October

“Okay, so you wanted candy corn,” Laurie said, placing a bag on the counter, “then a cat Halloween costume for Marshmallow…” she showed the feline pirate outfit to Evan, who nodded as she laid it on the counter next to him.

“I assume I’m supposed to put that on him?” Eve asked, her arms crossed. She wasn’t sure what she was supposed to do during Laurie’s visits, it irked her that Evan used the other woman’s presence to brazenly move around in the open like this.

“Yeah, but just for Halloween,” Evan said with a smile. “Also, you need to replace the air conditioning filter.”

“Why can’t you have her do it?” Eve asked, pointing at Laurie.

The blonde rolled her eyes, “The reason that Evan here puts up with a sociopath like you trying to turn him into a pet is that you’re supposed to do that kind of thing. If I do it, we won’t have any need for you now, will we?”

“Fine,” Eve muttered, eyeing the large replacement filter Laurie had left on the table, “I guess it’s a good idea to get used to maintaining the house, after all I’m going to own it pretty soon.”

“That’s the spirit,” Laurie said, “between us big people though? I’m pretty sure half the reason you’re here is because Evan gets off on the idea of making a full-size person do all his grunt work.”

“Sure do,” Evan laughed, causing Eve’s face to go crimson.

“I am going to spit in your water bottle every day,” Eve seethed, “then we’ll see who thinks it’s funny to make big people do their grunt work!”

“Eve,” Evan said, doing a faux thoughtful stroke of his chin, “if I bought a cocktail kit, would you mix drinks for me?”

“Mix drinks for you-“ She scowled, “you are just digging the hole deeper tiny!”

“Would you two fuck and get it over with already!” Laurie laughed. The two of them froze, silence filling the room. Laurie’s face went pale, “oh my god, you did,” she muttered.

“I-It was an elaborate ruse to catch him,” Eve said quickly. “It didn’t quite pan out, but-“

“I saw through it from the start,” Evan said, “I just uh…”

“You two both need therapy,” Laurie muttered, turning to leave, “I’ll see you next week Evan, try not to fall for any more honey traps.” The door slammed a moment later.

Eve’s gaze drifted back over to Evan, who was eyeing the candy corn bag, “hey,” he said slowly, “uh, Laurie forgot to open this.”

Eve rolled her eyes and walked over to the bag. Evan backed away from it, making sure to stay out of arm’s reach from her as she tore it open. She popped a few pieces of the candy into her mouth, chewing them thoughtfully as he waited. She smiled and grabbed a few more.

“Hey save some of those for me,” he said.

“Oh, you want these?” she mocked, holding the candy corn bag towards him slightly, “come get them!” She paused, “you know, if I had a tiny man, he could eat all the candy corn he wanted.”

“Bullshit, you threaten to put me on nutri-pellets like every other day,” he said.

“For your health though, I’m going to hold on to these,” she said with a smirk.

“How thoughtful of you,” he muttered.

Eve laughed as she took his candy and walked away, the click of her heels along the tiled floor accentuating her small victory.

…

Evan grunted, slamming the thumb tack into the bark of the tree as he adjusted his twine harness. Climbing a tree was a more herculean effort than it had been, but much more rewarding too. The oak in the front yard was full of the red and yellows of fall, a few leaves falling here and there across the yard. He looked down over the landscape with a grin, forcing himself higher.

The autumn sun hung low in the sky, giving the long shadows of the tree and house a somewhat ominous look over the swampy wetlands surrounding the property. Although the days still managed to be muggy, there was a hint of a chill on the breeze as it ruffled the leaves around him.

Evan took off the climbing harness and walked out onto one of the branches, wiping sweat from his forehead and enjoying the view. He smiled with satisfaction, shrinking took a lot away from him, but it had brought its own share of small pleasures, no pun intended.

“Enjoying yourself?” Eve called up to him.

He glanced down to see her, standing at the tree’s trunk. She had a smug grin on her face, and a carrying terrarium at her side like one would use to transport a small animal. In her other hand she had a hockey mask, and as he peered down at her in confusion, she slipped it on, covering her face.

“Hi Eve, nice afternoon, isn’t it?” he called.

