The lights above shined brighter than they had ever seemed to before, the field illuminated from end zone to end zone. The air was seemed heavy, the tension high. Everything rested on this next play. There were no shadows to hide in if he was to fail, but if he were to succeed, his triumph would be seen by all.

            Tyler had his eyes locked on the athlete in front of him. That was his target now. He knew the man well. Chase, three-year varsity athlete, body like a Greek god, eyes as beautiful and blue as the sea. He was the only thing standing between Tyler and his victory.

            The play had been rehearsed so many times. Just get past Chase, catch the ball, and run the few yards for the touchdown.

            “42” his quarterback called. Sweat rolled down Tyler’s face. This was it. “17, 59… HIKE!”

            It happened in an instant. The ball was thrown back, Tyler lunged forward. Chase went to stop him, his form moving to block. But Tyler was faster, spinning around his target, his path clear before him. He continued running.

            The ball was thrown. Nothing could be done now. Chase could only watch, his face a mixture of horror and despair as his rival caught the spinning ball running it in for the final point. But, there was something more to his emotions. Was it jealousy? Or perhaps admiration? No, that was absurd.

“Tyler, you did it!” Katie shouted as she rushed onto the field, jumping to him, throwing her arms around his neck, the crowd defining. “You really did it!”

            Tyler returned the gesture, his smile still implanted firmly on his gorgeous face. When Katie finally released her death grip on him he said, “Thanks. I couldn’t have done it without you cheering me on though.”

            “Oh stop with that teamwork nonsense,” Chloe said in a good nature as she came up to the pair. “You were amazing.”

            “Wow!” Tyler exclaimed, genuinely surprised. “An actual kind word from Chloe. Never thought I would see the day!”

            Chloe snickered, then responded, “Well I never thought you would actually win something.”

            “That’s the Chloe I know.” His smile was still as broad as ever.

            “Oh stop being mean and give him a hug!” Katie said humorously, her eyes rolling. Chloe shook her head in defiance, but came in for the embrace anyway.

            This was a perfect moment for Tyler. His rivals defeated, his fans cheering. The lights, as promised, only brightening his joy further. His closest friends here to share in the delight. Nothing could ruin this moment.

Tyler walked back to his car that night, the gravel crunching underfoot as he did so. It had been many hours since the game had ended, the after party stretching long into the night. Now all the lights had gone, but his smile had not lessened.

            As he walked through the chill air, he couldn’t help but relive the moment time after time. Slipping past Chase so easily, catching the ball perfectly.

            He could here a car coming behind him, so he moved onto the sidewalk absentmindedly, his thoughts somewhere else.

            The crowed cheered so loudly. Had they always been that loud? Or was the moment simply that amazing?

            Was that a car door? Oh, who cares? He had won. He had actually did it!

            “Hey,” A voice called gruffly behind him. Tyler turned, thinking it to be some loving fans. But, before he could even manage a “hello,” his head seemed to explode. He fell to his knees, his temples burning, his vision blurring. Down he went, unconsciousness taking him.

            “Well that was easy,” the man said above him, his blinding smile the only visible thing in the night. That, and his brilliant blue eyes.

Everything seemed hazy. The lights blurred, his head pounded. He rubbed his neck absentmindedly. What had happened last night? Then it all came back to him. The game, the joy, the walk, the car. Everything.

            He looked around, his vision slowly returning, panic quickly taking hold. He didn’t recognize his surroundings. In fact, it seemed unreal. There was a window before him, but it looked so far away. There was a bed, and what looked to be a dresser, but something was wrong. Where was he?

            “Well good morning,” a voice came booming down, its source unknown. Tyler quickly turned, his eyes wide. “Up here,” the voice said happily. Tyler looked up, his mouth dropping. His vision, almost all of it, was centered on the gigantic, aw inspiring face. Chase’s face.

            Tyler glanced around again, realization coming to him. He had been jumped last night, shrunken, probably by an illegal mini-mizer, and kidnapped.

            “How?” Tyler whispered to himself, shaking his head. He took a few seconds to breath, slowing his heartbeat, calming himself. Now was not the time for rash actions. If he was going to get out of this, he needed to be in control. “Why did you shrink me Chase?” he practically screamed back.

            The giant shifted around, crouching in front of the shrunken boy. It appeared that he had been placed on some sort of table, for he was now at eye level. “Why?” Chase repeated playfully, his smirk concerning. “Well, let me put it to you this way. I’ve been looking for a new toy, and who could possibly be better than the star of the football team?”

            “Wait,” Tyler said, hesitantly backing away a few steps. “Toy?”

            “Yep.” Chase said, almost menacingly.

            “W… what do you mean toy?” How was this happening?

            Chase rolled his eyes once, then reached over for his shrunken victim. Tyler tried to turn and run, but Chase’s massive hand was easily able to grab him, picking him up by his shirt, bringing him close to his enormous, yet beautiful, face.

            “I guess a more accurate word might be slave.” He lowered Tyler down the floor then, placing him right next to one of his massive feet. “A foot slave to be specific.”

            “No!” Tyler yelled, flabbergasted by entire experience. There was no way he was being anyone’s slave, especially not Chase’s!

            “Fine, its your choice,” the giant responded casually. “You can either start rubbing my foot like a good little slave,” that evil smirk returned again, “Or you can be crushed under it. Your choice.”

            Tyler could not respond, the gravity of the situation finally dawning on him. How the hell did his life come to this? Everything was so perfect yesterday, now everything was falling apart.

            So, without any other options, he gritted his teeth, took a deep breath, steadied himself, and walked over to Chase’s massive foot.

