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SUNDAY

Shannon gripped the bannister and slowly descended the stairs one step at a time, being careful not to stomp her feet or jiggle her ass. She wanted to Chris’s ride to be as smooth as possible, without making him think that he was getting off easy. Not wanting to have to listen to any complaints, she had already tuned out his tiny squeaks completely, not that it was difficult: between her huge ass and panties, Chris’s shouts were all but muffled.
Finally, she reached the first floor and carefully walked into the kitchen towards the table. Then, she lifted the back of her nightgown and pulled opened the waistband of her panties. Shannon carefully reached down inside, gently wiggling her fingers along the way to find the tiny boy and, once she felt his tiny wiggling body, gently gripped him between her fingers and pulled him out, placing him on the table.
The tiny Chris lay on the table and composed himself, finally able to catch a few breaths of fresh air. He kept taking deep breaths, trying to clear his lungs from the foul-smelling fart-infused environment he just come from. He was still steaming mad, but not wanting to endure such torture again, he simply lay there panting, trying to calm down, and maybe catch some sympathy from the giantess; he had to make sure that if Shannon wanted to talk that he only gave her nicely-phrased answers.
“So,” Shannon called down, “can we have a nice conversation, or would you like to go back in for round two?”
“No!” Chris quickly shouted back, “No more, please! I’ll do whatever you want, just please don’t do that to me again!”
“I didn’t want to have to do that in the first place,” Shannon retorted. “I don’t like to punish you.”
“I find that hard to believe!” Chris said without thinking.
“What was that, little man?” Shannon replied, making sure she heard what he’d said.
Chris quickly worked to defuse the situation, he really didn’t want to go back in Shannon’s panties again.
“I mean, uh, if you don’t like to punish me, then why do always torture and tease me? Even when I was normal sized, you kept wrestling me, sitting on me, farting on me, sticking your feet my face...Maybe YOU thought you were just having fun, but I didn’t like it; I felt like I was being tortured!”
“Chris, I wasn’t trying to torture you all those times. I was just playing, trying to get you to, you know, loosen up and have some fun.”
“You always had fun Shannon,” Chris relented in embarrassment. “It was never any fun for me.”
“Chris,” Shannon sighed, “look, I’ll admit I probably teased you more than you would have liked, but I wasn’t trying to hurt you.”
Chris shot her back a look of disbelief.
“Oh, come on, Chris!” She rebuffed. “Do you honestly think I want you to get squished now that you’re this tiny?”
“....No,” Chris reluctantly agreed.
“And do you really think that I would want anything bad to happen to you in general?”
“....No, but—what about all that stuff you did to me yesterday?”
“I told you Chris, I just trying to have some fun. I would never do anything to put you in harms way.”
“Then what do you call sitting on me when I first shrank, Shannon?! I’d thought I’d be squished for sure! I can’t believe I actually survived—you and Rachel both!”
“But I knew you wouldn’t,” Shannon rebutted, “be squished I mean.”
Chris shot back another look of doubt.
“No, really,” Shannon maintained, “I-I know you don’t believe me, but it’s the truth. Honest! When I shrank my ex, I sat on him all the time and he was fine.”
“I think you and I have very different definitions of the word ‘fine’, Shannon,” Chris retorted.
“My point is,” Shannon continued, “that despite how much bigger I was than him, he was able to survive being under my butt, so I knew you would too.”
“But you said that he didn’t get as small as me, for all you know that could’ve made all the difference,” Chris countered.
“Look,” Shannon reasoned, “it’s a little complicated to explain, but you’re a little more resilient than you think.”
“And just what is THAT supposed to mean?” Chris asked in confusion.
“It means that your....tough? Robust?” Shannon stumbled, trying to think. “Oh what’s the word....DURABLE! That’s it! You’re more durable!”
“What are you talking about, Shannon?” Chris asked, still perplexed.
“You can take a lot more punishment and still be OK. Look, you remember when I accidentally stepped on you?”
“Don’t remind me,” Chris winced.
