Current height: 3'11"

Her words were twisted with passion and expectation. Kyle wasn't going to disappoint this woman. After all, she was his wife, and an amazing one at that. He followed her lead into the bedroom where she lit some candles next to the bed. While she was bent over with the the lighter in hand, Kyle took the opportunity to slide her panties off, revealing her chest-high, luscious and toned bosom. He pecked each cheek and slapped her ass before forcefully pushing her towards the bed.

Emma pretended his feeble attempt was strong enough to force her onto the bed. With her back on the ruffled sheets and legs raised, Kyle wasted no time in pleasuring his goddess. His tongue weaved in and out of her lady parts, stimulating her giant cliterous. Her legs were draped over his shoulders with her heels pressed firmly into his lower back, pushing him closer. Every pass of his tongue produced shivers and tingling, forcing her legs a little tighter together, trapping her servant in place. There was never an intention of stopping his work and it didn't take long to bring her to climax. Kyle knew he had achieved success when her hand palmed the back of his head and shoved it further into her wet vertical lips as her legs grappled his head in a death grip. Her grip remained firm for several moments as she convulsed in pleasure. Kyle continued his work, making his wife cum 3 times before he stopped.

"Mmm. That shrinking tongue of yours was better than ever. Now come lay with me."

Emma gripped onto Kyle's forearms and drug him up the length of her body until his face was sandwiched between her pillow sized boobs. She pecked the top of his head and began tracing over his back with her well manicured nails. The sensation sent relaxing chills and a tingling through his body. Soon his eyes were closed and senses dulled as his mind drifted asleep.

---

Kyle had never been a heavy sleeper so it wasn't a surprise when the sound of a scavenger outside woke him up. He glanced over at the clock which read 3:30 A.M in red. He was no longer on top of his wife as he had started the night. Instead, her back was turned and her body was partially curled into fetal position. Compared to the last time he was awake, his wife looked even larger than before. Kyle didn't need to check the wall to realize the inevitable had happened again. At this point, shrinking actually seemed normal.

Rather than panic about a situation he couldn't control, Kyle decided to admire his wife's beauty. She was snuggled under a blanket, showing only the silhouette of her curvy body underneath. Before his imagination could pull back the covers and undress his beloved wife, the sound of a door shutting echoed subtly through the hall. Kyle rubbed his eyes, wondering if he had imagined the sound, but his curiosity forced him out of bed. He popped his head into the hallway, scoping for anybody or anything unusual. Nothing. As he tip-toed through the hall, his heart began to race. What if it was a burglar?

When he arrived at the door, he saw a pair of vans on the floor. If he had to guess by their unusually large size, he would say they were Janica's. But he couldn't remember if she had left a pair of shoes there. Peering to the left, he could see a sliver of light bleeding into the hallway...from his office. He took a look at the shoes and then back at the office; a strange feeling of arousal stirred in his drawers.

Apprehensively, Kyle poked at the door, allowing more than a sliver of light to fill the hall. He never directly entered the room and instead waited for a response from Janica. Nothing, not even a sound. Confused and unsure what to do, he peeked around the corner to find an empty room. He squinted, baffled with the absence of Janica and even disappointed to an extent. Despite no one being inside, the computer light shined against his leather office chair. Figuring he should turn it off, he rounded the he corner of his desk and reached for the mouse. It was the first time he realized just how much he had shrunk. The desk was now equally as tall if not just a tad taller than he was. Before shutting it down, several programs were open and running on the monitor.

To his shock, Janina's email was on the screen and the first message at the top of the inbox was addressed to his former maid. He double-clicked the link, opening their conversation thread. The last message sent by Janice read:

"I know I said we'd never need to speak again, but please send me more of whatever you gave Kyle. I will pay DOUBLE. Please!"

Kyle's heart about stopped as he began to put the pieces together of the events from the past week. His blood boiled, and hands began to shake while his teeth firmly clenched together. That bitch was the reason he was shrinking, he thought, picturing Janica's face. His moment of hatred was suddenly interrupted as the sound of footsteps approached from the hall. If it was Janica, he couldn't afford to let her know that he was aware of her emails.

Quickly yet quietly, Kyle ran to a nearby corner where there was a small closet filled with his suits and travel gear for business. He shut the door behind him, hoping the audible click wasn't loud enough for Janice to hear. He peered through the tiny shutters in the door, watching his nemesis. Janica entered with a glass of water in hand as she resumed her work on the computer.

Her fingers clicked away, trading between the mouse and keyboard frequently. Why the hell did she need to do this here? Doesn't she have a damn computer, he wondered. He watched angrily as she continued to click through screens, her eyes fixed on the digit tasks. Janica was gulping her water down in between; hopefully she needed to get up again so he could get the fuck out.

Just as she took her last sip, her head tilted forward to get a closer look at the screen. Kyle squinted, trying to see the screen, when he realized she was digging through the files of his computer and had found some embarrassing photos he had stashed. He had saved several photos of feet from the internet that he found to be ideal and frankly, very much like Janica's. She smiled at the monitor before looking down to inspect her own feet. After a brief moment she stood and grabbed the empty glass before walking back out into the hall.

Not risking a missed opportunity, Kyle popped out and darted into the hall behind her. He trailed far enough back where he couldn't be seen until she entered the kitchen. His moment to escape was now! He dashed to his bedroom when he realized a grave mistake: he had left the closet door in the office open. She would notice something different if she went back. Kyle was frozen in the hall, trapped in a debate with himself whether to go back or not. When he finally made a decision, he turned back around to find Janica returning from the kitchen. With no time to hide, Kyle pretended to be groggy and having just woke up.

"Oh hi Kyle! Did I wake you?" She asked innocently.

"No," he replied in a dazed manner. "But what are you doing here? I thought you went home."

"Oh I did! But I locked myself out. Emma has a key so I came back to get it and figured I'd just stay the night in your guest bed."

"Hmm. Alright well I just came to grab water. I'm gonna get back to bed." Kyle replied.

"Sure. By the way, you are even cuter. Did you shrink again?"

"That seems to be the trend lately. So probably."

"Well let me grab your water for you. The glasses and water dispenser may be a little high for you now."

Kyle hadn't really thought about it, but she had a excellent point. He followed her to the kitchen, watching as she grabbed a glass from the cupboard. She turned and walked to the fridge where she slowly filled the empty glass. Her simple movements were like grand gestures to him in his shrunken state. A piece of paper suddenly fell to the floor near Janica's feet.

