Chapter 5 - Sometimes Life Sucks

After a while lying in bed, Deborah got up and said “I'm going to take a shower. This has been quite a day for both of us.”

“Ummmm do you want me to....I mean....” he started to say.

Looking back and down at him, she smiled and said “I don't think that's a good idea right now.”

A disappointed look came across his face as she turned around. “Sweetie, lets not rush things okay?”

Looking up into her eyes and trying to hide his disappointment, he said “I guess so....”

“It's not that I don't want you to join me.” she said.

Looking up at the ceiling then exhaling loudly, she continued “If we keep going, you'll be.....”

“I'll be what?” he asked. “What are you trying to say.”

“If we're not careful.” she said, raising her hand up and holding her thumb and index finger apart about an inch or two and said “You'll be like this in no time.”

Carlos looked down at the bed and thought about it. He didn't care. He wanted Deborah so bad it hurt. “I don't care.” he said up to her

“Well I do.” she said. “Just relax here and I'll be back in a few minutes.”

He flopped down on the bed and looked up at the ceiling. Shaking his head, he said out loud “I'm in love with her. I am absolutely in love with her.” Fidgeting for a while, he heard the sound of the shower and sat up. “I have to look at her.” he said to himself as he lay on his stomach and slid off the side of the bed to the floor. He looked down at one of her high heels on it's side as he walked by. It looked very large, and he did a double-take. He questioned in his mind whether he should be going into the bathroom. She told him to stay on the bed.

Standing at the bathroom door, he reached up and turned the door knob and cracked the door open slightly. A few seconds later he built up enough courage to push the door open. “Why am I so scared?” he wondered. Stepping inside the bathroom, he turned his head to the shower stall where the sight of her stopped him in his tracks. She had her back to him and was washing her hair. Her five-foot-ten stature was so impressive to see from his vantage point. The door swung open and there she was, in her glistening, naked glory, looking down at him. Carlos seemed to be in some sort of trance, just staring off into space. “Carlos?” she asked.

Her voice startled him and he darted back around the door, his chest heaving.

“What are you doing?” he heard her say.

“Shit!” he said with a grimace. “She's going to kill me.”

“Carlos, I asked what you are doing?” she repeated. Walking back around the door with his head down, he said “I know what you're going to say. I know you told me to stay on the bed. I just couldn't help it. I had to look at you.”

Shaking her head with a bit of a chuckle, she said “What I was going to say, was can you get that bar of soap on the bath tub and bring it to me?”

Carlos was completely surprised by her answer. “I uhh....uhh....thought you would be mad at me.” he stuttered. “Carlos, just because you've gotten smaller, doesn't mean I have the right to treat you like a child.” she replied. She motioned to the tub with her eyes and said “Soap?”

He walked over the tub, took the bar of soap in his hands and walked over to the shower entrance where she was standing. His eye level was now well below her knees. He followed her naked body upwards with his eyes to see her face. Her height was very intimidating.

“Are you going to just stand there, or are you going to come in? I'm getting cold.” she asked.

He climbed over the curb of the door opening. Her perfectly manicured toenails shimmered as the water droplets caressed them. Her feet looked so big now. In fact, her entire body was huge. He craned his neck and looked straight up to see her face. She was rinsing her hair and glanced down at him. “I didn't do my legs and feet yet. Do you mind?” she asked. He took a few deep breaths, reached out and caressed her smooth calf with his shall hand, then took the soap and lathered her skin with it. Once he had enough soap, he dropped it to the shower floor and caressed her calf and shin with both hands, reaching up her leg as far as he could, which was about a third of the way up her thigh. Deborah tilted her head back with a smile. She was really enjoying her little man taking care of her, it made her feel so special.

A tap on the top of her left foot broke her thoughts and she looked down to see him on his knees looking up at her. “Can you lift it a bit?” he asked. She leaned against the tile wall and raised her left foot up slightly. She felt butterflies in her stomach as she watched him applying soap to her foot. She bit her lip at seeing his small hand slid across the tops of her toes. “That is so sexy.” she said down to him. He didn't look up, he just smirked and continued to wash her foot. When he was done, she lifted her right foot and he got to work. Deborah put her hand down to her crotch and caressed herself. The feeling of power returned and rifled up her spine. She bit her finger at the feeling of something between her big and second toes. She looked down to see his head and realized he had slid his little tongue between them. He kissed her big toe, then couched down to kiss the ball of her foot. Carlos was making her feel like a goddess. She lowered her foot to the floor to keep her balance. He leaned down and kissed the top of her toes. Deborah was not even sure why she did it, be she lifted her left foot and placed it on his back. Sliding her foot forward, she placed her big toe on the back of his head and pressed down gently, forcing him down to her foot where he kissed her toes again.

Lifting her foot off his back, she bent down and touched his head. “Come here.” she said, taking him by his arm pits and lifting him up. She was surprised how light he was. Holding him against the wall, she looked into his eyes and said, with her chest heaving, “You're making me feel....you're making me feel like.....”

“A goddess?” he completed her statement. “That's because you are a goddess.”

She looked at him with such lust, then leaned in and put the tip of her tongue inside his gaping mouth. She kissed him hard and long, causing his body to twitch helpless in her hands. She had absolute control of him. Almost panting, she moved her head back and said “I want to fuck you so bad, but I think you've gotten too small for that.”

“I don't know Deborah. I could try....you know....” he stammered.

Lowering him down to the floor, she shut the water off and braced herself against the shower walls, taking deep breaths. Shaking her head, she said “No. It's okay. It's okay. Let just go to bed and get some sleep.”

After drying off, Carlos returned to the bedroom. It took some effort, but he climbed up onto the bed. He looked over the side and started to think about what would happen is he was half his current size. He would become more and more dependant on Deborah for normal routine tasks. His thoughts were interrupted by her entering the bedroom wearing a t-shirt. She had her hair in a pony tail and was wearing her glasses. The shirt's hem lifted slightly as she strode, revealing her pink panties. His mouth went dry and he swallowed as she arrived at the edge of the bed and looked down at him under the rims of her glasses. “Ready for bed?” she asked.

“You...you mean?” he stuttered.

Frowning down at him, she replied “I mean sleep. Haven't you had enough today?”

“I thought you wanted to...you know...the way you're dressed.” he replied.

“Dressed?” she said, looking down at herself. “A T-Shirt? You're kidding me, right?”

“I'm sorry Deborah.” he replied. “You just look so....I guess it's the size difference. I don't know.”

She shook her head and said “What am going to do with you?” before climbing into the bed and laying down beside him with her head resting on her right hand. Carlos was lying down on his back, mostly on her pillow. She ran her index finger down his chest as she looked him over. Her touch was was enough to cause him to become hard. He grabbed her finger and brought it to his mouth and kissed the tip. Deborah knew what he wanted, be she was not sure if she was ready for him to be eight or nine inches tall.

“Sweetie?” she said. “We need to slow down.”

“I can't think any more.” he said. “I want you. I need you.”

“I know, but you're.....you know, a little small for that now, unfortunately.” she told him.

Carlos just stared up at her with a look of helplessness, which quickly turned into disappointment. “So I'm useless now.” he said.

Trying to comfort him, she said “Don't say that. You're not useless sweetie.”

“Really?” he shot back. “I'm too small to do anything for you now. You said it yourself.”

“I know what I said.” she replied. “Let's just forget it okay?”

Carlos turned to his side with his back to her. He was feeling so unimportant and totally unworthy of her. “If I get any smaller.” he thought. “I'll be even more useless”