“Could you just follow me for a second?” Shannon said in frustration. “Didn’t you think it was lucky you weren’t crushed?”
“Yeah, no kidding,” Chris agreed.
“Well, it was more than luck,” Shannon stated. “Believe it or not, the smaller you are, the more you can take. I don’t understand all the science behind it, but you survived because you’re more durable now.”
“OK, well, I....guess that’s good news,” Chris reluctantly agreed.
“Just consider yourself lucky that you ended up under the squishy part of my foot,” Shannon added. “You might not of fared so well if you have been under the ball or my heel. You’re tough, not invincible.”
“Could we maybe talk about something else right now, Shannon?” Chris pleaded. “I’d like to NOT be thinking about being squished.”
“Sure hun,” Shannon obliged, giggling. “Listen, I’m really sorry about the whole shrinking thing. I wasn’t trying to hurt you, I just wanted us both to have fun this week.”
“Well,” Chris sighed, “I guess we just need to figure out what we’re gonna do to make sure all those incidents yesterday never happen again.”
“I tell you what: how about we discuss it over a little breakfast, OK?”
“Sounds good,” Chris agreed, “but could you do something for me first?”
“Sure,” Shannon complied, “What?”
“Could you please take me to the bathroom?” Chris pleaded. “I’ve been holding it in since we were upstairs!”

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Much to Chris’s relief, the next few hours passed rather quickly and without incident. After fixing a bowl of cereal for herself and giving a tiny piece to Chris, they both agreed to forgive each other and make that Sunday a fresh start. Eventually, they both retreated to the living room to watch a little TV: Chris sat on the ottoman while Shannon sat on the couch. She did, however, scoot the ottoman up against the couch and rested her legs near the edges on either side of them. Chris was skeptical at first, but seeing that Shannon was just kicking back and not trying to tease him, he let it go, opting to lie back and watch the huge, mega screen TV (at least to him, anyway).
It took a little while for Chris to get comfortable, though; not that it wasn’t soft enough, he had a hard time propping up his neck comfortably while still being able to see the TV. When Shannon saw his struggles, she grabbed a tissue from the side table and tore off a small corner to fold into a tiny pillow just for him. Chris was surprised by the gesture; when he went to accept the gift, though, he didn’t want to walk back to his previous spot, so he simply lay closer to her, not far from where the ottoman met the couch. Shannon simply giggled at his actions and, after making herself comfortable again, turned her attention back to the show.
Shannon didn’t do it intentionally, but when she repositioned herself after moving to grab the tissue, she had pulled her legs closer towards her, one laying with her foot barely dangling off the side of the couch, and the other bent with her foot resting on the ottoman, giving Chris a perfect view of her soft sole. What’s more, the position of her legs meant that her panties were visible to someone sitting in front of her, like a tiny, shrunken boy. Even when Shannon would periodically take glances on the tiny Chris to make sure he was still OK, she didn’t take any notice to how she was sitting.
Initially, Chris hadn’t taken notice of his surroundings, but once he took his first look back to keep an eye on the giantess behind him, he realized the view she was giving him, along with the foot beside him. He could feel his tiny member getting hard underneath his tiny toga, though he didn’t want it too; he knew Shannon would tease him if she saw it, but he couldn’t calm himself down or hide his shame without drawing her attention. Thus, Chris turned his focus back to the TV, trying to ignore Shannon’s posture.
Unfortunately, ignoring his giant babysitter was difficult. At one point, Shannon moved her left leg slightly, making it so that her left foot, which had been dangling just off the corner of he ottoman, was now resting upright on the edge. All the while, Chris would occasionally catch a glance at the giant feet on either side of him, and look over his shoulder at Shannon’s visible panties, making sure she wasn’t looking beforehand. Luckily, Shannon was paying too much attention to the TV to notice him peeping.
