I wrote this back in 07' and never liked the formatting I used on the original.  After so many years I've returned to it and this is the final version taken and reworked from that first story, now brought back to life with new color and direction. 

Chapter 1:  Veronica's Treat

Here I was standing in Veronica's home, admiring all of her dark hued upholstery and low lit antique fixtures that decorated her living room. It was amazing for me being here and looking back I have no clue how it happened, but that I've wanted to be here for years. Out of nowhere she simply invited me over as I was heading for home like I've done so many times this winter. I was passing outside the iron gates of her large estate when she walked down the hill of her driveway and said I looked cold and could use a cocoa or something to that effect, I was just so amazed that her voice I was hearing was actually being aimed in my direction. I only hope that I didn't look too eager when I so quickly agreed.

The air was much nicer inside and I could feel myself thawing out as I took off my heavy coat and hung it on the rack. Veronica's home was stunning with its dark antiquity softened by a lush array of potted plants and tapestries. Everything looked expensive like I'd always imagined it would from the highly landscaped appearance of the place from the outside. Soaking in the visuals of Veronica's home I take a seat on the sofa and glance an interesting book resting on the coffee table. A big silver pentagram embroidered right into the cover was a certain giveaway as to what type of contents might have lied within, and I was forgivably made curious of her possessing such a book.

Opening the cover revealed a large black and white picture of a very old looking tombstone, a large Celtic cross engraved into the middle of it. Whoever the sculpture was did a beautiful job I had to give them that, the artwork looked fantastic. Too fantastic in fact, it made me want to keep staring at it, as if I wanted to transfer this picture to visual memory. I haven't ever really given books like these much thought, but this one was beginning to have a weird effect on me and I realized I didn't want to pull away from it. I never knew before that Veronica was even interested in this kind of stuff.

Just then I heard someone enter into the room and it broke me from the trance I was having with the book. Snapping up I saw my former classmate Stephanie enter from the hallway. I always thought she was pretty with her long red hair and cherubic features and wasn't surprised seeing her here as Veronica and her were nearly inseparable in school. Her lips parted into a smile when she saw what I was looking at.

"Hi Josh, how are you doing, I haven't seen you since high school." "Oh, hi Stephanie, I've been alright. Good to see you." I attempt to say in an un-awkward kind of way. "Yeah, it's good to see you too, well you take care okay. Veronica should be down in a minute." She says as she gives me this mischievous look and lets her eyes once again dart down toward the book on the table.

"What was that all about?" I wonder to myself as Stephanie leaves as quickly as she came in. I saw the way her eyes fell to the book and then back to me, but that smile? The way she did it suddenly made me feel a bit uneasy. I could already sense how terrible this was going to feel if my being here turned out to be some kind of cruel joke I was in. I didn't believe Veronica was that kind of person though.

Of course I couldn't think much on it when the person I've been waiting for suddenly appears at the base of the stairs and heads toward the kitchen. "Hey Veronica, do you need any help?" I call after her when I hear the sound of clanking pans and opening cupboards. "No it's ok, but you can come in here if you'd like." I hear her call back to me. Giving the picture one last look I force myself to push this feeling in my stomach behind me and decide just to ride this through. Even if this is all some kind of joke, I'll still get to be in Veronica's presence for a little longer.

Stretching my arms after getting to my feet, my body felt leaden and heavy for some reason. Sort of like that feeling you get when you sat in one place for too long. How much time did I spend on the couch? It couldn't have been more than ten minutes anyway. Shrugging it off I was once again caught up in the elegance of the house. I really liked her home, it was kind of dark in here, but it definitely had a warm and cozy feel to it. Despite my misgivings about my encounter with Stephanie the place made me feel welcome, the same feeling I always got around Veronica in high school. I just wish I could have gotten to know her better than I did, but maybe this was going to be my chance. I just have to make sure I don't screw this up and do anything stupid.

