Summary: I will post shorter stories here.
In the first one, a girl shrinks her boyfriend out of jealousy.
In the second, a guy working at Size Inc. gets a ride from a coworker.
In the third, a girl shrinks her brother to show a friend how her size gun works.
in the fourth, a wife shrinks her husband once she realizes he's lost control of his life.
The fifth is an interview with a sex worker who specializes on shrinking services.
The sixth is a quick story about a tiny man being toyed with by his sister's friend and her feet.
In the seventh, a guy "inexplicably" shrinks as he worships a girl's foot.
Categories: Feet,
Giantess,
Breasts,
Humiliation,
Insertion Characters: None
Growth: None
Shrink: Micro (1 in. to 1/2 in.), Minikin (3 in. to 1 in.), Munchkin (2.9 ft. to 1 ft.), Nano (1/2 in. to 2.5 nanometers)
Size Roles: F/m
Warnings: Following story may contain inappropriate material for certain audiences
Challenges: None
Series: None
Chapters: 7
Completed: No
Word count: 12777
Read: 47741
Published: January 14 2024
Updated: November 02 2024
1. A Little Jealousy by summerdeath
2. The New Job by summerdeath
3. Shrink Him for Me by summerdeath
4. Shrinking for a Change by summerdeath
5. Conversation with a Shrink Girl by summerdeath
6. A Night at My Sister's Friend's Feet by summerdeath
7. The Lotion by summerdeath
A Little Jealousy by summerdeath
Author's Notes:
A girl shrinks her boyfriend out of jealousy.
"Why the hell were you flirting with that cashier?" Laura asked. She was pacing up and down the kitchen, her boyfriend sitting by the table, waiting for the coffee to be ready.
"What?" the young man said. "No way, I just said thank you and goodbye, that's not flirting, that's just being polite!"
"And I caught you staring at that other girl's ass in the line!" said Laura. She stopped in front of him, sending a maddened frown along with the accusation.
"That's- that's just not true!" he tried to defend himself.
"But I SAW you!" she insisted. "There's no way you could deny that."
"I swear I didn't stare at any girl's ass," he said. "I only want you, baby."
She looked at him with a skeptical face. "Whatever," she said. "Here's your coffee."
He grabbed the cup and started drinking. "I don't feel like I can trust you with other girls," she said.
"Sweetie, I've always been loyal," he pleaded. "How can you not trust me?"
"I just can't," she said. "But I think I found a way to fix that."
"What do you mean?" he asked, feeling a hint of creepiness in her voice. At the same time, he started feeling dizzy.
She smiled. He thought he was hallucinating. He felt his clothes getting looser, and the girl next to him becoming... larger?
"Honey, what's going on?" he asked. He stood up to find himself standing shorter than her. He used to be five inches taller normally. "I'm feeling sick! We need to get to the ER!"
"You're fine," she said. "I just... put a little something in your coffee."
"You did what?" he yelled. It was unbelievable, but he was getting shorter by the second. He was now a good six inches shorter than her.
She giggled. "My, my... it's working really well!"
"You... you did this to me?" he asked as he helplessly watched the world around him getting larger.
"Yes," she said. "Isn't this nice? By the time the drug has finished working, you'll be just the perfect size."
"The perfect size for what?" he asked, panicking.
"Don't you see?" she asked as she gladly watched him getting smaller and smaller. "I needed to do this, or you would have cheated with some other girl. This way, I can keep an eye on you, and we can aaalways be together."
"You're crazy," he said as he tried to rush out of the room. His attempt was short-lived; he tripped on his pants, and before he could get up she grabbed him by the collar of his oversized shirt.
"Where do you think you're going? You're getting a bit too small to go out on your own," she said. "By the way, it's probably time to get rid of those clothes, before they end up burying you."
She easily removed him from his oversized clothes and lifted him up, now totally naked and just a bit above two feet tall, and still dwindling. "Why struggle? This is the best solution for the both of us."
He screamed. "You need to let me go! I didn't want this! You didn't even ask me!"
She giggled. "It seems like you're saying that, but your body is saying otherwise." She was hinting at his rock-hard erection. "You're enjoying it, and you will keep enjoying this."
"That's not..." but before he could finish saying that, he felt her tongue licking his inch-long dick.
He was so small now that she easily handled him with just her right hand. He wanted to protest, but as he felt his dick being sucked between her plump lips, it was too good for him to say anything that might stop that.
The girl kept going, pleasuring the little man as best as she could. As she did, he kept getting smaller in her hand.
She got all of his lower body inside her mouth and sucked on it. He came on her tongue, and she took him out by pinching his chest between her index and thumb. He was horrified at how small he had gotten. His voice had become squeaky and high-pitched. "L-Laura", he said. "This is crazy."
"You're so cute," she squealed at her four-inch boyfriend. "I can't wait to take care of you. I'll feed you, I'll clean you, I'll make you happy."
"I... I want to get back to normal," he said. "I don't want to be this small."
The brunette didn't hear, or couldn't hear what he was saying. "You can never leave me now."
"What's the point?" he cried. "What's the point of a boyfriend this small? Laura, you're not…"
She grabbed him, now just two inches tall, and tossed him between her breasts. She giggled as she felt him slide under her bra. "You should stop shrinking any moment now," she announced. "I didn't expect the drug to work so well."
She lifted her cup and looked at him sandwiched between her breast and the fabric. "Must be nice down there, huh? Now please be quiet, honey, as I do some studying," she said. "We'll have some fun later."
She used the tip of her finger to adjust her bra and her boyfriend's position. He was so tired and upset and learned that protesting wouldn't work, so he just stood in there, defeated.
But as the girl was studying, she figured something was wrong. She could feel him getting smaller and smaller against her skin. She lifted her bra and searched for him with her finger. When she found him, he was as small as an ant. She scooped him with her fingertip and looked at him crawling over her skin, shaking with fear.
"Fuck," she said. "I guess I was too eager with the dose." She stared at him for a little while. "Well, at least it looks like you stopped shrinking. Don't worry sweetheart, even at this size, I won't let anything ever happen to you." She brought her fingertip to her lips and gently kissed him. "Oops"; she said as she found her finger empty, realizing he had got stuck to her lip. She scraped him off and looked at him with loving eyes and for the first time, confidence. At the size he was now, there was no way he could ever escape. He couldn't go anywhere on his own. He couldn't find food. He couldn't defend himself from the outside world, not even from bugs. He needed her to stay alive. At last, he was truly hers.
The New Job by summerdeath
Author's Notes:
A guy working for Size Inc. gets a ride from a coworker.
"Hey Jeff," I heard as I was about to leave the building.
"Want a ride home?" It's Julia, a pretty hot brunette I
worked with who had been quite flirty in the first week I spent at my
new job.
"Sure," I said, thinking to myself that this might be my
chance to get to know her better. "You got a spare?" I
asked, pointing at the helmet she was carrying.
"Nope," she said. "But I guess that's not a problem,
considering we're working for Size Inc."
I looked at her with widening eyes. "You mean..." I said in
disbelief.
She giggled. "Damn, you really are new," she said. She
fumbled through her purse and got one of our company's shrink rays
out.
"Are you ready?" she asked as she pointed the thing at me.
I was quite unsettled, but wanting to act cool, I just nodded. In the
space of a few seconds, I started shrinking and wondered if I had
gone crazy, allowing this woman I barely knew to use the shrink ray
on me. But it was too late to go back, as Julia's fingers picked my
now two-inch frame from the ground. She smiled as she held me right
in front of her chest, giving me a great view of her generous
cleavage.
"You'll be comfortable in here," she said as she tucked me
in one of her backpack pockets. The ride was quite bumpy, but
manageable. When she unzipped her backpack, she picked me up and
asked me if I'd like to come over to her house for a glass of wine. I
obviously nodded, waiting for her to return me to normal, but instead
she just kept me in her grip as she entered the building.