As Chris continued looking at the giant feet on either side of him, he began to question why he found Shannon’s feet suddenly so arousing. He used to hate when Shannon stuck her dirty feet in his face when he was bigger; he especially hated being stuck to her sweaty sole the day before! But then, when Shannon rubbed that sunscreen on her feet and between her toes before going out to the pool, Chris couldn’t help but stare at her soles glistening with lotion. In fact, while Chris had used the bathroom earlier, Shannon had taken the time to rub a generous amount of honey-and-coconut scented body lotion on them, commenting how the dry weather was taking its toll on her skin; traces of that lotion still lingered on Shannon’s soles, wafting into Chris’s nose. He found her feet irresistible now! But why?
Chris was so scared that he was going to be squished when Shannon was playing with him, but currently, as he ogled her fleshy sole and plump toes, he began to find them quite....sexy. What was it about being small enough to be stepped on by a huge foot with monstrous toes that made it so....appealing? How could he go from being terrified one minute to aroused the next?
Chris shook his head, trying to shake off his feelings. I can't let Shannon’s feet get me aroused, he affirmed himself. Stupid hormones! Why are you lusting after Shannon— AND after dreaming about Sue Ann?
A slight grin came upon his face, thinking back to his dream—the good parts anyway. He thought fondly of feeling Sue Ann’s soft, gentle toes caressing his tiny body. Even though it was only a dream, it felt so real, the feelings so vivid! He just wished his dream had let him feel her soft soles. I wonder what it would REALLY feel like, he pondered gleefully. Just thinking about her feet makes me...
What the hell am I thinking?! Chris snapped awake. FEET?! When the hell did I start getting turned on by feet?! Even Sue Ann’s?! Well....sure, maybe Sue Ann’s, but SHANNON’S?!
Chris glanced to either side of himself, his mind back on the giant feet currently putting on a show. He couldn’t help but think about Shannon gently rolling him around underneath her soles and between her soft, supple toes, feeling the wrinkles as she squeezed and flexed them for him; he actually wanted so desperately to be squeezed between those toes.
“Great,” he commented quietly, “I living in a foot fetishist’s dream.”
Chris tried his best to look on the bright side of his current predicament. At least this weekend hadn't been all bad, he thought, I’m seeing a side of Shannon I’d never thought I’d see: a more caring, gentle Shannon. Chris wondered if this whole experience meant that she would finally take her responsibilities seriously, and understand that if she wasn’t careful, he’d be squashed.
Chris was so engrossed in his own thoughts, he hadn’t noticed Shannon glancing down at him, catching him ogling her feet. She wondered what exactly he was thinking: did he have a thing for feet? Maybe all that playfulness yesterday had gotten him all excited. To test her theory, Shannon casually wiggled her toes and flexed her foot, only slightly, just to gage his reaction. She giggled to herself, pleased not only with the tiny Chris’s reaction—tilting his head ever so slightly and getting a teensy little boner—but also with the attention that she was getting from him.
More than just attention, Chris had obviously warmed up to her. Despite being so mad at her earlier that morning, the previous day had had some intimate moments between them. Looks like my little experiment has had quite the positive affect, Shannon thought, praising herself.
Alas, besides forcing herself onto the tiny boy, she hadn’t really been able to enjoy herself too much over the past day and a half; she wanted to do something a little intimate that both Chris and she would love. Then, Shannon got a killer idea! If Chris wanted her feet so badly, why not just give them to him?
“Like what you see, little man?” she inquired sweetly.
Chris, snapped his gaze to the giantess behind him, like a deer caught in headlights, realizing that he’d been spotted. He tried to swing his attention back to the TV, but Shannon wasn’t about to let this moment go; she knew exactly what he was doing, while Chris was mortified that she knew it too. Shannon, paused the TV, scooted her feet slightly closer to him, and addressed him again.
“Chris, I asked you a question.”
“What?” said Chris. “I wasn't doing anything, I was just....watching the show.”
“Nuh uh,” Shannon tsked, “I saw you gawking at my feet.”
“N-No I wasn’t,” he stammered.
“Admit it: you like them!” Shannon teased.
