Her first step sent blood coursing to his penis. His heart raced, his body trembling with anticipation.

He had been up just over an hour and began his work immediately. His stomach growled with hunger, food being denied until his task was complete. It was one of her quirks, something she had devised to spice up the relationship. She had been doing that more often lately, he liked it.

The tremors increased as she drew nearer, each footstep shaking his bones. He crouched lower, resisting the urge to look up at her. That was another one of her rules. She would tell him when he could look.

His mind raced with images of her as he bowed lower, his tongue dutifully returning to his task. He’d been in her heel for three days, tiny and naked, tasked with removing the print of her foot from the insole. The heel was an older pair, not one of the many designer shoes his money had paid for.

The taste of salt and sweat filled his dry mouth as he raked his tongue across the stained fabric. The toe print he worked on was larger than he was, her command impossible to fulfil. The shoe was shaking now, her shadow falling across him. Any moment now he would hear her voice, it was all he could do not to masturbate there and then. She would be angry if he did.

He increased the rate of his labour, hoping that she was looking down on him and would approve. The hunger, the exhaustion, the aches would be forgotten the second he saw those brilliant blue eyes. Today was a special day, both two years since his new life started and his birthday. He didn’t want to spoil it for them.

The fact that she had agreed to this continued to amaze him, he truly was blessed.

They hadn’t met since college, though kept in touch via social media. He lived on the coast, managing his booming tech firm, she in the Midwest working as a waitress. In college he had worshipped her, both her body and mind. They had grown close, shared interests and senses of humour building a strong bond. When he confessed her love for her, she wasn’t surprised.

Those feelings weren’t reciprocated though she assured him this had more to do with him being a man than anything else. She took that opportunity to come out to him as gay, the first person she had ever told.

He wished they had kept better contact before the change but life got in the way. Still, they had more than made up for it now.

His plan had sounded crazy when he explained it to his lawyer. It was his money to use as he saw fit, more than enough to pay for his services and hopefully ample to convince her to accept. It was the best of a bad situation.

She was stepping away now, making him wait. She was such a tease, it drove him crazy. He imagined her naked, a sight he had seen countless times since he arrived. Maybe she was wearing some of the new lingerie he had helped her pick out. She bought something new every Friday.

He was glad to see his money making her happy. As he knelt in her shoe, completely at her mercy, he couldn’t help but smile. How far he had come since that first diagnosis.

When the doctor told him just how likely it was that he’d Shrink, he couldn’t believe it. He’d had second opinions, third and forth. The genetics were there, the neuro-pattern , it was inevitable. They went through the options, limited as they were. There were insurances you could buy, funds that would ensure you were monitored and collected when it finally happened. There were facilities available, specialist homes where you could be catered for. It sounded like hell, little more than a glorified nursing home.

The cheaper, more final option was a trip to a clinic. For many it was a viable alternative, a cleaner death than what awaited the affected ‘Shrinkies’ that were left to survive in the world.

Neither option appealed and the depression soon followed. He had been in his apartment for a week when the idea struck him. He had held his kink secret for his entire adult life. Even as size fantasies became more commonplace he resisted the temptation to attend any meets or clubs. He satisfied himself on forums, Youtube and to the images posted online. Her photos always captivated him, many being saved into his private collection. It was creepy, voyeurish he knew, but even after all this time he couldn’t help but love her.

She might not feel the same way but could there be something different? His fate was sealed, there was no escaping it, but maybe there was still a chance for them? In college she had revealed her kinky side to him, her love for heels and riding crops. In real life she was somewhat shy, a little quiet. In her fetish club she was a hellcat, a goddess. That’s what he wanted.

His lawyer made the arrangements, even made contact on his behalf when the nerves took him. Computers he knew, talking to women; even her, less so.

The answer came faster than expected, perhaps the deal was better than he imagined. For $10,000 a month plus an annual bonus, she would be his keeper. In addition to ensuring his needs were met, she would keep him as a pet, a full time Mistress-Slave relationship. Though he trusted her completely, his lawyer insisted he checked in every 30 days. Just a precaution of course, stories of handlers ‘accidentally’ terminating their wards were uncomfortably common. The lawyer felt it was better to keep the purse strings tight, just in case.

She agreed, of course.

He shrank barely a month later. He was in his home office one moment and waking up to the collection agent standing over him the next. It was terrifying though undeniably arousing. The agents they used were all women and dressed for the occasion.

Twenty four hours later, he was in her apartment. That was the first day of his new life as her pet.

‘Which shoes should I wear today?’ her voice was like beautiful thunder. He clenched his fists, forcing his face against her insole. She would be above him again, he must not look without her permission. He heard her moving around, pretending that she would be wearing anything other than the shoe he was currently in. Sometimes she ignored him but not today, today was special.

The last two years had been the best of his life, their relationship better than his wildest dreams. She had taken to her new role with enthusiasm. Even with the monthly payments, he felt she was getting almost as much out of this as he did.

