Chris was trapped: caught in the open as Shannon turned around. All she had to do was look down and she’d see him. In desperation, he quickly dashed for the wall between the hall and living room, hoping to disappear around the corner before Shannon spotted him. He knew his size was against him, but he had to try.

Shannon scanned the floor briefly as she stood in front of the door, trying to spot Chris if he’d been brazen enough to try to follow Noreen out of the house.
“You should be so lucky she didn’t find you, little man,” Shannon taunted. “Without my potion, I might have had to do something drastic to keep all this quiet. Now, where are you?”
Shannon stomped back into the living room, scanning the floor much more intently for any sign of the tiny Chris. She was curious, however, of why, at an inch tall, Chris still managed to go unnoticed. The only thing she could figure was that he must’ve been trapped somewhere, unable to be seen nor heard. But where?
Shannon checked underneath the ottoman, feeling around all the legs in case Chris was trying to hide. Then, she checked the couch cushions again before haphazardly glancing around the living room.
“Chris, there’s no use hiding,” Shannon stated, now searching around the living room. “You’ll have to come out eventually; you’re completely helpless without me. I’m eventually gonna find you, and you’re gonna be in big trouble when I do.”
Still finding no sign of the tiny boy, Shannon was at her wits end.
“Chris, I swear,” she warned, “if you don’t come out right now, when I find you, I’m gonna step on you. And if you’re not careful I might do so accidentally, now come out right now!”
Shannon waited for almost a minute.
“All right, little man, that’s it: I’m getting the flashlight. You’ve got until I get back to come to your senses, or else...”

Chris darted around the corner just as Shannon’s huge bare feet stomped by; they were even larger than he remembered, which meant he was now smaller than he had been the previous morning. He moaned with frustration, realizing that he was now stuck at his current height for at least the next three days, and that’s if he didn’t get any smaller.
He honestly contemplated just hiding out and trying to survive on his own until the potion wore off again. He figured the kitchen would be his best bet to find scraps of food and water, maybe even etch out a little living space to stay out of sight. Unfortunately, he’d have to actually make it TO the kitchen first, and to do so meant getting there without being spotted. Who knows what Shannon would do if she found him?
As he discretely watched Shannon searching for him, taking angst-ridden note of every threat she made, Chris came to the unpleasant realization that everything she had said was true. Even if he DID make it to he kitchen, he’d not only had to survive, but survive for 3 whole days at less than a 1/4 of an inch tall with an evil, giant woman looking for him the entire time. What’s worse, if he wasn’t careful, Shannon could step on him accidentally again. He’d been lucky enough to survive being stepped on so far by two different women, but being stuck under a giant woman’s foot was no picnic; he did NOT want to go through it again.
When Chris heard that Shannon was going for a flashlight, he knew he’d have to find some shelter. Unfortunately, before he could figure out another hiding spot, she started stomping towards his position. Chris stood perfectly still and closed his eyes...
He breathed a sigh of relief when he heard Shannon‘s giant feet boomed past. Chris opened his eyes, watching intently as Shannon strolled down the hallway to the kitchen, no doubt headed for the utility drawer.
This might be my only chance, Chris thought. Maybe I can slink along the wall and get behind the TV stand before Shannon gets back. Then, I could—
*DING DONG*
The loud gonging of the doorbell had Chris’s ears ringing in agony.
“I’m really getting tired of everything sounding so damn loud!” he cursed, covering his ears.
Chris gasped, snapping his head up in a sudden moment of clarity. Noreen?! Had she come back to look for him? Had she realized the truth?
Chris became very anxious, but figured he’d best stay out of sight, at least until he knew that it WAS Noreen at the door. If it wasn’t, he contemplated trying to find a way to sneak out the front door, but ultimately decided against it: even with Shannon searching for him, Chris figured he’d still be better off inside the house rather than out. He crossed his fingers and closed his eyes, silently praying Noreen had come back to save him.

