A single bird chirped loudly in the mid afternoon day, the leaves of the tree it perched on swaying gently in the breeze. Bugs of all shapes and sizes scattered the grounds below, most chirping noisily to pass the time. A pair of squirrels ran through the garden, playing joyfully.

            And where was Tyler during this beautiful day? Enjoying it outside, playing one of the sports he was so skilled at? Perhaps walking around town with his friends? No, he was inside getting destroyed in video games.

            “K.O.!” the game shouted as Chloe, cute as she was deadly, won yet another brutal victory. She jumped out of her seat, shaking her petite posterior in a dance of victory.

            “Beat ya, beat ya!” she sang happily as Tyler sunk lower into the couch.

            “I told you I sucked,” he said bashfully.

            “What was that? Game seventeen?”

            “Eighteen,” Tyler corrected.

            “Ha! Eighteen games in a row!” she started strutting about. “Fine,” she said after a few more minutes of mockery. “What do you want to do?”

            “I don’t know, go outside?” was Tyler’s response. He had been cooped up in this house for almost a week now, housesitting for his friend, Katie, while she was away on a soccer retreat. Chloe had stopped by every once in a while to keep him company, yet it was still boring works.

            “Ugh, you mean with all the bugs and dirt? No, I’ll pass.” Chloe walked out of the living room, disappearing behind a wall before Tyler could say another word.

            “Well what then?” he called after a few seconds of silence. There wasn’t an immediate answer. Then Chloe came back, her flowing blonde hair cascading around her shoulders, a small, silver object in her hand and a devilish smile on her face.

            Tyler instantly recognized it as the legendary, quiet illegal, minimizer. “Wait!” he shouted, memories of his last experience with the machine coming into his mind. He couldn’t deny that he had enjoyed the encounter, but he wasn’t thrilled with the idea of going through that ordeal again, possibly with a worse, bloodier outcome.

            “Oh, not on you,” Chloe immediately answered. She turned her gaze to the machine, flipping a switch and making it hum. Her fingers went to work on the plethora of buttons. “I’m thinking we shrink some stuff. And, maybe, if the opportunity arises, a person.”

            “I’m not shrinking anyone!” Tyler shouted, amazed his friend would even think of such an idea. Then he remembered what had happened when Chloe found him shrunken last time, and the idea didn’t seem so strange.

            “Why not?” Chloe asked, tapping frantically at the buttons. “I mean, we aren’t… were not going to hurt them or… or anything.” Her thoughts were diverted by the damned controls. Flashing lights and screens of text that filled the entire devise. She didn’t have the time or the patience to find out how to work this thing.

            “Still, I don’t really…”

“Why not?” she asked, error message after error message blocking the screen. “And why doesn’t this just work!”

“I just don’t like the idea of…”
            “Oh screw it!” Chloe shouted as she slammed the devise down on the table. She turned on her heels, her head practically steaming. She had no patience when it came to technology. “I’m getting a sandwich, you think of something.”

            As she stormed off into the kitchen, she missed the bright ray of blue shoot from the little metal tip, sailing across the room, striking the poor, soon to be little, Tyler.

            “Really?” was all he could say before his body contracted to a size of only two inches.

            He wasn’t sure what happened immediately after that, but he knew he had fallen onto the couch. He stumbled about aimlessly for a second, holding his groggy head, mumbling uncontrollably. His delusional state was cut short, however, by the long tumble he took after stumbling off the couch edge and the impact of his skull on the ground below.

Tyler rubbed his throbbing head absentmindedly. With a groan, he pushed himself onto his knees, blinking at the bright environment. Everything was blurry. Shadows danced past him. There was a low tremble coming from the ground below.

            “What happened?” Tyler called, hoping someone would answer. When someone did, he jumped.

            “You don’t know?” A voice boomed down to him, the sound oddly familiar. Oddly terrifying. The tiny boy glanced up, a giant face slowly coming into view. “What, don’t recognize me?” The immense person crouched down, coming closer to Tyler.

            “No,” Tyler whispered in aw as everything became clear. Before him, as terrifying as ever, stood his rival, Chase. “You can’t be here!” Tyler shouted, amazed and confused, backing up as he did so.

            “Normally,” Chase responded with a shrug. “But these aren’t normal situations.” He rose to his full height, towering over Tyler once again. “As you can probably see.”

            “But… but…” Tyler struggled to form words in his confusion.

            “Let me clear some things up then. You fell. You were knocked out. This, my tiny little slave, is only a dream.”

            “A dream?” Tyler repeated, still not understanding.

