"SO WHAT'S IT GONNA BE TONIGHT, LITTLE ONE?  LEFT OR RIGHT?"

Dan deliberated Becky's question, but knew she was impatient these days ever since...well, it's best to back up a little bit.

Dan and Becky had met 2 years earlier.  They were both intelligent and complemented each other well.  They had both been to college and had respectable jobs that could be done from home.  One might think that they would tire of each other, but it couldn't be further from the truth.  They bought a very nice home in Ohio that, most importantly to them, had no neighbors..at least not within 5 miles.  They enjoyed their privacy..and all they needed was each other. 

Things change, however, about a year into their relationship.  One morning, after pulling herself out of bed, Becky stumbled into the bathroom to brush her teeth, wondering where Dan was.  She peeked over, toothbrush in mouth, and couldn't see his 6'2" figure in their bed.  After her teeth were brushed, she walked back to their bed, sat down, and reached for her phone and dialed Dan's cell number.  Sitting with her phone gripped between her shoulder and ear, she slid her feet into her slippers.  At that moment, she felt something in her right slipper...was it a bug?  A bread crumb?  She didn't have time to wonder, however, as Dan's phone began to ring.  She stood up and traced the ringing to the top drawer of his nightstand.  Thoroughly confused, Becky walked downstairs, wondering where he could be.

About an hour had passed since Becky had woken and began to search for Dan and her concern was growing with each passing minute.  Finally having run out of places to look, she crumpled onto the couch.  Her mind started racing.  "Did he leave me?", she thought.  "Why would he leave his phone?"  She hadn't realized it, but she sat there for 20 minutes letting her mind wander when she felt that familiar tickle between her toes.  She had been bouncing her right foot, as she did when she was nervous, and her toes felt slippery with a small amount of anxious sweat. 

Agitated with whatever was wedged between her toes, Becky removed her right slipper to alleviate the tickling sensation.  She checked in her slipper but saw nothing.  She grabbed her foot and turned it to face her and her jaw dropped to the floor. 

"WHAT THE--OH MY GOD....Dan?!"

"Yeah Becky, it's me!"

She could barely hear him..or see him, for that matter.  He looked to be just under an inch tall. 

"HOW DID YOU GET SO SMALL? AND WHAT ARE YOU DOING BETWEEN MY TOES!?"

Dan looked into Becky's eyes.  There was something different in them.  Something he'd never seen before.  He wasn't sure what it was, exactly...but he was starting to get worried..he wondered why Becky hadn't removed him from her feet yet.  She was just staring at him, waiting for his answer.

"Umm..I really don't know, honey.  I woke up this morning and I was like this.  I was about to try and get your attention...but then you got up..and I fell to the floor.  I saw your feet coming down so I jumped into your slipper.  I don't know what I was thinking...I guess I wasn't.  I just didn't want to get crushed."

Becky continued to stare at him; there was a sense of wonder in her eyes, and a playful lift on the corners of her luscious lips.

"SO YOU FIGURED YOU'D JUST HANG OUT IN MY SLIPPER?  HOW'D YOU LIKE IT IN THERE? HAHAHA!"

Becky was clearly enjoying this.  Although they both worked, Dan had always been the "provider", in a sense.  He was pretty much the one in charge and Becky didn't seem to mind.  But now, as Dan looked into his girlfriend's big brown eyes, his concern turned to fear.  She still hadn't removed him from her feet, and she hadn't broken eye contact with him since she found him.

"Do we have to keep talking while I'm stuck with your toes?  How come you haven't pulled me out of here yet anyway?"

"OH, SORRY HONEY.  YOU JUST LOOK REALLY CUTE DOWN THERE.  I WASN'T EVEN THINKING."

Without hesitating, she gently grabbed him with 2 fingers and placed him on the coffee table.  He was glad to be away from her feet, as they had been sweating slightly and didn't exactly smell like roses, but he couldn't get what she had just said out of his head.  She didn't say anything else, she just continued to stare with a blissful smile on her face.

"Why are you staring at me like that??"

"WHAT?"

"You're just staring at me!  Why don't you go call someone?"

"HAHA, WHO DO YOU WANT ME TO CALL? THE POLICE? THE HOSPITAL?  NO WAY.  I'VE BEEN THINKING THESE PAST FEW MINUTES ABOUT WHAT WE SHOULD DO, AND I'VE DECIDED..."

Dan sat in suspense.  He had picked up on the fact that she emphasized the word "I".  She paused.  She wanted Dan to know that her decision was pretty much the way things were going to be, as he was in no position to argue.

"...decided what?  Come on!"

Dan was beginning to get impatient and slightly angry.

"...WE'RE NOT GOING TO DO ANYTHING."

"...what?!  What do you mean we're not going to do anything?

"JUST WHAT I SAID, DAN.  IF I CALL SOMEONE, ALL THEY'RE GOING TO DO IS COME HERE AND TAKE YOU AWAY FROM ME.  THEY'LL PROBABLY EXPERIMENT ON YOU AND I MAY NEVER SEE YOU AGAIN.  WOULD YOU LIKE THAT?

"..well...no, honey.  Of course not, but we have to do something."

Dan had changed his tone, as he knew that Becky was just concerned for his well being.

"THERE'S REALLY NOTHING THAT CAN BE DONE, SWEETY.  YOU'RE, LIKE, REALLY LITTLE...AND WE HAVE NO IDEA HOW IT HAPPENED.  I THINK THE BEST THING WE CAN DO IS JUST WAIT AND SEE IF YOU GROW BACK."

"What about work?  I've got several deadlines this month and--"

"--DON'T WORRY, SWEETHEART.  I JUST GOT THAT RAISE LAST MONTH AND I'LL MAKE PLENTY FOR US IN THE MEANTIME."

"No honey.  I can't let you just support both of us like this."

"DAN, LOOK HOW TINY YOU ARE.  HOW ARE YOU GOING TO STOP ME!  HAHA!  SERIOUSLY THOUGH, YOU DON'T HAVE TO FEEL BAD.  I MEAN, IT'S NOT LIKE I'M GONNA BREAK THE BANK TAKING CARE OF YOU. HOW MUCH COULD YOU REALLY EAT AT THAT SIZE?"

They both chuckled and, for the first time that day, Dan felt somewhat at ease.  He looked up at his girlfriend's eyes and felt safe.  He didn't enjoy the fact that his entire body smelled of her feet; it almost felt like she had marked him with her scent..as if he now belonged to her...he believed these to be crazy, paranoid thoughts, but he felt too ashamed to mention them to her. 

"SO, YOU WANNA GO BACK IN MY SLIPPER?"

"God, no!  It smelled so--"

"SO WHAT?  ARE YOU SAYING MY FEET SMELL, LITTLE DAN?"

Her cute face wrinkled up and Dan was not sure whether she was being serious.  He hoped she was joking.  How could she think that her feet didn't smell?  Still, she was SO much bigger than him, and he didn't know what a giant, angry Becky was capable of.

"What? ..no..they don't...It's just..umm--"

"SO THEY DON'T SMELL?"

He was tripping all over his words.  He didn't know what to say to her.

"No!"

"OK, SO YOU WON'T MIND HANGING OUT WITH MY LEFT FOOT?  I MEAN, YOU WERE IN MY RIGHT SLIPPER FOR LIKE OVER AN HOUR.  MY LEFT ONE IS A LITTLE JEALOUS."

With that, Becky wrapped her giant fingers around Dan's frail body and began moving him to her slipper.  He didn't struggle, and he didn't beg.  He was terrified of offending her.  Just before reaching her slipper, she stopped and turned him to face her. 

"DID YOU THINK I WAS SERIOUS?  HAHAHA.  OH, POOR DAN!"

She was laughing hysterically and Dan was red with embarrassment.

"YOU WERE REALLY GONNA LET ME PUT YOU IN MY SLIPPER!  YOU WERE READY TO HANG OUT WITH MY FEET ALL DAY TODAY!  I GUESS YOU REALLY DID LIKE IT IN THERE, HUH?

"No!  Of course not!  I just didn't want to offend you by telling you that I didn't want to"

Confused, but giggly, Becky responded

"SO, YOU WERE GOING TO SPEND ALL DAY WITH MY FEET JUST TO KEEP ME FROM BEING ANGRY THEN?"

Dan paused.  He knew that the honest answer to this question was yes, but he didn't want to say it.  He knew that if he did, he would lose ground in their relationship.  He would lose his standing...he would lose his position as the one in charge.  But, with every breath through his nose, he smelled his girlfriend's feet on his skin.  How could he be in charge anymore?

"Yes..."

His entire body ached from embarrassment, but Becky just giggled and looked incredibly happy.  Dan could see her mind leaving her body; leaving the couch, leaving the conversation, and leaving Dan's stress and turmoil.  He wondered where she had gone in her own head.  What was more important than him and his wellbeing at this point?  He would soon know all too well the scenarios playing out in Becky's head, giving her an ear to ear grin as she grasped her tiny boyfriend in her right hand.

"SO, ARE YOU HUNGRY?  DO YOU WANT ME TO MAKE YOU SOMETHING TO EAT?"

Becky had finally snapped back into reality to find her tiny boyfriend standing on their coffee table, intently staring at her, waiting for her to acknowledge his existence.

"Ok."

Smiling, Becky got up and walked into the kitchen to prepare them breakfast and Dan watched her as she walked away.  She was so big and he still couldn't wrap his mind around it.  She was only 5'9".  She should be looking up at him...looking up to him.  But now, even from atop the coffee table, he had to crane his neck just to watch her shapely ass shake as she walked.  He had a clear view of her as she started toasting some bread and preparing the stove for a few strips of bacon.  "God, she looked incredible", he thought, "but terrifying at the same time."  She stood there in her sleep attire, for she hadn't showered since waking, and she had no idea how godly she appeared in his eyes. 

She wore her tight, white T-shirt and a pair of black panties with red polka dots.  Her shirt was obviously stressed and stretched from containing her 36C breasts and, due to her cute walk, she had a bit of a wedgie.  He remembered staring at her body a lot when he was her size, but it was never with the fear and the respect that he felt now.  Just one of her breasts, one of her cheeks...hell, one of her toes could smother him or even crush him.  His eyes wandered down her luscious thighs, past her calves, and stopped at her bare feet.  Dan had never really been one for feet, but he couldn't help but find hers to be pretty cute.  She was always very adamant about keeping them pretty, evident from her fresh pedicure and painted toe nails that matched her underwear (not an accident).  But, just like the rest of her, he looked at her feet in a different way.  He felt almost as if they were in charge of him.  He remembered that the scent of her feet was surrounding his body and, as he watched her large toes wiggle as she cooked, he felt very uneasy by how easily he'd  suddenly stopped noticing her scent on his skin.

"ALRIGHT!  WE'VE GOT EGGS AND WE'VE GOT BACON."

Becky set her plate down and tore a very tiny piece from one of her strips of bacon and placed it in front of Dan.  He immediately devoured it, much to Becky's delight.  As she ate her meal, she asked if he wanted anymore, to which he told her he was full.

"WOW, I MEAN...YEAH, YOU'RE REALLY LITTLE AND ALL...BUT I GUESS I JUST DIDN'T REALIZE HOW LITTLE FOOD IT WOULD TAKE TO FILL YOU UP.  IT'S ACTUALLY ADORABLE!"

Dan really didn't like the tone in which she was speaking to him.  A listener would have thought she was talking to a child or worse: a pet. 

"So, why did you--"

"OH, I HAVE A QUESTION"

Becky, mouth half full, had cut Dan off half way through his sentence.  He knew that he was small, but he also knew that she could hear him.  Why would she deliberately interrupt him?  It's not as if what she has to say is more important...right?