Following the sound of running water led me down a hallway full of paintings of old looking forests and what must have been family. The light at the end opened up into a large spacious kitchen complete with high vaulted ceilings and stainless counter tops. Ebony and dark chocolate tile set the atmosphere again with that mysterious but warm appeal that was becoming familiar to me now. Veronica was running water into a teakettle from the deep basin sink with her back to me as I entered. Her dark brown hair flowing down her back, and ending just below her beltline. Seeing her standing there I had to keep my eyes from focusing on her black calf length boots with the four inch heels clicking on the terracotta floor. It wasn't easy because she looked really great in them.

Just seeing her sent my temperature rising and I was lost for words. Luckily she saved me from my awkward pause when she saw me at the doorway. "Hey Josh, go ahead and have a seat there, I'll have the chocolate ready in a minute." She says, pointing to a stool at the counter. I take a seat and watch her work in silence for a bit, pretty much in awe of my own good luck for being here. Veronica really was very much a vision, with milky white skin and soft gentle features. Her deep almond eyes had a strong almost piercing gaze that made you feel welcome, but always seemed to be telling you more than what you were hearing. Much like you could listen to her eyes speaking to you as you looked into them, but you couldn't understand the language and were left wondering as you admired their depths. She had a very Eastern European appearance since she was native to the country Romania.

"Hey Josh, what are you staring at?" Veronica asks with a smile over her shoulder. "Nothing, I'm sorry. I was just thinking." Came the first dumb reply that popped into mind. "Thinking huh, and what about?" She countered with that same full smile. "I dunno this place just relaxes me I guess and I started daydreaming." I say honestly. "Yeah, I really like it, this used to be my Aunt's house before she moved back to Romania. Because of her it has a lot of the same elements as home so it makes me comfortable living here." She says, gazing around the kitchen.

"Home being Romania?" "Yes, I miss it there, but this place makes me feel less homesick." She replys while trying to grab a mug off the top shelf of the cupboard and apparently having trouble. "Here, let me get it for you." I offer and move around the counter. "Thanks we're about the same height, but you have those long arms Josh." She says to me like she was just realizing it again. "Yeah, but they make me feel like a monkey sometimes." I joke while feeling a little nervous standing this close to her. "I'm sure, but they don't make you look like one so don't worry about it." She laughs while reassuring me. "Hey thanks, that makes me feel better." I say while bringing down the mug. "Thank you, go ahead and have a seat and I'll get it from here." She says while slowly taking the mug from me with both hands. I have to resist the temptation of getting lost in the pull of her eyes again and force myself, returning to the stool.

I watch as she opens a packet of chocolate and adds it to the mug with a scoop of sugar and steaming water. Instantly the room fills up with the smooth, delicious fragrance of melted chocolate. Taking the mug in both hands Veronica turns toward the counter and kindly blows the heat from the liquid. I'm captured by the way her lips form as she gently cools the mug while her eyes gaze over the rim and bore straight into mine, immediately having a strong effect on me. She's never teased me this way before, but I was really liking it.

Taking a seat across from me she rests her chin on her clasped fingers and watches me expectantly, so I use the opportunity to taste the mug's warm contents. The fact that Veronica prepared it, and even blew it cool for me made me want to keep it as a token to remember her forever almost as badly as it made me want to taste it. All too soon the chocolate went down and was gone as I emptied the mug, the flavor of good cocoa dancing on my tastebuds. Veronica watched me with a smile that seemed quite satisfied I approved of her treat.

After a moment’s pause I set down the mug and look up at her. "It was delicious, thank you," I try to say. "You’re very welcome, I am glad you liked it." She responds to me as she again takes the mug in her hands. It took me several heartbeats to wrap my head around what just happened. I know I didn't say anything aloud just now though I had tried, but somehow I couldn't say anything at all. I never heard myself speak, and yet Veronica still answered to the words that were never spoken. So now I'm left feeling like I had somehow stepped outside of myself while Veronica watches me fight to grasp what just transpired. From deep within this strange inner feeling starts to grow and begins overtaking my body. A kind of warm numbing that feels as if the hot cocoa were coating itself throughout my core, starting at my throat and quickly spreading.

