I bolted awake inside of an unfamiliar dark room. I couldn't see anything at all, or remember how I got here. Wherever I was, it was extremely warm, and I felt the ground beneath me slowly moving up and down. Reaching out, I touched a soft, yielding wall and began to panic! What the hell was that?! I felt my forehead begin to sweat in fear, and raised my right hand to wipe it away. I felt something dry and sticky in my palm, and then it suddenly dawned on me where I'd spent the night!

I was trapped in my girlfriend Lucretia's belly button as she slept next to Tom Reed, the celebrity she had lusted after for nearly as long as I'd known her. Lucy had shrunk me down after a relatively minor squabble in her bedroom and brought me along on the date she'd won with her favorite actor. The two of them had had an exciting night at my expense, maliciously recreating a fantasy that I'd often shared with Lucy. As I sat in the depression on my girlfriend's abdomen, I tried to sort out my feelings about Lucy and what had happened. She humiliated me last night, but at the same time she did bring my fetish to life. As scary and degrading as being a victim of her and Tom's carnal pleasures was, I still was aroused by it. She said she'd think about growing me back today, but what would I even say to Lucy, afterwards?

My introspection was cut short, as the sheets were lifted off of Lucy's body. Right above me, I saw the eager, lecherous face of Tom! "Wakey, wakey, Lucretia," he softly whispered as he pressed his lips together. Before I could comprehend what happening, Tom descended onto my navel prison, his mouth once again plunging me into total darkness.

The air around me became even warmer as Tom's foul morning breath permeated Lucretia's belly button. I choked, desperately fighting for fresh air as Tom began to suck on the flesh of Lucy's stomach, forcing me to rise up towards his lips. The ground beneath me began to softly tremble, which could only mean my gigantic girlfriend was now roused from her slumber and enjoying Tom's wake up call.

After planting about a dozen kisses on her belly, the suction stopped and I managed to regain my balance. This victory was short lived, though, as something wet began slamming me against the side of Lucy's navel. Tom's long, moist tongue flicked around in Lucretia's belly button, getting more forceful with each lick. "No, not again!" I yelled in frustration, having just finished my ordeal with my girlfriend's tongue a few hours before. Each stroke of the titanic organ pushed me harder against a wall deep inside of my girlfriend's fleshy cavern, and also inadvertently brushed my now insignificant morning wood. Because he'd passed out before Lucy dropped me in here last night, Tom was completely unaware of my presence: to him, I was nothing more than a speck of my girlfriend's belly button lint!

Lucy moaned in sleepy satisfaction, causing the wall I was against to vibrate; as my unknowing assailant licked down over me, I let out my own reluctant gasp of pleasure. Tom's tongue stopped at my feet and without warning knocked me off my footing, forcing me to land face first on its slimy surface. No sooner was I laid out on the tip of his tongue than did Tom remove it from Lucy's belly button. I screamed as Tom slowly stood higher, and I grabbed on to his taste buds, squirming in terror against the vast platform inside his mouth. I felt myself rise to the roof of Tom's mouth before he pinned me against it as he swallowed a few times. I struggled to stay in the tight space between his tongue and palate, as each swallow he took threatened to slowly drag me face down to the back of his throat.

The swallowing stopped, but Tom clicked his tongue three times, which became too much for my aroused member to take. The very organ that was torturing my tiny nude body had also managed to pleasure me. I held tightly as Tom finished his last click, and I began writhing against the wet ground as my load shot out and landed in the minute gaps between some of his taste buds. I knew I was too small for Tom to realize I'd came in his mouth, as I lay down in a pool of saliva and shame, the familiar feeling of humiliation filling my now spent body.

I couldn't rest long enough to continue my post-climax pity party, though: Tom moved his head down and I was falling off the end of his tongue! I fell out of his mouth, the air whipping against my soaked skin, until I plunged back into another dark, moist hole. The faint but familiar scent of Tom's precum filled my nostrils and I knew instantly that I was back inside of Lucy's mouth.

I ducked down onto the wet floor of my girlfriend's jaw as I felt my her tongue dart out above me. I saw the daunting gates of her teeth open only to be invaded by the tremendous mound of flesh and muscle that had unknowingly violated me just moments earlier. I stayed crouched as the two titanic tongues wrestled above me, and a mixture of their saliva began to rain down and gather around my ankles. All I could hear around me was the wet slopping of oral lust, and deep, deafening moans on both sides of the conjoined caves. Lucy's head snapped back and shook side to side, jostling me against the flap of skin beneath her tongue. It felt to me like Tom and her were getting very intense with their morning make out session. Tom eventually broke the kiss, causing Lucy to quickly move her tongue back to its resting place, slapping me down on my back in the process. As Lucy gasped to catch her breath from her passionate awakening, I heard the inevitable dreadful words that one would expect to hear after a night like the previous one.

"So, Lucy, dear," Tom asked with a smug sense of pride, "do you fancy another go?" Peeking out from beneath her tongue, I saw the insides of Lucy's cheeks spread into a smile.

Lucy sat up in the hotel bed, smiling at being propositioned by Tom Reed for a morning round of sex. She still couldn't believe how incredible last night was! Tom's big, hard cock felt just as good inside of her as she always imagined it would, and she found even more satisfaction in having her fantasy come true. Here he was again, having slept in the nude, his manhood stiff with renewed desire for her body.

