I have given up everything so I could become small.

More than anything else, that was the idea that pervaded all of my thoughts as I looked around the messy, disheveled room that now loomed around me like something out of a fairy tale. That bed that I could easily rest on mere moments ago had now transformed into this grand, otherworldly mountain over a mile away. Just reaching it would take ten minutes. I didn’t even try to imagine how long I’d need to climb it. Or even if I physically could.

From the room-sized discarded socks to the skyscraper height dresser and the Lady Liberty-scaled television, everything confirmed the fact that I had now officially crossed the point of no return. There would be no returning from this size; and for what?

For my own sick pleasure.

Once, I was like anyone else. Perhaps like you even. A normal young man with a rather normal life. I had my own proclivities towards the arts and other tastes that made me my own man of course; but by all I accounts I was a normal 20-something among many, many other normal 20-somethings. 

What made me truly unique however, were the things the world didn’t see rather than what they could. For you see, I am...Shall we say...A giant enthusiast. Put bluntly, I like my women like I like my mountains: vast, awe-inspiring, and beautiful. That in itself wasn’t especially strange. There isn’t a person in the world who didn’t have some specific taste or fantasy, and I was content to let it remain that. A personality quirk and my own personal taste.

Never, in all my life would I have discovered it was actually possible.

The revelation shocked me and at first I didn’t believe it, but as the days went on and my thoughts were clouded by this knowledge I...tested it and discovered that yes, things could indeed be shrunken down. This, for the record, was the start of my descent into depravity.

Every day I would go to work and slave away to earn money just to get by another day, this knowledge working at the back of my mind. All those fantasies I ever had. They could be a reality. 

However, it wasn’t that easy. Reality never is. The most obvious reason being sexual fantasies are fantasies for a reason. Life isn’t so convenient as to just let you live out your dream of being a sex slave, or being some kind of confident lady killer with a harem, or, in my case, the plaything to a beautiful giant. If you vanish people ask questions. People get worried; and for me, finding that fabled giant who would treat me as poorly as I desired to be treated proved...Challenging.

Strangers were a flat no. I wouldn’t put that much faith in someone I had never met and, to be honest, the lack of emotional attachment was sort of a dealbreaker. Friends and acquaintances seemed tempting at first but...Also not ideal. At least not like that. Not because I wouldn’t enjoy it. Embarrassing as it is to admit, the idea of some of my more attractive friends eyeing me with disgust as they did horrible things with me was...nice. Hey, I never said I was a saint.

No no no. It was because I wanted to have my cake and eat it too. I wanted to be the tiny toy of a friend - While also not ruining that image they had of me. I wanted the helpless shrunken man and the normal person to be two different entities in their mind which, needless to say, was impossible.

This doesn’t even get into all the many other thoughts and concerns I had. What of my relationships? My other friends? My family? All my possessions? My job? My life?Even with my fantasy right in front of me it seemed like it would forever remain that. And yet the thoughts kept haunting me, visions of me helpless at the feet of one far larger than I.

A scary part of my mind began to rationalize it all. I could lay the groundwork so all my belongings would go somewhere. If I just vanished and nobody was none the wiser than their image of me could remain intact. And if my giant was not aware that they were my giant then...Well...I wouldn’t need to fear judgement or rejection.

Was it a creepy mindset to be in? Did it cross a line and objectify my friends for no benefit other than my own? Was it me putting all this baggage on my peers because of my own selfish and lustful desires? Yes, yes, and very yes. 

I had a choice in front of me, a fork in the road if you will. To the path on my left I continued my life into the unknown future. I could continue working my mundane job, or I could one day make it to where I wanted to be. I could spend years with my friends and perhaps even find love...Or end up old and alone. It was a path where nothing was certain and lifelong despair was as possible as lifelong joy.

Then there was the path on my right, the path I ultimately went. Where I would set the stage so I could leave this world without any problem. Where I would scheme to shrink and throw myself at one of my unaware friends like the shameless pervert I am until I would inevitably die. But, I would die living my fantasy. Rather than risk it all on fate, I would take my fate into my own hands with a definitive end.

It wasn’t an easy decision, nor will I claim I made it quickly. Truth be told I was terrified up until the very end. Days if not weeks were spent thinking and rethinking it all over. Who to choose. Doubting myself. Thinking of the best way to distribute my belongings. Questioning everything every step of the way and second guessing all of it as many times as you could imagine.

