You
belong to the portion of the population that can shrink at will.
You're just as durable when shrunken down, but something is a little
different in your case. Your body, when shrunk, behaves like clay.
This discovery was made when you talked to your girlfriend about your
fantasy of being stepped on by women many times larger than yourself
- giantesses. At first she was a little weirded out, but still
willing to give it a go, but only after you assured her you wouldn't
be in any danger. She watched you with amazement as you shrunk down -
clearly she had never seen anyone do it before. You shrunk down until
you barely reached her ankles standing up, then approached her feet
as she sat on the couch in your apartment. Her bare feet were a
little dirty from walking around the apartment, her painted toenails
were dark, almost black, a colour that she knew you liked seeing on
her toes. They curled a little as you got closer and you glanced up
at your girlfriend, who watched you with a worried look. You smiled
at her and assured her again that you would be fine. She took a deep
breath and bit her lip, then lifted one foot towards you. Her soles
weren't as pink as usual, due to the layer of dust that clung to
them. You took in the sight as you stood frozen and let her toes
hover over your head. Again she asked if you're sure. You gave an
excited yes, then looked up between her toes as they came down.
Though she carefully lowered her foot, for you it still felt like
several whales came down upon you as you were forced to your knees.
In that moment you noticed something was off. Your knees sunk into
the ground a little. You looked down in panic, then confusion took
over as you saw your knees spreading out like clay. You looked back
up to your girlfriend, unsure if you should tell her to stop. Her
foot kept descending, pushing your further into the ground, as your
legs melted beneath you, followed by your torso. You began to panic
again and called out, telling her to stop. The sudden yell startled
her, and she did the last thing she wanted to do in that moment. The
sensation was strange, your head oozing out from between her toes as
her foot had slammed into the ground. Her eyes wide she spread her
toes and lifted her foot, covered her mouth with both hands. With
utter horror she looked down at you, her shrunken boyfriend, turned
into a skin coloured lump of clay with her footprint stamped into
it.
The experience left you both unsettled. Your body
recovered shortly after and you grew to your normal size, apologizing
and comforting your girlfriend who was still very much freaked out.
Weeks passed since then, and while she continued to let you lick her
feet and shoes, trampled you and used you as her footstool, she flat
out refused to act out your giantess fantasy.
Today you
devised a plan. She had gone out with friends in the morning and
wouldn't be back until evening. You knew in the evening she would be
tired. She wouldn't pay as much attention as she usually does. You
were going to shrink yourself again and lay down right at your
apartment door. Your hope was that she would be too tired to notice
you and step on you without realizing it. The thought of being her
doormat was enticing. Even if she squished you just a little before
noticing, even if she would get mad at you then, in your mind that
would be worth it.
As the afternoon waned you decided to get
into position, unsure of when exactly she would be back. Even that
excited you a little bit, as you lay at the door, like a doormat,
waiting to be used as one. Surprisingly, you didn't have to wait
long. The keys were being inserted and turned, and as your girlfriend
pushed the door open, you noticed she was talking to someone behind
her. Several voices reached your ears. As the door opened you saw
your girlfriend, and several of her girl friends, all dressed for the
summer weather, wearing sandals like your girlfriend or flip flops.
And while the prospect of being used as a doormat by all of them
excited you considerably, you knew your girlfriend would be livid if
you actually did it, so you decided to quickly get up and hide.
Except you didn't get the chance. When you looked up, ready to sit
up, the sole of your girlfriend's sandal was already close enough you
could make out the thin ridges of the tread on her heel. Indeed you
became quite familiar with the tread as it came down on your face,
flattening it beneath her weight, and leaving behind a nearly perfect
print of it. Your girlfriend had noticed you, but not in time.
Looking back at you she tried not to let her panic show. She was torn
between desperately wanting to avoid her friends realizing what you
were doing there, and not wanting you to be turned into a human
doormat. Her first friend sealed your fate, stepping on your abdomen
with one sandalled foot, then on your chest with her other,
flattening you, squeezing out your body clay underneath her soles as
she commented on the loveliness of your apartment. When she stepped
off you saw her next friend cast a curious glance over you before her
flip flop filled your vision and you felt your footprint stamped head
being flattened beneath her larger shoe sole. She also said
something, but you struggled to understand what, as she had decided
to stand on you and crush your legs under her other foot. Eventually
she did step off of you, though she didn't move far. With your head
flattened you were forced to stare upwards so couldn't quite tell
what she was doing, but the way she moved her legs and looked at her
feet, it seemed she was taking her flip flops off. You were proven
right when she pulled her left foot out of her flip flop and set it
down, now crushing your face beneath her bare sole. The pressure
wasn't as even as the flip flop so you were able to make out her
words this time. She was commenting on how interesting the doormat
felt, and you felt your clay face being ground beneath the ball of
her foot while her toes dug into you, feeling you beneath and between
them. Your girlfriend watched with mixed emotions, both worried and
infuriated by what was happening to you beneath the foot of her
friend. She decided not to respond to her friend's observation and
instead asked her to check out the couch in the living room. Shortly
after the foot lifted from your face, with parts of your clay skin
stretching before dislodging from between her toes. Your girlfriend
was appalled by the state of your face, though she took care not to
let it show on her face. She smiled at her last friend, the only one
in her group who was so self-conscious of her feet that she decided
to wear a pair of Converse, both of which came down on your body, and
stamped the iconic tread profile into your face and chest. Curious
about what the prior friend had pointed out, she looked down at the
strange almost skin coloured flap of clay beneath her feet, lifted
one foot and giggled at the perfect footprint her shoes had left on
you. She then promptly decided to add more, stepping on you over and
over, covering your entire length - which increased as you were
trampled flat - in her footprints. She chuckled and offered your
girlfriend a half-serious apology before stepping on your head and
leaning down to untie her shoe. She took them both off on top of you,
then moved them aside while she flattened you beneath her sweaty
black socks. Your clay skin got along with her socks so well you got
stuck to them and experienced - if only for one step - what being a
human shoe was like, before the furious toe wiggling and being
dragged along the floor dislodged you. The girl apologized to your
girlfriend again, this time somewhat more sincerely, before heading
into the living room. Flattened and tossed around you lay before your
girlfriend who glared daggers at you. She crouched and picked you up,
turned you so you faced her. Then, in an agitated whisper, she
explained that she had intended to introduce you to her friends
today, but that you had ruined that chance for the day. She continued
informing you that - since you had "introduced" yourself as
the doormat - you would have to keep up the act until they left. And
that very much included submitting to their feet when they left.
Disclaimer: All publicly recognizable characters, settings, etc. are the property of their respective owners. The original characters and plot are the property of the author. The author is in no way associated with the owners, creators, or producers of any media franchise. No copyright infringement is intended.
This is an ongoing series on my DeviantArt, which I decided to bring over here.
I originally posted some of these as separate stories, but I moved them all here now for easy viewing. However, I can't delete the other stories because of an error.
This was the very first thing I wrote for this series and as such it is shorter and the characters are hardly established yet.
At this point I didn't have the character names picked out yet, but for future reference:
Clayton - the MC
Lucy - the girlfriend
Mia - the first friend to step on Clayton, wearing sandals
Chloe - the second friend, wearing flip flops
Elena - the third friend who is insecure about her feet, wearing converse sneakers