She then thought of Sam, her poor little boyfriend who she'd forced to ride on the head of Tom's penis, and overpowered with her own feminine charms. Despite her drunken, lustful behavior last night, Lucretia wasn't a monster. As much as she'd been indulging in her own one-on-one fantasy with Tom, she knew that she'd helped Sam live out his fetish and there was a part of her that, in spite of their distance lately, loved doing it. She'd enjoyed fucking Tom, true, but she found herself being increasingly fascinated by the memory of her body being a playground for her miniature boyfriend. Lucy never minded having a dominant attitude in bed with Sam, but his macrophilia hadn't made a whole lot of sense to her before. Now that she'd shrunk him and made it real for both of them, she surprised herself and felt some mutual gratification over Sam's position and the unrestricted power it entitled her to.

She gazed at her conspirator in last night's affair and smiled as she finally gave her reply. "I would love to," said Lucy in a sultry voice, as she approached Tom. She slid her arms around his waist and rested her head on his chest. "But," she backed away from him and chuckled, "I'm still a bit sore from last night. Plus, I've got to get Sammy boy home and dressed."

Tom's mouth dropped open as he looked down at his swelling, exposed dick, somewhat taken aback at Lucretia declining his entreaty. He wanted to protest, but his lust quickly melted into fear upon remembering that he was in no position to beg - not with a girl who could reduce him to nothing with a mere thought. "Well, alright, then," he said pitifully attempting to mask his surprise. "I'm going to go shower, I'm sure you can find the way out." Tom rushed off to the bathroom to reduce the awkwardness of the situation. He had gone to bed feeling like a god, being worshipped by a fan and a truly insignificant creature, and woken up surprised to hear the one thing nobody has thought to say to him in the last several years: "no."

From my front row seat of Lucy's decision, I was overjoyed that she'd spared me even more humiliation at their colossal hands, genitals, and whatever other body parts they dared to incorporate into their sexual escapades. As much power as Tom possessed, or at least felt he did, he hadn't been prepared for that answer, and was in his own way cut down to size by Lucy. I was ecstatic: perhaps she did care after all! I quickly climbed up one of her front teeth and made my way out onto her lower lip. I saw her hand reaching down to her stomach to check where she'd kept me through the night. I jumped up and down on the wide, soft surface to try to alert my girlfriend to my new location.

A fingernail came up and scooped me off the surface of her lip, and I was rushed up to the familiar, tremendous sight of Lucy's eyeball. I saw the lids narrow as she strained to look at me, and I waved my hands, hoping she could see me. I was a little less nervous looking her in the eye this time around, having spent all night getting used to my new size. However, any hope I had was drained from me once Lucy opened her mouth.

"Oh no!" she exclaimed, her voice dripping with malevolent sarcasm, "how did a speck of belly button lint end up in my mouth?" My jaw dropped, along with my confidence about the situation! "Did Tom's big old tongue dig you out of your home? Poor little lint! I bet you at least had a fun ride, though," she giggled, stripping away at the shreds of dignity I still had after all I'd been through. "You're just so tiny and insignificant, I could simply drop you here or flick you onto the floor while I walk out of the room, leaving you all alone with Tom. Would you like that, lint? I bet you would," Lucy beamed, savoring every minute of her degrading me. She knew damn well she was staring at her tiny boyfriend, and was toying with me like the predator her relative size to mine allowed her to be.

I felt something move next to the finger I was on, and I looked in unadulterated terror as Lucy's other gargantuan hand approached me! Her middle finger rested against her thumb as she lined them up in the perfect position to flick me off her fingertip and out of existence with just the slightest movement. "No, Lucy, you can't!" I yelled up at her, frantically waving my arms in front of me. "Please, it's me, Sam, your boyfriend!" Lucy laughed, as I closed my eyes and braced for the fatal impact.

I felt my enormous girlfriend's finger coming down on me, only it was a lot lighter than I'd expected it to be. It was a very slight touch, and just rustled the hairs on top of my head: Lucy was still laughing, but it sounded much more jovial now. "Silly Sam," she said, "did you really think I'd flick you away to stay unattended with MY celebrity crush? You know how jealous that could make a girl like me." I didn't know how to feel: Lucy had definitely changed after shrinking me, but the laughter she made now was the most warm sound she'd directed at me in some time. This new sense of power was intoxicating to her, and she knew that it equally scared and excited me, as well.

The hand I was on moved up quickly past her long, messy locks of dark brown hair, and I was confronted by a large doorway made of skin that I recognized as being her once petite and delicate ear. "Now get in there, tiny, so we can go home. And don't wander off from being my ear wax like you did when you were my belly button lint, otherwise you won't like where you'll end up next when I find you!" she threatened with a tinge of humor. I was still unsure of what to make of Lucy's behavior, or what I could even say to her, but I obeyed my goddess and climbed into the slightly sticky and yellow-walled opening on the side of her head. My feet sunk slightly into the wax floor and kept me steady as I felt Lucretia get up and start walking home.

As Lucy walked home, I kept stumbling within her ear, occasionally landing against the coated surfaces around me. My body was getting covered in earwax, and I could only think of how much I preferred my traveling accommodations the night before. While her breast was less steady on the whole, at least her bra was well filled enough to keep me in place, whereas I had a hard time getting comfortable in her ear. Although she'd pardoned me from participating in another amorous encounter between her and Tom, Lucy was still very eager to toy with me a bit longer. Her ears had always been one of her sensitive spots, and at normal size I would always tease her by softly blowing into them or gently brush my tongue all over them. Now that I was small enough to fit inside of them, I was sure Lucy was enjoying the sensations of my stumbling as she made her way home.

