Howard did a double take. He couldn’t believe it. There on his phone screen was a picture of a small man kneeling in front of Robin’s feet. It looked like he was polishing her toes. Howard closed the Instagram app. It must have been his imagination. He opened it again and scrolled down his feed. Past the picture of David’s meal, past the picture of a beach that Tina was at, some pictures of a baby that Holly took and then sure enough there it was. Robin’s picture. Her feet side by side on a coffee table with a tiny man who looked about 8 inches kneeling in front of them and rubbing her big toe with a white cloth. The picture was posted 2 hours ago. Howard looked at the caption:

My little boy toy taking care of me. #pedicure #shrinkee #spoilt #FeelLikeAQueen #downsizer

‘#shrinkee?’ Howard thought. “#downsizer?” Was the DownSizer now available in Canada? It had been released in the US about 6 months ago but he didn’t think it was available in Canada. He read extensively about it. It’s capabilities to shrink things and re-enlarge them. The company that made them explicitly warned against shrinking humans and live animals. However, there were stories and articles and accounts of people using the machine to shrink themselves and, as Howard hoped he could one day do, indulge in their fantasies. There was no law against shrinking people but some governments were questioning if they should pass legislation.

8 people liked Robin’s post. There were 4 comments:

RachAngel OMG! I Want one!

TheRealRobin @RachAngel LOL! I’ll see what I can do. It’s the best.

Steph_by_Steph Is that real?

TheRealRobin @Steph_by_Steph It sure is! He’s my little shrinkee!

Howard considered commenting but he didn’t know what to say. He hadn’t spoken to Robin since high school ended about a year ago. They weren’t even really close friends in school anyways. Howard wondered if there were other pictures of Robin’s feet and her tiny man. He checked her Facebook profile, her Snapchat… nothing. He glanced back at the Instagram post. Her feet were smooth and clean. Her nails looked like they had just been given a French pedicure. Robin was very pretty. She was quite mature for her age and always dressed well. Howard had a slight crush on her in school but now he was smitten. Would Robin be willing to shrink him? Could he be in the same position, polishing her toes? He wondered if it was possible and how to go about doing it? He’d love to be shrunken at her feet. It’ll be a fantasy come true.

He opened the Messenger app and started a new message with Robin. He pondered extensively for several minutes thinking of what to say. Eventually he settled for something familiar:

Hey! Long time no talk!

HOWARD! How are u?

Good. What are you up to?

Just relaxing at home? U?

Getting in touch with some old friends

Aww… it’s been a while eh?

Sure has. We should catch up. Wanna get some coffee?

Aww… Cute... but I have a bf.

Oh crap! Robin thought he was asking her out on a date. Kinda makes sense though. Message her out of the blue, asking to go get some coffee.

Oh no, I wasn’t asking for a date.

OH! I’m sorry.

We haven’t really spoken before so I thought you were

That’s okay. Actually, I was wondering.

What’s up with the tiny man in your Instagram pic?

Oh LOL! That’s Terry. He has a foot thing and loves to take care of my feet.

How did he get shrunk?

My parents bought that new shrinking machine.

Terry goes to my uni. When he found out I had one he begged to be my pet.

LOL! He’s kinda weird.

So what do you do with him?

He paints my nails. Massages my feet. Rubs lotion on them.

He loves it. I like it too. My friends are jealous.

Suddenly a picture popped up. It was a shot of Robin’s bare legs extended outwards onto the coffee table in front of her. Standing just behind her feet was Terry waving back.

Terry says hi.

That’s incredible. What else does he do?

You’re very interested in this. Do you want to be shrunk?

Howard gasped at the last message. His heart leapt into his throat and he was suddenly stricken with adrenaline. He needed to take this opportunity. He didn’t care what Robin thought of him. She was willing to indulge Terry, perhaps she’d indulge him too. He just hoped he could convince her not to take pictures of him and put them on Instagram for his other friends to see.

I do. Can you shrink me?

Sure. Come over. I could do with another shrinkee.

Howard jumped up in excitement. He adjusted his pulsating penis in his underwear before putting his jeans on and getting dressed. He got Robin to text him her address and quicker than he had ever done he flew down the stairs and hurried over to her house. His mind was racing with possibilities. Robin Fucking McKay. He was actually going to be shrunken down at her pretty feet. There weren’t many other girls he’d choose over Robin to shrink him. This was really happening.

After ringing her doorbell, Howard felt like he was waiting an excruciatingly long time for Robin to answer. He almost started knocking profusely on the door when she opened it. She was wearing a white tank top and cyan short shorts. Her long legs ended up in a pair of pink flip flops. Her feet were adorned with a French pedicure. The toenails glistened in the light. Robin leaned out the doorway to hug Howard and then beckoned him to enter. He followed her into the Garage where the DownSizer was stationed in a corner.

“Well, there it is,” Robin revealed as she pointed to it. “Just remove your clothes and step inside and I’ll shrink you down.”

Howard slowly picked his jaw up off the floor as Robin opened the chamber door and then moved over to the console to program it. He suddenly remembered reading about needing to be naked to shrink as clothes sometimes shrink quicker than the body and can cause extreme pain. He shrugged off his nervousness and calmly stripped. He didn’t really care if Robin saw him naked. He was more than willing to jump through a few hoops to get to live his ultimate fantasy.

Robin idled by the console as Howard stripped. She didn’t look at him, possibly to give him some privacy. Howard shuffled up to the chamber and looked over at Robin. She smiled at him and then gestured for him to enter it. Howard stepped into the machine and closed the door behind him. In the darkness he heard the machine beep as Robin pressed buttons on the console and then it suddenly starting whirring to life. He remembered reading how loud and bright it is in the chamber when the shrinking process starts. Howard closed his eyes and covered his ears as the process began. Several seconds later, the noise and light faded and Howard turned around in the dark and stepped forward to open the chamber door. He stretched out his hand and didn’t feel it. He took another step, and then another, then he slapped himself as he realized his was much smaller and the door was further away.

Light flooded the chamber as Robin opened the door and Howard’s mouth dropped open in surprise as he craned his neck upwards to look at her. She was massive. Her smooth legs rose up into the heavens. Her beaming face as staring down at him. Howard was overcome with desire. His most intense imaginations could not live up to this reality.

Howard remained transfixed as he watched Robin’s right foot rise up over the lip of the chamber door and settle down directly in front of him. Her toes widened slightly as her weight settled on them and she bent down to pick him up. Howard stretched backwards in Robin’s grip as he rose up through the air and was positioned in front of her enormous face. She smiled at him and took a cheeky glance down at his erect penis before returning her gaze.

“Let’s go meet Terry,” she sang and then cradled Howard against her chest as she walked. He nested comfortably between her breasts. Her hand holding him in place was reassuring as her chest rose and fell with her breathing and foot falls. He could hear her flip flops slapping against her soles. Eventually he was pulled away from her chest and lowered down onto a large coffee table in the living room.

Standing several feet away from him was a lanky looking boy with frizzled, curly hair. He waved awkwardly at Howard and then glanced up at Robin as she sat down on the couch directly in front of them.

“Terry, Howard… Howard, Terry,” Robin uttered as she introduced them. She then focused on Howard.

“Listen,” she began, “I have a friend who really wants to have a shrinkee this weekend and I thought why not offer you?”

Howard stepped backwards in confusion.

“Her name’s Rachel and she’s really pretty,” Robin continued, “let me show you a picture.” She then picked up her phone off the table and began tapping away it before turning the screen around to show Howard. He stared back at a picture of a cute girl with black hair at what looked like some kind of party or club. She had an innocent smile and beautiful eyes.

“Oh wait! I have a better picture,” Robin pronounced as she turned the phone towards her and scrolled through some pictures. “Aha! Here we go,” she stated triumphantly as she turned the phone back to Howard to show a picture of Rachel in a purple bikini posing on a beach. She had a firm, toned body and decent sized breasts. She looked incredible.

“She has really pretty feet too. Let me see if I can find a picture.”

Terry groaned in frustration, breaking Robin’s concentration from her phone.

“Okay, okay,” she mumbled as she lifted up her left leg and stretched her bare foot out on to the table beside Terry. It landed down with a formidable plonk and Terry jumped around in excitement and hurried over to her left foot. Howard watched in fascination as Terry turned to face the sole and then began rubbing his entire body up and down Robin’s immense foot. Howard looked back at Robin to see her reaction but she was emotionless and glued to her phone searching for a picture. He then turned and walked over to Terry, glancing along Robin’s long legs as he approached her foot. He was taller than her foot and he watched as Terry’s face would appear and then disappear behind her toes as he brushed his body up and down her sole. He would also sniff her toes occasionally.

