Sophie opened the door carefully, having to balance the four heavy
grocery bags as she used the tips of her fingers to push the key into the
lock, turn it, and nudge the door open. Seeing that the kitchen light was
on she called out. “Ned? Little help?” She shuffled into the kitchen and
made for the little apartment’s nearest countertop, putting down the bags
with a huff. “Ned?”

Shaking her head, Sophie caught her breath. “Just like him…”

She heard a muffled little voice behind her. Turning around, she saw Ned
and screamed, falling backwards against the counter, bracing herself with
her hands.

Though it registered that it was in fact Ned lying naked on the
ground, thick red ribbons wrapped around him as if he was a
present—bows and everything—he looked so odd that she didn’t know
how to react. It was hard to tell from her vantage, but Ned appeared to
only be a foot tall. His presentation was elaborate and it was clear that he
could not have done it himself. His ankles were fastened as well as his
hands behind him, but ribbons were also wrapped around his midsection,
covering him up, his neck like a collar and his mouth like a gag. Under
Ned’s body was a box as long as he was with a piece of padding on top of
him, almost as if whoever did this was worried for Ned’s comfort. At first
he had been struggling against his bonds, but seeing as she was there
now he calmed down and waited for her.

Sophie rushed over to her boyfriend and knelt down before him. “Oh
baby, what happened?”

She undid the bow of the gag gently and pulled the ribbon away.
Ned stuck his tongue out with a small noise and shook his head.

“Boy, was that ever an experience!” His voice sounded funny. Not
higher, but softer, as if he wasn’t quite so close.

“What happened, honey?” She ran a hand through his short hair,
marveling at just how big it was to him now. It would be more than
possible for her to enclose his entire head in her fist.

“I don’t know… I really don’t. I was on my way home from work and
all of a sudden I felt really dizzy. I figured I’d just get home and lie down,
but… I just remember falling out onto the driveway.”

Sophie eyed her boyfriend curiously. “Someone must have broken
in, then! What if they’re still here?” For an instant Sophie thought of
sharing the same fate and she shuddered. At a foot tall he looked rather
pathetic.

“I’ve been lying here a while, babe. I think the place is empty.”

They looked at one another for a moment.

“So, hey, Sophie… How about untying me?”

“Oh, right!”

Sophie undid the knots around his wrists and ankles. “I better leave
this one on, huh?” She asked, pointing at the one around his waist.

He sat up atop the box and rubbed his sore wrists. “Well, with the air
conditioning up so high…”

She giggled. “Shouldn’t you be scared, Ned? You’re so tiny!”

“Scared of what?” He stepped off of the box and took in the sight of
his giant girlfriend. She had long brown hair which spilled down over her
shoulders and back and was wearing a pink t-shirt with jeans and
flip-flops. Her brown eyes looked worried. “I got my big bad girl to protect
me now!”

She put a large hand on his shoulder and clamped down. He
marveled at how much softer her hand felt—how much thicker. She pulled
him closer and gave him a warm hug.

“Goddamn, Sophie,” he murmured against her stomach. Everything
about her was so extremely soft and comfortable, though he could feel
her lean muscles underneath. “This feels incredible.”

Sophie chuckled and drew him away. “Don’t get too used to it. Don’t
you want me to take you to a hospital?”

“Ah right, good idea.” Ned turned around, hands on his hips.

Sophie’s eyes dipped down toward his cute little ass and for a
moment she almost considered dragging him into the bedroom. Curiously
she wondered if he’d survive the encounter.

“Say… What do you think is in this chest?”

Ned looked funny as he approached the big box, tied up in his
impromptu ribbon attire. Like a child getting ready to raid a cookie jar.
She reached forward and pinched one of his cheeks and he yelped.

“Whoa, hey! What was that?”

She grinned.

Ned held her gaze for a moment before turning back to the chest,
rubbing his ass. He flinched again as she scooted forward, her knees
coming up on either side of him. He felt a lot smaller then, tucked against
her like that. Her shadow only made it worse.

