Chapter 31 – Give Me a Ring Sometime

Carlos was pacing back and forth on the mattress, stepping over the ridges and folds in the sheets. Pausing every so often, he looked over at the bathroom door to see it was still closed. It seemed to be hours since she had gone in there, but it was actually only ten minutes or so. He lay down on the bed, looking up at the ceiling. All he could think about was her, and where they would go from here. Closing his eyes, he dozed off a few minutes later.

Across town, Jennifer was asleep on her sofa. Inside the jar top on the table, her husband had crossed the threshold from miniscule to tiny. His half-inch body was now easily visible. He still had a long way to go, but the antidote seemed to be doing it's job. On his tip-toes, he struggled to see over the edge of the jar top, but was able to see his gargantuan wife laying on the sofa, soundly asleep. He was still very small, but compared to being a millimetre high, a half inch was huge and he felt like there was some light at the end of the tunnel. It was quite miraculous that he had even made it this far. The memories of being cemented to Jennifer's toenail were still very fresh in his mind and would probably give him nightmares for quite some time.

His gaze was interrupted by Jennifer's phone buzzing, which woke her up. She rubbed her eyes and looked at her phone to see Donna's number. “Not again.” she said shaking her head.

“Hello?” she said.

“It's Donna. How are things going?” Donna spoke.

“Fine.” Jennifer said in a sleepy tone.

“Can I come over?” she asked.

“It's getting late.” Jennifer replied. “Maybe tomorrow.”

“Maybe?” she asked. “Are you avoiding me?”

“Donna.” Jennifer said in a firm tone. “You need to dial it back a bit, okay?”

“You're right.” she said. “I'm just trying to be supportive. I guess I let my personal views get in the way. I won't call you again. I guess we will just leave it at that and say goodbye.”

“Donna, geez.” Jennifer said. “I still want you as a friend, and I know this is going to sound terrible, but I don't know any other way to say it. You need to be a little less creepy.”

Donna was grinning a devilish grin as she replied. “I'm so sorry Jenn. I had no idea I was making you feel that way. I assure you it won't happen again. I still want to be friends too.”

“Let's talk tomorrow.” She told her. “I need to get some rest.”

“We'll talk tomorrow.” Donna said. “Take care of yourself.”

Donna threw her phone down on the bed, then sat down on the mattress beside Pete. “You're going over there tomorrow?” he asked.

“Probably.” she replied. “I'll turn her around, don't worry.”

“I don't think this is such a good idea.” he said. “You might get caught.”

“Me?” she said, putting her hand on her chest. “I'm not going to do anything to him silly. I'm going to get her to do it.”

“I don't know.” he said as he got up. Turning around, he looked at Donna and said “I don't want this to come back on me.”

“You.” she snarled. “It's always about you.”

“I mean you too.” he shot back. “You know what I mean.”

“I really need to find out where to get some of that stuff they use to shrink Wiley.” she said, crossing her leg and bobbing her foot up and down.”

“Would you stop it.” he said. “I'm serious.”

“So am I.” she replied. “I would love to shrink you for real and have you down at my foot, begging me not to squash you.”

“Stop fucking around.” he yelled at her. “I'm not in the mood for this right now.”

“Do you want to be the director, or don't you?” she asked standing up.

“Yes, but not if it means killing him.” he said.

She walked up close to him, put her hand around the back of he head and grabbed a handful of his hair. “By the time I'm finished with her, she will want nothing more than to wipe his little ass off the bottom of her foot.”

Jerking his head back and forth, she looked him in the eyes and said “As for you, if you talk to me like that again, I WILL find some of that shit and I WILL shrink you. And believe me, the bottom of my foot will be the last thing you see. Am I clear?”

He nodded, not saying a word. He hated the way she talked to him, but she had him wrapped around her little finger and he knew it. He dropped to his knees right after she released his head. He kissed the top of her right foot and said “I'm sorry.”

She sighed and shook he head. “You're so weak.” she told him and she turned and walked away, leaving him on his knees. Pete shut his eyes and shook his head. He had to get away of her, but she had him so tightly wound that he wasn't even sure how he could break free of his obsession.