            “That’s it,” the giant said down as Tyler placed one tentative hand onto the massive wall of smelly flesh. “What a good little toy you’ll make.” The laugh that followed was sincere, if not a little evil.

            Tyler shook his head as he continued rubbing his hands over the rough, warm flesh. The smell was already getting to him, along with the humiliation of it all. “Not for long,” he whispered, plans of escape, foolhardy as they might be, already taking shape.

The clock on Chase’s dresser ticked slowly on. Too slowly for the shrunken teenage slave rubbing, and now even cleaning, the massive feet of his rival.

From the grime it looked like Chase hadn’t showered in a couple of days. The horrid smell only confirmed the suspicion. But Tyler didn’t have a choice in the matter, so he continued his work. His hands seemed to have covered every inch of Chase’s foot, from his hard heels to the thick layers of grime that nested between his toes.

The clock struck 7:30, an alarm sounding. Chase quickly silenced it. He looked down at the toy rubbing his foot, a sorrowful look on his face. “I guess that’s it for now. I have to go to school.” He almost spat the last words.

Tyler could barely contain his smile. Anything to be away from Chase’s feet. As he looked down at himself, his clothes covered in sweat and grime, he could only think about how many showers it would take to remove the stench. Many, was his guess.

Chase stood up then, towering above his prisoner, the sight being one to marvel at. How easy it would be for the giant to crush him. But, that was not his intent. Chase hurriedly stepped to his dresser, his foot falls rocking the entire earth below, and grabbed the first pair of pants he found. He quickly changed, then reached in for his socks. He slipped one on easily, went for the next, but stopped. The look he gave to Tyler sent shivers down the tiny boy’s spine.

“Wait a second!” Tyler stammered, backing away from the giant, knowing full well what he was planning. Chase walked slowly towards him, that devilish smirk once again slapped across his face. “You can’t do this!”

Chase reached down and quickly grabbed up his toy, holding it to his face. “I can’t?” he mocked. “And why not?”

“You’ll squish me!”

Chase looked down at his sock, then back at the tiny, cute boy in his fist. “Oh, you think you’re going to get stepped on!” He shook his head, chuckling. “No. I’ve got a better idea for you.” His hand drifted to the waistband of his jeans, his fingers slipping in. He pulled the fabric away from his body, tilting Tyler so he could look down at Chase’s exposed, gigantic package. He went white.

“Chase please,” he begged, but the giant wasn’t about to listen. He opened his hand, dropping the tiny boy. Tyler tumbled through the air, his head spinning, stopping only when he hit Chase’s massive, fleshy cock. He looked up in time to see the last fleeting rays of light before Chase let go, sealing him in his underwear.

“And Tyler,” Chase said down, placing his hand on his privates, pressing the boy against his cock even more. “Don’t forget to rub while you’re down there.”

The giant once again laughed to himself, grabbed his backpack, and walked through his door, smiling happily at the day to come. Tyler wasn’t as enthusiastic.

Tyler tried desperately to keep his balance on top of Chase’s cock as he walked, each movement making the world shake. The shrunken boy cringed every time he almost fell, gripping onto the giant a little bit harder.

            Tyler was faced with vast, almost unimaginable levels of embarrassment at his position, holding onto a giant, amazingly muscular man’s cock for dear life, but there was a little bit of pleasure there to. A small, minute portion that was completely dwarfed by everything else, but it was there.

            The shrunken boy had no idea what was happening outside of his tight, fleshy prison. His world rocked as Chase walked, his cock swaying with his movements. Then, after what seemed like an eternity, the movement stopped.

            The reality was that Chase had sat down for class, but there was no way Tyler would know that.

            “Ugh,” the boy groaned, trying to move off of the giant cock a bit. He couldn’t do much though, the soft, cotton lining of Chase’s underwear simply pushed him down harder.

            Seconds ticked into minutes and still Tyler was trapped, pressed against his archrivals gargantuan member. The air had grown hot and stuffy, and the smell only added to his discomfort.

            He asked himself once again, How had this happened? How had he been shrunken and now used as a sex toy? There was nothing he could do, no one who could help. Chase owned him in every way possible. Was this even as far as he was willing to take things? Tyler didn’t dare think about it.

            Chase, on the other hand, was only thinking about it. While his math teacher droned on and on, his mind was on the mental image of his pet, pressed again his member, rubbing his foot, under his balls, crushed beneath his massive form. Compressed to only a blood splatter. Then he realized something. Tyler, though he had been given explicit orders, was not moving. This could not be accepted.

            “Mrs. Calvin?” Chase called.

            “Yeah?” Mrs. Calvin, histeacher, answered in her customary I-don’t-give-a-shit manner.

            “Can I go to the bathroom?”

            “Fine.” She went back to the board, her rambling continuing. Chase smiled, then stepped out of the room.

Light flooded in on the tiny little toy as his giant owner opened up his prison. “Hey,” Chase said, his face crossed.

            “What?” Tyler asked coldly, squinting his eyes from the light.

            “I thought I told you to rub.”

            “I can’t,” The tiny replied with a smile, thinking he had at least won some part of the battle. “Your pants are to tight.”

            “Oh, I know how to fix that.” Chase lowered his hand into his waist, grabbing the tiny boy by his shirt once again.

            “How?” Tyler asked, worry creeping into his voice.

            “Like this,” Chase said as he lifted his cock with his free hand. Tyler barely managed to contain a scream as the giant let go. He fell until he landed hard on the squishy substance he could only assume was his master’s balls. His vision cleared just in time to see Chase’s massive member lowering down onto to him.