“No, I don’t!” Chris stated adamantly, standing to face her.
“Come on,” Shannon pushed, “Admit it!”
“Shannon, can we just drop this and get back to the show, please?” he begged.
“Oh, come on Chris. I promise I'll be nice if you come clean. Here, I’ll even let you rub them if you want.”
“I really don't want to, Shannon.”
“Come on, I promise if you do, I’ll let you do whatever you want to them. I’ll even let you choose what you want to do after lunch. I’ll leave you alone if that’s what you want, OK?”
“Please don’t make me,” he whined.
Shannon didn’t reply, just started tapping her right foot with a smug look of satisfaction on her face.
“Shannon....” he started to protest before reluctantly responding, “do you promise that you'll drop it if I do?”
“Sure,” she quickly agreed.
“...And you'll let me go back to the show?”
“I promise,” said Shannon, wiggling her toes in anticipation.
“Fine....I think you have....very....n-nice feet!”
“Is that all you’ve got to say?” she goaded, inching her foot closer to him, as if anticipating the feeling of a tiny boy toy between her toes again.
“Hey,” Chris objected, “you said you’d drop it if I told you ‘I liked your feet’!”
“I will, I will,” she relented, “but I was just wondering if....there was something....’else’....you wanted to do.”
“I....what? No....I don’t know....” Chris had seemingly lost the ability to form complete sentences.
“Relax, kiddo.” she eased him. “There’s no need to be embarrassed.”
“I’m....not embarrassed,” Chris somewhat quickly retorted, “I’m just....I don’t know what I am.”
“I think my little man has a foot fetish,” she teased.
“What?! No I don’t!”
“Aw, it’s okay. It’s nothing to be ashamed of.”
“Shannon, stop it!” he demanded. “I mean it!”
“Okay, I’ll stop,” she paused. “But....”
Chris started to object again, but Shannon put up a finger towards him to indicate that he should hear her out.
“....if, hypothetically....” she continued, “someone....who was shrunk down to your size DID just happen to have a foot fetish....they might, you know, try to take advantage of the situation, seeing as, they’ve had something happen to them that probably hasn’t happened to anyone ever before. And....they may not be this small forever, and wouldn’t want to miss out on what COULD be considered a ‘once in a lifetime opportunity’.”
“Shannon, I’m serious...’Take advantage’?” Chris abruptly paused, perplexed at what she meant. “What do you mean ‘take advantage’?”
“I mean,” Shannon explained, “what would you like to do?”
“I’d LIKE to get back to my TV show.” he curtly replied.
“Ugh, no,” Shannon sighed impatiently, gazing upwards as if to find the right words hanging in he air, “I mean, what would YOU like ME to do....for you?”
Chris looked away, ashamed and irritated that Shannon was pressing the subject.
“Hey,” Shannon called down, regaining Chris’s attention, “I’m serious. Whatever you want....I’ll do.”
“Shannon,” Chris said self-consciously, “you’re making me REALLY uncomfortable right now.”
“Look, it’s not like we’re doing anything ‘wrong’. Besides, no one’s gonna know but us.”
“I don’t want ANYONE to know about ANY of this, SHANNON!”
“Of COURSE NOT!” Shannon reassured him. “This’ll be OUR little secret—no pun intended!”
“No, I’m serious!” Chris commanded, “If you tell anyone about....you know....this ‘feet’ thing, I swear....”
“Who am I gonna tell?” Shannon said, shrugging her shoulders, “...except maybe Rachel.”
“SHANNON!” Chris shouted, perturbed.
“I’m just kidding, Chris,” Shannon reassured him, giggling. “I won’t tell if you won’t.”
“....Alright,” Chris said anxiously.
“....So,” Shannon hounded, “what do YOU want ME to do?”
“....R-Really?” Chris asked apprehensively.
“Yeah, whatever you want, I’ll do it.”
Chris looked at her encroaching foot, and then back up to her face:
“Um....promise you won’t make fun?” he asked nervously.