Howard turned around Robin’s foot to see Terry rubbing his entire chest, stomach and thighs against her sole and seemingly getting off on it. Howard wanted to touch Robin’s foot. He could smell her lotion and his penis was rock hard in excitement. He straddled over to reach out and touch her arch when Terry suddenly turned to face him and pushed him away with a loud huff.

“Terry!” Robin shouted as she dragged her left foot away from him. “Play nice now.” Robin then slowly pushed her foot back towards him as she looked over at Howard. “Don’t mind him,” she cautioned, “He’s a little obsessed with my feet, in case you can’t tell. Here, why don’t you come play with my other one.” Robin shifted in her seat and lifted up her right leg. She stretched out her foot and placed it directly in front of Howard. He stared at her immense sole as it lowered in front of him. Wrinkles formed as it rested on the heel and her toes wiggled slightly before settling. Howard glanced at Robin’s beaming face and then back at the foot. Her toes wiggled at him, beckoning him to approach. They were as big as melons.

“I can’t find a good picture of her feet but she’s really pretty and she’d like you to take care of her feet. What do you say?” Robin inquired of Howard, snapping him out of his trance.

“Uh…” he stammered as he tried to recollect what Robin was talking about. “Oh yeah, whatever, I’ll do it,” he quickly replied without much thought so he could return to focusing on the colossal foot in front of him. He reached out and brushed his hands against the ball of her foot. Feeling the cool dampness of the skin as he rubbed over her foot flesh.

“Phew!” Robin exhaled, “that’s a relief cause she’s on her away anyway. If you’d said no, she was pretty much just going to kidnap you.” Howard was too engrossed in caressing Robin’s foot to realize what she was saying. He didn’t even notice her pick up her phone and aim the camera at them.

“Alright guys!” she instructed, “say cheese.” Howard looked up in a panic and then quickly ducked down to hide behind her toes. He didn’t want a picture of himself shrunken at Robin’s feet on her Instagram. The billboard sized sole in front of Howard suddenly tilted sideways and he was staring straight up Robin’s legs towards an outstretched phone. Howard covered up his face with his hands.

“What’s the matter?” Robin asked.

“I don’t want my friends to see me like this on your Instagram.”

“Oh, come on! They won’t be able to tell it’s you.”

“No. Please Robin.”

“Fine!”, she huffed and then tilted her sole back in front of Howard, blocking her face from his view. Howard lowered his hands and then quickly rose up to his feet. As he poked out over Robin’s toes he heard the loud click of a camera phone and then Robin’s giggling as she had just taken a picture. Howard watched in horror as she brought the phone back towards her to glance at the photo she had just taken.

“Robin!” Howard cried out in frustration and then he sidestepped around Robin’s feet to walk closer to her. Before he could even get a quarter of the way, Robin grinned defiantly at him as she shoved her foot directly in his path. Pressing her toes against his chest, she slid him backwards along the glass top. Howard sidestepped the other way and began marching towards Robin when her foot once again blocked his path and then shoved him backwards with her sole.

“Robin! Come on!” he yelled.

“No-one will know it’s you okay. Don’t worry about it,” she retorted before tapping away at her phone.

Howard punched the ball of her foot.

“Ooo! That felt good, do that again,” Robin requested as she continued to work on her phone before being interrupted by the doorbell.

“Rachel’s here!” she exclaimed as she extracted her feet from the table and jumped up to go answer the door. Howard looked over his shoulder at Terry who was panting heavily. He was sweaty and slightly hunched over with a massive boner between his legs. Howard looked the other way and wondered if he looked just as ridiculous. He stared down at his own erection and second guessed his decisions today.

Rachel was terrifyingly beautiful as she towered over Howard and Terry staring agape on the coffee table below her. She wore a tan skirt and a tight fitting red t-shirt. Howard glanced down her long, silky legs to see her feet encased in a pair of white converse sneakers. He was disappointed he couldn’t see her feet.

“Well there he is,” Robin piped up as she pointed to Howard.

“OH. MY. GOD!” Rachel shrieked. “He’s so cute!” She bent down to get a closer look at Howard. Her immensely huge face bloomed as it approached the two men. She wasn’t wearing any make up and Howard could see a few freckles on her nose in great detail. Her green eyes dilated as she scrutinised Howard and naturally dropped her gaze to his erect member. She giggled when she focused on it revealing her teeth behind red, plump lips. Howard blushed and covered up his genitals as Rachel rose back up.

“I can’t believe this is real,” she declared.

“I know,” Robin added, “It’s so weird. They’re like little human pets.”

“So, what’s the deal?” Rachel asked. “He likes feet and stuff.”

“Oh yeah,” Robin replied, “get him to rub lotion on your feet or paint your nails. It’s your choice.”

Rachel glanced down at Howard briefly with a look of trepidation. “How do you find these guys?” she mused.

“Well Terry is from my Social Studies class. We were discussing the new shrinking technology one day and I told everyone that I had the machine. Well after class, he approached me and practically begged me to shrink him. Isn’t that right Terry? You wouldn’t leave me alone,” she teased as she looked down at him. “It’s like his biggest fantasy. Well, he gives me money to shrink him so I make some pretty good dough now. And Howard over here…” Robin paused as both girls looked down at him.

“Well, when he saw my Instagram post of Terry he started asking a lot of questions. I knew something was up. Well, turns out he has the same fetish. Didn’t realize it was so popular for guys to want to be tiny.” Both girls just looked down and observed the shrunken guys. Howard just stared up at their smiling faces with both his hands covering his groin. “It’s really fun though,” Robin continued, “you know, to have a boy literally in the palm of your hand, worshipping you.” Both girls giggled and nodded. Rachel bent down again and extended out her right arm to reach for Howard. Adrenaline pumped through his veins as he tightened up when Rachel’s fingers snaked around his chest and lifted him off the table. She brought him up to face.

“You ready to worship me this weekend?” she asked.

“He doesn’t like it when you take pictures of him,” Robin piped in.

“Well that’s too bad,” Rachel cooed, “I’ll take all the pictures I want whether he likes it or not.”

Robin giggled wickedly as she noticed Howard’s look of fear on his face.

“Don’t break him,” she advised, “return him by Sunday night.”

“Wait… what?” Howard questioned but his words were drowned out by Rachel and Robin kissing each other goodbye before he was plunged down to hang beside Rachel’s dress as she strolled outside and out to her car. He watched the world whiz by in a dizzy blur before his feet settled down into a cup holder between two enormous car seats. He looked up at Rachel as she fastened her seat belt and then started the ignition of her car.

“You can’t take me for the whole weekend!” he yelled.

Rachel smiled down at him as she leaned over to extract sun glasses from the glove box. She placed them on her face and glanced down at Howard again.

“Robin said I could have you for the whole weekend,” she informed him as she turned on the radio and increased the volume. Howard tried to shout up at Rachel but she was either ignoring him or his voice was drowned out by the stereo.

Several minutes later, the car pulled up in a driveway. Rachel pulled the parking brake on and turned the car engine off. The radio died and finally Howard could get his voice across.

“You can’t take me for the whole weekend!” he yelled again.

Rachel removed the sunglasses from her face and leaned over to deposit them back into the glove box. She leaned back in her seat to remove her seat belt and then reached down into the cup holder to lift Howard out of it.

“Too bad little man”, she tormented, “I own you now.”

Before Howard could respond, his world whizzed by again as Rachel stepped out of the vehicle and swung her tiny captive out of the car. Howard tried to assess where he was but with the constant moving it was difficult to get a clear picture. It seemed that Rachel lived in low rise apartments, on the 2nd floor. In her apartment she walked through a living room and down a hallway to the last door that led into her room. Flashes of pink, red, white buzzed around Howards head till he was deposited onto her duvet.

Shaking his head, Howard looked about the room. He was on a red bed sheet. The curtains were pink and the walls were adorned with countless 4x3 printed pictures. On one wall hung a poster with a wine bottle containing the words: “Keep Calm and Drink Wine” written across it. In the corner was a L-shaped desk containing a Macbook and a mess of papers and books. The wall opposite the window contained a closet with no doors. A smorgasbord of shirts, pants, jackets, skirts, leggings, socks, jerseys and other various clothing items was meshed bout the space. The floor of the closet was littered with scores of different shoes and discarded clothing items.

