“You, I, what? Why?” I barely stuttered out.

            “Um, duh, why wouldn't I want to shrink you?” Rachel shrugged, pulled her legs off the table, and stood, stepping closer so that we were face-to-face, “But why do you want to be shrunk?”

            “I have...no idea.” I turned my head away slightly, uncomfortable in her direct gaze, “But I know I want to be.”

            “Hm...” Rachel mused, “But, what if you don't like it?”

            “I think I will.” I said, as confident as I could muster.

            “Okay, but tell me if you don't. You have to. I don't want to actually hurt you.” She said.

            “Should we have a, you know, what do you call it...?” I trailed off.

            “A safeword?” She said.

            “Yeah, that.” I said.

            “How about the safeword is armadillo.” She smiled, “No way that'll come up otherwise.”

            “Sounds good.” I laughed, but it was a little trill, betraying my excited anxiety (or was it anxious excitement).

            “One last thing before we do this...” She said.

            “Uh, sure.” I said.

            “Kiss me.” She reached her long arms around me.

            I did. Electric, like licking a nine-volt battery, explosion of tingles down my body and through my legs, skin immediately flush and clammy. It wasn't my first kiss, but it was the first kiss that felt like this. Rachel's strong hands grabbing at my back, mine grabbing at hers, over that big shoulder, up and tousling that pixie cut just above the neck. She pulled back a second and her head brushed past mine, eyelashes tickling my cheek, as she buried her face in my neck and bit down. Hard. My fingernails left a line down her back, I'm sure, and I moaned in an idiot's tongue. My hand found its way to her ribs, sliding up, just barely grazing her breast before her hand pulled mine away, her face now rising to meet me again.

            “Not just yet,” She cooed.

            “Okay, sorry.” I said.

            “Don't be sorry...” She licked my ear, before whispering into it, “Just shrink for me.”

            It was easier the second time, less confusion, fewer surprises, but the sheer magnitude of the change, the way she stretched over me like a fairy tale beanstalk, the way my neck craned further and further just trying to keep her head in focus, and the way it absolutely could not keep up past a certain point; it all left me breathless. I stared at those spotty legs, polka dots in chaos, and couldn't even begin to speak.

            “Well hey there, Koji-bug.” Rachel said in one long breath, bending to get a better look, “Glad to be tiny again?”

            I nodded, not knowing if she could see the motion.

            “Bet you regret it now.” She smirked, wiggling her toes in my face. I hadn't even noticed at first, but they were right there, taller than last time maybe. Had she made me even smaller? Could she make me smaller?

            “N-no...” I said, breathing in that deep, aching scent.

            “Prove it.” She said, “Kiss 'em.”

            I pressed my lips to her big toe, salty and hot, and in response it flicked me backwards, like getting hit by a plush dump truck.

            “Oops!” She peeped facetiously.

            “Hey.” I said, as though I were upset, which I definitely was not, just playing along.

            “Hey what.” She responded, taking the tiniest of steps forward, still a marvel of nature in the macro scale, “What are you gonna do about it?”

            “I, uh...” Hadn't thought that far ahead, had I?

            “That's what I thought.” She said, lifting her foot on its heel, scooting it forward so the shadow of her dirty sole fell over me, “Maybe I'll just squish you for getting smart.”

            She waited for a moment. Probably, I thought, for me to start screaming armadillo at the top of my lungs. I didn't do that though, seeing the sweaty wrinkles of her feet hover over me, maybe hungry to step down and splatter my guts on the carpet, but then her playful visage barely visible between her toes; I knew that I, for whatever esoteric reason, trusted her. The bottom of her foot grew closer, slowly, deliberately, and didn't veer off this time. It pressed directly down onto my body, immediately knocking the air out of my lungs, only to have them greedily inflate with Rachel's odor, a tincture of sweat and earth, of her tenacity and strength.