"What is it?"

"WHAT WAS IT LIKE IN MY SLIPPER?  I WAS THINKING ABOUT IT THE WHOLE TIME I WAS COOKING.  WAS IT SCARY IN THERE?  TELL ME EVERYTHING!"

Dan, startled by how interested Becky was in his experience, decided to tell her.

"Well...I woke up, I guess about 10 minutes before you, to find myself this size.  I tried to--"

"NO, NO.  Dan, YOU ALREADY TOLD ME THAT PART! FAST FORWARD TO THE PART WHERE YOU WERE IN MY SLIPPER."

"Um...OK.  So I jumped in your slipper and ran to the toe section."

He saw her, previously somewhat engaged in the conversation, now leaning forward, trying (but failing) to hide a devilish grin.

"WHY'D YOU RUN TO THE TOE SECTION?  DIDN'T YOU THINK I MIGHT PUT THEM ON?"

"Yeah, when I jumped in, I knew right away that it was a bad idea.  But I was too terrified to move.  I was in the middle of trying to clear my head and find out what happened when.."

"YES??"

"When I saw your foot coming in."

"WHAT WAS THAT LIKE FOR YOU?"

"It was scary.  I mean, I thought I was going to get crushed by your feet.  Luckily though, the inside of the slipper was very soft and, since your toes were just as soft, I came to realize I wasn't in any danger at all."

"DID YOU LIKE IT?"

"No! Of course not!  I mean, they were really soft, and they were really warm, but they smelled...strange."

"..LIKE, BAD?"

"No.  I wouldn't say they smelled bad.  They just gave me this really funny feeling."

Becky smiled down at Dan.  "Did she think I liked it in there?" He thought. "What if she tries to put me back in there?" Dan continued.

"YOU ARE TOO CUTE!  KEEP GOING."

"When you got up and started walking, your toes were rising and falling...and I was constantly rubbing up against them.  And then, after 20 minutes or so, they started sweating and I was just literally sliding around between them."

"BUT YOU NEVER FELT LIKE YOU WERE ABOUT TO BE CRUSHED THOUGH?"

"No.  Like I said, the inside of the slipper was really soft and your toes felt like--"

Dan stopped himself.  He didn't know why he was about to tell her this.  It couldn't have been a good idea, not with how interested she was.

"...FELT LIKE WHAT?  AWWW, YOU GOTTA TELL ME NOW, HONEY.  FELT LIKE WHAT?"

"...they felt like soft pillows."

"AWW.  THAT IS THE MOST ADORABLE THING I'VE EVER HEARD!"

Becky had a look on her face, a look someone gets when they're remembering their first christmas or birthday.

"YOU KNOW, I COULD FEEL YOU IN THERE PRETTY MUCH THE WHOLE TIME.  I JUST THOUGHT YOU WERE A BUG, OR A PIECE OF LINT OR SOMETHING.  IF I'D HAVE KNOWN IT WAS MY BOYFRIEND..."

She paused, and he didn't know why.

"...You'd have gotten me out sooner, right?"

"...YEAH, HONEY.  OF COURSE."

She picked Dan up and brought him to her face.  He was now inches away from her lips and he stared into her giant eyes.  Something inside of him, probably inside of her as well, was changing and, as much as he wanted to fight it, he couldn't.  He couldn't even explain what it was, but as he felt her eyes on him, he knew that he was losing something.  She brought his tiny body closer and mashed his body into her full lips.

"OH WOW, HONEY. YOU WERE DEFINITELY WITH MY FEET FOR AWHILE, HUH?  YOU SMELL JUST LIKE THEM!"

Finally, it was embarrassing to hear her say it out loud, but at least now he was going to get the smell off his body. 

"ALRIGHT, I'D BETTER GO DO THESE DISHES AND GET READY FOR THE DAY, DON'T GO ANYWHERE!"

She grabbed a deep shoebox from the closet and placed him inside.  Satisfied with the box's height and her boyfriend's inability to escape, she smiled down at him and gently stroked his hair with her finger tip.

"OK HONEY, AFTER THE DISHES, I'M GOING TO HOP IN THE SHOWER.  I'LL BE RIGHT BACK!"

He stood there in the shoebox baffled. "What had happened from the moment she kissed me to the moment she set me down?" He pondered.  "Did she just forget that I was covered in her sweat?  Why wouldn't she offer to clean me or wash me off?"  And then, Dan had a startling realization.  All of the sudden, he hoped that she had simply forgotten about the smell of her toes covering his body.  He knew, however, that she couldn't have forgotten.  The only possible explanation was...she wanted him to smell like her feet...

"WELL, JEEZ!  I'M AN IDIOT, AREN'T I?"

"Thank God," Dan thought, "she's coming back to clean me off.  Better late than never, I suppose."

Seconds passed, and then a minute or two...and still no sign of Becky.  Dan felt incredibly vulnerable sitting in that box, just waiting for his girlfriend to come out.  Finally, she emerged from their bedroom.  She was now wearing tight, gray yoga pants, a bright orange tank top, and a pair of checkered socks.  Confused, Dan asked what she was doing.

"IT'S THURSDAY, HONEY.  I'VE GOT TO MEET BRITTANY AT HER HOUSE FOR YOGA PRACTICE.  YEAH, I'VE ACTUALLY GOT TO BE THERE IN AN HOUR SO I NEED TO LEAVE RIGHT NOW."

"Whaa...What about me?  You can't just leave me here in this box!"

Up until that point, a powerful grin was essentially glued to her face, but then her brow wrinkled.

"HONEY, I CAN'T LET YOU OUT OF THERE.  I GOTTA KEEP YOU SAFE.  I CAN'T HAVE YOU JUST WONDERING AROUND OUR HOUSE AT YOUR SIZE.  YOU UNDERSTAND, RIGHT?  ANYWAY, I PROMISED BRITTANY I'D MEET HER TODAY."

It clearly didn't take much anymore for Becky to win an argument, Dan realized.  He didn't want to be in the box, and she wanted to keep him in there.  He knew that she would get her way.  Defeated, he slumped down in the box and pouted.

"AWW HONEY.  I KNOW THIS HAS GOT TO BE REALLY HARD FOR YOU.  DON'T WORRY THOUGH, I PROMISE YOU'LL GET USED TO THIS EVENTUALLY."

Becky wasn't even looking at him at this point.  She was too focused on putting her white sneakers on.

"Used to this?!  You're the one saying we should sit, wait, and hope I grow back.  Now you're saying I have to get used to this?"

Becky rolled her eyes.

"LISTEN, I DON'T HAVE TIME TO ARGUE WITH YOU.  I HAVE TO GO.  YOU'LL PROBABLY BE IN THERE FOR A FEW HOURS SO I'LL GET YOU SOMETHING SOFT TO LAY DOWN ON."

Becky went back into their bedroom for a moment and emerged with the pair of polka dot underwear she had on earlier.  In a rush, she tossed them into the box, accidentally covering Dan. 

"Hey!  These are the ones you wore last night!"

"OH...", Becky giggled, "SORRY SWEETY.  MUST HAVE SLIPPED MY MIND.  WELL, I'M GONNA HAVE TO SPEED AS IT IS, SO I'LL SEE YOU LATER. LOVE YOU!"

"Honey, wait!"

With an annoyed sigh, Becky turned around at the door.

"WHAT?"

"...Don't tell Brittany, OK?"

The smile Dan had seen all morning crept back onto his giant girlfriend's face.

"DON'T WORRY, LITTLE ONE.  I WON'T TELL HER."

With that, she walked out the door, but not before turning the thermostat down to 68, leaving her tiny boyfriend with nothing to do but cuddle up on top of his girlfriend's worn underwear. 

Dan would have liked to sit and wonder what had happened to cause him to shrink, but he was far too busy trying to interpret the actions of his girlfriend.  He knew she was intelligent.  Very intelligent.  Surely, she had a purpose for the things she was doing.  There had to be a reason why she didn't want to wash her sweat off of him. Why, of all her underwear, she grabbed the ones that she had worn all day yesterday.  Why she turned the thermostat down on the way out the door.  She clearly had an agenda and Dan knew there was nothing he could do.  In just a few hours, everything had changed.  Becky was now in charge and that was that.

He was especially worried that Becky would tell Brittany of his predicament.  Brittany was a friend of Becky.  She was 19 years old, 4 years younger than Becky and Dan.  Though, it wasn't all too clear why they were such good friends.  Becky was very intelligent and Brittany, while not stupid, certainly didn't have the same passion for learning.  It could probably be due to the fact that her parents were millionaires.  When she turned 18, her father gave her permission to find a home that he would pay for.  In addition, he told her that she would never have to work...that he would provide her with all the money she needed.  Becky's parents were friends with Brittany's parents and, while they were pleasant to each other, they didn't really build their friendship until Brittany coincidentally moved to a nice home only 15 miles from Dan and Becky.

Dan loved Becky with every fiber of his being, but he simply couldn't deny how attractive Brittany was.  Her breasts were significantly above average, at a staggering 36DD and her ass was perky and huge.  When she was around, he simply couldn't control his eyes, best he tried.  Once her hips started swaying, it was as if each of her enormous cheeks were magnets for his retinas, and he would have to force himself to look away from her bouncing globes.  He couldn't recall her ever catching him staring, but he knew women had to have a 6th sense about those kinds of things.  He shamefully wondered to himself what her ass would look like to him now, at his current size.  "God", he thought, "her cheeks would probably look like planets to me."

As the house got colder, Dan had no choice but to crawl into the leg hole of her panties.  As soon as he got in, he couldn't believe how much warmer he became.  "I'll bet she was wearing them under her yoga pants", Dan thought, "and she took them off in the bedroom."  He felt humiliated cuddled up inside of her underwear.  The smell was rather intoxicating, though.  He'd always enjoyed the smell of Becky, and this was a significant step up from her slipper.  As the warmth and heavenly scent surrounded his tiny body, Dan fought the growing weight of his eyelids until he could no longer stay awake.

SLAM!

Dan awoke from his slumber rather abruptly when he heard the door slam closed.  He struggled to find his way out of his girlfriend's underwear and, as he had just about found his way out, he heard laughter.  Two distinctly different laughs...

"GOOD GOD, BECKS!  YOU DEFINITELY WEREN'T KIDDING!  HE IS SO TINY..AND SOOOO ADORABLE!"

"I KNOW, I CAN'T GET OVER IT!"

Dan was embarrassed before, but to see these two gorgeous women looking down at him completely humbled him.

"Honey...", Dan said cautiously, "I thought you said you weren't going to tell anyone about this..."

"OH, I DIDN'T KNOW YOU WERE SERIOUS ABOUT THAT!  BESIDES, I CAN'T KEEP SOMETHING AS ADORABLE AS YOU ALL TO MYSELF!"

Dan looked up at the two women.  They looked like angels to him.  He could barely see past Brittany's breasts to her face.  Just as Dan was about to respond, Brittany reached into the shoebox and pinched Dan between her two fingers, and brought him up to her angelic face.  "She hadn't even asked Becky." Dan thought.  "Wait a minute, what's wrong with me? She should be asking me, not Becky!"

Dan zoomed past her crotch, past her stomach, past her breasts to arrive at her angelic face.

"HOLY COW, HE STILL SMELLS LIKE YOUR FEET, ALRIGHT!"

"She knew?" Dan thought, infuriated, "Not only did Becky tell Brittany about my situation, but she also told her about my time between her toes?"  Dan couldn't believe it.  He was at the mercy of this gorgeous 19 year old, and he felt so betrayed. 

