Nicki: Hey so, I have a question.

You: Yeah go for it.

Nicki: Have you ever wondered what it'd be like to be a really tiny person

You: Yeah? I’ve always pictured it as a fantasy, though.

Nicki: Well, let me ask you this. Have you ever wondered what I'd do to you if you were a tiny person?

You: Where are you going with this?

Nicki: Because I can tell you right now what I'd do.

You: You're ignoring the question. What made you suddenly want to talk about this? You’ve never enjoyed this sort of thing.

Nicki: You'd go exploring our room, right? Well, I happen to be in a tired mood, and you know what I'm like when I'm tired. I’m not really all that alert. And you poor thing, you're not even that close to me and you can smell my feet from where you are.

You: They do smell quite a bit normally.

Nicki: Shut up, they’re not that bad.

You: Riiiiight...

Nicki: Anyway, it's a lot stronger when you're that small. And, see, I think you're a bug at first. So you just get a giant foot right on top of you. Really squishing your body.

You: ...Yeah?

Nicki: Mhm, and you just get hit with a wall of that really gross and overpowering smell. The flesh of my feet is slick with sweat, so it is pretty wet to you at that size, and you’re sure you’re going to stick to my foot.

You: Yeah? Would you spit on me?

Nicki: Is that like a legit thing you want? LMAO

You: Yes.

Nicki: Then yeah. Sure. You little weirdo. I finally inspect my foot and realize that it is actually my tiny boyfriend. Since I’m such a fantastic girlfriend and know what your weird little kinks are, I spit on you. So you're laying there, all kinds of slimy because it's like the thick spit? As I just start to toy with you around with my toes. It's giving my foot the perfect lubrication to really work you around between them. However, it’s giving my toes the right amount of liquid to really work my toe-jam into a fine paste to cover your tiny body. So you’re now stuck, unable to move, covered in a mixture of sweat, spit, and toe-jam. And I know you’re loving this. I would just continue toying with your tiny helpless body, since you’re unable to stop my toes from doing whatever they want, they just continue working you until you cum for me.

You: Holy shit...

Nicki: Did you like that? 

You: Yes, keep going.

Nicki: Well, actually, I’m about to be leaving work to come home… Maybe we can finish this when I get home?

You: Huh? How would we do that?

Nicki: Let’s just say I’ve got a few ideas on how to really make it seem like you’re tiny and helpless at my feet. Just trust me, you’ll really like what I’ve got in mind.

You: Alright, but if this is you trying to get out of finishing this scenario? I’m going to be so pissed.

Nicki: Oh? What’s my tiny inch tall boyfriend going to do? Besides getting squished by my gigantic sweaty feet?

You: ...That was dirty and you know it.

Nicki: Oh shut up, you know you loved that teasing.

You: Alright, alright… I’ll trust you on this. I’m sure whatever it is will be incredible.

Nicki: I’m glad you’re excited, because so am I. I’m really excited to see if this will work.

You: Oh, by the way, are you wearing those nylons you usually wear?

Nicki: Yeah, I didn’t have another clean pair, so I had to wear the same ones from last night. Those opaque black ones you like so much? I bet they smell so bad.

You: God, I hope so.

Nicki: You’re so weird babe. But you can tell me how bad they smell when I get home. I love you! I’ll see you in a bit.

It didn’t take too long for Nicki to get home, her entrance being made by the sound of a door shutting and her voice ringing out through the living room. “Baaaabe! I’m home!” She yelled, walking in without taking off her black loafers that she wore to work most days. They smelled quite strongly, years of sweat and stink being pounded into the insole from all of the use she got out of them. To be fair, you knew how strong they were after a long day at work… She had fed into your fetish a few times by shoving her feet fresh out of those loafers into your face.

When you walked out into the living room, you saw that she was smirking at you and started to dig around in her purse. She still hadn’t taken off her loafers and sat down on the couch, her legs covered in opaque black nylons that didn’t allow any skin color to be seen. As she dug through her purse, the anticipation of what she planned on doing was building up inside of you, and you were more excited than you had ever been… In more ways than one. You had been reading the text conversation to keep the blood flowing while she made her way home.

“Aha!” Nicki exclaimed, pulling out a small bottle of something clear. It looked like… Alcohol? You were sure of it. That was just a normal bottle of vodka. “Alright, so you’re going to drink this, and then tell me how you feel.” Nicki continued, handing you the bottle that you were looking at with a strange look on your face.

“Uhhhh… This is just vodka…” You said, swirling the contents around as you waited for a response. “Just trust me, didn’t I tell you to trust me and that everything would be fine?” Nicki asked, giving you a look with a furrowed brow. She looked like she was getting upset with you, so you decided to say fuck it and unscrewed the cap, and you downed it without any hesitation. In your haste, you hadn’t registered that the seal had already been broken.

“Sooooooooo?” Nicki asked, drawing out the “o” quite a bit as she did. “I don’t feel anything at all…” You reply, looking down at her with a shrug. “Was this supposed to get me dr-...” Your sentence was cut off as you felt your body begin to tingle aggressively. Your skin was crawling with goosebumps, your blood running cold, and your eyes rolled into the back of your skull as you blacked out.

