Staring into the closet, Lance realized he was starting to get low on food. At best he had a couple days left of food supplies. Since the deadly pandemic started, he hadn’t bothered to head into town. The president had ordered a Shelter in Place for everyone in the country and for good reason. People were dying at an unprecedented rate when coming into contact with the deadly virus. Twenty five percent of people died even at a healthy age. He personally hadn’t seen anyone in a couple weeks. Before society had reached its panicked state, Lance had loaded up on the supplies that he could when this all began ramping up, but he was by no means prepared to sustain for an extended period of time.
As he weighed his options of doing a supply run, he remembered what his neighbor Gena had offered him. She had told him that if he ever felt in danger, that he could make his way to her home just down the street. She was a a wealthy woman who had made a small fortune through several business ventures. Unlike Lance, she had an abundance of food that she had stocked up on and was most likely good for the next year or so. The problem for Lance however was he had never spoken with her that much prior to now. She was his only neighbor on the quiet street, and he couldn’t even see her house from the road, since it was tucked behind a large secure wall and private gate. How was he supposed to bump into her when the only time he might see her is when she was driving to or from her mansion.
In addition to her secluded place of residence, Lance had always found her to be a bit intimidating and he tended to get shy in her presence. She was a very successful person, and always spoke with an abundance of confidence and enthusiasm. She seemed like the total package, and in truth, Lance really liked her, but he would often freeze up during their interactions. He assumed her impression of him was awkward and quiet, and probably even found it comical how much shorter he was than her. Lance was more of an average woman’s height at 5’5’’, while Gena towered above most people at 6’6’’. Everything about her was above average or exceptional and that’s what Lance found intimidating.
The least he could do was say hello before he became desperate for supplies he reasoned. Lance grabbed his rifle and made his way down the road, checking his surroundings as he made his way towards her place. The private entrance was tucked a little off the road and not completely visible, but the doors were impossible to miss once they were in eye shot. He casually walked up to the intercom and rang her.
“Hello? Who is there?” A familiar voice called out.
“Hey, Gena! It’s Lance, your neighbor. I wanted to check in and see how you were doing.”
“Lance!” She exclaimed. “Yes, please come in. I’m glad you stopped by.?“
The gates jolted awake, and the sound of creaking steal rang out as the doors began to part. Lance didn’t wait long before squeezing through the opening and hitting the close button on the other side. His heart began to race as he wondered how best to approach the need for his visit. The last thing he wanted to do was seem like a mooch or leech to her during these strange times. He could see her house in the distance with a small light near the front door. He scanned the area, noting just how large the property was compared to his own, then he took a moment to collect his composure before ringing the doorbell to her home.
*Ring*
“Come in!”
Lance turned the doorknob and gently swung the door open. He rounded the door and saw Gena working on a table in the distance with some tools and a microscope. He took a moment to observe while she worked.
“Hey there, how’s it going? Whatcha got there?” He greeted.
“Oh just some project I’ve been working on for the past couple months. I was just making some tweaks. Sorry for being rude and not opening the door.” She apologized while removing her gloves and goggles. “Can I get you a glass of wine?”
“Sure. I’d love that.” He replied.
“Red or white?”
“Red, please”
“Sure thing! Let me come grab a hug and then I’ll grab us our drinks.”
Lance braced himself for the awkward hug to come. He watched as she approached him, nearly awestruck by her beauty. Her long legs seemed to glide through the air, leading up to her toned body and small perky breasts. It was obvious she worked out and maintained a lean and fit physique meant for that of a goddess. To top it off, her picturesque face made her model material, with a beaming smile and long dirty blonde hair. He opened his arms to accommodate the best he could and was greeted the with the typically breast-to-face hug as she bent down to bring her head level to his own. She gave him an unexpected tight squeeze and lifted him up, standing to her full height. Lance floated helplessly, not knowing how to respond.
”I haven’t seen you in so long! It’s been so lonely here these last few weeks.”
“Must be. No one is ever excited to see me like this.” He joked.
She slowly released him back to the ground and turned to walk to the bar in her living room. “I’m sure that’s not true at all. Unless you have some dark secret I don’t know about.”
“Why would I tell you now?”
“Ha. You are right. I guess I’ll have to get a few drinks in you before you tell me all the wild things about yourself.” She joked before bringing back two full glasses of wine and an extra bottle.
“Is this the new standard pour during the pandemic?” Lance laughed.
“Oh no. This has been my standard pour for years. You would know if you ever came to visit.” She said while sitting in a nearby sofa chair. He took a seat adjacent to her on the couch before clinging glasses with her.
The banter between them was something Lance always enjoyed. She was witty and always gave him a good laugh. “It’s a bit intimidating to enter the fortress.”
“Is that what it is? Well I’m not here to entertain the weak. I’m only here for the brave, so welcome.”
Lance continued to joke and banter as they drank down their glasses and the additional bottle of wine over the course of the night. After a couple hours, Lance could definitely feel the effects of the alcohol begin to take hold. He felt zero nervousness and his mind finally mustered up the courage to ask what he had originally came here to discuss.
”Sooo. I don’t know about you, but I’m almost out of food.” He admitted. ”And now it sounds like it’s going to be a few more months of this. I’m gonna have to make a trip to the store tomorrow.”
Gena’s face became concerned and her laughing became silent. “Absolutely not. The last thing you are doing is risking your life by coming into contact with others. Just stay with me for the time being. I have plenty of food and I could use the company before I become crazy.”