“I’ve been watching you,” she said, her voice muffled by the hockey mask. “You like to come out and play in the yard… So I figured I’d just wait.” She spread her arms triumphantly, “no secret hidey holes out here!” She pointed up at the branch he was on, “and you’re up in a tree, with no way down!”

He gently reached back for his bow and quiver, then paused. He grinned as he realized why she’d put on the hockey mask, and he noticed it even had a pair of plastic inserts to protect her eyes. He’d started to worry that she wouldn’t ever try anything but grabbing at him when he was in the open. His heartbeat picked up, excitement coursing through him as he began to think about ways to escape.

Eve seemed to notice his hesitation, “That’s right tiny,” she called up, “I realized I was going to have to really think for this one!”

“A new experience, I’m sure!” he called down with a smile. He ignored her fuming and stood up on the branch, trying to calculate how far he could leap. He frowned as he realized that the grass and weeds around the tree were cut a lot shorter than the rest of the lawn, he wouldn’t be scurrying through the undergrowth.

“That’s right,” Eve shouted up at him, “no ground cover! You made me handle all the lawn care stuff, so I decided to make a little request when the landscaper came by this week! Extra short everything around the tree!”

“Damnit,” he muttered, she’d planned ahead… this was a lot more than he’d given her credit for.

“Starting to regret making me do all your grunt work?” Eve crowed triumphantly.

“Not at all, you’re doing a great job!” he teased.

Mentally he was calculating a landing, shrinkees were pretty durable, but a fall from this height could still break a bone. Not that broken bones were a huge hassle for him of course, tiny people healed so fast that he would be walking right after a few hours, but he certainly wouldn’t be running from a giantess after snapping his fibula. He thought over the bow again, her face was protected, and his “arrows” were too weak to penetrate most clothing, but she had some exposed skin on her arm… No, that would just piss her off, and not in the right way either.

His thoughts were interrupted by the branch suddenly shaking, and he hurriedly steadied himself. His heart sank as he saw a massive butterfly net poking at the branch, trying to work its way around the tree’s leaves and get at him.

“Come here you!” Eve shouted. She pushed again, causing the leaves to rustle and some of the colored foliage to fall around her as she tried to force Evan into the net.

He quickly looked around, hoping to see anything that would cushion his fall. Briefly his gaze lingered over Eve, although the temperature was dropping she was still wearing an open topped shirt, her cleaving bouncing slightly as she poked at the branch with the net. A wild thought crossed his mind, and he stifled a giggle as he prepared to leap.

With a cry he flew through the air, his arms and legs flailing. Eve’s eyes went wide with shock as she saw where he was aiming, but it was too late for her to move. She squealed in surprise as his body landed in her cleavage with a light slapping sound, and she dropped her tools, going for him even as he squirmed lower.

Her breasts had definitely provided the soft landing he needed, and he took a deep breath of her lilac scented skin, the lingering smell of her soap mixing with the slight tinge of her sweat. Her skin was just oily enough that he could force his way down, fighting through the squeezing soft globes around him even as she fumbled with her top, trying to grip his foot. He felt himself wriggle free, sliding down through the fabric of her shirt. Light met his eyes and he did his best to flip himself, landing if not on his feet, then at least not on his head.

“What the hell!?” Eve muttered, her head darting down. With a growl she lifted a foot over him, trying to stomp him into the grass and pin him in place, but he was already moving even when her tennis shoe slammed into the ground behind him, causing a brief gust of wind through his hair and shaking the ground slightly.

He sprinted with all his might towards the porch. He could slip underneath it; he had an entrance underneath the front steps and if he could reach it-

The butterfly net slammed down around him, and he was swept off his feet as Eve quickly twirled the handle, sweeping him up in it. He quickly became tangled, and with surprising speed her hands snaked up the pole and gripped the bottom part of the net, cutting off the top as an option to escape.

“Yes!” She said, fighting the urge to jump up and down, “YES YES YES!” She laughed for a minute, savoring the feeling of the tiny man caught up in the net. With a happy sigh she brought the net over to the open carrying terrarium, dumping Evan in unceremoniously and then quickly clicking the lid latch closed. Discarding the net, she almost skipped back to the house, jostling her tiny captive in the plastic container.