"Hey can you get that for me?" She asked.

Without responding, Kyle squatted and reached out to snag the paper. Just as his hand made contact, Janica's feet shifted and pinned his hand against the floor. Kyle winced as her sole settled onto his delicate fingers while her toes molded around his much smaller hand. Her actions were very intentional as displayed by her ominously black toenails which wiggled in delight.

"Do you think my feet are pretty or do you just like them because of how big they are?"

Her question and actions caught Kyle off guard. His mind raced with various thoughts, accompanied by a mix of emotions: fear, anger, and arousal. Kyle had never discussed his fetish in depth with anyone, but she definitely was on the right track with size.

"Both." That was all he could manage to say.

"You know, ever since that night, I've been dying to feel you under my feet again. I think your fetish is mutually beneficial." At the end of her sentence, her toes tightly gripped around his hand and gently pulled back, flattening Kyle to the floor. She continued to tease Kyle, "Look how much smaller you are this time. I hope you enjoy this as much as I will."

Current Height: 2'9"

Secretly Kyle did enjoy it. Her feet. Her dominance. Her confidence. This moment was practically a gift; a gift that also came with a guilty conscious. Kyle didn't want to bear that burden again, but it didn't appear that he had a choice. He lifted his chin to see Janica's toes seductively slide away and back onto the tile. Kyle took his moment of freedom to roll onto his back and face the towering woman. She smiled down at him with a glass of water in hand, waving it from side to side.

"What do you say, little Kyle? Can you satisfy my craving?"

Kyle was a bit overwhelmed, but found it appropriate to object at this point. "Actually I don't think..."

Janica interrupted his objection by plugging his mouth with her biggest toe. Kyle's lips wrapped around the sizable digit while the salty pad slid across his tongue and further down his throat. Kyle used what strength he had to grip her instep and even kneaded the doughy flesh with his thumbs. The taste of her skin invigorated him and fueled his arousal, seducing him in her poisoness trance. But he couldn't. Betraying Emma wasn't worth it. He gripped Janica's foot tighter and attempted to push it away.

"Mmm I thought for a second there, you were gonna make this easy." She smiled down at the helpless man as she applied more and more force to her elevated foot.

Kyle struggled to breath as Janica forced her lengthy toe further down his mouth. It didn't take long before Kyle was gagging and coughing, trying to catch some air. Janica showed no mercy, watching as the miniature man choked on her toe. Merely the thought of it made her giggle. Unfortunately, her game was going to kill her toy if she kept it up.

"Let's make a deal," she offered. "Let's play a game and if you win, I'll let you go back to bed. But if I win, you do what I ask for 30 minutes. Deal?"

Kyle couldn't speak or nod his head with the giant toe in his mouth, but gave an audible yet incomprehensible reply which sounded like a loud moan.

"Oh I'm sorry, I couldn't understand you. How about you kiss the bottom of my foot if you agree? They say actions speak louder than words anyway." Janica said, laughing at her own joke.

It wasn't much of a joke to Kyle as the gargantuan foot repositioned itself over his much smaller face. He couldn't see anything but a sea of flesh and her milky white arch now conveniently within an arms reach. Resisting was futile, so predictably Kyle reached out and gently grabbed the sides of her massive ped, guiding it closer to his lips. Just before he could make contact, Janica stepped down lightly, smothering him underneath.

Janica's foot was twice the width of his head, so Kyle found himself struggling to breathe under her endless sole. He pecked sporadically, placing his lips anywhere he could, hoping to please the amazon before he suffocated. His efforts only managed to amuse the towering women, causing her to giggle as she continued to smother him underfoot. After a few short moments, she took a step back, allowing Kyle to breathe again.

"Now that you've agreed, here are the rules. I'm going to count to 30, and you can hide anywhere except your room or bathroom. I wouldn't want to wake Emma. If I can't find you after 5 minutes, you can go to sleep. Sound good?"

Kyle nodded.

"Good." She said closing her eyes. "30, 29, 28..."

It took his brain a moment to snap awake, but his body immediately took off in a hurry once it did. He bolted down the hall, but stopped part way down to think of a good hiding spot. He figured all his closets would be to obvious and that eventually she would find him. He needed to be more creative. It would be better to hide in plain sight he concluded, limiting the flood of ideas running through his brain. He popped into the guest bedroom and then leapt onto the bed. At the head of the bed, a mountain of pillows was stacked neatly in place. Carefully, Kyle maneuvered himself behind the various pillows until he was completely hidden. He was even able to get a view between the cracks of the pillows to see what was happening.

"Zero! Ready or not, here I come."

Chills shot down his spine as he listened to the growing sound of her footsteps. Doors opened and closed, things were ruffled and tossed, room by room until finally the door shot open to the guest room. Janica stood in the entrance, eyeing the scene around her. As with all the other rooms, she checked the closet and began rummaging around, hoping to find her prized pet. The pounding of Kyle's heart filled his ears as he watched in angst. She eventually quit and jumped on the bed, causing Kyle to bounce a bit from the impact. Fortunately she never noticed his presence.

Kyle had one hand over his own mouth, hoping to silence his breathing. His plan was working until a familiar and unforgiving sensation began to build in his nose. He had to sneeze! It was just like all those stupid horror movies he watched. He pinched his nose tightly, hoping to squash the temptation to sneeze, but it did little to deter the natural reaction. Janica was checking under the bed when he finally let a muffled sneeze out. He closed his eyes in horror, listening for her reaction, but nothing but silence filled the room. Kyle prayed she hadn't heard him when he felt her weight back on the bed.

"Well Kyle it looks like you win if I can't find you in 30 more seconds. It's such a bummer, because I really wanted you to be my servant."

Kyle continued his silence, waiting for time to be run out.

"Are you sure you don't just want to give up so you can touch my big ol' FEET? 20 more seconds."

It was almost over.

"10... 9... 8..." Janica counted down.

Suddenly the pillows from above caved in and crashed into his body, pinning him against the mattress. The weight continued to build as the pillows pressed more firmly against him, even molding to the form of his body. The sensation was strangely both arousing and uncomfortable. Unfortunately there was enough pressure on his ribcage to force the air from his lungs. Light poured in from above as Janica pulled the pillows from around his head. With only his head free and a small portion of his upper body, Kyle could now see what had happened. Janica was sitting on the pile of pillows, crushing him underneath.