The bed creaked and Howard flopped about as Rachel sat down. She kicked off her shoes, tore off her socks and rotated to stretch her legs out onto the bed sheet. Her feet landed beside Howard causing him to tumble and fall onto her ankle. He grabbed onto the bones of her ankle and steadied himself to stare up along the smooth, huge limb at a beaming Rachel. She already had her phone out and was aiming it at him. An audible click indicated she had taken a picture.

“Stand behind my feet,” she ordered.

Howard looked behind him at her couch-sized feet. Her toes were painted a deep purple and they wiggled briskly. He turned around, his right hand resting against the top of her foot as it lay upright on her heel. He slowly strolled around her left foot. His outstretched hand caressed the top of her foot around the side and finally onto the ball. He noticed the difference between the soft, warm skin of her upper foot and the spongy, damp flesh of the ball. He turned to face Rachel and leaned against her foot. Her toes coming almost up to his neck. Howard looked down at the melon-sized toes drumming against his chest. Another audible click as Rachel took a picture. Howard was annoyed.

Suddenly, Rachel’s feet shifted away from him as she bent her knees and placed them flat on the bed in front of her.

“Come kiss my toes,” she commanded as she pointed down to her feet with her free hand while holding her phone in the other in front of her eyes. Howard remained in position. He didn’t know this huge girl ordering him around. She was incredibly pretty but Howard wasn’t in the mood to be her little circus monkey. Rachel’s irritated face emerged from behind her phone. She clicked her fingers.

“Hey! Come kiss my toes!”

“My name is Howard!”

Rachel raised her eyebrows in surprise. “I thought you liked feet. Are my feet not pretty enough for you?” she sulked.

“Oh, they’re very pretty,” Howard reassured her, “I just don’t like being treated like a dog.”

“I just want to take some fun pictures for my feed.”

“Yeah, but I don’t like doing that.”

“Come on, please. You’re so cute and I want all my friends to see that I have a shrinkee.”

“I told you. I don’t like doing this.”

Rachel began to pout. Howard sighed and began to hike towards her. This was such an awkward and unique situation to be in. Shrunken down to the size of a doll and now on the bed of same strange, beautiful girl he doesn’t even know. He wondered if perhaps he could sweet talk his way into caressing her feet without having pictures taken of him.

“Look,” he began as he walked towards her, “this is a little weird for both us. It’s my first time being shrunk and I gather it’s your first time with a shrunken person.”

Rachel straightened her back as Howard came closer to her feet.

“So how about we just chat with each other while I rub your feet?” he suggested as he approached her toes. He glanced at her purple toenails and then up at Rachel’s face high above him while she peered back in silence. Suddenly her right foot lifted and she punched her toes into Howard’s chest sending him tumbling backwards onto his back. He caught his breath just in time to see Rachel’s immense foot land on top of him with a heavy thud. Her big toe and index toe came to rest just below his neck. The weight of her foot caused Howard to sink into the bed spread. He struggled to breathe through his compressed chest and the aroma of foot sweat. Rachel’s face rose above her toes as she leaned down to speak to him.

“Let’s get something straight,” she began menacingly, “when I tell you to come kiss my toes you better fucking come and kiss my toes.” Howard’s chest compressed briefly and he bounced into the bed as Rachel momentarily pressed down onto his body with her foot to emphasis her statement.

“Now I know you’d like nothing more than to probably fuck my feet,” she continued, “but I’m not like just gonna let you jerk off all over my feet whenever you want. Okay! So, if you want to touch my feet or rub them or fuck them or whatever it is you want then you have to work for it okay?” Howard stared back over the toes on his chest at Rachel’s furious face as she waited for a response.

“Okay!?” she bellowed as Howard was compressed further into the bed by her increasingly heavy foot.

“Okay!” he wheezed back.

Howard continued to stare up at Rachel’s face as she glared down at him over her toes for several seconds in silence. The ball of her foot was like a heavy boulder on his chest as he struggled to breath. Despite his current predicament, he couldn’t deny that a part of him was sexually aroused and his erection was proof of that as it poked against the soft sole covering it. Suddenly Rachel burst into a huge smile that was then covered up by the back of her phone as she swung it out above Howard. A loud click droned out before the phone and Rachel’s face disappeared as she leaned back. Howard remained pinned under her foot and he heard her tapping away on her phone.

“You look so funny,” she teased. Howard tried to squirm free but this only caused Rachel to flex her toes fixing him in position under her sole.

“Hashtag woman rule men drool,” Rachel mused out loudly followed by a giggle. Howard managed to extract his right arm from under her foot and with nothing else to do he seized the opportunity and began to stroke Rachel’s toe and arch. Feeling the warmth of her foot flesh. Suddenly the foot lifted and Rachel shot out of bed.

“Ew, no! Don’t touch my feet!” she shrieked and then strolled over to the closet. She bent down to extract a pair of blue closed-toe stilettos. She placed them between the bed and the closet before exiting the room. Howard looked down at the sexy pair of heels wondering what Rachel was planning. A minute or two later she returned to the room with a small Tupperware container of water and a dishcloth. She placed them both down next to her shoes. Bending over the bed she snatched Howard and lifted him off the duvet, lowering him onto the ground in front of her shoes. Howard looked at the pool size container of water next to him, the blue shoes in front of him and then Rachel’s wiggling toes to the right of him.

“I want you to clean these for me,” Rachel instructed as she glared down at Howard who craned his neck to look up her. His eyes suddenly darted between her legs at her white panties clearly visible under her skirt. Rachel quickly shoved her skirt between her legs to cover up as she shuffled backwards onto the bed.

“EW! Perv!” she shrieked in disgust before climbing back onto the bed. She pulled a pillow behind her back and grabbed her phone. She then looked back down at Howard who just remained there on the floor dazed and confused.

“Get to work slave,” she commanded. Howard glanced up at her annoyingly.

“If you do a good job I’ll let you touch my feet,” she pledged.

Howard rolled his eyes. “This isn’t what I signed up for!” he huffed.

“Hey!” Rachel reprimanded him, “what did I say? When I tell you to do something. You fucking do it! Remember? I’m a lot bigger than you so I can easily kick your ass. Now clean my shoes and don’t make me tell you again.”

Howard sighed. He tugged at the billboard sized dishcloth and dipped a corner into the water. He then dragged it over to the shoes and looked down at the surface of the plastic shoes. There were a few dirty marks over it. He leaned down and began rubbing away the dirt or grease or oil or whatever it was.

“Don’t forget to do the soles as well,” Rachel piped in.

“Don’t forget to do the soles as well,” Howard whispered in a high-pitched, mocking voice.

“What was that?” Rachel queried.

“Nothing!” Howard quickly yelled.

Despite the tedious work, Howard maintained a steady state of arousal as he moved around the sexy heels. He could make out Rachel’s footprint inside of the shoes and he breathed in the scent of the used footwear. He would occasionally glance up at her on the bed above him to see her tapping away on her phone as he worked. She was very pretty despite being kind of a bitch. Howard hoped that she’d allow him near her feet again once he was done cleaning her shoes. Rachel occasionally blurted out statements without even so much as glancing over at Howard. She informed him that all her friends were so jealous she had a shrinkee. Robin hoped that he was behaving himself to which Rachel just giggled. She also remarked how stupid boys were randomly.

Rachel eventually got up and stripped down to her underwear. She grabbed something from her closet and exited the room. Howard heard the distant sounds of a shower. He contemplated if he should take this opportunity to, you know, ‘indulge’ in his sexual desires with her shoes or perhaps a discarded sock. He reasoned that since her stilettos were now spotless she’d allow him to ‘indulge’ with her feet. He just needed to be patient.

Rachel came and went from her room as she began to get ready for a night out. Eventually she stood directly in front of Howard and the stilettos with a huge smile on her face. She looked ravishing as she wore a little black dress. As she bent down to inspect the shoes, Howard noticed that she had hidden her freckles with some make up.

“Hmm, you missed a spot,” Rachel commented as she scratched at one of her shoes. She then grabbed the pair and strolled over to her bed. She sat down on the edge and effortlessly slipped her feet into them. One by one she tightened the straps around her ankles and then stood up to admire herself in the mirror as she swayed from side to side. Howard was awestruck by how gorgeous she looked.

“Hey! Uh Rachel?” he mumbled.

“Yeah?”, she responded while continuing to eye herself in the mirror.

“Um… you said if I did a good job you’d let me, um, you know, play with your feet.”

Rachel stopped swaying and glared down at Howard.