I can't speak and I feel like I'm being attacked from within so my natural reaction is to panic. Grasping for my throat I prepare to lunge into a standing position when I unexpectedly feel Veronica's soft hand take hold of mine and my eyes meet hers. "Josh," Comes her commanding voice. "I need you to listen to me. Just focus on my voice alright. I know this is a shock to you, but I assure you that everything is going to be ok. I know you don't understand what is going on, so allow me to explain it to you. The chocolate that you just drank is an elixir, something that is going to enable you not to lie to me. So really it's a truth serum so to speak. Don't worry, nothing in it was poisonous or deadly so you're going to be fine." She tells me while looking right at me and squeezing my hand.

My first impulse is not to believe her, but I cannot deny the imploring look in her eyes and the stable touch of her hand begins to calm me down several degrees. The physical contact from her really helped as it was like an anchor to me while my body felt as if it were trying to float away. Her fingers were so warm and soft, but had a strength that helped keep my mind in place as my head swam through incoherences. She might of robbed the panic of its peak, but I was still very scared for what was going on.

Veronica gave one more firm look into my eyes before rising from her stool and guiding me from mine. "Come; follow me to the living room where both of us can see where this goes." She whispers as she guides my hand over her shoulder while turning before letting it drop and leaving me on my own to follow in her wake.

I watch her move away from me, her heels echoing against the floor, and I get the urge not to let her get too far ahead. I was still much disoriented and not able to think clearly. I knew that, so if she had the answers I needed then I didn't want to be left alone in the kitchen.

Finding my legs again I focus on Veronica's boots moving away from me and do my best to follow them. Though my legs feel like heated rubber I manage to move forward through the hallway, using the walls for support.

Veronica takes her seat on the sofa and begins to unzip her boot while looking up at me and gently motioning toward the recliner with her chin. "Have a seat Josh, I have a feeling we're going to have a lot to talk about." She says as she pulls off her boot, revealing a deep blue sock and then sets the boot on the carpet beside her. I move over to the chair and allow myself a controlled fall into it. She finishes with her other boot and sets it beside the first, the boot falling over to its side.

"Ahh, that's better, these get hot after I wear them too long. It feels good to free myself from them." She says as she eases back into the sofa comfortably. "Before we begin Josh, I want to show you something, I think it will help us both a great deal." Turning her attention to the embroidered book on the table she picks it up and thumbs through the pages, occasionally grazing through its contents. "Here it is I thought you might like to see it." She says while coming to a page that she passes over to me.

There was a detailed drawing of a woman sitting on the side of a bed looking down at her feet resting firmly on the floor. There was nothing spectacular about it. It did have a slightly familiar feel to it, but that's probably because I saw the picture somewhere before. Not knowing what she was expecting me to see in the book I hand it back to her. "What is it?" "This is a book my Aunt left behind when she returned home; I showed you the picture because every time I came across it in the book I always thought of you for some reason. I'm not sure why." She says with a look as if she were recalling something from the past. Breaking from her thoughts she looks back at me. "Well I see that you got your voice back. I told you, you didn't have to be afraid." She says with that 'I told you so' kind of smile. "Yeah, I guess I did." I say, astonished with myself that I didn't realize it.

I sit there thinking for a minute about what she mentioned in the kitchen. "You said the hot chocolate was a truth serum? What did you mean by that?" "Well, I mean exactly that. After drinking the hot chocolate you are now unable to lie to me. I thought that if I gave you the elixir I might gain some insight as to why I kept thinking of you whenever I saw that picture." She says matter-of-factly. "Isn't that a little extreme?" I ask, thinking she could have just asked me about it without the need to drug me before hand. "Well, I know it seems that way, but theres actually a lot of factors about the importance of this you don't understand, and I can't really explain them to you right now. It was rude of me to mislead you the way I did."

"Rude, more like criminal of you" I thought silently to myself, unhappy with the prospect of being decieved this way. "So I can't lie to you?" I ask in an unbelieving tone. "I'm not surprised you don't believe it" Came her reply. "I would have a hard time believing it too if someone told me what I drank meant I was now unable to lie." "Yeah well, it was really good hot chocolate, but a truth serum?" I answer feeling more and more convinced by how foolish this sounds. "Ok, how about this then, you really like me, a lot, and you have for a long time now don't you?" She challenges me with extra emphasis on the 'a lot' part. "Well, yeah, okay, I mean who wouldn't like you? You were one of the most popular girls in school and I always thought you were beautiful." I say, adding way more than I intended to in my statement.