Great! Shannon thought in frustration upon hearing the doorbell, Noreen’s coming back. I may have to resort to more drastic measures to keep her quiet.
Shannon stomped angrily towards the front door trying to keep her cool, but gritting her teeth all the while.
“Chris,” she called lowly, “if you know what’s good for you, you’ll stay out of sight.”
Shannon was so flustered she didn’t even bother to check the peephole; she quickly unlocked the deadbolt and swung the door open.
“Noreen, I said I’d call—“
Shannon stopped mid-sentence. The person at the door wasn’t Noreen; it was a slightly younger women wearing a white top with a white polka-dot navy blue skirt and flats. She wasn’t much taller than Shannon, with shoulder-length light brown hair and blond highlights.
“Uh, hi,” the woman spoke, slightly confused at Shannon’s comment. “Sorry to bother you, but I was wondering if I could see Chris?”
“Who’s asking?” Shannon replied, slightly suspicious.
“Oh, I’m sorry, we haven’t met. My name’s...”

Chris opened his eyes; he had just heard an angelic voice. This time, however, it wasn’t Noreen.
“No, it couldn’t be,” Chris said to himself, “could it?”
He listened intently to conversation between Shannon and the woman at the door. At the very moment she introduced yourself to Shannon, Chris spoke her name:
“Sue Ann!” Chris and the giantess spoke in unison.

“...I was supposed to look after Chris this week,” the woman at the door continued, “but I got called out of town for a last minute client meeting. I just got back and wanted to stop by and say hello to him.”
“Oh! Well, I’m Shannon....Shannon Miller; I’ve been Chris’s babysitter for practically forever.”
“Oh, so you’re Shannon,” Sue Ann recalled. “It’s nice to finally meet you. Chris has told me a lot about you.”
“Huh,” Shannon uttered disdainfully. “Good things, I hope.”
“Uh, of course,” Sue Ann stammered, biting her lip. “And I’m sure he’s mentioned me, too.
“Once or twice,” Shannon understated.
“Anyway,” Sue Ann continued, “I was hoping to apologize to him for having to cancel on such short notice.”

“SUE ANN!” Chris called out, making his way along the wall back to the entrance of the hallway. He couldn’t believe his luck: Sue Ann had come for him. She’d actually stopped by to check on him. Chris found new motivation and energy, running as fast as he could to make it to the front door hoping to be rescued from his nightmare. He’d rather be stuck with Sue Ann than Shannon for the next several days.

“Ah, well unfortunately, Chris is feeling a little under the weather today,” Shannon said.
“Oh, I’m sorry to hear that. Is it, like, the flu or something?”
“You know, he’s just come down with a ‘little’ something,” Shannon replied slyly. “Anyway, he’s kind of indisposed at the moment.”
“Gee, that’s too bad. I hope I didn’t catch you at a bad time,” Sue Ann remarked, motioning to Shannon‘s bathrobe.
“Not at all. I....just got out of the shower. I’ll make sure to tell Chris you stopped by, OK?” Shannon said, starting to close the door.

“SUE ANN, WAIT! PLEASE, DON’T LEAVE! WAIT!” Chris squeaked, darting around the corner, hoping to make it to the front door before Shannon shooed her away.
Unfortunately, he took the next corner a little too sharply, tripping as he reached the hallway. Chris fell flat on his face, smacking the ground with a tiny *thwack* on the hardwood floor.
“Argh,” Chris moaned in agony, “dang it!”
He scrambled to his feet as quickly as he could, pushing through the pain. He had to make it out the front door before Sue Ann left. She was his only hope.

Shannon started closing the door, but Sue Ann placed her right hand upon it, stopping it from shutting.
“Well, hang on a second,” Sue Ann interposed, “Could I just go and say a quick ‘hi’ to him? It might make him feel better to see me. It normally does.”
“Uh, you know, now’s not really a good time,” Shannon replied, “He really needs to get some rest, and I need to do a few things around the house that I haven’t been able to take care of for the past couple days. I’m sure you understand.”
“I-I understand completely, but it’ll only take a second. I’m sure he’ll sleep soundly once he sees me.”
“I understand your concern, but I’m afraid it’s just not the best time right now,” Shannon retorted. “You see, I think he still might be contagious. In fact, I kind of feel a little off myself. I wouldn’t want you to catch anything.”
“Uh, OK,” Sue Ann stammered quizzically, “but if it’s alright with you, can I leave you my phone number? That way you can call me when Chris is feeling a little better and I can apologize.”
“You know what? That’s perfect,” Shannon replied. “And the moment Chris is back to his normal self, we’ll be sure to give you a call.”
“Uh, OK, let me find a pen and paper here,” Sue Ann said, rummaging through her purse.

