Dianne was inside the shower, the glass door slightly fuzzy as she rinsed herself off one final time. Mark was on the counter; she had set down some layers of toilet paper for mark to use to go to the bathroom, figuring he'd be too small to make much of a mess. She couldn't see him clearly through the opaque glass, but she would soon be sliding open the door.

When she did, she could see Mark standing naked on the counter, the toilet paper roll she left up their dwarfing him. She could see that she was right about his bathroom use, the tiny boy having barely made enough of a mess to be visible on the single sheet. She grabbed a towel and walked over to him, the top of her thighs coming up to the counter top, letting mark get a full view of her breasts and pussy. She didn't care though. She barely recognized him as a person. He was her toy.

“I see you had to go to the bathroom, tiny man” She giggled, before scooping him up into her hand, and bringing him over to the sink. “Time to clean you up”

She sprayed soap from the sink onto him, the gelatinous goop immediately encasing the boy in her hand. She started to roll him back in forth between her hands, the tiny man coughing as the goop got into his mouth and nose. After spinning him back and forth a few times, she opened her hands to inspect him. His body was thoroughly soaked in soap, she giggled as the little man struggled to breathe. She turned on the water, before shifting her hand under it, the stream of liquid causing the tiny boy to disappear for a second while the water washed over him.

She formed her hand into a cup, and watched Mark as he sunk into the pool that formed there, the water continuing to pour forcing his body to remain submerged.

As Dianne watched mark struggle in her hand she felt a rush of excitement, the exercise of raw power over him filled her with a kind of strange glee, the fact that she could drown him without any effort exhilarating. She allowed her fingers to form a small gap below to allow the water to drain out, and turned off the water above, the water quickly depleting before leaving Mark gasping for air as he lied shaking between her fingers.

She smiled. “Feeling clean?” She giggled, causing the tiny man to bounce between her fingers. “Ready for bedtime?”

Mark was trembling in her palm, he looked up at her and started to cry.

“P-please, make it stop” he begged, his voice so quiet she could hardly hear him.

Dianne looked at him.

“Stop? Why? You mean you don't like it so far?”

Mark quivered in her hand as she spoke, and she could feel his tiny body in her palm, vibrating like a tiny little wind up toy. She was tempted to put her thumb over her face, and watch him slowly spasm until he stopped moving, only to release him and do it again.

But the boy spoke before she did anything. “N-n-no Dia -” He paused, tears pouring from his face. “please, just get me to asylum. I don't want to be y-y-your...”

His tiny voice was overwhelmed with sobs, and Dianne brought her free hands index finger over him, and began stroking him from the top of his curly hair down his back.

“Shhh... Marky. Don't cry. I know this is still all knew and strange for you, but I'm sure you'll love it.”

Mark tilted his head up at her, tears streaming from his eyes as he sobbed. Dianne went to stroke him again, and her finger pushed his down, forcing his little body to collapse onto her open palm, his sobs becoming more audible as she easily overpowered him.

“Besides, we haven't even gone on our hike yet! If you don't like it by the end of the hike tomorrow, I swear, I'll bring you to the asylum center”

Mark tried to stand up, pushing off with his arms, but Dianne's humongous finger continued to run down his tiny body, and he was unable to move. He simply turned his head, his face partially buried in Dianne's palm.

“B-b-but y-y-your g-g-g-oing to u-u-use m-m-me...” he stammered, before Dianne began to giggle.

“Use you as an insert?” she finished for him, laughing. “Of course tiny boy! That's the whole point. Isn't it going to be great? You get to be with these feet that you love so much, while simultaneously supporting me for the day. It's like work and pleasure at the same time.” she giggled.

The tiny boy just trembled in her hand. “b-b-ut tha-tha-that'll k-k-k-ill me” he said, his voice choked with sobs.

Dianne laughed. “Don't be so dramatic. It's perfectly safe – Sarah uses her tinies as inserts all the time. Besides, like I already told you, I bet by the end of tomorrow you will be begging to be my insert. I know you love my feet”

The tiny boy was crying, but when she finished her sentence his demeanor suddenly changed, his face reddening.

He was shouting. “But I don't love your feet! It was hell in your shoe today! I almost drown-”

Dianne giggled suddenly, causing the boy to flinch before he could finish. “You don't have to be embarrassed. It's okay. Lot's of guys like feet. And even though I'm not a particular fan of that kind of stuff myself...” She paused to look down at her toes “... I'm really looking forward to having you pamper and support me.” She paused suddenly and looked back at Mark, who was crying again in her palm. “Oh. Don't be such a sore sport. We haven't even gotten to the good part yet.”