            “What are you hmfmfm…” he was cut off as the massive organ pressed itself down onto his mouth, effectively smothering him.

            “There, should have a little more space now.” Chase laughed above him, the motion shaking everything around Tyler. “Now make sure to rub.” His pants were sealed, and darkness once again fell on the shrunken little Tyler.

            He wiggled around for a moment, trying to take his mind off the sensations the movements must be giving his owner, until he was finally able to find a space to breath. He gulped down the hot, dank air greedily, his heart beating rapidly.

            He flopped down against Chase’s balls, exhausted from the effort. “Why couldn’t I have been shrunken by Katie? Or Chloe? Or anyone else but Chase!?” He screamed the last words, though he knew no one was going to hear him. No one was going to help the shrunken pet.

            So, after a moment more of recuperation, he did the only thing a pet could. Obey its master. He pressed his hands and body against Chase’s massive cock, stroking it with as much strength as his littler body could muster.

Chase soon returned to his seat, and the boring lecture that accompanied it. Mrs. Calvin rattled on, her huge ass swinging as she hurriedly walked from one end of the room to the other. Man her ass was huge.

            Thankfully Chase’s mind was centered on something other than his teacher’s righteous rump. He could feel his slave doing what it was supposed to, and he was taking great pleasure in it. He could feel Tyler’s hands rubbing down the length of his member, or at least part of it. Pressing with all his might against the massive organ on top of him, possibly crushing him. His breath rapid, his body covered in sweat. Chase looked down at his crotch suddenly, realizing that he was hard. He chuckled lightly to himself. Just another thing for his pet to enjoy.

            Through the length of the day, Tyler remained trapped in his captor’s underwear, the weight of his massive hard on preventing his escape. Even his movement was impaired, limiting him only to the mindless, repetitive task of stroking. For hours and hours he was continued, no end in sight.

            By fifth period the pure pleasure of the situation was getting too much for Chase. Every time he closed his eyes he pictured Tyler struggling for breath under his massive cock, stroking it like his life depended on it. He looked around the room, bored faces starring at the black board before them. He couldn’t hold it in any longer.

            “Mrs. Calvin,” Chase called.

            “What?” The teacher screeched.

            “Can I go to the bathroom?”

            “I don’t care.” Chase nodded, stood up, pulled his shirt down so that it covered up his erection, then left the class, smiling maliciously as he did so.

            Once again the light of the outside world blinded Tyler as his prison was opened up.

            “What now?” He called up to his giant captor.

            “I just wanted to commend you for doing such a good job.” Chase reached down, grabbing Tyler by his shirt, pulling him out from under his member, then placing him onto the top of it. “So good that I need you to finish the job.”

            “Wait, what?” Tyler yelled, taking at step back. He couldn’t be serious! Could he?

            “You heard me slave. Start rubbing, and don’t finish until I do.” Chase crossed his arms, looking down at his little pet.

            “No!” Tyler called back defiantly.

            “No? Well if you don’t want to, I could always step on you. Would you prefer to be a mushed up pile of guts?”

            Tyler looked down at the giant’s cock, then back up to his face. He was left with no option. He crouched down on his knees, shaking his head as he did so, once again rubbing the massive organ.

            “That’s a good slave,” Chase said, his smile as broad as ever.

            It couldn’t have taken more than a few minutes, but to Tyler it felt like hours. Sprawled out on the giant’s cock, rubbing it from its base to its tip, all for the satisfaction of his owner.

            “Yeah, move to the tip, slave,” Chase called when he was close. Tyler did what he was told without complaint, hoping that his suffering was almost at an end. Once again he dropped to his knees, rubbing the boy’s massive, fleshy, disgusting head.

            Chase gave a moan of pleasure, then reached down, grabbing his erection in his hand, pumping up and down. Tyler’s tiny body, though it felt amazing, just wasn’t enough. He needed to help the process along.

            Tyler tried to hold on as the massive fist moved up and down, shaking his erection with each movement. His member had grown so hot in the last few seconds. Tyler knew what was about to happen. He stopped rubbing, holding on for dear life.

            Chase’s cock exploded in an eruption of white, the force sending Tyler backwards. He tried to grab onto something but found nothing. He fell down the length of the organ, only stopping when he crashed against the base of it, pubic hair surrounding him.

            He only had a moment to collect himself before a wave of seamen hit him, the substance instantly gluing him to the other’s skin and hair. He struggled to free himself from the warm, sticky goo, but found that it was not easy.

            Wave after wave of the stuff erupted from Chase, falling mercilessly on his little pet, covering him completely, even to the point where he could no longer move. Surrounded, trapped within his master’s cum.

            “Ah,” Chase moaned after a few seconds. “That was amazing. Good job slave.” Tyler couldn’t hear his words of encouragement though. He was more concerned with holding his breath.

            Chase reached over to the toilet paper, ripping off a few squares. His hand came down to his crotch, wiping away as much as he could. He held up the paper when he was finished, looking at the glob of white in his hand. He knew Tyler was in there somewhere, though he didn’t really want to try and find him.

            “You know what?” Chase said as he stood up. “I think you did such a good job, I’m going to let you go free.” He tossed the used tissue into the garbage can beside him. “Good luck Tyler,” He said with a sadistic grin as he exited the bathroom, thinking he left his captive behind.

            The reality was worse. Tyler, trapped under so many pounds of his master’s seed, hadn’t actually been wiped away. Even as Chase pulled his pants up, Tyler remained trapped at the base of his cock, his pubic hairs only holding him further.

            He remained like this for the rest of the day, throughout school, and even the intense football practice afterwards. It was only when Chase entered the team’s shower that he was finally freed, the water washing away the glue that held him.