“Sue Ann!” Chris strained, still in pain from his fall. “Sue Ann, wait! Please, don’t leave!”
He stumbled forward, moving as fast as he could. If circumstances were different, Chris might have stuck near the wall, running along the molding to avoid capture, but he didn’t have that kind of time. Sue Ann was about to leave, and he had to get to the front door as quickly as possible.
Maybe I can grab onto one of her flats, Chris thought. I’d just have to hold on until Sue Ann got back to her place. As long as I don’t get sucked under her foot, I should be OK.
Of course, none of that would matter if Chris didn’t make it past Shannon, who was currently playing a clever game of subterfuge.
“SUE ANN, DON’T LISTEN TO HER! SHE’S LYING!” Chris squeaked in frustration. “SUE ANN, HELP ME, PLEASE! I’M DOWN HERE!”
Chris approached Shannons giant feet, her left foot square on the floor and her right one propped on the knuckles of its toes. Chris quickly darted underneath her, keeping his eyes on the threshold of the front doorway. If he could just make it there before it closes....
Suddenly, Sue Ann’s head started shifting downwards; Chris doubled his pace.
Yes! he thought excitedly. She’s gonna see me! She’s gonna find me! I’m sa—
Before Chris could finish his thought, everything went dark.

Sue Ann has just pulled a pen and some paper out of her purse when she heard Shannon gasp.
“What?! What’s wrong?” Sue Ann recoiled.
“N-Nothing,” Shannon stammered.
“Then why did you gasp?”
“I was just....catching my breath, that’s all.”
Sue Ann paused uncertainly, skeptical of Shannon’s answer, but then went back to writing wrote down her phone number.
“OK, there you go,” Sue Ann said, handing the paper to Shannon. “Just....give me a call when Chris starts to feel better, OK?”
“Yup, as soon as he’s back to normal, we’ll call ya,” Shannon said hurriedly.
“OK, fine,” Sue Ann replied, now very weirded out at Shannon’s behavior. “Uh, s-sorry to bother you.”
“It’s OK. Bye.” Shannon said, maneuvering awkwardly out of the way of the closing door.
“Uh, bye,” Sue Ann raised her hand timidly as the door closed.
She stood on the porch for a moment with eyebrows raised, reflecting on the awkwardness of the conversation she’d just had, then slowly turned and headed back down the walk to her car, remotely unlocking the driver-side door. She tossed her purse in the passenger seat then placed her keys in the ignition...
Sue Ann paused suddenly, getting an unnerving feeling. Her eyes glanced back to the front door of Chris’s house. Something didn’t feel right, but she couldn’t figure it what.
She shook her head and sighed, turning on the ignition, then slowly pulled her car down the street and out of sight.