She stared down at him with her green eyes as the boy trembled under fingers, before she picked them up and grabbed him between her thumb and her index finger. The little boy squirmed instinctively, but he was completely locked in place, before dangling him over the edge of her palm. Far below him were her feet, her black toes lifting up and down slightly as she wiggled them.

“Take a good look Mark. You'll be with your new goddesses the rest of your life. Oh, imagine all the years of fun we will have. The days at work...”

Dianne continued speaking as Mark was dangling between her fingers, hysterical, trembling without any control, terrified of her words and of the toes wiggling below him. She began to walk out of the bathroom, before picking him up to her face, the huge thing looking like the side of the building as he brought nearly in front of her mouth.

Her voice boomed and hot torrent of air made it difficult to breathe, blowing his hair everywhere.

“... won't it be great? I can binge watch TV while you clean up my toes from inside my slipper.” She giggled.

“But yea. Before I go back outside, no more of this 'Dianne' nonsense. I'm your goddess, silly, so you better cooperate if you want this to be pleasant for you. How can you deny something which you haven't even tried?”

Dianne opened the door. Sarah was on her own bed now, under the covers, flipping through the channels. She looked at Dianne as she was speaking, before interrupting her.

“Who are you talking to?”

Dianne walked over to the bed, a wet towel was wrapped around her body from above her knees to her breasts. Her palm was curled up slightly below her towel clad breasts, and she looked up from it to Sarah.

“Well little Mark, of course. Who else would I be talking to?”

Sarah laughed. “You're totally weird, you know that?”

Dianne put Mark on the bed, before walking over to her bag and pulling out a pair of panties and some nylons. She let the towel fall to the floor before walking back over to the bed. Her raw beauty floated above Mark now, her thighs just inches away from the edge of the bed, where Mark was sitting amongst the folds of the blanket. He was looking up, dumbfounded, and Dianne giggled at him as she deliberately teased him with her beauty.

***

Holy Shit. Holy Shit. Holy Shit.

I was overwhelmed with emotions. The feeling of lingering dread hung over me like a man about to be hanged, terrified about what I didn't know was happening around me, at the same time I knew what was going to happen to me tomorrow. I doubted I would be able to survive.

But in front of me, Dianne's dark, olive skinned body loomed above me like a skyscraper, even though I was near the top of her thighs. Her skin was now as immaculately clean as I was, and I found myself staring straight at her vulva. It had been a long time since I'd seen a vagina, and I was immediately entranced, the stubble of hair above it looking like black grass.

Blood immediately rushed into my manhood, and Dianne's goddess like form seemed to loom closer, the folds and the bumps of her skin appeared more and more huge before me, the line where the two sides of it met easily two or three times the size of myself. I was utterly mesmerized; I hadn't seen a vagina in what felt like an eternity, and even though I was terrified of everything happening I couldn't help myself as I became harder.

Dianne's yawned above me, the noise sounded like the start of a jet engine. The suddenness of it made me twitch in fear, but I couldn't help but continue to stare at Dianne's vagina, the strange arousal mixing with fear of Dianne's skyscraper like form, and then awful reality of my state of existence filling me with an overwhelming emotion that made it difficult for me to do anything but look at it.

“It's getting late...” her voice boomed. “... and we have a long day tomorrow, so I think it's time for us to go to bed.”

She paused, but I wasn't looking at her, I was bewitched by her vagina, the strange desire to fuck her overwhelming the terror I had from her dehumanizing treatment. It didn't make any sense, even if I was lying on top of her my penis would barely reach into the folds of her skin, and if I was honest the thing was easily big enough for me to be pushed deep inside – to drown inside of it. The thought was terrifying, but I only became more aroused as I imagined it.

“Like what you see?” Dianne voice boomed, followed by giggles which cracked like gunfire.

I looked up, hot red in the face, embarrassed by my obvious voyeurism. Dianne was smiling, her green eyes looking like two huge emerald stars.

I couldn't muster the voice to speak, suddenly feeling incredibly hot, when her huge tan hand started to descend down towards me, I couldn't move from both fear and arousal, shivering in fright as I felt the heat of her hand surround me before I was locked in place between her fingers.

I trembled as I was lifted into the air, but I was being brought closer to her vagina, the heat from her skin now radiating before me. I could see the individual details on the folds her skin, the recently shaved pubic hair looking like black rocks speckled across a strange tan field. I could even smell it now, it didn't have a particularly strong scent, as she had recently showered, but it was distinctive womanly smell nonetheless.

