Jason’s heart was pounding like a gazelle. It was all he could do not to black out from sensory overload and the overwhelming scope of his statuesque neighbor towering above. Through the loud beat of his pulse, though, Jason was parsing together her words. He would’ve been lying to himself if he wasn’t intrigued.

            “You’re smaller now, true, but then again, you’ve always made do with just a little less height than most other boys your age, yes?” Heather questioned soothingly. She laid herself delicately upon the couch, careful not to shake him, each of her bare peds propped a few inches away from Jason. Her big toe almost came up to the height of his lips.

            “Y-Yes…” he muttered, adequately composed at last.

            “That’s a good boy,” she whispered adoringly. Her toes bent at the joints, popping softly, painting her soles with fresh wrinkles for him to watch. “You know I’d never do something to hurt you, Jason. You know that, right? I’d never hurt you, but I do intend to have some fun with you and your precious little body, whether or not you realize how much you want it too at the beginning.”

            Jason gulped. Could he do this? Go all in? Was there even a shadow of doubt left?

            “No need to be nervous,” Heather said. “Just c’mere. You know I like hugs. Give my itty bitty feet a nice hug.”

            Nodding, Jason skimmed past the absurdity of ever calling Heather’s feet “itty bitty” and approached. Like the previous day, he paused momentarily in front of her left foot, a last hesitation. So the woman made up the distance to the punctuation of a lilting giggle.

            Heather’s foot plastered itself heavily and warmly against Jason’s body. The ball of her foot caved to his chest, while her toes snuggled playfully up against his neck and around his shoulders. Smooth, milky skin caressed along his jawline. That dramatic lope of her sole arch flushed down on his waist and legs. Instinctively, Jason wrapped his arms around the foot for a hug.

            Pleased, Heather pressed her foot further forward. From his embrace, Jason had no hope of resisting gravity and the give of the woman’s plush skin. Her foot enveloped him and soon flattened the boy with utmost care into the cushion, now with the slightly alleviated weight of her gorgeous appendage draped length-wise down his body.

            There was no avoiding the prominent aroma. Only the ghostly wisp of the mango-tangerine soap lingered; the scent was leathery now, earthy and salty. The result of two hours physical labor. Yet upon Heather’s mature flesh and beautiful wrinkles, it was welcome and fitting. Jason couldn’t help but inhale happily.

            “Like I said, I believe in equal opposite payments,” Heather said. “You gave me a foot rub. It’s only fair my feet get the chance to rub up and down a little on you as well, Jason.”

            And rub up and down she did. Jason couldn’t fool himself any longer; this was a little like heaven. Their embrace was hardly a hug any longer. Heather’s sole flexed and arched with agonizingly gentle rhythm, continually grinding her heel into him while her toes brushed in marshmallowy sequence along his face. This was more akin to heavy petting than a hug. His pants tent was obvious now, and she was more than willing to acknowledge it with the weight of her heel.

            To Jason’s quiet disappointment, then, he realized her foot was rising away from him, only to be replaced with the opposite, neglected ped. Rather than stretch over his body, though, Heather’s bulging toes alit at the boy’s waistline. Sneakily, her digits snaked up his shirt while the other foot pinned his legs down, and with a simple flick, the young man was shirtless, with half his shrunken clothes dangling comically off Heather’s big toe.

            “That must be a little more comfortable,” Heather commented correctly. “I want you relaxed, after all.”

            Jason’s skin electrified with goose bumps as he savored the fresh sensation of Heather’s sole smeared and smushed to his entire upper torso. Her skin was so inviting and buttery, only slightly damp from her physical efforts earlier. The weight of it was getting hot, but Jason couldn’t have cared less if the woman stood on him all day like this. Idly, he dug his arms harder around her, hugging her foot closer. The woman obliged with a chuckle and mashed her appendage ever-more aggressively against Jason’s body.

            “I see someone’s coming around to my way of thinking, hmm?” she wheedled. “So maybe you’re ready for another activity?”

            Another? Jason was only just warmed up now, and despite the embarrassment and obvious fact that this encounter was going to warp his future relationship with his neighbor, the young man didn’t want it to end. Unable to help himself, he leaned up, wedged his face into the fleshy crevice between Heather’s big and second toes, and planted a single, gentle peck on her skin. Her toes writhed and closed in ticklish answer.

            “I’ll take that as a strong yes,” she cooed. Her illegal PMRD still rested on the coffee table nearby. Palm outstretched, she scooped it up, and gave Jason a last potent grind down into the cushion beneath her sole. By default, Jason released a soft moan.

            Barrel of the shrink ray aimed and primed, the green light flashed again and Jason was marooned beneath Heather’s increasingly massive foot. Where before he’d just barely edged out her appendage in height by an inch, he’d lost that advantage. Odds were, he was around six inches tall, which ensured his entire body was concealed beneath the pink, flushed ceiling of heavy, aromatic foot flesh.

            Jason couldn’t help but lick his lips. The sensation of the kiss stuck on his skin.

            Heather’s waggling, expectant fingers slid beneath her sole. Her digits curled tenderly around his sides and collected him into her palm as she drew him out from under the shadow of her foot, and brought him up to her face.

            Jason was dumbstruck. Yet again, she’d doubled in size. He felt as though he was staring at her beautiful, sunnily smiling face on a billboard; her dark, loosely curled locks were more radiant than ever, as were her hazel-green eyes. Really, was there a better face to display up on a high-rise advertisement?

            “Let me ask you a question, Jason, though I realize it may be difficult to separate from your current surroundings,” she murmured. With her free hand, she propped her hair up higher behind her head like a posing model. “Have you ever been shrunk before, and if not, have you thought about shrinking before?”