My answer made her smile wide, showing her well groomed teeth that had to have a fair amount of cash put into them to keep them so white and perfect. "Yeah, I've known that, but that's not all is it. I mean, it's not just a normal crush or anything that you've had on me. It's something more than that. Something deeper." She says with a knowing look that makes me want to run out of the house with embarrassment. "No! What are you talking about?" I stammer as I feel my face turn several shades of red. But that's when it hit me, that same feeling from before. The sensation of being taken over from the inside builds up again and all the while Veronica is saying "That's it isn't it, that's the key. So there was something more and I wasn't imagining it. Go ahead Josh and show me. Its alright you don't have to be afraid just because I know what you've been hiding." She says while sitting straighter on the couch and smiling from ear to ear at me.

I hadn't even told her anything and she was acting like I just spilled all my soul, but this feeling inside me I knew I was going to be in trouble. Maybe she was right and I was going to tell her everything. Just the thought was scaring the hell out of me. This was not going in the direction I was ready for and as I felt the fight or flight picking up in me again I was determined to take advantage of it this time and escape the embarrassment of my world falling apart. No one needed to know my secrets, they were mine to cherish on my own and I didn't want that impossible effort of having to explain myself, it wouldn't be fair. Being thoroughly convinced that I had to go I quickly got up from the chair and made my way towards the door. As soon as I stood up the room got fuzzy as hell, but I wasn't going to let it stop me and I reached out quickly for the door handle while feeling like I was falling flat on my face. I made one last grab over my head for the copper handle before my vision faded and everything went black...

Chapter 2:  Undersized

"I've tried to tell you not to be afraid, you're making it so much harder on yourself then it has to be." I hear a faint angelic voice imploring me. I've heard it before, but I don't want to remember, even as it gets louder and clearer. "You’re alright Josh, you can get up off the floor now, I think it's stopped." Veronica tells me as I slowly open my eyes. "Whatever happens now is out of our hands and all we can do is play part in it." I hear her say while having a dire feeling that something was wrong. Looking up from my back I realized the coffee table appeared to be too far above me, as if I were looking up at the cealing of a warehouse rather than the bottom of a table. And as my eyes refocused on the rest of the room I also realize that everything seemed to be disproportionately larger all around.

My eyes had to be playing tricks on me, but I don't remember how I even ended up flat on the carpet. A flashback of my desperate lunge for the door reminded me the possibility that Veronica might find out my secret if I stay here and I quickly spring up off the floor, only to land right back on my ass when I saw the door in front of me. I don't know if I could even have called it a door, more like man’s greatest creation and a world full of trees to build such a large wooden structure. It was huge! I mean big, big! I know I would have been terrified if I wasn't so astonished by it. As stupid as it was I knew the room didn't get bigger, I somehow got smaller!

Right about then it hit me, if I got smaller what about Veronica? I quickly spun around to see if she had shrunken too and my worst fear was brought to life. She hadn't shrunk; she was as big as the room around me.

"Hello Josh, welcome back from lala land." This giantess speaks to me as if nothing was wrong at all. "Veronica! What the hell is going on?" I scream at her while backing up toward the door. "Ah! Don't yell, I can hear you just fine alright?" She says while rubbing her ear like I had just shouted right into it. "Is my voice too loud for you?" She asks suddenly becoming concerned that it might sound as if she were shouting at me as well. "No." I reply when I realize that her voice sounds the same to me as it did before. "Good." She says, "So it also works in reverse then. It sounds like you're talking right into my ear so I can hear you just fine."

"Veronica what is happening, this is freaking me out." I say trying to keep the tremors out of my voice. "This is your answer Josh, to the question that I asked you. The elixir didn't work like I thought it would since you were still able to verbally lie to me, but I guess that you needed to show me more than you needed to tell me." She says while examining my new height.

"I don't understand what is going on Veronica, how did I shrink?" I ask her while knowing I failed at trying not to sound like I'm about to cry. "Well, I don't really know how it happened either, but it did. Your answer has something to do with you shrinking, but I still don't know what it has to do with the question, maybe you could tell me?" She asks me quizzically.