“Would you like a closer look?” Dianne giggled. I was shivering as I became more aroused, I was so close now that if I could have moved my arm I could have reached down out touched it.

I couldn't control myself anymore, and I started to squirm, desperate to feel the Diannes divine womanhood, so incredibly aroused that I wanted fuck her so badly my johnson hurt.

Dianne's giggles vibrated through me, and but I still couldn't reach her vagina, her fingers locking me in place making it impossible for me to do anything. I was so close, so aroused, so intoxicated by her beauty and womanhood that I started to think that perhaps she was a goddess, perhaps this was an existence I would be okay with, perhaps I should forget what it was to be a full size person and accept my fate as her pet.

And before I knew what was happening, I was falling. I screamed as I descended, before hitting a familiar netting of fabric, tumbling over and over myself as the net surrounding me descended like a tube. I was disoriented, everything a blur of the yellow tan netting that I could see in any direction. Eventually the net below me no longer continued and I landed with slight bounce at the bottom. When my head stopped spinning I realized where I was.

Back at the bottom of her nylon. It was dry and didn't smell, so it was probably a different pair to the one I had been in earlier. I looked up, and Dianne's fingers had formed a little box near the opening far above me so that she could peer inside, her lips curled into a smile.

And realizing what had just happened, still incredibly aroused but no longer near her vagina, I felt genuine horror. Dianne was a god, yes, but she was not one to worship – she was one to fear. I was her slave – her insert – I was nothing but a toy to her.

Dianne was giggling as I started to cry. Her eyes were locked on me, the rest of her face outside of the nylon was difficult to see.

“Did you think you were going to...” she paused to giggle. “...fuck me?” She laughed, and so did Sarah.

It was all too much for me, I was still incredibly horny, but I was utterly humiliated, unable to control my shame and my fear, balling my eyes out.

“My womanhood is for full size people. Not tiny little bugs like you” She giggled, and the nylon shifted, the sudden movement sending me bouncing between the elastic nets at the bottom. When the movement stopped, I rolled back over onto my back and looked up, and what I saw overwhelmed with dread, trembling like a frightened rabbit.

Dianne's bare olive skinned foot was entering the nylon. Her black nails shimmered, and bits of dust from the floor that had stuck to her foot after her shower rained down around me faster than her foot entered, her toes wiggling as the became larger and larger as they went further into the nylon.

“No, my tiny little pet.” Her voice thundered. “This is your place little Mark. Don't you forget that. Your goddesses are my toes.” She paused and sighed. “And tonight they will be your lovers. This is a little reward for your good behavior, so you better enjoy yourself.” She giggled, and I couldn't stop my self from crying.

I couldn't see anything but her foot and the nylon now, with every passing second it becoming larger and larger, until it was yards away from me. Her toes pitched up and down, each movement covering a distance four or five times the size of my own body, and the heat increasing as her toes wormed their way closer. Eventually her big toe paused just before me, I could make out the swirls of her skin and dirt caught underneath her black nail, the callous on the side of it looking particularly gray in comparison to the rest of her olive skin.

Diannes toes were pulled up, looming above me like massive trees.

“Don't be shy tiny one.” Her voice thundered. “Crawl under my toes. Then i'll pull them tight, and you can 'have your way with them'” She giggled.

I stared at the bottom of her toes looming before me. My penis was throbbing with arousal, but the toes before me filled me with nothing but disgust and fear. The heat radiating from them made me uncomfortable warm, the humidity of the air making it difficult to breathe.

But I didn't move. I stared at her huge toes as they lifted up and down, and my body filled with an overwhelming revulsion that made me want to gag just looking at them. I couldn't see Dianne's face through the netting clearly, but I could make out her pearly white teeth contrasted against her dark skin.

“Come on little Mark.” Dianne's voice boomed. “You can either make love to them, or you can be punished by them”

She wiggled her toes rapidly, the sudden movements causing the netting that was her nylon to rapidly shift from slack to taught that caused me to bounce haphazardly around the nylon like an out of control trampoline.

Sarah's laughter echo'd from somewhere else in the room. “Like, that's a really good idea.” she giggled. “You're going with a both a carrot and stick, nice”

I trembled as I realized I had no alternative. I was already trapped in a nylon with Dianne's toes, the thought of her grinding her toe on me earlier filling me with overwhelming terror. Tears coursed down my face as I started to crawl forward, each inch I crept making Dianne's toes larger until I could no longer see anything but the bottoms of them besides the cracks between them revealing the tan nylon stocking above it.

