Mark was very much in love with his girlfriend. She was very beautiful to him. It was not that she was a bombshell with voluptuous curves. Quite the contrary, she was lithe and graceful. What frustrated him, however, was that she did not really realize it, and had a difficult time understanding how really deeply in love with her he was. This made it difficult for him to advance their relationship to where he would like it to go.

Mark had discovered many years ago, since childhood, really, that he was attracted to the idea of submitting himself to a more powerful person. Given his sexual preference for women, the ultimate desire in his mind was to be enslaved by a lovely woman. His girlfriend, Sarah, had all the physical attributes that he might like. He imagined her dressed in the manner of how the Goddesses of Ancient Greece went attired. In her graceful motions, her visage, and her intellect, she resembled, in his mind’s eye, the Goddess Athena very much.

Unfortunately, however, these features aside, she embodied none of what constituted a Greek Goddess. She dressed in drab clothes: khakis and off-green t-shirts. She also had none of the ego that she would need in order to enact the Goddess, or be the mistress, that Mark longed to submit himself to. She was humble and self-effacing. She was convinced that she was little more than a wallflower that people simply passed by and did not think about. All his attempts to have the sort of relationship he yearned for were met by puzzlement and misunderstanding.

She, of course, loved her cat very much. Sarah had no inclination toward marriage or motherhood, and showered all the sorts of maternal affections she possessed onto this feline. This made Mark insanely jealous. Sarah treated the cat – Whiskers – exactly the way that Mark wanted to be treated, with the caveat, of course, that Mark also wanted sex. Sarah cared for this cat, showed him much affection, played with him and slept together with him. She also giggled with delight when the cat licked Sarah’s toes. All the attempts that Mark had made to do the same were met with disgust.

Unfortunately for Sarah, Whiskers died some five months into her relationship with Mark. Mark had certainly not caused this; he had actually liked Whiskers, completely aside from his jealousy. His ability to play with Whiskers and show affection to, and receive affection from, the cat had been a part of what had made Sarah like him. But Whiskers’ death left her completely miserable. She appreciated his comforting her, but she was generally inconsolable.

This gave him a very strange idea. Just two years before shrinking technology had come on the market. It was used in industry, especially in computer hardware and consumer electronics, in order make the product components ever smaller so as to make the devices ever more capable. This technology made it possible to reduce anything in size to whatever size was necessary. They had also developed growing technology as well, but it had fewer applications.

This new technology had a few drawbacks, however. It was still very expensive, and it was not yet made reversible – something to do with molecular structure that Mark did not quite understand. Something could only be shrunken or grown once. After that, the molecules were permanently out of phase with something that made it impossible to do again. Mark’s brain had never been geared for physics.

It was, however, completely usable on biological objects. They had used the growers on livestock in order to make more meat, but that had not yet been made an economically viable means of creating more food. Feeding cows with feed rather than using growers on them was still cheaper. Scientists had determined that this seemed to not have any detrimental effects on the cows’ behavior or, more importantly, their meat. When that was discovered, it had become a research bonanza. There were wealthy CEOs and other power-mongers who longed to have a slight height advantage over other people in addition to their wealth advantages. The government, however, had determined that it was not yet determined to be safe on living people.

Charlie knocked on Sarah’s door. Charlie worked in a computer manufacturer’s shrinking lab. The company he worked for reduced microchips down to nanochip size and assembled the components into processing units. A week earlier, his college buddy, Mark, had come to him with the weirdest request. He would have totally said no, but Mark put up a lot of money – and his BMW.

Sarah opened the door.

"Oh, hi Charlie," she said, surprised.

She had met Mark’s friend at a few parties before, but was not otherwise acquainted. Charlie and Mark had been gaming friends even after college, but Sarah had not been interested in any of that.

"Hi Sarah," Charlie said, "I’ve got a special delivery for you."

He handed her a cardboard box. She looked at him, but he just shrugged and stepped away.