            “You lied to me.” She said, pressing down harder, seemingly flattening my tiny body under the soft ball of her foot. Now I couldn't breath and all, and my brain was moving at light speed trying to figure out what I'd lied about. Was she mad? Was this all a trick? Was I actually going to get ground to paste under this massive tomboy? Did she know that I knew that she knew that I didn't know a goddamn thing about sports? Oh, what a reason to die, but what a way, oh what a way!

            “You said you didn't want to clean between my toes, but I know you do.” She finished her thought. I actually laughed, or rather choked humorously, once she had lightened the pressure, at my own histrionics. Her enormous foot slid back and I was in the archway beneath her toes, a cave of wonders barely lit, “So, go ahead, clean them. Stick out your tongue and lick.”

            I couldn't stop even if I wanted to. I stood and threw myself into that crease, arms outstretched, crown of my head barely breaching the surface. I licked like a man possessed, and truly I was one, while Rachel's titanic digits occasionally flexed, squeezing me in the kind of tight embrace I'd only dreamed of. When my tongue dried up, minutes or hours later, I finally peeked up to her, the titan in whose shadow I crept, and saw her forearm deep in her shorts, fingers working overtime.

            “What, are- are you tired already?” Her voiced trembled, breaths heavy, “You're going to have to do better than that to keep up with me.”

            I could taste the humidity in the air, and I again I fell into my work, this time my erection peeling past my fly, rubbing along with my tongue in those tiny, sweat stained furrows. It was embarrassing, but everything about the insane situation coalesced in that moment, and I came like a hose. I fell back, Rachel's toes still twitching and clasping above me, overwhelmed, overstimulated, and over-satisfied.

            “Hey, I'm not done yet.” She crowed, pulling her foot away.

            “S-sorry.” My voice cracked.

            “Just come here.” She said, reaching down and grabbing me in rough fingers, swinging my body up like it was on a gravitron. Three steps in that carnival ride and I was sure that I was going to throw up, but I was quickly deposited at the foot of the bed. Rachel nearly tore off her shirt and shorts and rolled onto the mattress, giving me full view of the soaked panties she'd been working through, heather gray and sensible, like a monument on the horizon, before her bridge tower legs suddenly surrounded me, one shifting to press my unwitting face into the muddy sole of her foot.

            “Keep going.” She said, and I didn't hesitate. Now somewhere under the arch I licked and pressed and kissed and squirmed, mixing our sweat, some strange concoction that erased my refractory period. My bulge grazed her skin again, but she certainly recognized the risk this time and shifted her weight once more, pinning me hard underneath the heavy flesh, leaving me unable to do much but wiggle. These small motions, or perhaps just what they signified, were enough, however. I could feel her muscles contracting in waves, each pushing me deeper into the sheets, building up to a culminating alto high note which escaped from her lips and dwindled with a simultaneous decrescendo of pressure on my weary body. She mindlessly stretched out her leg, bulldozing me nearly off the bed with her rough heel. I laid there on my back, listening to her breath, before she finally recognized what she'd done.

            “Oh! Koji, where are you?” She said between gulps of air.

            “Here, by the corner, I'm okay.” I put up one little arm like I was waving a flag.

            “Jeez, good, sorry I kicked you.” She said.

            “Not the worst thing you did to me tonight.” I said.

            “Pssh, you loved it.” She said, and I could picture that smirk.

            “Shut up.” I said unconvincingly. She snickered in response, before clambering around, a feat which would have been worth recognizing had I not been too tired to look and, laying sideways, rested her blushing face near the end of the bed, like a sunset suddenly falling in front of me.

            “Hey.” She said, eyelids visibly heavy.

            “Hey.” I said.

            “Stay here tonight.” She said.

            “Yeah.” I said.

            She leaned over and kissed me, a full body experience leaving me sticky with her sweet saliva. I wiped from some my eye, and nearly made a sarcastic remark, but she'd somehow already fallen asleep. Moments later, I did too.