            “Yep,” Chase replied with an all to evil smile. “And you know what that means?” Tyler shook his head. There was fear in his tiny eyes now, but it was only hiding the excitement underneath. “It means,” Chase continued, almost mockingly, “That I can do whatever I want to you.” He lifted his massive, dirty foot above Tyler’s head.

            The sight was petrifying in every sense of the word. Such an immense force hanging above you, knowing that its master had every intension of crushing you with it. It was almost too much to comprehend. Tyler only managed a quick scream before Chase’s foot crashed to the ground.

            He struggled under the crushing weight. The wall of flesh pushed down on him, pinning him to the hard floor below. He couldn’t move, could barely even breath, and it was all because of Chase.

            The giant wouldn’t be satisfied with simply crushing his toy though. He pulled his foot back, rolling Tyler until the tiny bug was between his toes, his face visible. “How do you like my feet now?” Chase called down.

            “Chase, please…” Tyler started, but the giant cut him off suddenly.

            “Oh, don’t start begging. It really is so demeaning.” Chase’s grin seemed almost as large as his feet. “Why don’t you start licking them clean?”

            “But I can’t!” Tyler called up.

            “Why not?”

            “They smell terrible!”

            “Didn’t stop you before. Now lick slave!” Chase pressed down on his little toy a bit more to drive in the point. He was in control of the situation, and there was nothing Tyler could do. So, without any other options, Tyler started licking.

            His sweat was so salty it almost hurt. His tongue rolling over the giant’s toes, collecting the tiny specks of dirt and grime, was disgusting, almost to the point of vomit. But Tyler was strong, and had gone through this before.

            How is this just a dream? He asked himself after gagging on a particularly large clump of toe jam, all to his master’s delight. Why am I his slave even in a dream!?

            His tongue continued to explore Chase’s giant, warm sole for what seemed like hours after. Between his toes, under his foot, even the hard ridges of his heel. Tyler was forced to lick all of it clean. Only when he had finally covered every inch did his master pick him up, raising the small boy to his face.

            “Good job little bug,” Chase acknowledged. “It seems like you’ve been practicing.” Tyler didn’t respond. He sat quietly through the laugh that followed. “You seem to be in a bad mood. I don’t see why, I mean this is your dream.”

            “More like my nightmare!” Tyler shouted back.

            Chase chuckled warmly. “Keep telling yourself that. Anyway, I got another job for you.”

            Tyler didn’t want to think about what his master had in mind. “What?” he asked hesitantly.

            “Don’t worry, it’s a quickie.” With his free hand, Chase unbuttoned and unzipped his jeans, letting them slide off his muscled body onto the floor, his cock once again fully visible, and fully erect.

            “No,” Tyler whispered in disbelief.

            “Yep!” Chase replied with a smile as he lowered his toy down to his waist. “And this time I don’t have to be delicate.”

            “Wait!” Tyler begged desperately as Chase brought his hand closer to his member. “Can’t you just…” but he was cut off as the giant pressed his open palm, and Tyler with it, against his rock hard manhood.

            Chase moaned with pleasure as he rubbed his hand along the length of his shaft, his head filling with images of his little toy practically crushed against it. The reality wasn’t much better.

            Tyler desperately struggled for breath as the air in his lunges was pressed out of him. Each movement felt worse than the last, more humiliating than anything before in his life. He tried to free himself, but once again, he was powerless.

            Soon Chase brought the little bug to the tip of his erection, forcefully pushing him against the warm skin. Tyler could hear Chase groaning above him. “You almost ready tiny?” the giant called down to his pet, his tone almost mocking.

            He didn’t wait for an answer. He pushed Tyler even harder against him, rubbing his erection with even more passion than before. Tyler struggled against the mad force, his face pressed against Chase’s tip.

            It happened so suddenly. Chase’s tip exploded before him, the white goo instantly covering the shrunken little boy. Tyler tried to hold onto his rival’s cock, but the force was too great. Once again he found himself falling, though now covered with Chase’s seed.

            How was this my dream? He asked himself before colliding with the unforgiving ground below.

Again Tyler pushed himself onto his knees, his head spinning. He took a deep breath, steadying himself. That was a dream, he thought calmly. Chase isn’t here; I’m not two inches tall again. He looked down at his body, realizing that it was fully intact. And I’m not even hurt! He smiled warmly.

            That smile was instantly wiped from his face as a mountain of white crashed to the ground only a few feet before him, shaking the very earth, knocking him back to the ground.

            “What the hell!” he shouted, his eyes slowly climbing the massive object. He blinked once he saw the top. “Well, I was right about most thing,” he whispered languidly to himself.