            The small, shrunken boy landed hard on the tile floor, the fall knocking him out instantly. But, at least he was free.

“So what school is this again?” Chloe asked Katie as their school buss pulled into the driveway.

            Katie shrugged, her deep, brown hair flowing around her shoulders. “Don’t know.”

            “Guess it doesn’t matter. We’re going to beat them tonight anyway.”

            Katie smiled. “Yep.”

            The girl’s soccer team walked into the gym together, then went off to the changing room, as directed by their coach. This particular school was a little short on changing rooms, so the away team had to use the boy’s locker room.

            They placed their equipment into the lockers first, but decided to look around before getting changed. It was always interesting to see what other schools changing rooms were like.

            The bathrooms were normal, except that they were painted with the most hideous shade of brown imaginable. It wasn’t hard to guess the reason. The ceilings were low and the lights flickered. Pretty much normal. They went to the showers next.

            “This is boring,” Katie said the moment they stepped in. They had been told that this was intended to be a boys locker room, and so hoped to see something interesting in the showers.

            “Yeah,” Chloe agreed. Besides the grime that caked the walls (which, sadly, wasn’t that abnormal) everything was completely boring.

            “Whatever, I’m going to change,” Katie said as she spun around, walking off towards the lockers. Chloe was about to follow, but something on the ground caught her eye. A small black dot on the ground.

            She crouched close to the thing, trying to make out what it was. She quickly came to the conclusion that it was only a bug. A normal, uninteresting, not even moving, bug.

            “Can’t there be anything interesting in this place?” she said as she stood up. Lazily she moved her foot forward, kicking the tiny bug, sending it careening wildly across the floor. She shook her head, turned, but stopped suddenly.

            Quickly she crossed the ground to where the bug had landed, and again she crouched low. She could have sworn she heard it scream, but that was impossible. Wasn’t it?

            The bug was lying face down in a shallow puddle of water, still unmoving. But there were little air bubbles coming up from its head, so it must have been alive. Carefully she moved her finger to its side, flipping it onto its back. Her eyes went wide when she saw the truth of what it was.

            “Hey Chloe,” Tyler said slowly, pathetically.

            “Tyler!” the giant whispered so that no one else could hear. “Oh man, I’m so sorry, I didn’t realize that… are you all right? What even happened?”

            The little bug boy sat up, clutching the side Chloe had so rudely kicked. He felt around a bit, but found no sharp pains. He shrugged concluding that there was no serious injury. Amazing really.

            “It’s a long story. Basically Chase, the star of this schools football team, shrunk me.”

            “Really?” Chloe asked back, her shock fading. She had heard about shrinking apparatuses, but didn’t think anyone would actually use one like this. They were extremely illegal. “Are you all right though?”

            “Yeah, I think I’ll be fine. Can you just get me back to normal size?”

            “Of course,” Chloe said immediately, extending her open hand and motioning him to get in.

            When he did climb on, he found he hand warm, soft, and all together comforting. His best friend had found him. He was safe. Now he could finally work on surprising the memories of the past few hours.

            Chloe walked back to the lockers, her hand closed around Tyler so that no one else would notice him. She looked around the room of girls, then down at her own uniform, then back to the shrunken boy in her hand. She had an idea.

            “Hey Tyler,” she whispered into her hand.

            “What?” the boy asked back hurriedly.

“I got a better idea.”

Tyler shook his head, hoping it wasn’t anything like the last idea he heard. “What is it?”

Chloe’s smile reminded him a lot of Chase’s. He didn’t like that. “Well, you see, my feet tend to get really sweaty when I play.”

“So?”

“So… I was thinking you could be a good little friend and try to clean them for me.”

“What?” Tyler shouted, amazed even by the request. Now one of his best friends wanted him to be her slave!

“Quite!” she quickly warned. She looked around, but no one had noticed. “Its not that bad. Just rub them a little.”

“I’m not rubbing your sweaty feet after you play an entire game!”

She giggled then. She always had an amazing laugh, a fact that Tyler had never, and would never, admit. “Who said anything about after?” Before he could say another word of protest, she lowered him down to a pair of old Nike running shoes. She dropped him, his tiny frame landing lightly on the thick, though disgusting, padding. Sweat had actually soaked into the fabric, and the smell rapped around his entire body.

“Chloe, stop!” he begged as she raised her giant foot above his head. Her sock was once white, but had since turned a dirty brown from the hours of abuse she had put on it. There were tiny specks of dust, grime, and many other unknown substances stuck to her sole. Tyler really didn’t want to become one of those specks.

Once again, he didn’t have a choice in the matter. Chloe, one of his best friends, lowered her foot into her shoe, shoving her toes as far in as they could. She could feel the tiny form of her friend trapped under it, right under her arch. She wiggled around a bit making sure he had a little room to breath. After all, she only wanted to play, not to actually hurt him.

She laced up her shoes quickly, sealing him in permanently, then stood up. “Ah, that feels good,” she said down, flexing her toes. “I think this will work out nicely.” Chloe walked out of the locker room, beaming happily, and onto the playing field.

“Hey could you… mpfmof! Just stop for a… mpfpht! Chloe just list…mpghgf!” Tyler tried to call out, but his voice was cut off consistently by his newest captor's foot coming down in her stride, falling on top of his face, smoothing him.

“Oh come on!” he shouted as she lifted her foot once more. He tried wiping the cotton out of his mouth but found the task difficult. At least he was in a good location. She barely put any pressure on her arch so he wasn’t getting squished. Just smothered a little.

