“You’re kidding, right?”

“No!  I’m completely serious!”

Janna looked down at her shrunken husband with pursed lips.

The fact that her husband had done this, first of all, had blown Janna away.  She was familiar with his foot-fetish, and that his fetish delved into some really unusual stuff with feet - her feet - but he had taken it to a whole new disturbing level with this.

Her husband had shrunk himself.  What was more, he had shrunk himself to be small enough to be almost the exact length of one of her feet.  What was even weirder, Janna had made this discovery by discovering him in one of her slippers!

At first it had been a blood-curdling scream.  This was followed by he climbing out of her slipper.  He had launched into this five-minute monologue about this new thing he’d found on the web and that it had actually worked, and that he was sorry; he hadn’t meant to scare her like this.  All of this while Janna held herself jammed back in a corner, staring down at her husband with wide, disbelieving eyes.

But after a while of her shrunken husband’s explanations and protestations, Janna had begun to narrow her eyes down at her husband.  She’d known WHY he'd done this of course; they had discussed his fetish many times.  She was just unable to believe, for one, that it could actually happen, and for another, the fact that he had actually gone through with it!  He must have been searching for this diligently for months, after she had finally begun to accept this little bend to his fetishes.

God.  The single mindedness of men - especially when their fetishes were involved.  She had begun to accept that her husband had some weird fetishes, and decided she loved him no matter what they were, but this... this was taking things too far, much too far.  In the end though, she did love him, she decided.  And if he really wanted to take it to this level, as twisted and as potentially dangerous as it was...

Well, she did suppose she could at least try to do it with him.

“Rick, you do know this is insane, right?”

Her husband gave her a fervent nod.

“I know it is, honey.”  His handsome cheeks turned a rosy red.  He gave a helpless shrug.

Janna couldn’t help but take in her husband with amusement.  Her fists on her hips, she cocked her head and smirked down at his midsection.  His clothing hadn’t been shrunken with him, some kind of chemical process he’d explained, so he wasn’t wearing anything.  He stood down there in his skin, under her looming shadow.  His erection, standing out at full attention in his nakedness, showed just exactly how helpless he was to all of this.

Finally, she sighed.

“Alright,” she said, waving a hand.  “Get back in, and we’ll give this a try.”

He blushed furiously, hesitated for a few seconds - long enough to give Janna to start believing that he was starting to have second thoughts about all of this.  But no, that wasn’t it.  His eyes dropped briefly to her petite feet, his eyes plaining taking them in, then came back up to her eyes.

He was actually making sure he had her approval for this!

She rolled her eyes.  After he’d gone to all of this trouble, practically forced this situation on her, he thought he would ask for her approval now?

Men.

She leaned down.  He quailed.

“Get.  In.  The.  Slipper,” she said, pointing and clipping off every word.

He blushed even more.  God.  He probably thought she was playing into his fantasy even more.  He thought she was being dominant with him!  But at least he hastened to do it.

She sighed again.

Men, she thought again.

She stood there for a moment, watching him.  He clambered over the slipper’s upper at its back and disappeared inside.  Once he had, she moved forward.  When she came to stand over the slipper, she could see his white, little legs down through the slipper’s opening.  He was just the right size for his feet to touch the slipper’s back, his head doubtlessly down in the slipper’s toe somewhere.

“Alright, lie still.  I’m going to try to do this without hurting you.”

She felt a stab of exasperation.

“I swear, Rick, if we wind up with you needing to go the hospital over this, you’re going to wish you were under this slipper instead of in it!”

With that, and after another sigh, she started to put her foot into the slipper with him.

“He wants this?”  She thought.  “Well, who am I to refuse all the hurt his stupid self wants?”

It was a very tight fit.  She could feel his little, warm body in the slipper.  It was pretty large, all considering.  Her instep bulged the top of the slipper upwards, and she had to scrunch and re-scrunch her foot several times before she was able to get her heel in position.  His chest was the biggest obstacle to her getting her foot in; it was smooth and hard and she could feel her foot tugging at his skin, making her take extra care, which in turn made the process of getting her foot in take longer.  Finally though, her heel was in position, and she took up her foot, pressing her fingers in down beside her heel to tug the slipper’s opening up around it.