I must admit that, while my shrinking fantasies never included being inserted into someone's ear before, I couldn't help but appreciate my vulnerability in the situation. If Lucretia didn't know or forgot that I was in here, I would just be another itch to her. I was completely at her mercy, and anxiously waited to see what she had planned for me back at her house. Would she continue her streak of cruelty, or would she surprise me with another display of her humanity?

I felt Lucy stepping upward, which I had assumed meant she was climbing the steps of her porch. As she ascended the stairway to the door, her seismic strides caused me to lose my balance, and I fell backwards into a large chunk of earwax. I tried picking myself up, but the gunk was too thick for me to escape! I heard the front door open and shut, as Lucy stepped inside her home. Her movement ceased, and I saw her raise her finger to the opening of her ear.

"Okay, Samuel, the ride's over now, step back out into my finger," Lucy's voice echoed around me. My exit from inside of her head seemed to be just a yard away from me, but the wax held me in place. "Sam, stop stalling! It's not wise to piss someone off who's so much bigger than you," she thundered with mild impatience.

"Lucy, I fell! I'm stuck in your earwax!" I desperately pleaded, not wanting to incur the wrath of my unpredictable girlfriend.

"Oh, so itsy-bitsy Sammy needs goddess Lucretia's help, hmm?" she responded with indignation. "I don't know, tiny: now that I know how helpless you are, I'm thinking I should just leave you alone in there. You actually did feel really nice struggling in there on the way over, you know," she snickered.

"Lucy, please! This isn't funny!" I shouted, squirming in my soft, sticky bonds. She was effortlessly playing with me, tantalizing my fetish by reminding me that I'd lost all of my agency as an independent being. She and the other people who now towered over me had the final say in my existence: a notion which filled me, now more than ever, with both fear and arousal.

"Oh, but it is very funny, my pet," Lucy gleefully replied. "However, I suppose I can help you out." I breathed easy, thankful that I'd appealed to my girlfriend's decency. Her finger retreated from outside of her ear, as I wondered what she had planned. I then saw a giant white tip enter the opening, before blocking out all the light! It forcefully rammed over me and spun around the entirety of my surroundings. I felt the wax spread around me, now sticking me against the soft, rotating surface of whatever it was in Lucy's ear. It pushed me down hard against the floor, before quickly sliding out of the massive orifice.

Lucy opened a drawer in her bathroom and pulled out a cotton swab. "This ought to do it!" she thought, as she raised it to her ear and started poking inside. Although Lucretia did genuinely want to help her Lilliputian prisoner, she saw no reason she couldn't have some fun doing it. She felt a slight movement against the instrument, causing her to smirk as she spun it around. Once she was sure her task was complete, she scraped the swab against the floor of her ear for good measure before bringing it back out into the air.

She held the dirty tip just next to her nose, gazing down at it with laughter: there I was, looking back up at her, glazed in a layer of brown and yellow grime and surrounded by specks of cerumen that were just about my size! "Ick, my ears really did need a cleaning!" Lucy said in a mixture of amusement and disgust. "Hold tight for a bit, speck!" She fluidly flipped the cotton swab upside down as I faced the long drop down from my position to the cold, hard bathroom floor. She steadily swapped the swab to her other hand and raised it to the opposite side of her head. I was tilted onto my side as I felt her index finger and thumb grasp and move the long pillar further above me. As the other side of the swab penetrated her uncleaned ear canal, I felt myself descing backwards in midair. Lucy's fingers turned carefully but swiftly, as she used the tip inside of her ear to clean herself.  While I was stuck spinning around on the free tip, I kept hoping her hand wouldn't slip and crush me against my cotton and muck constraints.

Lucy stopped moving the swab and pulled it back out of her ear, holding it tightly between her fingers. She turned on the faucet, letting it run for a few seconds before she determined it was the right temperature for what she had in mind. Picking up a disposable cup from the dispenser, she placed it under the cascade of water until it filled to the brim. She set the cup on the counter and brought the tip of the swab I was on just above it. "Here you go," Lucy cooed as she brought her hand down and submerged me beneath the surface of the paper cup's contents.

The water was warm against my skin, and felt rather nice. I saw the solid wax chunks around me fall into the water, and the layer of filth I'd been stuck to finally released me into the massive three ounce depths. I grabbed an undissolved remnant of the debris to stay afloat, and looked back up. Lucy reached for something else on the counter, and brought a nozzle over the cup's lip. Her gigantic palm pressed down on top of the nozzle as a glob of liquid soap flew into the water. "This'll get you clean quick, you dirty little boy," Lucy softly taunted before immersing a clean cotton tip in my makeshift bath.

She hummed carelessly as she quickly stirred the water, swishing me around in the newly formed bubbles. Of all the ways Lucy had teased me over the course of the last twenty-four hours, this was the most enjoyable! It was unreal to me that my girlfriend of infinite magnitude was bathing me in a whirlpool inside of a small paper cup. Although she spoke to me in a mocking and sarcastic tone, I felt as though she was genuinely enjoying handling me like this. Lucy removed the long rod from the cup, and replaced it with her finger. I climbed back onto her skin, as she slowly raised me out of the cup, setting me down in her opposite palm.