"Well look who we have here? I guess you're my slave for the next 20 minutes." She noted with a wide grin.

Janica shifted off the pillows, allowing him to breathe again. He took a moment to catch his breath before feebly pulling himself to his feet. Kyle stared at the Amazon sitting next to him who was eyeing him like prey. Now that he was standing on the bed, he found himself eye to eye with his guest. She snapped her fingers and pointed to the floor.

"Get off the bed and onto the floor where you belong."

Yes, Kyle had agreed to this, but it didn't make it any less demeaning. Obeying her like a dog, Kyle hopped off the bed and repositioned himself to be standing in front of his wife's best friend.

"Get on all fours." She said while planting an oversized foot onto his shoulder like it was a footrest. His shoulder pressed into her soft and supple arch as she forced him downward with the slightest push of her foot. Slowly he succumbed to her will until his hands and knees braced the cold floor. A weight was lifted from his shoulder before ten pedicured toes appeared in front of his face. They wiggled in delight as though to show off their elegant designs. Kyle could hardly resist his urge to indulge, but knew he would soon have his chance.

"Kiss each of my toes."

He started with the pinky on her right foot, working his way across from left to right. Kyle gently lifted each of Janica's long toes upward and pecked the tip. Once he was finished, he bowed his head to Janica who was hovering over him from the edge of her seat.

"Good. Now beg me to step on you."

Kyle glanced up at her with a puzzled look and hoped she was only kidding. The expression on her face didn't imply that she was. His heart began to race and his hands started to sweat with the realization that there was nothing he could do to escape the situation. What if she injured him? What if she crushed the life out of him? His nervous thoughts ran rampant while he stared blankly at the feet in front of him.

His voice quivered, "Wuh...wuh... will you step on me?"

"That's not begging," she fired back. "And call me goddess."

Kyle gulped, his fear and embarrassment getting the best of him. "Please Goddess, step on me!"

Her big toe slid under his chin before gently raising it so that he could face his "goddess". Kyle had his eyes closed, even cringing a bit for fear of what was coming next. Janica could sense it and a feeling of satisfaction grew within her.

"I'm. Not. Convinced." She said, emphasizing each word in her response. "But... since you asked so nicely, allow me."

She gently shoved her foot forward, forcing Kyle to his back. Janica rose to her full height, dwarfing the already small man beneath her. By merely raising her foot, she could see fear seep into Kyle's eyes as he tracked her movements. Her cravings to feel powerful grew and even aroused her slightly, but just as she was about to step on him, she heard footsteps coming down the hall. Her and Kyle, now both wide-eyed, shot a look to each other before scrambling away from each other.

Kyle hid under the bed, while Janica hopped up onto the mattress, hoping to make it seem like she was just getting ready for bed. A few moments later, several subtle knocks landed on the door before it swung open. Kyle could see his wife's feet in the doorway.

"Janica?" Emma asked curiously. "I thought you left. I heard someone talking and assumed it was Kyle since he wasn't in bed."

"I did leave, but locked myself out and since you have my spare, I just decided to come back here. Sorry for waking you. Is it okay if I just sleep here" I was just getting ready for bed, but my sister called to vent about her night." Janica lied.

Emma didn't seem to be particularly interested nor awake enough to digest Janica's answer. She nonchalantly shrugged her shoulders and replied while yawning, "Sure. Sleep tight."

Kyle's wife turned around and went back down the hall, assumingely headed back to bed. Kyle tiptoed out to follow her when Janica quickly jumped in front of him. The small man was now more impatient and frustrated than before. He wasn't going to jeopardize his marriage for the bullshit.

Angrily he whispered, "Hey, get the fuck out of my way. She knows I'm not in bed. I need to go back so this doesn't look so fucking suspicious."

Janica's eyebrows raised. "That's no way to talk to a goddess, but I guess you'll have to pay your debt another time. Go."

The amazon stepped aside, allowing Kyle to dart down the hall. His wife was grabbing a glass of water from the kitchen. Taking advantage of her moment of absence, Kyle hurried back to their room and buried himself under the covers, hoping she would assume that he had been there the entire time. He waited patiently, calming his racing heart and rapid breathing, until his wife finally returned. As she slid under the covers, Kyle made sure she would brush against him. Suddenly a hand began sifting under the covers, searching for his body.

"Kyle is that you?" She asked, her hand resting on his side.

Kyle pretended to groggily wake up and respond. "Mhm. What are you doing?"

The covers pulled away, exposing him underneath. She aggressively grabbed him and reeled him in close, hugging him like a rediscovered treasure. She didn't even respond and instead contoured her body to his, pecked the top of his head, and returned to sleep. Kyle breathed a sigh of relief, allowing himself to finally get back to sleep.

Kyle woke in trepidation, his breathing heavy and sporadic. His body was sweating profusely and his skin felt cold to the touch. He had just awoken from a nightmare that seemed as surreal as it was believable: being two inches tall and under the control of Janica. 

Glancing at the clock, he could see it was still a couple hours before Emma’s alarm would sound. Despite being 5am, Kyle found himself more awake than ever and he had the epiphany during his nightmare that he needed to confront his prior housekeeper and prevent Janica from taking this any further than it had already gone. He stood to his feet and grabbed some clothes along with his phone, moving quietly to avoid waking his sleepy wife. He moved light on his feet before subtly making his way out of their room and into the hall. 

The sound of silence allowed his thoughts to collect. Taking out his phone, Kyle decided the next course of action would be to contact his maid’s daughter. She was currently attending the local university. Kyle had visited her place once to drop off her mother one night. Maybe she would be able to help, he hoped. Quickly, Kyle called an Uber to his house, noting that he could no longer drive due to his height.

As he waited for his transportation to arrive, Kyle began thinking of ways to explain to Velma’s daughter what was happening. It sounded profoundly absurd and implausible at the least, no matter how true the reality was. He didn’t even have access to the email that would allow him to prove his accusations. 

*Ding

His Uber had arrived. Kyle gathered silently exited the front door and made his way to the car. This was going to be interesting.

—

Knock, knock, knock.

Kyle pounded on the door in quick successions. Several moments passed and there was no answer for him.