Was I a terrible person for even considering this? Perhaps. A coward? Also likely. Suicidal was also quite likely. Believe me, nobody understood this more than I. This plan was disgusting and pathetic in a way you couldn’t even dream of. There was a reason this stuff stayed in the land of fantasy and yet...I did it. I did it all. 

I went about securing a will of sorts. I learned the schedule of my chosen giant and figured out a way to get in while she was away. Then, when I was in her room, I shrank myself. As they say, when there’s a will there’s a way.

Now, here I stood. My doubts went away with the knowledge that this could never be undone. My days as a human being were now over. Now I was something lesser. An insect? No, not quite. I was a step above that, but not by much. With the disgusting choices I had made though I definitely lost any right to call myself human.

I had given up everything so I could become small.

Looking over her room, I couldn’t help but marvel at what a surreal landscape it had become. She was never the neatest girl and indeed her room was quite messy. Clothes were haphazardly tossed around, her bed wasn’t made, and dozens of little objects were scattered on the floor. Exploring it all would take days just to find anything I would deem of worth for my perversions; however, I hadn’t just shrunk myself in a random spot.

One of the many decisions I had to rack with was exactly what I would do once shrunken. By the nature of my plan I would only have one chance. One way to live out my fantasy. I could’ve hidden myself in some underwear and gotten intimate with her. Or maybe even stow away in some leftover food to be one with her forever; but no. No, I stood in front of the many carelessly tossed shoes of my dear friend.

Chief among them were a pair of white boots with soles that rose over four times taller than I was and stood two stories high. Near them were a few sets of tennis shoes of varying degrees of dirtiness, as well as a pair of red high heels that I noted had the dust of disuse on them. 

Yes, I had tossed aside my humanity for my friend’s old worn shoes. Sue me.

As I walked towards the looming footwear I could feel my tongue beginning to salivate and my chest begin to pulse. I had doubts before, but now something carnal was beginning to take root within me. I looked to those boots and despaired at the fact I couldn’t climb into them. My eyes turned to the dusty heels and I just sighed about what a waste it was. 

In the end the gift she had granted me was one of her tennis shoes. A bright pink thing that still gleamed like it was relatively new. The pristine white sole had a bit of dirt to it but it otherwise looked immaculate. Approaching it, I put my hand to the rubber material and shuddered; it was hard as solid rock. 

I had become so small and weak that even the sole of a tennis shoe seemed like this impervious wall I could never penetrate.

That realization made my knees buckle and a heat burst from my loins. I had brought my trembling lips up to the sole and felt one last pang of doubt. As though at any moment I would awaken from this dream or my friend would come and stop me. No such thing, I kissed the tennis shoe and felt the grimy dirt coat my lips. The taste that assailed me was not a pleasant one, but the pleasure it brought me made it taste sublime.

One kiss became many and soon I had begun to lick and caress this shoe like the body of a woman. I knew that she would be gone for quite some time so I just went for it. Any doubts I had were now completely erased and in that vacant void lust had totally taken over. I stripped my clothes just so I could be a little closer to it all, to bask in the filth and humiliation of what I was doing.

My tongue danced all along the grooves of the white rubber and the rougher it got the more I was elated; but I soon needed more than that. My lewd adventures had taken me to the shoe’s turned-over companion, and the cavern that was the opening entryway inside. 

Wandering into it I soon encountered her scent. It permeated this chamber that stretched into the inky blackness. A subtle sensation, but one that fired me up all the same as I went into it. Deeper and deeper, until I was met with the toe of the shoe and the five imprints of toes along the insole. This tasted even worse than the sole did, but the feelings it gave me were twice as euphoric. 

I did a lot more than just lick that insole too. I murmured to it. I rolled around against it, at the worn dirt and lingering moisture until it completely covered me. Finding a small tear in the rubber material was like a gift from the heavens as I focused my attentions on that, thrusting in and out. Yes, I had begun to fuck my friend’s shoe. Perhaps not the sexiest way to phrase that, but that was undoubtedly what I was doing.

While it certainly did not feel like it, I spent over two hours in that heated frenzy. Two hours frantically pleasuring myself against the foot paraphernalia of a lifelong friend. A new low in a spiraling downward journey.

BOOM

The first step was the one that snapped me back to reality. I heard the soft roar in the distance. Felt the walls rumble as someone approached. Then came the loud grinding sounds of a key in the lock and it all intensified. The footsteps were a series of explosions that rapidly drew closer and the walls shook so violently, to me at least, that I was convinced the apartment would collapse in on itself.

She was home at last.

I hurried to the opening of the shoe, blinded by the intense light of the outside world; and there she was. My muse, as physically perfect as ever.