Above him she hummed happily. “So, let’s see what we got here!”

“Honey, be careful!” Ned said, suddenly feeling a few misgivings
about the foot wide chest.

She undid the fastenings and popped the thing open. “What the…”

Inside the chest were all kinds of things packed carefully one on top
of the other. It didn’t instantly register what each thing was and Sophie
instead reached in for the note that sat at the top of the pile. It read:

“When you finally open this you’ll probably have found your man already.
If you didn’t, look down! He’ll be around somewhere. I’ll make this brief.
I saw you two fighting across the street one afternoon and I thought I’d
tip the scales in your favor. Don’t worry, it isn’t permanent (unless you
want it to be), at the end of a week he’ll be back to normal. He’s going to
get a lot smaller before then, though—down to about an inch. If a week
isn’t long enough to put him in his place, give me a call. Good luck!”

There was a phone number and everything. It was signed Danielle.

“Is this for real?” Sophie asked, breathing excitedly.

“What’s it say, Sophie?”

“A lady saw us fighting the other day. It looks like she did this to
you.”

Ned looked at the ground for a moment, suddenly tense. The
fight—it was actually a rather bitter one and he hoped that they wouldn’t
have to relive it. They hadn’t been able to resolve it, but ever since they
had been dodging the issue.

“Did she say if there’s a way to undo this?”

Sophie was looking at the wall as if deep in thought. After a moment
she began moving, putting the note back into the chest.

“Sophie, babe, can I see the note?”

She dipped another hand in and began to rummage around.

“You don’t want me to move in…” She muttered.

“This really isn’t a good time…”

“And you won’t commit.” Sophie glared down at him. “Why not, Ned?
Why not? Am I not enough for you?”

“Babe… You know I like you.”

She pulled something out of the chest—a long chain with a strip of
leather at the end. Ned eyed it nervously.

“You’ve ‘liked’ me for five years.”

She pinched her knees together, pinning him between her legs.
Deftly she pulled the loop of leather around his neck and fastened it—it
was adjustable, she noticed. She ignored his protests and stood, towering
over him as he stood just under her knees. Ned looked up the long legs of
his girlfriend to her narrow waist, small breasts, and thin shoulders. He
tried to look at her face, but couldn’t.

He was stunned. “A… a leash?”

The next sound he heard was that of her flip-flop slapping up against
her sole as she took her first step away from him. After a second and a
third the chain went taut and Ned was dragged a step with a choking
cough. He thought once she heard it, she’d stop, but he was tugged off his
feet as she went on unimpeded toward the couch in the living room. She
nearly dragged him as he stumbled to stay with her.

“Sophie, god, what the hell?”

She sat on the sofa and looked away for a moment. Then, her eyes
steel, she leveled her gaze upon him. “Things are going to be different for
a while around here, Ned. We need to talk.”

    He was helpless as he trailed behind Sophie’s long long legs, much
more now that he was only a foot tall. The leather loop of the leash
tugged dangerously at his neck with each step she took, and each time he
thought he might topple and be dragged along. Her sudden indifference to
him was surprising. Sure, they had a fight at the café the other day and
yeah, all right, he did basically tell her that she was being far too nosey
and that the discussion was closed. It was something that made him
uncomfortable—commitment. When she mentioned moving in, it felt as if
his life had come to a fork in the road and he didn’t want to explore either
path. What if she moved in and it didn’t work out? He’d lose her. He was
terrified of losing Sophie.

    Sophie listened with dark satisfaction as the little man behind her
huffed and choked and huffed, and he yelped each time one of her
flip-flops would slap up against her sole, as if he had been slapped
instead. She kept her hand out a little in front of her and kept him running
close to her legs as she went to the couch. They had never engaged in
any sort of BDSM play before, nor had Sophie ever thought about it. And
yet… she was exhilarated. It was hard for her to pinpoint exactly why she
was enjoying it so much. She didn’t want to hurt him—or at least she
thought she didn’t—but it was a rush. A really nice warm tingle up the
spine maybe feeling a wetness someplace else.

