It came at me all at once. A shrill, contemptful voice, which reverberated off the courtroom walls and into my soul.

"We, the jury, find the defendant, Corey Elliot, guilty".

I knew it was coming, but it hit me by surprise all the same. 

"We recommend the maximum sentence; life: to be served under the victims' guardianship. We find Ms. Rebecca Ramirez should be awarded sole guardianship, with all the privileges and penalties afforded therein".

I can't even tell you what I felt; just that a wave of emotions washed over me. My high school sweetheart had managed to get me tried and convicted of sexual assault. I would be spending the rest of my life reduced and under her care.

The “trial” lasted all of an hour, which was typical these days.

Even her mother had taken the stand to testify against me. She’d never liked me, always telling Becca I was nothing compared to her. And as I was being prepared to be led out of the courtroom to be “resized”, it became apparent that she was right.

My heart skipped a beat when the judge interjected, "The jury's recommendation shall be carried out, but not before the victim herself comes of age".

The bailiff let go of my arm, and everyone in the courtroom looked back at the judge in confusion. Everything became a blur as my eyes began to water. I was saved!

"Until that time, the responsibility of guardianship shall be diverted to the victim's mother, Angela Ramirez.”

I could feel whatever blood and color I had left drain from my body as the bailiff’s grip on my arm tightened once more, pulling me to my inevitable fate. As I was led down the halls of the courthouse and to the resizing chamber, all I could do was reassure myself that it was just a formality. 

***

I woke with a jolt. I could feel heat and a rhythmic beating from beneath me. A cool breeze was pouring in from outside. The humming of the car and the sound of the news - on low - playing on the radio. I could see the titan that was once my girlfriend staring down at me with a look that almost appeared sympathetic. For a moment, I had the fleeting thought that she might have regretted what she had done and that she may actually, finally tell the truth.

Then I heard a booming voice in the distance that I immediately recognized as her mother.

"Feeling guilty?" It said. 

"I don't know.; he just seems so..."

 "Pathetic?" Her mom interrupted.

"Scared" Becca replied.

It was true. I was terrified, and my mind was already beginning to spiral as panicked thoughts poured into my head.

How could she have done this?! - Why would she ever accuse me of assaulting her?! - Ever since that damn technology was invented, the #BelieveAllWomen movement resulted in a 100% conviction rate for any man accused. - I've never laid a hand on her! - She knew they'd shrink me down to nothing. - Now she could do whatever she wanted with me. - What's going to happen to me?

"Oh, honey. Of course it's scared now. It's the size of a bug, probably scared of being squished.” She chuckled to herself. “Just wait. It's still a male. As soon as he realizes he can fit inside your..."

"Mom!"

The ground under me shifted, and the enormous tentacles surrounding me closed in at an unbelievable speed. Instinctively, I tried to protect myself.

Before I knew it, all I could see was black, and my every breath was labored as I struggled to draw in the increasingly hot air around me. I guess that was something I wasn’t supposed to hear. 

"Honey, I'm just saying you have nothing to feel guilty about. We're like gods to the little bug now; its whole world. It won't be long before he's kissing our feet and thanking us for even letting him."

"What do you mean 'our'?" - Becca chuckled under her breath, "I'm not sure he'd be so thankful for making him kiss your feet".

"Oh, like yours are roses; I do your laundry, you know. Your socks reek." Her mom replied.

"My feet are totally roses. He wishes I'd let him kiss them. Just wait." Becca laughed.

"We'll just see, I'll bet he'd rather be my pet." Her mom teased.

"Yeah right. He's going to love being my pet - I mean boyfr---"

"Nice, catch there, honey. So you're feeling better then?"

"Yeah. Thanks, mom."

Their voices were muffled, but seemed to come from all around me. What the fuck was I hearing!? First, she gets me shrunk down, and now Becca and her mother expect me to actually kiss their feet!? This is insane! How could they do this to me?

The air was stuffy and every breath grew more difficult. Here I am, trapped inside the palm of my girlfriend's hand, while she and her mom discussed how they were going to torment me! Is this my life now?

With the oxygen cut off, I unfortunately started to pass out. Maybe I'd just suffocate right here, in the car.

—

BOOOOOP 

I drifted back into consciousness to a loud, but distant electronic chime. Whatever I was in started to swing back and forth. It was still damp and dark, and the air was stuffy. As my enclosure swung, slivers of light came and went, I could faintly make out the creases and wrinkles in my leathery prison. I was, of course, in Becca’s hand as she headed down the hallway toward her apartment. 