"My answer? Veronica I don't know what you're talking about." I say trying to sound as convincing as I can. "Is it true though, you really don't know what I'm talking about? About that thing, that secret you have that concerns me? Why are you small now Josh?" She asks me while leaning forward and flashing those big almond eyes like twin suns that burn into me, seeing what I don't want them too.

"I really don't Veronica, I don't know, please." I say as I lose the fight against the tears and begin to cry while willing her to believe me.

My body wasn't going to let me be at peace however, and again I felt that enveloping sensation take hold inside and I began to involuntarily move toward the coffee table. "Veron...!" I tried to cry out, completely freaked for what I was doing before my voice quit again and I was rendered unable to speak. I moved in silence, alarmed and unable to divert my course as I walked slowly around the leg of the walnut table. When the rim of Veronica's boot came into view lying on its side with me walking right towards it I felt my heart stop, there was no way she wasn't going to know now. I kept trying to call Veronica's name in terror for what was happening but couldn't make any sound at all. My vocals were completely useless.

As I came out the opposite side of the table near the sofa I looked up desperately at Veronica with her legs crossed before her on the cushion, her huge stocking foot looming overhead as she looked curiously at me before I felt my chin force itself down so that I had to stare into the boot coming before me like a menacing cave. As I got nearer I dropped to my knees and crawled the rest of the way into its threshold, going further into the dark cavern laid before me. All the while tears were streaming down my face and I could only betray myself as I kept going deeper and deeper.

The smell of leather was overpowering at first and I felt dizzy before my senses slowly adjusted to its scent. Nearing the insole of the boot I began to smell the strong aroma left from Veronica's feet. This too was something my senses adjusted to just enough not to pass out. When I reached the insole I didn't stop, but crawled even deeper into the toe section where the smell was the strongest.

Now inside I was in a total blackout and my world was a mix of crisp leather and feminine foot odor that I couldn't escape from. The fantasies I've had about being in this position meant nothing when it was now a reality and I was scared as hell. So scared that even at eighteen I could only curl into a ball and cry like the kid I always tried not to be. I felt like my life was ending and my sanity was just going to slip away.

"Hey Josh, I can hear you crying in there, you alright?" Came Veronica's voice softly flooding my ears again. Still sounding like she spoke out of pockets of air right into my ears. "You going to come out of there Josh, perhaps you like it better in there than out here? What would happen if I forgot that you were in there and slipped my boot on, what do you think would happen with your little body in there Josh?" I can tell by her voice that she was teasing me and enjoying it, but that it wasn't in a cruel way.

"Is this what you've wanted Josh, to be in my boot; is that what you've been hiding from me all of this time?" She coos playfully to me. "Veronica." I mutter trying to force myself to be heard. "Do you need my help Josh; can't you get out of my boot?" She asks still enjoying the moment. "Veronica, please." I utter weakly still having to force any sound to come out of my voice.

"Hmm well if you’re not going to come out then I guess I'm going to have to come in there with you Josh. I know my feet are soft and they're small, but how much room do you think your little body will have beneath them, all squished in my boot with nowhere to go?" She asks while uncrossing her legs and tapping the rim of the boot teasingly with her toes. "Do you want me to step on you Josh, to squish you inside of my boots under my soft feet?" I can hear the smile in her voice as she says it. Then I feel the boot come to life as she begins to slide her foot through the hole into the small space that I occupy, and panic begins to rise within me. "Here I come Josh; I'm getting closer to you. The very object of your fascination and I'm going to rub it all over you be sure." I hear her say as she pushes her foot deeper into my cell, standing the boot up in the process and rolling me flat on my back with my head resting in her toe prints and my body along the length of the insole. I could tell already the ball of her foot was going to press right down on my chest leaving my legs to fend for themselves beneath her arch. The pressure that was soon to come I knew I wasn't going to be able to survive, and it terrified me.

