Shaving Greg did not work as easily as Olivia had hoped. All the razors she had were too large and she was concerned she would cut her tiny boyfriend. Especially since he kept squirming and insisting she would in fact cut him.
"Look, if you won't let me shave you I'm not putting you in my mouth."
"There has to be a better way." Greg pleaded.
Olivia thought for a moment. "I could wax you?" She questioned, hopeful.
"I guess we could try that... But that's going to hurt a lot."
"Eh, it's not that bad." She waved off his concerns and sighed. "Any way I'll have to buy that later. It's getting late, let's go to bed." Olivia picked up Greg and carried him away so fast Greg's head was spinning. They must have arrived in her room because she said, "Now where to keep you... Oh perfect!"
The world rushed around Greg as Olivia's hand plummeted down. Without warning she released him, allowing him to plummet several yards. For a brief second Greg could see where he would land, directly on the blue insole of Olivia's white, well worn sneakers. He let out a yell that was cut short as he impacted, bouncing once. He rolled onto his back, acutely aware of all of his minor injuries. Despite his pain the image he saw above him was stunning.
Olivia was smiling down proudly at him as she tucked her curly, burgundy hair behind her ears. "Now you get to sleep in my shoe!! Remember how fast you would cum when I would whisper that in your ear?" Greg was already aroused again, this still felt fake, like a dream. Olivia started to leave, waving one hand, but with a small exclamation she came back and got on her knees to bring her face closer to Greg.
"No jerking off in there, mister!" She pointed at Greg angrily.
"What?! Olivia, that's not fair! You even said we should take advantage of this situation!" He stood up.
"I said no!" She lifted the shoe slightly, causing Greg to fall. "You will NOT get cum all over my shoes."
"Ok, geez," Greg complied, rubbing the back of his head. "But can you stop being so rough with me, I'm in a lot of pain!"
"Oh poor baby," she said mockingly. "I'll be nice to you when you're an obedient little boy, and if I find ANY cum in my shoe I'll make you spend the day in there." She stuck her tongue out and ascended into the sky and out of his vision. Greg heard her bed squeak then the lights turned off. "And you better stay in there all night! Wouldn't want me to accidentally step on you, or worse, have Allison find you."
Greg took in his surroundings, even standing he couldn't see over the lip of the shoe. How can she expect me not to jerk it in here. He walked down to the toe of her shoe. From the dim light he could see the dirty outline of Olivia's toes. Greg couldn't help himself and started caressing his member. I'll just go for a little bit, denial is fun too he thought.
Meanwhile Olivia lay in bed, quite happy with herself. Certainly this was a concerning situation, for her boyfriend. And it was going to take a long time to save up enough money, but now she can give Greg all the fantasies he's had. Olivia had never told Greg directly, but she had actually begun to enjoy some aspects of his fetish. Specifically the domination aspect, and now he really is her little plaything. She became wet at the thought and wasted no time in pleasuring herself.
I could just put my shoe on in the morning, make him think I forgot about him. The thought filled her mind and it wasn't long before she came, loudly. She relaxed into the bed, smiling smugly. Maybe it's not so bad that it will take so long to save up the money was the last thought in her head before she drifted to sleep.
Greg could hear his girlfriend cum as he was edging himself and it threw him over the edge. His load was huge, for his size, and post nut clarity struck him immediately. Shit. Maybe she won't notice, it is all the way at the tip of the toe. Greg looked at his spunk. It was too much not to notice. He couldn't risk it. He had to find some way to clean it up. Maybe he could find some napkins lying around?
Venturing into the house should be safe enough. He knew Olivia would be dead asleep by now, he wasn't so sure about Allison, but he felt confident she wouldn't do anything now. Probably.
Greg hurried over to opening of the shoe and hoisted himself over the edge. He landed just fine but felt a minor ache, looked around then ran for the door.
It was weird, running at this height. All the furniture was passing by him slowly, like scenery. Distant mountains, inaccessible to him. His original intention was to check the dining room, but he noticed Allison's purse in the living room. He was pretty sure he remembered some napkins in there when he was being toted around. The strap was dangling off the couch, maybe he could climb up?
Looking up at the purse way up above him made him think otherwise, but maybe he could pull it down. He grabbed onto the strap and pulled as hard as he could, causing the purse to slide a little. This could work. He amped himself up and yanked at the purse again, and again. Finally gravity took over, bringing the purse down like a tumbling boulder. Greg scrambled to get out of the way, just barely clearing it.
"FUUUUUCCKKK!" He heard the purse yell.
"What the..." Greg crept toward the purse slowly. He could hear movement and more yelling. Did she really already shrink another guy? Greg went to the zipper and pulled at it. It was slow going, but he got it open enough to see inside. He crawled in, and there in front of him was a young man he did not recognize. Both of his legs were broken, pointing in irregular directions.
"Oh thank God!" The man cried out, "Help me! What the fuck is going on!"
Greg had no idea what to do. How could he even help this man? He could drag him back to Olivia's room, but could she really protect him from Allison? He had to do something though. He crawled to the man to get a better look at his wounds, but just as he got close he heard the heavy thud of a shoe outside the purse. He turned to look and saw a pink sneaker, one of Allison's.