Marshmallow meowed a happy greeting as she strutted into the house, collapsing in the armchair to view her prize. She held the plastic container up to her face, her grinning face filling his field of vision. Evan stared at her defiantly, forcing himself to remain calm. He’d always expected to be trapped at some point, and he reminded himself of that as his heart rate picked up, this was nothing to be scared of, he just had to wait for the opportunity to get out again. It wasn’t over until she had him at the vet and chipped.

Her fingers tapped the plastic walls of his prison, interrupting his thought, “So what now tiny? Got a little saw in there?”

“Nope,” he admitted, crossing his arms. “I’m just going to wait for you to fuck up.”

“You know, our little… encounter last month has really has me rethinking this whole tiny slave thing,” Eve mused, her breath fogging the glass slightly. “I think that maybe it could be… mutually enjoyable?”

“You’re constantly threatening to torture me,” he said with a smirk, “that sounds kind of one-sided.”

“You are just the cockiest little shit,” she muttered, biting her lip, “take the clothes off.”

He blinked, “what?”

“When your goddess says take the clothes off, you take the clothes off!” she said, her voice raising a bit. She shook the cage slightly, giggling as the tiny man was tossed around inside of it, his head hitting the side with a *thunk*.

He growled, rubbing his head as he stood up, but he reached down to the hem of his shirt. Eve’s eyes lit up excitedly as he pulled it off, letting her see his bare chest. A slight sheen of sweat covered his abs, and Eve’s mouth went dry as she leaned in closer, enjoying the show. He tossed his bow and quiver down too, the wooden toothpick-arrows rattling slightly.

“The pants,” she rasped. He reached for his waist, making eye contact and trying to decide whether to be annoyed or flattered. She rolled her eyes, “come on, it’s not like I haven’t seen it already!”

“Oh, so do I have permission to spy on you changing then?” he teased.

“You’ll never get the chance ever again,” Eve spat, watching his pants fall. “Mmm… nice,” she whispered, seeing his naked body in full. She lowered the cage, glaring down at him through the plastic air slats in the top. “You know Evan, they say all tiny guys eventually develop a thing for feet.” She shrugged, “some combination of being around them so much, and all the pheromones and stuff just overwhelming your tiny senses.”

“Yeah, just like your amazing pussy was going to turn me into a hypnotized slave,” he said.

“Let’s test it then,” Eve replied with a sultry grin.

She placed the carrying container on the ground, unbuckling the top with one smooth motion. Evan peered up at the smooth plastic sides, he could definitely jump higher than he could before he’d shrunk, relatively anyway, but it looked too high to clear. He watched inside the container as Eve kicked off her tennis shoes, then peeled her socks off with a hooked finger, letting them tumble to the carpet with a pair of muffled *thumps* he could feel at this size. She flexed her toes, and even from here he could smell the stale odor of sweat.

“It’s starting to get colder; you can definitely feel it at night,” she chuckled, “but out here? With all these wetlands?” She hovered her enormous foot over the top of the terrarium, “it still gets pretty muggy.”

For a moment Evan thought about diving for the bow, discarded on the far side of the terrarium, but he found himself watching her flexing toes, awestruck. The smell washed over him, the stale and almost vinegary odor of a foot that had spent all day in a sock… why did it smell good?

“What’s that I see?” Eve giggled.

He looked down in shock and realized he had a raging erection, “I…” his heart was racing, that stupid foot thing couldn’t possibly be true, could it? Slowly, deliberately, her foot started moving lower, filling the terrarium. She was moving at a speed that would easily let him dodge it, if he wanted to… but he didn’t move or fight back as her sole made contact with him, forcing his body down and eventually onto his back. The ripe odor filled his nostrils, and his skin was immediately coated by the thin sheen of oily sweat as the massive fleshy foot ground him into the hard plastic floor of the container.

“Let’s go ahead and assume the foot one was true then,” Eve giggled, “or… well, did you like feet before you shrank?”

“No!” he wheezed, “b-but maybe I just never- maybe it’s not related to shrinking?”

“Nature vs nurture, I get it,” Eve mused, slowly rubbing her sweaty foot up and down along his body, “at this point though, does it matter?” He groaned in pleasure as the soft skin of her foot rubbed against his manhood, lubricated by the pungent grime. She paused her motion, and he looked up at her pleadingly.