Chloe casually tossed her long, golden hair back around her shoulders. She firmly planted her left foot, the one she kept her little prisoner in, onto the turf, flexing it until she could feel his tiny little body. “Ah, Tyler,” she moaned to herself as she started messaging her foot against him. “I always knew you would make a great foot toy.”

Somewhere in the distance a whistle blew. Tyler braced himself, knowing that the game was starting. This would be when things got serious. He rapped his arms around as much of Chloe’s foot as he could, which wasn’t much, and held on as she began her long, flowing strides.

Soon Tyler lost all sense of direction, and most of the feeling in his body. His prison was being shaken so much as his master ran down the length of the field, each impact of her shoe on the turf sending waves of pressure through his body.

But her weight was not the only thing Tyler would have to fight to survive. Soon he could feel tiny, almost microscopic drops of sweat taking shape on the underside of her sole, dripping slowly through her sock.             “Come on!” Tyler shouted in exasperation as a particularly large one of these drops found its way into his mouth as he sucked in a gulp of air. He gagged on it, spitting out as much of the foul, salty liquid as he could. Still, some slipped down his gullet. He shook his head wordlessly. How Chloe would have enjoyed seeing that!

It was becoming so hard to breath. The only time he had a chance to was when his friend took a step. Even then he only had a second, and it was almost always forced out of him whenever her foot landed back on the ground. Now the air was growing hot and sticky, the smell contaminating whatever purity could have been found. But Tyler was never one to give in, even when all odds were against him. He suffered through, taking the beating in stride.

You better hope I never find you shrunken one day! He swore silently to himself. Hey, even he had a bad side.

            “Wow Chloe, you were doing amazingly out there!” Katie said to her friend after the game was finished. They both stood in the locker room, their cheeks red, there bodies covered in sweat.

            Chloe shrugged. “What can I say, I felt… motivated today.” She tapped her left shoe on the ground for effect, though it was lost on the other.

            “Still, you were awesome.” The girl looked back at the grime filled showers and cringed. The thought of being naked in such an environment was less than appealing.

            “Yeah, I was thinking the same thing,” Chloe said, reading her friend’s expression. “I’m just going to wait ‘till I get home.”

            “Good plan.”

            Plus, the girl added silently. If I showered now my toy wouldn’t have anything to clean. She gave a devilish smirk, then continued changing.  

Tyler cringed a bit as her massive foot was lifted off of him, light poring down from the newly exposed opening. “Hello,” Chloe said with a friendly smile.

            The boy took a few moments to greedily gulp down the fresh air before continuing. It was so pure compared to stench that had polluted her shoe. “Hey,” he eventually responded back.

            “How was the game?”
            “Outstanding.” He had to fight to keep the sarcasm out of his voice. “Can you change me back to normal size now?”

            “Oh come on, you enjoyed that.”

            Tyler looked shocked by the accusation. “That’s a lie!”

            “Bull shit. I know you have a foot fetish.”

            “That doesn’t mean I want to get stomped on!”

            “Um, yeah it does.”
            “No it doesn’t!”

            “Yeah, it does!”

            “Look, I’m not debating my fetishes with you. Can you just grow me back to normal?”

            Chloe bobbled her head for a second, looking out through the window. “I could, but I kinda like having a little foot toy.” She leaned in close then and said, “Especially one as cute as you.”
            “Thanks,” Tyler replied without emotion. “But seriously, can you?”

            “Not until you clean my foot.” She reached into the shoe, grabbing him by the shirt. She then lowered his small form down to floor. He looked around then, realizing that they were back in Chloe’s room. No chance of getting help now.

            The giant reached down to her foot, ripping of her socks revealing her marvelous, slimy, gigantic feet. She brought them down next to her toy, that malicious smile once again apparent. “Just scrub ‘em, then I’ll bring you back to normal. Okay?”

            Tyler sighed to himself. He didn’t love the idea of being a toy… well no, that was one of his fantasies. In fact, he was enjoying being small. At least the non life-threatening parts. This actually wouldn’t be so bad, if it wasn’t for the humiliation of it all.

            He reached out, placing one hand on her giant, slick sole, the scent already wafting to him. “Ugh,” he groaned aloud. “Do I really have to?”

            “Yep. And make sure to get in deep. My toes get pretty gross.”

            “Great,” he said with a grimace as he started.

            He first scrubbed around the arch of her foot. The smell was so intense it almost knocked him out. But it was bearable as long as he held his breath. Still, he couldn’t help wishing he had a gas mask of some sort.

            “Oh come on Tyler,” Chloe called down after a moment. “Do you really think I can feel that?”

            “Well what do you want me to do?” Tyler called up, exasperated.

            “Press harder,” she said nonchalantly. “Use you entire body if you have to.”

            Tyler looked back at the massive wall of flesh. He grimaced, closed his eyes, held his breath, then fully embraced it, rubbing his entire body over her foot. “There you go,” Chloe said happily as she leaned back against the wall.

            The little foot massage went on for a while, Tyler scrubbing against the giant’s foot with all his might. He could feel her sweat seeping into his clothes, the grime from her sole dripping into his already matted hair. It was disgusting, humiliating… and one of the best experiences of his life. He only wished he was cleaning Katie’s feet instead. He always had a thing for Katie, ever since they were kids. Just the thought of being her littler toy was enough to make even this experience bearable.

            The phone rang right as Tyler was about to move onto her toes. Her smelly, jam filled toes. He cringed at the thought.

            Chloe reached over and grabbed the phone, answering it with a happy, “Hello?” She looked down at Tyler after a second, feeling that he had stopped rubbing. “Don’t stop now, your doing such a good job.” He nodded, rolled his eyes, and went back to work.

