The first day I found out I had the shrinking virus was one of the worst of my life. Up until last week I would have said it was the worst. Ever since it first started two years ago ever man had been going for blood tests twice a year to check if they had it. My first three had been fine but now as I sat and looked down at the letter I could tell that my life was about to change. It told me that I had the virus and that I would need to come in for treatment or one day I might just shrink to 1ich tall out of the blue. I had herd the same story’s as ever one else. People that had shrunk when on the tollote and whose wife’s or mums had then come in and not noticed them in the bowl and just gone about their business and flushed after sending their loved ones down the drain. Before the treatment hundreds of people had shrunk in the street and ended up as nothing more than a stain on the sole of someone’s shoe.

In the weeks that came after me finding out I had the viruses my wife was a rock. She was by my side day and night. My wife Kate is the best thing that ever happened to me she is 31 and far to good looking and rich to even look once at someone like me let alone twice! The fact that she said yes when  I asked her out five years ago still blows my mind. She is a writer by trade and is worth a hell of a lot! Her family are very rich and hated the  fact that she wanted to marry someone like me. I have no job and just work at a charity shop part time. Her mouther and ant where all ways trying to make her leave me and go off with someone else even when I was in the room with them!

“I love you so much” Kate told me as we left the hospital. “ I love you to babe” I said kissing her neck. As far as we knew the viruses was out of my system but I had been told to rest for a few days. Our house was half way through being repasted and I was in no shape to travel to far so we were driving to my in-laws huge house. As we pulled up I could see my mother in law waiting for us. Kate’s farther had passed away two years ago. Kate embraced her mother before helping me out of the car.

“Hello Penelope” I said.

“Hello Paddy” She said coldly.

Penelope was 53 years old but still looked very good. She was around five foot nine slim with big breasts and long shapely legs. Her long hair is all most all gray but I bet she still gets a lot of looks from boys even younger than me! To day she is dressed in a black dress that comes down to her knees and on her feet are a pair of simple black leather sandals that still cost more than most woman would have in a year.   

To tell you the truth it is all most to painful to tell you what went on over the next day.  It is all a bit of a blur anyway. The tense meals with my loving wife and her stuck up mother . Laying down in my bed with a sick pain in my head. My wife lening in to kiss me and telling me she loves me and will be back from shopping in half an hour.  Waking up in pain . looking at the two huge sandal clad feet.  The fear. The evil look on her face.  The hand comeing down. Me begging her to be kind and take me to my wife. The finger flicking out to my face. The pain. Then darkness.              

Now I awake once more in a cramped dark space. There is blood on my nose from where Penelope flicked my in the face. And my neck was stiff. There was hardly any air and no light in this tiny craped space . I tried to sit up but I could not the roof was only a hair berth from my face. My mind was racing. I knew   Penelope hated me but how could she do this to me. Knock me out and lock me up somewhere.  I began to panic what if she had just dropped me in the bin? Or left me to die in a bag somewhere. But then I heard the voices.  

First I heard Kate. “ Where can he be?!” she cried. My heart was torn in to at the sound of her grief. If Penelope did not tell her where I was my poor wife would blame herself for ever. “ Well hunny” I heard Penelope start to speak. This could be it any last shot at mercy was now or never.   “ I just don’t know I got in the same time as you did”

God no! how can she be doing this to me. I try to scream but I did not even think my voice could be herd outside of whatever dark hot hell I was stuck in.  

This went on for hours. Kate crying Penelope lieing to her. The police turning up but telling her as they told all the families of the shrinking people that there was nothing they could do and to watch their steps.

I had no clue how long went by it might have been days or just hours. I blacked out and woke up still stuck the voiced had stopped. I blacked out again.

This time when I woke up I was lay on a table. The sheer  size of the room was shocking but I was so glad to be able to move and get some air that I just lay there gasping for air then I was cast in to shadow. Penelope loomed over me. She was dressed in a light red top with her grey hair down and her lips dark red.  I tried to scream but my throat was so dry I could only crock. Judging by her size I must be about one inch tall or even less.  

“So Paddy I see you have woken up. About time to! But you always have be a lazy good for nothing!” Penelope boomed down to me. Her voice was thunder. My ears all most burst. I tried one more time to move but I was just too stiff from being stuck in one place for so long. Penelope lifts her hand over me and lowers her finger over my chest. I flinch thinking she is going to flick me again but instead she just rests the pad of her finger on my chest.  “Now it goes without saying that for some resin that I for the life of my cannot understand my little girl is most upset at you vanishing like you did.”Her finger fells heaver and dry as it rests on my bear flesh and for the first time I realise that I am nude. Her blood red nail is very sharp and it is resting far too close to my throat for me to feel safe.      