Lucy picked up a cotton ball and walked into her living room, setting me and the fluffy sphere down on her coffee table's marble surface. She sat on the adjacent brown leather couch and leaned over me. My gaze lingered on Lucretia's immense beauty: she had blurred the lines between acting as my lover, my tormentor, and my caretaker. Her hair was still a mess from the long night of sleep and sex, which had also faded her dramatic yet minimalist makeup, but she was still a wonder to behold at any size. She took a deep breath, her cleavage expanding just above me, and then stared at me with a foreboding look. "Take the cotton ball and dry yourself off, little guy," she started. "We've got some things we really need to talk about."

Lucretia stared down at my small and naked body, biting her trembling lower lip. Her eyes that had been full of scornful passion and fire last night were now pensive mirrors reflecting confusion. She seemed as lost as I was, as far as where our relationship should go from here. Taking another deep breath, Lucy sighed as she exhaled with a blustery force that removed some of the remaining water from me. "I suppose I owe you an explanation," she began, breaking the tense silence.

"Look, Sam, I need to be completely honest: I never fully understood your shrinking fetish. I mean, I loved you, so I didn't really complain and I'd indulge you every now and then, but I thought it was pretty weird." Lucy spoke at an anxious pace as she filtered her stream of consciousness into precise confessions. "It was really fucking weird! And part of me felt sort of... insecure, I guess, because of it." Folding her skyscraper-sized arms, Lucy clutched at her sides: as vulnerable as I was down on the coffee table, the giantess before me felt her own fragility while she carefully tried to find the right words to express herself.

Lucretia swallowed hard before continuing. "When we would actually make love, I knew that you were physically satisfied, but I was never sure if you were as pleased as when we role-played. Sure, I thought the sex was great, but I was scared that we both weren't getting as much out of it or enjoying it the same way." As she admitted this, Lucy's gaze descended from me to her knees and her long dark hair draped over her face. "So I became distant because I wanted to bring this up, but I just didn't know how to do it. I mean, it's not something I could have just asked my friends about and rehearsed beforehand: I respected you too much for that!" Lucy made a soft whine as tears formed in her wincing eyes.  Slowly they rolled down her flushed red cheek, before landing in the chasm between her legs and the table. Her sobs became deafening as a deluge of tears rained down from above, just missing me.

As Lucy cried, I felt guilty for exposing her to my fetish. I was always insecure about it before I met her: she was the only person I felt I could trust with it, and I'd never really thought about how it might have affected her. "Why did you make me like this, then?" I spoke up, puzzled as to why my girlfriend would shrink me, despite her conflicted feelings towards my fetish. "Were you planning on last night playing out like it did, or on using my fetish against me at some other point?"

"No, I didn't go out last night planning to sleep with Tom, I swear!" Lucy cried out, trying to collect herself and continue airing out her feelings. "I was afraid and got bored as a result, but I honestly did want to work through this with you! I practiced the shrinking spell as a gift for you; I thought that if we could resolve our problems, you would have liked to actually experience being tiny instead of role-playing the next time we messed around. Sure, maybe I didn't get it, but that's what love is: compromise and exploring your partner's interests, right?" Lucy's lips broke into a smile, as her tears washed away her emotional restraints from the last few months. Gazing up at the crying goddess, the curve of her lips was like seeing clouds dissipate after a long storm. Her eyes grew more sullen, though, as the smile faded back into a look of regret and pain. "But I got upset after you teased me about Tom, and I used it on you out of frustration. That with everything else on my mind, my initial fears felt somehow validated. I just snapped and spent all evening acting out of spite," she recalled as she winced.

"I love you, but after I shrunk you and had a few drinks with Tom, I wondered what it would be like to fuck someone like a normal person? To be underneath a powerful man who's just thrusting away inside of me, while I writhe in unbridled pleasure? To not worry if he's enjoying it as much as I am, or if I'm saying the right things to entertain his fantasies?" Lucy's hair flew frantically above me, nearly knocking me off the table a few times, as she moved her head and arms while enthusiastically expounding on her logic from last night. "Sam, I've struggled with these questions for a while now; in that moment, it seemed clear to me that I probably did need somebody else. The fact that you had brought the same scenario into our bedroom before seemed to make it alright to me, at the time: I'd get what I wanted, and you'd suffer for getting what you wanted." Lucy moved her face closer to me, her countenance baring something resembling calm. I knew we had reached the eye of this giantess's storm of emotions. "And do you know what, Samuel? I loved it!"

I flinched with fear underneath Lucretia's eyes, swollen from her tears. A wanton grin shone through her sorrow, as she let her words sink in. "Please don't hate me, Sam, but it finally made sense to me there - your fetish." My distress softened into relief, as Lucy continued. "You are insignificant! I mean, you were inside a dick and easily fit inside my bellybuton. Actually experiencing that degree of power is so much different from just whispering it into your ear while I jerk your cock: I can still do absolutely anything at all to you now! That knowledge alone is so much hotter than being a celebrity's one night stand." I could see Lucy shiver with delight as she recounted the ways she lorded over me, and undoubtedly imagined new ones. "Sammy, be honest: was last night how you always imagined an encounter with Tom Reed would go?"