He spent those first days in her shoes, worshipping her like the goddess she was. As time passed she became more adventurous, pushing him between her luscious lips to suck on his tiny body. The sensation for both was indescribable. At any point she could have bitten him in half or swallowed him whole. Time after time he pleasured himself on her tongue, knowing that at any moment he could be utterly destroyed. She had absolute power over him and they knew it.

It hadn’t taken much for her to begin using him for her own pleasure. She had to be careful, that went without saying. He stood at just over an inch, small enough for her sweet womanhood to consume him with ease. The site of her from that angle had blown his mind. Today it remained his most precious memory; those fingers sliding between her slick folds as her voice sang down from the heavens, the heady smell of her juices, the ground bucking as her massive form convulsed. She had made him lick her sopping lips and wizened fingers, it was the finest taste he had ever experienced.

The days he spent in her underwear pushed against her, his mind swimming with indescribable euphoria, were incredible. The heat, the smell, the pressure, the element of fear as her huge vagina rose over him drove him wild. He loved her completely and never failed to tell her.

He shifted position, crawling across her toe print, tongue lapping hungrily at the grey mark. His leg twinged, the dull ache serving as a reminder of the last time they tried the game he had planned for today.

It had been an accident, his fault for overestimating his resilience. After a week of begging, she had finally relented. The lawyer had been informed, just in case the worst happened. He advised against it but ultimately couldn’t prevent them going through with the idea. For his first birthday as her pet, he would be in her shoe, beneath her toes, for the whole day.

She was nervous, it was undoubtedly a risky game. A hundred times she gave him the option to change his mind, a hundred times he assured her he would be fine. It was only role play after all. They had lost count of the amount of times she had stepped on him, carefully compressed his tiny body beneath the ball of her foot or chased him across the apartment in those knee high boots he loved. He’d spent whole days in her shoes before, trapped against her in the dark as she watched TV or scrolled through her phone. This would be different though, altogether more dangerous.

Eventually she relented and they had chosen her outfit together. A new black corset, underwear and a pair of black ankle boots had set him back several thousand dollars. He’d insisted she have the best.

When the day arrived she jumped straight into character. He was roughly woken, ridiculed and thrown unceremoniously into the boot.

She had looked down upon him with scorn, perfectly in character. He was an insect beneath her, she a goddess above him.

He had barely lasted an hour.

Her stocking clad foot had swallowed the light as she slipped it into his prison. Despite her best efforts she moved with alarming speed. Almost immediately he found himself backed against the wall, fear threatening to swallow him as surely as the huge toes that spread before him.

He cried aloud as they slammed into him, an unstoppable wall of flesh and fabric. The heat rose swiftly, the air filling with the scent of her body lotion. Before she took her first step he was already beating furiously upon her toes, begging her to be released. Her voice echoed down at him, muffled beyond recognition. If she could hear him, feel him, then she showed no sign.

His stomach vaulted into his mouth as her foot moved. He cried out in pain as he was bounced between her hot skin and the hard toe of her shoe. He choked back vomit, clawing at the fabric as a gulf opened beneath him. ‘No, stop, please!’ he screamed as the world exploded around him. The g-force threatened to render him conscious, his bones rattling as she took her first step.

Fear finally consumed him. His lungs pumped furiously, his eyes wide with terror as another step sent him bouncing across the insole. His head swam, every bone aching. Another blow burst his nose, sending a fountain of blood spiralling across his bruised chest. He was going to die.

It was this realisation that sped through his mind when she caught him. Maybe it was bad timing, a bad angle or just bad luck that sent him spinning under her toes. He slammed hard against the ball of her foot, the fabric stocking grating against his ravaged skin. An insane second passed, a terrible moment when he felt her huge foot above him, a storm cloud in the dark. He had barely time to scream before they drove down upon him.

She was halfway across her spacious living room before she knew something was wrong. She could feel him against her, a little lump barely larger than her smallest toe, but now there was something different. Something wet.

Despite agreeing to remain in character she tore the heel from her foot and drew him from its depths. She held him as gently as she could, placing him carefully on her palm. Her heart raced, he was in a bad way.

Covered in blood and unconscious, his arm was clearly broken and his leg? Little remained of his left leg than a ruin of splintered bone and compressed flesh. What had she done?

He remembered the recovery well. She had been furious with him at first, refusing to visit him in the hospital. As always, she eventually relented and that was where the fun began. With medical science at its finest and a full insurance policy he was home within a week and walking in six. The leg they rebuilt in its entirety.

She remained mad at him for a while, calling him foolish and irresponsible. If she had meant to punish him, her approach had the opposite effect. His sentence was isolation, a month at least in her gym shoes, sealed in by a fresh pop sock. He would eat and drink when she allowed it, his task to think hard on what their relationship was becoming. She wanted some time to clear her head, he just wanted her more.

Even now he couldn’t help but dwell on the fear, the pain, the helplessness, the arousal. When she punished him, tormented him, ridiculed him, it was all an act. When he was beneath her, in that moment where she could have killed him, he felt truly alive.