Unaware of Donna's plans, Jennifer knelt down beside the table and looked down at her tiny little husband who was staring up at her from inside the jar top. Jennifer noticed that he had grown substantially. She lowered down and whispered quietly “I'm so glad the antidote is working. I can't even imagine how this ordeal has affected you.”

“I just want to get back to normal.” he shouted into her hear.

“Of course sweetheart.” she spoke quietly. “I wish I could make it go faster, but we have to be careful and take it slow.”

Shouting up at her ear, he said “I'm starving. Can you get me something to eat?”

“Oh my, of course.” she whispered. “I'll go get you something.”

Heading to the kitchen, she opened the fridge and looked at the contents, but wondered what she could give to a half-inch tall man? She took out some cold cuts and took off a few bits of meat with the tip of a knife. Putting them in a piece of paper towel, she turned to go back to the sofa, but felt something under her foot as she took a step. Her heart raced and her legs went limp. “Oh my God.” she said closing her eyes. “Tell me he didn't get out of there.”

She looked down at her bare foot, then slowly lifted it. “Oh thank God.” she said, putting her hand on her chest. She had stepped on a piece of cold cut that had fallen on the floor. Her husband was safe, but it did hit home that he could easily get squashed like a bug if she wasn't careful. She put the paper towel back on the counter and grabbed another sheet from the dispenser. Reaching down, she wiped the remains of the cold cut from the ball of her foot. She tried not to think about it, but she could have just as easily be wiping his remains from her foot.

She returned to the sofa and carefully placed the bits of meat into the jar top with her husband. “I'll be right back.” she whispered, then headed for her bedroom. Sitting on the bed, she broke down in tears at what had just happened. She was sure she had just crushed husband like he was an insignificant little bug. Wiping her eyes, she looked over at the phone and contemplating for a few seconds before picking it up and dialling Donna.

Donna rushed over to the bed and picked her phone up. “Who is it?” Pete asked. She waved at him to be quiet and answered. “Jenn, is everything okay?”
“Oh my God.” Jennifer said in tears.

“Jenn...what happened? What's wrong?” Donna asked convincingly.

“I got so scared.” she replied. “I thought....I thought....”
“Thought what?” Donna asked.

“I was getting some bits cold cuts for Everett.” she said. “He's big enough to eat something now.”

“Okay.” Donna replied. “What happened?”
“I stepped on a piece of meat.” she said loudly, then started to blubber again.

“You thought you stepped on him, didn't you?” Donna asked with a bit of a chuckle.

“It's not funny.” Jennifer said sharply.

“It's a little funny.” Donna said. “How could he have made it all the way to the kitchen at his size? Come on.”

“I guess you're right.” Jennifer replied.

“Of course I'm right.” she said.

There was a short silence, then Donna asked “So how did it feel when you thought you stepped on him?”

“What do you mean how did it feel?” Jennifer asked. “It felt terrible.”

“Did it?” Donna prodded her. “Be honest.”

Jennifer paused, but finally said “It know it sounds sounds terrible, but it felt liberating.”

“Of course it did.” Donna replied. “All the years on the sidelines, waiting for him to come home. All that to be gone with one simple step, of course it was liberating.”

“Well it was just a piece of meat.” Jennifer said. “I would never to that to him.”

“It's all going to go back to the way it was once he is back at the agency.” Donna cautioned her. “You realize that don't you?”

“Even so, that, in no way means I should do what you are saying.” Jennifer shot back.

“I didn't say anything like that.” Donna replied. “You called me because you thought you stepped on him, remember?”

“This is all so confusing.” Jennifer said, sounding frustrated.

“Of course it is.” Donna consoled her. “I can't imagine how hard it has been, but you really are in a unique position.”

“Don't start that again.” Jennifer said. “I'm not leaving him like he is.”

“That's not what I'm suggesting.” Donna said in a strong tone. “Just listen to me for a minute. When you get him up to an inch or so tall, don't give him any more antidote for a few days. Leave him on the floor at your feet and let him experience you from that vantage point. I guarantee you that it will change him.”

“I don't know.” Jennifer said. “It sounds so devious.”

“I have to let you go, but just think about it.” Donna said. “It will give him a whole new perspective on your relationship.”

“Okay. I'll think about it.” Jennifer replied.

“I'll call you tomorrow.” Donna said.

“Okay, bye.” Jennifer replied then hung up.