They laughed together for a moment a sipped their glasses while taking glances at each other. The mood was becoming rather flirty and Lance actually felt normal around her for the first time of their neighborly life. “Are you sure? I don’t want to encroach on your space.”
“Oh yes. I don’t know if you’ve seen, but I live in a fucking mansion.” She laughed. “We could probably live together and not see each other if we wanted to. Seriously, stay. There’s no sense in risking your life. If you feel bad, you can help take care of the place. I had to get rid of the maids when this all happened.”
“Is that how I come come across? Do I put out those maid vibes?” He laughed, joking about her proposition.
“Well no. You put out more of a masseuse vibe.” She fired back, before kicking her slippers off and setting her enormous feet onto Lance’s lap. “And my feet are in need.”
Lance was not expecting her to do something so bold, but quickly looked for a place to set his drink. Before he could set it down, Gena’s black polished toes pinched the stem of his glass and slid it from his hands. She gently set it on the table, laughing the entire time.
“Very talented.”
“Yes I know. These long toes come in handy every now and then. They are like fingers.” She placed her foot back onto his lap and repositioned her chair so that she was directly facing him, making it easier to keep her feet on his lap. “Seriously, look at them compared to your little fingers.”
Lance was facing her soles now, and unbeknownst to Gena, he had a bit of a foot fetish that was provoking the bulge between his legs to grow. Surprisingly her feet were very well kept and her soles had little to no blemishes anywhere. Lance held his ring finger up between her big and second toe (her longest toes) and confirmed that they were indeed about as long as his finger. They both laughed at the reality of it, granted Lance had smaller than average hands, even for his height.
“See! I told you!”
“You were right. It’s not that surprising though since your feet are pretty big.”
“Yeah I know. They are fucking gigantic. You know how hard it is to find a men’s size 15 shoes in cute women’s shoes?” She vented.
“Have you asked Sasquatch where he?” Before Lance could finish his joke, Gena planted the upper part of her sole against his mouth to silence him and then quickly put it back in his lap.
“Less talking. More massaging.” She giggled.
Lance quickly grabbed her giant foot between his hands and began digging his thumbs into her arch, careful not to show his enjoyment of massaging her. At this point, he had a raging erection in his pants that fortunately his jeans were able to contain. His thumbs worked up and down the long sole, applying a soothing pressure as they moved up and down. Gena was obviously enjoying it as much as he was.
“Oh my god, that feels sooooo good. Don’t forget this one.” She said, waving her other foot in front of his face. This woman was trying to put a hole in his pants.
His hands reached for her elevated foot, which she slowly began to lift, keeping it just out of his reach. She laughed loudly, snickering at his limited reach. “Okay, very funny. I guess you don’t want that foot massaged after all.”
”No, you’re right.” She retorted, lowering her toes back in front of his face. ”I want it sucked. Suck those finger toes,” she giggled.
Lance couldn’t believe his ears. The hot neighbor he was afraid to talk to was now offering him to suck her toes. Without much hesitation, Lance grabbed her ankle and reeled her toes closer until he inserted her second and third toes between his lips, pushing until he reached the base of her toes.
“Mmm,” she cooed while removing her top, “It’s been so long since my last time. Take off your pants? but don’t forget to keep sucking my toes.”
Lance fumbled with his belt buckle and then squirmed to get his pants off all while running his tongue between Gena’s lengthy toes. Gena watched her smaller companion undress as her fingers traced circles against her throbbing clit and the man passionately sucked her toes. She hadn’t told him, but she loved having her toes sucked. She enjoyed being in control in every aspect of life and having a man beneath her feet was in tune with that desire. Once he was finally naked, Gena grabbed his cock firmly between her toes.
”I want this dick inside of me. When I let go, I want you to follow me into my room. Do you understand?” She said sternly.
Lance was at the mercy of Gena’s desires. She had his throbbing cock between her toes, and he felt like he would cum at the slightest movement of her toes. Luckily Gena had other intentions and let him go before standing up off the chair. She bent downward and grabbed Lance by the throat. Her hand easily wrapped around his neck and she hoisted him upward and onto his feet. She then slid her hand around the back of his head and pulled him in forcefully, shoving her nipple into his mouth. Lance didn’t miss a beat, and used his tongue to please the amazon’s pleasure point. He alternated between the two breasts before she stepped back and led him away from the fire lit living room and into the dark halls of her home towards her bedroom.
He followed the towering woman into her room, where she then fell backwards onto her bed. Her long frame seductively inched back until her knees were just barely on the bed, and gestured for Lance to come closer. As he approached the bed and her exposed lady parts, her foot shot out and onto his hip, blocking from moving forward. Lance stopped, puzzled by her conflicting signals that left him unsure what to do next. Her toes then crept over and once again gripped onto his throbbing cock, until being joined be her other set of toes. With her longest toes stroking him slowly, Gena asked him a question.
“Have you ever had a toejob before?”
“No. Never.”
“Do you like it?”
“It’s still hard isn’t it?” He replied not wanting to divulge his fetish too early.
She smiled and tugged his dick forward, reeling him in until she could grab him with her hands. Aggressively she pulled him onto her bed and on top of her, ripping his shirt off in the process. Lance immediately inserted himself between her legs and into her wet vagina. She was tight, and her lips gripped firmly onto Lance?s dick as he pushed in and out repeatedly. Gena began to moan as Lance drove himself deep inside of her. Her legs were up, and her toes flared out in response to the pleasure emanating from inside. Her eyes rolled into her head as Lance continued to fuck her hard and deep. Her hands grabbed his hips and pulled rhythmically, slapping his body forward at a faster pace. She wanted to cum and she was nearly there.