“Ugh,” she moaned in annoyance, “I don’t have time. Tell you what.” She bounded over to the bed side table and picked up the white converse sneakers she wore earlier. Bending down, she placed them in front of Howard.

“How about you clean these for me while I’m out and later tonight I’ll let you have sex with my feet.” She winked before rising up to her full height. She then grabbed her purse and headed for the door. Howard watched her legs as she sauntered out of the room. The door swung to close but suddenly stopped and flew open again as Rachel peered out from behind it.

“Don’t leave my room,” she informed him, “My roommate is a man-hating lesbian. If she found you god knows what she’d do to you.” With another wink and a smile Rachel left. Howard looked back at the pair of sneakers. There were various stains all over them. He sighed heavily. He wondered what Terry was doing? Probably fucking Robin’s feet.

Howard looked at the grimy pair of white converse sneakers in front of him. They were the size of cars. Grass and dirt stains were visible around the edges. There was some dirt on top, the shoe laces were stained grey from overuse. They looked cleaner when they were further away. Howard sighed and then decided to walk to the closet and check out Rachel’s other footwear. It was a messy pile of flip flops, mules, slippers, sandals, sneakers, heels, moccasins, Uggs, boots and slip-ons. Howard moved about the pile, touching some of the shoes, sniffing others and gazing upon Rachel’s footprints within the soles. Eventually, his body came to rest in front of a large gladiator sandal. The sole was black with golden straps that arched over it. A fancy melange of stones, gems and silver formed a decorative ornament on top of the straps.

Howard reached is arm out and caressed his hand over the front of the insole, feeling the bumps on each of Rachel’s toeprints that had created craters into the leathery surface from multiple use. Getting down on his hands and knees, Howard crawled onto the black surface and clambered his way to the middle of the shoe. He lay down on his back and looked about as the golden straps seemed to form jail bars about him. He imagined Rachel’s pretty foot hanging above his head, swinging gently as it rests above the shoe from which it had just withdrawn. With the image in his head, Howard relieved the sexual frustration he had felt all day and then lay there in a relaxed state for several minutes.

Over the next hour, Howard relived his bursting bladder in the corner of the closet out of sight of Rachel. The stupid bitch couldn’t even consider finding him something suitable to use as a toilet. He just hoped that he wouldn’t have to empty his bowels before she returned. He walked about the entire room in boredom. There really wasn’t anything else within his reach other than the shoes in the closet. He tried clinging onto the bed sheets and climbing up onto the bed but he wasn’t strong enough to pull himself up with just his arms. It was even harder to try climbing up the computer cords behind the desk. Finally, boredom got the better of him and he decided to clean the white shoes to help pass the time.

The sunlight streaming through the window began to turn red as shadows elongated with the setting sun. Howard heard movement outside of Rachel’s door and pondered if her roommate was really a man-hating lesbian. He ultimately decided it wasn’t worth the risk. Maybe she’d take pity on him and feed him and clean him and maybe even let him play with her feet. Or she’d just stomp him into a pulp. The risks far outweighed the rewards.

Night time began to take hold as the last of the sun’s fading light extinguished and Rachel’s room was plunged into darkness. Jacob stopped cleaning her shoes. They were spotless and the water he had been using was a dark grey from the deposited grime. He suddenly realized how hungry and thirsty he was. He contemplated finding something outside the room, but the sounds indicated that there was possibly a lumbering beast roaming the apartment. Howard paced about the darkened room for an undetermined amount of time, but long enough to see the moon travel through the full length of the bedroom window. His desire to quench his thirst eventually led him to drink out of the dirty water bowl as his stomach growled loudly for some sort of food. A few hours later and Howard was curled up in a fetal position under the bed, humming softly to himself to stay sane while trying to ignore his hunger.

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A loud bang awakened Howard in a frightful panic. Rachel’s room was bathed in late morning light as her bedroom door flew open. Two bare feet thundered into the room and approached the bed. Two huge blue stilettoes thumped down on the floor as Rachel’s massive feet shuffled about beside them. Her soles were dirty as the feet shuffled onto their toes and then fell down again repeatedly. A gigantic black dress plummeted down onto the floor beside Rachel’s feet before they turned and stormed out of the room.

Howard slumped out from under the bed towards the discarded dress as the distant sound of a shower drifted into the room. He walked around to the blue stilettoes and saw that they had picked up some grime marks on the soles and around the edges. The dress smelt like perfume. Howard’s stomach growled angrily as his hunger pains suddenly returned. Before the shower turned off Howard decided to stand against the bedroom wall beside the bed in case Rachel didn’t notice him in her current state and accidently stepped on him.

Thundering footsteps approached the room as Rachel returned. She was wearing nothing but a towel across her torso. He hair was wet and her make up had been removed. Her legs and feet took on a healthy sheen from the soap and her soles were sparkling clean with her purple toenails reflecting the sunlight. She closed the door and walked up to the white sneakers on the floor beside her discarded stilettoes and stared at them for a bit before looking about the room.

“Hey! Um, little dude where are?” she called out.

Howard stepped away from the wall and waved his arms about. “Down here!” he shouted up at Rachel’s distance face. She stared intensely at him as he walked towards her. Rachel bent down to pick up her black dress and then without explanation threw it on top of Howard. The weight of the fabric caused him to flounder to his knees and in a claustrophobic panic he began thrashing about to find an exit.

Meanwhile, Rachel discarded the towel covering her body and dressed into a pair of sleep shorts and a pink t-shirt. She studied her tired face in the mirror before glancing down at the struggling lump underneath her black dress. She smiled cruelly. The never-ending black parachute on top of Howard lifted, causing light to fill his surroundings. He caught his breath and then stood up as he watched Rachel toss the dress into her laundry basket. Without saying a word, she marched back towards the bed, just narrowly missing Howard with her feet as she passed by and then clambered into bed. She shuffled about for a minute or two and then fell silent.

“Rachel?” Howard inquired. There was no answer.

“Rachel!” he shouted. Still no answer.

“RACHEL!” he yelled at the top of his lungs.

“What?” she retorted back irritably.

“I haven’t eaten anything since yesterday. I’m hungry. Please give me something to eat.”

“I’ll do it later. Let me sleep.”

“Rachel! I’m starving!” he yelled back at his uncaring kidnapper.

“I’m tired,” Rachel moaned, “just let me sleep.”

Howard huffed angrily and trotted about in a small circle in frustration. He punched the air in front his face. He stared furiously at the lumbering body snuggled on the bed.

“WHY ARE YOU SUCH A CUNT!” He bellowed at Rachel.

The lumbering beast slowly turned about on the bed. Rachel’s shocked face appeared from behind a shifting bed sheet.

“What did you just call me?” she asked threateningly.

“I’m sorry,” Howard pleaded as he felt fearful of Rachel’s enraged expression. “I just haven’t eaten in like over 24 hours and I’m so freaking hungry.”

An awkward silence followed as Rachel just continued to glare at Howard down on the floor by her discarded Stilettoes. Eventually the silence was broken as Rachel spoke.

“I could very easily end your life. You know that?” she said ominously. “Maybe just smash you with my feet although I think you’d like that.” Howard just continued to avoid eye contact as he listened to the verbal abuse.

“You’ll eat when I decide you’ll fucking eat. If I wasn’t so tired I’d get out of this bed and stomp you into fucking wine. Maybe if you’d asked nicely, I’d get you something to eat but I think after that little outburst you should clean my shoes instead.” Howard sighed slowly.

“Hey!” Rachel burst out. Howard looked up at her fuming face. “Go clean my shoes now. They better be clean by the time I wake up or I’ll introduce you to my roommate.” Howard slumped his shoulders and shuffled over to the blue stilettoes. He glanced back at Rachel as she continued to glare at him.

“Don’t forget to do the soles,” she reminded him before turning over on her comfortable bed.

Howard picked up the wet cloth and dejectedly dabbed it in the dirty water before sluggishly wiping away dirt and grim off the shoes he had cleaned not more than 16 hours previously.

“You know my roommate really hates men,” Rachel announced from the bed above him, “I bet you if I showed you to her, she’d eat you. So, think about that while you clean my shoes and starve fuckface!”

Howard stopped what he was doing to consider the words Rachel had just uttered. Was she serious? A sickening feeling of panic overcame Howard and he no longer felt hungry. With renewed vigour brought on by fear, he worked tirelessly to clean the shoes and make them spotless while Rachel snored contently above him. Sunday couldn’t come soon enough. He’d definitely need to have a word with Robin about this stressful predicament she had placed him in.

