Jason jolted awake, to find himself trapped in an unfamiliar surrounding. The red fuzzy walls contoured to his body as he writhed in place. He thrashed, suddenly feeling claustrophobic in the tight space. Strangely, the ground beneath him also seemed non existent and the movement from his flailing carried its momentum through the confined space, forcing it to swing. Panic began to set in as he became increasingly confused with his environment. The air grew thick and musty as he began to hyperventilate, clawing at the walls around him. He reached as high as he could, hoping to find an exit from the fuzzy prison, until finally a voice rang out. 

“Oh well look at what Santa brought.” A femminine voice rang out.

Jason immediately stopped, his mind running through recent events as best it could. The familiar voice was unmistakably from his girlfriend, Marki, who as of recently, was now his ex-girlfriend. As he recanted the last moments before his present predicament, he remembered having broke it off with her on a less than ideal day, Christmas Eve. His heart began to race and emotions stirred upon remembering the short, but heated exchange. He had snapped after hearing her complain for the 100th time that year about not being married already. He couldn’t take it anymore, and so Imhotep gotten so fed up with that he impulsively broke up with her.

His trance was broken as the bag-like surrounding suddenly lurched and swung back and forth as though being lifted into the air. Jason leaned against one side as best he could, trying to stay upright as he continued to rock. Then without warning, the feeling of gravity took hold and everything crashed into the ground, sending Jason onto his stomach as he pancakes against the hard surface below. 

“Well…” she began “Come on out.” 

Jason was still stunned from the fall, but slowly rose to all fours before feeling around for an exit. After several long moments, his hand grasped the edge of the material confining him and he pulled it back, revealing the world around him once more. As the light poured in, Jason took a slow look around through his squinting eyes to a familiar sight. It was Marki’s apartment, and while that gave him some relief, it didn’t exactly look the same. As he soaked in the surreal reality of his surroundings, he couldn’t help but be in denial of what he was seeing. It was like the world had grown and everything was gigantic. His eyes darted around the room and then back at the bag he has been confined in… and to his surprise it was actually his stocking that they had hung by the chimney every year. The cursive letters of his name were embroidered on the outside. 

As he turned around, his eyes settled on an even more unsettling reality. Marki was sitting on the couch next to him, one leg crossed over the other, a wine glass pressed against her lips as she sipped the dark red liquid inside. Her jet black hair laid over her shoulders while her freed hand laid still on her lap. She was coldly staring at him beneath her, as though waiting for him to speak.

“Umm what’s going on Marki?” He asked, slowly stepped backwards to create distance between them. “Why is everything…so big?”

A smile crept across her face as she pulled the glass away. “Big? No… you are just small. And when I say small I mean about 15 inches tall.” 

The words although so obvious, were still so contrary to what his brain could process. “Okay but why am I small?” 

“Because you are a shitty boyfriend and I figured this would make you more… willing.”

Jason couldn’t help but follow the breadcrumbs of her comments, as though it were written for a movie script. 

“Willing to do what?”

“Willing to do whatever the fuck I want you to do…” She spat. “Since you obviously didn’t care very much about me, I figured I would treat myself to a special Christmas.” 

“Marki, let’s be reasonable here. I…” 

“Shut the fuck up!” She screamed while jumping to her feet. “I spent 8 years with you. 8 years!!! And you think you can just end it for saying I wanted a fucking ring.”

“Marki, you can’t…”

She snapped a finger at Jason, quickly silencing him. 

“Oh I can. Now if you look next to you, there’s a little black box. Grab it.” She said, pointing to the box.” 

Jason glanced around at the discarded stocking and then in the other direction, where he spotted a small black box. Like one that would hold a ring. Jason couldn’t believe it.

“Now!” 

Jason snapped from his thoughts and hurried to the box. He picked it up and turned to the towering angry woman. To Jason, he would have guess her height to be around 25 feet tall. 

“Open it!” 

He looked down at box and with one arm firmly wrapped around it, he wedged his other fingers inside and pried it open. The box opened like a clam and inside was predictably a ring. Nothing fancy, just a simple small  gold ring.