            Before him stood the towering form of his best friend, Chloe. The white mountain that had so nearly crushed him was her foot covered in her thick padded sock.

            “Where did that idiot go now?” the giant asked no one in particular, placing one hand on her hip. The other clutched what appeared to be a massive sandwich, the crumbs of which were still scattered around her lips.

            “Chloe!” Tyler shouted, now standing up, waving his arms frantically. “I’m down here!” But, his voice was far too tiny to reach her ears. Then, to his horror, Chloe lifted her massive foot.

            “Tyler?” the giant called as she went to take a step forward. Her massive foot hung above Tyler momentarily. The tiny boy couldn’t help but think how familiar this scene looked. But he wasn’t able to think long. Her foot slammed into the ground, Tyler’s small, delicate form beneath it.

            “Honestly, where could he have gone?” Chloe asked herself as she continued her motion, fully unaware that she had just trampled him into the floor.

            It was a miracle that Chloe had socks on, for it gave Tyler the minimal amount of cushioning that he needed to survive. After a moment, he opened his eyes, smiling wildly at the fact that he was still alive. But his happiness was cut short as the girl leaned more on him, pushing his face into her foot, squeezing the air from his lounges. He wanted to call out to his friend, but her weight prevented him from doing so.

            He was lifted into the air as Chloe took another step, his small form glued to her sole. “Wait!” he shouted feebly as he sored through the air. Moments later he was slammed into the ground once again.

He shook his head, trying to come to terms with what was happening. Not only was he shrunken again, but now he was glued to a giant’s foot. He was being trampled by one of his best friends!

She continued to walk around the house looking for her lost friend. How had he disappeared? She had been talking to him only a second ago!

Chloe turned a corner, walking down one of the long hallways of the house, each step falling hard onto her little friend. Each step its own little torture. But, somehow, through all the pain and humiliation, Tyler had a smile on his face.

I’m insane, he thought to himself as Chloe stomped on him once again. I can’t be enjoying this. That’s just not something a normal person does!

The giant arched her back, moaning with exasperation. She found herself back in the living room once again, no closer to locating her friend then when she started. “Tyler, if you ditched me and expect me to look after the house, your insane.” She shook her head, rolling her eyes as she did so. But then she caught sight of the minimizer sitting on the table, its screen illuminated with the words, “Shrink successful”.

“What did I shrink?” She wondered aloud as she picked up the devise. It took a second for realization to hit her. Chloe’s eyes went wide with horror when it finally did. 

“Tyler?” Chloe called gently as she crawled around the living room, her eye desperately scanning the carpet for her friend. How had she been so stupid? How could she have shrunken him? Again!

            Her little friend, however, was still trapped in the one place Chloe would almost never think look. Adhered, by the clutching fabric of her sock, to the bottom of her foot.

At least she isn’t stepping on me now, Tyler thought optimistically to himself. Chloe, on her hands and knees, her cute bottom waving in the air, wasn’t putting any pressure on the tiny boy. The smell still violated his nostrils, he was already sore, and he had no idea how he was going to find a way out of this mess, but at least he wasn’t being trampled.

“Where could he have gone?” Chloe asked aloud after a relatively thorough search of the carpet around the couch. In that time she managed to find food crumbs, an ant or two, even the pen she had lost days ago, but no Tyler.

She thought back to the events that must have led up to his shrinking. Slamming the minimizer onto the table, making a sandwich… walking around the house.

“Oh no,” she whispered as she realized where the tiny bug had gone. She flipped over, bringing her foot close so that she could see the bottom. The giant found her shrunken friend almost instantly. “Tyler!” she exclaimed, her eyes wide. “Man, I so sorry, I didn’t realize!”

“Its… Its fine,” Tyler started, trying to save his friends feelings. At least he wasn’t hurt. Well, majorly at least. “Can you just grow me back?”

“Yeah, of course. Um… how long were you on there anyway?”

“A while,” was his reply.

“You mean before I started looking for you?” the giant asked.

“Yeah.”

“So I’ve been walking on you this entire time?”

“Yep.”

She gave a sweet chuckle before continuing. “Oh Tyler, how do you manage to find yourself in these situations?”

“You were the one to shrink me!” he quickly answered, his face still pressed against her dirty sock. “Now get me off!”

“I don’t know if I want to do that.”

“What?” Tyler asked, the slightest traces of fear coming back to him. His thoughts were drawn to their last encounter with him at this size. She had placed him in her soccer cleats for an entire game.

“You just look so… I don’t know… good there. A little bug glued to my massive foot.”