That took a hand braced against a wall, and a lot of lip-biting balancing on her other foot.  Finally, though, her foot was all the way on top of him - even if he did make for very awkward fit!

After all of the activity, she just held her foot hovered for a few seconds, just feeling him under her.  The ball of her foot, she noted, was bent down over his small chest.  When she felt around with her toes, she could feel his little head.  That made her squirm a little.  His head felt like a fleshy, hairy marble under her toes!  It registered to her brain like having a mouse under her toes!

Swallowing the inevitable lump in her throat that that caused, she became determined again, and concentrated on what she could feel with the rest of her foot.

“Okay, that’s a little weird,” she muttered.  She could actually feel his erection!  It was tiny, to be said for sure, but she could feel it plain as day.  It was a throbbing, twitching little presence pressed up into the skin of her foot’s arch!  As for the rest, if she concentrated, she could just make out the contours of his legs with her heel.  They felt like a pair of fleshy twigs under her.  She jumped of a sudden.  He had just wiggled his toes against the back of her foot!

“Wow, this is insanely awesome, honey!”

She blinked, looking down at her foot in surprise.

That had been Rick!  His voice was muffled, a lot, but she could plainly make him out!  She had also felt the vibration of his words against her toes!

“Are you liking it?” she found herself asking.  “I mean, it’s not too tight in there, is it?”

She knew it had to be.  He felt like he was sealed to the sole of her foot!  His shape had made the slipper a very tight fit, it holding him very tightly to her foot.

“Oh, honey, you have no idea!”

She jumped again!  He had just squirmed under her!  She had almost screamed!  That had felt like a snake writhing under her!  She had almost given in to an instinctual need to stomp her foot down as hard as she could to kill it!  She needed to get a hold of herself, or she just might end up doing that if he surprised her with another squirm like that!

But then... she got a wry smile, one of exasperation to be sure, but a wry smile nonetheless.  Knowing him, he’d probably like for her to do that!

“Stop squirming!” she hissed.  “I almost stomped you!”

He became still immediately.

“Sorry,” he said, his voice still muffled.  Despite the muffling, he sounded chagrinned.

“So, you’re sure then?” she found herself saying next.  “You really want me to step down on you?”

A twitch came, almost the preamble to another squirm, but he stilled himself under her before it could become one. One thing she did clearly feel give a twitch, though, was his erection.

She sighed.  She rolled her eyes, shook her head, and she sighed.  Yes.  That was exactly what he wanted.

“Y-Yes, honey,” came his reply after a moment.  “J-Just do it, okay?”

She blinked.

“But what if I crush you?” she protested.  “This isn’t like me standing on your face! You’re tiny and all the way under me!  I can weigh no less than a couple of tons to you like this!”

She had stood in his face, even trampled in it many times through the course of their marriage.  He’d even came out of it several times with bruises, black eyes and fat lips.  But, she had to admit, loving her all the more for it every time she did it for him.  Weird as it was, she had to admit again, she did love doing it for him.

“I know,” he said, his voice still muffled by her foot.  “But honey, there have been guys who’ve let elephants step on them, and that is many tons focused on just one foot!”

Just like a man to rationalize with a woman about why she shouldn’t be afraid.  She ground her teeth.  Do men never learn?  Her sudden exasperation with this made her push her foot right to the floor.  What was more, really and truly aggravated with him now, she righted herself and found herself shifting her entire weight onto him!

He squeezed down under her weight!  She felt his breath blow up in between two of her toes!  She felt his body flatten beneath her foot, it compressing down a truly alarming amount!

Her eyes widened, she becoming immediately alarmed by what she’d just done.  But... she’d felt no bones break... no wetness come popping out from under her foot...