Dianne's voice thundered around me. “Thanks! I would have never realized how effective the stick could be if it wasn't for you though!” She paused. “Look, he's crawling under my toes”

Sarah giggled. “Nice. It's been a long time since I've like, used an insert for anything other than arch support though.” her voice echo'd around me as I was now under her toes, the swirls of her skin relatively clean besides the recently gathered dust from her walking.

Dianne's voice boomed over me. “Good Mark. Now crawl under my second and third toe.” she giggled. “I see you're tiny erection. You better make serious love to these girls...” She scrunched her toes slightly, the huge tan flesh above me curling around me and causing me to tremble as I tried to crawl across the nylon below me.

“... or these lovers will soon be your enemy”

I shuddered, but did as I was bid, terrified of what might happen, my own experiences being shrunk over the years now compounding into this horrifying moment. I crawled under her second and third toe.

“Good.” Dianne's voice thundered. “These toes can be generous goddesses if you do what you're told.” She giggled. “Now, lie down and roll onto your back.”

And like a dog I did, lying down and rolling onto my back to see the Dianne's second toe looming above my head. The bottom tip was thicker, more calloused, and my face was just to the right of it, so that the joint on her toe loomed above me.

“Alright. I'm going to tighten my nylon now. And then I expect to be pleasured...” She paused. “... well, pleasured by the tiny man you are anyway” she giggled.

I couldn't see her clearly through the gap between the second and third toe, but I saw a dark thing move with a blur above me. The nylon then rocketed upward, and felt my body slam into the bottom of her fleshy toes, the things were hot and soft, the sense of oil on them distinctive. My erection slammed into the flesh as well, the soft warm skin causing a sickening rush of pleasure and causing me to stiffen, my lips being pressed into the top of her second toe with my nose given just enough space breath as my face and nose was pressed into it smelling of soap and splash of cheese.

I was suddenly wrapped between her toes and the nylon, and the material above me was stretched enough to see Dianne's face through it, her emerald green eyes staring at me as her lips were curled into a smile. She started to giggle, her booming laughter vibrating through me like an earthquake, her hot soft flesh sliding over me was aided by the natural oil of her skin.

“Oh my god” she laughed. “Your penis is so small. I can barely feel your tiny little erection under my toes”

Tears coursed from my face as her booming voice echo'd through my body, the vibrations causing my junk to rub against her skin, continuing to increase in hardness, before it suddenly popped free between her second and third toe, the ripples of warm skin from between her toes now wrapping and rubbing my Johnson, and I reflexively hardened further.

Dianne continued to giggle, her skin rubbing against my own causing a sickening pleasure I couldnt control, before I felt her toes began to wrap around me, the sides of my shoulders suddenly pressed in by the increasing leather like cushions of flesh that seemed to fill every gap of space. It was pressing into my mouth, forcing it open, as the same time it wrapped around my chest, slowly forcing the air from my lungs as my Johnson seemed to pulled further up between the gap of her toes.

I started to panic, soon realizing I would be unable to breathe, Dianne giggling all the way.

Her voice boomed over me.

“Make love to your goddesses tiny boy. And you better put some effort into it down there, or your going to have a …” she paused to giggle “... rough night”

My brain was suddenly in autopilot, and I realized with horror that all the therapy, all the hard work I had done with Tracy was now gone. As long as I was trapped in Dianne's nylons, as long as I was with her, I had to do what my terrifying goddess bid me to do. And if I wanted to live, I had to stop thinking of myself as a person. I was her slave.

I began to try and thrust between her toes, the huge cushion like flesh giving me barely enough room to move as I meekly tried again and again fuck her, my erection continuing to stiffen as it barely slid up and down between her toes, Dianne's giggles causing me to vibrate further.

Her toes remained clenched as her booming voice further vibrated me. “I said make love, little man, not fuck. Please your goddesses, tiny man, or be punished by them.”

I trembled as I heard her words, but I didn't think or cry further. I opened my mouth stuck out my tongue, pressing my lips into the side of her second toe. I could feel the ripples of her skin against my lips, and I stuck my tongue into a ripple of her flesh as I lapped at her skin. I continued to thrust between her toes as I did, my erection still rock solid as Dianne began to pur.

“Ooooh, your starting make me a little excited” She laughed.