A few moments later, Becca’s hand opened up and I was gently deposited on the vast, dark fabric of her loveseat. Damp from her sweaty palms, my naked form immediately began to shiver. Becca’s billboard-like face was level with the cushion I was on, while she stared down at me with a clear expression of pity and remorse. A sense of dread gripped me at a sudden realization, I nervously glanced in every direction.

“Mom’s out running errands, she just dropped us off downstairs. We’ve got a couple hours to ourselves.” Becca’s warm, stale breath wasn’t the only thing that flowed over me as her voice boomed; I also felt a wave of relief. This was the first time I’d been alone with her since she and her mother set me up. This was my chance to beg her to return me to normal. 

Becca’s soft gaze and warm expression reassured me. Whatever has happened so far, she’s still the same girl I’d been seeing for so long. All I’d have to do was to speak firmly, directly, and appeal to the kind, compassionate girl I’d fallen in love with.

My knees strengthened and my shoulders drew back. I pushed out my chest and stood tall. I felt oddly confident, for a naked, one-inch-tall guy in the presence of a giant. As I took a deep breath to begin my diatribe, I felt an intense blast of warm, stale air pour on me from above.

“Becca, I-”.

Becca sighed as her enormous face and body lifted into the sky. My eyes followed her ascension, and as she reached her full 5’1” height, I was overcome with vertigo and fell back on my ass. She seemed to chuckle under her breath before she turned and walked away.

After a few minutes, Becca returned with some popcorn. I was still unnerved after enduring several minutes of distant cannon fire.

I stared in awe as her immense body turned to face away from me, then all at once collapsed. Her unimaginable weight sank deeply into the couch cushion, displacing the ground below me. While Becca settled into the couch, I was launched toward her, landing on her thigh and rolling to a stop between her closed legs. On my back, I stared up into her eyes and regained my breath. I’d seen that look on her before; she was blushing. 

I could feel the warmth radiating off of her body, and the familiar scent of her perfume surrounded me. I couldn't help but feel a sense of nostalgia wash over me, as I remembered all the times we used to cuddle and watch TV together.

But those memories were tainted now, and I could barely bring myself to look at her while she looked back at my now pathetic form. She seemed to sense my discomfort and her face contorted into a sympathetic expression.

"Come on, Corey," she said softly. "Let's just watch some TV, like old times. Maybe it'll help us both calm down."

I didn't know what to say, so I just nodded. Her hand fell upon me, scooping me up and depositing me on the cushion beside her; it was my usual spot. She turned on the TV and flipped through the channels until she found something we both liked. I felt a sense of familiarity wash over me as the intro played, and I could feel myself starting to relax.

Becca’s immense frame bent forward, reaching for her bowl of hot, buttery popcorn. She clutched it to herself greedily; it’s not like she’d ever have to share with me again. That thought stuck with me for a few moments, upsetting me enough that I regained my courage to confront her. My body once again tensed up, trying to convince myself I could still be assertive.

“Listen, h-honey -” Was all I could manage before the ground rumbled beneath my feet while she wiggled her butt into the cushion. She didn’t seem to hear me. 

She leaned into the armrest next to her and swung her feet up onto my cushion just in front of me. She was wearing worn, tattered socks that did little to conceal the dirt and grime that had accumulated on her feet. My stomach churned at the sight of her dirty soles and short, stubby toes wiggling so close to me. The smell of her feet filled my nose, and it was a mixture of cheesy sweat and a musty odor from her socks.

With her feet now blocking my view of the TV, I glanced over to see Becca now engrossed in the show, shoveling heaps of popcorn each as big as me into her awaiting maw. For the first time since being shrunk, I felt truly tiny… truly insignificant. I must have been kidding myself thinking I'd have any chance of persuading The Giant Rebecca about anything.

With a heavy heart, I slunk over to the back of the couch and sat down. I leaned back and let out a defeated sigh. As if on cue, I could hear her stifling a giggle; but before I could be offended, I could see she was still enthralled in the show. I was just too puny for my feelings to be worth her even noticing. Pushing those uncomfortable thoughts from my mind, I closed my eyes and tried to focus on the sounds of the show.

After a minute or so, I suddenly felt the cushion beneath me shift, my body lurched forward. I opened my eyes and was shocked to see a wall of grey and spots of beige just as it slammed into me.  

Becca was starting to use her feet to play with me, absentmindedly moving her toes and tapping them against my tiny body without any sign of interest, still staring at the TV! I tried to move away from her feet but there was nowhere to go. She alternated between pinning me against the cushion, lifting me up between her toes and then dropping me down, and rolling me under her feet. The sensation of her dirty, rough socks against my bare body was humiliating, and I couldn't help but feel a sense of disgust. I tried to resist, to wriggle free, but she was impossibly strong.