"ALRIGHT HUN.  I'M GONNA HOP IN THE SHOWER AND WASH THIS SWEAT OFF MY BODY.  YOU WOULDN'T BELIEVE HOW HARD BRITTANY AND I WORKED TODAY!  BRITTANY, CAN YOU WATCH HIM FOR A BIT TILL I GET BACK OUT?"

"SURE THING, GIRL."

Dan's tiny heart began to pound as his girlfriend, his safety, left him with this smiling woman. 

"SO, HOW DO YOU LIKE BEING THIS SMALL?"

"Well, it's--"

Once Becky was in the bathroom, Brittany's entire mood changed.

"--SHUT UP.  YA KNOW, I KNOW HOW MUCH OF A PERVERT YOU ARE, Dan.  IT WAS KIND OF FUNNY AT FIRST, BUT IT STARTED TO GET REALLY ANNOYING TO ALWAYS TURN AROUND TO FIND YOU STARING AT MY ASS."

"Whaa...I wouldn't...I didn't..."

"OH, NOW YOU'RE GOING TO LIE?"

Now Brittany was grasping Dan with her entire fist.  She had fire in her eyes and she gradually began to squeeze him tighter. He could see beads of sweat formed in her brow from her workout.

"WELL, YOU SHRINKING IS PROBABLY FOR THE BEST THEN, HUH?  NOW YOU GET A CHANCE TO REALLY ENJOY MY ASS."

To Dan's horror, she lowered the hand holding him, he slowly passed her massive breasts, her ribs, her lower back...she was now holding him directly in front of her giant ass. 

"WELL?  HOW'S IT LOOK?"

Dan couldn't even speak.  He was simply in awe.  His girlfriend's toes, petite and cute, were at least twice as large as he, and now he was facing Brittany's enormous ass.  He couldn't even comprehend how large it was in comparison to him.  It covered his peripherals.  It was his entire world at the moment. He could practically smell her sweaty cheeks through her VERY short, sweat-soaked yoga shorts. 

"WELL?"

Dan tried to speak, but his throat was too dry.  He just continued to stare.  He was horrified, he was aroused, but mostly, he was hoping that his girlfriend...his guardian, would emerge to save him.

"AHH..HOW SILLY OF ME.  I GUESS YOU'RE PROBABLY NOT CLOSE ENOUGH, HUH?"

With that, she lowered her skin tight shorts, revealing her flawless, impossibly smooth cheeks.  Dan didn't have much time to admire them, however.

"ALRIGHT.. A LITTLE CLOSER."

She began to knead Dan into the flesh of her right cheek.  She pressed him several inches into the flesh of her butt and giggled at his gasping when she allowed him to breathe.  She loved the way his body felt pressed into her cheek.  She loved the way her ass reformed to its bubbly shape the moment he was pulled away from it.  She continued to play with him for another 5 minutes before deciding it was time to finish what she'd started.

"ALRIGHT, TIME FOR US TO GO HOME.  HAVE FUN IN MY ASS, YOU LITTLE SHIT."

Grasping Dan with two fingers on her right hand, Brittany grasped her left cheek with her left hand and pulled it.  She had created a gap between her cheeks.  Dan couldn't believe how easily she could move what seemed to him to be literally tons of soft flesh.  His thoughts were cut short.  Brittany gently but firmly pressed Dan's tiny body into the new space between her massive, glistening cheeks.  When she was comfortable with his depth in her ass, she slowly and torturously released her left cheek, allowing her incredible ass to swallow the tiny man.  She giggled at the new feeling of his little body being hugged by her butt. He was cold against her skin, but was quickly warming up.  As she pulled her yoga shorts up, she could feel her cheeks compressing into each other from the material's tightness and she let out a squeal of delight.  The added pressure on Dan's body caused him to squirm in terror.  Completely satisfied with what she had just done to her friend's boyfriend, she slapped her own ass and enjoyed the feeling of electricity that traveled from her left cheek to her right, and all up and down her body.  With an extra victorious swing in her hips, she walked out of Becky's house.  With each step, her cheeks rubbed against each other, forcing her tiny toy deeper into her crack.  Dan tried to scream for mercy, to scream for his girlfriend, but the flesh of Brittany's cheeks filled his mouth, his nose, his face, his entire body.  He was entirely at her mercy.  His new owner.  Brittany.

SLAM!

Dan squirmed and screamed.  He used every ounce of energy to escape his confines only to find Becky's kind face staring down at him. 

"What happened?!"

Dan was very shaken up and didn't know where he was or what had happened.

"I DON'T KNOW, YOU WERE MOVING AROUND IN MY UNDERWEAR AND THEN YOU STARTED SCREAMING, 'Let me out!  Let me out!'"

"Oh God...It was a dream..." Dan thought.  He immediately began to relax, realizing he wasn't doomed to live the rest of his life in Brittany's butt, but a new worry had crept into his mind.  Of course it was a dream, but what was to stop Becky, or anyone from doing something like this to him if they really wanted to.  He had been through so much that day already and he couldn't tolerate it anymore.  He had tears in his eyes; pitiful, shameful tears.  He looked up at his magnificently giant girlfriend with sad eyes.

"Can you wash me, Becky?  I've smelled nothing but your feet for the past 4 or 5 hours."

"HEY, THAT'S NOT TRUE, YOU SMELLED MY PANTIES TOO.", Becky said, jokingly.

Dan's tears began to flow more steadily, as he had reached what he believed to be rock bottom.  Sensing this, Becky attempted to comfort him.

"OK, OK, HONEY.  I KNOW, I KNOW.  I WAS JUST JOKING. OF COURSE I'LL CLEAN YOU.  LET'S GO GET YOU SET UP IN THE BATHROOM RIGHT NOW."

She gently plucked Dan out of his box and held him to her soft chest as she walked to the bathroom.  She was holding him right between her breasts, and he could feel them hugging his body, just as Brittany's cheeks had hugged him in his dream.  Still, he was beginning to feel better.  It was clear at this point that his girlfriend still loved him and wanted to keep him safe.  Dan leaned to his right as far as he could and buried his face in her right breast.  Becky looked down into her cleavage to see him kissing her breast, and she smiled.

~

Chapter 4 - A Rubber Duck Named Dan (Part 1 of 2)

“ALRIGHT, LITTLE ONE. LET'S GET YOU CLEANED UP.”

Dan was becoming annoyed by Becky's new nicknames for him. They made him feel...well...little. As if he wasn't as important as Becky. Maybe this was true. He was forced to sleep in her panties to combat the cold, he could not breathe through his nose without smelling her feet. He wasn't ready, however, to accept this. His image of himself was not that of a man the size of his girlfriend's smallest toe, but of a man that stood a head taller than her; a man that provided for her.

Becky, while carefully gripping Dan in her right hand, adjusted the temperature of the water with her left. He watched the thick stream of water plummet to the open drain. Hovering inches (or feet) above it, he felt vulnerable once more. He was beginning to realize that this sense of humility would follow him for as long he was at this size. What if he slipped from her soft hand? What if she absentmindedly set him down in the base of the sink? Sure, he had feared what Becky could do to him...any man at his size would at least think about it...but now he was considering the things that could happen to him as a result of her negligence. He truly was a responsibility of hers. Was he her pet? His thoughts were interrupted.

“OK, DAN. TAKE YOUR CLOTHES OFF.”

Happily, Dan removed the toe-scented shirt and underwear that had apparently shrunk with him overnight and kicked them as far away from him as possible. Becky giggled at his naked body and commented once more on how adorable and tiny he (and “it”) was.

She lathered up her hands with some of the baby body-wash she had grown accustomed to using.

“HERE GOES NOTHING.”

Dan was not prepared for what followed. The warm water rushed around his bare skin, and he would have said he felt enveloped by it, if not for what happened next. Becky began to rub his body through her fingers. He couldn't believe how soft they were, and they smelled so pleasant. The way he passed through her fingers as if he were floating. He had seen her twirl pens, cut with knives, and watched her perform dozens of other dull tasks using her hands. Now though, he admired and loved the way he danced from hand to hand. The movement of her large, protecting hands blew him away. It was like art to him. He couldn't believe he was actually being aroused by a woman's hands. He couldn't open his eyes often due to the soap, but he struggled to see her face. God, he couldn't wrap his mind around how beautiful she was. Here he was, under the faucet, in her soft and warm hands, staring up at her kind and gentle face. Worries of the gaping drain were worries of the past; there was no way his Becky would drop him. She rubbed and rubbed, gently scrubbing the scent of the morning from his body. Dan began to moan as she lathered and rinsed, lathered and rinsed, lathered and rinsed. He was certain, at this point, that he was clean...but she kept going...and Dan hoped that she would never stop.

A few moments later, completely surrounded by the warmth and softness of her careful and gentle hands, Dan exploded into her palm. Embarrassed, he wondered if she had noticed. He studied her body and face as she grabbed her towel to dry him and her hands off, and it seemed as if she didn't notice. “OK”, he thought, “I think I'm in the clear”.

“LOOK AT YOU! ALL NICE AND CLEAN!”

It was strange, he wasn't nearly as bothered by her condescending tone. Sure, it still made him angry, but, having spent such a blissful moment encased in her hand, swirling through her fingers, he felt smitten by her all over again. Her towel wasn't nearly as pleasant as her hands, but it smelled faintly of her clean body as it encased his.

“WELL, I SUPPOSE YOU PROBABLY HAVE TO GO TO THE BATHROOM, HUH?”

“Umm....no? I don't think I have to. I guess it's weird, I haven't gone since yesterday, I don’t think...”

“OK...WELL, TRY TO GO ANYWAY.”

“Alright.”

Dan was placed at the edge of the sink. He stared down at the gaping drain as he prepared himself to go.

“...”

“WHAT?”

“I can't go when you're staring...”

“UGH..OK, I'LL BE BACK IN A MINUTE. DON'T GO FALLING DOWN THE DRAIN!”

Picking up on his disapproval of her humor expressed through silence, Becky, still with a smile on her face, exited the bathroom and allowed Dan his privacy. He waited...and he waited...but nothing happened. “Strange”, Dan thought, “I can usually always go...I mean...at least a little bit. But not now..” Again, his thoughts were cut short by Becky's reentry into the bathroom.

“COULD YOU GO?”

“No..”, Dan said, baffled, “I couldn't...”

“NO BIG DEAL. JUST LET ME KNOW IF YOU HAVE TO LATER, OK?”

“Sure, honey.”

“OH, I JUST REMEMBERED!”

Becky had a devilish grin on her face. Dan had learned that this should prompt some level of fear in him and he grimaced as he waited for the rest of her statement.

“I HAVEN'T GOTTEN MY SHOWER YET. JEEZ, I'LL BET YOU CAN PROBABLY SMELL ME RIGHT NOW, HUH?”

“No, honey. You really don't smell at all.”, Dan lied.

“YOU'RE TOO SWEET, DAN. WELL...I GUESS I'D BETTER GET A SHOWER...YOU WANNA GET ONE TOO?”

“Umm...”

Dan stumbled over his words. He looked up at his smiling girlfriend, who was now removing her clothing. She was mind bogglingly attractive and the love of his life. Of course he would have wanted to get a shower with her! But at his size, he was afraid. He was so small and so frail while she was so large and so powerful. How could it even work? As he tripped over his words, he learned that he would soon find out.

“YEAH, YOU DO! COME ON. IT'S GONNA BE FUN. YOU CAN BE MY LITTLE LOOFA!”

Without waiting to hear his opinion on the matter, she grasped him in her hand and held his tiny body to hers. They were now both naked. It was strange for Dan to see her like this at this size. From the moment they locked eyes, he viewed her as he always had: as his girlfriend. Not only that, he knew that they viewed each other as just about every other human did. There were certain norms and standards that exist within humanity...ideas and concepts that separate us from the animals and their primal instincts.