            “So what’s up?” Chloe said into the phone. Tyler started scrubbing her pinky toe. “Really?” He worked his way down to the base, digging his hands into the thick putty between her digits, gagging as he pulled the first fist full away. “No, why would they do that?” Her next toes weren’t any better. He could only wonder how many showers he would have to take to wash the smell away. “Wasn’t she going out with Amanda? I know, I want to try too.” How much gunk could one girl make? Surely not this much? Not in one day at least! “Blech- I hate how big her boobs are.” Tyler was tempted to look up at that, be he had his hands full. He glanced at her next, and final toe. He sighed longingly to himself. At least she had adorable feet.

            “Oh, that reminds Katie, I gotta show you something tomorrow!” Tyler shook his head longingly. The mention of Katie’s name brought back the desire to be her foot slave. She couldn’t possibly have feet this disgusting.

            The giant hung up the phone after another few minutes, looking down at her little friend. “Well, good news,” she said happily.

            “You’re going to get me back to normal?”

            “In a way, yes.”

            Tyler rolled his eyes. This couldn’t possibly be good. “What do you mean.”

            “Well, I don’t actually have a mini-mizer, so I can’t grow you back myself.”

            “What!?” Tyler exclaimed. Why had he been rubbing her feet for the last hour if he couldn’t even grow back to normal?

            “Calm down, I know someone who does. And I think you’ll be happy about it.”

            “Who is it?” Tyler asked cautiously.

            Chloe smiled, leaning down to the boy, grabbing him by his shirt. She moved him over to her shoes, then dropped him in once again. “Don’t worry about it, you’ll find out when I give you to them tomorrow.” She smiled again, then flicked off the lights. “G’night,” she said as she slipped under her covers.

            “Night,” Tyler said back gloomily as he leaned against the heel of her shoe. Did she really have to put him here? Where was he going to go anyway?

            He closed his eyes, accepting his fate. Tomorrow would be better.

The night came and went without event. Tyler slept surprisingly easily in his shoe prison, the warm, though smelly, insole serving as a relatively comfortable bed. Plus, working for hours rubbing different people’s body parts was exhausting work.

            “Morning tiny,” Chloe said after she smacked her alarm. “How did you sleep down there?”

            “Fine,” Tyler responded, rubbing the sleep from his eyes.

            “Well that’s good.” She reached into the shoe, pulling him out. “Here, I’ll put you in my backpack until later. Can I trust you not to be an idiot and run away?”

            “Where would I run?” Tyler said pessimistically.

            “Good point.” The giant dropped him into one of her side pockets, zipping it up most of the way. “Be a good little toy while I’m gone, alright?”

            Tyler looked up at her through the slit in the pocket. “Fine,” he said smiling. The second the zipper was fully closed his smile disappeared. Just the thought of being in the hands of another giant was enough to send shivers down his spine.

The school day went quickly. Tyler sat in his little pocket trying to fight off the boredom that was plaguing him. He almost wished to be back in Chloe’s shoe. At least then he would have something to occupy himself! Then again, was being nearly crushed that much better?

            “Hey Katie,” Chloe said to her friend.

            “Yeah,” the girl said back.

            “I have to show you something during lunch.”

            “What?”

            “I can’t tell you.”

            “Then why did you bring it up?”

            Chloe turned to the girl then gave a sly wink. “’Cause I’m a tease, silly.”

Tyler’s pocket was suddenly opened, Chloe’s massive, smiling face filling his view. She reached in without saying a word, cupping her hands around her little pet.

            “You ready?” Chloe said to the girl sitting besides her at the lunch table. All around them people were yelling and screaming in the normal lunchroom fashion. A few pieces of food were sent flying in the air, a teacher cursed off the kids who did it. Everything was normal.

            “What, is it an animal?” Katie asked, concerned, noting the protective way her friend held whatever it was.

            “In a way,” Chloe said with a giggle. She slowly opened her hand. And there, resting in her hand, was the tiny form of Tyler.

            “Chloe!” Katie exclaimed when she saw who it was. “What did you do?”

            “Not me! I found him like this.”

            “Really, when?”

            “After our game last night.”

            “Why didn’t you tell me?”

            “I don’t know,” she said with a shrug. “Forget about that, you have a mini-mizer, right?”

            “Well… yeah,” Katie admitted, rubbing the back of her neck.

            “So you can turn him back.”

            “Oh. Yeah, I could.” Katie nodded, looking down at the small boy in wonderment. Tyler returned her gaze with equal astonishment. It looked like his fantasies would actually come true!

            “Here, you take him then.” Chloe dropped Tyler into Katie’s outstretched hand. “Just be careful, he’s a bit delicate,” she added with a giggle.

            Katie went to her backpack, opening one of her pockets. “Oh Tyler,” she said, shaking her head. “How do you get into these situations?”

Tyler shrugged as an answer. “You know me.”

Katie dropped her backpack lightly on the ground of her room. The day had been long, and her mind had often drifted to her tiny companion. When she had first been given him, she was sure that she would grow him back to normal the second she could. That opinion had changed.

            Chloe, ever the little devil whispering in her ear, had convinced her to, as she said, “Have a little fun with him first.” She found the idea hard to resist. Besides, what harm could a little foot worship do?

            “Hey Tyler,” she said softly as she unzipped the pocket he was in.

            “Hello Katie,” he responded with a heartfelt smile, thinking his shrunken adventure was at an end.

            “Listen,” she started, gently picking him up and resting him in her open hand. “I have something to tell you that you’re probably not going to like.”