“Take it out.” She ordered after taking another sip of wine.

Jason reached inside and pulled the solid metal from inside and placed it in his hand. It was practically a bracelet to someone of his size if not a tad larger. The shiny metal was engraved with something but he didn’t care to read and he presented the ring’s presence to Marki who eagerly awaited. She was nearly done with the wine in her glass as she remained standing, carefully eyeing his every move. 

“Good now come over here and take a knee right here.” She said pointing to the floor just before her slippers. 

Jason quickly walked to the designated spot and craned his head upwards to face the girl that he had once loved. She did nothing to hide the disgust on her face as she continued to stare down at him. Jason slowly knelt and held the ring out in front of him. He was almost about to pop the question he assumed she wanted to hear when Marki began ordering him once more.

“Not very hard now, was it.” She noted with distain. “Now since you can’t seem to do it yourself, I’ll walk you through this, so repeat after me.” 

“Marki…” she began. 

“Marki…” he repeated.

“Will you be my…” 

“Will you be my…” he echoed.

“Sweet, sweet, giantess.”

Jason wasn’t expecting that, but did his best to follow suit. “…sweet, sweet, giantess.” 

Marki’s face lit up with excitement. As though she had just in fact received an authentic proposal. “Oh Jason, I never thought you would ask.” She wxclaimed. “But yes, I would love to be your giantess.” 

The awkward exchange for Jason only got worse as she presented herself for the ring. Rather than extend a hand to Jason, her foot slid from her slipper revealing five lengthy toes. Marki did her best to spread them, pointing one digit in particular directly at Jason. Her second toe, slightly shorter than her big toe hovered just before the shrunken man, allowing him to place the ring. 

Without much hesitation Jason slid the ring over the tip of her toe, pushing it all the way down until it was secured near the base of her digit. His eyes studied the ring as he meticulously aligned it, and it suddenly came to his attention what was engraved on the ring: Servitude. 

“Don’t forget my kiss.” She replied, keeping her Christmas-red polished toe hovering just in front of him. Begrudgingly, Jason closed his eyes, puckered his lips and gently leaned forward until his lips were planted squarely on the tip of the same toe. 

“Mmm. Wow.” She remarked, her mischievous eyes now glimmering from the feeling of power she held over her ex. “That was far better than any proposal I could have imagined. Now you better get acquainted with these beautiful feet of mine. They seem to remember all the times you never massaged them.” 

Her toes slowly elevated before settling on top of his head. His hair was greeted with a couple of rough pats before Marki scrunched her toes together, trapping some of Jason’s hair in between. Slowly she raised her foot, centimeter by centimeter until Jason’s hair was taut with no more slack to extend. Jason reached up with both hands to fight of her giant digits, but Marki continued to lift, forcing little Jason to his tip toes as she continued to pull on his hair. Just before he left the ground, Marki kicked her heel forward, striking Jason below the belt. 

The blow sent Jason backwards, forcing him to land hard on his back with hands clutching the family jewels. It was actually the first time he had ever experienced being kicked between the legs, and from a giant woman to make it all the more memorable. He bellowed in pain, holding a hand up in protest. 

“I barely touched you, little man. Quit your squirming.” Marki scolded before slamming her heel violently between his legs, nearly turning his manhood to paste. 

Her foot hovered above him, giving him a view of her doughy reddened sole. She wanted him to fear her. One foot was enough to cover him from the waist up and then some. Tormenting him would feel like nothing other than a mediocre foot massage to Marki. The thought of stomping him from existence crossed her mind, but that seemed far less fun. 

“Jason… if you make love to my foot, maybe it won’t crush you.” She lowered her toes to the ground, lightly smothering him against her sole. The sensation of his tiny body molding to her foot was slightly arousing. The miniature man could only manage to wrap his arms around the appendage as she continued to toy with him underfoot. Her toes ruffled his hair once more. 

“You aren’t giving them much love, Jason. Do I need to shift all my weight to this foot so you two can be closer?” She asked rhetorically. 

Tiny lips were suddenly pecking away on the undersides of her toes and soles. His arms began to caress the top of her foot and she could feel him beginning to thrust his hips into the bottom of her foot like his life depended on it. 