"Fuc-" Was all he could get out before she lifted the purse, tossing everything inside. His time in her purse was short this time, but nonetheless just as terrifying and dangerous. The purse opened to the near darkness of a house at night and Allison's hand came down and rifled around for a minute before finding Greg.
Greg was in full panic mode, he had no idea what Allison would do now.
"Well now, my little treat," she said excitedly, "it's too late to have you for dinner, it's bad to eat this late, but I think you're gonna be a great addition to my cerea--" she stopped mid sentence as she squinted at Greg. "Greg, what the fuck are you doing in my purse?! Oh my God!" She exclaimed, but then held her hand to her mouth then whispered, "Did you change your mind! Are you gonna let me eat you!!"
"No! Put me down!" Greg yelled with as much authority as his stature allowed.
Allison's smile disappeared in an instant. "Fine..." She lowered Greg to the bed and set him down gently. "What where you doing in my purse anyway?"
"I was looking for tissues to... Clean something up."
"Oookay..." She said, confused, "What were you... Nevermind. So you knocked my purse down off the couch?"
"Yeah." Greg replied sheepishly.
"It's too bad you hadn't changed your mind, we could have had a lot of fun. Well, at least I picked up another tiny while I was out... Did you meet him? Did you meet my new snack? Well, I guess he's just an ingredient, since I'm gonna plop him in my cereal."
"Allison, you can't eat him, you have to change him back." Greg pleaded.
"No I don't. I can do whatever I want, and don't forget that. Now where is he..." She went digging through her purse looking for the little man. "Oh what the fuck? He's all bloody." She said in disgust as she pulled him out. She held him delicately between two fingers, trying to keep the blood off of her and her bed. "Eh, you don't look so good. You're losing a lot of blood." The man was barely conscious, his face as pale as a ghost. "Maan, there's no way he's gonna survive till morning."
Allison thought for a moment on what to do. "I don't want to waste you... I guess I'll just crush you under my bare foot. Don't want to get my shoes all bloody. What do you think little guy? You like that?" She wiggled him, trying to get him to respond. He only cried out in pain. "God, what a waste...." She sighed heavily.
Allison laid the man on the tile, then grabbed Greg with her clean hand. "You, little snack, are going to watch."
Greg felt terror strike his heart. "What? No, Allison, please just let me leave."
"No," she said firmly, "this is all your fault, my snack is ruined, my purse is ruined too, who knows what else is covered in blood." She cocked her head as she realized something. "In fact, I want you to untie my shoes. I've had a long day." Without waiting for his response, Allison took Greg and placed him on top of her right shoe.
Greg got on his knees, and looked at the knot in front of him. Her shoelaces wear like ropes to him, but he began tugging anyway. It took a lot to get it sliding, this was even harder than pulling the purse down. Allison grew impatient with him and placed her left shoe over him.
"Hurry up, snack, if he dies before I can crush him then I'll have to sate this urge another way..." She released him and Greg went straight to work with renewed vigor. He couldn't help but be aroused, he had fantasized being at Allison's whim before, and despite the dying man, some part of him was enjoying his role at least.
The knot released. Greg tried to pull the tongue of the shoe towards him to loosen it's grip on this goddesses foot, to no avail. Allison laughed at his ineptitude.
"I think I'll have to do that, little one." Allison then leaned down, pulled the tongue up, jostling Greg about in the process, then slipped her socked foot out. Greg watched as her foot raised up and rested on her knee. She took her sock off, smiling down at Greg, then threw the sock at him.
The sock hit Greg with enough force to knock him off her shoe. "What the hell Allison!"
She just laughed, "Now get the next one."
Greg picked himself up and clambered onto the other shoe, the process was the same, ending with Greg watching with awe as her beautiful foot slid out of her pink slightly stinky sneaker. She took her last sock off then brought her foot down on Greg, grabbing him with her toes and tossing him towards the dying man on the tile. Allison scooted along the edge of the bed and placed her foot on top of Greg, using her big toe to pin his head down, facing Allison's victim.
"Allison," Greg cried out as best he could with his face being smushed "Let me go please!" She either ignored him or didn't hear him.
"Now look closely, little snack. This is what will happen to you if you continue to piss me off." Her smooth, pedicured foot entered his vision, slowly lowering, the ball of her foot pointing directly at the doomed man. Her toes were spread wide. The man seemed to regain the will to live, but could do little more than cry out in fear. Her foot made contact with him and Allison started to twist her foot like she would when she would snuff out a cigarette, except now it was a life. The man's screams ended with the crunching of his rib cage. Allison let out an exclamation of glee at the noise then lifted her foot to better look at her work.
"Gross, but I guess it was exciting." She said nonchalantly. "Anyway," she said as she lifted her foot from Greg, "go now, before I change my mind."
Greg got up and ran as fast as he could. He didn't look back once. He jumped into Olivia's sneaker and hid all the way in the toe. This was all so crazy. He thought on everything that had occurred since he had shrunk. He was prepped with a meal, nearly cooked, pinned by his girlfriend's sister's foot, thrown into a shoe, treated like an object. Powerless. He could smell Olivia's foot lingering in her shoe. He could still remember the way Allison's foot smelled. He looked down and saw his raging boner. Olivia was already going to be mad, so he decided he might as well go for a few more.
Meanwhile Allison lay in bed, plotting.
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