When I felt the toe of her sock come into contact with my leg I gasped involuntarily at its sudden warm presence. "There you are Josh, I found where you're hiding now. Just listen to my voice and I'll describe to you how you feel as I insert my foot." She whispers soothingly to me, her voice actually calming me just enough from panicking. "I've reached your legs Josh, I can tell that you're lying on your back waiting for me. Is that how you wanted to position yourself? So that you can feel me work my way up to you? I'll do this slow for you Josh, I'll let you feel me along the way alright?" She coos to me as I try to focus on her gentle voice instead of the dread I felt was going to make me blackout. "Your legs feel like they're shaking, is it because you're cold in there? I can warm you up, my feet are very warm so don't worry. I bet my feet could always keep you warm if you lived beneath them, huh Josh." She says as I feel her toes gently press down on my shaking legs then raise and press down again ever so gently. Just enough to still them with each press before moving up a fraction closer to consuming me.

 "You feel just like a toy in there Josh, my little four inch doll man aren't you? Playing in my boot waiting for me to warm you with my feet. Isn't that what you’re doing, you wanted to become my living toy for me to play with?" She says when her toes reach my groin and press firmly against it only to raise up and then lower again, massaging me methodically. Her toes don't move any further but stay pressing my groin beneath them. "Ver.. veronica, e..ever .. since the.. the ninth .. grade." I manage to whisper between the gasps of sheer pleasure that quickly escalated to overrun my forgotten panic. "Mmmm." I hear her moan. "You've thought about this that long Josh? Dreaming about being a toy in my shoe while we were sitting in class? It’s no wonder your grades were always struggling when I was on your mind instead of your books." She emphasizes by grinding her toe firmly against my crotch, forcing me to squirm beneath her.

"You're quite funny in my shoe, no matter how many times I press on you, your body just presses right back." Veronica chuckles as her second toe finds itself between my legs and presses firmly against my uncontrolled convulsions against her foot, pinning me beneath it. With support of her big toe she pushes her middle toe deep into my groin and twists me forcefully beneath it. The immense pressure of her weight bearing down on me was overwhelming as my nuts were mashed painfully, mercilessly, and yet pleasure sparked through my senses like so many live wires. Her toe kept stroking me well beyond my limit, forcing me to gasp and convulse as the pain in my squashed nuts arched through my body with every heart beat. The pressure being inflicted into my groin was making it impossible to release, prolonging it, and forcing me to endure such an intense feeling of ecstasy beyond anything I'd ever felt in my life.

When she started whispering to me through the erotic torture in her boot it only worked to enhance the explosion she wasn't letting happen. I wasn't even so much aware of being trapped within her boot any longer, my mind was in and out of conscious reality and getting lost in stark, numbing pleasure. Throughout the ordeal I would hear pockets of air breathing into my ear as Veronica spoke seductively to me trapped within her prison.

"Not yet Josh not yet, you're almost there now. Let me squash years of sexual repression out of you and I'll give you what you need soon. I can control you this way, and I might just squash you like this for quite some time. I don't know how, but I can feel your pleasure Josh, squirming against my foot you don’t want me to stop do you. I can feel your need flowing into me in there. It's so electric." Her words were as intense as the feeling she was mashing into me. She could set me free at any time, but she was also enjoying pressing the emotions I've had about her right out of me. Through this assault from her unforgiving toes I wasn't able to focus on the fear of the situation or my predicament at all, only the feeling of her absorbing me into her toes while gifting me with her gentle voice through the entire ordeal beneath her.

I lost track of time and all conception of anything else around me in the darkness of her shoe beneath the heat of her foot. Endless minutes of continuous grinding when I was finished in seconds I didn't think Veronica was ever going to let up and I grasped desperately at the ends of her thick sock trying to find relief; and then the pressure was gone. I thrust up at her toe as my body tensed and locked volley after volley against her foot. As her toe raised all the way up and my body was right with it she again pushed me back down against the sole of her boot for another firm press that flattened my nuts and lasted for an eternity, only to release me again with a second set of body locked volleys into my now soiled pants. She did it one final time forcing me through a series of empty volleys that sapped all the remaining strength right out of me. Finally she allowed my body to drop back against the insole before lowering her toes over me and just softly rubbing me while I gasped for breath and my senses returned slowly one by one. My hands were resting on the tips of her toes spontaneously flexing to my breathing.