"Be careful with that," he said, "it’s very fragile. You’ll find instructions inside."

"Anyway, see ya!" he said as he turned around and walked away.

Sarah saw him walk over to what looked like Mark’s car, but didn’t see Mark in it. *Had Charlie bought the same car?* she wondered.

She shrugged. That was not half as puzzling as the box. It had Sarah’s name written on it in black marker.

*Had Charlie become a mailman?* She thought he worked in electronics or something.

She set the box on her coffee table, moving some clutter out of the way. She was not the tidiest of people. She took a knife and cut open the packing tape. There was Styrofoam packing inside – the type you found around electronic gear when it was packed to keep it safe. When she removed that, she saw what looked like cloth cushioning.

"Hi Sarah," Mark said, emerging from hiding inside the box.

Sarah jumped, startled.

"Oh, sorry!" Mark apologized, "I didn’t mean to scare you!"

He felt he needed to shout so that his tiny lungs could be heard. He was roughly two inches tall.

"Mark?!" she said, astonished, "Is that you??"

Mark nodded.

"But... what..why??"

"Ehm... because after Whisker’s death, I thought you needed a new pet."

"You thought I needed a new pet, and that’s why you’re standing an inch tall?" she asked in the deadpan voice of incredulity.

"Two inches, actually," he replied, evading the question.

She looked at him in disbelief.

"Sorry," he said, hanging his head, "I thought you’d be happy."

She did not know what to make of this. She loved Mark a lot. He was the best boyfriend she’d ever had, but this was weird – weirder even than when he had wanted to suck on her toes. She just didn’t get it.

He was pretty cute like that, though.

"So what am I supposed to do with you?" she asked.

"Anything you want," he answered, smiling.

*There it was,* he thought, he had submitted himself to Sarah. He was not totally hers to do with as she pleased. Somehow the moment was not as cathartic as he had hoped it would be. She simply started at him, not knowing what to do with him.

"You’re just my pet?"

"Yes... if you want me..."

He hadn’t thought that she wouldn’t want to have him as a little pet.

Mark grew quiet. It wasn’t really possible for him to rationally explain it. From any rational perspective what he had done was really stupid. They had been dating for not even six months yet, and here he had made a commitment probably greater than marriage – because one could get a divorce, whereas a shrinking was irreversible – without even asking her what she thought about it.

"I just want to be your pet..." he said sheepishly.

She picked him out of the box.

Picking up the little Mark was not unlike the feeling of holding a little bird – delicate, slightly warm, and moving. She held him up just in front of her face where she could inspect him.

"Wow, you’re really tiny!" she said.

Had he mastered his wits, he might have claimed the reverse about her, but he was in too much awe to master his thoughts like that. He was only five of her inches away from her face. Her head was the size of a small house. He gazed from the inspecting windows to the door.

"And I get to do with you what I want?" she asked.

He looked inside her mouth as she talked. He had not thought of it before, but if she had wanted to, she could have just popped him into her mouth and swallowed him – just like that. That did not seem to be on her mind, however.

"Yes," he answered as he collected himself, "I’m yours to have and to own."

She merely looked at him, probably thinking about the responsibilities he had handed her as she literally sized him up. He wished what was going through her mind nearly as much as he wished that what was going through her mind was what he hoped it would be.

"You’re not a lot of good for me at that height, though," she remarked. "It’s not like you can get things down from the higher shelves for me anymore, nor can you do the dishes for me."

"I can show you love and devotion," he suggested.

"You could do that at five foot ten," she retorted.

"But I’ve got to be really cute this way."

She smiled. He had a point.

"Yes, you’re very cute," she conceded.

That night, they slept together in her bed. He lay beside her pillow in a place where she guessed that she would not roll over on top of him. She slept soundly and, he knew, deeply. He, however, could not sleep. He was too excited by being this small in the presence of his – from his perspective – gigantic girlfriend, laying on her right side toward him.