“I promise,” Shannon whispered softly, crinkling her nose.
“Aw, but you’ll think it’s weird,” Chris whimpered.
“No I won’t, honest,” Shannon said assuredly. “Go ahead, just tell me.”
Chris harkened back to his dream about Sue Ann, and how she played with him using her toes.
“Well...” he continued hesitantly, unable to form the words.
“Hey,” Shannon comforted him, “Really, no judgement. I don’t mind.”
“....Um,” Chris stammered, “OK, I’ll just...” his voice trailed off, but he motioned to the giantess that he was heading towards her awaiting foot. Shannon nodded eagerly.
Chris slowly sauntered over to Shannon’s right foot, reaching out his tiny hands and gently caressing the giant toes before him. Shannon closed her eyes and concentrated, but couldn't feel his tiny hands on even the smallest toe. She reopened them to make sure he was still there; sure enough, he was.
“I can’t even feel you, sweetie,” she said. “Could you rub a little harder?”
Chris obliged, really trying to work the skin on the bottom of her pinkie toe.
“Wow,” Shannon giggled, “it feels so weird.”
Chris stopped, thinking that she didn’t like it.
“No, please keep going,” she urged him. “I kinda like it.”
“Okay,” he called back up. Chris began to work his hands into the crevice between the toe and the ball of her foot. The more he rubbed, the more turned on he was getting. He was completely lost in the moment, forgetting all about the previous day’s events. All he wanted was to rub his hands all over the giant foot before him. As he tried to reach the next toe, however, he realized he was just barely too small to reach.
“Go on,” Shannon nudged him, “Hop on if you’d like.” She angled her foot, giving Chris easier access to climb, hoping he’d get the idea.
Chris didn’t hesitate: he immediately hopped up on her pinky toe and slowly began climbing, hoping to find a comfortable spot for what he wanted next, while Shannon looked on with anticipation. She flinched ever so slightly as she felt he tiny boy climb, squeezing her toes in reaction. Chris wondered exactly what happened, but as he looked back to her face, he saw no signs that she wanted him to stop, so he continued on until he reached the space between her 2nd and 3rd toes.
Chris took a short rest with an up close view of the space in between her toes; just inside the crevice, he noticed some globs of lotion hadn’t been rubbed rub it in, their alluring scent wafted into his nose. The globs seemed sizable to him, but Shannon’s plump fingers were probably far too big to adequately get it all evenly dispersed. Chris instinctively reached his hand in between the toes, pulling out a scoop of lotion; he played with it in his hands for a moment l, then began rubbing it into some of the dry spots on Shannon’s toes she obviously missed.
“Hey, little one,” Shannon called down, “what are you up to?”
“Oh, I uh-found some bits of lotion that you hadn’t rubbed in and so I thought maybe I’d do it for you.”
“OK,” she giggled, “thanks for the help.”
Chris made sure to rub the lotion all over the inside of Shannon’s toes, using the opportunity to ready the next phase of his plan. Without hesitation, he flung himself into the space between her toes, feeling the cool, smooth sensation of lotion-covered skin against his tiny face.
Shannon instinctively squeezed her toes slightly, a reaction to feeling something foreign in between. She was worried she may have hurt the tiny boy, afraid that Chris might choose to flee. Little did she know that it was just the reaction Chris was hoping for; he loved the feel of her soft, smooth skin enveloping him as she squeezed him in between her plump toes.
“Sorry, sweetie,” Shannon began to apologize. “Did I hurt you?”
“No!” Chris quickly uttered. “I mean, uh, no, actually it felt....really nice.”
“Really?” Shannon asked, surprised.
“Yeah!” Chris said enthusiastically. “Actually....would you mind doing it again?”
“Okay,” Shannon said, taken aback at his enthusiasm. “What ever you want.”