Veronica listened to me slowly calming down while she continued to press me until I was soft again before letting her toes come to rest. "I never thought I affected you that way Josh. It makes me happy you've had this inside of you all along, you made me feel like quite a goddess just now." She tells me softly as the rhythm of my heartbeat returns to normal. "It’s not over yet though Josh, I don't even have my boot on all the way and we've already shared this much together."

Her voice gave way her amusement, and as I listened to her words the shock of them hit me at last with such ferocity that my body trembled. Here I was trapped in Veronica's boot; having come here against my will due to my own deep seeded need I could never run from and she actually wanted me here. Without even questioning it she had taken initiative that if I needed this enough to have forced myself to crawl into her boot, she was going to put it on and wear me like an accessory, treating me as one even as she had just used me sexually, forcing me to concensually accept I needed this and she wasn't going to leave room for second guessing this absolute truth. I was being faced point blank with one of my most impossible, even terrifying fantasies and Veronica for all intents and purposes appeared to truly want to bring my dream into reality. I'm not quite sure how my heart hadn't exploded upon that dawning realization.

"Veronica, I ... just; thank you." I whisper while lying prone in her boot held firmly under her powerful toes still resting against my hips. "It was my pleasure, truely, all of this is very new to me, and honestly I would be lying if I said I haven't loved the experience, or even become excited by it. I know I haven't given you a choice, but, well I am without regret. Somehow through your transformation I can feel, literally feel, what you need me to do. I've never experienced anything so strong as this before, your very essense crying out to me, shouting for me to grab it and not let go.."

"I don't understand, Veronica, what are you saying? My essense?" I ask, the confusion from what she was telling me turning to apprehension. Having no comprehension of any of this, indeed believing it was in no way possible to be reduced to the size of a living doll not even an hour before, spun like a dizzying cacophony through my head. I don't know what epiphany Veronica was getting from this, but her further understanding of my situation than my own was doing nothing to put me at ease. If it were only a dream, it would be one remarkable dream, but I wasn't waking up from this, I was living it. What if I died here?

The thought was out there before I could nip it in the bud and there it was bared in all its ugliness. I've been turned into a doll, I don't have control of my own body, impossible things have happened to me and the only person seeming to understand any of this was Veronica, who seemed unwilling to turn against the rocky course we seemed to be barrelling into. After the blissful euphoria I had experienced at the beckoning of her toes my rationale was returning and fear started weeding its way into my thoughts.

"Veronica listen to me, I .. I've shrunk. I .. I'm not sure if my life is in danger. I want to trust you, I do, I'm just scared. I don't know what's going on, and no matter how hard I try I can't wake up." I say, actually starting to choke up as the realization of my situation filters deeper into my reasoning. Veronica did this to me with her drink, and that thought nags at me so much. I just really, really want to trust her, but I know right now I just can't. I can't trust anyone, I can't even trust myself. I can't trust anything, anymore.

"Let us see where this leads us, okay. It looks like you're to be the passenger in all of this, and the best thing you can do right now is try your best to hang on for the ride. You can't hear it, but everything I'm doing to you, everything that I am going to do to you .. you need it so much. I know you're afraid, and I understand. But it is that very fear that makes this so real for you. Josh, become my foot toy, become mine to step on and do whatever I want to. I'm going to turn you into my accessory. I will squash you into the soles of my feet because that is what you most need from me right now. You're just going to have to believe that I'm right." She says as I feel her toes begin to press into my stomach, trying to keep rhythm with my breathing.

Her words are so damn alarming I can feel myself begin to hyperventilate. Hang on for the ride, trapped within her boot under the immediate threat of her putting it on and wearing me within? That's just crazy! Near instantly my thoughts go careening into morbid images of my body expanding and bursting beneath the immeasurable pressure of her cotton sock constricting me into paste. An indominable mountain crashing upon the valley below, how could I hope to survive this! It was in that moment where I felt a wave of resignation sweep through me, the dream and the reality crashing together and cancelling each other out in a flurry of calming waters. If I had to go, well, this was Veronica .. right? I'm under her foot, Veronica's foot. My crush from I don't remember how long. I guess I couldn't hope for a better witness to mark my passing. I don't know where it was coming from, but under such bizarre circumstances, I could feel myself begin to come to peace with this possibility.