Once he was sure that she was sound asleep, he got up from where he was and walked over to her face. Even with her face mashed against her pillow, she looked beautiful to him. He wanted to kiss her lips, which were as wide from cheek to cheek as he was tall. He kept himself from doing so, however, out of caution for waking her.

Instead, he crawled underneath her covers. Her arms were in the way of any access to her breasts that he might have. Furthermore, she wore a t-shirt that prevented him from getting at her skin, except for those arms. He kissed those, but he was looking for a more sensual part of her to adore. Thankfully, he found that her t-shirt was not tucked into her pajama pants. He was, therefore, able to crawl inside of her shirt, where he found her belly and her navel.

The thrill of being there was tremendous. Inside her shirt and against her belly gave him the feeling like he was inside of her. He had been a soft vorephile for as long as he could remember, though he was rational enough that he knew that actually going through with something like that would not actually be pleasurable. Also, her actually swallowing him up would be so out of her character that it was an unrealistic prospect. So, being there, in her shirt, against her belly was as close to being inside her belly as he was likely to get, and that was still quite wonderful. Her stomach moving with her breathing, her pleasurable scent surrounding him, he felt completely hers, just the way that he wanted to be.

But he could not fall asleep there. In addition to the air being very warm and stuffy, she might move and smother him. Though it would be the most wonderful smothering that he could imagine, he felt it was wiser to move on.

Leaving the confines of her t-shirt, he found that she had her legs arranged in a closed figure-four. He could go around them, but instead he thought he might be able to crawl underneath her left leg as she lay on her right side. Her legs were sufficiently slender to allow him to do so, though he had to fight with the fabric of her pajama pants to make it through.

On the far side, he was surrounded by her pajama-covered legs, with the canopy of the blanket over her – though, he could see none of this, as everything was in pitch-black darkness. It was also very hot. He decided to walk toward where her left foot would be laying atop her right ankle. The navigation was a little tough in the absolute darkness, though he eventually found it and was able to use her pajama pants to climb up on her leg without disturbing her so much that she would wake. Slow steady movements were his strategy.

He was at her heel. She had beautiful heels in his opinion, and he took the occasion to kiss it. He loved doing so, and kissed it again. If only she were of a more mistress-like persuasion and got as much joy out of him kissing her feet as he took from so submitting himself to her.

As much as he loved this kissing of her heel, however, it grew very warm and difficult to breathe. The sooner he was able to emerge from under the covers, the happier his lungs would be. He crawled down from her leg and made for the bottom of the covers.

To his joy, there was space at the foot of the mattress that was not covered by the blanket and her right foot was also exposed. With fresh and cool oxygen in his lungs, as well as a little light to see by, he made for bare foot. Unlike the covered one, this one was completely open for him to have his way with.

Closing his eyes to savor the moment, Mark lay himself into her arch. He just wanted a long moment of truly belonging. After lying there a good long while, he turned to face where the arch became the heel. That was, for whatever reason, his favorite spot, and so he leaned in and kissed her. He then kissed her again. And again. It was the most wonderful giving in that he had felt, and so he gave himself completely to the worship, with kisses turning into licks – long drawn licks.

Then, all of a sudden and without any warning, her foot retracted, dropping Mark onto face-first onto the mattress.

The light turned on.

"What are you doing?" she demanded.

He turned to sit cross-legged and looked back at her, still somewhat nonplussed by the sudden change in situation.

"Huh?"

"What are you doing down there?" she demanded again. "I put you beside my pillow to keep you safe, and now you’re down there where I could have kicked you in my sleep and killed you!"

"I couldn’t help myself," he said sheepishly.

"I just really want to belong to you," he confessed.

She looked at him, with a slightly frustrated look on her face. Her face then grew more indulgent. "Is that what all of this is about?" she asked him, "you wanting to be my little pet?"

"…yes," he acknowledged.

"And that involves licking my feet?"

"I suppose it’s difficult to explain…" he said.