“Chloe, please,” The little boy was getting desperate now, though he couldn’t help but feel a little excited at the concept. Snuggling against her cute foot, licking the sweat from it, being smothered by it, crushed by it… the idea was almost enthralling.

“Nope, my mind is made up. You’re going to be my slave for the day.” That devilish grin had returned to her pristine face. Without allowing any time for her captive to answer, she pushed herself up, carefully placing the sole of her foot onto the ground. “Mow, where are my shoes?”

“Chloe!” Tyler called one last time before the giant started her walk to the door.

She reached her shoes in only a few torturous steps. They were a pair of old running shoes; mud caked on the bottom, grime covering the tops. The stench was apparent even from a distance. But, even though they were some of the most disgusting things ever created, Chloe loved them. She knew by the end of today Tyler would love them too.

“Hey bug,” She said down to her captive. “I think I’m going to go for a walk. Sound fun?” She could hear a faint reply coming from her foot, but it was too muffled to be recognizable. “I’ll take that as a ‘yes goddess’.” She lifted her foot, sliding her toes into the horrid shoes.

“Chloe!” Tyler called one last time before his master shoved her entire foot in. Darkness surrounded him as he was pressed down into the disgusting, wet sole of her shoe. Immediately the smell hit him.

The giant wiggled her foot around a bit, enjoying the feel of the small lump on the underside of her sole. “I’ve forgotten how nice you feel down there Tyler,” Chloe said sweetly. “Who knows, maybe I’ll just keep you as my personal insole forever.” With a final evil laugh, she stepped out of the door to begin her walk. This would be fun.

For anyone who happened to pass by Chloe on her walk that day, the girl would have seemed like a completely normal, non psychotic, teenage girl out for a normal, non tortuous, walk. But the reality was far darker, and far more interesting.

            The giant made her rounds around the neighborhood, her tiny little slave struggled to hold onto consciousness. Her old, worn out shoes provided a littler bit of cushioning against her weight, but it did not help the smell, or the lack of air. For Tyler, each breath felt like he was breathing in pure, nasty, concentrated sweat.

            Yet, despite the crushing pressure, the grotesque smell, the humiliation or even the rancid air, Tyler found himself enjoying the experience. After each step, in that brief period of time when he was sent sailing through the air, a smile was on his tiny little face.

            As the tiny droplets of sweat congealed into larger and larger blobs, eventually running down onto his immobile face, Tyler’s thoughts were drifting to the dirtiest section of his mind. The idea of being trapped by his best friend, walked on like a bug, treated so roughly, though horrible, was one of the most erotic things he could wish for. After only a few minutes of his master’s walk, the tiny boy could already feel himself getting hard.

            Chloe was thoroughly enjoying her time out in the sun. The clean, fresh air, the scent of flowers floating into her nose from some not too far off garden, the heat of the almost summer sun. Now she understood why Tyler loved going outdoors so much! Still, she knew she couldn’t take this much nature for long. All this purity has a way of getting to your head!

            The walk grew longer and longer, the air inside the giant’s shoe grew stale, her sweat became almost unbearable, and the impacts of her footfalls became almost too much. How much longer was she planning to trample him? “Chloe!” the shrunken insole tried to shout, but only received a mouthful of wet sock.

            Though the image of Tyler under her foot had been firmly imbedded in her mind throughout the adventure, it was only in the final few paces as she came to the door did her little toy’s safety actually cross Chloe’s mind. She turned the doorknob, walking into the blissfully cool, air-conditioned house, hoping that her friend hadn’t endured too much from her outing.

            She quickly untied her shoe, carefully pulling her foot from it. She looked inside the damp prison, cringing at the smell. “Man, I really should clean these things,” she said absentmindedly as she continued to scan the sole. It was only after a few moments that she realized where the tiny boy had gone.

            The giant sat on the ground, crossing her legs, bringing her foot up so that she could see the bottom of it. Sure enough, Tyler was there, still stuck against the soft fabric of her sock. She grabbed his small, feeble looking body, ripping him away from the damp fabric.

            “So, how was the walk for you?” Chloe asked her tiny insole.

            “Ugh…” was Tyler’s only reply. He now lay, face down, on the palm of her hand, exhausted.

            “What, was it the smell?” the girl asked, a note of concern, small as it might be, coming into her voice.

            “Yeah,” Tyler replied lazily, not yet lifting his head.

            “Oh stop pouting! It wasn’t that bad!”

            Now Tyler shifted so that he could look at her. “Do you ever clean your feet? I mean, EVER!”

            The girl shrugged, looking embarrassed. “Sometimes.”