            “Oh,” Tyler said, his heart dropping a bit. He had hoped this would be easy. “What?” Somehow he already knew the answer.

            “Well, I was talking to Chloe… and she gave me some ideas.” She waited for a reaction, but there wasn’t one. She decided to just say it and be done with it. “I’m making you my pet for a little while.”

            “Why?” Tyler moaned, exasperated. Why did everyone he met want to use him?

            “Well, I don’t know. You’re just… It’ll be fun.”

“Fun!” Tyler exclaimed, leaning back. Then he thought about the idea for a minute. Hadn’t he been wishing for this exact situation not a day ago?

“Yeah. And anyway, you don’t have much choice. If you want to get big again, you’re going to have to do what I say.” She put her free hand on her hips, trying to look as authoritative as possible. She was too cute to be imposing though.

“Fine, if I have to,” Tyler said after a moment, secretly satisfied with the bargain. As she placed him down on her floor, he only wished that her feet wouldn’t be as bad as Chloe’s were.

She made a big show of taking off her running shoes, tossing them in the far corner for effect. Now that the awkward part was over, she was enjoying being in control. She ripped of her sock next, sniffed it, pulled back in disgust, then looked down at Tyler and smiled.
            “What do you want me to do?” the boy asked.

“What do you think a good pet should do? Clean the gunk from my toes.”

“Really? Can’t I just… I don’t know, rub them?”

Katie gave a short laugh. “Nope,” she said happily. “You have to clean. Now get to work.”

Tyler shook his head, then slid in between her largest toes. Already the smell was getting bad. If he had hoped it would be any better than Chloe’s, he was sadly mistaken. Above him, the giant flipped on the Television, leaning back to enjoy her little massage.

            Though her feet were just as disgusting, vile, sweaty and gross and Chloe’s, Tyler found himself actually enjoying it. As he shoveled out fistfuls of toe jam, he did it with a smile on his face. Well, except for when Katie decided to move and some of the gunk slid onto him. But still, the knowledge that it was Katie’s feet he was cleaning made it all worthwhile.

            Katie closed her eyes for a moment, thinking about the situation. Tyler, her secret love, her best friend, was fondaling her feet! He was her pet, her tiny little servant. But, most of all, this was real!

            How many times had she starred out the window, thinking about this situation? How many times had she been lost in thought, dreaming about him? It seemed almost to many to count.

             “How you doing down there?” the giant asked when Tyler was nearly done with one foot.

            “I’m alright,” he called back, trying to keep the joy from his words. He didn’t want Katie to get the wrong idea.

            Katie nodded, thinking for a minute. “Well, you’re not doing a very good job.” She said it without humor, but her joking smile gave away her true feelings. “You’ll have to do them all again.”

            “What? I didn’t do anything wrong!”

            “Oh, so you don’t even see the imperfections you’ve made?” Katie wiggled her toes as she said it. “Well, I’m just going to have to show you, aren’t I?”

            “Wait, what do you… Hey!” Before he could finish, Katie had leaned down from her bed, which she had been sitting on, and picked him up. She scooted back, pulling her feet towards her.

            “Just be quiet. This is how you should be cleaning.” With a grin, she lowered Tyler’s small, fighting form down to her other, still dirty, sole. Then, forcefully, she pressed his body between her toes, rubbing him between them.

            He tried to scream in protest at being used so forcefully, but when he opened his mouth, it was filled with her toe jam and sweat. He tried to push away from her warm, smooth toes, but the pressure she put on him too great. There was nothing he could do but accept it.

            She pulled him out after a few seconds, her shirt covered, his pants dripping. But these were not the only things Katie noticed. More pressing was his silly grin and red cheeks.

            “Wait,” she said. “are you enjoying this?”

            “What?” Tyler shouted, suddenly snapping out of his toe filled euphoria. “No, it was just….”

            “No, that’s good.” She glanced around the room, as if someone might here. Her cheeks were growing red as well. “I thinks it cute.”

            “Oh…”

            “I, ugh, kind of think your cute to.” She shook her head, looking away. That was such a dumb thing to say!

            “Really? I thought you just liked me as a friend.”

            “Well I do! But I mean… I’ve always kind of wanted to be more. You know.”

            “Actually… yeah. I do know.”

            Now her eyes went wide. “You mean, you’d want to?”

            Tyler shrugged, trying to contain his joy at the situation. Its not every day your giant crush confesses her love for you. “I guess. Why not.” Inwardly he congratulated himself on playing it off with such vast amounts of cool.

            “Then, I guess you wouldn’t mind if we continued?”

            “Nope.”

            She smiled wickedly then, he long, flowing brown hair dropping onto her face. “Then I’ve got a couple things I want to try out.” She placed him down on her bed, rolling over so that she was on her stomach.

            “Sounds fun,” Tyler said, a little worry creeping back into him.

“So, what did you want to try?”

            “Hey tiny, you don’t get to ask questions. I’m the giant, I do the ordering,” the girl said confidently, her adorable smile still where it always was.

            “Alright,” Tyler said, trying not to sound intimidated.

            “Take off your cloths.” She said it so easily, it almost didn’t register.

            “I’m sorry, what?”

            “You know what I said. Strip tiny!”

            “Don’t you think were moving a little fast?”

            “Nope. Now strip!”

            “But…”

            “Take them off, or I’m going to take them off for you.”

            “I’m not going to…”

            “Fine, have it your way.” She reached out and grabbed him before he could even manage a scream. Her slim, delicate fingers dropped to his waist, grabbing his shirt and pulling it over his head. She took a second to admire his tiny, but beautiful body. She could only imagine what the rest looked like.