Shannon stared through the peephole, biting her lip anxiously as she waited for Sue Ann to drive away. Once the car was gone, she turned and leaned on the door, heaving a sigh of relief.
She grinned smugly, looking down at her scrunched foot.
“Nice try, little boy,” she said to herself.
Shannon shifted her weight, leaning on the front door as she flipped and lifted her right foot, plopping it into her left hand. Carefully, she relaxed her toes...
There was Chris: a fraction of the height he once was, trapped between her second and third toes, struggling for freedom. Shannon smirked with sadistic glee as she watched the tiny boy desperately wiggling to get free. It was no surprise, she figured he’d be squirming and writhing for freedom, but even though she was literally staring right at him, Chris was so small now she could hardly feel it. In fact, had Shannon not been fully aware that he was currently between her toes, she wouldn’t have felt him or noticed at all.
Minutes before, when Sue Ann was searching her purse for a pen and paper, Shannon happened to glance down at the floor. At first, she thought there was a dust speck blowing across the floor, but quickly realized the teeny tiny little speck was Chris running between her legs, making a mad dash to the front door.
Shannon couldn’t hold back the gasp when she spotted him, quickly yet gently placing her right foot on top of him with a tiny pat before Sue Ann noticed. During the end of their conversation, she scrunched her toes gently, trapping little boy in between them; however, she had to make some awkward movements to close the front door without taking any steps.
“Well, well, well,” Shannon taunted him smugly as he squirmed between her toes, “Look what we have here: a brazen little boy. *Sigh*, Looks like you shrunk down again, huh? No wonder Noreen and I couldn’t find you. I knew you’d try something like this, you naughty boy, and I was more than ready for it.
“So, trying to escape, huh? Shame on you. First with Noreen, and just now with that Sue Ann girl? Get it through your little head, Chris, you’re mine!”
Chris tried to squeak something in protest, but Shannon wasn’t going to listen, not that she could really understand him anyway.
“You might as well save your breath, kiddo,” Shannon said with disdain, “I can barely hear you, let alone understand you; and don’t you go blaming me for how small you are. I only wanted you to shrink down to a couple of inches; YOU’RE the one who knocked the potion out of my hand and spilled it all over yourself. Now look at you: you’re smaller than you were before. Probably less than a 1/4 of an inch tall, maybe closer to an 1/8. It’s YOUR fault you’re this small, not mine, and you’re gonna have to live with that until it wears off again.”
Chris tried squeaking something again, desperately pushing against Shannon’s toes to free himself.
“Squirm all you want, Chris, I’m not taking you out of there. It’s your own fault you’re in this mess, and trying to leave? How dare you?! I thought we were making great progress, Chris. I thought we were coming to mutual understanding. I thought you were actually starting to finally develop feelings for me, but it was all a ploy: you were never falling for me, you were just scared I’d squish you. Well, the joke’s on you: you’re MY little boy toy, and I’m not giving up on us.”
Shannon motioned to the door with her head, scoffing at the beautiful woman who just left.
“Humph, I don’t know what you see in her, Chris. I’ll admit, she’s....sort of attractive, but does she have a pair of these?” Sharon snarled, wiggling her breasts at him, “Or a nice, juicy ass?”
Shannon slapped her hip with her free hand, proud at how well endowed she was compared to Sue Ann.
“And what about my feet? You said you liked them; that you loved it when I squeezed them playfully for you,” Shannon gave her toes a tiny scrunch, watching Chris squeak in agony, “but you were just lying, weren’t you?”
Chris tried to explain himself, that Shannon was mistaken about her feet, but she wasn’t having any of it.
“I’m way more of woman than her, but you just refuse to see it. Well, you’re really gonna pay for it now. You’ll learn to love me: one way, or another!”
Shannon lowered her foot back to the floor, Chris squeaking in utter fear and protest until her toes made contact with the hardwood surface. Then, she started walking, taking extreme care not to put too much pressure on the toes of her right foot: she wanted Chris to suffer, but she didn’t actually want to squish him. Each step she took was soft and deliberate, her sticky feet making slurping sounds as they lifted off the wood floor.
Unfortunately for Chris, despite Shannon’s efforts, each step was absolute torture. Her feet were so sticky he stayed well-plastered, and upside down, to the skin between her toes, and they were also so sweaty and smelly from all the running around she’d done earlier that the odor forcibly invaded Chris’s nostrils, making him gag; all that, coupled with the violent up-and-down movement of his environment, made him barf. Thankfully, it fell on the floor below, and it was such a microscopic amount Shannon would never even notice. And, even though she was trying to be somewhat careful, Shannon squeezed her toes with each step, continuously threatening to squish Chris like a little bug.
Shannon headed into the kitchen and pulled out a chair from the table. She adjusted her bathrobe, then plopped her ass in the seat, crossing her right leg over her left thigh, swinging it back and forth at the knee, and occasionally tapping her foot in the air, no doubt torturing the tiny boy between her toes.
Eventually, through combination of playing on her phone, swinging her leg, and tapping her foot, Shannon’s anger dissipated and she finally calmed down a bit, choosing to focus and reflect on the good times and fun she’d had over the past few days. She simply couldn't get over it: not only had she been alone with her young dream boy, but she felt a new sense of power and dominance over him. Having him so tiny this week had given her the chance to bond with him, get him to feel attracted to her, and find her sexy and irresistible. Regardless of how mad he seemed to get, Shannon she knew that she could bring those feelings inside him to the surface, despite his objections. Little Chris was going to be hers forever, no matter what.
While the tiny boy struggled and squirmed for freedom between her toes, Shannon harkened back to the fun she had with her shrunken ex-boyfriend, Steve: how she had rolled him around under her feet, squeezing him between her toes to feel his struggles. She giggled, thinking about the pleasure she felt when she’d sit on him, wiggling her ass, farting, feeling his tiny body squirming, struggling to get free (no doubt for fresh air).
Shannon vividly remembered putting the tiny man down the front of her panties, feeling him rubbing against her vaginal lips, and the ecstasy she felt when she shoved his tiny body inside her as he squirmed and struggled for freedom from her enormous pussy, causing her to build to orgasm. It all made her so wet, she was practically squirming in her seat.
She just wished that on fateful day she hadn't been so careless, and that HE hadn't been so brazen.