I walked past the tip of Lucretia's nose, staring up at my emotional monolith of a girlfriend. "Lucy, I can't pretend I wasn't scared shitless. I mean, you and a complete stranger used me and humiliated me!" Her lips tightened as she bit down on them in shame. "This is a dream come true, though. It was scary, but it was also exciting. Between finally feeling so close to your body and the way you and Tom were in complete control of me, and could snuff me out with the slightest movement, it was also pretty hot!" I smiled as I looked up and saw Lucretia's face fill with mercy. Sure, she put me in danger last night, but I could see that she was truly sorry for it.  All morning, she'd been trying to make amends with me: how couldn't I forgive her?

Lucy made a slight squeak as her fingers lunged towards me, scooping me into the palm of her hand. She raised me to her face, holding me at what looked to be a few feet from her mouth. "Babe, I'm sorry you had to be used like that, but I love your new size! It's refreshing to be your goddess for real, after feeling so unsure about everything." Lucy gave a wide grin, the dull, white surface of her teeth filling my vision. She brought her other hand over and gently stroked my head with her finger. "Sam, do you want me to remain as your goddess? I wouldn't keep you tiny all the time, but I think we there's a lot of fun a teeny-tiny man and his all-powerful girlfriend could share," she playfully invited. How could I resist? I was in the hands of an endless beauty, who as it turns out really did love me! Lucy knew and relished the degree of power she had over me, but at the same time she was currently exercising careful control. Her finger moved down to my manhood, and gently stroked it a few times before withdrawing entirely.

"I still feel bad about putting you through that last night." Although things seemed to be resolved between Lucy and I, she still felt some shame about her impulsive behavior. "How about a free pass for you, hmm? A threesome with anybody you want, and any combination of sizes!" She laughed, as she imagined having a team of speck-sized pets crawling all over her body and taking care of her womanly needs.

"Lucy, I couldn't," I protested. As steamy as last night was, I still felt like going along with my girlfriend's offer wouldn't make things right.

Lucy slightly curved her fingers into a towering wall behind me and moved me closer to her enormous mouth. "No, little man! You agreed that I'm your goddess, and so I ORDER you to pick someone else out for us to play with sometime!" Lucy's voice was authoritative, but still sensual and light-hearted, as she was still trying to find the perfect balance of being gentle but dominating. "For now, though, let's have some fun between us. How about you just stay here on the table like a good little bug while I take a shower and get into something more comfortable?" Her tongue flashed out quickly as she licked her lips at the thought.

"Can't I come into the shower with you?" As excited as I was about her proposition, I could also think of some naughty games we could play before the main event.

"Now, now, you need to learn obedience and patience, little Sammy. And we wouldn't want you getting washed down the big old drain, or me forgetting you after sticking you to the soap, would we?" Lucy brought her nose down to her palm and have me a slight nudge. I sighed as I felt the cliff of skin bump into me, and I leaned forward to give it a slight embrace. I let go and she moved her hand back down to the table, as I jumped off back onto the marble surface. "I'll be back shortly." She blew a kiss and stood up, while I watched as she walked to the staircase. My goddess's ass wiggled slowly and deliberately as she ascended upstairs, leaving me on my own.

I heard the water begin to run upstairs, and I beamed at how well this had worked out. Lucy and I had finally gotten everything off of our chests, and now we were free to make our fantasies come true. As I sat in anticipation of Lucretia having her way with me, I heard the front door of the house open. I froze as I felt the loud clicking of footsteps, and a booming feminine voice called out. "Hello, Lucy? Are you home?"

I heard the door shut and the familiar sound of thin stiletto heels hitting the marble floor slowly getting closer to me. I clammed up on the coffee table, deathly afraid of being discovered by the approaching giantess. With each click of her heels, I was reminded of just how powerless I was. While Lucy had completely dominated me, she was at least aware of my existence and how her actions affected me. However, at my size, I was at the mercy of the entire world, including people who wouldn't ever consider that a tiny man might be near them - or worse, people I would prefer not to involve while living out my sexual fantasies! As the steps came closer still, light tremors traveled through the table and my body and I heard the shrill jingling of keys become more apparent. The light of the room began to slowly disappear as the massive woman finally appeared in the doorway and approached the table. She stomped towards the couch, casting a long, dark shadow over me, which seemed an extension of her usual black clothing and hair. I felt truly insignificant as I looked up at her while she absentmindedly searched for the television remote, completely oblivious to my presence. She turned around, holding the long black device high above my head and switched on the billboard-sized flat screen behind me. The light of the program illuminated her features, and I slowly took in the image of the raven-haired titan towering above me: Lucretia's mother, Eve.

For a woman approaching 50, Eve Lombardi still had looks that turned heads. In spite of measuring an even five feet tall, Eve managed to stand out in crowds, with her bright green eyes that shone like emeralds as they contrasted against her faintly tanned skin. Even before she mourned the loss of her husband, Eve had maintained a dark wardrobe and further emphasized her eyes with heavy black makeup — perhaps this had made an impression on Lucy as she was growing up? Eve did not share her daughter's belief in magic and identified as Catholic, though she was hardly a saint, especially in her youth. She once had a reputation as a party girl and was lusted after by men and women alike. Although her love of a luxurious lifestyle never disappeared, her taste for decadence had been curbed by marriage and childbirth. Her husband died of a heart attack when Lucy was only a year old and Eve never remarried, though she remained close to her sister-in-law. While Eve and I had a good relationship, there was no chance of her expecting to look out for her daughter's bug-sized boyfriend, and Lucy was still upstairs in the shower.