Knock, knock, knock.

This time his motions were a bit more firm, creating a louder thump against the door. This time he could see a light turn on from inside as it bled out from under the door and into the hall he was standing in. And yet, the door remained close. He waited for a couple minutes, his patience growing tired and a wave of aggravation taking its place. He took both of his fists and slammed them against the door two more times.

*THUMP THUMP

Suddenly the door cracked open, still bound against the frame with its chain lock. The girl behind looked a bit terrified as she peered out at him.

“Hey, sorry to disturb you Angela,” he apologized. “Do you remember me?”

The door closed again, followed by the sounds of locks becoming unhinged. The door swung open again, only this time fully. Velma’s daughter stood in its wake, gesturing for him to enter.

“Yes. My mother said you may come by.” 

“Is she here?!” He asked excitedly.

“No. She’s left the country. Is there something you need me to tell her?”

He took a moment to collect his thoughts. “This is going to sound crazy but your mother is the reason —“

He lifted his arms and began observing himself to make it apparent what he was referring to even though she had already most likely noticed.

“Yes, yes. She feels terrible about it.”

“Wait, you know about this? She talked to you about fucking shrinking me?”

She giggled for a moment. “Yes, she explained to me that she desperately needed the money she was offered for some of our secret potion that has been passed down from generation to generation. I’ve never actually seen someone shrunk, so this is a first for me.”

“Well glad I could help with that. Is there a way to return back to normal?” 

“There is, and I have it here with me - mother gave it to me before she left. The only problem is you can’t actually take it until you finish shrinking, otherwise you sort of get stuck. And I don’t think you want that.” She said trying to contain her grin.

“When exactly will that be? It’s already been like 4 or 5 nights.”

“Well, it usually takes a week to finish. Now you’re going to shrink significantly more over the next couple days. So you’ll need to give this to someone you trust as they need to be the one to give it to you when that time comes.”

Kyle couldn’t believe what he was hearing. He was still going to suffer for the next couple days until this process finished. His frustration must have been evident. 

“Hey, don’t worry you’ll be back to normal soon enough. Let me grab the cure. 

My mother is truly sorry….” She repeated, her voice trailing off as she walked down the hall. 

Kyle closed his eyes, focusing on his breath so he could reground himself and regain his composure. In clearness, the best outcome had happened: he found his cure. The problem was just waiting it out. 

Soon Angela returned, with a small tube in her hand filled with a clear liquid. “Here you go,” she said as she bent over, offering it to Kyle. He eagerly grabbed it with both hands. 

“Thanks. You’ve been super helpful.” 

“It’s the least I can do for the inconvenience my mother has caused you. Now if you don’t mind, I would like to get back to sleep.” 

“Oh of course. I’ll get out of your hair.”

—

When Kyle arrived home, he gave a long sigh of relief. Things were going to be okay after all. He subtly opened the door, unsure of whether anyone was awake. To his surprise, both Janica and Emma were awake, wondering about in the kitchen chatting away. It didn’t take long for Janica to mention his return; she had an uncanny sense for his presence. Something Kyle didn’t exactly appreciate.

“Hey there, lil’ man! Where have you been?” Janica asked.

“Out.” He replied shortly.

“Oh wow. Someone’s a bit grumpy this morning. Maybe this news will cheer you up: I was contacting a modeling agency this morning that’s been trying to get ahold of me for the last few months, and they want to do a shoot with me tomorrow!”

“Wow, how exciting.” Kyle replied sarcastically.

“I said yes, but I also mentioned you and your…unique circumstance. Since the shoot was focused on height anyways, I figured why not ask. They offered you 50k for the shoot!!!”

Kyle wasn’t sure how to respond. Was this good or humiliating? As much as he didn’t want too, it was also 50k they could use. Especially since he wasn’t at work any longer and there was not much of a guarantee for anything in his future.  The least he could do was ask a few questions.

“What do you mean it’s focused on height? I don’t want this to be some degrading experience poking fun at my stature."

“It’s not. The original plan was for it to be all tall women models that are 6’3’’ and over. Buuuuut, with you there’s an added element to contrast that: a shorter man. Nothing is meant to be degrading. Just provocative.” 

Emma chimed in, “Come on baby, do it. This may be your only chance at modeling. It’ll be fun, you’ll make some money, and this could be an opening for more opportunities. You never know.”

Kyle hated to disappoint his wife, but with the two of them combined, it was hard to say no. “Fine, but I will decide what happens with the money. When is this thing?”

A huge smile shot across Janica’s face. “We meet tonight at the Ritz hotel. They have rooms booked for us and the other models already. We’ll be spending the night to take care of paperwork and so we can mingle with the others. So bring some comfortable clothes and then the shoot will be in the morning.”

Kyle and Janica locked eyes for a moment as though trying to read each other’s minds. 

Kyle's wife opted to chauffeur them to the hotel and then again after the photo shoot. He was relieved he wouldn't be alone with Janica in the car, although that reality would become true once they reached the Ritz. He realized he had never been to such a fancy hotel. The gaudy decor and elegant architecture caught just about anyone's attention that walked by and it definitely had Kyle's.

As they pulled into the driveway, they were greeted by a concierge in a red uniform with white gloves. He quickly approached the back of the car, assuming there would be bags to unload. Kyle had only packed a small backpack which was next to him in the back seat, while Janica had hers up front. It was only one night after all. 

Kyle popped the door open, but figured he should say goodbye to his wife first. Standing in the back seat made him the perfect height for kissing his wife in the driver seat. She giggled as her smaller husband leaned over to say goodbye.

"Alright wish me luck. Hopefully I don't get squashed by these oversized women." He joked. "No offense, Janica."

Emma laughed, poking a little fun at the situation herself, "Be careful, it sounds like even Janica may be the smallest giant there."

"Okay you love birds, it's time to go." Janica blurted impatiently while hopping out of the car. 

Kyle gave his wife one last kissed before heading to the door. He looked back one last time as he popped the door ajar, "See you tomorrow!"

It took a little effort, but Kyle managed to close the door behind him before turning to catch up to Janica. She was already entering the front, making her way to the checkin desk. Kyle ran to catch up, his backpack sloshing side to side on his shrunken body.

"Hi, checking in for the Briston group." Janica said.

"And your name?"

"Janica." She answered.