“What was that all about?” Pete asked Donna.

“Just a little incident. Nothing serious.” she replied. “She'll have him under her foot sooner that I thought.”

Back at Deborah's apartment, Carlos was awoken by the sound of the bathroom door opening. He rolled over and got to his knees as her giant form approach the bed. She stood beside the bed for a few seconds looking down at him. “I'm sorry if I scared you earlier.” she said.

“It's okay.” he replied. “We got carried away. Just remember that I'm only three inches tall.”

“I know that silly.” she replied, rolling her eyes.

“I just want to make sure.” he said. “I can't even begin to explain just how big you are from my perspective and what it felt like to be squeezed like that. Not that I'm complaining though...”

Deborah shook her head slightly then knelt down beside the bed, leaning in close to where he was standing. “I know exactly how small you are sweetie, and I didn't squeeze you hard on purpose.”

she said.

“I just want the old Deborah back.” he said.

Frowning, she asked “The old Deborah? What do you mean by that?”

“Well...I...uhh...” he stuttered.

“Well what?” she asked.

He stood there fidgeting with his hands and looking down. Deborah lifted his chin with the tip of her index finger and asked again “Well what?”

“I want the gentle and kind Deborah back.” he told her.

She removed her finger from under his chin and stared down at him a bit of a frown. “Listen sweetie. This is the last time I am going to say this. I didn't squeeze you on purpose. I don't know what else I can say to convince you of that.”

Carlos shrugged his shoulders and said “Forget it. I'm probably just overreacting, I guess.”

He expected her to respond, but she just tapped the top of his head with her fingertip and said “You wait here. I'll be right back.” She stood up and walked over to her dresser and rummaged through a few things before she turned around and returned to the bed. Carlos had to almost sprint to get out of the way as she sat down, her beautifully shape butt narrowly missing him. He was about to scream at her for not being more careful, he just bit his tongue.

Deborah put her feet up on the bed and sat with her knees bent. Carlos walked towards her feet and stopped when he saw her toes were painted a deep royal blue. “You changed the color.” he said.

“I got tired of the purple.” she said. “Do you like it?”

“It's nice.” he replied as he made his way to her toes and ran his hand across the gleaming surface of her her right big toenail. “I figured that since we're going to take some more pictures, it would be nice to have a fresh coat of polish.” she told him.

“More pictures?” he asked, sounding surprised.

“I thought it would be fun, but if you don't want to, that's okay.” she said, knowing full well he wouldn't be able to resist.

“No, no.” he said quickly. “It's just....”

“Just what?” she asked.

“It was scary the way you squeezed me before.” he said.

“Again with the squeezing.” she said with a sigh.

“It felt like everything was so out of control.” he told her.

Raising her toes and barely touching him with them, she said “I wouldn't characterize it as everything. It was only you that had no control Carlos.”

 Her hand lowered and said quietly “Give me your hand.”

He hesitated, not knowing what she was going to do, but reluctantly held up his hand. Deborah's giant thumb and index finger appeared and she gently grasped his hand, then lifted him up to her face. With a glint in her eye, she asked “Ready?”

“Wha....what are you going to do?” he stammered.

“Remember the handcuffs I mentioned?” she asked.

Nodding, he said “Yeah.”

“Well its not really handcuffs I'm going to use.” she said as she held up a toe ring right beside him.

His voice fluttering, he asked “What are you going to do with that?”

“It's a toe ring silly.” she said in a matter of fact tone. “It should be obvious what I'm going to do.”

“Deborah please don't shrink me again.” he pleaded.

Her eyes shifted to the ring she was holding and then back. “You thought I was going to....” she said. “Oooohhh...I hadn't thought of that.”

“Don't Deborah. Please!!” he blubbered.

“Take it easy.” she told him. “I'm going to handcuff you to my toe. Then take a few pictures, that's all.”

He looked into her huge eyes and said “I'm still scared.”

Swinging him gently back and forth in front of her eyes, she said “Of course you're scared sweetie. That's the whole point of being small and helpless.”

“Just be careful.” he told her.

“When have I not been careful?” she asked. “Just relax. We're having a bit of fun, that's all. Don't be so dramatic.”