"Hmm, I guess I'll relax until Lucy comes down," Eve sighed, bending down to have a seat. Her ass landed on the leather cushion with a thundering thud, and she stretched her legs up with a yawn. Eve took great care of her body and worked out at the gym every morning. Her legs in particular had always looked very well-toned and unlike Lucy's, they were smooth and hairless. I knew that Eve enjoyed being pampered and I could see her calves  hovering above me were red, no doubt due to her just coming back from a waxing appointment. I gazed in amazement at how her legs seemed endless in the sky above me until they converged into the pair of black shorts she wore. I watched as one leg crossed under the other, like two dancing serpents in the air, and Eve let out a relaxed moan as she settled into her seat, lowering her legs down towards the coffee table.

I panicked and ran for my life! This wasn't supposed to happen: Lucy was supposed to come back and play with me, not leave me to be squashed under her mother's muscular calves! I saw the shadow of her long limbs grow heavier around me as I ran for safety towards the other end of the table. I kept dashing, certain I would be in the clear, until I felt my face smash against a foam wall. I stumbled backwards, and leaned on a very coarse feeling pillar that smelled vaguely of lavender lotion and oil. I looked at the first wall and saw it was a giant porous surface, before it dawned on me where I was. I had run the length of my girlfriend's mother's legs and ended up trapped between the heel of her foot and her open-toed stilettos' insole! I was mortified: despite my giantess fetish, feet had never really been a turn on for me! As if unconsciously mocking my plight, Eve let out a raucous cackling at the television show she was watching.

I looked to the sides of my prison, and I appeared to be right in the middle of the giantess's heel. Each exit would take me considerable time to even attempt to reach, and I was still out of breath from getting here in the first place. I stood as small as a mite beneath the powerful, fragrant foot of this athletic MILF, with virtually no hope of escape for now. I stood thinking carefully about my options, but once again fate seemed to make my choice for me. Eve moved her foot back off the table, smacking me against the shoe's insert. As she lifted her feet from the table, I was scooped up and felt the shoe turning towards the floor. Gravity pulled me down the high-heeled slide, and the smell of lotion and sweat became more powerful as the skin ceiling became more and more narrow. I squeezed just beneath the ball of Eve's foot and came to a stop. Light shone above me, and I saw a leather strap arching just above the flesh on either side of me. I was now lost in Lucy's mom's toe cleavage.

The world around me shook much harder than when I was on Lucy's nipple! I was so close to ground zero of Eve's movements, but had plenty of room to trip around due to my size. Eve took large strides, as her impossibly loud heels boomed further behind me. Her toes scrunched in with each step, just shy of squeezing the life out of me. I prayed that I wouldn't be caught beneath the giantess's toes as she plodded across the marble tile floor. She same to a stop and leaned forward some, causing me to rest against the intersecting joints of her toes for safety. I heard two thuds way above me and heard Eve's voice call out, "hi, honey!"

"Oh hi, mom, you're home early!" Lucy was a bit surprised: she knew Eve's workout and spa routine usually kept her out until at least the middle of the afternoon. She stood hugging her mother, wearing a light violet bathrobe which she had hoped to shed quickly for her boyfriend's enjoyment.

"Well, everything went rather quick today. I've kept up all the landscaping, so we just did a mani-pedi today. What do you think?" Eve beamed as she splayed her long, slender fingernails and kicked out each of her feet to show off the matching neon orange adorning the end of each of her digits. As I spun around between her mother's toes from the sudden thrust, Lucy nodded in approval, oblivious that she was admiring my present location. "I just sat down for a bit while I waited for you. I figured with all of this extra time I've got, I'd do some cleaning around the house. I'll probably head up into the bathroom and start there in a little bit."

"Alright, I'll probably be in my room for the day. I had a long night." Lucy gave a slight smirk, partially out of how much of a guilty pleasure her night truly had been, and partially out of excitement for how she would make it up to me for that.

"No problem, I'll let you know if I need any help." I felt the floor shift forward again, and I gave a slight bounce as Eve walked away to fetch her cleaning supplies. I was petrified: things had just been set straight with Lucretia and now I was stuck inside her mother's toes while she went on a cleaning spree. My only hope of even trying to get back to my girlfriend was to climb up onto her mother's foot and jump off to go someplace I could be discovered. It was a longshot, but it was the only one I had. Besides, an Italian mother's housework was no place for someone as tiny as me! I worked my way to the smaller of Eve's two toes and pressed my body tightly against the calloused flesh. The aroma of her lotion was exceedingly strong, and I felt myself begin to get hard at the scent. I felt ashamed, but I had no time to dwell on such feelings as I began climbing up the unstable digit.

Lucy walked over to the coffee table and sat where her mother had just been. "Okay, my speck-sized pet, let's get you comfortable, shall we?" She grinned as she moved her face down to the surface of the table. Her eyes scanned every which way, but all she saw was the shine of the tabletop. "Sammy?" She felt her chest get tighter as her breathing became more rapid. "This isn't funny! As your goddess, I command you to show yourself!" She whispered loudly so that her mother wouldn't hear her, unsure of how Eve would take the news of her daughter shrinking her boyfriend down to minuscule size. Lucretia's eyes widened as she saw the television still on, and recalled the posture her mother usually assumed when watching it: her legs and feet stretched out on the coffee table! She gasped in horror, realizing that she was no longer in control of her boyfriend's safety. "Fuck!"