Her toes relaxed slightly, allowing me to finally take a muggy hot breath of toe smelling air. I was lapping and thrusting desperately, and I noticed that the nylon environment I was in was beginning to descend, soon feeling the carpet through the nylon as I was pressed lightly upward into her toes. I watched from between the gap of her toes as Dianne began to stand, her seemingly endless body ascending into the sky, her bare breasts sticking out in front of her chest and blocking my vision of her face past them.

And as she did, her toes pressed down onto me, into the carpet, her flesh pushing into mine restricting the environment around me, an increasingly slow squeeze causing me to panic as it became more difficult to breathe, but the fear increased my ferocity, and I continued to thrust my johnson inbetween the soft ripples of her toes and lap at the huge cushion like warm skin infront of me, tasting acrid and burning my already bruised lips.

And then her foot lifted into the air, the sudden momentum change causing me to sag slightly into her nylon, the world outside her nylon blurring around me as her toes pulled upward into the whirlwind of cold air. The quick movement of her toes pulled the net upward, rocketing me into the bottom of her toes again, the ripples of her soft warm skin now rubbing against my own, my johnson once again being tugged at the skin between second and third toe.

But the out of control momentum then shifted, and I found being pushed into the bottom of her toes, no longer from the net, but from the sudden change in direction. I couldn't tell clearly what was happening outside of the nylon, but I could feel from the sudden momentum shift and wind passing through the nylon on my back that we were descending back down to the ground.

And in the moment I was horrified to realize that Dianne was again walking.

BOOM

My world which was the bottom of Dianne's toes seemed to explode – the sudden noise and intense vibrations disorienting me as the huge cushion like toes were suddenly pressing down onto me, the air rapidly forced of my lungs from the sudden rush of weight that caused my mouth to wheeze out the air like I was punched suddenly in the gut. It felt like any greater increase in pressure my bones might soon begin to break. But Dianne didn't move again, and I could see between the gap in her toes looking up her skyscraper like body that she was standing, her face looking off into the distance far above at something I couldn't see. But the weight was still on me, and as I struggled to breathe I realized I was so utterly buried underneath her toes that I couldn't draw in breath. Panicking and struggling to wiggle my way out from underneath her toes, I attempted to maneuver in any direction so that I could find some space to draw in a breath.

Seemingly all around me, Dianne's voice suddenly boomed.

“Did I tell you to stop, bug? Would you rather get beaten underneath my toes?” Her voice boomed

And even though I couldn't breathe, the panic of suffocation overwhelming all my other feelings, Dianne's booming commands had broken me. I no longer could comprehend my own feelings, fear of Dianne's humongous toes made even the fact that I might die from lack of breath less terrifying than not following her own commands.

So with fresh tears now coursing out of my eyes, I opened my mouth, pressed my lips into into the ripples of Dianne's soft third toe, whilst simultaneously attempting to pitifully thrust from my hips my johnson between the gap in second and third toe, began to suck and lap at the skin of the third, suffocating all the while.

Dianne's voice boomed above me. “Good, little buggy” And then she pressed down into me, the sudden increase in pressure forcing my jaw suddenly painfully open, her skin pouring into my mouth tasted salty, the pressure on my ribs increasing in pain and made my eyes feel like they might pop out of my socket.

But as quickly as the pressure increased, Dianne's toes pulled into the air with a sudden rush of wind, the feeling of the rollercoaster returning, and she was walking again. I finally could breathe, drawing in a deep breath through my nose as tears coursed out of my eyes, but I didn't stop sucking and lapping at her toe because my life very might well depend on it. Up and down I thrust my hips, my johnson gliding between her toes as the momentum from her foot pulled me down into the net, before it suddenly reversed, the force pushing my body into her toes, the flesh on either side of her toes pressing into my hips as my johnson glided up even further between them.

BOOM

All the air was pressed out of me again with a wheeze, forcing me to pause only for a second as the tears continued to course out of my eyes. But terror drove me forward, the strange pleasant feel of the ripples of her skin rubbing my body and Johnson giving me only enough physical pleasure to give me an erection, but fear subsuming every other part of my being. My pitiful thrusts against the bottom of her toes were largely restricted, the cocoon of flesh I was wrapped in making it feel like was stuck between the cushions of large steaming leather coach, the leather mixture of soft and rough, a dark yellow with grooves that seemed like I had my face pressed directly into a couch.

The roller coaster that was Dianne's foot flew into the air again, and as the tears coursed from my eyes I took in another cheesy breath, my own bodies trembles causing me to further rub into the bottom of Dianne's toes while I continued to suck and lap on her skin. I continued thrusting between her toes, now nothing more than an effort to prevent Dianne from beating me with them.