”Fuck me hard, Lance. I’m…Almost?” He drove hard, slapping fast against her pussy until finally, “…There.” Her legs clinched around him as she climaxed, trapping his dick inside of her while her nails dug harshly into his skin. Gena soaked in the moment briefly until finally being able to relax her body again, freeing Lance from her grasp. Her body slowly slid off the bed and onto the floor until her mouth found its mark. It didn’t take long before Lance came into her bobbing mouth. The wet sensation of her tongue was too much to hold out on, and he blew his eager load into her welcoming mouth. Gena continued to suck all while swallowing his load, making sure to milk him for all he had until finally Lance collapsed onto the bed, unable to take anymore.
It wasn’t what he had planned for the night, but he surely didn’t regret anything. Gena was perfect. Maybe the Shelter in Place law was a blessing in disguise.
When Lance woke the next morning, he reached over to touch Gena only to find an empty bed instead. He sat up groggily only to see the room was vacant. He threw on some clothes and walked out to find Gena working at the table again with tools in hand. Lance quietly approached her and put his hands on her backside, accidentally startling Gena. She jumped up and screamed.
“Oh my god, you scared me. That’s no way to tell me good morning.” She said, before fiddling with her project again. Lance thought it looked like some sort of pistol.
“You building a weapon, you terrorist?” He joked.
“No, not at all. But while you are here, we should probably discuss the food situation from last night. Now I went through and counted the food. Currently we have enough to last about 9 months with you here. However we can extend that under different circumstances.” She explained.
“Okay and what circumstances are those.” Lance asked.
“Well instead of rationing, if we can change the amount you need to begin with to something smaller then we extend the duration our food supply will last. Does that make sense?”
“Yeah, but how do you lower what we need?”
“Well what if you were smaller?” She asked. “Then you don’t need to eat as much.”
“What like shrinking?” Lance questioned, unclear of her thought process.
“Exactly.”
Lance laughed. “Yeah sure. And make a cure for the epidemic while you’re at it.”
Lance walked to the kitchen to grab some water when something warm struck his back, causing him to fall to the ground. His vision was nothing but a white blur, all during which it felt like he was being electrocuted. He assumed Gena had tased him and the pain was just as he would have imagined. He squirmed and wriggled on the floor until his body finally calmed and his senses returned to normal. Slowly his vision came back to him and he rolled onto his back gazing up at the ceiling and a familiar face. He felt dizzy and nauseous. Lance pushed himself up using his elbows and realized something was wrong… very fucking wrong.
Gena stood with her hands covering her mouth in disbelief. The gun she was holding only moments before had dropped from her hand and inadvertently shot Lance in the back. She froze, fearful the beam may have killed him in the process, but was relieved to notice Lance’s squeamish movements on the ground. He appeared to be okay although he wasn’t exactly the same person he was before, physically. The gun operated as it had been meant, leaving Lance in a shrunken state.
“Hoooo-lee-shit. It worked! It actually worked.” Gena exclaimed.
“What the hell did you do to me, Gena?” Lance screamed, panicked by his enlarged surroundings. “Did you actually shrink me?”
“Uhhh yeah… I think so. Are you okay?”
“Yeah. Just tell me that you can put me back to my normal height .”
“I’m pretty sure. We just need to wait for for the gun to recharge. In the meantime you’ll be stuck as you are. Are you sure you’re okay? Do you need help getting up?” She asked, squatting to her knees to offer a hand.
Lance reached out to grab hold of her and immediately saw the difference in size. His hand managed to grab hold of several fingers before she effortlessly hoisted him back to his feet. Lance was now slightly taller than Gena who was still squatting down. If she went on her knees, she’d probably tower over him, he thought. Given his current state, Gena put a hand on his shoulder to help balance him since he appeared a bit wobbly from the shrinking effects. His body was probably still recovering from the sudden change of size. He stood for a couple minutes until he could see straight and hold his balance.
“Hey, I know this may be a bit abrupt but I need to take some measurements for my records. I don’t have the equipment set up to take your vitals, but at the very least, let’s document your height and weight as well as any of the symptoms you may be feeling.” She grabbed a ruler from her nearby tools and walked over to the wall. “Come over here real quick. It’ll just take a sec.”
Lance glared at her with an attitude. “Gena, I’m not a fucking science experiment.”
“I know I know, but it’s important. I might need this data to get you back to normal at some point. Please.” She begged.
Lance’s frustration built with each word exiting her mouth. “To get me back? Are you not sure you can do that now?!”
“I’m pretty sure. I can’t say for certain as this is the first time this has happened with a human.” She argued.
Lance reluctantly walked over to the wall where Gena stood, holding the tape measure. He placed his back against the yellow tape running up the wall and stood straight, as though he cared about adding any inch possible. He watched as her finger traced down the numbers until gently settling on his head.
“49 inches. That would make you—“
“ Four feet one inch.” Lance interrupted.
“Yes. Now let’s see how much you weigh.” Before Lance could respond, Gena cupped a hand under each armpit and lifted him off the ground as though he was a small child. “Oh you are lighter than I thought.”
Lance tried not to lock eyes with her as she made her way to the scale. He couldn’t help noticing that she was smiling from ear to ear. She finally set him down on the scale and they both stared at the blinking digital dashes, waiting for it to output a number. Finally it did: “57”.