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A shuffling of bed sheets signaled that Rachel was awake. With a disgruntled groan, she lifted herself up and stretched her arms about as she yawned. Howard looked up at her as she smiled down at him. With another satisfied huff she threw the bed sheets off her bare legs and swung around to face him. She stretched her legs out in front of her body. Her clean soles now facing Howard. He watched in fascination as her sole wrinkled and then went flush as she flexed her toes back and forth. With a loud thud she slammed her feet down on the ground and stood up. Stretching her arms above her head, she looked up at the ceiling and stood on her tippy toes. The pink t-shirt crept up her body and reveled her toned stomach beneath it. A single golden belly ring glistened from underneath. Howard felt his penis rise as he admired her beauty.

His eyes fixated on her feet as they slowly approached him. Her purple toes came to a rest just yards from him and they flushed white as Rachel dropped down onto her haunches. A huge hand reached out and yanked up the stilettoes, raising them towards her judging eyes. Howard glanced between her inspecting face and her twitching toes.

“Not bad,” Rachel commented before placing the shoes back down beside her. She then reached out and grabbed her white converse sneakers behind Howard.

“Oh yeah, I forgot I asked you to clean these too. They look way better, thank you.”

Howard watched with fascination as Rachel’s pretty heels returned to the ground when she stood back up. With a sultry slowness, she sauntered over to the closet and bend down to place her white shoes down inside it. She then returned to stand in front of Howard, purposely placing her feet together just inches in front of him. Howard craned his neck upwards, glancing up her smooth legs, past the shorts, through her breasts poking against the pink shirt to her beaming face up high.

“You may now kiss my toes,” she informed him.

Howard just continued to stare up at her gorgeous face before he snapped out of his trance and stared down at her feet directly in front of him. He could smell the soap emanating off her wiggling toes.

“I think you should kiss my toes to apologize for calling me the C-word earlier,” Rachel suggested.

Howard got down on his knees and with sexual enjoyment he pressed his hands onto her toes for balance as he leaned down and kissed his reflection on Rachel’s big toenail. His dick twitched as Rachel’s toes flexed to his touch. She giggled in delight. Howard began to stroke the outside of her big toe with his left hand and the top side of her index toe with his right when the immense foot suddenly retracted causing him to fall flat on his face.

“I think that’s enough,” she declared, “you’re not quite out of the woods yet.” She then leaned down and pick up Howard’s slumped body. She lifted him up to her face to study him. Her eyes glanced down at this enraged boner with slight disgust before returning to his exhausted face.

“Let’s go get something to eat foot freak,” she said before calmly letting her arm drop beside her body causing Howard to inhale in panic as he sensed himself fall before suddenly coming to a painful rest beside Rachel’s legs. The apartment whirled by as he swung in Rachel’s fist. Callously he was deposited onto a black coffee table as Rachel disappeared into the kitchen. Loud clangs and bangs followed as she shuffled about before returning to sit on the couch directly in front of Howard with a bowl of frosted flakes in her hand.

Rachel smiled down at the doll sized man on the coffee table in front of her. She could see he perked up as he noticed her bowl of cereal.

“Hungry?” she asked him as she lifted a single frosted flake out of her bowl and held it down at his eye level. Howard nodded. Rachel deposited the flake onto the edge of the coffee table a slight distance to the right.

“Go get it,” she instructed Howard. With an annoyed look Howard scowled at Rachel before turning to hike over to the much-needed morsel. With just a few more steps to go Rachel’s massive right foot rose up beside Howard and then suddenly slammed down on top of the flake. It disappeared with a sickening crunch under the ball of Rachel’s foot. He toes curled over possessively as she laughed maniacally. Howard stared on miserably as Rachel turned her foot onto its side, revealing her reddened sole to her little slave. Flattened pieces of frosted flake clung to the ball of her foot, just beside her big toe. Some fragments of the once tasty looking morsel remained on the table below. Rachel leaned over to see the smashed crumbs on her foot and took the opportunity to dust the crumbs on the table onto the floor with her free hand. Howard just stared on dejectedly.

Rachel inserted a spoonful of cereal in to her mouth and happily began chewing as she stared down at Howard. With a deep sigh and a shrug of his shoulders he walked towards Rachel’s foot only to watch it turn onto its heel and stretch out onto the coffee table behind him. He sighed again as he looked at Rachel’s smiling face as she continued to chew happily. She shook her right hand at him, indicating that he should walk down the table towards her foot. With his stomach growling in desperation, Howard hiked the length of Rachel’s leg and swivelled around her foot to see the crumbs of frosted flake smashed into her sole flesh. Her toes wiggled teasingly.

“If you want to eat something,” Rachel piped up, “you can eat from my feet. You probably like this anyway.”

Despite her cruel bitchiness and uncaring mannerisms Howard was actually aroused at the sight before him. He’d longed for countless hours to be in direct contact with Rachel’s sexy foot. He glanced past her wiggling toes to her grinning face in the distance.

“And I want you to lick the crumbs off my foot,” Rachel commanded through a mouth full of cereal, “you’re not allowed to pick them off, okay bitch?”

Howard gripped the side of her foot with his right hand and rested his left against the ball of her foot. He could feel the hot flesh against his palms. He leaned in close to the crushed flake and pressed his face against it, allowing her foot flesh to apply joyful resistance against his forehead, nose and lips. He inhaled the scent of her recently-washed feet and then licked up a generous portion of crumbled frosted flake to satisfy his hunger. Rachel continued to chew on spoonfuls of cereal as Howard licked crumbs from her foot. Despite the humiliation, he was incredibly aroused being this close to Rachel’s foot and licking her soft, sole flesh.

Suddenly an unfamiliar voice rang out.

“Where were you last night?”

Howard stood up as he chewed to see another woman enter the room. She had blue hair and a nose ring. A black t-shirt with some band’s logo plastered across it and jean shorts skirted past Howard as she continued towards the kitchen. Her feet covered with red socks.

“Went to that house party on Maple Street,” Rachel replied between chews.

“The one the lacrosse team was hosting?” the girl that Howard guessed was Rachel’s roommate shouted from the kitchen.

“Yeah,” Rachel answered.

“Yes, but you didn’t get back until like 8 this morning.”

“Well…” Rachel trailed off.

“Well what?”

Howard licked up more pieces of smashed flake as silence ensued. He saw that Rachel had a guilty grin on her face. Suddenly, the roommates face appeared from behind the doorway leading in to the kitchen. “NO!” she queried.

Rachel nodded.

“You didn’t? Why?” the roommate complained as she returned to the kitchen

“I couldn’t help it,” Rachel replied sheepishly.

“He’s SUCH a loser!”

“But he’s so hot.”

“God dammit Rachel when will you fall for a guy who actually respects you?”

“We’re not dating. It’s just a… you know a friends with benefits situation.”

“That’s not healthy!”

“But he’s so good in bed.”

The roommate strolled back into the living room from the kitchen.

“Oh come…” she began before freezing in her tracks as she spotted Howard licking up crumbs from Rachel’s foot.

“Oh, that’s my little shrinkee,” Rachel responded matter-of-factly.

“WHAT… THE... FUCK?”

Rachel giggled at the other woman’s clearly shocked expression.

“Have I smoked too much?” the roommate questioned out loud.

Rachel laughed. “It’s real Sam. My friend Robin has a shrinking machine and she let me borrow him for the weekend.”

“Why’s he licking your foot?”

“Well, since he called me a CUNT earlier I decided that he can eat his breakfast from my feet.”

Howard stared up at Sam’s stunned face. Her mouth was wide open in surprise as she studied him. Sam slowly sat down on the couch beside Rachel, her gaze never once leaving Howard. In fact, he didn’t even notice if she’d blinked or not.

“He called you a cunt?” Sam asked quietly.

“Yeah, he’s a little ungrateful fucker.”

“Who is he?”

“Some foot freak that Robin knows from high school or something. He asked her to shrink him so he could like fuck her feet or something weird. She said I could have him for the weekend.”

“This is so fucked.”

“LOL! It’s actually a craze among some people in the States. They’re called shrinkees. I took some pictures on Instagram and my feed is blowing up.”

“So, you let him fuck your feet.”

“Oh God No! That’s disgusting. I let him hang around my shoes and this little fucker was so ungrateful.”

Howard tilted his head sideways in refutation as Rachel smirked back at him while Sam continued to ogle. Rachel then tilted her sole towards her to see if there were still some crumbs stuck to her foot. She leaned a bit forward to see them and then placed her sole back in front of Howard.

