and leave to see this woman."

"I…I couldn't do that!" said Ashley, shocked at the voice's suggestion.

A creaking noise came from behind.  Ashley turned and jumped as the door slowly opened up.  Ashley's heart began beating rapidly.  She nearly froze as she saw James pop his head into the room.  "Hey, Ashley.  I thought I heard something.  Are you alright?"

Ashley slowly replied "Y-yes, James.  I'm..okay"  James saw her as she was replying, noticing remnants of her tears.  He began to feel concerned for her.  'Why is she in the bathroom, crying?' he thought to himself.  He stepped a little further into the room and took the tissue from Ashley's hand.  Reaching his hand up, he wiped it across her face, just below her right eye.

"You missed a spot" he replied, smiling towards her.  Ashley didn't know what to say.  He'd noticed that she was crying.  Had he heard anything she was saying?  She just stood there for a moment, looking at the tissue.  James, not wanting the awkward moment to persist, put his arms around her and leaned his head by her ear.  

"Honey, try not to stress yourself out too much.  Those tears are unbefitting of a beautiful lady such as yourself.  Why don't we just go back to bed?  I can kiss your feet if it will make you feel better."  Ashley blushed at this statement.  Despite not having a foot fetish herself, she enjoyed having her feet worshipped.  To everyone while she was growing up, they were like a grotesque mole, the cause of much mental abuse, both from her friends and even her parents.  To James, though, they were beautiful and a magnificent part of her.  He always told her how much he loved her feet and it made her feel great.

"O..okay, honey.  I'd…like that" she said, trying to crack a smile as James pushed himself up and away from her ear.  He smiled and clenched her left hand.  Walking back to the bed, he waited for her to reach the bed and kneeled down.  Planting a soft kiss on her big toe, he said "Your bed awaits you, my goddess"  

Ashley, beginning to enjoy the pampering he was giving her, lifted herself onto the bed and laid down on her pillow.  Without saying anything, James stood up and pulled her blanket up to her shoulders, and straightened it over her.  Reaching out, he put his hand over her forehead and pushed back her bangs.  "Honey, try not to worry so much.  No matter what's happening right now, I will always be here, waiting for you.  Now, try to relax and let me take your mind off whatever is stressing you out so much.  

He let go of her forehead and walked to the end of the bed.  Although their bed was Queen-sized, they were almost too tall for it.  When laying straight,  Ashley's feet were almost dangling off the end.  This made things very easy for what James had planned.  Moving over to her feet, he got down on his knees and put his face right in front of her feet, bowing before them.

"Goddess, may I worship your beautiful feet and take away your worries?" he asked, with a shaky tone, something he did often to make himself act weak in comparison to her.  Ashley laid there, almost in tears from what he was doing because of her own actions, tried to reply.  She couldn't, though.  She was too upset about everything.  

'Come on, he wants to help you!  Do what you want to do!' said the voice in Ashley's head.  Ashley began listening to it and tried to force her tears back.  It was hard, but she let out a statement.  "Yes, my pet.  They are tired and in need of loving.  Worship them until I command you otherwise!"

As a response to her statement, James said "Yes, my goddess.  It is an honor to be of service to you" as he rose his head and began to plant kisses all over her feet.  This session lasted nearly 2 hours.  Ashley was thinking about what the voice had suggested to her the entire time.  Should she just up and leave in the night so she wouldn't have to worry about this anymore?

The thoughts racked in her brain until she overwhelmed herself and fell asleep.  James heard her doing this and stopped kissing.  Standing up, he walked over to the other side of the bed and laid down next to her.  "That's right, Ashley.  Just stop worrying and sleep."  

Looking at her for a moment, he continued speaking, as if she could hear him perfectly. "Listen, I know you've been doing a lot lately and have not wanted to tell me what it is.  I don't know what you're feeling right now, but I want you to know that I'm okay with it.  Don't worry yourself so much over me.  Just do what you have to do.  I love you, and always will.  I have complete trust and faith in you."

He kissed her forehead as he said "Sweet dreams, Ashley" and went to sleep himself...

The next day, James headed off for work early.  Ashley hardly even knew he was leaving.  Her mind had been racing so much the night before, her sleep overtook her and kept her unconscious for much longer than it normally did.  Worrying takes a lot out of a person.  Although mental, it can have very real physical drawbacks.

Slowly opening her eyes, Ashley saw a blurred figure looking down to her.  "Mmm…what happened?" she asked the figure.  James, standing over her in a suit, smiled as she woke up.  Leaning closer, he put his hand over Ashley's forehead and pushed back her bangs.  "It's just me, honey.  You seemed worried last night.  You just slept in a little later than normal, that's all."  He then reached his head down and their lips locked together.  