She then picked him up and sent him in the palm of her hand, drawing him closer to her face as she did so.

"Well give it a try," she demanded.

He exhaled in defeat.

"It’s hard to explain because it’s not rational. You’re so beautiful to me that I want to do more than just look at you and make love to you. I want to belong to you."

"That’s pretty odd," she said, "but we’ve already been over that – that’s really why you made yourself small and decided to become my pet. I’m not sure I get that, but it’s what happened. But why are you down there licking my feet?"

"It’s a form of submission," he said. "by kissing the lower-most part of your body, I show you how highly I regard you."

"But how am I shown that, if I’m asleep?"

Mark shrugged. "I know it’s not rational, but I guess it’s away for me to pretend. Besides, you have beautiful feet."

She looked at him in silence as she thought this through. She held him probably just six of her inches from her face. From his perspective, that put her lovely visage right in live and large in front of him. Her eyes gazed into him, and as he was baring his soul – at least somewhat – he felt as if he were completely transparent to her – that she could completely look though his barriers and into his soul.

He lowered his gaze from her eyes to her mouth.

There was something he had not told her yet: his vorephilia. And there it was, her mouth right in front of him. She was fully capable – right at that moment – of opening her mouth, tossing him in and swallowing him down. Despite his knowledge that it would be awful, he greatly wished that she would do exactly that right then and there. He could then drown his present embarrassment in her stomach juices.

She did not yet seem ready to respond. Her face still carried the look of puzzlement on it; doubtlessly because it simply did not make sense to her.

He decided on another approach.

"Hon," he started, "did you like how it felt?"

"Uh,.. I don’t know. It just tickled and that woke me up."

"But you liked it when Whiskers licked your feet, didn’t you?"

"What?" she said nonplussed. "That tickled too."

"Yes, but you liked it!" he pressed on, "let me just give into you – kiss and lick your feet – and we’ll see if you like it."

"Sarah," he said when she did not immediately respond, "just give this thought a try:"

"Imagine that you’re the Goddess Athena and I am your worshiping mortal. Take off your blankets and pajama’s and just lie on the bed while I worship you. Just see if it doesn’t make you feel divine."

She looked at him for a while, but then did as he suggested. She carefully took off the blanket and removed her pajamas. She sat back down on the bed, with her back against the headboard. She waited for him to begin whatever it was he had in mind.

He, for his part, lost no time in doing so. He was first inclined to give himself to the task of worshiping her with full abandon. He caught himself, however, and instead opted to proceed with reverence. As such he first caressed the tops of her foot, kissing it and touching it with his hands. She allowed him to continue with this, and before long he was giving himself more to his passions, and licking her more – licking between her toes.

As he did so, he stole a peek at her face. To his delight, he saw that he eyes were closed, and by her face he could tell that she was enjoying his worship of her. The sight of her enjoyment of his surrender to her foot made her look all the more Goddess-like: beautiful and dominant. This doubled his own enthusiasm, and he gave completely into his passion, kissing and licking her feet, toes, soles, instep, arch and heel.

After a while of doing so, he was surprised when she took hold of him and lifted him into the air. She smiled at him and set him down on her bare belly.

"That really is very nice," she told him. "I thought of myself as your Goddess, and that made it nicer."

He knelt down submissively.

"You ARE my Goddess, Sarah," he said.

This almost made him blow his load. There he was, kneeling before her, on top of her beautiful belly, and her enjoying it.

"Then please me some more," she instructed him.

It took him a second to understand what she meant, but when he did, he stood up, genuflecting like one who walks away from royalty, backing up towards her nether region. She lifted up her panty, which she had kept on, and he backed himself into the satin tent of her panty held up by her hand. Once he was inside, she let go and he was covered by the soft garment.

He half-slid and half-crawled between her legs to where he could go to work pleasing her carnally. The musty smell did not bother him, and he could tell that she was moist already, perhaps because of his stimulation of her foot, but probably more because of anticipation of what he was about to do.