But now...all of these ideas of humanity existing on a higher plane than other creatures of earth were gone as he looked at her naked body and then at his. Without their clothing, it was just as if the two of them were animals. And it was clear who the stronger animal was in this scenario. Her limit to what she could do with him...to him...was limited only by her imagination. He stared at her magnificent, smooth breasts, and was terrified to realize that he was of a comparable size to her nipple. “What would happen if she and I were to meet in the wild?”, his mind wandered. “She would surely view me as some kind of prey. And it's not as if I could do anything about it. She could become hostile if she so chose and I couldn't stop her. I couldn't possibly contend with such a large individual. Hell, suppose she wanted to humiliate me, her prey, and force me to “fight” her nipple, her thumb, her smallest toe...I would lose every fight. It wouldn't matter what part of her I was instructed to fight for my freedom; the smallest, the most insignificant, I would lose every time...because it would be controlled by her. Once I lost the fight, I would be no different...I would be controlled by her as well.” Before she stepped into the shower, he realized that this wasn't some kind of far away concept that couldn't happen. In fact, he was being controlled by her right now.

Clutching Dan between her breasts, Becky stepped into the shower and turned the water on. As the water cascaded down her smooth back and flawless ass, she began to lather Dan's body up again with her body wash. Looking down at him, she smiled and tilted her head slightly, like a woman would when seeing a newborn baby or a new litter of kittens.

“OK, HONEY. HOLD YOUR BREATH. AND..UH...YOU SHOULD PROBABLY KEEP YOUR EYES CLOSE. OH, GOD! THIS IS GONNA BE SOOOO FUN!”

Once again, Dan found himself encased in Becky's warm, soft, and gentle hands. Now, however, he felt a little more terrified than the last time he was there, as it was now apparent that Becky planned to use him to clean her body. This isn't to say, however, that he didn't still feel somewhat safe trapped in her warmth. Changes were occurring in his mind with every passing minute since his shrinking, and, much to his own fear, he was beginning to let go of notions of equality in their relationship.

Becky instructed her “little loofa” to hold his breath and try to keep his eyes closed. Her voice was warm and caring, but he couldn't dismiss the simple fact that she hadn't even asked him if he was comfortable with the situation. After she had decided that he was sufficiently lathered up, she brought him up to her face. She gently instructed him to open his eyes. Dan, covered in his girlfriend's body wash, looked into her infinitely large and beautiful face.

“DON'T WORRY, HONEY. I KNOW YOU'RE SCARED. I'LL BE GENTLE WITH YOU. NOW CLOSE YOUR EYES.”

Knowing he was in no position to argue, he did what she instructed. Wasting no more time, she lowered Dan to her breasts and began to rub him along their smooth surface. She moved him gently but firmly across their entire surface. He slid across their tops, their sides, and their bottoms. He struggled to open his eyes, but, whenever he managed to find a moment, all he could see was her flesh. There were no defining landmarks to let him know where he was on her body...just an endless landscape of soft, supple flesh.

She lifted her left breast and rubbed his tiny body through the exceptionally soft skin usually hidden by her massive breast. Positioning him so that he was laying in her open palm, she allowed her breast to rest atop his tiny frame, and then she lifted her breast. The soft, pliable flesh of her breast intruded and surrounded his body, filling any gap that existed between him and her open palm. She playfully allowed her breast to rest, sandwiching him in place and then repeated the process on her right breast. She paid extra attention to her nipples, moving him in tiny circles about them.

She spent about 3 minutes cleaning her breasts with his body; after she felt her breasts were sufficiently cleaned, she had to re-lather his body. Never letting her smitten smile escape her face, she brought his tiny body to her freshly shaven underarms.

“SORRY HONEY, I'LL BET YOU'D PREFER TO CLEAN MY BOOBS ALL DAY, BUT LOOFAS HAVE TO GO EVERYWHERE!”

Her joking tone was starting to affect Dan less and less as he was captivated by the scent and feel of her skin. Occasionally being given the smallest opportunity to breathe, he continued his cleaning voyage down and up her arms. After several more latherings and a tour of her soft stomach, he could only guess where he was expected to clean next.

During another lathering, she bit her lip in what he could only view as a devious grin. As she slowly lowered his body, he watched in awe as her breasts and stomach passed his vision. Even after all his experience with her assets, they hadn't lost their ability to shock and move him...and he suspected that they'd never lose this ability.

She caressed her crotch gently with her boyfriend's body. He had never felt more small and powerless than when he periodically opened his eyes to see her enormous womanhood. It seemed as if it were just begging to consume him. It was as if it were a being all on its own, allowing him to exist outside of it simply due to Becky's firm grip on him. He lost all concept of time in the next few moments as Becky continued to use his body. He toured her inner thighs for sparing moments only to return seconds later to the very thing that epitomized Becky's womanly power over him...and then she easily and effortlessly inserted his body inside of it.

She did not expect the feeling that she experienced when her boyfriend passed her second set of luscious lips. His body was thrashing about violently and, like a reflex, her voluptuous thighs slammed together, effectively shutting out any possibility of Dan's escape...as if it were even possible to begin with. “OH MY GOD.”, she thought, “I JUST SWALLOWED MY BOYFRIEND. WHAT MUST HE BE THINKING RIGHT NOW?”

His attempts to escape her womanly confines proved to be completely ineffective as Becky, now discovering that she had two free hands, lathered and washed her hair. After what seemed like an eternity, she rinsed her hair and finally allowed her giant thighs to part from each other.

“HONEY, ARE YOU OK IN THERE?”

She could still feel his body moving about, but she wasn't sure if he could hear her.

“TRY TO COME OUT!”

She was very curious and very excited to see, at his diminutive size, if he possessed the strength to escape her. Much to her satisfaction, he did not. This only served to justify her confidence in her own strengths and power over him as she reached in to remove him. Her mind was spinning thousands of miles per hour as she brought his body back to chest level for another lathering session. Drained of energy, Dan struggled to open his eyes to view his girlfriend only to find that she had that thousand-yard stare once again as she absentmindedly prepared him for his next trip.

She wasn't talking to him. She was no longer acknowledging his existence...at least as anything other than a loofa, as she lowered him to her backside. He gasped in terror as he viewed her perfectly rounded cheeks. He wondered if she was allowing him to soak in the glorious view ahead. A moment later, she began to rub his body along her left cheek. He glided easily across the wet and smooth skin, but, with each pass, she gradually increased pressure until he was forced deep into the flesh of her cheek. He looked about and it seemed as if he was in a very deep hole.

This hole, created simply by an abundance of soft flesh and a sufficient amount of pressure, dynamically shifted along the dense circumference of the shiny, wet glute as he was moved across the entire surface of her cheek. From the top, to the outside, to the inside of the cheek closest to her crack, and even the underside. Due to the wetness of her skin, he felt close to no friction. She re-lathered and continued to the same process on her right cheek and Dan couldn't believe this...he never thought, in all the moments spent throughout the years staring at her large and pillowy ass cheeks, that he would be used to clean and polish them.

After completing his tour of her butt cheeks, he found himself positioned between her thighs. Pressure increased on his body as he was pressed into the skin between her pussy and ass, and then his body was pushed up towards her back. Becky was cleaning her crack with his body, and she was doing it over and over again. He emerged from the peak of her ass crack gasping for breath only to be lowered to his starting location to proceed again. He lost count of how many times he was forced from the beginning of her crack to the end (and so did she), and he had taken notice of the fact that she no longer paused to allow him to breathe. What she presumed to be the 12th time her tiny boyfriend passed between her cheeks, she lost grip of his tiny body. With the exception of a sud or two, her hand emerged from between her cheeks empty. She did not feel fear, however...instead, she laughed. “OH JEEZ, HE'S IN MY BUTT ALL BY HIMSELF!”, she thought. A person of clear thought would possibly be concerned with the presence of entertainment and lack of fear in such a situation, but Becky was not one of a clear mind at the moment.

Allowing, only for a moment, for the idea of her tiny boyfriend trapped in her butt to sink into her psyche, she gently pulled her left cheek from her right and allowed her tiny boyfriend to fall harmlessly into her waiting hand positioned below. She quickly and coldly verified that he was still breathing and, without consoling him on his trip and short stay between her cheeks, she lathered his body once more. Dan, this entire time and especially during his visit to her crotch and butt, was struggling to breathe but found peace in the idea that this ordeal was at least closer to the end than the beginning. He slid across her thighs, gliding over her knee caps and rubbed over her calves. He managed, once more, to peak up at her face. It was so difficult to see her eyes; she was slightly bent over and there were so many things affecting his ability to see her, particularly her breasts. Her words were in short supply for the duration of his experience, but she broke the sexual silence.

“ALRIGHT HONEY, WE'RE ALMOST DONE. JUST ONE LAST AREA TO CLEAN.”

He noticed her voice quivering throughout her speech. He detected excitement.

She moved his body to her feet. He slid along the tops of her feet as his body absorbed the events of the day from them. He spent most of his time, however, passing between each of her toes. They were probably the smallest parts of her body that he had seemed to have regular contact with, but they still dwarfed him in comparison. She rushed in no way to thoroughly clean each and every crevice of her feet, rubbing Dan's body on the undersides of each of her toes, and then moving to her soft soles and heels.

He couldn't believe it, but as Dan heard the shower turn off, he knew that it was over. She brought him back up to her face and smiled at him.

“THANKS SO MUCH, Dan! DO YOU REALIZE I JUST RUBBED YOU ACROSS EVERY SINGLE INCH OF MY BODY? ISN'T THAT INCREDIBLE?”

Dan didn't know if “incredible” would be the word he'd use to describe the experience. As usual, he was too intrigued and terrified by Becky's choice of words to comment. Dripping with water, Becky gripped her tiny boyfriend and stepped out of the shower to dry her body.

The events of Dan's life began to blur after this pivotal moment in their relationship. Passing days served to show Dan that this would not be the last time he'd occupy his girlfriend in the shower.

With each passing day, Becky became more and more distant. She happily cared for Dan, but in a way similar to how one would care for a small pet. He knew, long ago, that he had already lost his position as the head of the household, but now, he feared that he was losing his humanity. There appeared to be no hope of returning to his normal size and Becky did not seem to care too much.

In fact, several days after the events of the shower, Dan pleaded with Becky to find a doctor to review his situation. After a few moments of begging, Becky succumbed to Dan's requests but, as always, with a giant smile on her face. She stood up from the couch they were sitting/standing upon and walked into her bedroom (this was what she referred to the room as, no longer “their” bedroom). Moments later, she emerged barefoot, sat down, and placed Dan on the coffee table. She lifted her foot and pressed her upper sole against the edge of the table, the bottom of her foot facing Dan as if it were a building. On her big toe was drawn a set of eyes with glasses. Struggling to stifle her laughter, and in her best deep voice impersonation, she said, “WHAT SEEMS TO BE THE PROBLEM?”

Mortified, offended, and angered, Dan couldn't believe Becky was trivializing his situation in such a way. He refused to answer her question, to which Becky insisted he answer. Finally, he said, “I want to be big again...” in a defeated tone. “OH!”, said Becky, in character, “YOU KNOW WHAT THE BEST MEDICINE FOR THAT IS, SIR? LOTS AND LOTS...OF KISSES!” With that, she exploded in laughter and began pressing the soft flesh of her big toe into Dan's body. It was the afternoon, hours since their last shower, and she had been wearing socks up to this moment. The smell was faint, but enough to surround his body and seemingly displace oxygen. He tried to struggle against her giant toe as she pressed and released, pressed and released, but quickly realized that there was nothing he could do. He had to simply lay there until she had had her fill of mocking him with her giant foot.