He took a deep breath and looked down as he was lowered toward her right foot. His feet landed on her third toe, then she lay him down in the crevice between her second and third toes. “Hold you arm up on my second toe sweetie.” he told him.

Carlos looked to his right at her toe, then up at her.

“It's okay sweetie.” she said with a slight smile. “I'll be really careful.”

He raised her arm like she asked and looked up as she spread the toe ring apart with her fingers. She raised her eyebrows, then lowered the ring to her foot and slipped it over her second toe, capturing his arm underneath it. Carlos became very frightened and tried to pull his arm out, but before he had a chance, she squeezed the ring closed around the circumference of her toe locking his arm in place. Carlos pulled his arm a few times then looked up at Deborah. She had her forearm resting her knee and was looking down at him with a slight grin.

“How long are you going to keep me like this?” he asked her.

“Why, is the ring too tight?” she asked.

“No, not really.” he replied. “I just want to know how long I'm going to be attached to your toe.”

“Attached.” she said. “Hmmm.....I like the way that sounds.”

“What's going on with you?” he asked her. “You seem to be really enjoying this.”

“Me?” she asked with a frown. “Judging from that hard little member of yours, I think you're the one who's enjoying it.”

“I can't help it.” he yelled. “You know that.”

Flexing her toes slightly, she asked “What's the matter Carlos? Is being attached to me making you feel uncomfortable?”

“Don't start with the whole feelings shit again.” he shouted. “You're the one that seems to be on some kind of power trip!”

Deborah didn't respond. She put her hands down on the bed, tilted her head, then slowly slid her foot down the mattress. With her leg almost straight, she tilted her foot up on the heel. Carlos made a fist and grimaced. The ring was holding his arm in place firmly as he dangled helplessly from her toe.

“So you think I'm on a power trip do you?” she asked him.

He didn't answer and didn't look at her. Her tone was quite cold. Flexing her toes back and forth, she asked “Is that what you think Carlos?” she asked. When he didn't answer, she looked up at the ceiling and exhaled. Shaking her head, she looked back at her foot and asked “So this is the thanks I get for taking care of you and making sure nothing happens to you?”

“I'm sorry.” he squeaked.

“Sorry.” she stated. “That's all you have to say?”

“My arm is hurting!” he yelled.

“No problem.” she said. “I can fix that.”

Carlos exhaled when she returned her foot to lay flat on the bed. When she told him she had something in mind earlier, he was kind of excited, but her flip-flop in attitude was scaring him. Her gentleness seemed to have disappeared and he wanted nothing more than for Deborah to unclasp his arm from her toe, but his wish was not going to come true just yet. She reached for something on her night stand. He yelped “No!!!” at seeing her spreading a second ring open. “Wait! No!!!” he screamed. “You can't do this!!”

Without a word, she reached for his free hand and after a few seconds of him trying to avoid her, she had his arm against her fourth toe. With the tiny man yelling a screaming at her, she slid the ring over her fourth toe and closed if shut. Carlos was still flailing about, but it didn't take long for him to stop and look up at her with absolute fear in his eyes. He never felt so helpless.

Deborah looked down at him with a bit of a smirk.

“What are you going to do with me?” he asked her.

“Do with you?” she asked. “I'm going to take a few pictures, remember?”

“That's all?” he asked.

“Why, what did you think I was going to do?” she asked, sounding a little puzzled.

“I don't know!” he screamed. “I'm scared! That's all.”

Not responding, she slowly flexed her toes up and down. Carlos grimaced as his arms were stretched. Seeing his reaction, she flexed again, but this time spread her toes slightly. His eyes widened and he yelped at being stretched a little more. Before he could say anything, her foot slid back across the mattress. Once again, her foot tilted onto the heel and she rested on her arms. Hanging by both arms from her tree-trunk sized toes, it was obvious that she loved controlling him. For the first time, Carlos was really worried. Deborah had him in such a compromising position and he could do nothing about it. Even the slightest movement made him grimace.

He heard the camera shutter and looked to the side. He was determined not to give her the satisfaction of recording such total control, but really, it was futile. His arms were pulled up and out by her stretching toes. Finally, he looked at the camera lens and heard her exhale as the shutter went off a few more times. From Deborah's point of view, the look on his face was very telling as she zoomed in. The feeling of power rifled up her spine once again. She could do whatever she wanted and he was totally powerless to stop her. Carlos tried not to show his fear, but she was flexing and spreading her toes, easily extracting his terrified expression.