He used his face and tongue as well as his arms and hands to stimulate her as best as he could at his size. He mashed his face against her moist flesh, and rubbed her with his hands. As he did so, he could feel his efforts having their effect and he could feel her make pelvic movements.

Giving himself completely to the effort he pressed his face further into her womanhood, licking her as he did so and caressing her womanhood with more force. Then he felt his legs taken hold of through the panty’s fabric and he was pushed further inside of her. He was a little ways in, when she ceased pushing and slightly pulled him back. As soon as the pull had begun, he felt the pressure inwards return.

He was being handled gently, but he was being manipulated slightly in and out of her. He went with it, moving himself in phase with her movements of him, making sure to arch his back to put pressure on her clitoris. He could feel her all around him moving more and more. Her body, while very warm already, grew hotter still. It also became moister around him as her hot juices secreted themselves.

He did his best to continue stimulating her, but it was becoming too much for him. She was so large, and his muscles were only so strong. What her body demanded of him was only supplied to her because of her own movements of him in and out of her. At the moment when the back and forth movement of her flesh, increasingly rapidly, reached a reckless rapid thrusting, he felt the crush of her flesh all around him – pressing him, squeezing him. He was being suffocated by her, and he was almost certain that he was about to die, when she relaxed around him, and she gently pulled him out of her fleshy canal.

He slid out; her effluent helping him slip away. When he did so, he fell downwards between her legs. He attempted to stand up on the floor of silk panty fabric, and in the dim light could see her anus. Her hand then reached into her panties and took hold of his chest.

She pulled him out and set him back down on her belly. He collapsed there on the soft and sweaty skin of her abdomen, right next to her navel. Though ready to pass out from exertion and the massive pressures that had racked his body, he opened his eyes and looked up at her.

Her face was clearly flushed, and he could see that she had broken out in a sweat that matted her hair. She was also breathing heavily from exertion.

"Wow!" she exclaimed. "Being a Goddess is awesome!"

He did not have the strength to respond, but it was clear that she was seeing the bright side of this relationship. Unable to do much else, but still wanting to show her his love, he kissed her skin below him. His head sagged into her navel, and he lightly and gently licked the sidewall of the depression that was her belly button.

"You really are sweet," she said as he did so.

"Come here."

She picked him up again and brought him to her face. It was so large, beautiful and worshipful to him. This close to her, he could feel her warm breath breeze gently on his wet skin. That, coupled with the warmth from her hand and the knowledge that he had just pleased her, made him feel very satisfied with his place in life. But satisfaction blended with excitement as he was brought closer to her mouth.

She opened her hand somewhat to reveal his naked body. He felt very vulnerable, but the love and the trust he felt for her made that vulnerability feel like a comfortable emotional blanket all around him.

She closed her eyes and slowly stuck out her tongue. The tip of her tongue lightly touched the tip of his almost relaxed penis. That touch instantly brought new life into his member.

She could feel that spark of his pleasure through her fingers as all his bodily muscles tensed at once. Her lips crept into a smile.

"You like that, do you?" she asked, her eyes still closed. He looked inside her mouth as she spoke. Her tongue looked like a great inviting carpet or mattress.

"Y…yes," he stuttered, overcome by the moment.

Her tongue snaked out again and licked a swath along the front and right side of his pelvis. It felt warm soft, wet, and very strong against his body. She lapped up the mix of his sweat, her vaginal juices, and the small dab of his pre-pleasure, replacing them with her saliva.

Meanwhile he took another glance into her mouth. He felt increasingly vulnerable, as he knew that he was completely at her mercy. This made his member throb so hard with the pounding of his heart and blood that he felt the pressure might become too great.

"You’re REALLY enjoying this!" she said.

"P.p…please," he stammered, overcome by the stimulation of the sex, the feeling her tongue on his body, and seeing her huge worshipful mouth just inches (his size) away from him.

"Take me into your mouth," he begged.