“Come on,” she ordered, “finish your breakfast.”

Howard reached out and began picking the crumbs off her sole and depositing them in his mouth.

“No!”, Rachel commanded, “not like that. Lick your food off my foot like a good little shrinkee.”

Howard contemplated ignoring her wishes but his sexual urges got the better of him and he returned to sniffing and licking her foot. Each time he’d lick a crumb off her foot, he’d lean in and rub his dick against her sole. It was just subtle enough that Rachel didn’t seem to notice.

“He’s now my little bitch,” Rachel commented.

“This is kinda creeping me out,” Sam confessed before standing up and turning to leave. “Men are so fucking weird.”

Rachel laughed loudly. “I think you’re just jealous,” she teased.

“You attract really weird guys,” Sam continued as she left the living room. “When are you going try girls and realize they’re way better?” Rachel just laughed and returned to eating her breakfast or lunch? Howard wasn’t sure what time it was.

With Sam out of the room, Howard took the opportunity to stroke his hardened erection as he was within kissing distance of Rachel’s massive foot. Her scent was intoxicating and her smooth sole was arousing as he touched his face and lips against it.

Rachel put the last spoonful of frosted flakes into her mouth. She tilted the bowl to her lips to slurp up the milk and then retracted her foot from the coffee table to stand up. Howard was suddenly exposed for Rachel to see him jerking off. He immediately stopped and looked up at her disgusted face.

“EW!” she blurted out. “What’s wrong with you?” Howard used both his hands to hide is boner from her appalled face.

Rachel jumped off the couch and bounced into the kitchen to deposit her bowl into the kitchen sink before returning to pick up an embarrassed Howard and carry him back to her room.

Howard stumbled about Rachel’s enormous bed spread as she slowly sat down at the head of the bed. She stuffed her pillows behind her back and leaned upon them as she placed her feet flat upon the bed between herself and Howard.

“Did you enjoy your breakfast?” she asked mockingly.

Howard just stared up at her huge, grinning face.

“I bet you won’t be calling me any names anymore eh?” Rachel commented. She then continued to study him as he just stood awkwardly at the foot of the bed waiting for what was about to come next. Rachel shifted forward and hugged her knees while she picked at her feet with her fingers.

“You’re really enjoying this aren’t you?” she asked as she looked at Howard’s boner.

“Not really,” Howard shot back.

Rachel gasped in surprise. “But you have a boner right now, so you must be liking this,” she reasoned.

“Can you take me back to Robin?” he requested calmly.

Rachel raised her eyebrows and her mouth opened slightly. “I wouldn’t have made you eat off my foot if you didn’t call me the C-word.”

“Rachel,” Howard began to explain, “You left me alone in your room all night long last night. I had no food, no water. It wasn’t very nice of you.”

Rachel smiled sheepishly. “I’m sorry, I intended to come home last night, but… well, one thing lead to another and I had a change of plans… I’m sorry.”

“Look,” Howard continued, “I think we want different things. I’m not going to lie, I like being shrunk and I do like feet and I was expecting to be taking care of your feet and stuff, not cleaning your shoes and sleeping on the floor. And you. I think you just want like a little pet to take pictures with and stuff. That’s not my thing. Let’s just let bygones be bygones and move on. Take me back to Robin and we’ll just pretend that none of this every happened.”

Rachel sighed. “I’m sorry about last night and if I haven’t said it yet, thank you for cleaning my shoes. Look, I’d like to watch some Netflix now. How about I let you rub my feet for a bit and then we’ll see if you still want to go back to Robin?”

Howard looked up at Rachel’s face. She had one eyebrow raised as she awaited his response. He mulled over her proposition briefly. He was tired, sore and still slightly hungry but he didn’t want to turn down the chance to finally be one on one with Rachel’s gorgeous feet. He looked down at Rachel’s feet ahead of him. Her fingertips were resting on top of them as her purple toes glistened under the light. He glanced back up at her awaiting face.

“Okay,” he replied smoothly. Rachel burst into a huge smile and leapt off the bed.

“Stay right there,” she insisted as she left the room to go retrieve something. Moments later she returned with a bottle of foot lotion in her hand. Steadily she repositioned her self on to her bed but this time outstretched her legs towards Howard. The soles of her feet faced him and she flexed her toes downwards as she leaned forward. She unscrewed the cap off the bottle of lotion and squirted a generous amount into the lid. Carefully she placed the lid down on the bed beside her feet and leaned back. Howard watched as her toes wiggled excitedly while she placed the bottle of lotion down on the bed side table.

“How about you rub some lotion onto my feet,” she inquired. “How does that sound?”

Howard nodded as he continued to inspect her soles directly in front of him. Her feet were clean except for a few bits of carpet fuzz stuck to them. Wrinkles formed and disappeared along her sole while the ball would flush between red and white as she wiggled her toes. While Rachel leaned over to get her iPad, Howard approached her feet and rubbed his hands along her damp sole. He inhaled deeply the mix of soap and foot sweat. There were still some crumbs smashed into the flesh of her right foot. He began to rub along the underside of her toes feeling the soft skin.

Suddenly the foot retreated slightly as Rachel stared down at him. “I’m okay with you touching my feet and stuff but I don’t want you jerking off okay?”

Howard stared up at her concerned face. He was aroused and in a state of sexual frustration that had lasted for about an hour now. Rachel noticed his pleading face.

“I’m serious,” she responded to Howard’s silent request. “I don’t want your … jizz or whatever on my feet or on my bed.”

Howard sighed and reached down to pick up a handful of foot lotion. It smelt of coconut and peaches. He rubbed the blob of lotion onto Rachel’s left foot and began to smear it across the ball of her foot. The sound of tapping on the iPad indicated that Rachel was no longer staring at him and soon the sound of a sitcom belted out of the speakers on her tablet. She shuffled slightly to get more comfortable causing her feet to rise slightly before Howard’s eyes, momentarily blocking her face from view before returning to rest on the bed.

Howard continued to smear the foot lotion all over Rachel’s soles as she stared down at her iPad. Testing her concentration, Howard rubbed the tip of his erect penis across her sole and gauged her reaction. Rachel didn’t even bat an eye and he rubbed his dick again the other way. It felt good and he pondered that perhaps Rachel was too engrossed in her Netflix show to notice. Seizing the opportunity and disregarding her earlier direction, he smothered his right hand with foot lotion and began to stroke his enraged cock as he rubbed along the soft flesh of her sole with his left hand. Howard inched closer to her foot and gently pressed his chest against the tips of her toes, feeling them softly push against his pecs. He stroked his cock while he rubbed the tip lightly against Rachel’s now oily sole. Howard sniffed in the scent of foot sweat, mixed with foot lotion and with greater courage he began to rub his hands between Rachel’s toes. He allowed his forearm to enter between the soft flesh of her toes, feeling the heat all around his arm and playfully thrusting and retracing his limb between them. With his arm covered in foot lotion, it glided effortlessly. Rachel unconsciously flexed her toes, causing Howard’s arm to become fastened between the increased pressure of her toes. He gasped softly and gripped his cock harder at the sensation, but made sure that Rachel was too busy watching her show to notice his actions. Several seconds later, her toes released her grip on his arms and Howard continued to jack off more assertively now as Rachel’s eyes had not left her tablet screen. He was convinced that she was too tired to notice his indiscretions.

Sexual pressure began to build up in Howard as he continued to watch Rachel’s face for signs of change so he wouldn’t get caught. However, the pleasure built up over time and he strained to hold back his orgasm. Howard glanced back down at Rachel’s pretty toes pressed against his chest before one final stroke of his cock launched a surge of ejaculate onto Rachel’s beautiful sole. Involuntarily Howard moaned in pleasure. Loud enough for Rachel to hear as she instantly looked down at the doll sized man at her feet. She watched him squirm as she felt something lightly squirt against her foot.

“What the fuck?” she blurted out loudly as she bent her right knee and brought her foot closer to her to inspect the sole. Howard immediately released his pulsing dick as the cover of her foot disappeared and he struggled to appear normal before being exposed. He panicked as Rachel leaned in to inspect her sole and with her right hand poked at the tiny droplets of semen now dripping down her foot.

Howard walked towards her as his mind raced to quickly find a suitable fib to tell. “It’s not what you think,” he quickly interjected as he noticed Rachel’s face slowly turn into disgust.

“EW!” she shrieked as she wiped the ejaculate on her fingers onto her legs. She glared down at Howard with a horrid look on her face as he slowly walked towards her.