            “Can you just wait a second!?” Tyler begged as her finger lowed to his jeans.

            “Nope,” was her simple response. She didn’t waist time fumbling with the button. She just ripped them off so that he was left only with his boxers. “I would rip those off too, but I don’t want to grab anything else. Would you mind?”

            “Ugh, fine!” Tyler shouted. He reached for his underwear, completely conscious of Katie’s starring, huge eyes, and pulled them down. “You happy now?”

            The giant nodded. “I think so.” She shifted about then so that her feet were once again swinging off of the bed. She placed Tyler on the ground between them. “Try rubbing them now.”

            “Um… alright,” Tyler said as he went up to her first toe. He felt a little self continues now, a bit embarrassed, but the thrill of it all was proving the stronger emotion. His crush, his best friend, actually liked him! And now he even  has the opportunity to scrub her fabulous feet. Ah, what could be better?

            He eagerly pressed himself against her first toe, rubbing as foorcefully as he could manage.  “Ah, now you’re getting it,” Katie said down to her little toy.

            “Guess I just needed someone to show me how.” He kept rubbing, loving every second.

            They both lost track of time. It was such a pleasant experience for the two of them, each living out their secret fantasies with the other. If Tyler had the opportunity, he might have actually thanked Chase for shrinking him. Not what happened immediately after though. That was still a dark spot in his memory. Or, at least he liked to think so.

            “I have to say Tyler, you make an excellent masseuse,” Katie said down to her toy. She glanced over at the clock, cringing a bit when she realized how much time had slipped by.

            “Thanks,” Tyler replied happily, stepping away from her grimy feet.

            “You know what that means, right?”

            “No. What?”

            “Well, it means you get a reward!”

            “Really?” Tyler said, grinning widely. “And what would you give a little pet for his reward?”

            Katie chuckled warmly. “I’ve got an idea. It’s based mostly on what’s going on about your waist.”

            Tyler hurriedly looked down, only to notice how hard he was. His checks instantly reddened and he tried poorly to cover himself. He failed, and looked amazingly silly as he did so.

            “No, don’t be embarrassed. We’re doing this together, remember?”

            “Well… yeah. Your right.” He slowly removed his hands, standing up straight, trying to be confident in his display.

            “Good. Now lie on your back.” He did as he was told, placing his hands at his side. The wood floor felt cold against his naked back. “Now close your eyes.” He did.

            He waited patiently as his friend moved around above him. “Ready?” she asked. He nodded. Then, unexpectedly, he felt a pressure push down on him. Something, smooth, warm, and soft came down along his entire body, smoothing him. He opened his eyes only to see the vast expanse of flesh covering his view.

            “Wait, what are you doing!” he shouted, fearing the worst. The giant pulled her foot back, sliding her smooth sole along his body, and especially his hard on, until his head popped out from between her toes.

            “Haven’t you ever heard of a foot job?” she asked down with a giggle. “No? Well don’t worry. Just enjoy it. And that’s an order, pet!” Again she moved her foot so that it slid on top of him. He closed his eyes, concentrating on the amazing feeling of smooth skin caressing him, and trying to block out the horrid scent and beads of sweat. Though, as he would realize later, even these disgusting additions made the sensation better.

            She continued to roll over his body with her foot, starting out slowly and gently. He didn’t move for a time, just laid on the ground enjoying it. But, as the feelings inside him grew, he became more daring, wiggling around under her, pressing his face against her skin, even daring a lick or two.

            “That’s a good little slave,” Katie whispered as she started going faster, pressing that much harder into him. “You like that tiny?”

            Her skin rushed over him, pressing him into the ground, almost to the point of popping ribs, but Tyler didn’t mind. In fact, he loved it. Not even for a second did he think he was in danger. He trusted Katie now, completely, and returned her added pressure with passion of his own.

            This continued for a few more minutes until the feelings inside Tyler became too much. The warm, soft, though grimy, skin sliding over his erection, pressing it down, then releasing the pressure, caressing it. It was amazing. It was too much to bear. All at once Tyler released himself, spilling his seed onto his giant friends sole. She took her foot of him a moment later, feeling the wet spot.

            “Enjoyed it, did you?” she asked down. Tyler, who was panting on the ground below, could only manage a nod.

            The sun had gone down over the horizon, and Tyler sat, now fully grown, at the edge of Katie’s bed. After her little reward, she had decided to let the games, as well as the adventure, end. She grabbed her mini-mizer, which she had safely hidden in a brown box under her bed, and grew him back to his normal size. She had neglected to also resize his clothes, but after a few minutes of teasing, grew them back to normal as well.

            “So, I guess your going to leave now,” she said sadly as he zipped up his jeans.

            “Yeah, I probably should. I’ve been gone for a while, my parents might be worried.”

            “Alright. Um, Tyler?” Katie asked, her voice wobbling.

            “Yeah?”

            “Do you think we could… um… do this again sometime?”

            Tyler stopped for a moment, considering the proposition. He turned to her, smiling, and said, “What, be your foot slave for another night? Having you torture me? Play with me? Step on me?”

            “Yeah, your right. I’m sorry I…”

            “Katie,” he cut her off.

            “Yeah?”
            “I would love to.”

            “Really?” she asked, her eyes wide. “You didn’t mind?”

            “No, not at all. But, next time, could you be a bit more gentile?”
            Katie nodded, then added, “I’ll try, but no promises.”

            “It’s a deal then.” He walked over to her window, opening it up. He didn’t want her parents thinking anything had happened. “Till then Katie,” he said as he slipped out the window.

            Katie nodded, still sitting on the edge of her bed. “Until next time, my little foot pet.”