            “Well not enough!” Tyler called, shaking his head, laughing to himself. Despite all that had happened between him and the giant, he harbored no ill will towards her. He couldn’t help but accept that fact that the walk had been pretty exciting on his part as well.

            “Do you ever stop complaining?” the girl asked back. “Come on, you loved being under my smelly, stinking feet.”

            Now it was Tyler’s turn to be embarrassed. Just like the girl, he gave a shrug, his cheeks starting to redden. True to her kind, caring nature, Chloe laughed.

“So, I guess you want me to grow you back to normal now, don’t you?” Chloe asked the little boy in her hand.

            “I would love that,” was Tyler’s relived response.

            “You would love that,” the giant said, nodding, that evil smile coming onto her face once again. “More than you would love to massage my feet for a while?”

            “Yes, grow me back,” Tyler immediately answered. He loved being shrunken, but he also knew it could very well mean the end of him. How he had managed to survive so long was a miracle in itself!

            “I don’t think you mean that.” Chloe walked to the couch, sitting down with a plumph. “I think you want to rub ‘em.”

            “I’m not rubbing your feet!” Tyler shouted. Chloe, seeming to have ignored his last plea, casually removed her socks allowing the tiny boy in her hand a view at her luscious, sweaty feet.

            She delicately placed him on the carpet between them. “So,” she called down. “Are you going to rub, or am I going to have to put you in my shoe again?” The boy glanced to his left, then his right. Anything would be better than being trapped in that prison again.

            He walked up to her right foot, pressing his body into her dirty, grimy sole. “That’s it!” Chloe said happily, leaning back against the couch, flipping on the T.V. “I’m so glad I got you trained.” Tyler ignored the last comment, quickly scrubbing away at the dirt that was adhered to her sole, but not without a role of his eyes.  

            Soon into the foot rub, which both parties were enjoying, Chloe’s phone rang. She hastily silenced the T.V. and answered. “Oh, what’s up? No, nothing much. No, nothing interesting.” Tyler decided to take a quick brake to listen in. Who knows, it might be Katie on the other line. “Already!” Chloe exclaimed, leaning forward. “But were having so much fun!” The giant glanced down at her foot-slave with disappointment. “Would ya hang on for a second? Thanks.” She held the phone to her breast covering the speaker, then turned back to her disobedient pet. “Why aren’t you rubbing?”

            “Is that Katie?” Tyler quickly asked, his heart flittering at the thought.

            “That’s none of your business, slave! Now hurry up and get rubbing.” She brought the phone back to here ear. “Yeah, so, what’s knew?”

            Tyler, the little rebel that he was, decided not to continue. He was covered, from top to bottom, in a mix the giant’s sweat and toe jam, the smell infusing itself into his being. His hair was matted the grime, and his clothes had stains that would never wash out. He remembered what it had been like the last time he had shrunk. He had to throw his clothes away, and it took hours to wash the stench out! Not to mention the bruises that would undoubtedly show in the morning.

            But Chloe was not one to let her slaves slack off. She was going to get her foot rubbed one way or another. Without glancing down, she moved her massive sole over Tyler. Before the tiny bug had a chance to react, she brought it down, sandwiching him between the floor and her foot.

            Slowly, but forcefully, she ground her sole into the floor, as well as the tiny boy trapped between. The giant could feel Tyler’s small form squirming under her, fighting frantically to free himself. She simply laughed. If her pet didn’t want to obey, he would pay the consequences.

            Once again Tyler was trapped under the disgusting, slimy, grime filled sole of his friend. He tried to push away, but her weight was simply too much. He tried to scream, but her thick skin blocked his mouth. Why does she have to have such disgusting feet!? he shouted.

            Chloe continued to slide her foot over her little toy, enjoying the feeling of his tiny form under her. She rolled him around a bit, pressed down on his face, forced him between her smelly toes, almost smothered him with the balls of her feet. But, like all good things in the world, it had to come to an end. “Oh, you’re here, alright, I’ll get the door.” She stood up, placing almost her full weight on her tiny friend. Then, mercifully, she lifted her foot off of the tiny Tyler. “Well little boy, looks like I have some good news for you.”

            “What?” Tyler asked after hacking out a considerable glob of her sweat.

            “Guess who’s back from her trip?” Chloe asked gleefully. At least this would put a smile on her little friend’s face.

            “Who?” Tyler asked. Then, after a moment, “Katie!”

            Chloe nodded, and then went to the end of the living room. “I was going to un-shrink you, but I think I’ll just leave you as is. You and Katie can have some fun, right?”