This was not the first time she'd displayed interest in her feet over the past few days. He'd noticed her frequenting various websites that seemed to be of an instructional theme that had pictures of female feet. He wanted to ask her what these websites said...what information she was acquiring...and what she planned to do, but he was far too afraid of the answer. Days ago, she wouldn't have dreamed of embarrassing him with her feet in such a bold and insensitive way...he wondered what she would do at his expense and for her own entertainment in the days, weeks, or months to come...

~

As the days passed, so did any semblance of Becky and Dan's former relationship. She never lost her smile or her cheerful disposition, but he could sense that he was losing his girlfriend in some strange way. His mind was wandering crazily wondering what it was she had been looking up for the past few days on her computer...something having to do with feet...which was majorly stressing him out. It was clear to him now, ever since he shrank, that she seemed to have some kind of strange favoring of feet...hers in particular. Despite this fact, she was far less...insensitive to Dan's situation when it came to exposing him to them; at least in the way she had that one day when her big toe decided to play doctor.

Still though, there were several occasions where she would place her feet rather close to his body when sitting on the couch or whatnot. She wouldn't normally put her feet right in his face when he was normal sized, so why was she doing it now that he was small? He was racking his brain trying to decipher her actions. She even tried convincing him to paint her toenails for her. She said that since he was so tiny, he could probably paint the cutest designs on them. Was she just disregarding his comfort and pride? Was it entirely unintentional? Either way...it wasn't a good thing for Dan. He thought it strange that he would consider the somewhat limited contact with his girlfriend's feet to be a pleasant, yet slightly out of the ordinary thing...but then again, nothing in his life was normal at the moment.

In the passing days and weeks, Becky and Dan stumbled upon a startling realization: after his shrinking, it became apparent to them that he, for whatever reason, didn't have to “use the bathroom” nearly as often as a full sized person; only once every two weeks or so. Additionally, he really didn't have to eat hardly anything for energy. They found this out when Becky went to the gym, showered at Brittany's, and ended up hanging out and staying for the weekend. She had forgotten about him entirely and was expecting the worst when she got home, but, to her surprise, Dan was totally fine. He felt hungry, but he wasn't weakened at all. They considered his new changes strange, but, considering the fact that he shrank for seemingly no reason, they weren't in any position to question these additional aspects.

The weeks seemed to blend together but one specific day, 5 weeks after Becky found Dan in her slipper, things changed forever. Becky came home from the gym one night to find Dan in the box she placed him in prior to leaving. After all this time, she still felt it necessary to remove his ability to reign free across their house while she was gone.

“HEY HONEY, I'M BACK.”

“How was the gym?”

“OH GOD...BRITTANY AND I SPENT 45 MINUTES ON THE TREADMILL AT..LIKE..THE TOP SPEED! I DON'T KNOW HOW SHE DOES IT WITH THOSE GIANT LEGS OF HERS!”

Dan didn't know how to respond to her statement and, as this happened often, he just remained quiet.

“I MEAN, WE BOTH KNOW SHE'S NOT FAT. I MEAN, SHE'S IN EXCELLENT SHAPE. SHE'S JUST GOT SUCH A BIG BUTT, DOESN'T SHE?”

Dan knew that this was a question he should never, under any circumstance, answer. Becky was aware of his fondness for large butts, and he wouldn't have dared answer her even if he was his normal size.

“I'M JUST PLAYING, HONEY! ANYWAY...WE'VE GOT SOME BUSINESS TO DISCUSS...”

Becky was still bubbly and seemingly light-hearted so Dan wondered what it was she was going to discuss with him.

“NOW, I WANT YOU TO JUST LISTEN, HONEY...OK? YOU'RE GOING TO WANT TO INTERJECT IN THE CONVERSATION...BUT JUST LET ME FINISH BEFORE YOU SAY ANYTHING..OK?”

“...”

Dan didn't want to agree to this..but he knew he had to.

“Ok...”

“ALRIGHT THEN...” Becky proceeded, “I KNOW YOU'VE CAUGHT A FEW GLANCES OF THIS ONE WEBSITE I'VE BEEN LOOKING AT OVER THE PAST FEW WEEKS...AND I'M SURE YOU'RE WONDERING WHAT IT'S ALL ABOUT.”

Becky took a seat on the couch and Dan leaned forward, very interested in what she would say next.

“...WELL, I'LL TELL YOU, SWEETY. THERE WAS THIS WOMAN WHO STARTED A WEBSITE ON A VERY INTERESTING IDEA. SEE, SHE SUSPECTED HER HUSBAND OF CHEATING ON HER SO SHE INVESTIGATED AND FOUND THAT HE, IN FACT, WAS.”

“Honey...there is NO way I cou--”

Becky slammed her hand on the table, completely straight faced and Dan's eyes widened.

“I SAID DON'T INTERRUPT ME...ANYWAY, SHE FOUND OUT HE WAS CHEATING. NOW, SHE COULD HAVE JUST LEFT HIM, BUT SHE LOVED HIM VERY MUCH AND DIDN'T WANT THEIR RELATIONSHIP TO END...SO SHE DID SOMETHING THAT I'M SURE YOU WILL THINK IS RATHER STRANGE. SHE DIDN'T GO INTO DETAIL ABOUT WHY SHE DID IT...I THINK IT HAD SOMETHING TO DO WITH PHEROMONES...BUT ANYWAY, EACH NIGHT WHEN THE TWO WENT OFF TO BED, SHE STAYED UP UNTIL HE WAS ASLEEP. AFTER AN HOUR OR SO, WHEN HE WAS FAST ASLEEP, SHE WOULD PLACE HER SOCKS AND SOMETIMES EVEN HER BARE FEET OVER HIS FACE FOR A CERTAIN AMOUNT OF TIME. SHE DID THIS FOR A FEW WEEKS AND, EVENTUALLY, SHE FOUND OUT THAT HE BROKE OFF HIS RELATIONSHIP WITH HIS MISTRESS.  SHE CALLED IT ‘SCENT REPROGRAMMING’.”

Dan REALLY didn't like where this “conversation” was going, but he had no choice but to sit there and listen.

“THEIR RELATIONSHIP WAS BETTER THAN IT HAD BEEN BEFORE. HE WAS MORE ATTENTIVE AND TREATED HER WAY BETTER, LIKE A PRINCESS EVEN. SHE CONTINUED TO EXPOSE HIM TO THE SCENT OF HER FEET AND THINGS JUST CONTINUED TO GET BETTER.”

Dan was beginning to feel that familiar feeling of fear creeping up inside of him.

“AGAIN, HELL IF I KNOW HOW SHE DECIDED ON THE IDEA! BUT IT SEEMED TO WORK WONDERS FOR HER. BUT ANYWAY, THAT IS WHAT I'VE BEEN LOOKING AT ONLINE. I'VE BEEN READING HER STORY AND, I HAVE TO TELL YOU, LITTLE DANNY...”

In the middle of speech, Becky leaned forward and grasped her tiny boyfriend around the waist, stood up, and began walking into her room.

“...I LOVE YOU. SO, SO MUCH. YOU HAVE NO IDEA HOW MUCH I LOVE YOU. AND I KNOW YOU LOVE ME. BUT, CONSIDERING HOW SMALL YOU ARE...I NEED YOU TO LOVE ME MORE...MORE THAN SOMEONE AT A NORMAL SIZE COULD LOVE SOMEONE... AND I HAVE TO MAKE SURE YOU'RE SAFE. YOU'RE MY RESPONSIBILITY NOW. BUT THE PROBLEM I'M HAVING IS I WORRY ABOUT YOU ALL THE TIME. I WORRY THAT YOU THINK YOU CAN JUST ACT THE WAY YOU USED TO...WHEN YOU AND I WERE THE SAME SIZE. WELL, I KNOW, FOR A FACT, THAT YOU CAN'T. YOU HAVE TO BE TAKEN CARE OF...AND I FEAR THAT, ONE DAY, YOUR PRIDE IS GOING TO GET IN THE WAY AND YOU'RE GOING TO GET HURT..OR WORSE!”

Dan's heart was beating faster than it ever had in his life as she got into her bedroom and sat down on what was once their bed.

“I HAVE TO TELL YOU THAT YOU'RE NOT GOING TO LIKE WHAT'S GOING TO HAPPEN BUT YOU HAVE TO TRUST ME, HONEY. THIS IS FOR YOUR OWN GOOD. I KNOW WHAT'S BEST FOR YOU.”

Becky began to take her running sneakers and socks off and Dan, seeing this, began to beg...he knew exactly what she planned to do.

“Honey, no! Please! Don't do this! I'm going to grow back. It's just going to take time!” Dan was begging her, tears streaming from his eyes but Becky, not showing any emotion aside from a very slight and ambiguous pleasure, wasn't budging.

“HONEY, IT'S BEEN FIVE WEEKS. WE DON'T KNOW HOW THIS HAPPENED..BUT WE HAVE TO BE REALISTS HERE. WE HAVE NO REASON TO THINK THINGS ARE EVER GOING TO GO BACK TO THE WAY THEY WERE.”

Becky was cold, and Dan hated her for being so blunt, but part of him knew this to be true.

“THIS IS THE WAY IT HAS TO BE, DAN. IF YOU SPEND A FEW DAYS SURROUNDED BY MY SCENT, THEN MAYBE YOU'LL START TO ACCEPT YOUR NEW POSITION. I KNOW THIS SOUNDS CRAZY TO YOU, AND IT MAY NOT MAKE SENSE TO YOU...BUT JUST KNOW IT MAKES SENSE TO ME..AND, SINCE I'M TAKING CARE OF YOU, THAT'S REALLY ALL THAT MATTERS, RIGHT?”

Tears were streaming down his face as Becky lifted her tiny Dan up to her face. She observed his tears and slightly chuckled.

“OH DAN! IT'S NOT GOING TO BE THAT BAD IN THERE! I JUST NEED YOU TO SPEND SOME TIME WITH MY SCENT SO YOU CAN COME TO UNDERSTAND--”

“Understand what?!”, Dan interrupted. Becky paused.

“...OUR NEW RELATIONSHIP.”

“Yeah, what is that?”

“YOU'RE MY RESPONSIBILITY NOW, HONEY. I'M GOING TO DO WHAT IT TAKES TO MAKE TAKING CARE OF YOU EASIER...AND IF I CAN CHANGE THE WAY YOUR MIND WORKS...CHANGE THE WAY YOU THINK OF ME...AND ELIMINATE YOUR SENSE OF PRIDE WITH THE SCENT OF MY FEET, THEN THAT'S EXACTLY WHAT I'M GOING TO DO.”

“You can't brainwash me with your feet! This is crazy, Becky!”

“I HOPE YOU CHANGE YOUR MIND, HONEY. I REALLY DO. AND, YOU KNOW WHAT, I REALLY THINK YOU WILL. I LOVE YOU DAN, MORE THAN ANYTHING.

"What about what I have to say?!  You said you'd give me a chance to talk when you were done!"

"I KNOW, HONEY.  BUT IT DOESN'T REALLY MATTER WHAT YOU SAY.  YOU'RE NOT GOING TO CHANGE MY MIND.  BESIDES, IT'S GETTING LATE AND I HAVE TO GO TO BED."

Dan screamed as Becky dropped him into the opening of her right sock. He landed with a light thud at the toe section. Becky peeked in and looked him in the eyes once more before pairing her right sock to her left to ensure he couldn't escape. Then, she stuffed the paired socks deep into her right sneaker and then gently placed them on her dark closet floor. She hoped against hope that the Dan she would later pull from her shoe would be a changed Dan. A Dan that appreciated the things she did for him. A Dan that understood that there were certain things that he just couldn’t do anymore. Dare she even think that maybe he could come to worship her? She felt somewhat guilty for thinking this, but she couldn't deny how splendid things would be if this were the case.