A towering figure with cocoa brown complexion, a physique that was on the lean side but I noted the hints of chub under a tight-fitting shirt. Far, far above was the face of an angel framed by dark brown hair and set in a bored frown as she began to remove her glasses. Though as you may have guessed, my interests were a bit further south.

Her legs were surprisingly toned for how little she actually exercised. They seemed like the teasing preview to what followed as my eyes soon glimpsed her feet. Two large brown peds in a pair of visibly worn blue sandals. Her toes flexed idly as she stood in the door for a just a moment, but thanks to my entranced, aroused state that moment seemed to last an eternity.

This was my best friend; emphasis on was. Since, looking at her now, I could not see her as anything less than a God. A bit of a cliche perhaps, but one for a reason. My mind struggled to relate the mental image of my dear friend to this monstrous goliath in the distance. Every fiber of my being told me she was something more.Something far above what I would ever be. She was a creature in the world I had abandoned for my sick pleasures.

Plus, with the depraved things I had done and intended to do, I had no right to call her a friend any longer. She was now the object of my love and worship. I would give her all my belongings and even my life as apology and recompense for what I’ve done, and I doubted it would be enough, but ‘twas all I had. 

Seeing her move was a mystical thing. Something that large should not have moved as swiftly and fluidly as she did. I watched mesmerized as she made her way towards where I was and lazily kicked her sandals off. Then when she turned and lazily hopped onto her bed and pull out her phone. 

For the moment I was stunned, feeling like my being here was somehow crossing yet another line. By this point however, my perversions had completely taken over. My only thoughts weren’t of shame or disgust, but disappointment she had gone to that unreachable world atop her bed. 

That said, she had not left without a blessing. Her sandals were right there, fresh with her presence; and I was just beginning to grow tired of my current den of debauchery. 

It really is amazing just what you can do when you’ve committed to sinning. Even with my friend right there in the room I shamelessly made my way to her sandal, every booming sound she made now the perfect ambient noise for my pleasure. The sandal sole stood about four feet tall relative to me, which proved a bit annoying to climb but I had managed to do so. Once there I gasped as I felt it.

It was still warm.

This sandal was still warm with her heat and still carried her lingering sweat and her aromatic scent. Just as I felt like my loins were beginning to reach their limit I felt completely reinvigorated and went right back into it. There was no preamble this time, I just licked and thrust and kissed and did all manner of sick things to that footwear right away.

The sour taste of rubber and faded sweat lingered over my long-since dried out tongue but I just did not care. Even with my friend right there a mere mile away I couldn’t bring myself to care. I had accepted I was now subhuman scum; and if I was going to be scum then by God I was going to enjoy it. 

Memories of my days as a human had already begun to seem like the memories of someone else. Of an actual person who mattered and had aspirations. All that existed now was the lust, and the lust compelled me to only lick and grind myself harder into the rubbery insole. Were one to inspect her sandal’s right about then, they’d have seen my tiny frame right where the sandal strap was, holding it as one would a lover and doing what one does to a lover with it. It was a sad display, but it made me happy to finally be free of any pretenses of humanity.

How long that went on for I couldn’t say. I was aware she was there, at first toying with her phone then messing around on a laptop. Occasionally she even said something with that powerful, alluring voice she had. It could’ve been ten minutes or ten hours, I sincerely have no idea. All I was aware of was that as much as I relished worshiping the sandals, they would pale in comparison to the real thing. 

Seemingly as though answering that silent prayer, she eventually moved. My attentions stopped as I froze and followed her with my gaze, watching as she paced the room, exited, came back in, exited again, and soon came to a rest before her sandals at long last.

Oh my God it’s finally gonna happen! I thought in pure, unrestrained elation.

Her eyes remained squarely locked on her phone while her left foot blindly poked around for her sandal. Oh what a tease. She soon managed to secure it and slide it seamlessly on, then came the other foot for me. 

All my instincts cried No! and said that I had to run in order to live another day; and all my perversions demanded I face my fate head on. After all, part of the deal I had made to myself was I wouldn’t take advantage of her for longer than necessary. This was going out with a bang. Not eking out a meager existence in her shadow. Her...massive...beautiful shadow…

The line of brown toes came right for me and I gasped as the ground beneath me shifted. I fell back when the sandal moved, flying just far enough that her toes stopped just shy of me. Their cocoa brown softness tempted me, damn near begging me to rush at them - And so I did. 