“Right now she and a some of your family and friends are looking around my house trying to find you.” She smirks “ Well I do so hate to be the one that has to brake it to you but they will never find you. Because you are no longer at my home you are in fact in my second home.”  I finally find my voice. “ I am begging you Penelope if not for me for Kate take me back to her!” I don’t mind admitting that there were tears in my eyes. Anger flashes over her face and her finger pushes down I fell my ribs creak. “It is for Kate that I am keeping you here! You were never fit to lick the ground she walked on. She is very upset but in time maybe even years but in time she will get over you. When she dose I will set her up with a  very rich very good looking son of one of my friends.”   

“But……” A faint smile starts on her face. “I guess if you are very very very good and do everything I tell you I will give you back to her and her new husband when she marries whenever that may be.” The woman’s mad I think there is no way my loving wife would ever take me as a slave. In that moment I make up my mind I will do anything and everything that Penelope says so that one day I can get back to my wife. 

I swallow my pride. “ OK Penelope I will be good. I will do what you say” my god that hurt to say.  She just tuts. “ Well that a bad start” she said. “ Servants do not call me by my first name. You will address me as Miss  Fairchild like a good boy”

“Yes Miss Fairchild” I say fixing my mind of Kate`s beautiful face. 

“Good boy. Now I have my first task for you. You can do this or I will kill you. That’s all there is to it I don’t think I need to say anymore do I ?” Her voice is cold as ice.  “Yes Miss Fairchild” She lifts her finger of me and sits down on a chair by the table. “Stand up” She says. I struggle to me feet my legs cramping.  “ OK now I have been on my feet all day yesterday and I had a long drive over to my second home. My sandals have been rubbing a lot! I could kill for a foot rub right now” 

It takes me a second to understand what she is saying. But then I catch on. “ But Miss Penelope I am smaller than your toes what can I do to help?” she just grins and lifts her feet on to the table. They are still clad in her bet up leather sandals. The soles tower above me coverd in dirt and grime from the garden and street with small stones stuck in them.

 (  http://www.roadhouse.net.au/user/images/732.jpg?t=20121023231346) think sandes like this. )

“Fine you don’t have to rub my feet” She says “ I will just crush you under these shoes”

“OK ok I will try Miss Fairchild” I say.

“Good” She claps and kicks of her sandals letting them fall to the floor. Her bear soles tower over me.  The sight of them takes my breath away. Her heals have a lot of dry hard skin on them her arches are amazingly high there is more hard skin on the ball of her foot and her toes are long and close together.  All in all the soles looks hard and unforgiving. It would be like a mountain falling on me and  I don’t even know if she will be able to feel me trying to rub it.   

There is a faint smell coming of her feet to . It is not that bad but I hate to think what it would be like for me if it got much worse. The air is already think with heat that her two huge feet are producing.  I walk over to her left foot thinking the whole time of getting back to my wife and press my hands in to the hard skin of her heal. The heal is much wider than me and I can’t even reach the start of her arch if I stretch.  The skin fell hard under my hands. It shows fifty plus years of killer heals. I do my best to rub it though spending around five minutes. The sweat is dripping of me as I use my whole arms to push in to her huge heal for all I am worth.  The fact that I am nude and tiny using all my straight to give my evil mother in law a foot rub is all most sole crushing but the image of Kate`s face in my mind keeps me going. As time goes on she moves her foot a bit lower until I have rubbed everything but the toes. Then she makes me climb up and rub her toes as well as in-between each one. As I said her toes are close together and even someone as small as me has to wiggle in-between them. The whole time I was in-between her toes she would scrunch them together the huge folds of damp leathery skin cursing down on me from all sides. The smell of her feet was much worse here to and I could see her smiling down at me the whole time. After all most an hour of this I fall back to the hard cold table my whole body burring my hands red raw. “I ….I …am done Miss Fairchild” I gasp out.

Penelope Fairchild looks down at me with what is all most pity. “Sorry Paddy but I think you are forgetting I do have two feet…….”  

All most a week has passed. My whole body is throbbing with pain. I am lay in the cold floor of the small plastic box that I have been kept in by Penelope Fairchild for the last week.  The last seven days have been pure hell. The first day was not that bad. I managed to keep going as I rubbed her other foot. She was kind to me and put me right in my box and left me with a bit of lattice and a few drops of water. I jumped on them and devoured them for the rest of the day I lay there looking up at the celling miles above me. I could hear Penelope walking around sometimes and her shadow would block out my light from time to time but she never so much as looked at me. After a few hours the light flicked off leaving me in pure darkness.