After shutting her closet door, leaving Dan entirely alone in the dark surrounded by the scent of her feet, she climbed under her giant, thick comforter and closed her eyes. She wiggled her toes for a moment and chuckled. “JEEZ”, she thought, “HE CAN'T SEE ANYTHING..HE PROBABLY CAN'T HEAR ANYTHING...ALL HE CAN DO IS SMELL ME..SMELL MY FEET.” She wondered if his mind was already beginning to warp. She expected the process to work much faster since he was actually encased in her footwear but she wasn't sure. The last thing she thought of before drifting off into slumber was what her tiny boyfriend was thinking within her sock. Was he afraid? Was he scared? Was he beginning to love her more than he ever could when he was big? Becky let out a large sigh, smiled, and dreamed of her little boy.

~

Dan screamed as Becky dropped him into the opening of her right sock. He landed with a light thud at the toe section. Becky peeked in and looked him in the eyes once more before pairing her right sock to her left to ensure he couldn't escape. Then, she stuffed the paired socks deep into her right sneaker and then gently placed them on her dark closet floor. She hoped against hope that the Dan she would later pull from her shoe would be a changed Dan. A Dan that appreciated the things she did for him. A Dan that understood that there were certain things that he just couldn’t do anymore. Dare she even think that maybe he could come to worship her? She felt somewhat guilty for thinking this, but she couldn't deny how splendid things would be if this were the case.

After shutting her closet door, leaving Dan entirely alone in the dark surrounded by the scent of her feet, she climbed under her giant, thick comforter and closed her eyes. She wiggled her toes for a moment and chuckled. “JEEZ”, she thought, “HE CAN'T SEE ANYTHING..HE PROBABLY CAN'T HEAR ANYTHING...ALL HE CAN DO IS SMELL ME..SMELL MY FEET.” She wondered if his mind was already beginning to warp. She expected the process to work much faster since he was actually encased in her footwear but she wasn't sure. The last thing she thought of before drifting off into slumber was what her tiny boyfriend was thinking within her sock. Was he afraid? Was he scared? Was he beginning to love her more than he ever could when he was big? Becky let out a large sigh, smiled, and dreamed of her little boy.

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 Feeling the sharp lips of the cold bedroom air kissing her uncovered feet, Becky awoke from her deep, peaceful, and luxurious sleep. She pulled her feet back under her heavy comforter and enjoyed the comforting feeling her giant bed provided as her chilly toes slowly began to warm. She looked over at her closet door and her heart immediately started racing.

 “OH MY GOD”, she thought. She had been awake now for almost 15 minutes and hadn't thought once about the tiny man. Vivid and intense memories of her tiny Dan's face surrounded by the cotton of her blue and white striped sock flooded her mind and spread her full lips in a smile. Rising from her bed, she walked towards her closet door and opened it. Dropping to her knees, and without touching, Becky carefully inspected the sneaker that encased Dan. She cheerfully peeked inside the foot hole of the sneaker and saw her soft socks exactly as she'd left them.

 Things were getting very real for Becky. She now knew, beyond a shadow of a doubt, that she was in complete control. A man who she had come to love, who she knew had no particular interest in her feet, had just spent over 8 hours surrounded by the scent of hers. He didn't want to, she knew this, but she wanted him to experience it. Were her reasons just? She liked to think so, but Becky took great pleasure in knowing that even if they were selfish, it didn't matter; not in the slightest. It was what she wanted, so it was what happened.

Becky took another moment to imagine what Dan must have been going through. It was completely dark in there, she was sure. It smelled strongly of her, she was also sure, for she had just finished a very intense workout at the gym. Becky wanted nothing more than to rip Dan from her sneaker and find out if the reprogramming was successful, but she resisted the urge. She knew that there was a good possibility that it would take time. It's not as if this is an exact science; perhaps if she left him in there for a REALLY long time, the effects would only become more and more pronounced. Realizing how long she had spent staring at her sneaker, Becky stood up, but not before whispering to it. “I LOVE YOU, SWEETY...YOU'RE DOING SO GREAT IN THERE.” She closed the closet door, gathered her gym attire and a spare pair of sneakers, and prepared to depart for the gym. As she sat to put on her socks, Becky couldn't help but to admire her own bare feet. She watched as the sock encased her perfect toes and she saw them in a way she never had before. She saw them as a tool...as a weapon. A weapon that she was using right now on her boyfriend. As she stood to leave, she wondered if Dan had expected to be released today. As she recalled not giving him a specific date of release, she smiled. She took joy in the idea of Dan expecting to be freed only to spend even more time in her sock. She wondered if his spirit broke the minutes ago when she shut the closet door. She hoped he was awake. She hoped that he was expecting to be released. She hoped that he was losing hope...and allowing himself to be consumed by her. She did know, however, that, at some point, her little captive would eventually require a “refill” of sorts. In time, the scent of her feet within her socks would begin to fade as he continuously breathed it in. “THAT SIMPLY WILL NOT DO”, she jokingly thought to herself as she entered the gym, ready to prepare Dan's next home.

 She ran until she could run no more. Usually, she stopped at 5 miles, but she felt determined to keep going. She was exhausted and wanted to stop, but she looked down at her moving sneakers. “MY FEET HURT SO BAD,” she thought to herself as she ran, “BUT THE LONGER I KEEP THESE THINGS MOVING, THE BETTER A HOME I CAN GIVE MY LITTLE Dan”. She imagined a day where Dan begged to be surrounded by her feet. A day where, if necessary, she could punish him simply by removing him from her scent. With these scenarios in mind, Becky pushed and ran an additional 2 miles before slamming the red STOP button on the treadmill.

 Becky went home and had what an outsider would view as a normal, seemingly lonely day. Becky showered and lovingly laid her scent-packed socks on the floor next to her closet door. She watched TV under a blanket, made dinner and enjoyed it alone at the dinner table. This was the first day in which she had no contact with Dan, but her heart hadn't stopped pounding because she knew that this was not the case for him. In fact, he was spending more time with “her” than he ever had with anyone else in his life. She couldn't feel alone.

 Struggling to finish one last episode of her favorite T.V. show, Becky sleepily approached her bedroom. With a smile on her face, she opened her closet door, looked down at her sneaker, and she wished that she could hold her Dan in her hand. She knew, of course, that good things come to those who wait. Strangely, she did not worry for him. Not once did she consider that he might be upset, possibly even hysterical. She believed him to be warm, safe, and in the process of recognizing her as his everything. She considered removing him for a second, only to remove him from her old socks and place him in her “fresh” ones from today's gym visit. Ultimately, she decided against it. “THERE'S PLENTY OF TIME FOR THAT.” She thought to herself. “IT'S NOT AS IF HE NEEDS TO COME OUT FOR ANYTHING.” She recalled that he had eaten and used the bathroom 2 days prior so there was no reason why he couldn't just stay in there. To add to it, she decided that she would wear those “fresh” socks to the gym the next day and add to their “freshness”. She had it all figured out as she, once again, climbed under her giant comforter and tucked the bottom of it under her soft heels. She was in charge of her life, of her boyfriend's life. The only thing she had yet to decide on was when she would “change socks”.

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Chapter 8 - A Day in the Sock of Becky

 Struggling to finish one last episode of her favorite T.V. Show, Becky sleepily approached her bedroom. With a smile on her face, she opened her closet door, looked down at her sneaker, and she wished that she could hold her Dan in her hand. She knew, of course, that good things come to those who wait. Strangely, she did not worry for him. Not once did she consider that he might be upset, possibly even hysterical. She believed him to be warm, safe, and in the process of recognizing her as his everything. She considered removing him for a second, only to remove him from her old socks and place him in her “fresh” ones from today's gym visit. Ultimately, she decided against it. “THERE'S PLENTY OF TIME FOR THAT.” She thought to herself. “IT'S NOT AS IF HE NEEDS TO COME OUT FOR ANYTHING.” She recalled that he had eaten and used the bathroom 2 days prior so there was no reason why he couldn't just stay in there. To add to it, she decided that she would wear those “fresh” socks to the gym the next day and add to their “freshness”. She had it all figured out as she, once again, climbed under her giant comforter and tucked the bottom of it under her soft heels. She was in charge of her life, of her boyfriend's life. The only thing she had yet to decide on was when she would “change socks”.

The cold morning light crept its way through the window of what was once Dan's bedroom. As cold and startling as it may be, however, it could not penetrate the hard plastics and soft cotton of his girlfriend's shoe and sock. Dan wondered what time it was, for he had no points of reference to calculate time, nor anything to calculate location for that matter. It was completely dark and, even though he could not see his surroundings, the encapsulating scent was a constant reminder of his location. Dan was terrified by the diminishing strength of his girlfriend's scent within her sock. Was he simply breathing and absorbing the sweat and pheromones she had left behind? Perhaps her plan of scent training was taking affect. He didn't find himself attracted to her feet, and he still considered himself to be a man...a human man. Still though, he felt less offended and less concerned with his predicament, as compared to the night prior. This noticeable emergence of indifference, for lack of a better phrasing, scared the living shit out of him. It was then when Dan heard a noisy box spring creak and knew that his girlfriend was finally awake. He listened intently to her standing from the bed, the whisper of her soft feet against the carpet growing louder and louder as she approached the makeshift home she created for him...and then, he heard the closet door open.

Perhaps it was the lack of stimuli from within the foot-scented prison in which he slept that caused his indifference. For over 8 hours, he experienced no sounds, no sights...nothing except the relentless scent of Becky's feet. He did not understand how this scent training was supposed to work, but he respected it enough to believe that it could work. Despite all of this, upon hearing that closet door open, the closet door that he himself had opened countless times as a grown man, Dan felt his humanity kick back in. “No!”, he thought. “I'm not just some toy of hers. I'm a person, and I won't spend the rest of my life living in her socks!”. As uneven as it may have been, Dan struggled to rise against the ground and dash to the wall of Becky's blue and white sock, banging on the material clear through to the hard wall of her sneaker. “Let me out of here! Please, Becky!” He wasn't just going to sit there and let this happen to him. However, as he huffed and puffed, he realized that huffing and puffing was hardly better than sitting there, as both had the exact same outcome. When he realized that she probably couldn't hear him, he slumped down, hoping that she was just savoring the moment before she released him. In all this time, he was oh-so certain that she was going to take him out of the sneaker. His life had been turned upside down on a daily basis, but he always left room to be shocked, surprised, and gravely disappointed. As he sat there, expecting to feel his foot-scented home shake, rumble, and open, he heard the soothing voice of his girlfriend:

“I LOVE YOU, SWEETY...YOU'RE DOING SO GREAT IN THERE.”

“No....NOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!”

Dan screamed as loud as he could but it was no use. He heard the closet door shut and he listened with despair as the sweet whispers of his girlfriend's feet grew softer and softer. He hated her. He despised her...but he missed her so much. She was what made him a complete man, and, ironically enough, she was the one stripping him of his humanity with each seemingly thoughtless and confidence breaking action she performed. Not knowing what else to do, and realizing that he would probably be spending, at the very least, several more hours in her footwear, Dan needed to feel like he was close to her, and there was only one way. He nuzzled his face into the soft, warm, and inviting material of Becky's blue and white striped sock and cried himself to sleep.

What must have been hours later, Dan awoke to the sound of footsteps, silverware, and television. She was carrying on with her normal day-to-day rituals while he was still tucked away in her shoe. If this had happened to Dan on the day he had shrunk, he would be mortified, blinded by anger...but the Dan of that day, the Dan who had now spent a consecutive 22 hours breathing nothing but the scent of Becky's feet, was not angry. He wanted to be, but he could not. Was he enjoying his situation? “No!” he thought. “I could never enjoy this.” But perhaps Dan, was losing respect for himself. Perhaps he was beginning to accept the level of interaction he had with Becky. Perhaps the scent training was working just as intended.