That fateful Sunday morning started off well: Shannon woke up in her bedroom of her apartment. Her thin, silk nighty slid over her smooth skin as she stretched. It only took her a moment to become lucid enough to remember the past few days.
Three nights before, her boyfriend, Steve, had come over, no doubt hoping to get lucky after work on Thursday with a 3-day weekend to look forward to. He was actually thinking that Shannon was becoming too much of a hassle for what she was worth: not giving in to his advances when it suited him. As far as he was concerned, she was nothing more than a booty call: someone he could guilt trip into needing him.
Steve wasn't abusive physically, but he played mind games, making Shannon think she needed him. He’d constantly hint that she was getting robust and needed to lose weight, saying how Shannon's ass would ‘make a black man proud’.
Little did he know what Shannon was planning: a sweet revenge.
That evening, she’d brought him a beer laced with a shrinking potion she'd gotten from a guy friend at a chemical research lab. Steve took a few big sips, thinking nothing more of it, eyeing Shannon's breasts, hoping to rip off her shirt and watch her tits jiggle.
Suddenly, he began to feel strange; the room started to grow. The next thing he knew he was tiny — barely an inch tall. He could hardly wrap his mind around what had happened, when the booming laughter of a giant woman made him recoil in fear.
Shannon stood barefoot over the tiny man on the carpet in front of her, laughing at his predicament.
"Well, well, well," she taunted, "What do we have here? A tiny little Steve? How ironic. Now who's the short one?!"
Shannon could hear only tiny squeaks of protest from the tiny man at her feet; she wasted no time in having her fun. She immediately wrapped her plump toes around his tiny body, squeezing him in between, laughing at his discomfort, taunting him, and talking down to him.
"Now then little man, this weekend in going to go a little different than I'm sure you were expecting. We're gonna have a little fun....and by we, I mean me!"
The rest of that evening, Shannon played with her catch: sitting on him for making snide remarks about her fat ass; farting on him constantly; rolling him under her feet and between her toes, feeling him squirm for freedom; and that night, she forced him to sleep in her panties all night long, most definitely NOT where he would have preferred.
The next day was more of he same: Shannon barely gave him a moment's reprieve. She experimented trapping him in (or under) places all over her well-endowed body. She even tied him to her bath-and-body sponge when she showered, lathering it up and slathering soap all over....in every crevice.
Shannon felt like she was a queen....nay, a goddess. Steve had treated her like shit; like she was nothing; now, she was returning the sentiment.
On Saturday morning, however, the shrinking effect was starting to wear off. Shannon awoke a little after 9 to something wiggling inside her panties. She reached into her panties to investigate, quickly realizing that her shrunken boyfriend had grown to about 3 inches in height. Steve’s increased size had reduced the room he had to move around in Shannon's panties to the point where he was struggling to breathe against her giant ass.
Shannon, realizing the potion was starting to wear off -- but not completely, as he still hadn't grown back to his normal height -- decided to have a little more fun. Shannon was gonna take every advantage while he was still small enough to be dominated, and boy did she!
At around three inches tall, he made a ticklish little butt plug, and at 6 inches, his size made him the perfect dildo: Shannon thoroughly enjoyed thrusting his tiny body in and of her pussy, his screams and struggles only serving to heighten her ecstasy.
Though he was still small enough to be overpowered, even at a 2 feet high, Shannon knew that eventually it would be almost impossible to keep him quiet; furthermore, once he reached a few feet tall, she would no longer be able to keep him captive.
Thinking quickly, she wrestled Steve to the ground, grabbed another dose of the potion, and, while sitting on top of his limbs, forced him to drink. The effect was once again almost immediate: Steve began to shrink away once again, cursing her as he did. Soon, he disappeared underneath her crotch, covered in wet cum from Shannon’s excitement. She was gonna make sure he never took advantage of her again!
Alas, despite all the fun she’d had, Shannon knew she couldn't keep Steve small forever. The effects were only temporary, and he’d grow back up in a couple days again. And, with all the torture she’d put him through, Steve might blab about it to someone. Shannon would need to keep him quiet after it was all over.
Tragically, that problem would be solved for her.