    Sophie lowered herself on to the couch and crossed one leg over the
other, crossing her arms as well and looking off to the side. Ned stayed on
his feet, but put both hands on his knees and breathed in and out rapidly.

    “Whoo! Well… there’s my workout for the day!” Ned said lamely. He
glanced up at Sophie with a smile. She was still looking off to the side.
She had a nice face, he noticed. Not like Hollywood nice or anything fake
like that—someone he’d gotten to know really well nice. Now that her face
was so much larger he seemed to notice it in a new way. This woman’s
beautiful, he thought. A real beauty—the kind that can’t be airbrushed. Yet
it struck him as odd that he wasn’t mad at her for tugging him across the
apartment on a leash.

    She still ignored him, arms crossed over her small chest. He looked
down from her pink shirt across her faded jeans. Her legs were so long at
only a foot tall that it was almost disorienting, like the perspective was
way off—they seemed to stretch and curve at impossible, yet graceful,
angles. Her pale foot stuck out at the end of her jeans. She wiggled it
around in the air back and forth, which he knew she did when she was
nervous. Her toenails were painted pink and they gripped the thong of the
sandal between them with little squeezes.

    “Hey, babe… Come on…” Ned said. He put a hand forward and
touched the front of her shaking flip-flop. She had large feet, he
realized—he had never really taken notice of them before. She was a tall,
thin girl and he guessed it made sense, but her feet were almost as long
as he was tall, now—a scant inch shorter if even that.

    “It’s funny, I can’t seem to find anything wrong with you, even now
that I feel like I’m looking at you with a magnifying glass.”

    She glanced down at him, the leash still wrapped tightly in her fist.
She moved her foot to the side a bit so that she could look him in the
eyes. “What?”

    He looked up at her with a smile, and then back to the smooth black
sole of her sandal. With her legs crossed her foot sat fairly high. Moving
forward, he wrapped his arms around the heel of the flip-flop and gave it
a tug upward. He felt her toes resist him at the thong.

    “What are you doing, Ned?”

    With a little groan he heaved again. It was something so simple, yet
now even her toes could put up more of a fight than his whole body. It
wasn’t very pleasant being up against the sole of her shoe, either, as it
smelled heavily of rubber and a bit like pavement. He didn’t want to think
about it, but it also brought other thoughts as well, looking up along it’s
length. She was really big! It’d take some effort, she’d really have to want
to do it, but stepping on him was a possibility. He shuddered. Not his
Sophie!

    When she saw that he wasn’t going to give up, she relaxed her toes
with a sigh. He managed to raise the strap of the flip-flop up and over
them. It was a hard effort, and as he pulled it away from her foot he was
surprised by the sudden increase of weight. He began running backwards,
but the shoe quickly tipped him onto his back and landed on him with a
plop.

    For a moment he was stunned as the shoe held him down. Once
more he was treated to feeling just how big her feet were—and indeed,
the sandal covered him completely with only his little feet poking out
under the heel. He heard her chuckle in a way that wasn’t entirely kind
and it was easy to imagine her pressing him down under her foot. With a
huff he lifted the shoe on one side using both his hands, tilting it up off of
himself. He rolled out from under it.

    He felt the chain of the leash wrap around him uncomfortably, finally
settling on his back and looking up at her. It was odd, her foot now bare
above him as she still had her legs crossed. He remembered it wiggling
around nervously, but now it was still. She was smirking down at him,
once brow arched.

    “Happy now, cowboy?”

    He got to his feet and stepped out of the loop of chains. She kept the
leash slack for the moment. Seeing the sole of her foot had an odd
psychological effect on him, especially when he looked at her smirking
face beside it. She looked so powerful from that angle. In all of their five
years, he had never really seen her sole. People walk on their soles. Why
would he really look at them? But hers struck him as attractive. She had
nice round heels and a long, soft arch. Her long, slightly wiggling toes
crowned the cushy-looking ball of her foot.