“A tad under sixty pounds?” Gena laughed. “I guess you are as light as you felt. Just remember that in case you ever try to cross me. I weigh about three times as much as you do now.”
Although she was joking, Lance felt emasculated and embarrassed by his new stature. She was already large compared to him before and now she was a god damn giant. All the comfort and trust he had built with her last night had vanished.
“This is fascinating,” She exclaimed, examining his body. “I never thought it would happen so soon, but sometimes I surprise myself. And to make things even better, it happened to my sexy neighbor.”
Gena pinched his cheeks between her fingers as though he were a child yet again. Her degrading actions were building on Lance, but he reminded himself she was most likely being playful. The more he thought about it, the more he realized he should just go with the flow. Instead of being worried and anxious about his situation, Lance decided he should embrace it. This was after all the first time in humanity’s history, the someone had shrunk.
“I am sexy aren’t I?” He fired back, managing to put a smile on his face.
“I wouldn’t have fucked you if you weren’t. And now you are even hotter than you were last night.” She continued.
“Is that right?”
“It’s true. Can I admit something to you?” She asked him.
“Sure.” Lance replied, curious of what she was about to reveal.
“I have an unusual fetish. And before, it was just a fantasy… but now…” She eyed him like he was her prey. “Now it’s very real.”
Lance was a tad puzzled by her hints. “You like small men? You know, I was already significantly shorter than you before.”
“I know,” she began. “It’s not just shorter. I mean, I usually tower above most people so honestly that’s more normal than fantasy. But this… this is better. Now I feel like a fucking goddess and I have absolute control over you. I can do what I want, when I want with you and that makes me…. fucking… wet.”
Her words were sexually driven and raised the hair on his neck and the goosebumps under his skin. Gena stood to her full height once more to emphasize the difference between them. Lance, due to his eight year old sized body, was forced to crane his neck back to meet her gaze. He was frightened, aroused and curious all at the same time. Her cold and stoic face suddenly burst into laughter, leaving Lance puzzled.
“Oh my god,” she said between giggles. “You should have seen the look on your face. Absolutely priceless. Did you think I was going to make you my little sex slave?”
Lance was a tad humiliated. He had been shrunk and now she was fucking with his emotions and preying on his vulnerability. An anger stewed inside as he watch his neighbor laugh, yet he knew she didn’t mean anything personally. She was just teasing and unfortunately it struck a chord with him. He pretended to laugh, disguising his true feelings underneath. Gena eventually caught on to his facade and dialed down her laughter.
“Sorry, I don’t mean to be rude. I just thought it was funny. Let me make you some breakfast to make up for it. Just give me a minute.” She said apologetically before turning to the kitchen to make some food.
“It’s okay. I’m going to go the bathroom and come back. Just down this hall, yeah?” He asked, still unfamiliar with the house’s layout.
“ Oh, yes. I’ll have to give you an official tour later so you know where everything is. But yes, just down the hall.” She confirmed.
Lance began walking down the hall, making his way to the bathroom, when his eye caught a door slightly ajar next to it. Curious of what was behind the open door, Lance made his way to the wooden door and gently pushed, widening the opening to the room. He was mesmerized at what was behind the door: it was one massive walk-in closet. Something that was probably as big if not bigger than the size of his room. All sorts of clothes, shoes, and accessories filled the various shelves and hangers throughout the room. This woman really lived the glamorous life, he thought. As his eyes wandered, they came across an iconic shoe on the floor. The Birkenstocks looked well worn and were cast on the floor near some discarded clothes. He wanted to compare just how big her foot was to his own now.
He neared the large shoes and took note of the numbers imprinted on the sole near the heel of the shoes. A large 50 stood out, followed by 325mm. He realized she had lied about her shoe size. The was significantly bigger than a size 15 men’s shoe. That was approaching 13 inches long. Of everything he had ever seen, including the internet, Lance had never witness a woman with such a large foot - and especially not one as well taken care of as Gena’s. He gawked at the size of her shoe for several seconds before lifting the shoe with both hands and bringing it up to his face. They had aa nice scent to them of worn leather although they hadn’t been worn recently, so Gena’s scent was subtle. Another intriguing fact was actually the outline of her foot. It appeared to be sandwich tightly in the shoe as if even this was too small for her.
“Lance!” Gena’s voice called out.
Lance jolted, dropping the shoe to the floor which bounced and banged against the wall, sounding off a dull thud.
“Are you okay back there?” She asked, now entering the hallway.
In a panic, he scurried behind some dresses hanging from her closet and waited for her to pass. He didn’t want to be caught creepily snooping in her closet after merely one day of being at her house. He listened as Gena’s footsteps neared closer into the hall.
“Lance?” She repeated, checking each room she passed, including the bathroom he was supposed to be in.
Finally she entered her closet room and warily looked around, taking note of the Birkenstocks on the floor, which were now no longer near each other. Lance knew that looked suspicious and cursed under his breath for being so stupid. He could barely see through the forest of clothes he was tucked behind, and struggled to see exactly where she was looking. He nervously listened as she bent over to pick up the shoe. He prayed she wouldn’t see his feet tucked in the back behind her clothes. As though his prayers landed upon deaf ears, the clothes in front of him began to shake.
“I really need to reorganize these. Looks like a god damn mess.” Gena said, speaking aloud to herself.