She cocked her head and just looked down at her slippered foot.  Her instep, already pretty high, made the fabric of her slipper stretch a little higher than usual, making the fabric stretch a little tightly over her skin, but for all of that, it actually felt kind of nice.  He was a warm, pulsing, firm mass beneath her foot.

She smiled.  Her smile became a little wicked - probably a little too wicked, what with this situation being what it was.  Her husband had to be in a lot of pain.  He was completely squished, squashed nearly flat, if the nerves on the bottom of her foot were giving her any kind of an accurate picture - which they were; he was flattened and pinned utterly helplessly, and being crushed right to his very limits beneath her foot!

Her smile growing, and growing in wickedness, she held the count for about thirty seconds.

Well, she was a slight woman.  Her husband had remarked many times, and she agreed with him, that she had a build very like that of Noomi Rapace.  Hers and the actresses’ feet were even very similar, if Janna did have somewhat higher arches in her feet than Noomi’s.  But most importantly, Janna didn’t weight much more than a hundred and twenty pounds.  Well, to her husband in his current state, she weighed a lot more, but not enough, apparently, to give him much more than a good, thorough crushing.

She eased off of her poor husband.  She felt him gasp.  He squirmed!

“Oh g-god!” he breathed out, his voice muffled.  His spittle bathed the undersides of her toes.

“Liked it?” she asked.  She was grinning now.  “Maybe he ought not to have done this,” she thought to herself.  Something very akin, disturbingly akin to savagery was starting to tickle the back of her mind.  She knew just how much he liked mercilessness.  How much he adored it.  He had practically groomed her to be as merciless as she could when they were in the bedroom with one another - especially for those little face-trampling sessions he so much loved.

He breathed in and out for a few long seconds.  She patiently waited for a response.

Well, she decided if he said it was too much, she would let him out.  Experiment tried; he knows what it’s like; life’ll move on for the two of them.  But if he said he--

“God, honey!”  His voice was gaspy, but clearly filled with a lot of enthusiasm.  “It was incred--*”

She stepped down again!

He silenced with a little “Gurk!”

She smirked.  Then with a completely calloused casualness, she swept her other foot over to the other slipper.  Hooking it with her toes, she brought it over and wriggled her foot down into it - all the while keeping her whole weight on her husband.  He squirmed with clear panic under her.  That made her smirk even more.

“It is going to be a very long morning for you, dear,” she said down at her slipper.  She was standing on both feet now, hands on hips, smirking down at her footwear, and at her unseen but felt, husband inside.

He squirmed even harder.

“What?” she said.  “Not liking it?”  She didn’t move an inch, didn’t shift any her weight off of him.  “Well, tough.”

That was a line that she had started using with him years ago, for his little face-trampling sessions.  She would often trample in his face until her feet were too tired to go on, often with him pleading for her mercy long before that happened.  She’d lasted a couple of hours on several occasions.  He tied spread-eagle on the bed, completely helpless to stop her - just the way he always said he wanted it.

Well, he was certainly helpless now.  Although, she surmised with a wicked grin, she was pretty sure he wasn’t wanting it now.

With that, she turned and strode toward the bedroom door.

For the first couple of steps, he was silent.  Her steps only produced small “gurk” noises from him, when her right foot touched down.  By the third though, he let out a wheezing cry when her foot came up from it.  It didn’t make her stop, though.  If anything, it fueled her to be only more wicked!  She walked right out of their bedroom and started down their hall.  She didn’t pull a single step; she just walked on him.  She could feel his body squish under her steps, but as before, she felt nothing break, only his form compress under each one.

Oh, she’d let him out in a short bit.  She’d have to.  He’d not survive for very long under her like this.  But... her smile grew as she walked.

“He can just believe he is going to be there for the next few hours!” 

She laughed as he squawked.  Every other step now, he was giving out those beleaguered little cries.  His cries rose in volume and desperation.  They reached a peak in just a few seconds.

And she... she was only half way down the hall.

He kept crying.  She just kept right on walking.