    He took a step toward it and heard Sophie’s questioning breath
above him. She yanked at the leash and he toppled to his knees as she
lifted her foot out of his reach.

    “What are you doing?”

    “You…” He bent over and coughed, rubbing his neck under the
leather loop. “You did that nervous thing you do, where you—”

    “What nervous thing?” He felt her slowly taking more of the slack
from the leash. He thought he might be lifted off the ground.

    “I-I-I just t-thought I’d rub your f-foot!” He stammered. It all came
out in a rush.

    The leash slackened and links of it fell to the ground before him. He
glanced up and saw her lowering her foot back to where it was, still above
him. He couldn’t see her face over the lip of the couch.

    Cautiously he rose until he could. He winced when he saw she was
staring straight at him. Her face looked odd, it was an expression he
hadn’t seen before. It was sort of mad and curious as if she wanted
something and didn’t want something and had a question on her mind and
a lot of things. He figured he should go ahead and make good on his
promise, so he went around to where her foot was.

    He pushed his fingers into the warm flesh and found it impossibly
soft. She must use lotions, he thought, amongst other things. Vaguely he
was surprised. Did she really take so much care of her feet? Why? He’d
never even noticed them and yet here they were and they were pretty
much perfect. They were very attractive, in fact, and as he worked his
hands across the ball of her foot, kneading her flesh with all of his
wiggling fingers, he found that he was getting aroused. Her foot smelled
faintly of something that was pleasant and something else—a more
natural scent. He wouldn’t be able to describe it as anything more than
“Sophie’s feet,” but to his surprise he found it, well… he enjoyed it.

    Her toes flexed above him and the long, delicate sole wrinkled
attractively. The ball of her foot became a little harder and turned white
as the blood rushed from it under the pressure from the toes. She relaxed
and color returned.

    “You’ve never rubbed my feet, before.” She said above him, quietly.
He continued his work, working his palms down her arch toward her heel.
“It… feels nice.”

    Her tone of voice hinted that it really did. With a smile, Ned leaned
forward and kissed the sole of her foot. It was just a little peck, but its
softness felt good against his nose and the smell of both whatever lotion
she used and her feet was much stronger.

    Her toes wiggled. “Do that again.”

    “What?” Ned asked, his hands working.

    He saw the chain tighten a little bit against her foot. “Kiss my foot.”

    He leaned in and pressed his lips harder this time, burying his face
in the softness of her sole. He held it for a moment, and then leaned back.

    “Better?”

    She was silent for a moment. She must be thinking, Ned ruminated.
Then, in a small voice, completely innocent—Ned pushing his palms back
up her arch, now—she asked:

    “So, can I move in?”

    He backed away from her foot. “Sophie, I—”

    “You what?”

    He had backed up far enough now that he could see her face, her
long brown hair framing it and stopping at her chest. Her brown eyes
narrowed.

    He crossed his arms. “What could possibly possess you to talk about
it now? Are you nuts?”

    “You called me nuts at the café, too.”

    “Because you won’t leave it alone!”

    Sophie blinked. A tear dripped down one side of her cheek and Ned
felt his heart sink.

    “Sophie, I…”

    “Is loving you nuts?” She whispered.

    They looked at one another for a moment. Then, coming to a
decision, Sophie’s foot dipped and deftly rose, her big toe and the next
catching the chain between them. With ease she reeled the leash between
her toes and Ned went flying from the ground, led by the chain. Her foot
lifted so that it was perpendicular to the ground, and she held it straight
out. As Ned was lifted he struggled and choked against it, it felt for a
moment as if she might hang him. His whole body felt tight and warm as
he kicked, gripping the leather at his neck.