“Well?” he demanded, gripping her toes eagerly.

She laughed and rolled her eyes, “I’m not going to keep going unless you admit you love being at my feet.”

“Fine, I love being at your feet,” he said, teeth gritted.

“You didn’t mean it!” she said with a laugh, “beg to cum on your goddess’s soles!”

Evan gripped the two toes surrounding his head tighter, almost hard enough to make Eve cry out in surprise. He thought it over a moment, he hated it, but he really wanted this… It was just for fun, he reasoned, he should have fun with it.

“Please goddess,” he shouted, “please keep going, let me cum on your feet!”

“Fuck yes,” she said eagerly. She started moving her foot again, in a forceful slow rhythm that caused her tiny captive to spasm. “This is life for shrinkees, begging for favors beneath your owner’s feet!” She laughed as he moaned in pleasure, “don’t worry Evan, we’ve had our ups and downs, but I’m going to treat you as my special little pet.” She picked up her speed, and Evan’s eyes rolled back in his head as the pungent foot dominated his senses. He went limp as her toes seemed to clench around his head, and he came a moment later in a spray that seemed to last an eternity. His vision went white, his senses erased by the overwhelming beauty and power of Eve’s foot.

He blinked a moment later as the pressure on his body released. His ears had popped, and he took a breath and forced himself to focus as he saw her foot lifting off him. That had been… that had been something, that was for sure. He forced his mind to stop asking himself questions, he could sort out his issues, and he certainly DID have issues, when he was safely back in the walls.

“Wow,” Eve said, looking at the small wet spot on her sole, “that is a large load for a small guy.” She licked her thumb, running across the sole of her foot and easily scooping up what he’d left there. With a sucking noise she stuck it into her mouth, sucking his orgasm away in less than a second. She sighed happily and stood up, “You have no idea how happy I am to finally have this over,” she beamed. She leaned over and picked up one of her balled socks, tossing it into the terrarium before snapping the lid back shut. “Just a little treat for you,” she giggled, “since we both know you’re a foot guy now.”

Evan’s face wrinkled as the smell of the worn sock washed over him, adding insult to injury it rolled in his direction, knocking him off his feet as she picked up the carrying case and brought it to the kitchen. She placed him on the counter triumphantly, and with a giggle reached over to the bag of candy corn.

“A little treat for my good pet,” she taunted, opening the cage and letting a few of the sugary kernels drop in. “Now you just wait here, I’m going to call the vet and we’ll make an appointment to get you chipped.” She hummed as she left the room.

Evan grabbed one of the candy corn pieces, taking a large bite and savoring the flavor as he thought over his situation.

“Mrow,” Marshmallow leapt onto the counter, and Evan grinned.

“Hey,” he said, “come on kitty, don’t you want a belly rub?” he waved towards himself, and the cat stared at him dumbly. He rolled his eyes, “come on, you’ve knocked over literally everything I’ve ever put on this counter.” He fought a shout of triumph as the cat began pawing at the corner of the container. It didn’t’ take long before half the container was edged over the side of the counter, and he braced himself as the curious tabby gave it the final push.

“Yes I’ve caught a tiny,” Eve said to the vet, “I’m looking for a standard chipping, and maybe some disciplinary supplies-“ She heard a crash and froze, “I’ll call you back!” she breathed, hanging up the phone. She ran towards the kitchen, and fought down a shout of rage as she saw the shattered plastic remains of her terrarium on the floor. Worse yet the candy corn bag was gone too, how the hell had he managed that? Her gaze drifted to the cat, his tail stupidly swishing behind him as he looked up at her.

“Meow?” Marshmallow intoned.

“Motherfucker,” she whispered angrily.

“Can you really blame the cat?” Evan called from the floor vent, “I mean he’s knocked so much of your stuff over; you should have expected this.”

“You begged to cum on my foot!” she fired back, “you took a step towards being mine, and you know it!” She grinned with satisfaction as he didn’t answer, the pitter patter of his footsteps through the vent telling her he’d fled rather than have THAT conversation.

…

“What’s up losers?” Laurie said, barging in through the front door. “Evan, you still a free man?”

