Evan had been good for well over a week.

He still shuddered to think about Austin's powerful hand smacking against his backside and he found it difficult to look at the giant's immense palm without cowering a little bit. For the first few days afterward, he had worked hard to simply keep the immense pair from hurting him anymore but then it began to dawn on him that this was what they had wanted from the beginning. They wanted him obedient and terrified, willing to do anything they asked without a second thought.

When Kelsey issued a command in the same moment that the realization had struck Evan, the hesitation it caused had been met with immediate retribution.

The running sneakers that she had just demanded he pull off of her feet smashed into him. When he hit the cold stone floor, Evan watched the huge textured tread rise up into the sky to cover him in shadow.

His desperate pleading scream was absorbed by the heavy rubber that fell down upon him.

Evan knew that she had held back at the last moment because if she truly stomped on him, his body would've been ripped apart by her shoe's sole. Instead, she pressed down with enough force to push the air from his lungs and then proceeded to rub the grit clinging to the sneaker's bottom against his bare skin.

“Do you want me to tell Daddy you've been bad when he gets home?”

Most of the time her boyfriend was simply 'Austin' but whenever Kelsey wanted to remind Evan of his place, the giant suddenly became 'Daddy.' The younger man was the supreme authority of the house now, and if he were told that the tiny man writhing beneath his girlfriend's foot had been bad then Evan would suffer another spanking.

He let out a plea akin to a blubbering sob and then began to kiss and lick the shoe sitting atop him. Kelsey had simply grinned in response, lifting the sneaker and angling it so he could worship its every inch. And as much it made Evan blush, he followed the silent command; licking bits of dirt from the white toe, kissing each segment of the chunky tread, and spit shining the letters 'O' and 'N' that sat where the shoe's ombre pattern shifted fully from white to maroon.

When he had finally reached the mint green lace holes near the top of the tongue, Kelsey had snapped her fingers, “Now take them off.”

That worship became part of the ceremony of removing her running shoes. One that left his tongue dry and covered in dirt. She didn't run anywhere near as much Austin did and he got the feeling that she didn't go as far either but she also required a far greater deal of pampering afterward.

Her socked left foot bobbed above him while he carefully tugged at the laces of her right sneaker, which sat in front of him on the coffee table. On either side of him sat sweating drinks, one a tall reusable bottle that she had taken with her on the run and the other a cherry flavored seltzer that fizzed pleasantly in Evan's ears before it was overpowered by her laughter.

“Oh my God, yes, I'm basically full tradwife now,” Kelsey's slightly pink cheeks grew even redder the harder she laughed, “Cleaning the house everyday and cooking meals for my big powerful man...”

Evan was knocked onto his backside when her foot rose up from the table. The floor shook from her left foot settling onto it while the sneaker bounced above him. Standing up slowly, he gripped it at the heel and tugged until it started to slide off.

Kelsey sat slumped on the mountainous couch, her hand playing across the tanktop on her chest like she was twirling a phone cord from when Evan was in elementary school while she spoke to someone on the other end. With all the sound going to her headphones, the little man could only hear her side of the conversation.

“I guess it is a pretty common trend, right? Van life to tradwife?” She nodded along with her friend before adding, “Yeah, I feel like there should be a cottage core phase in the middle and that is just not me.”

The sneaker finally fully came away from her foot and Evan carefully controlled its descent all the way to the floor. By the time it landed on the rug with a faint thump, the little man was jumping back up to yank on the sweaty ankle socks she wore on her run.

The pair she wore had clearly seen a lot of use.

They were thinning around the ball and heel, giving him a perfect view of her faintly pinker sole even before he was peeling them back. The bottoms were a mixture of broken in grays and even faint shades of brown while the tops remained a fairly uniform white. The smell of her sweat intensified as he pulled them off to reveal her shining toes.

Evan scrambled backwards when the feet dropped, their heels hitting the table hard enough to make it shake beneath him. Then the toes splayed apart to reveal the sweat and lint that had settled between them during her run.

Their wiggling was the only command he would receive while the giantess thundered on, “I could barely handle living in a van driving from town to town, I could not live in some tiny cabin in the middle of nowhere...”

The shrunken man still found it difficult to force himself to lick the very bottom of the giants' feet, even though it was something he had done multiple times since they had barged into his life. Bending down, the acrid stench of her feet pounding his little nostrils, he swallowed a lump in his throat before dragging his dry tongue across the spongy flesh between her big and second toe.

The salty taste overwhelmed him for a moment before a driving need for moisture forced him to swallow. His body's desperate need for liquid sent him scrambling forward, his tongue lapping away again and again.

“Don't you dare suggest that to Austin, it might get him off track...”

The little clumps of lint were always the strangest part. They were too big for him to swallow in one go but when he chewed them they squished and released an intense earthy flavor across his tongue. He struggled not to gag as he choked down his seventh in two toes.

“No, he likes this house and he really likes this new job that he got...”

Evan had been utterly perplexed when he had heard the giant announce the interview considering the pair were probably set for life given everything they had stolen from him. Kelsey had even told him that they paid themselves through shell corporations to fake everything for the IRS, so it wasn't just to keep up appearances.

“Yeah, he's working at another brewery but this one's actually good.”

Apparently the brewery hoodies that he had regularly seen Kelsey wearing were all places that Austin had worked at during their travels, though he was no longer certain if it was before or after they had started shrinking people.

“No, I'm serious, it's not like the last one where it was all gross stuff. They even make a seltzer that's really good, way better than White Claw...”