As Veronica's foot slides in a little further with her toes brushing against my ribcage I feel the ball of her foot pinning my legs and know that it won't be long. The thought of being crushed does come back, but not as badly as before. If anyone was to take away my life then I would want it to be Veronica I realized, if I had to die then I wanted it to be against her foot. As if sensing what I was thinking her toes simply brushed my chest softly like she was giving me time to think about what was soon to happen.

She never outright said she was really going to kill me, like she wanted to crush me beneath her foot; I don't remember her ever saying that this was what she was going to do to me, but then I guess she might not realize what it would mean for her to step on my fragile body with so much pressure. The result I thought was pretty obvious, but then I’m the one trapped in her black leather boot so I have a much better perspective. She simply stated possibilities that it could happen, but never said that it would. I ran this reasoning through my head over and over as the seconds turned to minutes, her toes advancing agonizingly slow in their unstoppable mission to consume me.

"Hey Josh, what kind of thoughts are you having in there?" Veronica askes, breaking me from my dark reverie. "How are you enjoying that smell my little foot boy. It must be getting strong for you being so close to your nose." She says while wafting her toes toward my face, her sock gently brushing my chin. I actually didn't know why the scent of her foot doesn't completely repulse me at this size in such close proximity. Even with the fetish I would have imagined being at this size would have made the odour unbearable. Her sock did have a feminine smell of sweat, leather, and dirty feet, but not at all worse than if I was full size and she was forcing her feet on me. Really it didn't make sense in such a confined space with nothing but Veronica's dirty foot swallowing me more and more beneath it, it should have been much worse. But in the aspect of what makes sense I was reminded that none of this makes sense anyway, none of it.

Out of irrisistable and morbid curiosity I had to lean forward and press my nose against that foot to smell it just to see if it got any stronger. Veronica must have felt my face brush against her because she suddenly pushed my head back and spread her toes to envelop my face within the suffocating mesh of her sock. She clamped her toes around my head and forced me to breath between them with her stocking as a filter. The smell increased dramatically, I felt my head spin, but it wasn't as bad as it should have been. "How do you like that, Josh, breathing in between my toes? Did you ever fantasize about smelling my feet before?" Veronica asks with inherent amusement. "They smell strong, just not as much as I thought they were going to." I admit in a muffled response, my face smothered in her steamy hot sock.

"Did you think they were going to stink?" She asks in mock anger while pressing the mesh more firmly against my face, relishing in pinching my head between her toes. "Well I have a theory,” she mentions after a moments pause, “since I was the one who created and gave you the elixir, maybe your senses are somehow linked to mine. That's why you can hear me and I can hear you, because your senses are the same as if you were still unchanged. I don't know how to explain it clearly, but I can feel you, in a curious sort of way. Almost like I can feel you emotionally as well as physically. I don't want to alarm you, but it's almost like I can read your thoughts, at least enough to get the gist of what you're thinking. I'm not trying to be intrusive, but it seems to be important to the spell you're under in response to this secret you're revealing to me. Which brings up another thing and I hope you'll be able to forgive my forwardness sometime. I'm really not the kind of person who would open up someone like I've done to you, but these really are special circumstances.

I had to think about that one for a while, I mean for all I knew, and logic points strongly in that direction as well, my life was truly in the balance here. Veronica had such a personalized power over me if it were anyone else I know I would have been exploding in anger right now, but no matter how deeply I thought about this I couldn't remain angry with her over what she's done to me. Especially after that incredible experience beneath her toes shortly after this all began.

"Yeah, maybe your right. It would explain why your voice isn't deafening and your feet aren't making me pass out." I agree after concidering how to respond to her, deciding to let it go for now that she has manipulated and indeed even broken the very solidity of my beliefs in what was real and was impossible. "Hey, you like this remember, my feet shouldn't even stink to you. They should smell sweet like flowers." She replies, giggling absurdly over the idea of someone smelling her feet like roses.

"Alright Josh, now that my boot is all the way on I’m going to lace it up ok?" Came the sudden words that snapped me back to reality. I wasn't as ready to die as I thought. I didn't want to die this way...