As their kiss ended, James rose his head a little and reached for a tray of food from the other side of the bed.  "I've got to go to work.  You take it easy today, alright?  Take a day off from all this worrying and stress.  I made you breakfast.  Just sit back and enjoy yourself, honey.  I'll be back before you know it.  I love you."  He winked at her and then turned to walk out the door.

Ashley began to sit and watched him walking out the door, though her vision was still a little blurred.  She muttered up one statement as he was still in the doorway.  "I love you too, James."  Unaware of her, he smiled at her statement and hoped that she would do as he suggested.  He could tell the girl had been stressed out for many days now.  His little pampering from the night before may have helped, but he wanted to make her as happy as he could.

A few moments went by as Ashley's vision focused and she pulled the tray of food up to her.  Looking down at it, her eyes began to water and a smile came to her face.  He'd prepared her a friend egg and french toast.  "Oh, James…" she said to herself.  "You always know what I'm in the mood for."  She, now with a smile on her face, picked up a fork and began to eat the food that had been prepared for her.

A few hours later, Ashley had eaten, taken a shower, gotten dressed, and was ready to proceed with her day.  She stood in the bathroom, looking in the mirror as she brushed the tangles out of her hair.  As she finished, she stared into the mirror at her own face.  The memories of the night before came back to her as the voice in her head came back and began to talk to her.

'So, have you decided what you're going to do?' asked the voice.  Ashley took a deep breath and looked into the mirror, replying to herself.  "Yes" she said.  "James has been aware of my stress.  He went out of his way to make sure I was comfortable.  I need to get this over with as soon as possible so I can tell him what I've been keeping from."

'A wise decision' said the voice.  'You've got plenty of spare time today.'  She looked in the mirror and knew what it meant.  "Yes, I know.  I'm going to begin packing now and leave sometime this afternoon, before James gets home."  She then turned away from the mirror and flipped the light switch in the bathroom.  The room got dark as Ashley turned and walked back into their bedroom.

Walking over to the dresser that stood right next to the bed, she began opening up drawers and pulling clothes out.  She didn't know if she'd have to spend the night anywhere on this trip, but she would be packing a spare set of clothes, just in case.  She carefully lined clothes on top of the dresser:  2 pair of panties, ankle-high socks, jean shorts, and a couple sleeved T-shirts.  She looked around and was happy with her assortment.  She needed to look very casual, not to gather too much attention from others.

Kneeling down on the ground, she reached under her bed and pulled out a small suitcase.  It almost looked like a travel bag, but it was enough for a one-night trip.  She pulled it up and set it on the bed.  Unzipping the main compartment, it opened up to show 2 places to fit her clothes and other materials.  One was the main part of the suitcase, and the other was a 'sleeve' attached to the front of it, which already contained toiletries and other important materials she'd need on a trip.

Carefully folding the clothes, she piled them into the suitcase and then closed it up.  As she zipped it shut, he set her hands on it.  The leathery surface almost felt cold to her.  She stood there for a moment, wondering if she was doing the right thing.  "Can I really just leave like this?  Will he be okay with it?  I don't know…no.  Stop, Ashley, you're thinking too much.  He already told you he was fine with the trip.  Just leave him a note so he knows that you left early.  Just leave him a note and everything will be alright."

She zipped the suitcase shut the rest of the way and then made her way to the living room, which was attached to the front door.  She set the suitcase down by the door and then walked back into the kitchen.  Hanging on the refrigerator was a large white board with a black marker attached to it.  She walked over to it and took it down.  With the marker in her hand, she wrote her note.

[b]Dear James,
I am leaving for my trip a little early.  I hope you understand.  I promise I will tell you everything when I return.  I should be back tonight or tomorrow.  Don't worry too much about me, honey.  Everything is going to be fine.

Love you always,
Ashley[/b]

She was still a little conflicted, but she had a phrase running through her head as she was getting ready to leave.  'You have to do this.  For him.  For James.'  As it was being chanted in her head, she walked back out in the hallway.  Reaching the door, she picked up her suitcase and opened the door.  Wind rushing against her from outside, she closed her eyes and looked back into the house.  She felt like she'd never see the house like it was now again.  Taking a deep breath, she turned back around and proceeded towards her car.

She had a small japanese car, a 2003 Mitsubishi Eclipse.  It wasn't the best car in the world, but she loved how it looked, especially in it's red color.  Pulling out her keys, she hit a button on a connected remote that popped up the trunk.  She threw her suitcase inside, closed the hatch, and proceeded into the driver's seat.  

Sitting down, she slowly turned the key and started the engine.  She took a moment to examine her gauges.  Everything was in the green.  Gas was at Full, no abnormalities with the temperature or oil levels.  She was all set to go.  She looked over and pulled up a small piece of paper from the passenger's seat.  It was the directions to this woman's house.  