Lucretia felt anxiety squeeze her skull. She couldn't believe how something so simple turned into a careless mistake: now her shrunken boyfriend was at the mercy of her unaware mother's feet. She felt her skin turn warm with fear against her violet terry bath robe, and she reclined onto the couch to regain her composure.

She shook her head, still trying to process her loss. "Samuel..." Lucy stretched her legs onto the table, mimicking her mother's usual posture. Her robe rode up over her knees as she rested her leg against the cold table top.  Before she went into the shower, Lucy believed that she'd finally made things right with Sam and wouldn't be shedding anymore tears for him or their relationship. Now her attempt at making a new start with Sam has been interrupted by her mom. "He has to have survived," she thought, wiggling her dainty bare foot while trying to imagine what her boyfriend was going through right now.

She thought of Eve's freshly pedicured feet, and how soft they were compared to her own. Lucy felt a slight nervous laughter escape her lips, as she brushed back her still wet hair: Eve may have had larger feet, but she took great care of them. Her bedroom cabinets were filled with bottles of scented moisturizing lotions and pumice stones which she used almost daily. Sure, being crushed by a giant foot is every tiny thing's nightmare, but Sam sure won the comfort jackpot with this pair. "Still," Lucy muttered, "he must be so scared. But how do I get to him?" She crossed her big toes over one another and gazed at the chipped black paint at their ends, as she tried to formulate a rescue plan.

"He's so small, I don't think she'd pay much attention even if she did feel him. And she wouldn't believe me if I told her I used magic to shrink him." Lucy sighed, slightly grateful that Eve's religious beliefs were not so zealous, otherwise she might have been worried about her mother crushing Sam after mistaking him for a tiny devil. "Plus, it's a big house for poor little Sam. Even if he escapes mom's feet, he could have gotten off in any room and be moving around while I'm looking for him." Lucy bit her lip in frustration, knowing that it could be days before she'd find Sam if he was trying to find her at the same time.  She knew that Sam would be alright, but it seemed like a hopeless case of finding him sooner rather than later at his size.

Lucy closed her eyes and sighed, before lifting her head in a sudden realization.  "Shit, that could be it!" She bolted upright, walking barefoot back upstairs. “It’s risky, but worth a shot." She retraced her steps to the bathroom door, carefully pulling it behind her enough to leave it open just a crack.  The mirrors were still slightly fogged from her hot shower, and Lucretia cleared them using the sleeve of her robe. She stepped back onto the blue, shaggy bathmat and gazed at her own reflection. She untied her robe and admired her barely covered body illuminated by the afternoon sun. “All of this would have been Sam’s world,” she said, staring herself down and trying to imagine all of her features and self-perceived flaws being seen at her boyfriend’s current size.  Although she had been the one to shrink him, Lucy had really only understood her own perspective and amusement as a goddess.  She hadn’t fully considered the way Sam saw things as being much larger than himself, where they would only be average to her.

“I’m coming for you, Sam.” Lucy bowed her head and pointed her slender finger up towards her nose.  She stared cross-eyed down the pale black-tipped digit as she began chanting the same exact words that had started this whole mess.  Lucy felt a warmth in the pit of her stomach slowly radiate throughout her entire body, and she began to tingle all over.  The blackness of her fingernail seemed to expand out across her entire vision, as her sight slowly faded.  She felt like she was rapidly descending an elevator, and she fell over onto something soft.  She groaned as she opened her eyes, and she spied a mountain of soft purple material with large blue trees on the horizon.  Lucy slowly rose and gazed around at her new surroundings in awe: in order to find Sam, she had shrunken herself down to his size.  Now all that was left was to wait for her mother to come in to clean the bathroom.

Lucy heard the door creek, and a blinding light came on above her.  “Of course she didn’t hang it up! Well, can’t blame her: she must have been really tired.” Lucy heard her mother’s voice boom in the sky above her.  The room shook as she felt Eve walk towards her location, the clicking of her enormous stilettos approaching at a rapid pace. Lucy looked up and saw a large mass of black wires descending towards her, stopping a few hundred feet away from her.  Something tugged at the bathrobe and the floor moved out from underneath Lucy.  Her nude little body softly landed on the plush cloth, and she reached out to hang onto the rising garment to avoid being lost in the bathmat forest beneath it.

The hem of the robe dragged on the floor as Eve picked it up to carry to the towel rack. Lucy managed to hold on tightly until she could make out the checkered floor tiles beneath her. Without hesitation, she let go and braced for impact as she fell towards the solid ground.  Even at her size, it wasn’t a large drop, and Lucy landed unharmed on her hands and knees.  She stood back up and stared out at her colossal mother handing the robe up in the sky.  Lucy was astonished at how large her mother was compared to her: Lucy was only a few inches taller than her at normal size, but now Eve was immeasurable and certainly more imposing than her usual five foot frame.

Eve turned around quickly, her feet pointing in Lucretia’s direction.  She looked in amazement at the size of her mother’s feet towering over her.  The thin sole of her mother’s shoe was almost as large as her, and her toes were titanic flesh walls.  Further up, the undersides of Eve’s freshly painted toenails rose above Lucy like great cliffs. Eve’s body soared even higher than Lucy could see, her face covered in shadow and poofy hair. While she had been worried about Sam’s safety before, now Lucy felt even more concerned as she saw how easily someone their size could be lost under this giantess’s foot.