Even in her apartment, she placed me on the kitchen table and left me
there as she moved to thebathroom. Once she was back she sat in front
of me, smiling.
"Julia," I said. "Isn't it time to grow me back?"
"Why?" she asked as she gently poked me in the chest with
the tip of her index finger. "Don't like being small?"
"I thought that was just for the ride," I said. "Now
that it's over you can return me to normal, right?"
"Maybe..." she said as she scratched her chin with her
index finger. "But what if you stayed like this a little longer?
It could be fun, couldn't it?"
Again, I wanted to play cool, so I just stuck with it and reluctantly
agreed. Julia poured a glass of wine and drank from it, then bent it
in front of me so I could do the same. "Isn't it good to be
small?" she laughed as I leaned forward to drink from a glass
twice as tall as I am. "You can have as much as you want."
And as she says that, she slides a finger -bigger than my whole body-
over her soft chest.
I was starting to get nervous, so I didn't say anything and just kept
drinking until she took back the glass to take a sip for herself.
When she puts the glass down, she's looking at me with lustful eyes,
and I'm getting half horny and half scared.
"Should we move to my bedroom?" she asked.
"Sure but... aren't you growing me back first?"
She giggled then she shook her head. "I like you better this
way," she said. And then
she grabbed me and carried me to her room. "This has
always been my personal preference," she explained as she
stepped in front of the bed.
"That's why I applied for Size Inc. How about you?"
"I just thought the pay was good," I said.
She giggled. "But you don't mind this, right?"
I was really nervous and doubtful at that point. "I'm not sure,"
I said.
"Oh you'll love it," she said as she tossed me on the bed.
I saw her starting to strip, removing her dress and revealing her
nice body in her underwear only. She walked to the bed and placed her
right foot over me, burying me on the soft cover with her long toes.
"To be honest with you I wanted to carry you home in my
panties," she whispered as she bit her lower lip. "I've
been wanting to do that since I saw you the first time, you little
guy".
She removed her bra as she kept me underfoot. "I like how you
squirm under there," she said before releasing me. "I think
it's really promising," she said as I figured it was because she
was removing her panties.
Now she was completely naked and massaging her pussy lips. I looked
up with a mixture of awe and terror. She got her knees on the bed,
spreading her pussy as she grabbed me with her free hand. I didn't
know if I should've gone with it or resisted it, so I did nothing and
just let Julia push me inside her hot cavern.
She started moaning the moment I got inside her. She was already wet
enough for me to easily slide inside. I braced myself, accepting my
fate and trying to minimize damage as her fingers pushed me against
her slimy inner skin. From inside her body, I could feel her
shivering and gently moaning with pleasure, as she kept me squeezing
inside her vulva, letting me out for air, then squeezing me inside
again.
"Squirm!" she commanded, and I moved my arms and legs over
her clit, trying to please her as best as I could, and got rewarded
by fresh batches of warm pussyjuice.
I could tell she was coming as the intensity of her lovemaking
increased. She pushed me harder against her skin while neglecting to
take me out for air.
When she fished me out of her pussy, I was bruised, gasping for air,
and tired as hell, but weirdly satisfied nonetheless. "Such a
good toy," she purred to me with loving eyes. She let me dangle
in front of her mouth, taking her tongue out to lick her juices off
me and suck me off as well. I came an insignificant load on her
tongue and she dropped me in the middle of her abdomen, gently
petting me with the tip of her finger. "You're staying the
night", she announced.
"Fine, but… are you growing me back, now?" I asked.
She laughed at the audacity of my request. "You still want me to
grow you back?" she asked. She picked me up and dropped me on
her tit, then used the tip of her finger to push my back against her
soft flesh. "Be a good toy," she said. "If anything, I
might want to make you smaller."
I sighed and resigned myself to a night like that. She was my
superior at work, and my superior in bed. It wasn't even going to be
that bad... once I got over the humiliation
Shrink Him for Me by summerdeath
Author's Notes:
A girl shrinks her brother to show a friend how her size gun works.
Carmen stormed into her daughter's bedroom and, upon seeing the girl
hanging out with her friend Alice, she started speaking in an
agitated manner.
"Ingrid, did you see Brad by chance? He's not in his room."
The girl's face took on a perfectly oblivious expression. "No,
mom," she said. "He must have gone for a walk."
"No, I don't think so," said the frowning woman. "I
didn't hear him going out, and he rarely leaves the house."
Ingrid shrugged. "Whatever," she said. "You know he
loves to act weird. Maybe he suddenly felt like going out and he just
did that." The woman wasn't convinced. "Ingrid," she
said. "You didn't shrink him again, didn't you?"
The girl's eyes widened in outrage. "No way, mom. Not after you
told me not to do that."
"You haven't seen him either, Alice?"
"Nope, Ma'am," the girl said, shaking her head with
certainty.
The woman sighed. "Oh well. He may be really gone for a walk,
indeed, he sometimes does that," she said, talking mostly to
herself. And with that, she left the daughter's bedroom.
Once they were left alone, the two girls looked at each other
complicitly, then erupted in a laugh.
"Okay, you can come out," Ingrid said. She was staring at
her friend's cleavage.
The other girl was also looking at her tits, grinning. "He won't
come out." She lightly moved her chest to shake the two globes.
"Are we sure he's still there?" asked an amused Ingrid.
"Yeah, I can feel him," nodded Alice. "Just barely,
but I can tell he's there. Wait a second…" she said, and she
placed two fingers in the middle of her breasts. Some seconds later,
she took out a miniaturized man, holding him between her index and
thumb.
"Brad, are you alive?" the sister asked, as she watched him
between her friend's fingers. "The perv didn't want to come
out!"
"This must be the best day of his life!" Alice exclaimed,
triumphally holding him in front of his eyes.
*
Ten minutes before…
"Ah, come on, I can't believe it really works," Alice said.
Sitting on the bed in her friend's room, she was holding some sort of
silver gun, without a magazine, but equipped with a trigger. "You're
kidding me, right?"
"Believe what you want," Ingrid nonchalantly said as she
checked the messages on her phone.
"Boom, boom!" Alice said as she pointed the gun at her
friend. "I shoot you!"
"It won't work on me. It's set to work only on males."
"So, who gave it to you?"
"My aunt. She works at the company that makes them. She said I
should be carrying it and using it in case someone tried something
funny."
"Did you ever try it?" the other girl skeptically asked.
Alice nodded, a grin forming on her face. She was evidently thinking
about something funny. "Yeah, but not on an abuser…"
"And on who?"
"On my brother," Ingrid said, barely holding her laughter.
"Come on, I don't believe this," Alice said. "You must
really be kidding me."
"I don't care if you believe me or not," Ingrid said.
"But if it's true, I want to see it," Alice said. "Can't
we shrink your brother again?"
Ingrid pondered her request for a few seconds. "We can,"
she finally stated with a grin.
*
"Isn't he going to tell your mom?" Alice asked, as she
moved the boy to the palm of her hand and poked him with her index
finger. Judging from her expression, she didn't appear particularly
worried.
"Nah," said Ingrid. "He's enjoying this. I think he's
not going to tell on us this time. When the hell is he going to get a
chance like this again?"
Alice was amped up, she was feeling attractive. "If you speak,
we'll make you even smaller next time," she threatened.
"We'll make you so small we won't be able to see you,"
Ingrid enthusiastically added.
"So small that it'll make our current size look itty bitty,"
Alice said.
"So small that if I put you in her tits again, you'll be lost in
there forever," said Ingrid.
"By the way, how small can we actually make him?" Alice
asked.
Ingrid pondered the question. "I'm not sure. Wanna try?"