            “Wait, Chloe!” Tyler called, but the giant had already disappeared around the corner, laughing evilly. “Great,” he said in annoyance as he dropped to the ground.

            He looked up a few moments later, feeling tremors in the ground that could be the result of only one thing. Suddenly a form turned the corner, her dark hair flowing past her shoulders, her face more beautiful than an angel’s, her feet huge and deadly.

Katie arched her back, cracking it with an immense satisfaction. “Ah, there we go,” the girl said as she returned to a more natural position. “Home sweet home.” She started waling towards Tyler.

            Her attire was nothing special. She had on short-shorts that, when seen from the back, almost exposed her perfectly rounded butt, a tight fitting soccer jersey, as well as he soccer cleats, muddied and grass stained. If Tyler had tried to put everything together, or if he wasn’t about to be squished, he would have remembered that she had gone away for a big soccer competition. Obviously she had played hard.

            He cleat slammed to the ground only a few feet away from Tyler, making him jump into the air. “Katie!” the tiny boy shouted, waving his arms in desperation. “I’m down here!” But his giant friend couldn’t hear his tiny, bug like plea for help. She lifted her foot, bringing it over the small boy, encapsulating him in its shadow. Tyler’s face went white as he starred at her sole, covered in grime and dirt, cracked and dying blades of grass adhered to it. But he did not have long to look, for her shoe came down.

            The slam was monstrous, almost deafening. But Tyler was not about to be crushed so easily, for luck seemed to have at least a little pity. He managed to find his way between the sharp pegs of her shoe. An inch to the left and he would have been crushed.

            The giant continued her walk to the kitchen, leaving her friend behind. Tyler didn’t move for a second, his skin pale, and his eyes wide. She almost killed me! He shouted inside his mind. He sat up, noticing the mud stains around him. “Chloe, you actually didn’t tell her about me,” he said in astonishment. “Chloe, you’re insane!”

            Still, that fact alone didn’t help his chances of survival. He needed to get a hold of Katie, and fast. But the question remained, how? 
            He didn’t have long to ponder this question, for a bigger problem presented itself almost immediately. Katie, in all her feminine goodness, came strolling back into the living, her shoes and socks no longer on her smelly feet.

            “Katie!” Tyler called, jumping up and down on the carpet, trying anything to get his giant friend’s attention. Sadly, and expectedly, it didn’t work. She walked right past him, her footsteps thundering, and plopped down lazily onto the couch, a small tub of ice cream in her hand.

            “Ah,” she said warmly as she sunk deep into the puffy couch. “Home sweet home.”

            Tyler groaned. How had his life sunken so low? When did shrinking become such a big part of his being? Especially when all he wanted to do was grow back to normal! Well, this time at least.

            He already knew what he was going to do. The only part of Katie that was even remotely within his reach was her massive, sweaty, stinking feet. How predictable, he thought to himself as he started he trek over to them. Thank god I have cute friends, or else this would suck.

It was hard to believe, but somehow Katie’s feet were worse than her friends. Where Chloe’s feet had a scent that would kill anything that came to close, Katie’s feet were more likely to cause an entire city to be put under quarantine. Honestly, did either of these girls ever bathe?

            Tyler was able to experience this all first hand. He became fully aware of the smell when it still seemed like he was a room away. It only became worse as he drew closer. The air seemed to grow thicker, his eyes started tearing up, but he would not be forced from his path. He needed Katie to notice him, and her feet were his only hope.

            He was covering his mouth and nose when he finally reached them, doing anything to prevent his stomach from empting itself. The stench seemed to have gained intelligence, wafting up his nose, filling his senses with the horrid stench. But there was nothing to be done about it. He needed Katie to find him. With only the slightest hesitation, he reached out and touched the giant’s foot.

            Somehow, despite the grime, muck, and dried sweat, it was soft. That was something he always loved about Katie. No matter how smelly and disgusting they were, her feet felt almost like silk. He threw his entire body against her toes, squeezing between her largest two, wiggling around as much as he could. I hope she finds me soon, he thought, her toe grime starting to cover him.

            Katie looked down, a spoonful of ice cream in her mouth. “What the?” She said as she peered down at her toes. She noticed the tiny little dark spot in between them, then realized in horror that it was moving. “Ew!” she shouted as she kicked her foot, sending the tiny bug flying away. “Disgusting things,” she said as she went back to her ice cream.

            “Mph…” Tyler groaned into the carpet. He had survived the kick, though the landing wasn’t fun. Already he could feel his sides aching. Nothing was broken, thankfully, yet he knew he would have a nice bruise tomorrow. “Chloe,” he muttered angrily as he pushed himself up. “I hope one day I find you shrunk!”