Rather than give into his desire, she pulled him a little further away from her face. There was a mischievous sparkle in her eye.

"Are you sure?" she asked, "I might decide to swallow you up!"

He knew that she was kidding around. She was too nice of a person to just do that. But he was overcome with lust to think rationally on the matter.

"I don’t care!" he exclaimed, "if you swallow me, I get to be the food of a Goddess – Goddess Sarah, but I just want to be in your mouth, PLEASE!!"

She looked at him for a moment. His eyes were wild with lust and want. She brought him closer again, sticking out her tongue to touch his penis again. She closed her eyes and concentrated on where her tongue felt his member. Feeling him up, she used her tongue to stroke his penis’ underside, knowing that this was where he was the most sensitive. As she did so, she opened her mouth so that he could get a fuller look at her gullet – perhaps to have him reconsider.

His body, however, bucked front to back as he was sexually overcome by her touch and the look of her mouth. Sarah released her grip on him, and he fell forward onto her tongue. She could feel his little penis pressing into her as he lay here.

She retracted her tongue into her mouth, and closed her lips on his ankles. Inside her mouth, Mark went wild with lust, humping her tongue. It was too bizarre, she thought. Her little boyfriend was so overcome with lust, and so desirous to let her be his Goddess, that he didn’t even care if she swallowed him up.

When he had been kissing her feet, asking her to imagine herself as his Goddess, it had been a wonderful fantasy. Normally, she thought of herself as an inconsequential wallflower, not pretty enough for many men or women to take notice of. His complete surrender to her made her feel differently.

Inside her mouth, he mashed his face into her wet tongue. The soft, wet, and warm mattress curled around him protectively. Beyond the tongue, he knew her teeth surrounded him on both sides and behind him. They protected him from the outside world. Before him, however, there were no teeth – only the abyss of her gullet, which she could send him into if she chose.

He was at the mercy of her decision: completely at her mercy. That emotional knowledge and the overwhelming physical sensations around him – her warmth, her soft but strong tongue, and her saliva all sent him over the edge of pleasure.

Outside, Sarah felt Mark pleasing himself by having sex with her tongue inside of her closed mouth. She continued to contemplate what it meant. Perhaps she was goddess-like and divine; perhaps she did deserve to have a man surrender to her at her feet. Perhaps she did deserve to have him slide into her belly and become her food.

Goddess Sarah.

Perhaps she did deserve to have a man give himself so completely to her that he would risk becoming her food, she thought again. Mark certainly thought so, as she could feel him climax and ejaculate on her tongue.

Perhaps Sarah did deserve to be his ultimate Goddess.

She felt him relax on her tongue.

At that moment, she decided that it should just be. She had the power.

She leaned her head back and allowed him to gently slide back into her throat. She felt him stiffen, but not struggle. She could tell that he wanted this too, as he slid toward her gullet.

As he reached the back of her mouth, she swallowed.

Just the thought of what she had just done, and what was happening to him, brought her to another climax. The feeling of absolute power was so overwhelming that it convulsed the entire pleasure system in her body. She arched her back in ecstasy, keeping her eyes closed and attempting to feel her boyfriend in her body.

It was subtle, but she could feel him, sliding downwards, deeper and deeper into her – further and further toward the place where he would cease to be him, and become a part of her.

By the time she came down from her high, she was confident that he was inside of her stomach.

She gently rubbed her belly.

"Is it cozy in there?" she asked.

She was pretty sure that he could hear her, but she doubted if he could respond. It didn’t really matter – he was just her food now. He would dissipate away inside her abdomen. Part of him would become part of her, and the rest would fuel her.

It was a little sad that she would no longer have him, but at the same time the knowledge that she was extraordinary – the only human being to have completely swallowed up another human being – made it worth it; she was worth it.

"I hope you’re comfortable," she said, as she slid back into a lying-down position in her bed. She kept her hand on her belly and decided to doze back off to sleep.

Goddess Sarah.