    He slammed into the sole of her foot and came to a stop, his whole
body dangling against its length, his neck held fast where the chain went
between her toes. His face was pressed into the soft underside of her big
toe for a moment and then, moving it, he saw her face from between her
long toes. Wrapping his left arm around her flesh, he dug his hand
between her middle toe and the next for support. She looked at his small
face between toes that dwarfed it, her eyes wide. His eyes wide.

    They were both shocked.

    She could feel it against her sensitive sole, and so could he.

    He had an erection.

    “Ned,” Sophie whispered, “Is that just the bow?”

    Ned had a hard time twisting his head to see—what with it pinned
between her toes and the leash nearly hanging him and all.

    “I don’t think so,” he managed. He felt a little drafty. “I’m, ah…
willing to bet the ribbon fell off.” Between Sophie’s toes the smell of her
foot was a bit stronger, and Ned found that he took a lot of it in as he
struggled for air. And, oddly, it only contributed to his arousal against the
warm sole of her foot. Ridiculous, he thought—people don’t just develop
fetishes overnight, do they? He’d never had a thing for feet before, but
Sophie’s were irresistible. “Hey babe, think you could let me down?”

    Sophie bit her lower lip at its center, the corners of her mouth
drawing up in a mischievous little smile.

    “Baby?”

    Ned felt something smooth and hard slide up behind him and force
him deep into her sole. It was amazing, like a water mattress covered
with many layers of silk. He squirmed and realized that she had brought
her other foot up and now clamped him between the two—the sole of one
and the top of the other. The pressure on his neck eased off and Ned
coughed, resting his head against her second toe.

    But he wasn’t going down.

    Sophie lifted her legs high in the air as she rolled onto her back in
one graceful motion. All of a sudden the sole of her foot really was a bed
that he was lying on, and he could see her smiling face from between her
wiggling toes. She giggled up at him. It reminded him of when he was
young and his parents used to play “airplane” with him, where’d they
support him in midair with both of their feet and hold his hands. Only
Sophie’s foot was almost as tall as him, she only needed one, and it was a
leash instead of her hands. Still, it was oddly sweet.

    She pulled on the leash a little bit and his head was gently moved
between her big toe and the next, which began to caress the sides of his
head as they curled.

    “So… you like my feet?”

    He didn’t know how to answer. Did he? She didn’t seem to care
about his silence; his dumb cousin did all the talking against her arch. He
kissed the toe as it passed near his lips and Sophie angled them back to
reposition them, moving her big toe to cover his face. He was smothered
by the soft pad and kissed it. Really, really kissed it—not just little pecks.
It surprised him and excited him at the same time.

    And that’s when the magic happened. Sophie’s toes curled once
more around his head, only this time they remained clamped over his
shoulders. He felt her sole wrinkle comfortably against the length of his
body. Then her other foot moved as she used the top of it to push him up
along her sole. His erection was caressed by the soft folds, and then,
when she tilted her foot up a bit so that he slid down it, his dick slid into
one of the wrinkles and then was pushed against his stomach as he
slipped down the sole. Her free foot caught him and she repeated this
motion, moving him up and down against her arch as her toes remained
curled, padding his shoulders like the drop-bar on a rollercoaster. And
what a coaster it was. He caught a glimpse of her every now when she
forced him up and she was looking up with wide, curious eyes, a broad
smile on her face.

    He lost himself—her light, pleasant scent, the sight of her big toes,
the softness of her skin. Everything was focused to one little point in his
mind, one little point of pleasure, and for a while he simply kept his eyes
closed and moaned. He felt a warm gush let go between his legs and
across her sole and immediately heard a throaty chuckle from below.

    “That tickles.”

    Sophie lowered him carefully, mercifully, to the armrest of the coach
and let the chain slide from between her toes. He watched as her long
legs retracted and, taking a tissue from the coffee table, wiped the sole of
her foot. She tore off a clean little corner of it and handed it to him. He
wiped his stomach and his thighs, looking at the couch a bit ashamed.