Alice looked at the tiny man in the middle of her hand, thoughts
racing through her mind. She nodded.
*
"Hey big bro?" Ingrid said as she entered the room. Brad
turned to see his sister, annoyed at first, but once he noticed she
was with a friend, he stiffened up.
"H-hey," he said. "Hello Alice," he added,
nodding to the girl behind his sister.
"How are you?" asked Ingrid.
Brad shrugged. "I'm fine," he said as he shot some glances
at Alice. It's been a while since he had seen her, and she had become
hotter, he thought.
"Alice wanted to see how this works," Ingrid said as she
pointed the gun at him.
"What? No, no way. Not after the last time," he said.
"That wasn't a question," Ingrid said. And she pushed the
trigger in front of an approving Alice.
"I. Can't. Believe. It." Alice excitedly said. With two
steps she had moved in front of the minuscule figure that was in
place of where Brad used to stand. Her Converse shoes towered above
the little man, who was now running in the opposite direction, toward
his desk.
Alice squatted, then she dropped to her knees. "What a fool, he
thinks he can get away," Ingrid said. The distance Brad could
cover at his current height was infinitesimal compared to the girl's
size.
Alice squealed, and with her hand, she playfully blocked his way.
Brad, upon seeing the colossal fingers in front of him, started
running in the other direction.
"Why are you running from my hottest friend?" Ingrid asked.
"You don't like girls anymore?"
Alice, emboldened by the compliment, decided to grasp the little man
between thumb and index, catching him easily despite his attempt to
run away. "I can, right?" she asked, not to him but to his
sister.
Ingrid nodded. "Of course."
"Relax," Alice said as the boy squirmed nervously between
her two fingertips. "I'm not going to eat you."
"You could do that easily if you wanted," Ingrid observed.
"But I'd rather kiss him, he's so sweet!" Alice said. Right
after, she placed the little man in front of her mouth, snapping him
a telluric kiss with her plump lips.
"You finally kissed a girl," Ingrid amusedly said. "And
what a girl!"
"A 500-foot tall one," Alice said. "But what do you
mean, finally?"
"I've never seen him with a girl," the sister explained. "I
think he might still be a virgin."
"Really? And how old is he?"
"Twenty-four," Ingrid said. "You're such a loser, big
bro, no offense."
Alice chuckled. "So today is a big day for him," she said.
"A very big day," Ingrid joked.
"Okay, hang tight, little bug," Alice said as she pulled
her tongue out. She began sensually licking the tiny man she held in
her hand, coating him with her saliva, and stimulating him with her
immense tongue, many times larger than he was.
"What a slut," Ingrid laughed. "Looks like he owes me
for shrinking him today."
It was clear that what Alice wanted to do was not to please Brad, but
rather to amuse her friend, since she wasn't exactly looking to
pleasure Brad with her licks, as she was throwing him across her hand
rather randomly.
At one point, she grabbed him with her tongue so that he would stand
on it, making sure to keep him balanced while keeping her tongue out
of her mouth. "Aaaaaaa," she said as Ingrid observed the
scene without flinching as if it was the most normal thing in the
world. Alice took her phone out of her pocket and shot a selfie that
showed the little man on her tongue. "I can post it, right?"
Alice asked, once again asking permission from his little sister
rather than the young man.
"Yes of course. I'm going to tag him later," Ingrid said.
Her brother was feeling humiliated and wanted to protest, horrified
at the thought of a similar picture showing up online.
Protesting, however, was futile as he wasn't the one calling the
shots. "It's so fun to play with him," Alice smugly said.
"You can keep him if you want," Ingrid said. "You were
looking for a boyfriend, right?"
"Sure, but a taller one," joked Alice. "I'm not sure I
would date a one-inch-tall guy."
"What if I grew him to two inches?" laughed Ingrid as she
lifted the size gun. "What then?"
"Well if he'd like to stay this way, I can keep him as a pet.
But he needs to be good and always do what I say," Alice said.
"Come on, Brad, bark!" said Ingrid. "Woof, woof!"
Alice played along.
Brad was still dizzy in the middle of the blonde girl's hand. Looking
at her from that privileged point of view was a truly awe-inspiring
spectacle. Her pretty blue eyes looking at him were enough to make
his knees shake, and, once he dared to look below, her giant tits,
held up by her bra, seemed to him like the most majestic and sensual
sight in the whole world.
"Let's move to my room," Ingrid said at that point. "If
my mom notices we're here she might get suspicious. Are you going to
carry him?"
"If you want," Alice said.
"Wait, I know the perfect place for him. And, snatching her
brother from Alice's hands, she lifted him over her friend's chest,
letting him fall so that he would slide right in the middle of her
large giant tits.
Alice erupted with laughter. "Titbus!" she exclaimed. And
she adjusted the bands of her bra so that he would slide even lower.
So the two girls walked out of the room, Alice's tits jiggling with
each step, imposing her enormous weight onto the tiny Brad.
*
The world shifted once again for Brad. Alice's palm, which used to be
as large as a room, now became so immense that he could not see its
end.
The teen, already enormous before, now appeared distant and boundless
as a divine being, and so his sister, who had bent closer to look at
him, so that her chewing gum-flavored breath filled the air around
him.
"I can't believe this, he looks like a gnat," Ingrid said.
"I couldn't even tell he's a person," Alice said with
astonishment.
"How do we even know it's him and not some insect?" asked
Ingrid.
"Well, I could taste him," Alice said as she pulled out her
tongue, as big as a transatlantic, until it was just a few
millimeters away from his skin.
"You're going to kill him if you really do," Ingrid
observed, apparently not very worried.
"Then let's do this instead," Alice said, and she licked
the surface of her free index fingertip, which she used to lightly
press on Brad. "Look," she said. "He sticks to it."
Ingrid laughed, but that was when her mother entered.
"Here's Brad's phone," the woman said. "He would have
carried it with him if he had gone out. He also left his computer on.
Miss," she added in a threatening voice. "Where did you
hide him this time?"
"Mom, come on, I didn't do anything. If you think we shrank him,
you're free to look for him."
Alice couldn't help bursting out laughing.
"Ingrid, get Brad out or you'll be grounded for a month!"
her mother raged.
Ingrid sighed. "Alright, Alice, show him to her."
The girl, slightly embarrassed, lifted her index finger, showing its
fingertip to the woman. "Brad? I can't believe this… did you
really make him this small?" the woman shockedly asked.
"But mom," Ingrid said. "We were just playing, and
he's having fun as well."
The woman sighed. Both girls were looking at her with puppy eyes, and
Brad was too, even if she couldn't notice. "Alright, he could
use getting some company now and then," she said. "But make
him a bit larger, he could get lost like this. And you'll have to
take out the trash since he obviously can't." And having said
that, she left the room.
Alice giggled. "I thought she would get angrier," she said,
a bit relieved.
Ingrid shrugged. "Me too. But maybe, she's just glad he's
hanging out with a girl for once," she hypothesized.
*
Alice held her fingertip in front of her friend's face. "Well,
should we make him bigger then?"
"What would you like to do?" asked Ingrid.
"Dunno, I feel like doing a bit of shopping, and then we could
eat something," Alice said.
"What about him? Should he come along?"
"Dunno," Alice said. "Maybe it's best to leave him
home."
"Well then, give him to me so I can restore him," Ingrid
said, using her fingernail to scrape him off her friend's skin.
"Alright then, I'll be waiting for you downstairs."
Ingrid nodded. Alice left and the brunette walked toward her
brother's room. "Your new girlfriend dumped you already, huh?"
she laughed. She put him on the bed and aimed at him with the gun.
"See you later, big bro," she said.