Licking at the last toe, Evan crouched down to start dragging his tongue over her wrinkled soles. There was less sweat to slake his thirst but it was still better than licking her sneakers clean, which always left him feeling like he was breathing dust.

“Yeah, better than Truly too,” Kelsey playfully gagged, “Though I always thought Trulys kind of sucked...”

Shadows stretched across the world, forcing Evan to look up to see the giantess smirking down at him. Her fingers playfully scratched his back before she snatched up the fizzing non-alcoholic seltzer beside him.

“I'm hoping we're going to be here a while,” she boomed between sips, “The place we got now is utterly insane. Owner was kind of weird though...”

The feet that Evan had begun to massage while he licked them swayed apart and he looked up to see Kelsey smirking at him.

Whatever her friend said made her snort with laughter, “Oh my God, no not that kind of weird. Austin would have kicked his little ass if that had happened...”

The huge feet fell back into place and Evan went back to work, his shoulders slumped.

“Just real sketchy. Wanted us to sign really quick said he was going somewhere but the number he gave us is out-of-service,” she shrugged, “Who knows if he'll ever come back or where the money we're paying him is even going...”

Evan toiled away while struggling to block out the story that Kelsey was always concocting for anyone to hear. He had even heard her feeding it to one of his neighbors the other day while he was trapped in his crate.

It had been the elderly neighbor behind him who was suspicious of everyone. The old man had asked if she was a niece or cousin of Evan's and had been very surprised to learn that she was renting the place. A small part of the tiny man had burgeoned with so much hope that he had actually stood up and wrapped his hands around the bars.

But when she fed him the line about how 'off' he had seemed, his neighbor started to talk about how Evan had always seemed like a 'shifty character.' After all, the old man had explained, how could a guy who worked 'with the internet' afford such a nice house especially after his respectable wife left him.

By the time someone actually realized he was missing, Kelsey would ensure that there were countless people nodding sagely and saying, 'Well, Evan was always a strange sort. Probably got into some dangerous trouble.'

“Oh that'd be great, we'd love it if you two came out at some point,” Kelsey's toes scrunched above his head, “Though maybe after we're a little more settled... Yeah, yeah, that'd be great, I know Austin would love to see you...”

Evan shuddered at the thought of any other enormous people entering his home, especially since he was certain that whoever Kelsey was talking to had no idea that the girl could shrink people using some science fiction serum she found.

Another booming laugh echoed out, “No, I don't need to go chain myself to the stove to work on my man's dinner. It's date night, so we're going to go into town to some fancy place he booked for us...”

Evan's head perked up at the mention of a 'date night' and the realization that it meant he'd be alone for some time. He doubted they would leave him outside of the crate but his brain began to race at the thought that there might be some way to convince them to let him.

“You too. Bye,” the girl finished the video call by blowing the person on the other end a kiss and then letting her phone flop down onto the couch with a sigh. The huge peds in front of the tiny man swayed apart once more and she was grinning at him, “You know, if you're an extra special good bitch today, I might bring you home something in a doggie bag.”

The amount, and more importantly quality, of scraps that he received from the enormous pair was supposedly dependent on how 'good' he was throughout the day. However, considering that he had been given less food for not kissing their feet enthusiastically enough, not complimenting the pair, and giving Kelsey a 'look', Evan had come to realize that his feeding was entirely based on the giantess's whims.

Even Austin seemed to only have minimal influence over how much food he received and though he often gave Evan an apologetic look when he saw what Kelsey portioned out for the smaller man, the giant never corrected it when the girl wasn't around.

Looking up at her, Evan forced a weak smile onto his face before kissing the ball of her left foot. He then managed his most grateful voice when he said, “That would be so generous of you, Kelsey, to share what you don't finish.”

“I don't know how much there'll be,” Kelsey shrugged her shoulders playfully, “I mean, I'll probably be really hungry because I ran but then again, you might have forgotten that I'm not that big.”

Her feet pulled back and the table shook from them landing on the floor below. Evan couldn't help but start to crouch down in fright as the giantess rose to her full height. Though she was standing directly in front of him, the little man was still entirely in her shadow as she stretched so much that her back cracked.

“So there'll probably be some leftovers,” her hands settled onto her hips and she leaned forward to smile at him, “Though only for good little bitches.”

Evan settled onto his knees and stared up at her, “I can be good, Kelsey.”

“I know you can,” she guzzled down the rest of her seltzer and then picked up the half-empty sports bottle. She glanced at its contents and then down at him, “You thirsty, little guy?”

The shrunken man's body stiffened, he knew what was coming next but he also knew that lying to the giantess would ensure he didn't get any food when they got back, “Y-yes, Kelsey.”

“Good, open wide...”

He craned his neck back and opened his mouth as wide as he could.

Overhead, her lips were already pursing and the low rumble was already traveling up her throat. A thick white wad of spit dribbled out and then stretched down toward him.

The little man couldn't stop his body from cringing in disgust, which only made the giantess start to grin. Right as he hit the tipping point where his mouth began to close, Kelsey's smile made the long strand of saliva snap.

The hot viscous spit splattered across his lips and filled his throat.

Reflexively swallowing, Evan struggled not to gag while the giant girl laughed above him.

“I'm going upstairs to dye my hair, bitch,” she waved her hand dismissively, “Daddy's on his way home so you be ready for him at the door.”

He nodded while his cheeks reddened and he gasped, his voice little more than a wheeze, “Yes, Kelsey...”

“Good boy,” her fingers tousled his hair while she chuckled and then the floor shook while she walked off, leaving her sneakers and socks scattered below.