Lance stood as still as possible, trying not to make a peep while he was having a heart attack. The sound of metal clinging rang from above as she moved pieces of clothing around. Lance looked away to the ground only to find a familiar set of toes peaking in at him. His curiosity to compare from earlier struck again, only this time, he had her actual foot for reference. He gracefully placed his own foot as close to hers as possible until coming within an inch of touching. The difference was incredible. Her big toes alone were around the length of half his foot. They were huge. Before he could indulge much more, Gena’s foot slipped away and back into the open.
“I’ll deal with this later.” She said, walking away back to the kitchen. “Lance I’m leaving you food on the table! Better come out before it gets cold!”
Lance exhaled a sigh of relief as the amazon walked away. He gave himself a moment before darting out of the room unseen and returning to the kitchen. Gena saw him come in and immediately greeted him.
“Hey there! Where were you? Did you hear me calling for you? I know my house is big, but I thought you could make it to the bathroom without getting lost.” She laughed.
“I decided to use the one in your room instead.” He lied.
“Oh really? Well you better have shot it all into the toilet or you’re in trouble.”
Gena sat across from Lance as they ate. For some reason, Lance was famished and devoured all of his food in a heartbeat, even beating Gena to finishing despite her larger size. The two made small talk for a bit before Gena wandered off in the land of the internet on her phone. She seemed concerned and engaged in whatever she was reading. She sat for several minutes reading, and eventually set her foot on the edge of the chair next to Lance while she read. Lance snuck a glance at her pedicured toes, still enamored by the size of her foot.
“They really aren’t making any headway with this virus. At this pace, we’ll be in lockdown forever.” She noted as she continued to scroll through her article.
“Tell me something I don’t know.” He retorted.
“Well the article is saying that the virus has overcome all attempts to suppress it and even mutates faster than normal to adapt.”
Lance pretended to snore. “Boring.”
He suddenly had a brilliant idea to grab her attention. Secretly, with both hands, Lance extended his hands over to where Gena’s feet were resting and tickled her arch. Gena’s knee-jerk reaction unfortunately sent her shin flying upwards into the table and nearly caused her to fall out of her chair. Lance couldn’t help but laugh and the colossal reaction from such a tiny tickle. Gena didn’t find it particularly funny with her now bruised shin.
“Ow, Lance. What the fuck?” She said angrily.
“Hey, it was just a joke. I didn’t know you were gonna kick the table.” He said, still laughing.
“Quit laughing. It’s not funny.”
“Oh it was funny.”
“Okay that’s it!” She exclaimed before launching off her chair towards Lance.
He managed to dodge her initial move and shot off the side of his chair, but Gena wasn’t done yet. Her missed attempt only put her into pursuit. Lance’s adrenaline began to pump, and he was even a little excited for the chase. He was an athlete his entire life, and he was very agile and nimble - enough so that he should be able to escape one angry woman. He bolted to the opposite side of the table where they stood facing each other.
“Your little legs are only going to get you so far. Mine as well just submit now.” Gena said, smirking as if she knew she’d win.
She made a break for him around the table, and Lance immediately moved the opposite way and into the hall. He was still extremely fast, but Lance realized he underestimated Gena’s speed. She was right behind him as they raced down the hall and into her bedroom. He bounded onto the bed in one leap, before turning to face Gena who was now blocking the only exit. With her arms extended in each direction, there wasn’t much space for him to pass, but Lance was creative. He bolted to his left, with Gena mirroring her lunge toward him, only to see him parkour off the wall and past her reach, leaving her empty handed. Lance sprinted out of the room and was about halfway down the hall when he was struck with something heavy yet soft. He stumbled forward a few steps before crashing face first into the ground. Lance’s hands shot to his sides in an attempt to spring himself back to his feet when an unforgiving weight fell upon his back, flattening him to the floor.
He couldn’t see it, but knew immediately that Gena had her foot placed triumphantly on his back. Meanwhile, what he could see was that she had thrown one of her pillows at him, which is what caused him to fall originally.
“I was an athlete as well. A bigger, stronger, better athlete.” She stated, emphasizing each adjective to belittle her smaller opponent. “But this was fun. Now kiss the ring."
They both laughed at the reference, but Lance realized it was less of a joke than he thought. She was wiggling her toes near his face when he noticed a toe ring on her third toe. He turned his face away from her foot, not wanting to give in or make her think he enjoyed it, but truthfully he wanted to. Gena hovered her foot back in front of his face, clearly making her toe ring visible.
“Kiss it.” She repeated playfully. “Don’t make me—“
“Okay, I give.” He conceded before quickly pecking her toe ring.
She ruffled his hair with the bottoms of her toes before returning her foot to the ground. Gena had made her point and Lance soaked in the stark reminder of just how small he really was.
The two spent the rest of the day bonding together. Gena had given him a tour of her incredible home. She was very modest for someone as successful as herself, and for having what Lance would consider a mansion. She had a basketball court, swimming pool, a hot tub, and a small guest home in the back. There were a decent amount of bedrooms, plenty of bathrooms and well-sized living spaces, all with very cozy designs. Lance hoped he too could have a home like this one day. He took solace knowing he would able to stay here during the pandemic. It was much more difficult to be board when there were things to do, and someone to do them with. Although Gena was a busy person, and now more than ever, she needed to find a solution to growing Lance back to his normal height.
After eating a wonderful dinner than Gena had cooked, Lance decided to challenge her to a game of ping pong. He had seen it in her game room earlier, and thought itd be fun to play since it had been several years. As an ex-tennis player, and his slight disadvantage in height, it seemed like something he'd actually have a chance at beating her in.