Brad stood still for a little while. Alice didn't stay for long, but
it had been a wild ride. And even if that girl had humiliated him,
teased him, and toyed with him… he was hoping she would come back
to give him some attention again. It didn't matter what size he would
have been.
*
At school's exit, Alice ran after Ingrid, holding her heavy backpack
in her hands.
"Hey, aren't you waiting for me?"
"Here you are," Ingrid said. "You know my brother's
always asking about you? I think he's in love."
"Maybe he wants to be deflowered," Alice cheekily said.
"You're such a slut that you would actually do that,"
laughed Ingrid.
"Why not? But first I want you to make him really tiny,"
she said. "So I can shove him anywhere."
"Gross!" Ingrid said. "Are you serious?"
"Who knows…" the girl cryptically said, walking along
with her friend. It was a bright, warm, sunny day.
Shrinking for a Change by summerdeath
Author's Notes:
This is the first story of four in an ebook of mine called "The Downgrade". A wife convinces her husband to shrink once she realizes he's lost control of his life.
It was a night like many others at the Reed household. Mark, having
just finished his dinner, pushed back his chair, and rose from the
seat. His wife quietly observed him walking to the fridge, grabbing a
beer, and then heading towards the living room, where the couch and
TV were.
“Mark,”
she called him. “Aren’t you going do to the dishes tonight?”
“Sure…
in a while, sweetie,” he responded.
Madison
sighed. Mark had been turning that way since he lost his job six
months ago. He was such a promising man when she first met him, and
then that accident had sucked all of his prospects away. The man
never returned to his old self, and had quietly resigned to an idle
life, deprived of ambition and prospects.
The young
woman finished eating her potato salad, then she carried the dirty
dishes to the sink. She let out another huge sigh. She knew what was
coming next wasn’t going to be easy, but she felt it had to be
done.
She went to
the bedroom, where she collected a folder and a little box. She
carried both items to the living room, where she sat on the sofa next
to her husband. He ignored her, absorbed by the TV glow.
“Mark,”
she said as she rested her hand on his thigh. “We need to talk.”
“Not now,
sweetie. If it’s about the dishes, I’m going to do them after
this show is over,” he said, before taking one last sip of beer. He
handed the empty bottle to his wife. “Could you bring me another,
sweetie?”
Madison
shot him an admonishing look. She knew well that Mark wasn’t going
to do the dishes that night. He seldom did. He would just keep
drinking on that couch until he fell asleep, like any other night.
The
brunette took hold of the TV remote and turned the screen off. She
looked at her husband with a concerned face.
“Mark...”
she whispered.
He looked
confused now that the TV wasn’t on anymore, as if the absence of
picture and sound physically bothered him. “Is this serious?” he
asked.
“Yes,”
she nodded. “It’s about us. We can’t go on like this anymore.”
The man
looked down. “I know, baby. I know. Trust me. I’ve got it under
control. I’m just waiting for an answer from that company, you
know, the one my friend Alan works at, and then I’ll be back into
it. Once they accept my job request, everything will be like the old
times, you’ll see.”
The woman
shook her head. “You sent that request three months AGO, Mark.”
“Really?”
he murmured. “You’ve got it all wrong, it can’t be.”
“Listen,
Mark. You heard about that shrinking technology that’s spreading
right now, right?”
“Huh? Of
course I did. They talk about it on TV all the time.”
“My
friend has one of the devices,” Madison revealed. “I borrowed it
from her, actually.”
“Seriously?
That’s amazing,” said the man, a grin on his face. “Come on,
let me see it. Let’s use it to shrink the neighbor’s dog, or
something.”
“It’s
not a toy,” said Madison. “The reason she let me borrow it is…
that I told her I wanted to use it on you.”
The man
looked at his wife with a stupefied face. “You what?”
Madison
nodded. She couldn’t look her husband in the eyes. “You’ve been
so awful lately, Mark. You don’t bring any money home anymore. I’ve
had to ask my parents for a loan, it was so humiliating.”
“I told
you we’re going to repay it once I got a new job, baby...”
“Don’t
call me baby!” shouted Madison, who was getting emotional. “You
haven’t been seriously looking for months now. All you do is get
wasted on this couch and hang out with your idiot friends.”
Mark was
looking at the floor with a pitiful, defeated look.
“You keep
spending money on alcohol and other crap than we can afford,” she
continued. “And you never help around the house either. You’ve
got so much free time, you could at least afford to clean up after
yourself, right? But you never do.”
“Baby...”
“You’ve
become worthless,” she cried. “You just take up space. And I
can’t do anything about it. I can’t make you stop drinking, I
can’t make you sort yourself out. That’s why… that’s why me
and Rebecca agreed that the best thing for you was to shrink down, so
that I would be able to give you a little discipline.”
“But
I...” murmured Mark. He had no clue how to handle his wife's
accusations. He knew in his heart that she was right, but he would
have never admitted it out loud.
“I don’t
wanna shrink, baby,” he protested. “Come on, who the hell does
that? I would become the joke of the year if I let you shrink me.”
“You need
to,” said Madison. She showed him the pieces of paper she held
inside the folder. “I’ve got all things sorted, as you can see.”
Mark took a
look at the papers. They were signed both by a local judge and his
wife. In them, it was written that he was allowed to shrink to
one-third of an inch for an indefinite amount of time, TO the
judgment of Miss Madison Vargas.
“You only
need to sign them, and then I’ll be able to shrink you,” she
said.
"I
can't do this," he cried. "One-third of an inch… that's
way too small. I thought you meant to shrink me to one foot tall, or
something like that."
Madison
shook her head. "That size will be perfect for you. You're going
to be way more manageable that way. Me and Rebecca agreed on that
part. Actually, she said I should make you even smaller." The
brunette giggled, and she adjusted her hair. "But I think
one-third of an inch is good."
“Even…
smaller?” he asked.
"Yeah,
like one-tenth of an inch or so. But that size is way too small in my
opinion," said Madison. "Like, I could lose you so easily
if you were that size, and it'd be difficult even to pick you up,"
she added as she gestured with the tip of her fingers.
Mark shook
his head in disbelief. His wife took his hands in hers. “Please,
Mark, you need to sign that paper,” she said.
“But…
what am I even going to do once I’m small,” he said.
“The same
stuff you do right now,” said Madison. “You’ll hang out with
me. I’ll be able to put you in my lap, or in between my breasts,”
she teased him. Mark found that part really sexy as he stared at the
bulge in his wife’s dress. “It’s not like you do anything but
watch TV right now,” she said. “Good news! You can watch TV even
at bug size.”
“Hmm...”
the man nodded.
“When I
go out, I can put you in a little box and carry you in my purse,”
she explained. “I got it online, it’s designed for situations
like ours,” she said. “Let me get it from my room.”
When she
returned, she had a tiny metal box in her hand. She handed it to her
husband. He opened it to find that it had comfortable interiors and
lights that you could turn on and off.
“You
really thought of everything,” he said.
Madison
nodded. Mark kept looking at the minuscule box in his hand. It was
smaller than a pencil eraser. He hadn’t realized yet how small he
would become, but looking at the container in the palm of his hand,
he got the full grasp of how puny he was going to be if he accepted
his wife’s proposal.
“Maddie...”
he whispered. “I need some time to think this over.”
The woman
shook her head. “There is no time,” she said. “I need to return
the shrinking device to Rebecca tomorrow. She leaves for Japan and
she needs the device for herself.”
Mark was
lost in thought. “What if I said no?” he asked.
“Then I
want you out of this house as soon as possible,” she coldly said.
“But
baby...”
“I can’t
put up with your antics anymore, Mark. You need to grow up and accept
to shrink down. Or leave.”
“Where
would I go?”
"That's
your problem. Of course, you could just accept my proposal. Think
about it. It's very generous of me. Nobody is forcing me to give you
this possibility."
“Hmm-mm.”