While she tapped a quick text along her phone I rushed at the digits and pressed my hands to her skin in pure, visceral joy. It was even softer than I had imagined! And, granted, a bit coarse to the touch as well. To say nothing of the faint moisture of her sweat and bodily oils. Such minor flaws only added to the charm for me; and before I took this final step, I gently pressed my lips to the tip of her big toe and whispered my thanks.

She would never realize it, but she was going to take everything from me; and give me so much more in return. She was the perfection that haunted my deepest fantasies. The beacon that lit my darkest hour and showed me the way. The muse who inspired me to follow my heart and embrace the boiling perversions deep within. There was never a moment where my choice wasn’t her. It was silly I ever even considered anyone else.

It was a bit funny to think it had all started decades ago. With a pair of children meeting at a school bus stop. In hindsight, her confident attitude was probably a contributing factor to my tastes in the first place. She just couldn’t help how amazing she was; but it was okay. For this moment, right here and right now, I would treat her like the Goddess she truly was.

That was the moment the last part of me as a person died. With my thanks I went at her foot, tongue rolled out to lick while my tiny body rubbed up against her far larger toes. Barely a moment later the digits reacted and flicked back with surprising strength, damn near knocking me over the sandal’s edge. Although let it not be said I was one to be dissuaded. I went back in to continue my affections; and that was when she finally decided it was time to walk.

For the first time in my escapade all autonomy was taken from me. With a mere shift of her foot my friend had slid the ground out from under me and thrust me right into the underside of her toes. Without even trying she had done that, and I was reminded that I truly had no agency anymore. The second I climbed onto this sandal I had agreed to what would come of it. 

As her foot began its descent I was momentarily weightless, falling onto the sandal alongside the dark toes that pressed in all around me. While far from her full body weight I felt my body strain all the same just from a couple measly toes. I was just...helpless; and if you would expect that to fuel my perversion even more - Then you would be absolutely correct.

Yes, I was scared. Yes, literally every survival instinct I had screamed at what an idiot I was acting like. Through it all though, I loved it. I loved how easily she dominated me. How just by lifting her foot it was a gamble if I would live to see the next moment. That the lowest part of her body humiliated me so effortlessly; and for that I worshiped it all the harder while I still could. My mouth had long since gone dry and my thrusts were shooting blanks, but anything I had left was hers to take.

A sentiment she soon took advantage of as, after several steps, my leg slid towards the ball of her foot and a loud cracking noise rattled my body. It sounded and felt like dozens of popcorn kernels all going off at once, and with shock I had realized that every bone in my leg had been shattered. 

It hurt. It hurt more than you could ever fathom, but in a weird way...It also didn’t hurt. The pain was so intense that I believe my mind actually could not process it. Like, there was intense pain for a moment and then...numbness. I logically knew what had happened, and deduced I was in agony. Hell, my body even reacted like it was; I just wasn’t aware of it. But you know what else I felt? That arousal only growing.

This was it I felt. The beginning of the end of my miserable existence. And rather than go out crying or regretting my choices, I opted to embrace the madness that had brought me here in the first place. Back to adoration and worship I went, giving her all even as the next step took my other leg. An idle clench of her mighty toes snapped the elbow of my arm while it lovingly caressed them; and through it all my body was getting increasingly bruised and battered.

The human body can take a shocking amount of punishment for being such a fragile thing. Even as bones snapped, were shattered, and my organs were being pummelled I remained alive and at least somewhat cognizant. The best way I describe it was like watching a dream play out. Sure, I turned my head and saw her big toe violently reduce my left arm to paste. Did I feel it? No. 

Ironically, my groin was one of the last bones she shattered, and with that I felt my death beginning to set in. Blood trickled down various orifices and I was well and truly spent. With her next step her foot separated from her sandal and I slid all the way down unable to do anything about it. Her cocoa-colored skin was all I could see now. At least with what little sight I had left. 

She was the most perfect thing I had ever witnessed. Even now, as she brutalized me completely unawares. it was executed more perfectly than I could’ve ever dreamed. That sole would come down and crush me, momentarily squishing me into hundreds of tons of soft, wondrous skin. Basking me in her warm embrace one final time before crushing me into a bloodstain. It would be the end of my pathetic 20-something existence and all I could think about was the stuff that led up to this moment; and what a shame it would be that my abhorrent remains would stain such a wonderful woman’s body.

The sole was beginning to come down and even paralyzed, it almost was like I could feel the doughy skin surround me and the steady, final crush that would soon follow.

I gave up everything so I could become small.

My belongings. My relationships. Even my life.

And it was worth it.