I desperately tried to push myself away from her feet but it was no use, I was far too small and weak. Becca's relentless footplay was too degrading for words, and I could feel my face flush with embarrassment. I couldn't believe this was happening, my once-loving girlfriend now treating me like a toy, a plaything. The thought of living my life like this, constantly at her mercy was unbearable.

Her toes curled around me. One of her toenails, poking through her tattered sock, grazed my skin and left behind red marks. Her damp sock rubbed against me, making it hard for me to breathe. The smell of her sweat and the musty odor of her socks filled my nose and I could taste the dirt and grime on my tongue. She moved her foot around, her heel crushing me against the cushion one moment and her toes squishing me between them the next. It felt like I was trapped in a vice grip.

I tried to shout, to plead with her to stop but my voice was barely a whisper; she didn't seem to hear me. My heart was pounding in my chest, my palms were slick with sweat. I tried to find a way out, to escape her relentless footplay. But every time I thought I'd found an opening, she shifted her foot, trapping me once again.

It's clear that she was not paying attention to me, too caught up in the TV show and in her own thoughts to notice my distress, but that only made the situation worse for me. I felt like an insect, a plaything to be used and abused at her whim, and the fact that she wasn’t even aware of it only made it more painful.

I tried to focus on anything else but the sensation of her feet on my body. I tried to remember the good times we had together, but it's hard to hold on to those memories when I'm being squashed under her toes.

As the night wore on, Becca's footplay became more and more aggressive, she started to use her toes to poke and prod at me, occasionally lifting me up and dropping me again. Each time she dropped me, I would desperately try to wriggle and squirm to get out from under her feet, but she seemed not to notice or care. The rank smell of her socks was overwhelming and the taste of dirt and grime made me retch.

Just as I felt as though I couldn’t take any more, Becca stopped fidgeting and simply rested her foot on top of me. The Giant Lioness resting her paw on her conquered prey was my final humiliation. I had been utterly dominated, and it wasn’t clear she was even aware of it.  

**********

Another hour passed as I lay there, trapped under Becca's feet, feeling the weight of her soles pressing down on me and the fetid air filling my nose. I was barely holding on, my body aching and my mind reeling with fear and anger.

And then, the sound of the front door opening shattered the silence. I heard the clicking of heels on the hardwood floor and the sound of rustling bags. It was Becca's mother, Angela.

"Hey, I got pizza and drinks!" she called out, her voice filled with cheer. "Where's that little man of yours, Becca?"

Becca quickly pulled her feet back and sat up straight, a look of embarrassment on her face. "Oh, um, sorry mom. I didn't even realize I was playing with him."

Angela looked at her daughter with a confused expression, "Playing with him? With your feet?” She chuckled. “I didn't think you were into that sort of thing".

I was mortified. The comparatively cool air made contact with my now exposed skin, reminding me of my nakedness. I quickly moved my hands down to cover my shame. NOW my humiliation was complete. 

Becca quickly tried to brush it off, "Ew, mom! It's not like that! I was just idly playing with him while we were watching TV, I didn't even realize I was doing it."

Her cheeks were bright red from embarrassment, and she wasn’t even the one who just spent the last couple hours as a tiny plaything for a giant teen girl’s fidgeting feet.

Angela shrugged and went on to the kitchen to put the pizza and drinks on the table. I lay there, on the cushion, feeling a mix of emotions. On one hand, I felt relieved that Becca at least claimed that she didn't know what she was doing, but on the other, I couldn't shake off the feeling that she was just trying to save face in front of her mother. What if she knew all along and was actually toying with me on purpose? My heart was heavy with the possibility that my life could now be nothing more than a source of amusement for them.

As Becca and her mother settled in to eat their pizza, I lay there on the loveseat cushion, feeling more alone and insignificant than ever. They chatted and laughed as they enjoyed their dinner, not even sparing a glance in my direction.

Becca sat down on the loveseat next to me, her bare feet now tucked under her. I could still smell the rancid scent of her socks and the memory of her footplay made my body ache. I tried to push the thoughts away and focus on anything else.

Angela sat down on the couch across from us, sipping on a glass of wine as she regaled Becca with stories of her day. I couldn't help but feel deeply uncomfortable to be in her presence. Her disdain for me was ever present, an intensely unpleasant weight on me, which made being trapped under Becca’s foot almost preferable. 