Over the next several minutes, Shannon gently squeezed and flexed her toes, while the tiny Chris wriggled in between, hugging and kissing them. She was careful to give him just enough room to move and breath, while still providing just the right amount of pressure to keep him happy. Chris couldn’t believe how much he was enjoying himself: he was actually reveling in the act of being squeezed between her toes. He didn’t feel afraid of Shannon currently; she was being sweet to him, gentle with him, and Chris was relieved to see a kinder, gentler Shannon.
Then, Shannon decided to have some fun, moving her left foot towards her right, trying to play along and increase Chris’s pleasure.
“Uh oh, Chris,” she teased.
“What?” he inquired.
“My other foot is getting lonely and wants to play, too.”
Chris looked on at the approaching foot, trying to struggle his way out from between her toes, but they had in in a firm grip and weren’t letting go.
“Hey, Shannon, be careful!” He called up.
“Don’t worry, hon,” she assured him. “I’ll be gentle. I know what I’m doing.”
Chris was still nervous about Shannon’s intentions, but seeing how she had been nicer to him, decided to take a chance.
“Chris, trust me,” she said softly, “I think you’ll like this.”
“Ok,” he relented, “just be careful.”
Chris put his arms out instinctively to brace himself against the approaching foot and closed his eyes, awaiting the inevitable impact. Shannon slowly brought right foot to meet her left just in front of her, eventually putting her feet together, with the anxious Chris disappearing in between.

Chris slowly opened his eyes. His arms were currently in contact with the opposing toe of Shannon’s left foot. He exhaled a sigh of relief; Shannon was keeping her word to be gentle, so far anyway.
“You still there, little guy?” Shannon called, giving her toes a gentle squeeze.
“Yeah,” Chris called from the dimly lit environment, “I’m OK.”
The toes Chris were between suddenly parted; he looked up to see Shannon’s giant face smiling down at him.
“What was that sweetie? I couldn’t hear you with my feet together.”
“I’m OK,” Chris repeated.
“Good, now see if you can wiggle yourself free and climb to the top like yesterday.”
“Well,” Chris thought long and hard, remembering how uncomfortable it was “exercising” the day before, “only if you don’t make it difficult. I thought I was supposed to be having fun.”
“We are having fun,” Shannon replied, grinning. “This is just a little game. I won’t make things too, too difficult for ya.”
“Ok, but no un-pausing the TV. If I need your help, I don’t want you distracted.”
“Deal,” Shannon agreed putting her hand around her ankles. “Ready?”
Chris nodded.
“Okay.” Shannon replied, closing her toes back together, leaving Chris in darkness once again.
Chris began squirming to try to free himself. Although he had had a hard time the previous day escaping Shannon’s toes, the lotion he had rubbed between them earlier today made her skin just slippery enough to make his escape. Once free, all he had left was the climb to the top. As he ascended to the top of Shannon’s toes, instead of reeking of sweat, her feet smelled of just the right blend of foot odor and body lotion, a more pleasant environment for Chris’s climb. The lotion did, however, make it difficult for Chris to get a firm footing on Shannon’s slippery toes, so he had to use the area where the balls of her feet met to lean against to keep from falling back down.
Meanwhile, Shannon was waiting for Chris to emerge from the top of her two compressed feet, concentrating on his movements, able to barely feel Chris’s tiny body touching her skin. It felt so weird having the tiny boy between her feet again, but if Chris liked it, it would made it even more enjoyable for her. She readjusted herself to stay comfortable while she awaited his arrival, realigning her feet in the process, unwittingly opening her feet ever so slightly before closing them again.
The surface Chris had been leaning his back upon opened up, sending him tumbling backwards between Shannon’s soles. He hadn’t even realized what had happened, but soon the only thing he felt was two fleshy walls squeezing him on either side, making it hard to breathe, threatening to squeeze him into a bloody pulp.
Shannon didn’t know it, but her readjustment came with cost. As she shifted, it allowed just enough time for Chris to fall from between her toes and become caught just behind the balls where Shannon’s feet were being pressed together.
Now, Shannon was completely unaware she was squishing the tiny Chris between the giant, fleshy soles of her feet.
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