Lucy swallowed and clenched her fists. “Well, this is it.  No turning back now.” She ran towards her oblivious mother’s left shoe, picking herself up over the ledge of the open toed sole.  Eve’s toes tightly scrunched together, making entry to her toe cleavage impossible. Lucy looked towards the orange painted ceiling of a toenail above her. “I guess I’m going to have to climb up.  If I get on top of her foot, I can look between each of her toes and see if Sam’s on this foot.” Lucy grabbed onto the small wrinkles of her mother’s big toe and began her ascent.  She breathed in the lavender lotion that permeated her mother’s feet, and had to admit she felt slightly excited being so small and on an adventure on her unaware mother’s body. It was a lot like the thrill she felt of first dating Samuel and sneaking out to avoid Eve’s protective nature, only she now risked more than simply being caught by her mother.  “The things you do for love, huh? Hang in there, Sammy.”

 

Eve hung up Lucretia's robe and walked about the bathroom, surveying the progress of her cleaning. She took dainty, deliberate strides as she examined the checkered floor she trod upon, looking for even the hardest to clean spots of grime. As hard as she looked, though, Eve couldn't have possibly known about the tiny stowaways desperately climbing the ridges of skin on her toes. She swung one foot in front of the other as she made her way to the sink, before bending down on the bathmat to open the cabinet door where she kept her cleaning rags and bottles.

The movement of Lucy's mother's continent-sized foot made my climb up the side of her toe all the more difficult. I slipped several times, due to the giantess's violent, careless sauntering. Despite my disinterest in feet, the heat from Eve's body and being a virtual parasite to my girlfriend's beautiful mother was an extremely arousing experience. Every shift of her steps made me aware that my host could snuff me out of existence with just the slightest wrong move. I clung tightly to the side of her enormous soft toe, admiring how well moisturized my colossal host kept. The skin became harder in my hands as I pulled myself up towards the edge of her normally thin cuticles. I was well above the close calls of being squashed between the moving walls of Eve's tiny toes, and could see the neon orange lacquer that marked the tips of their tops.

I gripped the edge of her cuticle and kept climbing over the hill of flesh and bone. I looked beside me at the dull tangerine horizon of Eve's nail, stretching out like an ocean reflecting a summer sunset. I knew that Eve favored smooth gel-based nail polish, which made it too risky for me to stand on. I had to reach the very top of her toe if I wanted to have any hope of finding my way back to Lucretia from my current position. The wrinkles of skin that I had pressed my diminutive body against began to curve and become my floor. I slowly began to stand as best as I could, between the slope of my platform and the seismic movements of my unwitting captor. I carefully balanced myself and planted my feet firmly on the flesh floor: I was finally on top of Eve's colossal foot!

I inhaled deeply, savoring breaths of fresh air that were no longer dominated by the scent of my girlfriend's mother's lotion and sweat. I gazed out to the left and saw Eve's other foot idly planting itself as she went about her regular household routine. Gazing up, her dark clothes and hair stretched as high as the heavens, as the towering goddess idly hummed a hymn from her disco days. Although Eve had never been anything but kind to me, her size alone caused the same fear of seeing her daughter and Tom Reed as giants last night to come flooding back to me. My already obscured view of the top of the giantess was obscured by a flowing white cloud she held in her hand, she then moved to the top of a towering cabinet. Her arms were distant enough to appear smaller than they actually were, but her movements as they oscillated to polish the cabinet caused significant tremors throughout Eve's body, for someone of my stature.

If there was one thing that Eve was meticulous about, it was her housekeeping. Although she would never intentionally harm a living thing, she regularly waged violent war against dirt and dust in her home, brandishing her artillery of rags and brushes. After all, just as she loved to feel and look beautiful, Eve felt her house should also be a reflection of her own beauty. She selected a white rag from the beneath the sink and scanned around the room for where to finish today's campaign against uncleanliness. Raising her left foot, she kicked shut the bottom cabinet door, and walked towards the larger cabinet in the corner of the room where she kept the bath towels. "Filthy," she muttered under her breath, scanning the dusty top of the wooden chest. Humming a song from her youth, she raised her arm and began viciously making large circles with the linen cloth on the cabinet's surface.

I braced myself and laid across her humongous toe, waiting for the miniature earthquakes to subside. I gripped my entire body tightly once again to her skin, holding on for dear life as I tried to remain steady on the foot of the giant cleaning Italian matriarch. I felt the shaking stop, and I hesitantly looked up to see the cloth cloud hanging in the air above me, now a darker grey. I cursed my luck, though, as I saw it rapidly growing and descending towards me.

Eve gradually slowed down her rubbing of the cloth, as the dust had been collected from the bathroom's furnishing. She carefully looked over the wooden cabinet to make sure that no trace of dust remained in the grain. She murmured in approval, before carelessly dropping her hand to her side, the cloth falling and covering her right foot. "All in a day's work," Eve proudly proclaimed. She bent down to pick up the sullied rag before folding it over and depositing it in the waistband of her black pocketless shorts. With her free hands, she emptied out the laundry hamper in the room into a basket. "Now to finish up this load and clean off this rag," she sighed with tired pride as she made her way to the washroom, stopping only momentarily to scratch a slight itch on her hip right near the dirty cleaning cloth.