For reasons to be explained, Becky had little an outlet for the things in which she was experiencing with her little Dan.  So much was happening, and so much was on her mind, she felt like she needed to tell someone...so she decided to start a diary.

November 13th

7AM

--Dear Diary,        

       Hi!  I suppose I should let you, diary, in on why you are here now.  It's not easy going through all these exciting life changes with no one to talk to.  I promised Dan that I wouldn't tell anyone about his "little" situation...specifically Brittany.  Not sure why, haha...maybe he's afraid she'll sit on him or something!  But anyway, I need to let these feelings out!  So why not let them out on paper, right?  That way, I can even look back on these scribbles when I'm feeling...oh, I never know what the appropriate word for this is....naughty?  Last night, after going off to bed without so much as checking on my little Dan, my excitement was higher than it had ever been.  Like the socks he's sleeping in, it's reaching the point where he's little more than an accessory of mine.  And, just like my socks, it's not as if he can do anything about it, right?  I mean, I just got right into bed and went to sleep; I'm sure he heard me...heard the bed...and I'm sure he wanted me to take him out and let him get some fresh air.  But there was NOTHING he could do.  Diary, I could just write that over and over again!  There was NOTHING he could do!  Sorry, Diary, but I'm just laying here all warm in my bed and I can't stop thinking about this!  I'm going to have to stop writing for a moment, pull these covers up and....take care of this.  BRB <3

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November 13th

7:45 AM

--Dear Diary,

       I'm back, Diary!  Sorry about that, but I just couldn't keep writing with all these naughty thoughts dancing around in my brain.  I laid in my bed and just thought about them.  I won't go into detail, but it was the most electrifying orgasm I've had....so far.  Just think!  One day, maybe these fantasies of mine can become a reality.  Wait, what am I saying?  "Maybe"?  They simply will if I say so, right?  And what fantasies, you ask?  Oh, time will tell, Diary...time will tell.  I think I'm gonna go check on him!  Oh, my!  I am getting absolutely drunk with power!  :-))))))) <3

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November 13th

1:05 PM

--Dear Diary,

       Well, Diary.  I just checked on Dan.  I accidentally went back to bed for a few more hours...whoops :)  I took him out of my sock and it was so cute.  His little tiny eyes squinted when he rolled out;  I've lost track of how many hours it's been since he's seen sunlight...since he's seen anything, really.  It was really weird though...I started him on this routine I found online.  I won't go into long detail on it, but basically, I subject him to the scent of my feet for long periods of time, and he eventually becomes mine...like...he completely and utterly acknowledges that he belongs to me.  I guess we've definitely crossed over from GF/BF into owner/toy or whatever you want to call it.  When I watched him roll out of my soft and warm sock onto my hand...and I locked eyes with him...I didn't think, "Oh, it's my boyfriend".  No.... for the first time, I thought, "Oh look...it's my adorable little toy."  I figured this scent reprogramming thing would alter his mind (and I think it is), but I didn't expect it to alter mine as well! 

       He immediately started squeaking at me.  After bringing him up to my ear, I realized those squeaks were actually him yelling.  He lacked confidence and conviction...it seemed like he felt like he had to, maybe to protect that male ego thing...but he started demanding that I stop treating him like this.  It was SOoO silly!  Do you know what I did, Diary?  I'm smiling right now, just thinking about it.  In a very matter-of-fact tone, I told little Dan that he was going to go right back in my sock, and that he could only come out again if he was nice to me.  I told him I would check on him again in a few hours, and then I dropped him back in!  But not the sock he was just in, Diary!  I guess he must have absorbed all the scent of my foot, either in his tiny lungs or tiny skin...cause it didn't smell like my feet at all anymore.  "This won't do at all!", I remember thinking.  I opened up the sock hole of the OTHER sock and dropped him in.  But don't worry, Diary, I checked it before dropping him in.  It still smells REALLY strong! 

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November 13th

5:07 PM

--Dear Diary,

       He did MUCH better this time around!  I poured him out onto my palm and he didn't say a word.  He just looked up at me with these (relatively) giant eyes.  He was waiting to see what I was  going to do next.  I LOVED the feeling of watching him watching me, all the while knowing that whatever happened next was a direct result of my choosing.  Ya know, the thing that sucks about writing by hand is that I forgot one of the most important parts!  Let me back up a little.  I was gonna go off to the gym shortly after so I was wearing my gym clothes when I took him out: a tight white top and VERY short, black yoga shorts.  I knew that as soon as he rolled out, his eyes would be glued to my body.  He's always loved my boobs and my butt, but I knew that, as giant as they are now compared to him, he would instantly get hard...and I wanted to see it happen!  Well, I was definitely caught off guard to see him roll out of my sock...with a hard-on.  He was hard in my sock!  What do you think this means, Diary?!  He's never been a big fan of feet before...maybe the scent reprogramming is working? 

       God, It's so exciting to think about!  I was so thrilled with the progress I had seen, that my initial plan of feeding him totally went out the window!  I dropped him right back into the sock without so much as a word.  It's kind of messed up, I guess...if he is a pet (which I'm starting to think he is!), my actions couldn't really be considered positive reinforcement...but then again...if he's aroused by the smell of my feet..then maybe it is!  Oh, Diary!  I feel like the most powerful woman in the world! 

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January 8th

6:15 PM

--Dear Diary,

       I actually considered stopping this for a little while, Diary...not the "owning Dan" part...hahahaha..the "writing part".  I visited home for the holidays (told the family that Dan was busy with work), and the airline must have lost my luggage, along with almost all my diary entries.  It's been 3 days now and I've heard nothing back from them...I had to go out and buy all new stuff...but I can't replace the pages of my diary that are now gone...God, there were so many good things written...things I've come back to MANY times :)  I only thank God that my little Dan wasn't in that suitcase too.  Luckily for me, he was tucked away in my right sock the whole time :)

     Oh yeah, seeing as my previous entries are gone, I guess I'll bring you up to speed, Diary.  Dan has graduated from a shoe warmer to a full-on foot warmer (well...I guess "toe-warmer" is probably a little more accurate..he's quite tiny).  I wear him pretty much all the time now.  He was in my sock, cuddled with my toes, the entire stay at my parents house.  He was there for the christmas parties, he was there for christmas morning.  My toes played with him on the long flights, long drives, long dinners, and long sleeps.  Sneakers, pumps, ballet flats, slippers, socks, nylons...my Dan called every one of these home for all holiday season.  This was our first holiday like this, and I can't wait for it all to happen again!  How does he feel about it?  I couldn't say..honestly...I haven't asked him.  I don't remember when my last diary entry was, but I think it was a few days after that, I just told him he was going to sleep with me.  He got really excited, of course, but I watched his smile fade as I removed my warm nylons and place them on the bed next to him.  I asked him, "Shall I put you in, or do you want to climb in yourself?"  He looked up at me, tiny tears in his eyes, and I said, "Little one, THIS", I pointed to the toe section of my nylon, "is going to happen...tonight."   He sat for a few moments, pleading with his eyes for me to stop.  I smiled at him..I witnessed it warm his heart..even for a moment..and then I said, "Ya know, if you just climb on in and accept this, you'll have the ability to choose which of my feet you cuddle with tonight.  Doesn't that sound great, little Dan?  The ability to make a choice?  Don't you want that?"  I slowly opened the waist of the worn nylons and said, "So, what's it gonna be tonight, little one?  Left or right?" 

       He hung his head in shame and burrowed into my nylons like a cute little animal.  I picked them up, too excited to wait for him to get to the toe section, and watched him tumble to the end.  I lifted the nylons so that he was lined with my face and took a light breath.  "Oh dear! That is quite a scent, isn't it little Dan?  I'm sure you'll be just fine with it though, right?"  With tears in his eyes, he hesitantly shaked his head up and down.  My heart just melted at that point!  I pulled the nylons up to my chest and hugged his tiny body.  I felt his little frame press into my breasts and everything, in that moment, felt like heaven to me.  A moment later, I lowered the waist of the nylons and began to put them on.  I did it slow...VERY slow...I wanted to enjoy it, Diary.  For heaven's sake, I hadn't had this boy between my toes since the day he shrank...and I didn't even know it was him!  As my mind raced, my foot raced to the toe section of the nylons where Dan sat waiting.  My soft foot made contact with Dan's skin and a shiver ran up my spine.  He was cold.  I told him to burrow between my big and second toe..and he did.  His body warmed up so fast against my feet.  I lifted my foot to peer at him once more before going to bed.  He looked so comfy, Diary!  He was just nuzzled up against my toes! I instantly remembered when he said they felt like pillows and my heart melted all over again.  I told him goodnight, and then I swung my feet under the covers and had the best sleep of my life.

Well, Diary, If I was lacking in suitable.... "material", I've definitely got some now! Hahaha.  I think it's time for me to go to the gym.  I've got to meet Brittany in 30 minutes...we're working legs today so I think I'll just leave Dan in my socks from yesterday.  He doesn't really fight me anymore, I can't tell whether he likes it or if he's given up.  I guess either one is fine for me :-)  Jeez, I can't wait to see Brittany again!  I haven't seen her since before I left for Christmas!  ...and you know what...it's been a long time since we had a nice heart to heart talk........................................<3<3<3<3<3<3

A long time had passed.  Dan was sure that Becky probably knew just how long, but he had no idea.  Time seemed to stop when he was between Becky's toes, and there weren't many minutes in a day when he wasn't surrounded by them.  He had grown strangely accustomed to their scent...he was used to it..he knew it...but he still didn't like it.  Dan's days were pretty routine: He'd wake up nestled with Becky's warm feet.  Sometimes she wore socks, sometimes stockings...sometimes he slept with her right foot, sometimes her left.  Dan had pretty much let go of any idea of growing back to his normal size.  He could never quite understand why Becky loved keeping him with her feet, but he was in no position to question her, and pondering would only be an exercise in futility.  After all, he had totally accepted that she was in charge now....and boy, did she ever know how to demonstrate her power...

Dan had been instructed to clean Becky's favorite pair of flip flops.  Over time, they had developed 5 large stains from her 5 large toes.  

"How would you have me get rid of them?", he asked.  

Becky just smiled for a moment, her hands on her enormous hips, and then she stuck out her tongue.  Dan gasped at her hint, which caused Becky to giggle.  

"YOU SMELL THEM EVERY DAY, LITTLE ONE.  I THINK IT'S FINALLY TIME YOU LEARN WHAT THEY TASTE LIKE!  PLUS THEY'RE MY FAVORITE FLIP FLOPS.  PRETTY PLEASE, DAN!"

Becky enjoyed asking Dan to do it, as if it were a favor to her...as if she couldn't simply make him do it.  She listened intently as Dan sighed, lost a little bit more of his pride and manhood, and agreed.  She gently placed little Dan on her left flip flop and instructed him to get started.  Dan looked down at the giant, bright orange flip flop.  Its white spots, as well as its toe prints, were larger than him.  Becky was about to leave, but she wasn't going to miss this...not for the world...and Dan knew exactly what she was waiting for.  Dan dropped to his knees, closed his eyes, and ran his tongue along the giant toe print on the far inside of the flip flop.  His small, soft tongue was scratched and abused by the gritty material of Becky's flip flop.  The taste was salty, but had a strong feminine power to it.  Dan had noticed this power, albeit at a very weak level, when he was unknowingly thrust between Becky's moist toes, but now it was almost overpowering, and Dan couldn't understand the feelings he was experiencing because of it.  Becky watched with delight and arousal, loving the idea of him tasting what she had left behind on her flip flop, what had been accumulating there for weeks.  With that boost, Becky happily stood up and bounced out of the room, telling Dan that she'd be back in a few hours.  