“For now,” Eve muttered, looking up from her phone, “I’m wearing him down, any day now he’ll-“

“I’m trying to get Eve to fix the roof,” he said, appearing from nowhere. “Seriously, I think she’d be great at it if she’d just watch these youtube videos I sent her-“

“She has your number?” Laurie asked curiously. “You know she could track you with that.”

“The phone company just tells me he’s at this property,” Eve muttered, “and now he texts me all the time to be an asshole.” She looked around briefly, wondering where Evan’s phone was hidden.

“Yeah, he does that,” Laurie said with a chuckle, “Okay Evan, you ready for the yearly Halloween movie feature?”

“Night of the Living Dead!” he said excitedly, pumping his fist as he walked towards his giant friend.

“Isn’t that movie ancient?” Eve asked, putting her phone away.

“Sure is,” Laurie said, producing a blue-ray as she walked to the TV. “Evan can tell you the whole history of this piece of shit movie.”

“Don’t call Night that ever again,” Evan growled up at her.

“If you hate it, why are you here to watch it with him?” Eve asked, crossing her arms.

“My dad and I watched this movie every Halloween together for years,” Evan explained, “and Laurie watched it with me every year after he passed away.”

“Oh,” Eve said, shifting uncomfortably, “well, I’ve never seen it… and once you’re my slave I guess I’ll probably let you keep watching it…” she walked over and sat down on the couch. She glanced at the setting sun outside a moment, “will we get any trick or treaters out here?”

“Pfft,” Evan muttered walking along the floor, “the nearest house is over a mile away, we won’t see anyone.”

“I brought candy anyway,” Laurie said, walking to the kitchen with a bag of microwave popcorn. A box of something flew through the air and hit Eve in the face, causing the brunette to cry out in surprise and nearly fall over. “Milk duds!” she called.

“Hey, Eve,” Evan shouted from the floor, “pick me up and give me some of those.”

Eve froze, “you want me to… pick you up?” she asked curiously.

He shrugged, “Laurie’s here, and besides it’s a holiday, let’s call a truce.”

Eve hesitated, looking down at him. He simply held his arms up expectantly. With a frown she leaned over, sliding her thumb and forefinger under his armpits, half expecting him to bolt for the wall at any given moment. He didn’t, and in a slow, confused, movement, she drew him up to her lap and sat him down.

“The milk duds?” he said expectantly. She slid one out of the box, and handed it down to him, where he bit into like a ripe melon.

“How do you stay in shape eating this kind of crap all the time?” she asked, looking at the milk duds. “I swear you eat your body weight in candy every time you come out of hiding.”

“I spend half my day running away from you,” he retorted, “also I’ve got a bunch of jerky and nuts and stuff hidden in my stashes.”

“Stashes?” she asked.

“Yeah, what did you think I ate most of the time?”

“My leftovers,” she said slowly, “I even left them out deliberately so you wouldn’t go hungry…” she thought a moment, “if it hasn’t been you eating those then who-“

“Mrow!” the obese grey cat landed in Eve’s lap, causing her to exhale loudly from the force of the impact.

“Consider the mystery of why Marshmallow’s diet isn’t working solved,” Evan muttered.

“Who wants popcorn?” Laurie called.

“Just set it over here,” Evan shouted, his friend lowered the bowl, setting it on the couch next to Eve as the opening credits started to roll. He leapt out of her hands, causing her to start as he dove into the popcorn bowl. His face surfaced a moment later, butter marring his face as he took a bite of a huge piece. He saw Eve’s judgmental face and scowled, “Look,” he said, “nine out of ten things about shrinking suck, diving into a bowl of popcorn like a swimming pool is one of the tenth things.”

The movie started in full, and Eve found herself drawn in. The old black and white horror flick was one she’d never seen before; in fact, she hadn’t seen many horror movies at all. As the climax of the film approached and the zombies began tearing the rural farmhouse apart Eve couldn’t help but look around at their own house’s walls… how sturdy were they? She suddenly wondered. Evan’s tunnels couldn’t be helping the structural integrity. A sound behind them thumped and she jerked around, her heart pounding and then slowing as she saw Marshmallow hopping off the kitchen counter.

The movie came to an end, the ominous theme playing over the farmhouse as the credits rolled. Eve found herself shivering slightly, how could it have ended that way? What kind of movie told a story like that! She gulped slightly, listening to the wind whistling outside.