“My
parents said that I should just leave you, and my sister agrees. But
in the end, I want to give you a possibility to redeem yourself.”
Mark
scratched his chin.
“But,
what about… you know… that stuff.”
Madison
smiled. “I think we’ll find a way to do that stuff,” she
said. She lifted her dress up, revealing her crimson panties.
“Imagine crawling in there, lifting the elastic of my panties
and...” She licked her lips and let out a small moan. “Lose
yourself in me.”
Mark was
shaken at the words of his wife. He hadn't realized how sexy the
situation could become. He inched towards the alluring woman to put
an arm around her, but Madison backed off.
“Nonono,”
she said. “Not until you shrink. You’re not allowed to touch me
until you sign that paper.”
“But
baby… how about one last time before...”
“Sign
that paper,” she said. “And then we’ll have some fun, I
promise. I can shrink you right now if you only sign that paper. And
then...” she lifted her dress again. “You can move to your own
personal amusement park.”
Mark was
losing it. He wanted to have her so badly, now that she was teasing
him like that.
“But,
Maddie,” he asked. “When are you going to make me big again?”
The woman
stared blankly at him. In all honesty, she hadn’t given that matter
any serious thought yet.
“We’ll
see,” she said. “If you will be a nice obedient pet, then I will
consider restoring you to your normal size.”
“A pet?”
he repeated.
“Oops,
did I say that? I mean, that’s kind of what you will become,” she
reasoned. “It’s not like you could be my actual husband
any longer after you get to that size.” She laughed and threw her
head back to remove the hair from her face.
Mark was a
bit confused. “I thought… we were doing this to help me.”
“We’re
doing this to help us both,” she corrected him. “I will finally
be able to save some money, and you’ll have someone who can help
you control yourself,” she explained.
Mark looked
down at the floor, where his wife’s feet were. “I’m not sure
about this...” he whimpered.
Madison,
noticing where Mark's gaze had gone, removed her shoes, and then
placed her bare feet over the couch.
"Look
at my feet, Mark," said the beautiful woman. Mark's gaze focused
on her soles. "You've been begging me to lick my dirty soles
since the day we got married. I found it so gross, to find my feet
sticky with your saliva, your tongue licking them up and down, up and
down. But I endured that because I wanted to be good to you. Now...
imagine my feet as big as buildings to you," she said.
“Think
how much time it will take to clean them all off. And the best part
is… I won’t even feel you squirming under my sole as you eat all
of the dirt I gathered on there.”
Mark felt
like his dick was exploding. He looked at his wife straight in the
eye. “I knew… I was right to marry you,” he said. “Back off,”
she said, as he was ready to jump on her. “Sign that paper, and
then we’re done.”
Mark took
the papers in his hand. “Are you going to do that or not?”, asked
Madison, as she offered him the pen.
*
The next morning.
Rebecca
heard the sound of the doorbell. She eagerly rose from her chair,
ready to receive her best friend. The girls kissed each other on
their cheeks.
“I have
some coffee ready, babe,” announced Rebecca.
The girls
sat at the kitchen table and started to drink their coffee. Madison
began recalling the conversation of the previous night to her friend.
“So, did
he sign or not?” Rebecca asked, although, from the way her friend
couldn’t stop smiling, she felt she already knew the answer.
Madison
opened her purse and started searching for the small metal box she
had shown to her husband the night before. Rebecca, understanding
where this was going, started to squeal enthusiastically.
Then the
metal box was emptied over the table and the little man was tossed
onto the wooden surface.
He saw the
two ladies’ gorgeous smiles way up above. They both looked so
beautiful, sitting at that table, smiling and cheering at his
newfound size.
“I can’t
believe the little dunce accepted,” laughed Rebecca as she lightly
flicked him with her long fingernail. “And all it took was showing
him a little panty.”
Both girls
laughed heartily. “It’s not like you don’t know how that
works,” said Madison.
“Oh, you
mean, about all my previous dates?” said Rebecca as she took
another sip of her coffee. “You’re right. Men will do anything
as long as you get them turned on.”
“Where
are they now, anyway?” asked Madison.
“Dunno,
somewhere in my room, I guess. I let them free to walk around, so I’m
afraid I might have squished one or two of them already,” she
casually stated. “Who knows, we might have even stomped on a few on
our way to the kitchen!”
Madison
smiled. She imagined how terrified Mark was getting as he heard those
words. She picked her tiny husband up and tossed him into her coffee
cup.
“You can
finish that off,” she said. The man landed over the small puddle of
the leftover coffee from the bottom of the cup his wife had used.
Madison
handed the device over to Rebecca. “Thank you so much, Becca. When
you come back from Japan, I’ll treat you to the best place in
town.”
“I’m
just glad you could put it to good use,” said the woman as she
observed the bug-sized man sucking up the coffee from the bottom of
the cup. She grabbed the white cup from its handle. “You’d better
take him out before it goes in the dishwasher.”
“Should
I?” laughed Madison, as she hesitated after positioning her fingers
over the cup.
Rebecca
shrugged. “Your choice, I don’t care.”
Mark was
relieved when he found that his wife and her friend were just joking.
He wasn’t so sure before. Madison picked his body up and cleaned
him off using a napkin, then he was placed back into his metal box.
Madison and
Rebecca kissed each other on the cheek before they parted. Rebecca
watched the beautiful figure of her friend walking away until she
reached the elevator. After closing the door, she felt so pleased.
She hadn’t seen her friend that happy in months. She was sure that
now that Madison was rid of her toxic husband, she would get back to
her old usual cheery self. As for herself, she couldn’t really ask
for much. Maybe to get back from Japan with a little
souvenir...
Conversation with a Shrink Girl by summerdeath
Author's Notes:
This is part of an ebook of mine called "Footprints - A Giantess Nightclub."
I meet Greta at one of the trendiest coffee shops downtown, one she
uses to patron often with her friends and fellow students. Dressed in
a tracksuit and tennis shoes, she removes her sunglasses and offers
me her hand as she sits in front of me. “I’m heading for the gym
after the interview,” she explains. Her bright smile lights up the
room as we wait for our orders to be served. If one had to judge from
her simple ways, her youthful looks, and casual attire, he would
never imagine her to be one of the most successful professionals in
the world of fetishist kinks. However, Greta is an experienced
size-changing worker, or shrink escort, and in this exclusive
interview, she reveals to your favorite magazine all of her secrets
and then some.
How and when did you start being a shrink escort?
I was 19 and had just finished high school at the time. One of my
sister’s friends had decided to retire from the profession and she
wanted to introduce me to some of her clients. At first I wasn't sure
that was something I wanted to do, but she managed to convince me. I
was going to begin college in the fall, and when she told me how much
money she had made doing this job, I realized I would've been able to
pay off my college expenses easily if I had taken off as a shrink
escort. So I told myself… why not? Let's give it a try at least.
And here we are now.
What was your first job? Were you nervous at the time?
I was really nervous the first few times, yeah. I was afraid I would
end up crushing or maiming the little guys and then I would lose the
trust of the clientele. Of course, the first thing you do before the
beginning of a shrink session is make them sign a contract that
protects you from all legal responsibilities, so whatever happens to
them you don't risk a thing. But it's not like you want to hurt your
clients or anything. It's the last thing you want to do as a shrink
escort. It makes potential new clients afraid of trying it out and
gives us all a bad reputation. Anyway… my first job, I still
remember it clearly. I picked him up at the size-changing facility
and carried him home in my shorts pocket. I had to hide him from my
family as I walked into my room, I was very awkward as it was my
first time dealing with a tiny person. He was actually just a foot
worshipper who wanted to hang out between my toes. He had
specifically requested for my feet to be smelly, so I picked up a
pair of old trainers and went for a walk around my neighborhood
before our meeting. After closing the door in my room, I just
removed my shoes and tossed him on the floor. I could smell the odor
from above, so I felt grossed out at the sight of the little guy
licking my dirty feet. I just sat at my desk awkwardly, and let him
do his thing. Half an hour later, I picked him up and walked him back
to the size facility. And that’s how I made my first hard-earned
money (she laughs).