Aided by the cold air, my instinct to hide from The Giant Angela overpowered my fear and anger toward Becca. Praying to remain unnoticed, I made my way over to her. Her toes protruded from under her massive ass, and as much as I hated the thought of submitting to her feet, I started to wedge myself between her upturned sole and her perfectly rounded butt. This time, she did seem to notice me, as she stretched her toes invitingly. I sighed, defeated, and laid down on my stomach in the space afforded by the arch of her toes. The warmth and privacy were sufficiently comforting that I buried my face into the worn, dirty fabric wishing I could disappear. Her toes scrunched just enough to hold me firmly in place. Pathetically, I felt reassured and even protected.

As they continued to talk and laugh, I couldn't help but feel like an outsider, like I didn't belong in their world anymore. I was nothing more than a tiny toy to them, something to be played with and discarded at their leisure.

My mind oscillated between feeling that I needed to find a way to escape, and feeling like I needed to make them see that I was still a human being. But for now, I could do nothing but lay in relative comfort between Becca’s foot and butt, pining for a life that grew more foreign and distant by the minute.

Becca finished eating and dropped a third massive log of crust onto the paper plate below. She placed the paper plate on the cushion beside her, and then reached for me, fishing me out from the arch of her toes and discarding me on the plate. I could see a piece of cheese had slipped off the pizza, and as much as I didn’t find the smell of cheese particularly appetizing after the afternoon I’d just had, my grumbling stomach couldn’t be ignored. I wolfed down as much of that wad of cheese as I could.

I glanced up to watch as she took one final gulp of her soda and let out a thunderous belch, which her mom quickly chided her for. She picked up her paper plate, causing my legs—and my stomach—to give out. I held on tight to one of the pizza crusts, fearful that if she tilted her hand even slightly, I would surely slide off the plate and fall to my death.

“-g’night, mom.” she said as the world rushed past me.

“Night, honey.” Her mom replied. While we approached the kitchen, Becca passed her mom uncomfortably close. At eye-level, Angela’s gaze was more than a little intimidating. I instinctively covered my crotch as she addressed me.

“Goodnight, toy-boy.”

I cringed, hearing her half-heartedly suppress a cackle. The sky darkened as Becca’s hand descended on me, wrapping itself around me and pulling me into the air. The plate, the crusts, and her soda can crashed into the bin below. After relieving ourselves, I was brought to the safety and seclusion of my colossal girlfriend’s room. She placed me on one of her pillows, and I was treated to the magnificent sight of her shimmying out of her shorts, pulling off her tank top, and plopping onto her bed. Clad only in her panties and socks, she turned to address me.

“Ready for bed, little guy?” Her innocent smile felt so reassuring, like there was nothing in this world I had to worry about; but another thought quickly took my focus. I looked around for an answer, but she seemed to read my mind.

“Um…” She awkwardly started, my feeling of reassurance quickly wavering. “I thought about letting you live in my old dollhouse, but sleeping in separate beds is so lame. I don’t think I could even sleep without you, anyway.”

I stared in disbelief while she pulled her knee to her chest, slipping the now familiar ratty sock from her pretty left foot. Her toes wiggled, basking in their newfound freedom. I instinctively shook my head and began scooching backward.

Rebecca simply suppressed a giggle. “Aw, don’t be like that, you’ll like it in here. It’s safe, it’s warm, and best of all, we get to sleep together without me having to worry about rolling over on you or something.”

“Becca… there’s no way I’m --agh!” I was cut off when the titanic teen plucked me up and raised me to her face. She was glaring at me with an annoyed expression strewn about her face. I felt my blood drain away at the intimidating sight. Her vice-like grip reminded me that at any moment, she could quite literally squeeze the life right out of me.

“Look, I know this is a big adjustment, but I’m doing the best I can to make this nice for you! So stop being so damn fussy and just go with it, okay?!” I felt my stomach give out as I was pulled away from her terrible glare.

In an instant, my world grew dark and stuffy. The vice-like grip on my body gave way, and in the slivers of light in the distance, I saw five massive tentacles withdraw from my confines. One stayed behind just at the opening, and was soon met by another at the opposite end.

Between heavy breaths, that now all-too-familiar stench assaulted me. I knew right away; she must have just stuffed me into her dingy sock.

Far beyond my confines, stretched open by her thumbs, I could see Becca’s face—her fearsome expression replaced once more with a look of sympathy.

“Let’s just try to get some sleep for now. We can talk about everything in the morning. I promise.” Her expression softened further, and it even looked like she was trying to suppress a giggle. “Now make room for your cuddle buddy!”