    After all of it—the fight, at the café and right here on the
couch—Sophie was still an angel about everything. Their sex life had
always been pretty great and Sophie was wildly creative. He suspected
that with the care she gave her feet she probably enjoyed the fact that he
took notice, and for an instant he was grateful to his “dumb cousin” for
getting him out of that hanging bind as it did. It always was the better of
the two when it came to talking.

    Sophie scooted toward him, sitting with her legs folded under her.
He looked down at her faded jeans. For a moment, Sophie appraised her
little Ned and wondered if he was getting any smaller. It was hard to tell
so it couldn’t be more than an inch, yet. Looking down at his naked waist
she remembered the discarded ribbon and saw it lying on the ground in
front of the couch. If it came loose, well… He had to be a bit smaller, then.

    For a moment she felt a bit guilty at not having told him what was on
the letter, but at the same time part of her knew that she had a real
opportunity for the week that he was shrunk, though she didn't really know
what it was, yet. As he wiped himself off he averted his eyes the way he
did when he was thinking about something—usually thinking about
something that he already should have realized, and it made Sophie
smile. He really wasn’t a bad guy at all, but he had a lot he needed to
figure out and she didn’t mind helping him. She admired his trim, foot-tall
body with his wide shoulders and strong thighs and thought about how
cute he was that size. And he was only going to get smaller! Well, until the
week is up, she thought with a pout.

    “Sorry…” Ned murmured.

    Sophie raised a hand and ruffled his short hair with a finger. “What
for, Neddie?”

    His little face looked at her for a moment and his eyes searched all
around it. It was funny to her, watching his eyes move all around just to
take her in.

    “You’re so good to me, Sophie. I mean, that was
incredible—absolutely nuts… I… Yeah, it was just incredible!”

    She grinned, sliding her finger down the side of his face and up
under his chin. He looked so tired and content. She felt a familiar warmth
within her as she normally did and thought she could love this man
forever and ever.

    “I love you, Ned.”

    He smiled and kissed the tip of her finger. With slow movements she
unclasped the collar at his neck, sliding it out from under the ribbon. She
was a little sorry to see that the skin looked sore, but he seemed relieved
to have it off. She let the chain coil up in her palm as she lowered the
leash into it and closed her fingers. He rubbed his reddened neck and
sighed happily.

    “Well, do you want to head int—”

    She cut him off, pinching his face between her thumb and forefinger.
It made his cheeks puff forward comically.

    “I said I love you, Ned.”

    He blinked up at her. “I kissed your finger.” He mumbled like a
chipmunk.

    “And yooooou…?” She asked impatiently.

    Her long fingers wrapped around him under the arms and pressed
his stomach against her palm. Ned felt her thumb curl tightly against his
back. He knew he had made a mistake, but she was gripping him too
tightly to allow him to speak, even with how soft her hand was. They were
warm, too, just like her feet—obviously well cared for. He wished he had
more time to admire them, but in a sickening movement she was up off
the couch and striding with heavy steps back toward the box. Ned
watched the world blur as if her were on some out of control carnival ride,
like the pirate ship from hell.

    Sophie kept the little man tightly ensnared as she stood over the
open box of goodies, dropping the leash back inside. Casually she
scanned the contents, holding Ned behind her back so that he couldn’t see
what she picked. She felt his shortened limbs flail against her back as he
struggled.

    When she held him back out in front of her, they were on the move
once more, now heading toward the bedroom. She had no care for his
comfort, letting both arms swing naturally at her side as she walked
briskly.

    “Sophie!” Swing—everything passed by in a smear of colors. He
closed his eyes and swallowed. “Sophie, I’m sorry!” Swing—he choked.

    She ignored him. He felt the blood swimming in and out of his head
as she moved him about and was once more warm all over from the lack
of air. Beyond her legs he saw that she’d gathered up quite a few items
from the box. The easiest to make out was rather large, like a fan, and
she gripped it by what seemed to be a handle.

    “Oh god, is that a paddle?”