It was a pretty simple address.  Ashley looked up and flipped on her GPS unit.  Quickly entering the address, the unit told her it would take about 3 hours to reach her destination.  Ashley then switched the car into reverse and backed out of their driveway.  She got a strange feeling in her stomach as she began to drive off, as if something important were about to happen.  

She drove off, determined to find this woman and become able to fulfill James' ultimate fantasies...

'Destination time: 1 hour'.  Ashley looked to the side as she heard the automated voice of the GPS unit in her car.  She stared at the map for a moment and then back at the road.  The path she was taking had been very clear.  She's made no turns, no stops, or anything of the sort.  It was as if there was literally a straight line between where she live and where he destination was.

"So…almost there" she muttered to herself.  Although there was beautiful scenery everywhere around her, this trip seemed like it was taking ages upon ages.  She didn't look at the scenery at all.  Her mind was set on the road in front of her  as she drove.  Her head was blank of thoughts other than what she'd heard about the woman she was going to meet. 

A few days prior, she'd been able to contact the woman via e-mail on the computer.  For obvious reasons, Ashley had made a new email account, to avoid James finding out about this venture before she could go and meet this woman.  She logged in and sent a rather lengthy email to her, detailing her wishes and hopes that the woman could help her.

Much to her surprise, an email came back very quickly.  Almost instantaneously, in fact.  No sooner had she sent the email, walked into the bathroom to relieve herself, and walked back had she received an answer.  Glad and worried at the same time, Ashley read the email.

Mrs.  Ashley,

Thank you for contacting me about this matter.  I can feel through your words that you are a kind and serious woman.  Your determination to fulfill your husband's fantasies is admirable, if I may say so myself. 

The power you seek is the power of size change.  By channeling power through your mind and body, you can change anyone or anything to any conceivable size.  After feeling your devotion, I request that you come and visit me.  I will have a task for you to accomplish as you get the feel of this power.

Fulfill my task and the power will be yours to keep.

Signed,

Mistress Olga

Ashley sighed as she kept driving.  Her mind began to wander, thinking about what Olga had said in her email.  She had a task for Ashley, some sort of mission that would help her get the feel of this 'power' she would bestow upon Ashley.  Thinking about it, she was curious as to what kind of task she'd be doing.

"A task…involving size change powers?" she asked herself.  "I wonder if this is really a task that this woman needs accomplished, or if it's merely a test to see if I can handle the powers?'  There was a great mystery as Ashley became lost in thought as she drove.  One good thing came of this, however.  As Ashley was lost in thought, time seemed to fly by.

'In 10 minutes, turn right to your destination'.  Ashley came out of her train of thought as she heard the voice of her GPS unit.  It seemed like it was only a moment before that the GPS told her she had an hour left before reaching her destination.  Thinking about the email as she crept closer to her destination had allowed her mind to wander and be busy with something.

She paid attention to the road as she noticed a change in scenery.  The last time she noticed, she was surrounded by corn fields and forests.  Now, however, all of that was gone.  She saw tall rock formations all over the place, though in the distance on the right, she saw what looked like some sort of collection of trees. 

All by their lonesome, the trees stood out in the middle of the rock formations and seemed to form a circle.  It was as if the trees were creating some sort of barrier, of wall around something.  Ashley couldn't tell much about it from where she was, but she felt like it was an important place.  She felt something and said "That's my destination."

As she came closer, her GPS came through and told her to turn right.  Turning the car, she headed on a road that led straight to the circle of trees.  As the trees came closer and closer, Ashley started to get a strange feeling in her gut.  She started to feel nervous, as if something major was about to happen.  If all went well, something major was about to happen.  However, there was always the slight possibility that this woman was a fraud.

Entering the forest, Ashley saw the majority of the light around her disappearing.  The trees not only stood tall, but seemed to curve inward, creating a dome-like effect from the inside.  Everything going mostly dark, Ashley flipped a switch on her dashboard and brought her car's lights on. 

The inside of this area looked nothing like the road she had previous been driving on.  The road was now a dirt road, and the scenery was almost like a damp forested area.  It also looked much bigger on the inside than it looked from the outside.  As she drove past the trees, she finally saw the road leading up to something.  It was a house, specifically a log cabin.

She drove closer to the house and as she did so, she could see someone sitting on the porch.  It looked like an old woman.  As she came up to the house, Ashley stopped her car and parked it.  "That must be her" she thought to herself as she undid her seat belt and prepared to step out of the car.

She felt nervous, but put a smile on her face as she prepared for this meeting.  "Don't worry, James.  Just a little more time and I'll be able to prove myself even more useful to you." said Ashley as she stepped out of the car.  She was a little scared at what might happen here, but she was ready.  She had to do this for James.  She had to make herself useful..Looking towards the woman, she began to walk up the damp driveway towards the house...