            The pleasant, though slightly malicious, thought of having his best friend as his two-inch slave filled his mind as he walked back to Katie’s relaxed, beautiful form. He would make her rub his feet! Jam her between his toes, shove her in his shoe! But he was the small one, not her.

            Tentatively he placed a hand onto Katie’s foot. The smell hadn’t lessened in the least, and he once again had his shirt covering his mouth and nose. Please don’t kick me, he thought as he pressed his body against her big toe, sweat dripping onto his face.

            “What the hell!” Katie screamed again, dropping the spoon into her ice cream. She looked over the edge of the couch, noticing the same small, pathetic, perverted bug at her feet. “What is wrong with you bug?” She called down as she quickly moved her foot away. Tyler fell onto his face as a result. “Well if you like my feet so much, maybe I should squash you with them! How does that sound?” She lifted her massive, disgusting sole above Tyler’s head.

            Though death was literally hanging over him, all Tyler could think about was how, even when issuing threats, Katie voice sounded some calm and comforting. It almost made him believe that everything was going to turn out all right. Then she brought her foot down, her huge sole pressing him into the carpet.

            She twisted her foot, pressing down on the annoying black bug. Stupid little thing that it was. Why was it so enthralled with her feet anyway? After a few more moments of intense grinding, she lifted her foot. Immediately she noticed that the bug was no longer of the ground. “Aw bug, even when your dead you can’t get enough of my sweaty feet.” She lifted her leg, twisting so that she could see her sole. There, sure as day, was the little black bug.

            “Wait,” she said after a moment. This bug didn’t look right. It had too few legs, its body wasn’t all that disgusting. Then realization hit her. Delicately she peeled the thing off of her sole. “Tyler?” she asked the almost flattened boy in her hand.

            “Yep,” the boy responded, not even summoning the strength to look up.

“Oh my god, Tyler!” Katie said, her eyes widening. “I’m so sorry, I didn’t… I mean…”

            “It fine,” the boy answered as he sat up in her hand. Her skin was so warm; he almost wanted to fall asleep. Who knows, maybe he was asleep now. That would at least make sense! “Really, I’m not hurt.”

            “But, I stepped on you.” The worry was apparent in her words. Tyler smiled warmly, trying to comfort his friend. It was nice knowing that she actually cared about his well being so much.

            “Don’t give any more thought to it. I’m fine.”

            “Well, if you’re all right, then I guess its Okay.” She looked up and down his small, filthy body, giving a warm, sympathetic laugh. “What happened anyway?”

            Tyler shrugged. “It’s a long story. Basically, Chloe shrunk me.”

            “Oh, that explains a lot actually.” She couldn’t help remembering that sadistic grin the girl had when she had first arrived. “No offence, but you don’t look that great.”

            Again Tyler shrugged. “Blame Chloe for that. I swear I was well washed before she came.”

            Again Katie nodded, now picturing what her little friend must have gone through. There had been a few times when Katie had come close to Chloe’s feet, and she knew the foul odder that surround the things. She couldn’t imagine how Tyler could have endured it so well.

            But, as she looked at the little guy in her hands, she felt more than just sympathy. He was so small, so tender and delicate. So sweet and kind. How could she ever make up for what happened to him?

            “I can’t say you smell much better,” Tyler said up to her jokingly.

            Katie’s cheeks became rosy. “Yeah, I didn’t have a chance to shower since my last game.” Then an idea passed into that cute head of hers. “Why don’t we take a shower together?”

            “Shower together?” Tyler asked. “Um, could you grow me back first?”

            “Grow you?” Katie asked in confusion, then she realized how silly her idea was. Again her cheeks reddened with embarrassment. “Oh, yeah,” she answered as she reached for the minimizer, slightly disappointed. She flicked the switch to turn it on. She had mixed emotions when the error message popped up. “Oh, looks like something is wrong with it.”

            “What do you mean?” the boy asked, worry creeping up inside him. He trusted Katie, but the idea of being shrunk at this size for even longer was disturbing.

            “I guess Chloe broke it,” the girl answered, trying to hide her smile as she placed the machine back on the table. “It’ll take a while to fix.” Tyler gulped. “But don’t worry, I’ll watch over you,” she quickly added.

            “Thanks,” Tyler responded. “At least I can count on you.”

            Katie gave a warm, comforting, maybe even loving, smile. She stood up slowly as not to shake her little friend too much. “Of course Tyler. Now how about that shower?”  

            Katie delicately lowered her smelly friend down to the tile flour of the shower, returning to her full height after. “Hope you don’t mind undressing in front of me,” the giant said down.