"Just you or is anyone else coming in?" The woman asked, her eyes glued to the computer as her fingers glided across the keyboard.

Janica looked down at Kyle, who glared upwards, unable to see over the desk. The lady helping finally noticed the gesture, glancing over the desk only to see the tip of Kyle's head. "Oh sorry, I didn't see your child ma'am."

Janica snickered at her comment before replying back, "It's okay. Sometimes I barely notice him."

Kyle rolled his eyes as the concierge handed her a door key. "Use this in the elevator to get you to the top floor. Enjoy your stay and let us know if you need anything at all, Janica!"

Kyle followed Janica to the elevator where they found a vacant one waiting for departure. They both entered, looking at the numbers on the wall. Janica pressed the highest number available '37' before it prompted her for the keycard. She quickly swiped it, allowing the doors to close. As the doors came together, Kyle could see their reflection in the mirror. He was leaning against the back wall with Janica standing just in front of him. His head didn't even reach the top of her inseam. 

"I hope you're excited to meet all of us giants?" She remarked.

Kyle watched as she leaned back, allowing her butt to fall against the rail just above his head, as though to emphasize her superior size. Slowly she slid her foot from her flip flop before bending her knee, exposing her reddened sole to Kyle. Kyle's breath shortened as it slowly made its way toward him, sandwiching him against the wall. Her heel pressed against the top of his sternum while her toes grazed against his hardening member. She even gave a playful squeeze, scrunching her lengthy toes around his manhood. Kyle did little to fight back, managing to utter nothing other than a small moan. His hands seemed glued to the wall; all he could do was watch as the numbers ascended. 

20... 21... 22... 

Her warm sole pressed harder against his body, as her toes continued to taunt his erection. Kyle could feel his body beginning to give into temptations. Why was he letting her do this? Slowly her foot elevated, lifting away from his body.

27... 28... 29...

Suddenly Kyle found himself facing an eager set of toes that quickly settled on his nose, pinching it shut with ease.  As he inhaled the sweet scent of her toes and sole, he found himself grabbing at the sides of her foot - not pushing, but pulling. His moment of weakness was simply Janica's form of torture as she jerked her foot from his grasp. 

37...

The elevator doors opened, allowing its passengers to exit. "We're here!"

Janica hopped out, leaving a dazed Kyle behind. It took a moment for Kyle to snap back to reality. "Kyle, come on! This is us!"

He stumbled from the elevator into the only door in the hall. This must have been a penthouse - one that took up the entire floor. Janica slid her card into the key slot, turning the light green before a small click rang from the door. The door then opened into a small room, that led into an even larger room. At the front was a small pile of shoes, primarily women's wear jumbled together. Janica quickly flung her flip flops from her feet into the pile.

"I'm gonna go find the bathroom." She told him. "I'll be back in one sec."

Kyle could hear voices and laughter in the distance. Everyone must have been hanging out together in the common space, he thought. He took off his own shoes and was about to place them in the pile when he noticed something peculiar. Janica's flip flop had landed next to something rare: an even larger pair of sandals. Unbelievably large. Janica wore a size 13 in men's and this pair made even those seem dainty. In fact, Janica's shoes seemed fairly average in the pile of extraordinarily large shoes.

Kyle gulped. He could only imagine the women he was about to meet. He peered out into the distance, his gaze attracted by the feminine voices while his mind wandered in its imagination. Unexpectedly, Kyle was hoisted from the ground with his legs dangling in the air. Janica had a hand under each of his arms, clutching him tightly as she walked towards the commotion of sound.

"Alright, time to meet everyone!"

As the two entered the room, everyone's eyes darted in their direction. The ladies' smiling faces greeted them as they neared their social circle. Some of the women sat on the ground, others on the couch, while a couple remained standing. One of the ladies standing, a tall blonde woman, introduced herself to the incoming guests.

"Well hello there! You must be Janica! And this must be our special male model, Kyle. It's nice to meet you both," She said warmly while raising her glass as a kind gesture. "I'm Amy."

Janica's eyes lit up, realizing this woman was taller than her by several inches. It wasn't often that she met a woman taller than her, but it seemed like today may be an anomaly. 

"Hi there! You would be correct!" Janica responded. "We are super excited to be here with everyone. So what have we missed? It seems like you all are enjoying the conversation."

"We were having an icebreaker type discussion. What's something you tell very few people?" One of the girls blurted. "Monica was just sharing how she buys gum on the 13th of every month."

All the girls burst out in laughter. 

"Anything you guys would like to share?" The same girl asked, looking to us.

Kyle was frozen, a bit overwhelmed with all the new people and overly personal topic of discussion. Janica set him down so she could grab a drink from the table.

"Well I never wear a bra, underwear or socks on Freedom Friday." Janica answered, also cracking a smile. 

Again, all the ladies burst out laughing. 

"Wow, that's quite scandalous. You thirsty girl?" A different girl yelled.

"Always," Janica said, throwing back her drink. "What about you Kyle?"

Kyle just stood there awkwardly in silence as all the women stared at him. Janica gave him a light tap on his leg with her foot, hoping to break his trance. Unfortunately he couldn't think of something off the top of his head that he wanted to share, so Janica found the need to answer for him.

"Oh he has a foot fetish." She snickered. 

"That's pretty common. My ex-boyfriend had one, but he said my feet were too big. And honestly they're not even that big for my height. I only wear a size 12 in women, and I'm 6-5" One of the women on the floor complained.

Janica looked back at Kyle, an evil grin plastered on her face. "Oh he likes them big - the bigger the better."

"Oh well then he's gonna love his roomie for tonight. She went in her room a little bit ago, but she's got some boats if I've every seen some. A Russian beauty too." A southern girl chimed in.

Kyle was officially embarrassed and wanted nothing other than to crawl into bed. All the girls were laughing, now comparing their feet to one another, seeing who's were larger. Janica went to mingle, proudly placing her long peds next to some of the other girls. While they continued to socialize, Kyle began taking steps backward until he blended into the background and out of sight. He figured he'd check out the penthouse while he had the chance.

Two large paned windows looked out to the city, now gleaming with nightlife. Kyle took a moment to gaze out into the nightly abyss before looking to see what else the place offered. His eyes wandered to a nearby hallway, leading his feet to follow. He turned the corner when something caught his eye on the door: it was his name.