“I can explain,” he tried to reassure her. Her face suddenly disappeared behind the sole of her right foot as it sped recklessly towards him. Before Howard could fathom what was going on, the sole smashed painfully into his body and sent him flying backwards through the air. Rachel’s left leg and foot sailed past him as he soared past. The bed spread disappeared below him and Howard screamed in fear as the side of the bed rose up while he plummeted to the floor below. With a sickening thud he landed square on his back. Winded and struggling to breath he tired to pick him self up but couldn’t feel his legs.

Rachel shrieked loudly and quickly flung out of bed. “Oh no! Oh no! Oh no! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!”, she howled as she danced about the room staring down at Howard’s awkwardly positioned body. She bent down right beside him and carefully poked his ribs.

“Are you okay?” she inquired worryingly.

“I’m in pain,” Howard wheezed.

Rachel shot back up and continued to watch Howard struggle as she froze in panic.

“Can you move?” she asked as she prodded him gently with her big toe.

Howard groaned in pain when her huge toe jabbed him in the ribs. “I can’t feel my legs,” he stammered back at Rachel.

Rachel turned around and hobbled over to her beside table. “Shit! Shit! Shit!” she repeated as she scrambled through her phone before finally bringing it up to her ear.

“Hey!”, she cried into the phone, “it’s Rachel, I need your help, I think I broke him?... he fell off my bed and now he can’t move… I don’t know what to do?”

Howard moaned and stretched out his arms, hoping that he could somehow snap his spine back into place. He watched as Rachel carefully wandered over to him. She stood directly above him and watched him squirm in anguish as she spoke on her phone.

“He says he can’t feel his legs. Oh, Robin! This is bad, this is really bad. We gotta do something, I don’t wanna get into trouble.”

Rachel nodded and acknowledged what Robin was saying as she continued to watch Howard as he now struggled to lift his upper body up with his hands.

“Okay. Okay. I’ll be right over.”

Rachel hung up her phone and immediately bounded over to her closet. She threw some old clothes and shoes behind her on the bed as she scrambled to find something. Meanwhile Howard lay back down in distress as he could no longer take the excruciating pain he was experiencing when he tried to sit up. The floor thundered as Rachel approached. She bent down beside him and carefully pinched his ribs with her right hand and lifted him up off the ground. Howard yelled loudly in pain before he was gently lowered into a shoe box. Before he could even say anything to Rachel, she threw the lid on top and left him in the darkness with his own thoughts.

Many agonizing minutes passed as Howard lay in darkness. He heard Rachel shuffle about her room before his prison was lifted up and shook gently while she left her apartment. He heard the car engine roar to life and the music blare out of her stereo system as his prison vibrated gently during the car ride. He heard the engine cease and the music suddenly stop before a car door opened and his dark cage lifted up and swayed while Rachel marched over to a house. He heard Robin’s voice as she tried to console Rachel who was sobbing. Eventually light flooded his confinement and he stared up at Robin’s huge face as she studied him.

“I don’t want to go to prison,” Rachel sniffed.

Robin reached into the shoebox and prodded Howard. She light pushed on his shoulders, chest and ribs.

“Robin,” Howard coughed, “You need to take me to a hospital.”

“Shh,” Robin cooed before prodding his hips. Howard yelled out in pain and Robin quickly extracted her fingers. “Sorry,” she muttered.

“Is it bad?” Rachel asked.

“Not sure,” Robin replied before she encircled Howard’s chest with her right hand and lifted him out of the shoebox. Howard groaned in pain as he was now lifted up out of his prison and could see that he was in the living room. Rachel and Robin were seated on the couch as the shoebox lay on the coffee table in front of them. Robin gripped his legs with her other hand and slowly twisted them about. Howard yelled loudly in pain but she just ignored him as she felt the resistance his hips and lower back were exhibiting against her movements.

“This is not good,” she commented before placing a crumbling Howard back into the shoebox.

Rachel covered her mouth with her hands in shock. Her eyes began to well up.

“Please Robin,” she pleaded, “you have to help me. What do we do? I can’t go to prison.”

“How did he fall off the bed?” Robin asked.

Rachel began to sniff and her voice cracked. “I kicked him.”

“You kicked him?”

“I was furious with him. He jerked off onto my foot when I told him not to. And then he just went flying. I didn’t mean to hurt him!”

Robin looked back down at Howard in the shoebox.

“You jerked off onto her foot when she told you not to?” she sternly asked him.

“Robin, please,” he cried back, “just enlarge me and get me to a hospital. Quick!”

Robin stared down silently at Howard as Rachel continued to sniff and wipe away tears.

“Did you tell anyone else I was going to shrink you?” Robin eventually asked Howard.

“No,” he replied.

Without saying another word, Robin placed the lid of the shoebox back on it and encased Howard in darkness once again. Through the cardboard walls, Howard heard her console Rachel and then their voices grew softer and disappeared as they walked away to discuss their options. He on the other hand continued to squirm in pain for several minutes wondering what was taking them so long. He was furious at their lack of assistance.

Without warning, Howard’s prison lifted and shook gently as he sensed himself being carried about. Doors opened and closed and then light filled his vision as he could see that the shoebox was inside the DownSizer chamber with Robin leaning over it. She gently lifted Howard out of his prison and placed him on the cold floor of the chamber.

“Oh, Robin. Thank you.” Howard cried graciously. Robin smiled back at him and then rose to her feet. She carefully exited backwards out of the chamber and Howard saw Rachel standing at the door. She looked like she had stopped crying and softly smiled at Howard as well before Robin closed the chamber door. Howard breathed heavily as the machine whirled to life. He closed his eyes and blocked his ears to drown out the blinding light and deafening noise as he felt the floor below him shift with his increasing size.

The light and sound ceased and Howard opened his eyes in the darkness. He swung his arms about, hoping to feel the walls of the chamber. Robin opened the door and peered inside. Howard’s vision became clearer and to his horror, he realized his was smaller, much smaller. Robin’s enormous pink sock lifted over the lip of the chamber entrance and slowly lowered down between Howard and the door. Her other pink sock came to rest beside it. She carefully bent down onto her haunches and stared reassuringly down at Howard as she pinched his chest with her finger and thumb of her right hand and lifted him off the floor. Howard groaned in pain in her grip. He estimated he was 4 or 5 inches tall.

“Shh. Shh,” Robin cooed as she deposited him into the palm of her left hand. “Everything will be okay.”

Howard was once again plunged into darkness as Robin covered him with her right hand. Howard lay motionless and confused against the warm skin of Robin’s hand. He felt safe and reassured in her grasp but wondered why he was now smaller. He swayed gently in her palm and felt Robin move about the house and climb some steps.

Eventually Robin’s right hand lifted away and she smiled sweetly down at him as she pinched his chest and lifted him out of her palm. Howard saw that he was in the washroom. Rachel stood behind Robin and carefully eyed Howard as he was lowered down below Robin’s knees and placed onto his back in the middle of the stadium sized bathtub. Howard glanced about the white porcelain walls and then back at Robin as she rose to her feet.

“What’s going on?” he asked nervously.

Robin reached her right hand out to the vanity beside her and used it to steady herself as she raised her right foot up to her hips. With her left hand, she dug into her jeans and removed her pink sock. Dumping it on the floor in front of her. She repeated with the other foot. Rachel just stared blankly at Howard as he squirmed in the bath tub.

“Robin. I need to go to the hospital!” he yelled up at them.

Robin remained silent and carefully eased herself over the rim of the bathtub. She stood at the end of the tub and placed her feet together.

“Look,” she began to explain, “your back is definitely broken and you’ll probably never walk again. Now that’s a terrible life to live isn’t it?”

Howard stared up at her enormous body anxiously. She wore jeans and had a purple t-shirt on.

“Also,” she continued, “you jerked off onto Rachel’s body when she told you not to. That’s kind of like… rape. That’s a really creepy, rapey thing to do.”

“Yeah!” Rachel piped in, “you pretty much raped me.”

Howard just stared back and forth between the two girls in disbelief.

“And…”, Robin added, “there’s a pretty big chance that shrinking you and injuring you might get us into big trouble. We were discussing the ethics of shrinking people at uni and it’s likely that Rachel and I will go to jail if anyone found out.”

“Robin!” Howard yelled out desperately, “I promise, I won’t tell anyone! Please. Just take me to the hospital.”