    Ned shook his head to try to calm the overwhelming nausea gripping him as Sophie's long strides jarred him back and forth in her firm grip. His skull felt warm and his eyes started to swim back and forth. He made a little moaning noise and arched backward, resigned to looking down the length of her jeans, ending in one of her big feet, crashing down on a forest of carpet strands that pushed up between her pink toenails.

    "Sophie..."

    Opposite to him, he managed to glimpse her other hand as it swayed back and forth, like opposing pendulums. He noticed the paddle still there, gripped in her hands with some other stuff, one thing looking like a big wheel. Ned tried to gulp, but as he hung nearly upside down the spit didn't make it into his throat. He groaned.

    She pushed open the door to the bedroom and then walked directly over to the bed. Ned found himself quickly dumped on its soft surface and just remained on his back, staring up at the high, far, white ceiling, the fan slowly rotating. The cool air closed in on his body and seemed to hold him down as the world spun around and around and around. Blankly, he'd turned his head to look to his left, out of one of the room's two windows on that wall, the dark of night outside between the dark red curtains, but he'd find his head turning as if on its own, and all of a sudden he'd be looking at the beige wall to his right, barren of any pictures. Just like his whole room, he dimly realized. His whole apartment. He didn't have a picture of Sophie anywhere. Not in his wallet, not on his desk or on the shelves. "Sophie..."

    He shook to the side as something heavy settled next to him. Sophie, he realized, and he looked up at her as his sense returned. She was looking the other way, setting whatever she'd brought down on the bed out of his sight and sorting through it quietly. Her long brown hair spilled over her shoulders and halfway down her back over her pink shirt. She must have done something to it that morning because it was so full looking and slightly wavy. Or maybe that just happened as she went through her day. I should notice these things, Ned realized, But now... with her so big... I can see everything.

    Her soft, pale skin just barely had a bronze hint to it, her arms and legs and back were all slender, almost skinny but with all the right curves, all the right graceful sweeps that were unique to women. As she turned back to him, he watched her skinny stomach and small chest turn toward him. He looked at where her shirt and pants met and ran his eyes across the faintest of bulges. As such a tall woman and barely weighing in the triple digits, Sophie was naturally skinny and probably always would be without any effort at all, but she still had a stomach, organs, and all of that. Admiring that little bulge, Ned found that it didn't bother him at all. Nothing about her new massive size bothered.

    He barely even knew he was saying the words but "you're so perfect" slipped out so directly out of his mind like a pail of water being slowly poured. She was regarding him now, her large brown eyes tire-looking as they gazed down over her large nose, and her little heart-shaped lips were stretched into a frown. She lowered her hand down toward him, her palm, hovering over his face, smelt of some subtle, fresh lotion, and with one, gentle finger Sophie lifted his head from the mattress. Ned only watched her eyes as she did this, his mouth open in an absent way, his eyes swimming over her heavenly face. Sophie's other hand lowered, holding something.

    In one deft move, Sophie's long, slender fingers slid the ball gag between Ned's teeth and slipped the restraints into place around the back of his head. Ned blinked, and then panicked.

    He didn't hear Sophie's gentle shushing as she effortlessly held his body to the mattress with one hand resting flat on top of him. Ned, not knowing exactly how big he was but sure he was just under a foot tall now, struggled, naked, against her fingers and palm as she rotated away from him once more. He heard the sounds of fishing through random items, somewhere out of sight, beyond the wide pillars of her thighs, his breathing increased as his tongue pushed against the gag tightly fixed to his head. It fit loosely between his teeth and he could still open his mouth wider around it, but with his tongue mashed under it all he could do it groan and gurgle.

    Sophie's long torso swung around again and this time he saw her carrying something that looked like a big wheel, a loop but huge, and some material hanging off of it in cords. Ned's eyes widened as she lowered it down around him and he found the wheel was large enough that he fit inside its circumference. Wildly, he shook his head back and forth, managing to work a semblance of the word "no" past the gag, some saliva leaking out of one corner of his mouth and trickling cooly down his face.