"Anya & Kyle"

The door was already partly open, allowing light to seep into the hall. Kyle peered through the small opening, seeing and hearing nothing. He tapped the door forward, forcing an opening just large enough for him to enter.  His head poked through, scanning for his roommate when he saw her. She was passed out on the bed, still fully clothed other than the shoes she had discarded next to her suitcase. Clearly she was tired from traveling, and Kyle imagined she had just arrived from Russia.

As he tip-toed through the room, hoping not to wake her, he spotted his bed. Unlike the other rooms he had seen with two full beds, this one was simply located at the end of Anya's bed still semi-attached, perpendicular to the foot of Anya's bed. It was also significantly lower than hers, as though purposefully meant to accommodate his size. The bed continued to lure him, forcing him to drop his bag before it. He climbed atop a small step stool before crawling onto his own bed, carefully avoiding peaking his head over hers in case she was awake. It felt good to lay down, he thought, staring at the ceiling. 

Just as his eyes were about to shut, the sound of rustling clothes grabbed his attention. His view of the ceiling was suddenly impeded by the sight of a socked foot, now draped over the side of her bed and over his own. The white sock seemed impeccably clean, he thought as he observed her foot now hovering parallel to his own bed,  but even more surprising were the numbers printed on the bottom of her sole: '54-57 EU'.

Holy shit those were some big feet. Kyle could only imagine the woman attached to those behemoths. He wanted nothing more than to peak over the bed and inspect the woman, but knew that would be nothing short of creepy. Instead he turned to the side, taking his mind away from her socked peds, and closed his eyes before finally drifting asleep.

---

Something landed on top of Kyle's face, waking him from his sleep. As he brushed away the object and the side of his face, his hand ran against a soft cotton material. He sat up slowly, squinting for a moment as his eyes adjusted to the light. On his lap was a familiar sight: a large white sock with the dusty silhouette of a foot. He looked upwards to see Anya's foot now stark naked, poking out from under the covers, with her long toes pointing downward in his direction. Kyle took a moment to soak in the sight of her beloved foot. Her soles looked softer than expected with minimal signs of abuse. Her long bare toes and their milky undersides wiggled in delight as the woman slept - the subtle movements revealed what appeared to be a recent and eye-grabbing pedicure that flaunted neon orange nails. Kyle's member began to harden with each passing moment; his arousal becoming overwhelming, now fueling his desire to touch her exposed sole. 

He sat up, weighing his options. Was it worth it? He would never see a foot this big ever again, no matter what size he was. That fact alone was enough for him to try. The exoticism of her size was irresistible. Standing to his feet, Kyle was able to see that she was fast asleep with her head buried in a pillow with her arm draped over the side of the bed. He was now standing just before the biggest foot he'd ever encountered - her heel was even with his nipples, while the rest of her foot ran the length of his torso all the way down to her toes which rested just above his knee. All he wanted to do was hug it, but knew that it'd be too risky. Instead he kneeled down before the giant p;ed and placed a hand near the ball of her foot. His dainty hand continued to slide down her surprising soft soles until halting against her tender toes. Her lengthy digits were as long if not slightly longer than his hands. Just as he was about to indulge, her foot suddenly shot back under the covers and out of reach.

Frozen and unsure what to do, Kyle remained motionless. Had he just woken Anya? The thought alone mortified him, but his worries were put to rest as her rhythmic and heavy breathing continued on. Kyle let out a silent but deep sigh. He looked up to the covers where the prize had slithered away to and thought for a moment. Again his sexual impulses took over, leading him to take even greater risks. Just another minute he justified to himself.

Kyle poked his head under the cover in pursuit of those desired soles. However, he couldn't see anything; without light, it was pitch black. But that wasn't gonna stop Kyle. He was far too committed at this point. Instead of abandoning the plan, he reached his arms out in a blind attempt to search for them. He knew the general direction of where he needed to go and began subtly crawling towards her. His hand continued to blindly wave in front of him as he moved slowly forward. His sloth like movements made the journey seem like miles, when his hand finally grazed something warm. He ran his hand gently forward until pressing into what he could only assume to be her heavenly sole. Again, he pressed further up her sole, applying enough pressure as to not tickle her, until his hand suddenly slipped into a gap. His outstretched arm forced him off balance, causing him to faceplant into the soft skin below. 

He realized his hand had slipped between her toes when he felt both digits suddenly wiggling around his entrapped hand. As he used his other hand to push himself up, Kyle's right hand was suddenly tightly clenched and uncomfortably dragged forward followed by the sound of a Russian woman.

"What are you doing?"

Kyle's discomfort was suddenly overcome by absolute horror.

Kyle’s body was catapulted forward under the covers, with his wrist tucked tightly between the toes of the Russian goddess. His face and body rubbed against the sheets as he was cast into complete darkness and then suddenly let go. He felt around, unsure of where he was at. His heart felt like it would jump out of his chest at any moment. He could hear the friction of the covers and shuffling of Anya’s body when suddenly his neck was snatched by what he could only assume to be Anya’s hand. His body seemed to teleport from the absolute darkness of Anya’s bed to the newly lit bedroom they shared as he was tossed out from under the covers and discarded to the side of the bed. His eyes struggled to adjust to the light, but when they finally did, he was greeted by the towering Russian who was now standing in front of the fallen man. She looked rather displeased.

“All men are the same.” She began. “You think you can just touch anything you want, any time you want.” 

Kyle scampered to his feet to avoid being cornered against the wall as Anya began closing the distance between them. He held out his arms to plead his case, hoping Anya would hear him out. 

“Anya I am sorry. I shouldn’t have…” 

His words were cut short by the angered woman with an abrupt kick to his lower body. The effortless motion swept Kyle’s legs right out from under him, causing him to slam forcefully into the ground. He didn’t even have time to register what had occurred before Anya’s hand wrapped around his throat and lifted him back to his feet. With his back against the wall and Anya’s fingers clamped firmly around the circumference of his neck, there was no escape. And before he had a chance to de-escalate the situation, Kyle was hoisted from the ground until his head was touching the ceiling. Anya’s arm was now fully extended, which was practically the length of Kyle’s entire body, leaving his feet dangling around her shoulder.

“You should be sorry.” She said coldly, allowing her fingers to tighten.