            “Oh, after last time? I think I’ll be fine.” Tyler quickly removed his shirt and pants. Still, he hesitated a moment before removing his boxers.

            Katie did the same, stripping until she was only in her underwear. Tyler couldn’t help but stair up at the beautiful sight. His best friend, his crush, standing before him, her body monolithic and flawless. Then he became painfully aware of his erection.

            From her height, Katie couldn’t tell. “Come on, take them off tiny,” she mockingly called down. “Or do I have to step on you again?”

            Tyler didn’t need any more motivation. He quickly ripped off his trunks, throwing his arms wide so that she could see his body fully. “You happy now?”

            “I guess,” She jokingly answered. “I remember it being bigger.”

            “Hey!”

            “Kidding! Jesse Tyler, take a joke.” She reached behind her back, unfastening her bra, then throwing it aside. Before the boy had a chance to marvel at the sight, the removed her panties as well.

            “How do you like the scenery down there?” Tyler was too stunned to speak.

The water flowed out of the faucet onto the beautiful goddess that was Katie. It cascaded down her perfect form, past her breasts, down her flat stomach, across her belly button, then down between her legs. Tyler couldn’t take his eyes away from the marvel, though he still maintained enough sense to at least pretend to be washing.

            He couldn’t believe the sight. To think that only a few moments ago he had been trapped inside Chloe’s disgusting shoe. Now he was showering, naked, with the girl of his dreams. Seemed like a fair trade off.

            “How are you doing down there?” the giant asked, her body glistening.

            “Great,” Tyler answered, being sure not to sound to excited, though his erection might have given it away.

            “Well that’s good. I was afraid the water might push you around to much.” Tyler looked down. The current came about up to his knees, and though rough at times, was perfectly manageable. “Could I ask you a favor?”

            “Sure, anything,” The boy answered.

            “Well, I know it’s probably the last thing you want to do, but would you mind washing my feet?”

            “Your feet?” Tyler repeated, looking down at the objects in question. When they weren’t covered in sweat and grime, they looked adorable. “I guess. Just don’t move around to much.”

            “I promise nothing!” She laughed down at her little friend. “Guess your just going to have to take that chance.”

            Tyler stood silent for a moment, looking up at his crush with an expression that purely read, “really?” Katie nodded in response. “But,” the giant added, simply to add more insult. “I have to get you all soapy first.” She reached down, placing her friend in her palm. With her free hand, she grabbed the bottle of soup, uncapped it, and aimed the end at Tyler.

            “Don’t use to much, Okay?” Tyler asked, defeated.

            “Sure,” Katie said as she squeezed. By the time she let go, her hand was filled with goo. Tyler, now covered in it, looked back at her, shaking his head and laughing.

            “Should have seen that coming,” he said as he was lowered back down to her foot. He wasted little time, walking the rest of the way to her luscious feet. He looked up one last time at his giantess, shrugged, then pressed his lubricated body against her soft skin.

            The remainder of the shower was one of the most passionate, pleasure filled times of Tyler’s young life. Pressed up against his crush’s warm body, her soft skin caressing his. Skidding between her toes, even under her warm sole for a point. And when he was finished with her feet she picked him up, pressing him against the rest of her body, claiming that he made too good of a wash cloth to pass up. He was forced to agree.

            Katie laid flat on her bed, her naked form spread out over the satin sheets. The window was open to the cool night air, the sound of insects humming away peacefully. Steam practically radiated from their warm bodies. Katie’s huge and powerful, yet gentle and kind. Tyler’s small and fragile, and surprisingly understanding.

            “This was a fun day,” Katie sighed, her eyes locked on the tiny boy on her breast.

            Tyler slumped on top of one of her perky nipples, nodded in agreement. A shower with his crush and now relaxing on her breasts… if this happened every time he shrunk, he might be willing to do it more often.

            “Sorry that Chloe had to be kind of mean to you before.”

            “Its fine. You more than made up for it.” His hand absentmindedly stroked her soft skin.

            “I had hoped so. You know Tyler, I was thinking.”

            “About?” the boy asked.

            “About you. And me.”

            “What about us?”

            “Well, I think I’ve decided something.” She looked deep into his tiny eyes. “I think I’m going to keep you like this for a little while.”

            “How long?” Tyler asked, though not out of concern. Her breasts were to perfect for him to worry about anything.

            “I guess we’ll find out, won’t we tiny?” She said with a warm, loving smile. Her head gently fell back to the pillow below. Tyler shrugged, then laid his own head on his giant’s nipple. As perfect a pillow as any.