    Suddenly Sophie's face was there above him, her eyes as large as wrecking balls and dark in the dim room. They were slick, he saw, slicker than usual, and her eyes shined with an intensity that stilled his struggles and all he could do was lay there as he stared up into them, mesmerized.

    "Sophie..."

    Something fell from the sky, quick, a blob that undulated and sparkled in the air. Sophie's tear splashed against his chest and he felt her pinch his wrist between her soft finger and thumb. It was slipped into something, a restraint, and bound tight as her agile fingers secured it in place. Then her eyes looked away, down his length, and he felt her seize his ankle and secure it as well.

    Another tear splashed against Ned's shoulder and he closed his eyes. He felt his other ankle slide into a hold and slowly he shook his head, confused. What was this about? How did it come to this? How the fuck was he now on his own bed, about a foot tall, with his giant lover gagging him and strapping him to a wheel? What drove her? What drove her?

    His remaining arm was slipped into its restraint and he opened his eyes only to find a tear falling right toward his head. He flinched as it splashed against his face and turned it to the side, instinctively moving his arm to wipe it, but finding that he didn't have enough slack. He began to struggle anew at his holds, looking up at her pleading.

    But she wasn't looking back.

    Her hands worked somewhere above him and he heard something sliding against the wheel. All at once his limbs were stretched out, taut, and locked into place. He fought but there was nowhere for his body to move. No way to get himself out of the spread eagle he had been forced to.

    He bit down on the ball as he tried gritting his teeth. He was getting angry. "What's the meaning of all this?" he wanted to shout at her, to get him out of this. It was ridiculous, it was humiliating. They were through, he decided, and had a mind to tell her that! It was over! A little spat in the relationship gave her no right to lord over him like this, to tie him up and--

    His retreating mind blinded him, and he wasn't ready for her warm, soft lips to press onto his face. She held them there and for a moment Ned felt everything in his body relax. He moaned against her plush lips. When they left his face he whimpered, and everything felt cold. Sophie's eyes regarded him in a flash and all at once her face turned and her lips lowered once more, parallel with the length of his face. They parted and slid down either side of his head, her glistening teeth opening like an ivory curtain over him, her sweet breath spilling out onto him, as her tongue found him--a hot tongue, an electric tongue--exploring the grooves of his face as he closed his eyes and sighed. At normal size, Sophie was an incredible kisser. A foot tall and at her mercy, her kisses overwhelmed him. He felt as if he might melt right there on the sheets.

    And all at once her tongue retreated and her lips drew closed, impossibly soft, sliding across his skin and then leaving him. Sophie's face drew into the air like a large pale mask, and she gave him one last look, one hard, slick blink of her eyes before turning and heading toward the door.

    "Sophie..." But the gag turned it into a muddy jumble of sound.

    She continued to walk, light spilling in as she pulled the door open and leaving his world just as quickly as she pulled it closed.

    "Sophie!" But the gag caused it to be a hoarse breath.

    He was alone now. It was entirely dark, save for moonlit tree limbs dancing across the walls and ceiling. He closed his eyes but all he could hear was the overloading silence in the air around him, now so much more vast. Ned shook his head. How could she? Why did she?

    Her saliva cooling on his face, the smell of her breath retreating from his nostrils--he sucked hard, trying to keep it with him. He kept still, not wanting the saliva to dry. But the air began to smell like air again and his face began to feel dry. Her traces were leaving him, and out of nowhere he involuntarily convulsed, tensed. It made him sore, against the restraints of the wheel, but Ned began to weep uncontrollably and moan and tried to scream out to her.

    Where was she? Had she left? One final kiss and then goodbye forever? Would she really leave him a one-foot-tall wreck on his bed?

    "Soph-ie!" He tried to moan. But against the gag, it was no good.

    Sleep was a long time coming for Ned that night.