“Well guys, it’s been fun,” Laurie said. She stood up and stretched, pausing a moment, “Eve, before I head out, let Evan go.”

She gulped, not realizing she’d been holding the tiny man rather closely to her, “R-Right,” she muttered, “just seems fair.” Hesitantly, she lowered Evan down to the floor. The shrunken man almost casually walked towards the walls.

Eve suddenly felt oddly alone, “Uh, hey Laurie!” she said suddenly, “want to stick around for a few? Maybe watch something else?”

Laurie paused, an odd smile on her face, “Eve, you’re not… scared, are you?”

“No!” she said quickly, “I uh…” she shot a look at Evan, “I just want Evan to know I’m not going to grab him, because it’s a holiday and all, truces and all that.”

“Go for it,” Evan said with a smirk, “Look at me, I’m right out here in the open.”

Eve gulped, “Er…”

“Look, you don’t have to worry about zombies,” Laurie laughed, “you need to worry about the ghosts of all the dead guys Evan’s uncle killed when he was in the mob. He buried them all in the basement here.”

Eve’s face went white, “W-what?”

“It’s not true!” Evan shouted suddenly, “Eve, she’s full of shit!”

“They say he chopped them up so they’d all fit,” Laurie said in a low voice, “and when you hear the steps in the walls?” She whispered, “the ghosts of the rats he fed them to!”

“That’s ME in the walls!” Evan insisted, “and there is nothing paranormal going on here!”

“I’ll leave you guys to figure this one out,” Laurie chuckled, “good night!” she closed the door, leaving them alone with the sound of the cold autumn wind and the groaning of the old house.

Eve looked around, suddenly noticing all the dark corners. Marshmallow curled against her, seeming to sense her nervousness as sharp dry leaves clattered across the driveway. She gulped, trying to assure herself that her fears were ridiculous.

“Evan?” she said quietly, but the tiny man was already gone. She fought the urge to call for him again, and stood up. The wind howled again, and she took the steps one at a time, more aware of their creaking than usual. On some level she knew this was all ridiculous, but the thought of what might be lurking around in the darkness of the house was at the forefront.

She stopped at her door, and blinked a moment, her heart racing in fear of nothing, “Evan?” she repeated. She took a breath, “EVAN!?” she said louder.

“What?” his voice echoed out of the vent, “it’s kind of late Eve, I don’t really want to be chased-“

“Just come hang out in my room for a little while!” she pleaded.

There was silence a moment, “What?” he said finally, “why?”

“I’m just a little… on edge,” she admitted, shifting slightly as she looked around the hallway for a sign of his hiding spot.

“Scared?” Evan taunted, “it was just a movie, Eve.”

“I’m not used to that kind of movie, and I’m not used to living all the way out here in the middle of nowhere, alone!” she snapped.

Evan was quiet a minute, “fine, just a second.”

She walked into her room, sliding under the covers and fighting a squeal as something thudded ominously. She breathed a sigh of relief when she saw it was just the cat, leaping up to the edge of her bed to curl up.

“Okay, go to sleep,” Evan muttered. She peered through the dark room and spotted him on a dresser on the far side. He hefted his little bow, rolling his eyes, “I’ll keep all the ghosts and ghoulies away.”

“Uh…” she gulped, “thanks, I know it’s silly but-“

“Go to sleep, I’m not hanging out here all night,” he growled.

…

Eve blinked awake, the rays of sun coming in through her window. With a stretch she glanced over at the dresser, and her heart leapt when she saw the tiny man had fallen asleep, leaning against the mirror. He looked so cute, sleeping there like that… had he just drifted off by accident? She looked down at the carpet and wondered if she could creep up on him before he woke up.

No, she decided, she’d let this one pass, it just didn’t seem right to capture him after begging him to be her security blanket like that. Evan stirred slightly, and Eve put her head back on the pillow, pretending to be asleep. Evan swore under his breath at his carelessness, falling asleep in his enemy’s bedroom like this, then she heard the scampering sound of his little feet as he fled.

She sat back up, looking at the now empty room and sighed. Right thing or not, she already regretted letting him go, now she wanted him more than ever!