How does one go about contacting a shrink escort?
In my case, they send an email to
the address they can find on my website. I check their request out
and get back to them until we arrange a date and time. They tell me
which size they are going to shrink, which kind of action they want
to perform, and how they want me to act as they do it. They can also
choose which kind of clothes they want me to wear. Daily clothes,
lingerie, fully naked? It's important to agree on all of this
beforehand because once they are shrunk down they might be too small
to communicate. When they shrink to a super tiny size, every detail
matters. One extra drop of perfume can ruin their whole experience,
so this is a really important phase. Anyway, most guys just want me
to completely undress once we get back from the shrinking center. I
found that foot fetishists are the most particular about the kind of
shoes they want me to wear though. They always have a particular kind
of sandal or high-heeled shoe in their mind, and a lot of the time
they'll gift me the type of shoe they want me to wear for our
meeting. I love shopping, but since I started doing this job I can't
say I have ever needed to look for new shoes. (she
laughs)
What kind of requests do you get from your clients?
There are many types of requests. I just told you about one of the
most popular, which is foot worshipping. They just want to hang out
at your feet and fiddle with them. Sometimes they’ll ask you to
interact with them and dominate them with your soles, and sometimes
they want you to just passively wait as they have their fun with your
feet. Others ask for trash-talking and stuff like that. Like, they
want to be called a bug, or a slave, and generally being looked down
upon. I was so inept at this at the beginning, but I got more
comfortable as time passed. Others prefer tits and asses, or
mouthplay, and of course, many want to have sex while shrunken. For
sex, I ask more than other kinds of size play because it requires my
full attention. I mean, one thing is to have a one-inch dude wanting
to just jump up and down your tits as you watch TV, another is using
a shrunken man as a dildo.
Of course, there’s plenty of
variety in the requests I’m getting. There are guys who love
pissing. They’re like those monks who meditate under a waterfall,
but I’m sure their goal is a bit different. Some like to bathe and
swim in my piss, so I collect it in a little jar for them. I remember
once a guy asked me to place him inside a jar and piss on him, but
only a few drops because he had never learned to swim. (she
laughs) Others want to
be in your clothes as you go through your day. I have a tiny man in
my underwear at this very moment (she
looks a bit uncomfortable as she says this).
He specifically requested to be trapped in my panties as I went to
the gym.
Tell us about the strangest requests you’ve received. Anything
you’ve ever refused to do?
Strange is commonplace in this kind
of job. Off the top of my head… There’s one guy who wants to be
tossed on my big toenail right after I paint my nails so that he'll
be glued to it as the paint dries. Then he wants me to take a walk
downtown while he's stuck there. Another guy once came to me with a
model city he had built himself. He wanted me to roleplay and destroy
the little city as he walked in the middle of it. That was one of the
most entertaining jobs I’ve been asked to do, but he told me it
almost felt sad seeing me wrecking the city he had spent so much time
building. As for jobs I’ve refused… well, every time a client
wants me to swallow them, I have to tell them I'm a vegetarian! (she
laughs)
What kind of size do your clients usually request to be?
Actually, that is all over the
place. The largest size I allow is eight inches, and the smallest is
one-half of a millimeter. Bigger than eight inches, and it kinda
stops being a giantess experience, they get closer to the size of
little kids which freaks me out. Smaller than one-tenth of a
millimeter would make them hard to spot even with my handy magnifying
lens. So you find guys who want to be six inches dildos and others
who want to explore my body at the smallest size possible, and then
everyone else who falls in between. There are some guys who would
like to get even smaller than one-half of a millimeter! I tell them
that that size makes me almost 5 miles tall to them, and that should
be enough for anyone. Imagine seeing a 100-foot-tall nipple and
thinking that's not big enough! These guys would want my breasts to
become as big as planets, and even then I'm not sure they'd be
satisfied! (she laughs)
Did any accident ever happen?
I cannot say, unfortunately, that
using a shrink escort is always 100% safe. There’s always the
possibility of getting lost or even dying. Going to a more
experienced escort will greatly reduce the chances of this happening.
In the beginning, when I was still unskilled, I roughed up some of
the first guys who went inside my pussy. A few of them said they
enjoyed it though! (she
laughs). I can say that
if you want to be safe, you should avoid shrinking under 1 cm, which
coincidentally, is also my favorite size.
Why?
Well, when they’re 1 cm tall, they’re about as tall as my big
toe. They struggle a bit to get on my foot, but they are able to get
on top of it, unless they have a disability, in which case I’m more
than glad to help them. My body becomes about 700 feet tall to them,
which is a good size for exploring in a standard half-hour session.
My tits become a comfortable bed when they're that size, and they're
also perfect for vaginal play. I can grind them against my flesh with
just the tip of my finger. With experience, I've learned to do it
gently, so that we both end up enjoying it. They feel so good on my
clit!
What kind of men use your services?
Do you also accept women as clients?
Of course, I also accept women, but the ratio is, like, 95 male to 5
female clients. I enjoy it a lot when I get to shrink a tiny lady.
The fact that another woman wants to be tiny before me is very
flattering. Not all of them are into women in their regular lives, by
the way. Some perfectly straight ladies enjoy the idea of exploring a
large body, and some are into humiliation and adore the idea of being
dominated by a much larger, younger and prettier -I apologize if this
sounds like I’m bragging- female. There are also some couples who
love having sex on a giant body. Anyway, the people I get are pretty
varied. I've had clients from 18 to 95 years old, but most are
middle-aged men. Many are single, but I get plenty of married people
too. Many are too afraid of confessing their fantasies to their
wives, or they have already done so and have been rejected. My
service is costly, and you have to add the shrinking expenses, so a
lot of my clients are upper class people. But I have quite a few
clients from working class backgrounds. They save up the money so
they can live out their fantasy. For a lot of them, it’s a lifetime
dream coming true.
What does your boyfriend think of your shrinking activity? Does he
ask you to be shrunken too?
Honestly, he doesn’t care too
much. We don’t talk about it a lot, really. I’ve been trying to
get him involved, as I’ve had some requests for a threesome, or a
foursome with a tiny couple, but he says he’s not interested. As
far as sex goes, he’s kinda vanilla, and I’m fine with him that
way. I get more than my fair share of shrunken foot fanatics as it is
(she laughs).
He never asked me to be shrunken either, although if he did, I
wouldn't mind. I've fantasized about using him as a sex toy a few
times…
You are just 5’2”, do you see shrinking people down as a way
to overcome your own physical size?
Actually, that’s part of the appeal of this job for me. At my
height, I’ve always had most people tower over me. It’s
refreshing to be a giantess and have tiny people at your feet. Makes
me feel like I’m the big one, for once. I have to say also, that
the adoration I receive from my clients daily has done wonders for my
self esteem.
What do you think of suicide escorts? Have you ever accepted that
kind of job?
First off, it’s an illegal
practice, and I’m really not looking forward to spending time
behind bars. (she
laughs). So even if I
actually accepted those kinds of requests, that’s not something I
would share publicly.
Of course, these kinds of practices are forbidden, and for good
reason. Then again, you have some men who just want to be killed by a
giant woman. They want to be crushed underfoot, or eaten, or fucked
to death. These kinds of jobs are very lucrative, because usually the
men leave the escort with a very good remuneration, if not all of the
money they have left. I’ve heard of girls who were able to retire
at my age because of the money they made killing off tiny people. Old
men or terminally ill people are the most likely to request these
jobs, but sometimes you get younger people too. From a moral point of
view, I find it’s a grey area. Some of these people are depressed
and would be better off seeking treatment. But others are dying
people who just want to see their last wish come true. If you think
about it, wouldn’t you rather die under a beautiful ass than in a
hospital bed?