When you awoke, you sat up and rubbed your head, looking around the room confused about what the hell had just gone down. “Babe… What the fuck was in that bottle? Why does it feel like I just got hit by a truck?” You started, looking around to see that something was incredibly wrong. This shouldn’t have been possible… You immediately got to your feet, your eyes darting around as your head turned every which way, and your eyes widened once you realized exactly what had happened to you. There was no other explanation as your vision cleared and the now enormous couch came into view.

You shrank. You were actually tiny now.

It was a jarring experience, the world was much larger now and your senses had been heightened significantly, each little sound that originally wouldn't have been much else than background noise was causing your ears to ring. Not to mention, you could smell something familiar coming from somewhere in front of you. It was sharp, a distinct smell that you knew all too well, and it was getting closer. Somehow she had actually managed to shrink you and honestly? You weren't sure that you liked it all that much.

If that realization wasn’t shocking enough, you heard an earth-shattering crash behind you that nearly made you jump out of your skin. When you turned around to see what it was, you couldn’t believe your eyes and your bladder almost emptied itself on instinct. Nicki’s loafer was directly in front of you, her stocking covered leg like a redwood scaled up to 200% and her smiling face was looking down at you.

“Ohhhh… Yeah, tonight is going to be super fun.” She said, giving you a devilish grin. “Remember when I said we were going to finish that text thing when I got home?” Nicki asked, her loafer grinding against the floor a bit causing a loud creaking noise. “Well, I wasn’t kidding… Now that I know my tiny boyfriend isn’t a bug… I wonder what will happen to him at the hands… Or feet of his now enormous girlfriend.” She finished her contemplative explanation with a giggle and then began to remove her foot from the loafer, the stench hitting your nose almost instantly, which caused you to cough and almost gag. It was very pungent, very sharp and vinegary, and it was absolutely awful at your new size… You were fucked.

Of course, since your attention was on her foot, you didn’t notice the glob of spit that was flying down through the air at your tiny body. With a splat the glob of spit sent you down to the floor and stuck you there under a thick layer of saliva.
“Oops! Didn’t see you there, baby!” Nicki said with a laugh. “Let me help you out of there otherwise you might drown in my spit… Wouldn’t that be a humiliating way to go?” She continued to laugh as you looked through the clear and viscous liquid to see what she was doing and your heart sank into your stomach when you realized…

That was her foot.

It was a black blob from your position in the saliva, but you quickly realized what it was when the heat began to build up around you right before the foot unceremoniously dropped down onto the small splotch of spit. You were pressed into the floor with a great amount of force, the heat from her foot was enough to make you sweat instantly, and the sweat that coated her foot was disgusting.

Not to mention, now that you were pressed up against her sole? That smell was so much worse, your tiny body becoming adhered to her stocking from the sheer amount of sweat and saliva that coated your body. After leaving her foot in the same place for roughly fifteen seconds, she lifted her foot and looked down at the bottom of it, her smile widening as she saw you stuck to it. “Awwwww! Babe, you’re already clinging to my stocking because you didn’t want my foot to go? Well… What if I helped you out with that so you don’t have to hang on?”

You had no idea what she was talking about… Until you looked down after obtaining the chance to turn your head. You were headed right towards her steaming loafer. The stench that was coming from the loafer was horrendous, your eyes watering from the combined stench of the loafer and her foot. You wanted to get out of this situation immediately and you never wanted to do anything giantess-related again. But, you couldn’t find a way out. Especially now that your back had touched the insole of the loafer, the material still damp and very spongy.

Once her foot was all the way in, she giggled and stomped down with the foot you were under, squishing you into the insole of her loafer and causing a wealth of sweat and grime to be pushed up around your body. It was disgusting in her shoe, but you heard her say something else that made your blood run absolutely frigid.

“Oh… You actually feel really good under my foot… Maybe I’ll just keep you at that size. My tiny little boyfriend slave… Actually, I really like the sound of that. My. Tiny. Little. Boyfriend. Slave.” Nicki said, spacing out each word as she did, then walked over to the couch and sat down, each step grinding you into the insole of her loafer. You heard the television click on and her foot stretch out the leather fabric of the loafer. Her foot continued to grind from side to side on top of you, she was trying to get you unstuck, and she eventually succeeded.

Why was she trying to get you unstuck? Was this all just an elaborate prank? She couldn’t be serious about the slave thing, right? Well, you soon realized she hadn’t gotten you off of her sole to take you out. She had done that so she could tip her foot forward and force you to roll down to her toes, where she began to squeeze you, squish you into her insole, and scrunch your body up under all of her toes to be a little stress toy.

“Oh yeah… I really love this.” She said, her toes squeezing you as she did. Your tears were flowing now, you were in pain, you were scared, and you had no idea what was about to happen to you. You were - from what it seemed - your girlfriend’s little foot slave now.

Life couldn’t get much worse than that.