The next morning I was tipped out on to the massive four poster bed in front of Penelope’s red painted toes. “Good morning tiny one” she thundered down to me. Even though she had just woken up she still looked perfect as usual. She was clad in a soft white night gown and had and unlighted cigarette hanging from her lips. “Good morning Miss Fairchild” I forced out. This whole time I had been thinking of Kate and my mind was still made up to do whatever she told me to no matter how degutting or degrading it might be.           

“ Are you cold little one?” She asked me in a voice that sounded like she really cared. “ I am a bit miss” I said. “Awwww poor little you!” she boomed “ But you know what my feet are all cold to” A evil grin came over her face. “ My nice big slippers keep them warm but if you could help me out a bit to that would be soooo nice”

I gulp “ How might I do that Miss Fairchild”

“Well I want you to blow on my feet until the warm up”

I gape “ But miss they are far too big I will never be able to heat all of them once I get one toe warm ever where else will be cold again!”

She tuts “ Well little man you will have to just try your very best” 

I walk up to her toes and blow for all I am worth. “That’s it” she says now warm up the rest of my foot. This cruel game goes on for over an hour as she eats her full English briefest in bed the smells drifting down drive me half mad. All I have had for the last three days is a bit of lettuce. It is just I as guessed it would be I blow on one part of one of her feet until I am red in the face and felling like I am about to pass out and then she tells me to move to another part. For example I just got done warming up her little toe on her left foot when she booms at me “ Now my right heal slug”  the whole thing is a pointless and crual way to show me that my will is hers and I will do anything she tells me.

 Once more I fell half dead and broken at her feet as she tells me to stop. “Time to get those slippers on” she mutters.  She reaches down and picks to huge fluffy warm looking slippers of the floor. She slips them on to her feet and after a few seconds says “ O my feet feel so nice and cosy now. You will have to do much much better tomorrow I want to get to a point where you keep my feet so nice and warm I don’t even need these!” With that she picks me up and slips of one slipper. “ I think you need to learn what I mean when I say warm feet” 

I catch on to what she means as soon as she says it but it’s too late as I start to scream “Noooooooooo” her fingers have all reedy let me go and I am tumbling down the beat up worn down insole of this 50 something’s slipper. I land in to toe part as she lays it flat on the floor. I can feel the soft spongy damp floor beneath me and see the huge prints her toes have made. I try as best as I can to get in-between the print of her big and second toe but as I say her toes are so close together that when her big tanned lathery foot dose steam roller over me I end up with my legs pinned under the hard pad of her big toe and my head crushed up next to her second toe.    

The heat is so bad it all most burns my skin. As her heal sinks back in to the shoe all light is cut of and I am left in darkness. The scent of the slipper along with the smell of her toes is so bad I start to gag.  Then she stands up. The weight makes me feel as if my body where about to pop I hear some of my ribs crack as she takes a step I feel weight less for a brief second as if I am flying and then BOOOM her foot hits the floor and I am smashed between the two. This goes on for hours upon hours.  If I did not know better I would swear this middle aged rich mother in law of mine did not even know I was in her shoe so little did she interact with me. Her slipper was on her foot for the next nine hours and I was under her toes that whole time. She potters around her house watching some TV bobbing her foot up and down the whole time. She walks around a bit and I hear her talking on the phone. Her toes are moving all day long mashing up and down on my body and grading my face in to the hard leather of her foot.  My cock is rubbed and crushed under some hard dry skin on her big toe for the whole time. The thing that had given Kate so much just was now just a pin under her mother’s toe and I did not thing the big woman could even feel my dick between the folds of hard dry skin on her foot. 

After the nine hours was up she untended her slipper sending me blinking and gasping back out in to the real world. “Time for my foot rub” Was all she would say. Somehow god knows how I got it done and two hours later I was back in my box. “Would you like something to eat? Or to drink ?” She asked me.  “ O god yes I beg you Miss Fairchild” I begged.

“Hemmm well let me think…You warmed my feet up then you where my tiny tiney little toe toy then you gave me a foot rub….. Ok you get to eat and drink to night” With that she takes out a grape and starts to chew it. After two chews she spits it down in to my box. The mushed up grape lands in a blob of her spit. “ Now if that’s not all gone by tomorrow morning  I will stub my first cigarette of the day out on your tiny ball sack”

In the end I choked it down without being sick and then sat and cried myself to sleep.  So went the last seven days. Woken up and made to warm her feet then in to the hot hell of her slipper then a foot rub then spit and mushed up scraps for my food and drink.  Until to day when we had a gest…..My wife ant … and by Penples own lips the woman that had “ been her role model in life”