Have you ever been on “the other side”?
Yeah, I actually did once! A friend of mine who's also in the same
job asked me to take turns in shrinking ourselves in front of the
other so that we could see what it was like from our clients' point
of view. For a while, I was afraid it was all her plot to try and get
rid of the competition (she laughs).
But seriously, there was no way I could actually believe that, as I
knew we both received more requests than we could handle anyway. I
shrank down to one inch. Seeing her tower over me was a humbling
experience, she was incredibly massive and beautiful. From that day
on, I realized the way my clients looked at me when they stood at my
feet, which helped me appreciate my work better. I still remember the
way my friend laughed when she watched me run away from her stinky
pantyhose!
Would you recommend your job to other women who might be reading
this?
Definitely! It’s a kind of job anyone can do, and you can make
plenty of money very easily. Lots of time you just lay there with a
book, studying, while the tinies play with your body. Most of them
want to shrink so small you won’t even notice they’re there. It’s
a job I’ve grown to enjoy throughout the years. These days I look
forward to picking the tiny people up at the shrinking centre.
Your physical appearance matters, but it’s not the end of it.
Average-looking girls still attract lots of clients, but the
better-looking you are, the more money you can ask for.
Our conversation is over. We say goodbye to each other and then she
excuses herself. Her gym workout can't be postponed any more, and the
tiny guy trapped in her panties is itching for her to get all sweaty.
Greta is a young woman who has decided to fulfill people’s deepest
desires for a living. Perhaps, if you’re a fetishist living in the
London area you already know her and her services. If you don’t,
who knows? You might end up wanting to try her and her giant feet
out…
visit
http://www.giantessgoddessgretauk.com to learn more
A Night at My Sister's Friend's Feet by summerdeath
Sarah stretched and yawned. The slender girl, having just returned from a night out, sank into the sofa while tossing her handbag into the coffee table.
“Careful!” Deborah said. “My brother’s in there!”
“Huh? Your brother? Right… I forgot that he had shrunk...”
Sarah’s eyes darted to the coffee table, where she spotted the minuscule shape of a tiny, bug-sized man. “I’ve never seen a guy this tiny,” she giggled. “Gosh, I’ll have to be careful not to crush him. Is it okay to put my feet there? I’m so tired...”
Jason recoiled as his sister’s friend slammed her heels on the coffee table. The giant woman was not thinking of how her smallest action could influence the tiny man, and she couldn’t help but laugh as she saw him bounce from the impact of her foot’s crash.
“Whoa! Sorry!” said the girl. “Are you okay?”
Sarah watched him recomposing himself, getting up from having fallen on his ass onto the table’s wooden surface. Now that her feet stood so close to him, he looked even tinier and more insignificant. She compared him to her toes, which she playfully twirled, and found that even the smallest one was still larger and bulkier than the bug-sized man.
Deborah smirked. “He’s surely fine,” the girl said. “My bro has been through much, much worse things, I assure you.”
Sarah smiled with a mixture of amusement and pity. “I can believe that, seeing how small he is.”
No matter how empathic she tried to sound, she did not even think of pulling her feet away from the table where he stood on.
The building-sized shoes towered above Jason, the man familiarizing himself with the pattern and the dirtiness of their soles as it looked upon their flat surfaces as a wave of leather and footsweat scent breezed upon him.
Sarah groaned as she made eye contact with her friend. “I’m so sore. The party was so fun, but these heels have been killing me!”
Deborah grinned. “How about a little foot rub, then? I’m sure my bro would be happy to give you one...”
Sarah smiled at Deborah, her expression indicating that she did not fall for her trick. “Come on,” she said. “Be serious.”
“No, no, I swear!” Deborah said. “He’s pretty good at it. I have him massage my feet all the time. Just give him a try if you don’t believe me.”
Sarah turned to the little man again. Jason was still standing between her shoes. She thought it might have just been her mind playing tricks on her, but it looked as if he was eager to get to work.
The blonde giggled. “Okay, then,” she said as she leaned in to unfasten her shoes. “Can’t hurt to try.”
“Ouch,” she said once she unclipped both of her shoe straps, revealing blisters on both her heels. “I knew this was bad…”
“I’ll get you some band-aids,” Deborah said, heading for the bathroom’s medicine cabinet.
The sound of her steps echoed in the room as Sarah’s bare feet returned to the coffee table, their round soles looming in front of Jason. “Let’s see what you can do, little man...” purred the girl as her feet undulated in front of the minuscule guy.
As soon as he approached the titanic sole, it was evident that the vast majority of the girl’s foot was too far for him to access to. Jason, at his pitiful size, could only reach to the bottom of the ball of her foot.
Sarah smirked. “Right, Deb was obviously joking. How can this tiny guy massage my feet properly?”
“You need to put your foot down on him,” Deborah explained as she returned to the room.
“Back already?” Sarah asked.
Deborah nodded, handing Sarah the band-aid box. “Curve your foot a little bit so he can find some space.”
Sarah curled her toes and slightly raised the bottom of her foot. “Like this?”
“Yup!” Deborah said, as she observed Jason crawling under Sarah’s foot like a worm.
The girl eyed the tiny man with curiosity. “Hey, I can feel him there... Oooh! This is good!”
Deborah giggled. “I told you... even at his size, he can make himself useful!”
“And he’s so well-behaved,” Sarah observed with satisfaction. “As soon as I tell him what to do, he immediately obeys! Did you train him?”
“Not really,” Deborah said. The girl pouted. “He’s not like that with just anybody... I think he may just have the hots for you!”
“Really?” Sarah amusedly said. She had peeled the paper off a band-aid and had pulled her foot away from the table, while keeping the one Jason was under in place.
“Who knows...” Deborah reasoned. “Maybe if he hadn’t shrunk, he would have made a move.”
“He used to be kinda hot,” Sarah said as she pulled her other foot away, uncovering Jason. She put the band-aid over the blister and shot another look at him. “But now... look at him!” she said as she erupted in a chuckle.
Sarah closed in on Jason to pick him up between thumb and forefinger, hovering him up in the hair. “Hardly boyfriend material!”
Deborah giggled. “But he does give good foot rubs.”
Sarah nodded. “You’ve got to give him that, at least...” she said as a devilish idea came up into her mind. She picked up the band-aid box with her free hand and took out another band-aid.
“Did that one not stick?” Deborah asked.
“Oh, it’s not that...” Sarah said, smiling mischievously. She bent down toward her foot, placing Jason right in the space on top of her big toe. Then, as she pinned the man to her skin with the tip of her finger, she used her other hand to peel off a band-aid. With a turn of her finger, she glued the sticky part around her toe, smothering Jason between the gauze and her skin.
“There!” she said, as she swung her foot in front of Deborah, satisfaction evident in her eyes as she confirmed that the tiny man did not budge as she kicked her foot around.
“Ah, come on!” said the girl. “That’s my brother you’re sticking on your foot!”
Despite scolding her with words, it was clear that she was actually amused, and was loudly giggling at the scene.
Sarah beamed. “It’s very convenient,” she bragged. “This way I can have him within reach whenever I want a foot rub.”
Deborah nodded. “Very clever,” she said.
Sarah smiled as she gave one final look at the guy trapped on her big toe. Only his face came out of the huge, light brown sticker. “And you said he likes me so... he can’t even complain!”
The girl got up from the sofa, picked up her shoes and handbag, and yawned. “Now, I guess I’m going to sleep…” she announced.
Deborah nodded. “You know where the guest room is.”