"Sooo how about a game of ping pong?" He asked her. "A little one on one."
"Ping pong?" She echoed. "I'm not very good, but I can try. I'm a better basketball player than I am ping pong."
"Basketball does seem like something you'd be decent at, and especially against someone like me. Not exactly the most intimidating person on defense." He retorted, imagining himself being back down in the paint. He was pretty sure he couldn't even jump to block her if she stood with her hands up to shoot.
"Obviously I would crush you in a 1 on 1 scenario." She laughed. "No, I was thinking something more like Horse, but with different rules. Instead of getting letters, you lose a piece of clothing."
"Strip Horse?"Lance questioned, realizing that didn't have the best ring to it.
"Yeah, basically. You up for it?" Gena asked, bending down to his eye level as though to emphasize her challenge. "Otherwise, we can play boring old ping pong."
Lance's shaft throbbed. This woman's appetite for sex was enough for the both of them. He was more than willing to accept the challenge, and also a tad nervous what sex would look like at his new height. He could only hope it wouldn't be as awkward as he was imagining it to be.
"You're on."
The two headed out to the court, which was lit by some of her patio lights. It was a tad dark, but didn't inhibit their ability to play. Gena grabbed a basketball from a small storage unit next to the patio. She walked back over, palming it with ease before pulling up for the first shot.
*swish*
Lance grabbed the ball and passed it back to her. She took a step to the side and took another shot.
*swish*
At this point, Lance was beginning to think he was in trouble. She was making everything and they were just warming up. Clearly it was not just a sport she played from time to time - she looked like she had been a prior college athlete. He decided to take a shot for himself instead of feeding her the ball over and over. The ball was much heavier than he had anticipated, and his shot was about as clean it felt, falling well short of the rim.
*air ball*
Gena giggled on the side, obviously enjoying the display of dominance in her skills compared to his. Lance was going to struggle to shoot anything deep like he usually did because he wasn't nearly as strong. Gena passed him the ball once more, giving him another shot to redeem himself. He took a couple steps in and fired. The ball didn't even have enough arc, and firmly clashed into the rim before ricocheting down into the ground.
"Shall we get started? We don't have all night." Gena asked, eager to begin.
"Sure. Ladies first." He replied, with false confidence.
"Such a gentleman."
Gena snatched the ball and took a couple dribbles before laying it up into the hoop with ease. She caught her own ball and threw it to Lance. "Your turn."
Lance dribbled it a couple times towards the hoop and calmly shot it off the backboard, making it in. Gena grabbed the ball again, almost surprised to have seen him succeed given the prior two shots. She took a few steps back and faded away while shooting ball. Unsurprisingly she made it.
Lance rebounded the ball and mimicked her motions, then faded back away from the rim to take his own shot. Brick. He looked back to Gena, who was already smiling. He pulled off his shirt and threw it to the ground. The two continued to play the friendly game of Strip Horse, with each undressing bits and pieces of their clothes. Gena was knocking down shots right and left when she wanted, but playfully missed several to keep things close. By the time it was all said and done, Lance was standing naked, while Gena still had her undergarments remaining, which included her bra, panties and socks.
She laughed and lured Lance in with a quick gesture of her finger. Lance tossed his boxers aside and followed her lead.
"Well, well, well. I guess that means I win," Gena said triumphantly. "Now come over here."
Lance approached the towering amazon until he was toe to toe with her, looking up at her beautiful face. She clutched each of his shoulders and abruptly flipped him around to face the backyard. He wasn't sure what she had in store for him when suddenly a leg wrapped up and over his shoulder. He did his best to hold his posture strong with the heavy leg weighing down on him. Her leg squeezed him closer as she leaned over and grabbed the elevated foot with her hand. Her fingers slowly peeled the sock away, revealing her giant peds once more. She discarded to sock to the floor before lifting her other leg onto his shoulder, repeating the process once more. Lances eyes stared in disbelief at the scene unfolding before him - he was pretty sure she was unaware of his fetish, but this was such a tease. She wiggled her newly freed toes and set her foot back down. Her other hand squeezed his neck possessively when she finally made her play. The sock still in her right hand was swiftly shoved into his mouth as a gag.
The sock was much too large for his mouth to completely handle, but Gena's hand remained firmly over his mouth, ensuring it wouldn't be going anywhere. The enormous hand nearly engulfed his entire lower face from under his eyes while her other hand snaked down the side of his body towards his throbbing exposed cock. Her fingers wrapped around their pray, squeezing and stroking his pulsating member. Lance's eyes rolled back as the waves of pleasure electrified his body and the salty gag muffled his involuntary moan.
"Does my little neighbor like this?" She asked. All Lance could manage was a nod.
"Well then you are gonna love this."
Before Lance could open his eyes, he was scooped from the ground and hoisted into the air. Gena's strength and elegance was incredibly attractive and her grace with her smaller companion was rather impressive. Lance found himself in ecstasy once more as her lips wrapped around his manhood. He nearly came right there as she worked her tongue across his shaft, forcing his hips back and worth with her arms, all while balancing him on her upper arms with her hands serving as his back support. Lance was basically straddling her head between his legs as they began moving towards the house. It didn't take long for to make her way to the bedroom where she playfully tossed him onto the bed.
"You are gonna eat my pussy." She stated.