 Just when he thought it couldn't get any worse, her left foot lifted and he was covered up to his chins with her big toe. Deborah pressed down on him firmly, causing the air to leave his lungs. He tried to scream, but her toe was compressing his chest so much that he could not get anything out. Deborah snapped off a few more pictures, but lowered the camera when she saw him gasping for air.

“Did I press too hard?” she asked.

“St....st....op.” he tried to scream out. “You're squishing me!”

“Oh sweetie, I did mean to press that hard.” she said as she move her toe from atop his little body.

She let him catch his breath as she flipped through the pictures on the camera. “Oh man.” she said out loud before putting the camera down on the night table and laying down on her back. Carlos looked straight ahead at the curves and mountains on her long, beautiful body. He never felt so far away from her. He yearned to touch her, but was held firmly in place on her right foot and only she would decide to release him.

Her left foot was right beside him, and her long smooth legs stretched out for what seemed a mile. She was the sexiest, most beautiful and gentle woman he had ever known, but something had changed. He knew Deborah was feeling something that might just end in disaster for him.

Her toes flexed just as her right hand came into view, caressing her breasts, then slid down between her legs. Carlos looked left at her foot moving away, then he watched her hand slide into her shorts. He did even realize that he was holding himself while he watched Deborah pleasure herself. The rings holding him pulled his arms resulting in him screaming out in pain, but Deborah didn't even hear him. She was breathing heavily and moaning as he quickened her movements. Her foot lifted off the mattress, then pounded back down. Carlos screamed out after her knee bent and her foot slammed down flat on the mattress. He was going to have to ride out her approaching orgasm, but was quite scared he might not survive it.

Deborah's hips were thrusting as she climaxed. Carlos pulled his arms together for all he was worth to try and prevent her from pulling them out of their sockets. Finally, she started to calm down and relax. He dropped his head and took deep breaths as her foot and toes went limp, but the respite of his arms and shoulders being pulled was short lived as her leg lifted straight up. He hung from her toes with his head hanging down with Deborah looking at him from below. She saw that he was looking quite out of it and quickly sat up. Carlos was almost passing out as she spread the rings and removed them from her toes. She tilted her foot forward and let him slide from her toes onto the mattress. She got up and knelt beside the bed. “Are you okay?” she asked him.

He opened his eyes, then held his arms across his chest. “You could have.....you could....” he studdered.

Deborah knew she had probably stretched him pretty hard. Carlos was expecting her to say something, or at least try to console him, but she didn't. “Are you fucking crazy?!!” he yelped. “You could have killed me!!!”

Deborah got up and said “I have to go out.”

“What?” he yelled, trying to get up. “Where are you going? Did you hear what I said?!!”

Kneeling back down beside the bed, she looked at him and said “Sweetie, I need to get out of here.”

“Why?” he shouted. “I feel like I've just been on the rack!”

“Carlos.” she said strongly as she tilted her head back and exhaled. Looking back down, she continued “If I don't get out of here, I'm probably going to step on you.”

“Stop this!!!” he screamed. “You're not thinking straight!!”

“I can't help it!” she told him. “The way I feel right now, it's not a good idea for me to stay here.”

Carlos felt as helpless as ever as he watched her stand up and dart into the bathroom.

Deborah paced back and forth across the tile floor. She looked down at her feet, then grabbed her head with her hands. “Oh my God!” she said out loud, her heart was pounding. “I want to fucking squash him!” she said, almost in tears. Looking at herself in the mirror, she reached clenched her fists and grunted “I'm going to step on him. I can't help....I can't....”

Gripping the counter top, she took deep breaths to try and bring herself down. She looked at herself again and said “If I don't get out of here now, I'm going to crush him like a bug.”

She put on a pair of sweat pants as fast as she could and opened the door. Carlos was standing on the bed in a daze. He had no idea what was happening. “I'm sorry Carlos, but I have to go. I can't explain right now.” she said as she stopped briefly and then headed for the door. She grabbed a jacket, slipped her shoes on and opened the door. Carlos shook his head and stared out in space as he heard the slam shut.