Hours passed, but Dan did not dare stop working.  As if Becky's instruction was not enough incentive, it had now been quite some time since he'd last eaten, and his former self would have been disgusted to admit it, but he welcomed the idea of ANY form of mass in his stomach, even if it came from his former girlfriend's toes.

SLAM

...the front door

Becky had arrived home from her errands.  Dan continued his work, perhaps more diligently, as he knew the giant beauty would surely come to check on his progress.  He heard her giant footsteps getting louder and louder.

"HEY LITTLE ONE!", Becky said to her tiny boy. "WELL, WOULD YA LOOK AT THAT!  YOU GOT RID OF A WHOLE TOE PRINT, HONEY!  GREAT JOB!"

She picked up the flip flop to admire Dan's work.  Sure, he had been working for over 2 hours, and all he was able to do was remove the stain left from her pinky toe, but she was proud of her little guy.  She placed it back down in front of him.  

"ALRIGHT, DON'T LET THAT GO TO YOUR HEAD", she joked, "I'M GONNA GO MAKE SOME FOOD.  IF YOU CAN HAVE ANOTHER TOE PRINT DONE BY THE TIME I GET BACK UP HERE, I'LL LET YOU HAVE SOME!"

Dan's eyes lit up, he hadn't eaten in days.  Dismissing his urge to maintain his useless and pain-inducing pride, Dan buried his little face into the next toe print and began lapping at it like a dog.  Becky giggled, stood up, and left the room.As she prepared some grilled chicken and mashed potatoes, she thought about her Dan and what he was doing.  She could have easily cleaned the flip flops herself.  It would have been faster and far more efficient.  But why, she thought, would she scrub and discard perfectly good buildup?  The stains on her flip flops came from her toes, so as far as Dan was concerned, they were fruits of the Gods.  She chuckled at how highly she thought of her feet, how highly she thought of herself.  She knew she only felt this way because of her little Dan.  Becky opened the door to find Dan still at work on her flip flop.  She looked on proudly at his hard work and could tell he hadn't so much as paused to take a breath.  

"WOW, Dan!  IT LOOKS LIKE YOU WERE BORN FOR THIS KIND OF WORK!"

Dan cringed at the statement, but was glad to see that she was happy.  Moreso, because it meant that he could eat now...even if the food was probably coming from--

"--ALRIGHT, LET'S BRING YOU AND YOUR FLIP FLOP DOWNSTAIRS TO EAT!"

Becky carried her flip flop and her Dan down the stairs and into the living room, where there was a plate of food resting on the floor in front of the TV.  Becky took a seat, indian style, and placed the flip flop about a foot from her plate of food.  

"ALRIGHT, LITTLE ONE.  READY TO EAT WITH ME? I'VE GOT A MEAL FIT FOR A KING AND IT'S ALL FOR YOU!"

Dan knew what was about to happen, but this was not the first time he was to see his meal and be expected to eat it, and it probably would not be the last.  Becky removed her sneaker, revealing her warm, sock clad foot.  Immediately, Dan felt the womanly embrace of her scent gently invade his nostrils and wrap around his entire body.  Next she removed her sock.  It clung tightly to her foot, turning inside out as she gripped the mouth and pulled it over her heel, along her soft soles, then over her toes.  Perhaps  it enjoyed its intimate closeness with her foot and didn't want to let go.  Dan watched her discard her worn sock, and there, between her big toe and second toe, as usual, was Dan's meal.  

"ALRIGHT HONEY, I'VE GOT A PIECE OF BREAD, A TINY PIECE OF MEAT...", Becky carefully picked the pieces of food from between her toes and placed them on her flip flop in front of Dan, "...AND FOR DESSERT..", she broke a small piece from her slice of chocolate cake."..SOME DELICIOUS CHOCOLATE CAKE.  I MADE IT MYSELF.  BUT ITS....NOT QUITE READY FOR YOU YET."

She said with a smile on her face.   She grabbed her recently discarded sock and slowly inserted the tiny piece deep into the toe section of the sock.  

"WE'LL JUST LEAVE THAT IN THERE FOR A LITTLE WHILE.  LET IT FINISH...BAKING! HAHA."

Dan happily consumed the food, enjoying the chance to eat again, even if his meal had spent hours in a sock while Becky ate her food and watched TV.  Dan broke the silence as he took one last bite of what Becky affectionately called "Dan's footbread", and asked Becky a question.

"How did it come to this, Becky?"

"COME TO WHAT?" Becky asked, confused.

Dan pointed down at the remaining food which he could not finish. "To this." He then pointed at her cute bare foot. "And that.  I used to be a person, Becky.  Why do you treat me this way?"

Becky sighed, she realized that this conversation would eventually come up, she just hoped it would delay itself for as long as possible.  

"DAN, YOU HAVE TO UNDERSTAND SOMETHING.  YOU SEE THAT STAIN ON MY FLIP FLOP?  THE ONE LEFT BY MY BIG TOE? GO STAND ON TOP OF IT SWEETY."

Dan walked from the heel section of her flip flop to the toe section and took position in the center of the stain.  

"LOOK AT THAT, DAN.  IT'S BIGGER THAN YOU.  MY TOE PRINT, NOT EVEN MY TOE...MY TOE PRINT IS BIGGER THAN YOU ARE.  YOU'RE SO SMALL NOW HONEY.  THERE'S NO WAY YOU COULD EVER HAVE A NORMAL LIFE AGAIN.  I KNOW YOU KNOW ALL THESE THINGS I'M SAYING, ALL THE THINGS I'M ABOUT TO SAY...BUT I'LL SAY THEM BECAUSE OF WHAT WE'VE BEEN THROUGH, BECAUSE YOU DESERVE TO HEAR THEM FROM ME."

Dan prepared his mind and his body for the things Becky was to say.  

"NEVER AGAIN WILL YOU, DAN, BE MY BOYFRIEND.  I'M SORRY HONEY, BUT THOSE DAYS ARE LONG GONE, AND YOU JUST HAVE TO ACCEPT THAT.  YOU CAN'T PROTECT ME ANYMORE..BUT ITS OK.  CAUSE NOW I CAN PROTECT YOU.  CONTRARY TO WHAT YOU MAY THINK, I STILL LOVE YOU, DAN.  BUT IN A DIFFERENT WAY NOW.  I WANT YOU TO BE SAFE, HONEY...AND I WANT YOU TO BE MINE.  I'M SORRY IF YOU CAN'T UNDERSTAND MY REASONING OR MY JUSTIFICATIONS, BUT YOU HAVE TO TRUST ME."  

She reached for her sock, the one containing Dan's dessert.

"YOU SEE THIS SOCK, LITTLE ONE?  THIS SOCK..IS MINE.  IT BELONGS ENTIRELY TO ME.  IF IT HAD A LIFE FORCE OF ITS OWN, IT WOULD SIT WAITING IN MY SOCK DRAWER, WAITING...HOPING...ACHING FOR ME TO PUT IT ON.  ITS BEST MOMENTS WOULD BE SPENT WRAPPED AROUND MY FOOT, FEELING ITS WARMTH AND SOFTNESS...IT WOULD MEMORIZE MY STRIDES, THE VIBRATIONS OF MY GAS PEDAL, THE NUMBER OF STEPS FROM MY CAR TO MY DOOR...AND IT WOULD COUNT THEM DOWN PAINFULLY, KNOWING THAT WHEN IT REACHED 0, IT WOULD BE REMOVED FROM MY FOOT AND CASUALLY DISCARDED INTO THE HAMPER."

Becky again casually tossed the sock to the floor, eyes never leaving Dan.

"BUT HONEY...THE SOCK, AS SAD AS ITS LIFE MAY SEEM, IS HAPPY!  IT EXISTS FOR ME.  IT EXISTS FOR MY FEET.  THE MOMENTS IT SPENDS WITH THEM ARE THE BEST IN ITS LIFE, AND I'M HAPPY TOO!  BECAUSE I DON'T HAVE TO WORRY ABOUT ANYTHING HAPPENING TO IT, IT CAN'T JUST GET UP AND WALK OUT.  I KNOW, AT ANY GIVEN TIME, THAT SOCK IS EITHER ON MY FOOT OR IN MY HAMPER.  I CAN REST EASY KNOWING THAT NOTHING BAD COULD EVER HAPPEN TO IT."

Becky gently caressed Dan's body.  He hadn't felt such a soft, romantic touch from her in god only knows how long.  Tears, feeling like acid, stung his eyes.

"SWEETY, YOU'RE THE SOCK. YOU'RE JUST ANOTHER THING THAT BELONGS TO ME, SOMETHING THAT I WANT TO KEEP SAFE.  BUT, UNLIKE THE SOCK, YOU ACTUALLY ARE ALIVE.  YOU, UNLIKE THE SOCK, WOULD DO OTHER THINGS THAN OCCUPY MY FEET IF YOU SO HAD THE CHOICE.  I'M DOING MY BEST TO REMOVE THAT CHOICE, DAN.  NO...I'M DOING MY BEST TO REMOVE YOUR DESIRE TO CHOOSE ANYTHING ELSE.  EVERY MOMENT SPENT WITH MY FEET IS NOT AN ACCIDENT.  THIS MEAL YOU'RE EATING, THE TOES YOU CUDDLE WITH, THE SOCK YOU'LL BE SLEEPING IN TONIGHT, IT'S ALL PART OF A PLAN...A PLAN TO REMOVE YOUR DESIRE TO BE THINGS THAT YOU CAN'T BE.  TO DO THINGS THAT YOU CAN'T DO."

Becky grabbed her sock again and removed the small piece of cake from the toe section.  She placed the warm desert in front of her Dan.

"BABY, YOU BELONG WITH MY FEET.  YOU BELONG TO THEM.  THEY'RE GOING TO KEEP YOU SAFE...THEY'RE GONNA KEEP YOU WARM, AND ONE DAY..THEY'RE GONNA MAKE YOU HAPPY.  OK?"

Dan wiped his eyes, grasped his dessert, and nodded his head.  Becky had warmed Dan's dessert with her feet, and she now warmed his soul with her smile.  

"YOU DID A GREAT JOB ON THAT FLIP FLOP, HONEY.  EAT UP..YOU EARNED IT!"

Dan did as he was told.  When he was finished, Becky brought Dan back upstairs.  

"ALRIGHT LITTLE ONE, I'D KEEP YOU DOWNSTAIRS WITH ME, BUT I DON'T WANT YOU GETTING DISTRACTED BY THE TV.  KEEP WORKING ON THESE FLIPS FLOPS.  I WANT THEM TO LOOK BRAND NEW, OK?"  

Becky looked at her alarm clock.

"IT'S ONLY 5:30 RIGHT NOW.  WE PROBABLY WON'T GO TO BED UNTIL AROUND 11 OR 12 SO, I THINK IF YOU WORK REALLY HARD, YOU COULD FINISH BOTH FLIP FLOPS BEFORE THEN.  I'M COUNTING ON YOU, DAN.  I KNOW YOU CAN DO IT!"

Becky's words of encouragement belittled Dan, but he had no more room in his tiny body for pride.  He wanted nothing more than to make this powerful woman happy, so he vigorously licked at her flip flops.  Becky thought about the night ahead.  Dan was going to spend the night in a sock alright...a very special sock.  Becky was conducting an experiment tonight and she couldn't wait to see what the results were.  She wished she could just fast forward to the next morning so she could know the outcome!  She giggled at Dan's new-found enthusiasm, and went downstairs to watch TV.

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