Robin lifted up her left foot and lowered it onto it’s toes on the rim of the bathtub. Howard stared up at her sole as it stretched from the top of the porcelain wall to her heel. She bent down and with her hands slowly folded the hem of her jean pants upwards, forming a cuff above her ankle.

“And when you show up the hospital all broken and stuff and the doctors ask you what happened? They’ll figure out that we shrunk you and call the police.” Robin shot back.

“I won’t tell them anything. I swear,” Howard pleaded.

Robin lowered her left foot back into the tub and placed her right foot on the edge. She bent down again and once again folded the hem of her jeans into a cuff above her ankle. Robin kept her right foot on the edge of the tub. Her toes gripping the lip. She stood back up and stared down at Howard.

“I just can’t take that risk,” she replied calmly, “Rachel and I can’t afford to go to prison. I’m sorry it’s ended up this way. But we decided that the best thing to do would be to just squish you and pretend that none of this ever happened.”

Howard’s mouth shot open in disbelief as Robin lifted her right foot off the top of the tub and lowered it back down below her. She shrugged her shoulders down at Howard.

“Sorry,” she stated.

“Sorry,” Rachel added as she leaned in a little closer to look at him and raised her eyebrows, “but it’s kinda your fault.”

“WHAT!?” Howard screamed. Rachel shot back up at his outburst.

“If you didn’t jerk off onto Rachel like she asked then you wouldn’t be in this position,” Robin fired back. “It’s your fault she ended up kicking you.”

“Yeah!” Rachel huffed, “It’s your fault I kicked you off the bed.”

“What makes you think you can just jerk off onto a girl without her permission. You’re disgusting a perv,” Robin sneered.

Robin! Please don’t squish me,” Howard pleaded.

“I’m sorry, but I have to.”

“You can’t do this. We’re friends.”

“Are we?” she asked surprised. “I mean, we never really hung out in school. And just because we friends on Facebook doesn’t mean we’re friends in real life. Besides, I wouldn’t want to be friends with a creep like you.”

 Howard stared up in shock.

“Oh! That reminds me!” Robin quickly declared. “We need to remove any pictures we have of him.”

“Oh yeah,” Rachel agreed as she pulled her phone out of her pocket and began scrolling through it.

“We need to eliminate any trace that he was even in my house,” Robin affirmed.

Rachel tapped away at her screen before settling on something that caught her eye. “Oh, look at this,” she uttered excitedly as she shuffled closer to Robin and tilted her phone towards her. Rachel pressed on her phone’s screen and Howard could hear music blasting and people shrieking blare out of the phone’s speakers.

“Was that from the party last night?” Robin asked.

“Uh-huh,” Rachel replied.

“Oh my god, that’s crazy.”

“I have another one, watch this.”

As the two giant women were distracted with Rachel’s videos, Howard used all his might to flip his body around onto his stomach with his arms despite the immense pain it caused him to do so. With his hands gripping onto the porcelain floor, he dragged his body further and further away from Robin’s impending stature towards the other end of the tub. He wasn’t quite sure what he would do just yet but he needed to escape. Perhaps he could crawl into the drain pipe and hide there or crawl through the sewage system for help.

“You should have come,” Rachel pronounced.

“Ugh. I don’t know, I think those guys are losers.”

Suddenly there was an uncomfortable silence. Howard could feel the girl’s eyes burning on him. He dared not look back in fear as he slowly continued his agonizing crawl to the drain. He heard Rachel giggle.

“And where do you think you’re going?” Robin asked out loudly.

Howard heard the sound of foot flesh peeling off the porcelain tub and he turned his head backwards to see Robin’s enormous right foot slowly extend out above him. The underside of Robin’s ball and toes were glowing red as they shifted above him and then lowered down onto his back. The ball of Robin’s huge foot rested on his legs. Howard instantly felt the weight. The index and 3rd toe rested powerfully onto his back forcing his chest onto the floor as the extra mass was no match for his tiny arms. Howard could smell light foot sweat and he noticed a ball of pink sock fuzz was stuck to her big toe as it rested beside his body.

Without a care in the world, the mighty foot added pressure and then using skin on skin friction, twisted Howard’s body onto his back as he yelled out in pain.

“Oh, stop whining!” Robin commanded, “it’ll be over soon.”

Through teary eyes, Howard watched as Robin’s massive foot lifted off his body and then repositioned onto his lower body with his legs now under her huge toes. Her toenails were painted a bright orange and reflected the light onto his face as they scrunched up and grabbed a hold of his legs. Howard could not feel the weight on his lower legs but felt more pain as his body was dragged along the bottom of the tub towards Robin as she pulled his legs with her foot. He yelled out but neither Robin nor Rachel seemed concerned as they gazed down at him.

Robin looked over at Rachel. “You sure you don’t want to squish him?” she asked.

“Um, no, you do it,” Rachel replied indifferently.

“Okay,” Robin replied casually as she lifted up her right foot.

Howard stared up as her foot raised up into the air. He stared at the sole of her foot. A lonely freckle punctuated the otherwise flawless sole. Robin raised her toes, causing the skin to stretch over the sole. Howard breathed heavily in anguish. Why was this happening? How could Robin be so cruel? He wished he was in a different time and place. He thought back to when he was first introduced to Robin’s massive feet and how enamored he was for them. Now though, the same object that once brought delight and excitement was about to end his life.

Robin’s face disappeared behind her massive foot as it lowered onto Howard’s tiny body.

“Guess this is it,” she commented as the sole grew larger and larger. Howard noticed Rachel bend down and lower her face so she could continue to see his body beneath Robin’s lowering foot until her face disappeared as the descending sole prevented him from seeing above the edge of the bath tub. Howard stared up at the underside of Robin’s index toe as the ball of her foot rested heavily on his chest. The toe curled downwards and wrapped over his face. The side of her big toe rested against his right check. His nose was pressed uncomfortably into the flesh of her toe and he could smell the pungent aroma of sweaty feet. The ball of her foot felt cold and damp against his chest. He was struggling to breath as his ribcage could not expand against the hefty weight of the sweaty foot on his chest. Howard remained in this cramped position for several seconds. Perhaps Robin was having second thoughts about crushing him.

“What’s wrong?” Rachel asked as she sensed Robin’s hesitation.

“Nothing,” she replied quickly before letting her full weight collapse down on tiny Howard beneath her foot. Robin felt his body pop beneath her sole and warm blood flooded between her toes and under her foot.

“Ew!” she shrieked as she lifted up her foot to inspect the gooey remains. Howards lower legs were all that maintained their form while the rest of his body was a flattened mess of blood, guts and skin.

“Eww!” Rachel added squeamishly.

Robin pressed down on Howard’s lower legs to grind them up too and then jabbed repeatedly at Howard’s remains with her foot to ensure that he was completely unrecognizable.

“He popped like a grape,” Robin smirked. She then reached up to grab the shower head from the wall and turned the water on. Using the torrid of water from the shower head, she washed Howard’s smashed body parts off her sole and toes and together with the blood and guts on the floor of the bathtub sprayed them down the drain.

Robin then turned the water off and replaced the shower head back into its cradle. She hopped out of the tub onto the bath mat and grabbed a towel from the rack. She sat down on the toilet seat and used the towel to dry her feet. Once her foot was dry, she twisted it and turned it to inspect that nothing of Howard remained on her foot. She inspected her sole and between her toes before placing the towel back on the rack and exiting the washroom with Rachel.

“How did it feel?” Rachel asked as they descended down the stairs.

“It felt… kinda good,” Robin replied suspiciously.

“Really?”

“Yeah. Is that bad. Am I an evil person?” Robin asked for reassurance.

“It had to be done. We discussed it. There was no other way.”

“Yeah I know. But I thought I’d feel bad squishing him but I actually don’t.”

“Yeah?”

Robin came to a stop on the steps.

“Yeah. I don’t know how to describe it,” she said with a slight smile, “but I feel kinda… powerful... You know like a powerful god, I just… like a guy I knew was literally begging me for his life… in that moment I was his whole world, I decided his fate… and I just squished him, like he was a bug.”

“Yeah, but he deserved it,” Rachel added reassuringly.

“That’s just it,” Robin continued as she looked at Rachel, “I sort of administered vigilante justice. I actually enjoyed feeling him squirm under my foot. The power I had over him was… almost like…” Robin paused and smiled embarrassingly. “It kinda turned me on,” she whispered, “I felt like a superhero.”

“Aw, I want to squish someone now,” Rachel added.

“I don’t think we should shrink anyone anymore,” Robin insisted. “At least not for a little while.”