Another footstep shook his world. ‘Oh god,’ the words burbled out of his lips. His body shivered with anticipation. He clenched his hands into fists, forcing himself abstain. Her commands were clear; he mustn’t look, he mustn’t touch. She was so evil.

He tried to distract himself. Crawling forwards, standing was also forbidden without her permission, he focussed on the harness they had installed in the toe of her shoe.

This was her condition. If they were going to try his ridiculous plan again, there had to be safety measures. It was a simple construction of leather and glue, two straps that he would loop his arms into. It would keep him close enough to experience her but prevent a repeat of their disastrous last attempt.

She was above him now, directly. He could feel her, sense her power. He pushed his forehead into the worn insole, drinking in her scent, waiting.

‘Insect,’ her voice was cold, without pity, ‘Slave. Why is your task incomplete? Do you want me to hurt you? Is that it?’

His response came a nanosecond longer than she expected. ‘Answer me,’ she snapped, a truck sized foot slamming into the ground.

‘Oh god,’ he whimpered, he wasn’t going to be able to hold himself. ‘May I look upon you goddess?’ he spoke in weak, trembling tones. Just how she liked it.

‘You may.’

‘Oh fuck,’ he whispered. His goddess stood above him as a vision. Her bare legs stretched for miles, disappearing into a flower patterned summer dress. Her golden hair was in a braid that fell over her shoulder, her impossible eyes hidden behind a pair of pink lensed sunglasses.

‘I, I,’ he began.

‘Shut the fuck up,’ she snarled, ‘you don’t get to make a sound today. Behind her shades, her gaze fell upon his yearning member. She sniggered, ‘Is that thing for me? Pathetic. What do you think I am supposed to do with something so tiny, so fragile? How dare you? Get into position, I don’t want to have to look at that sad maggot a second longer than I need to.’

He moved as though whipped. The ground was already trembling as he threw himself into the harness. The light begin to fade as her foot approached. She was wasting no time.

That torrent of fear and arousal returned to him as he took in her toes. Pink tipped, the same teasing colour as her lips, they flared as they barrelled towards him. The dying sunlight painted her skin in delicious sunset hues.

There was a thud as her foot settled into position. The shoes she had chosen were a half size larger than she would usually wear, another one of her conditions. Shafts of milky light streamed in through the gaps between toes, transforming the space into a church, a cathedral to her worship. It was apt he thought.

He liked his lips as her other foot moved. From here in the harness he could almost reach out at touch her. His libido was driving him wild, causing to strain against the strap. He could taste her, smell her, the heat from her foot warmed his tiny frame. She was everything.

The first footfall ripped him from this bliss. The impact deafened him, jarring every bone exactly as it had done before. The harness strained, holding him against the rock like wall as her massive toes slammed down a mere hand’s breath away.  

Again his stomach churned, rolling and twisting as her huge foot swung forwards before crashing into the earth. He thought about what it must be like to truly be beneath one of these steps. To see the foot of some young woman several times your size fill the sky before obliterating you into paste. From the other side of her sole, she wouldn’t feel a thing. Those Shrinkies forced to live out in the world, the fragility of their lives was mind blowing. How many had she stepped on by accident? Or, on purpose? He never asked, she never said.

Step after step she walked. How many steps across was their new apartment? With each thunderous blow he descended further into an orgasmic stupor. Each time those perfect toes threatened to destroy him he was transported to a higher plateaux of desire. His penis yearned between his legs, his mind mad with desire. High above she was speaking to him, her voice muffled, her words mysterious.

She paused, going about some mundane task while he suffered beneath her. He pulled again against the harness, testing its strength. It was sturdy, it would hold. If he was careful, she wouldn’t notice. Surely she knew what she was doing? Surely she had paused to allow him this moment of respite?

His fist gripped the harness, squeezing until his knuckles went white in the gloom.

He tentatively slipped an arm out of the strap, his fingers flying to his engorged member. The floor beneath his feet was covered in a thin slick of sweat, making his footing unstable. He couldn’t resist the opportunity, he had to advantage of his enhanced movement to touch her, to caress her.

His tongue found her skin as his fingers clenched harder around his penis. Who cared if she found out, if she punished him? This was worth it.

Harder and harder he kissed, losing himself to his worship of her. Harder and harder he pulled, racing impossibly towards climax. His mouth hung slack, saliva splashing onto his bare chest. He closed his eyes as his shoulders shook, his mind lost in a fog of bliss.

He was pulling hard, almost ready to climax when he staggered, when he fell. If he noticed at all he showed no signs, tugging on his penis like a man possessed. He didn’t feel the quake of her movement, or heed the toes sailing overhead.

He looked upwards, lost in the moment as the ball of her foot hung above him. Had it always been so huge, so all powerful and unstoppable? His body was truly convulsing now, shaking as though held by fever.

She stepped down upon him, a thousand tons of female flesh.

He burst, in more ways than one.