Make room? She had to be joking. Where would I even go? Becca’s face disappeared, and what light I had was quickly snuffed out by the fetid monster that was my girlfriend’s enormous left foot. A few rays of light trickled in between her eager, wiggling toes as they crept into my prison. I could see wisps of rope-sized hair, basketball-sized fluff, and specks of dirt adorning the beast before some of that dirt rained down on me.

By the time I’d managed to wipe the crud from my eyes, the nasty appendage that was obnoxiously referred to as my “cuddle buddy” was on top of me. I felt my fabric prison tighten, and I was pushed up, uncomfortably close to it. It shifted from side to side, nestling into its –our– cocoon. The light was almost completely blackened out now. The heat and humidity were fast becoming unignorable. I could feel something on either side of my face pushing past me—the sound of dry skin scraping against my cheeks—bringing me into their embrace until my head was surrounded. It was then that I realized my head was wedged between her toes! I tried to pull free, but it was no use.

She must have felt my body struggling under the ball of her foot because I felt my back pushed into the ground behind me. My monstrous “Cuddle Buddy” mercilessly ground down on to my tiny form. I pounded my fists against the spongy foot flesh before I heard a voice call down to me.

“Sorry - “ she giggled, “just getting comfy!”

She didn’t sound very sorry. She sounded like she was enjoying tormenting me in the most demeaning way she could. My suspicions were confirmed when my confines were compressed further. She must have been pressing down, stamping me into her mattress.

“Hey!” she thundered down. “Don’t forget my goodnight kisses!”

The pressure eased off me; but my face was burning with frustration, still wedged between my giant “girlfriend’s” toes. She couldn’t be serious! After everything she’d put me through today, she actually expected me to kiss her feet!? I’m not ashamed to admit it, but this was the last straw; red-hot tears started flowing down my face. They streamed between my cheeks and her plump toe-flesh and some even trickled into my mouth.

The taste of salt, vinegar, cheese, and dirt produced a putrid slime in my mouth, causing me to gag. Just then, I felt my head compress as Becca squeezed her toes together. I tried as hard as I could to break free from her impossible grip, but there was no getting out of it. With my hearing muffled by her toes, I could actually feel her next words vibrate directly into my brain: “Umm, still waiting…” She even made kissing noises at me.

The pressure on my head finally relented. I caught my breath, swallowed what little pride I had left (as well as the filth that had accumulated in my mouth), and pushed my face into the space between her toes. I kept my lips pressed against her webbing as long as I could stand, hoping that would satisfy this girl that, until now, I really thought loved me.

“Aww!” She bellowed in the distance. “Come on, like you mean it!”

Her voice sounded playful and teasing, but this was way too far over the line! The tears streamed down my face anew. I sobbed and sobbed. I could never have imagined the sheer depths of humiliation I could reach in one day. I pushed my face into the webbed grimy skin again, doing the best I could to kiss in between my hysterical, unrelenting wailing.

I don’t know how much time went by until the end of my chore was announced by the boulders on either side of my head squeezing me once again.

“Good boy.” She declared triumphantly. “Now get some sleep.” She ordered.

My world turned upside-down, and I found myself now laying on top of the sole of her foot. At least I was finally able to pull my head free. I heard something outside my confines slide past me. The air now seemed to be even thicker somehow. She must have pulled her comforter over us, I thought.

I wiped the tears from my eyes, just glad that the day was over. They stung a bit, having mixed with my “Cuddle Buddy’s” dirt and grime. I wiped the gunk of her revolting toe-jam from my mouth and spat out what filth I could. Turning my body around, I climbed the slope of her sole until I was resting in its arch. I let out a deep, exhausted sigh, now finally “alone” with my thoughts.

How could Rebecca have done this to me! How could I have been so wrong about her?! She promised we could talk in the morning - I don’t know what to even say now.

How could she and her mother—well, her mother never liked me much anyway—but how could she do this to me!!! This girl that I thought I loved and loved me could …so callously …so deliberately …so thoroughly ruin my life? And for what? So she can have fun at my expense, while she literally tortures me with her nasty, stinking feet?! Is this my life now?

And just what the hell was all that about, anyway! She’d always had fun teasing me, but that was just harmless fun… I even found it exciting while we were going out, but now? The size of a freaking bug left to fight for my life—for my dignity—under her giant freaking foot? What the hell did I ever do to her to deserve this!

The dirt in my eyes was washed out as they welled up again. I felt so betrayed… so confused… so… so… belittled. A final discomforting thought crossed my mind before my exhaustion got the best of me: What misery awaited me in the morning?