Kyle’s constricted airway made it difficult to breathe and explaining his behavior was next to impossible in his current situation. He wrapped his hands around her wrist in a feeble attempt to loosen her grip from around his throat. The small insignificant attempt only managed to entertain the Russian, who let out a small grin as she stared into Kyle’s eyes. Then, without warning, the vice like grip evaporated into thin air, putting Kyle into a short freewill before crashing into the floor. The burning sensation left on his neck felt as though she had left an imprint of her hand around it. He caressed his skin in hopes of  erasing the feeling away. 

“Never treat me like eye candy again. And if I had been naked, you would  be dead.” She emphasized as though she was a Russian mob boss is a prior life. “Now get back in your bed.”

Kyle didn’t need to be told twice and immediately jumped to his feet. He did his best to hide his heavy breathing as he walked to the foot of the bed and stepped up to the custom cradle meant for him. Without any other words, Anya slid back under the covers to return to sleep. Her straightened legs left her feet extended past the end of the bed and hovering over Kyle yet again, drawing his eyes to the contours of her feet. He closed his eyes and did his best not to stare any longer in fear of what had just occurred. The two laid in silence, until Anya broke the still air.

“Kyle.” She barked. “Since you woke me up, why don’t you rub my feet until I fall back asleep. And you better not look under the covers again or it will be the last thing you do.”

Kyle’s eyes popped open in surprise. He couldn’t believe what he was hearing. It hadn’t dawned on him yet that she was completely unaware of his foot fetish and that she was more offended that he had tried to see other parts of her body - or so she thought. Not that his actions weren’t prevented, but they were perverted for other reasons. Now she was giving him exactly what he wanted. Kyle felt shame and slightly awkward for having the opportunity to touch her resting feet once more, even though this time it was with permission. His mind debated even doing so, for fear losing control of his temptations once more and facing whatever wraith Anya would unleash.

“Kyle!”

The debate was decided in that moment for Kyle. If he didn’t do what he was asked now, he would face the wraith regardless. He immediately jumped to his feet and stood at the end of the bed in front of Anya’s sleeping form with her feet presented nicely in front of him. Her pedicured toes pointed to the ceiling, while her warm soles emanated a soothing heat and aroma that filled the air around him. She remained on her back, deeply breathing as noted by the covers subtly moving up and down over her chest. Kyle set his hands on one of her enormous feet and pressed deep into her sole just below the ball of her foot near her upper arch. The supple skin molded against his hand, absorbing any of the pressure Kyle applied. 

“Mmm that’s better…” 

Kyle noticed she hadn’t even looked down to watch him start the task. Rather than supervise him, Anya was more concerned trying to fall back asleep, and to Kyle’s benefit, he could touch her feet all he wanted now. Not wanting to waste any time, Kyle began using both hands to kneed the bottom of her foot and press against various pressure points. He even used his elbow to dig into tougher spots like her heel and as best he could, provide an experience similar to that of someone of normal size. To compensate for his smaller stature, Kyle needed to lean most of his bodyweight into all his motions. He would often find his face tantalizingly close to her sole as worked pressure against the various parts of her foot. Despite his diligent efforts, Anya gave little reaction and only occasionally wiggled her toes in response to the personalized foot massage he was providing. Kyle worked tirelessly for 15 minutes massaging both of Anya’s feet and eventually he couldn’t resist his temptations any longer.

He buried his face deep into the undersides of her toes as he continued to knead the pillowy soles below. Her intoxicating scent filled his senses while her soft skin embraced his face, almost hugging it as he pushed his face further into her three middle toes. His manhood stood at full mast unsurprisingly as he enjoyed the largest pair of feet he had ever seen. He placed his left hand against the bottom of her big toe, which was more than a handful for his tiny appendage. Just as his other hand was about to grab hold of her pinky, a weird sensation overtook Kyle once more. Involuntarily his body began to seize and contract, forcing him to step back from his moment of bliss as the sudden seizure took hold of his body. The world around him began to grow and Kyle quickly dwindled in size, shrinking at a pace he had never experienced before. The strangely painful experience abruptly came to a halt, giving Kyle a moment of relief. He looked to the foot he had indulged in only moments ago, and quickly estimated it to be longer than he was tall. 

“Holy shit,” he thought to himself. “When is this going to end?”

He scanned his arms and legs and body once more, noting his mass was significantly less than it had been before. At this point, he couldn’t have weighed more than a few pounds. He was basically the size of toy doll, and would now surely be dependent on the help of others. His thoughts were disrupted by Anya shifting her feet. She was now asleep and snoring in the background. Her toes pointed down towards Kyle’s bed as they had when they had first grabbed his attention, only now, each of those longer toes was about the length of his forearm and hand combined. Kyle needed to remind himself he was almost through it all. Eventually he would stop shrinking and could take whatever antidote Angela had given him, which was safely hidden at home. He didn’t exactly have a whole lot more he could shrink before he’d seemingly disappear into thin air. Not wanting to think about that reality any longer, he decided to lay down and watch Anya’s toes as if he were counting sheep until he fell asleep.

— 

Kyle’s deep sleep was disturbed by his much larger roommate’s alarm going off. The obnoxious ringtone did its job to wake the sleeping giant, causing her to mumble something in Russian before slapping at the phone to silence it. Kyle buried his head in the pillow to quiet the world around him, and for a few extra minutes he slept in peace. Then the alarm went off again, waking him once more until Anya slapped it again. A few more minutes of silence was his to enjoy until her alarm went off once again, causing him to snap.

“Turn your fucking alarm off!” He screamed.

He wasn’t even sure she could hear him, but sure enough, Anya mumbled something else in Russian. Kyle watched as her feet above him shifted until toes were able to grip onto the edge of his cradle. With an effortless extension of her foot, Anya shoved the cradle onto its side, spilling Kyle onto the floor along with all his bedding. He tossed the blanket still on him off to the side and muttered some curse words. There was really nothing he could do and as he stood stark naked on the floor, he realized just how true that really was. He had other priorities than sleep anyways, and the first order of business was to find some new clothes that fit him. Reaching over, he grabbed the blanket he had just discarded and wrapped it around his body like a toga to avoid running around naked. 