Lance seemed to be at the mercy of his graceful partner as she directed the bedroom scene. His arms was suddenly pinned as she playfully jumped on him with her knees settled to each side of his head. She was going to sit on his face whether he liked it or not. Fortunately for Lance, he enjoyed oral sex and was more than ready as her pussy lips lowered down onto his face. He slid his tongue up and down her wet vagina, forcing the amazon to quiver in bliss. Gena's fingers traced through his hair as he worked his magic between her legs. Each passing moment more intense than before.
"Holy fuck, that feels good, Lance."
Lance could feel the tension building in her limbs that held him down. Her toes fidgeted against his body when unexpectedly, her wiggling toes found a prize. His body seized as her dexterous toes gripped the head of his cock and began fondling him up and down. The momentary pause in his work caused Gena to redirect his attention . Her gentle fingers suddenly gripped his skull firmly in their grasp and push his head deep into her pussy.
"Don't stop." She cooed, still nearing her climax. "Don't stop, don't stop."
Lance did his best to focus as her toes made quick work of him. He wanted so badly to grab her elusive soles, but he was undeniably pinned and his tongue was the only key to freedom. He danced along her clit until her legs finally seized and her body shuttered, indicating an intense orgasm as she screamed out in pleasure. Her toes were in sync with the rest of her body and clutched his dick like a sexual vice that forced Lance to cum onto her feet. She fell to the side in euphoria, freeing Lance from underneath. His arms were numb and neck was tired, but his dick was satisfied.
Lance glanced over to the lengthy amazon in bed with him, only to find her smiling back at him. The two laughed.
"I'm glad you suck at basketball." She joked before getting up to rinse off.
Lance laid in bed, sleeping soundly until a large mass bumped into him. His eyes fluttered open only to find Gena’s nipple and breast prodding his forehead. He moved his head back, avoiding being smothered by the sleeping amazon who was laying on her side facing him. He still couldn’t believe he was sleeping with such a beautiful woman and in such odd circumstances. As his thoughts swirled, he suddenly had the urge to pee.
Quietly, he crawled out of bed, careful not to wake Gena who was breathing deeply and peacefully. The bed was a tad high for his small body and he felt like a little kid as he slipped out of the covers until his toes touched the floor. Lance rounded the end of the bed, making his way to the master bathroom. He glanced at a nearby clock, seeing it was 2 a.m. and in the dead of the night. Lance grabbed the door handle, which was now awkwardly high relative to his body and cranked it open. He quickly took care of his business, carefully aiming at the side of the bowl to avoid a loud splashing sound. In a few short moments, his bladder was empty and he made his way back to the bed.
He eyed Gena once more who had shifted onto her stomach, lying face down in the pillows. Her long legs extended the length of the bed before spilling over the end. Her feet were still covered under the soft fleece blankets, but Lance couldn’t help feeling the need to see those soles once more. A flashback of her toes playing with his manhood overtake his mind and he finds himself nearly drooling at the mere memory. His hand instinctively reaches for the blanket covering the two treasures underneath, and unsheaths them. As expected, her two long soles were facing him, her toes still pointing to the floor. The size of her feet struck him every time.
Lance leaned over, bringing his face closer to her soles. The warmth of each foot emanated onto his cool skin. He resisted the temptation to bury his face into her arch, knowing the risk of waking her up would ruin the moment. Instead, he opted for a gentle touch and placed his palm against her sole, just above her toes. While in a relaxed state, with his fingers slightly splayed, the width of Gena’s sole proved to be an equal match, ensuring his pinky and thumb didn’t spill off the sides. Lance closed his eyes, gently pressing his palm deeper into the doughy sole. The sensation of her warm soft skin aroused him and he could feel his manhood begin to jump. He ran his hands upward towards her heel, continuing to press his palm and arm against the enticing warmth, until his fingertips reached the edge of her heel. He opened his eyes to find her foot looming under his arm, his forearm and hand both resting comfortably on the sizable appendage.
Gena’s toe suddenly twitched, breaking Lance from his trance. His arm jumped from its fleshy resting spot and he quickly jerked his head up to see if Gena was awake. He breathed a sigh of relief after realizing she was still asleep and it was nothing other than an involuntary twitch. As much as he was enjoying her feet, it dawned on him that the size changing gun was likely charged by now. He quickly tiptoed through the hall, quietly traversing the mansion until finding the prized possession. It remained lying on the table with a large cord plugged into a nearby outlet.
Lance reached up and grabbed the device, twirling it in his hands for observation. It seemed fairly like a fairly simple design; a trigger, a small adjustable lever that started at zero and had positive and negative symbols above and below it, and a button to turn it on. He clicked the button. Suddenly the gun roared to life, sounding like something out of the movie Tron. Lance pinched the lever, shifting it up slightly toward the positive side –he wasn’t sure how much he should do, so it was better to be safe than sorry–, and then pointed it at his chest. One trigger pull later and Lance found himself flat on his ass again, having lost the gun which laid haphazardly on the floor. A familiar hot sensation overcame his body and his vision took several minutes to return to normal. Slowly, he stood to his feet, observing his hands and limbs to see if it worked. Unfortunately the effects weren’t what he expected and he even seemed a bit shorter than a few moments ago.
“Fuck,” he whispered to himself. “What the fuck?”
Shocked and in disbelief, Lance was about to stomp on the unpredictable gun when the sound of heavy footsteps echoed in the halls. He turned to see the silhouette of an amazon approaching from the darkness. When Gena stepped into the room, she surveyed the area, spotting the gun on the floor and an even smaller Lance standing before her.
“What the hell are you doing with that, Lance?” She yelled, now running to check her invention. Her frustrations were in part because her invention was carelessly chucked to the floor in addition to Lance’s worsened predicament. “If you break this thing, you are gonna be stuck like this forever.”