“Course. G’night, babe. See you tomorrow...”
“Good night... and… take care of my bro!” Deborah asked as she glanced at her friend’s foot.
Sarah giggled, playfully twirling her big toe. “I will, I will...”
The Lotion by summerdeath
Charlotte was waiting in the middle of the empty classroom, her long
legs dangling from the teacher's desk.
She paused the game
she was playing on her phone and looked around, wondering if Philip
could’ve maybe chickened out and ended up not showing.
Still, she felt
confident: she was not the kind of girl boys could ignore. A
beautiful tall blonde, a freshman at her college, and already one of
its most popular girls.
Guys openly fawned
at her. This one in particular, she could sense how obsessed he was.
He was a couple of years older and a big loser, but he came from a
fairly wealthy family. Normally, the thought of being alone with him
would’ve creeped her out. But this day, she had taken all of the
necessary precautions…
Minutes later, the
door opened, and a nervous figure entered the room. A scrawny
twenty-something awkwardly stopped in front of the door, as if
waiting for her permission to come inside.
"Hi..." he
just said.
Charlotte kept
looking at her phone's screen, unfazed by Philip's presence. Despite
being ignored, the guy kept awkwardly standing by the door, waiting
for her to acknowledge him. It took a while for her to lift her face
up and her cold green eyes to gaze at him.
"Did you bring
the money?" she asked.
"Y-yes,"
said the guy as he conjured a few crumpled bills from his pocket. He
walked to her, Charlotte grabbing the papers from his outstretched
hand to make sure the amount was the one they had agreed upon.
Then, without saying
a word, she bent forward to untie her sneakers.
Some seconds later,
the white shoe fell on the floor, revealing the blonde's sock-clad
foot. The white and pink piece of cotton soon followed, slumping on
the ground, and her foot was finally bare.
The girl looked at
Philip, who was standing motionless and nervously. "You have ten
minutes," she said with a faint smile. "You'd better hurry
up. The stopwatch has started," she added, showing him the
countdown running on the screen of her smartphone.
Philip advanced
toward the lady. As soon as he got in front of the desk, he looked at
the blonde of his dreams and kneeled in front of her, his face
standing at the same height as her elegant, long foot.
He could feel the
slight odor of her sweat as he lowered his face in front of the toes.
Then, he stuck his tongue out and started licking her skin like an
obedient dog. Feeling the texture of Charlotte's flesh under his
tongue, he savored the taste of her rounded sole as he kept ramming
his tongue to feel the bitter flavor of her foot sweat. Greedily, his
slobbering tongue made its way through the bottom of the girl’s
foot, moving up to the long, lined-up toes, careful not to waste a
single second of the ten-minute time span he was offered.
He glanced up to see
if he could catch a glimpse of her panties, but her legs were
crossed. Never mind; he went back to her foot. Meanwhile, the girl
resumed playing with her phone, seemingly unfazed by having her older
college mate worshipping her foot. She spread her toes and closed
them off together, feeling the sticky wetness of his spit against her
skin; and sometimes pushed her foot against Philip's face, letting
him feel the whole length of her warm sole against his nose and
forehead before he could get back to lick it with ardent passion.
He resumed sucking
on her pretty toes, painted with pink nail polish, as if he was
tasting the most delectable delicacy in the universe. He inserted
them one by one inside his mouth, sucking the dirt from in between
them, and worshipping with abandon the godly flesh with his tongue,
teeth, and lips.
At first, Philip
didn't notice that something was changing. He was too focused on his
task, too intent on worshipping the perfect girl he had dreamed so
much about. Eventually though, even someone as focused as him had to
recognize that something was off.
He noticed how he
could no longer fit all of her toes inside of his mouth, so he went
with the larger one, now so bulky that he had to spread his mouth to
let the thing in. He kept sucking on it, savoring the taste of the
dirt from under her nail. That's when the thing started slipping out
from his lips. His mouth simply couldn't contain the thing anymore,
as it was getting almost as large as his entire head. He looked up to
see Charlotte's colossal body extending for dozens of feet. Her
beautiful legs alone were as large as tree trunks and her magnificent
foot, now almost as big as his whole body, was still hovering in the
air.
Did he care? Perhaps
he was getting a bit afraid, but it seemed like his need to keep
worshipping the larger and larger foot was his absolute priority.
He jumped to hug the
thing, letting his arms circle around the arch of the foot.
Soon after, she
swung her foot in the air, and he couldn't keep his hold anymore. He
fell on the floor, only to see the teen's smug face looking at him
from up above.
"It worked,"
she giggled. "Sorry, Phil, but did you really think I could let
you run around town, spreading rumors that I let people lick my feet
for money? Of course not!"
"So I tried
applying this experimental shrinking formula on my skin, and
apparently it works really well."
Her lips curled into
a slight smirk. "You're getting smaller by the second," she
observed. "And the more you lick my feet, the more you will
shrink."
Then she picked her
phone up.
"You still have
three minutes. One would think you would stop at this point, but are
you sure you want to waste the little time you have left?"
Her foot descended
and slammed on the floor. Philip raced towards it, uncaring of
everything else in the world. The doll-sized man kneeled to kiss the
toes of the girl he fancied, covering the precious foot with his
kisses. As he kept dwindling in front of the girl, his lust peaked as
he came into his pants while he lasciviously let his spongy muscle
cover the skin of the teen.
He jumped over the
slender toes, keeping sticking kisses at them as the girl had resumed
playing with her cellphone game. He was now as short as her big toe
was long, and he was only getting smaller. Panicking at the thought
that his time was about to end, he started jumping all over her foot,
unsure of what to do, where to go, and which section of his dream
foot worship.
Gradually, the foot
became his world. He walked over the slope of the foot, kneeling over
it to touch the bony skin and then standing up to tread towards her
toes. Even at full speed, the toes stood hundreds of feet in the
distance and seemed unreachable as the continuous shrinking only made
his traveling more troublesome.
Up above, her upset
voice could be heard. “Aww! I lost! And just when I was about to
beat my record!”
Then his entire
surroundings were shaken, and with a swift and sudden motion, he was
kicked off of the giant foot.
"Time's up,"
her booming voice from far above ruled, as he landed on the cold
floor.
Her green eyes
looked down from an incredible distance, trying to spot the ant-sized
man.
"How lucky... I
forgot to check up the stopwatch and so you gained an extra minute at
my feet," she said.
"I suppose I
should charge you for that, but I don't think there is a way I could
receive the extra money from you now."
Charlotte picked a
tissue from her bag to clean her foot up, then wore her sock and shoe
back. Her gaze then went back to the floor where she finally spotted
Philip's tiny figure.
"There you
are," she said. She was now standing up in all of her beautiful
glory. The tiny man looked up at his crush, towering endlessly above
him like a goddess. Her slender, toned body seemed more alluring than
ever now. As his gaze moved up above her legs, he could finally see
under her skirt, her white panties covering her ass and womanhood. He
reveled in the heavenly view as he heard her speak again.
The girl raised her
eyebrow and curled her lips. "What should I do with you? I
should probably squish you under my foot since you're so small, but
such an honor would be wasted on you, and I don't think you paid
enough for that service," she said.
"That size is
just perfect for you, don’t you think?" she added with an
arrogant smile. She walked towards the door, each step of her sending
a shockwave to the tiny ant-sized man. "You’ll be able to peep
on girls unnoticed, and you’ll be so close to the feet you love so
much!"
He felt the ground
shake with each of the teen's steps.
When she was next to
the door, for one last time she turned her indifferent face to him,
or rather the spot she knew he was standing on.
"You'll just
have to avoid getting stepped on. Good luck with that!"
And then she slammed
the door and got out of the building, fantasizing about how she would
spend the money she had just earned.
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