He made his way to the door, which was fortunately still cracked, allowing Kyle to pry it open and slide outside the room. It must have been early still, since it sounded like no one else was up and about yet. As he made his way down the hall, he could hear someone shuffling things in the kitchen a little further down - turns out that someone else was an early riser too. Cautiously, he approached the kitchen, peering around every corner before crossing. The last thing he wanted was to get stepped on by someone carelessly making their way through the penthouse. He couldn’t quite see the woman’s face that was on the other side of the counter, but she was tall (obviously) and had dirty blonde hair. She was preoccupied making coffee when Kyle snuck his was into the kitchen undetected. He wanted dearly to ask for help, but felt vulnerable in doing so. He contemplated his options, and realized the only other person he could ask for help was Janica, and she was the last person he wanted to ask for anything.

Facing no other option, Kyle emerged from his hiding spot and shouted at the woman making coffee, “Hello!” 

The woman turned around with a puzzled look on her face to see no one visibly behind her. She leaned over to check the hall and then again at the empty kitchen. 

“Down here!” He called out again, hoping to guide her eyes towards him.

The woman’s eyes tilted down towards the ground, before a grin sprouted across her face. She was laughing at the comical moment and bent down to greet to Kyle. “Hey there! Sorry I didn’t see you. Although I swear you were a lot bigger last night when I saw you.” 

“Yeah… I was,” Kyle confirmed. “ That was one thing I was going to ask you for help with. I sort of shrunk out of my clothes.” 

The woman’s eyes scanned his attire, most likely noting the lack of any real clothes he was wearing and instead seeing the makeshift toga he had put together.

“I see. Well let me think here for a second.” There was a moment of pause before she continued her thought. “The only thing I can think of is to maybe get you some doll clothes. I think I saw a kid’s play room near the hotel lobby. Maybe they would have some dolls in there?” 

As humiliating as it was, he wasn’t going to complain about any clothes he could find. “Yeah that could work. Would you be willing to help me get down there?” 

“Of course. Let me just put my coffee in this cup and we can head down to check.” She said as she poured the dark brown liquid into her coffee mug. “Oh I’m Kendall by the way.”

A wave of relief came over Kyle, and he was thankful that Kendall was so nice. She grabbed the coffee cup in one hand and turned around towards Kyle. She crouched down to bring their faces closer together and held out a hand awkwardly.

“Do I just pick you up or what should I do?” 

“Yeah just grab me and put me wherever it seems easy.” Kyle answered.

Slowly and very carefully, Kendall wrapped here fingers around Kyle’s waist and lifted him all the way up near her chest. She was wearing a furry purple robe, and looked very cozy and comfortable. She giggled as she lifted Kyle. It must have been quite strange to lift a full grown man in one hand like he was a toy. Meanwhile for Kyle, all the movements felt so extreme but within Kendall’s soft hands he felt safe which help ease his anxiety as he hovered in the air above what seemed to be a 30-40 foot drop. With each step, Kyle’s entire body rocked in the direction of Kendall’s momentum; if he had been susceptible to motion sickness, this would have been bad news, but fortunately he wasn’t. She paused at the door, and Kyle realized her predicament: she couldn’t open the door since both hands were consumed.

“Let me just put you here, instead.” She said, lifting her hand towards her chest. Kyle watched as two mounds of flesh approached him until his legs were slid into the cleavage and his body wedged into place.  She squeezed her shoulders together, playfully pinching Kyle between her breasts. “I’m sure you won’t mind this.”

With her newly freed hand, Kendall threw open the door and made her way to the kid’s play room. Kyle could feel his frame compress between her breasts as she shifted her weight with every step. He did his best to ignore his surroundings, knowing all too well his wife would kill Kendall if she saw where he had been placed. As he observed the decor of the hotel’s hallways, he noted his current view was nearly the same as his original height before shrinking. It had been some time since seeing the world from his old vantage point, and gave him a small escape from his doll-sized reality. Kendall hopped in the elevator and pressed “1”. The two descended to the first floor where Kyle and his carrier began making their way to the kid’s room marked by a sign just down the hall.

Luckily it wasn’t prime time for the play room and there weren’t any kids present. Just inside the entrance were several shelves and buckets of toys for kids to play with and Kyle spotted a couple dolls with clothes he could potentially use. Kendall bent over, allowing Kyle to get a closer look as she decided on a doll that suited him. Kyle pointed to one of the dolls, which Kendall kindly retrieved for him to view.

“This one?” She asked, while grabbing a doll with beach-type clothing. The Hawaiian shirt and and swim shorts seemed like the easiest to pull off even if they were not an exact fit. 

Kyle gave her a thumbs up, cueing Kendall to set him down. He quickly ripped off the shirt and shorts from the doll, which was slightly smaller than him. He scanned the room, looking for a place to change and realized the room was completely open with no place to hide. It didn’t take long for Kendall to put two and two together. She pulled up a chair to sit down.

“I take it you don’t want me to see.” She stated.

Kyle smiled and shook his head in agreement. Kendall popped her slippers off and propped each of her feet up on their heels. The two feet slid together, forming a wall of flesh to shield his body from the neck down from her view. Kyle’s was puzzled and looked over the tips of her toes to make eye contact with Kendall. She was giggling at the sight of the small man hidden behind her feet.

“What? I thought you liked feet?” She noted from last night’s conversation.

Embarrassed, Kyle just shook his head and smiled. She did have nice soles from what he could see, but resisted any temptation to touch them. He quickly peeled away the toga and threw on the doll clothes in its place. After a couple short moments, he was dressed and ready to go. He tickled her foot to signal he was done and it almost immediately jumped away from him.

“Hey! I’m super ticklish there.” She exclaimed. “But I do like that outfit on you.”

He had to admit, the clothes fit rather well, and he felt a small sense of normalcy in his new beach attire. Kendall was already putting on her slippers again and getting ready to head back to the room. Without asking, she plucked Kyle from the floor and threw open the door to make her way to the elevator. She passed several people, none of which were taller than her chin. One lady even made eye contact with Kyle and was clearly baffled by what she saw. She didn’t have much time before Kendall briskly passed her by, taking Kyle out of sight before disappearing behind the elevator doors. 

“Well, hopefully this photo shoot is fun. I think they booked out the pool area just for us today.” Kendall noted. “Looks like your outfit is gonna be perfect!”

Meanwhile Kyle was preparing himself mentally to deal with all the women once again, including his tormentor and the Russian giant he had angered only hours ago. Luckily he had made at least one new friend that he could trust. Hopefully Kendall would be around most of the day.