“I put it on the positive charge to grow myself and the damn thing didn’t even work.” He yelled back.
“That’s because those symbols don’t mean what you think.” She retorted. “If you had asked me, I would have told you it has to do with energy consumption and you ramped it up. I have to manually tinker with it to actually get things to grow. Right now it’s permanently on ‘Shrink’.”
Her words cut like a dagger through Lance. How could he be such an idiot? His eyes darted towards Gena, who carefully placed the gun back on its makeshift holster before plugging it back into the outlet. The towering beauty turned back to him and wagged her finger in a sign of disapproval.
“Don’t touch this again. Got it?” She asked, raising her eyebrows. “Otherwise I might get the impression you like being small. Now since you woke me up, come put me back to sleep.”
Lance watched as Gena nonchalantly walked by, her long strides almost hypnotizing him with each step. He hurried to catch up, almost jogging to keep pace with enormous strides. At this point, it was quite literally at least two steps for every one of hers. When they reached the bed, it was evident Lance would need some assistance or be willing to climb the bed. Before needing to ask, two large hands scooped him up under his armpits and tossed him onto the fluffy comforter. For a moment, Lance felt like he was flying as he propelled through the air. He turned around to find himself face-to-face with the giant beauty. Even standing on the bed, Gena was still noticeably taller.
“Sheesh, you really are small now. If you don’t act right, I might just make you my little house servant.” Gena, said sternly while poking Lance in the chest.
Lance, feeling slightly emasculated, decided he’d playfully retaliate. He charged forward a couple steps and shoved both arms against her chest. The outward shove against her felt like pushing off a wall and rather than dislodge her, Lance managed to knock himself backwards and land on the forgiving comforter.
Gena couldn’t help but laugh at the feeble attempt. “You really thought the best way to respond to that was to try and push me over? I think your brain must be shrinking too.”
Lance watched in horror as Gena’s giant hand clawed against his stomach until his waistband was firmly trapped in her grasp. The imposing woman began pulling on the cotton fabric, slowly stretching it in her direction. Lance’s hands immediately reached down to avoid his undergarments from being stripped away. In a few seconds it became clear it was never her intention to strip him naked, but rather to remove him from the bed. The shrunken man was effortlessly dragged to the edge of the bed and then promptly tossed back to the floor.
“Bad behavior means you can sleep down there on the floor.” She said, half-teasing her smaller companion. “Something tells me you like being bossed around by me.”
Gena stood tall over Lance who had been discarded on the floor like a piece of dirty laundry. He stared up at the giant woman before noticing her eyes looking down below. His cheeks flushed red after realizing what she was implying; he glanced down to find himself pitching a tent.
“Is it the fact I can do whatever I want with you that turns you on?” She asked as she stepped over his body. “Or is it when I talk down to you?”
Her raised eyebrows only made her seem more authoritative in her demeanor. Lance stumbled for words through the embarrassment of his erection, but eventually managed to mutter a response. “Uhhh… I don’t know… both?”
“That little brain of yours doesn’t seem to know much.” She retorted while planting a sizable foot against Lance’s torso. In his newly shrunken state, the length of her foot was nearly the same as Lance’s torso, falling short by just an inch. “Tomorrow, I’ll need to figure out how to make you useful around the house until we can figure out how to grow you back.”
Gena lifted her foot momentarily before dragging her toes gently against the side of Lance’s face. The feeling of his warm skin against her cold toes felt nice as she came to rest the ball of her foot on the side of his lower jaw, pressing his face against the floor using her dexterous toes. She laughed as the small potion of her foot nearly consumed the tiny man’s face underneath. A small hand shot up in objection, grabbing at the side of her big toe.
Gena smiled, enjoying the sense of power she had over the man. From his weak little shoves to his tiny hands clawing against her foot, each moment she shared with Lance made her feel like a goddess. She imagined a world where she could be a looming giant to everyone, her needs surpassing anyone else’s, and her demands being met at the snap of her fingers. Lance could never overpower her, outrun her, or outsmart her. The sense of superiority made her wet between the legs. The small man was outmatched by merely her feet.
Lance’s view of Gena’s endless legs disappeared as she prodded his face against the floor with her toes. The effortless motions for her created discomfort for Lance with each toe adding additional pressure to his head against the unforgiving floor. He reached up, grabbing hold of the appendage and dug his thumb into the pad of her biggest toe, doing his best to push it away.
“Gena, I’m not some toy.” He said, hoping to break her from this crazed trance. “Let me up.”
Gena snapped back to reality and rested her toes precisely over the lower half of his face, covering his mouth under her splayed toes. “Oh, you don’t like my feet? Is that it?”
Lance wanted to admit his fetish, but the whole situation was making him feel embarrassed and uncomfortable. “No, I don’t like being played with. Now get off me!” He screamed, making one last push to dislodge her foot.
He managed to succeed (or at least she allowed) in dislodging her foot from his head. Lance stood, staring up at the giant neighbor with narrowing eyes. “I’ll just sleep on the couch tonight.”
Gena watched Lance turn and make his way out of the open door and back down the dark hall. She felt guilty of her actions and was about to apologize when instead she justified them, “Maybe I like it!”
Her voice echoed into the hall, receiving no response from the shrunken man. Annoyed and frustrated, Gena slid back into bed, staring at the ceiling above, wondering what to do. Eventually the anger and thoughts subsided as she drifted asleep.