Shannon slowly got out of bed the next morning; her silk nighty slid down her body, hanging just low enough to cover her panties. She was still slightly drowsy and had to pee so badly that she didn't even look over to the plastic aquarium sitting on her bookshelf where she was keeping her tiny boyfriend; if she had, she would’ve realized he’d escaped early that morning, using the loose books to descend down to the floor.
He was currently halfway down the hallway toward the bathroom, sticking near the wall in case he needed to duck out of sight. As he neared the end of the hall, where was the second bedroom just catty corner from the bathroom, he could hear Shannon stirring. He quickly hugged the wall at the edge of the carpet and lay flat on his stomach to avoid detection.
Shannon, still somewhat drowsy, strolled down the hallway to the bathroom, completely oblivious to the tiny man crouching for cover. Once she entered the bathroom, she immediately pulled down her panties and sat on the toilet.
Meanwhile, Shannon's tiny boyfriend held his breath as her giant feet boomed by. He breathed a sigh of relief when he realized that she hadn't noticed him, but he silently cursed her when he saw that she’d left the bathroom door open. He had planned on using the cover to make a break for the front of the apartment; now, he’d have to make other plans.
Steve hugged the wall and slowly worked his way to hide in the second bedroom, as he was afraid that dashing for the front door would get him captured.
Just before the second bedroom sat an air-conditioning vent in the wall. As he passed the vent, he saw Shannon getting off the toilet. He paused, waiting for just the right moment: once Shannon flushed he toilet, she turned towards the sink with her back to him.
Now was his chance.
Suddenly, as Shannon turned on the sink, the air-conditioner clicked on with a huge rush of cool air. Poor Steve was so light he went flying out from the wall directly into the center of the hallway carpet.
Meanwhile, Shannon finished washing and drying her hands, turning off the light as she headed back to her room. She never even noticed her tiny boyfriend was laying prone in the middle of the hallway carpet. As the tiny man regained consciousness, shaking his head to regain his composure, Shannon’s giant figure was nearly right on top of him. He could only scream in terror as Shannon's giant foot appeared overhead and came crashing down upon him.
*Crunch*!
Shannon stopped dead in her tracks when she realized she had stepped on something; she quickly moved her foot. There, on the carpet beneath her, was a tiny red stain....and the crushed remains of her shrunken boyfriend.
“SHIT!” she cried. “Damn it, Steve! You stupid bastard! What the hell were you thinking?!” She headed back to the bathroom and wiped Steve’s leftover remains off her foot with some toilet paper, taking a moment to compose herself. Actually, things weren’t so bad: the problem of keeping the shrinking thing a secret was now completely taken care of; Steve wasn’t going to say anything ever again. It was actually OK with her, he was a jerk anyway. The only resentment she had was that she wasn't done having fun with him yet.
“Had I known I was going to squish you, I would've savored the moment,” she boasted, dropping the toilet paper with his remains into the bowl. “Oh well. Bye bye, Stevie!”
With that, Shannon flushed the toilet, watching what remained of her tiny boyfriend disappear down the hole. At that moment, she swore that if she ever got the chance to shrink someone ever again, she’d be more careful. So, when Chris's parents asked Shannon to watch him at the last minute for a whole week, she jumped at the chance! She was going to have so much fun, and the best part was: no one would believe Chris even if he told. They’d just chalk it up to his wild imagination!
Shannon also knew, however, to savor those tiny moments with Chris. She may not get many more chances to babysit him after her turned 14. Soon, he’d be too old for a babysitter, and there’d go her chance to have him all to herself. Luckily, the shrinking potion wouldn’t wear off until Friday now—plenty of time to have her fun. She wouldn't make the same mistake with Chris that she made with her ex-boyfriend, though, and this time, she knew a little better what his limits were.
Everything’s going to be perfect, Shannon thought smugly: Chris would be all hers for the next three days, there’d be no evidence that he was ever tiny, and no one would ever suspect a thing, except maybe Noreen, or his nosy friend Rachel. Shannon would have to tread very carefully not to arouse any more suspicion. In the meantime, however, she chose to focus on all the ways she could abuse Chris the rest of the week, while still keeping him aroused occasionally.
“Ooh, this is going to be so much fun!” Shannon said to herself excitedly as she glanced pridefully at her foot, gently wiggling her toes, and gleefully thinking about what the tiny boy between them was going to endure over the next few days.