“You dirty, little man.” 

She allowed the novel sensations to continue for several minutes, making sure to rub each of her eager toes across his face. Marki lift her heel from the ground and diverted more pressure to her toes, pinning Jason’s head firmly against the floor using nothing but her biggest toe. His hands did little to fight off her off, knowing all too well there was nothing he could actually do. Watching the defeated shrunken man succumb to nothing but her toe, sent another throb between her legs. 

“Don’t forget to go between my toes.” 

Jason could feel the pressure lighten, allowing him to lift his head for the task. Meticulously, Jason worked his head and tongue between each of her toes, using his hands to pry them apart as he went. The task was belittling and the texture of lint coated his tongue, nearly causing him to gag. His eyes looked up to find a very pleased Marki observing his work. He hadn’t seen her smile this much in recent months. 

Her toes settled back over his head, shielding the light from his face. Jason watched as Marki withdrew a small bottle from her pocket. He couldn’t see what it was, but as she unscrewed a lid and unsheathed a pipette from inside, he knew that must have been the culprit for his shrunken state. As he pondered what he could possibly do, Marki’s toes suddenly constructed around his neck, immobilizing his head from turning away. Her toes pinched his head like a vice while she brought the dropper to his lips. 

“Don’t make this hard.” 

He knew resisting was pointless and begrudgingly opened his mouth, allowing several drops to enter. He quickly swallowed, and its effects were nearly instant. The toes around his neck seemed to melt away as the mass of his body dwindled even more until he was slighting longer than half the length of her foot. 

Marki let out a quiet whisper. “Perfect.”

Before he could move, Marki settled her foot back down and gently squashed her ex underfoot. The subtle movement was more than enough to completely immobilize the shrunken man, pinning each of his limbs in place. She wondered why it had taken so many years for her to try this.

On the other end of the Spectrum, Jason was completely terrified as his body was engulfed by the warm sole of her foot. He couldn’t scream, move, or hardly breathe as the weighted blanket continued to bear down on him. Given he was now pressed firmly against her foot, he could smell the subtle aroma of her lotion mixed with a hint of perspiration.  Any movement in her foot  was sensed through his body, and he could only assume one wrong move and he would be snuffed from existence.

“I could wear you like a sock all day. How does that sound?” She asked giggling. Jason clearly couldn’t respond. “I’ll take silence as agreement.”

Marki lifted her foot to step away, and to her amusement, Jason was still stuck to the bottom of her foot. She shook her foot side-to-side a couple times before finally dislodging the man from her sole. Marki laughed hysterically. 

“Well if you wanted to stay there, you could have just asked. Now let me grab a couple things, including a refill of this wine.”

She pranced away and disappeared from sight. Jason remained on the floor, still recovering from nearly being steam rolled by a giant human foot. He lifted his head and looked around. Each passing moment was wasted time and he needed to hide. This may be his only chance to escape. Jason gathered himself and hopped to his feet. Fortunately for him, he knew the apartment well, although never from this vantage point. His options were limited as there was really only one way in and out, which was through the front door.

At his new size, he quickly made his way behind the couch and began inching his way down the backside. With his back flat against the wall, he side stepped his way down until finding himself at the corner of the hall still hidden behind the edge of the couch. He peaked around the corner and his heart nearly leapt from his chest as he watched Marki’s silhouette heading his way. He jolted his head back into cover and held his breath in an attempt to stay as quiet as possible. The sound of her footsteps echoed down the hall until finally he could saw her pass, her long legs effortlessly covering any distance he could cover in his shrunken state. To him, she must have been around 60 feet tall now. How could he possibly escape? 

Panic and hopelessness began to set in, and Jason suddenly found himself frozen in place.

“Oh has Jason decided to run away from his sweet, sweet, giantess?” She exclaimed.

His body shuttered as the sound of furniture being tossed filled the air around him. Each piece that flipped felt like a small tremor as it hit the floor. He knew it was only a matter of time before the couch he was behind was displaced. Without much thought, he turned and bolted as fast as his 6 inch body would take him. The short hallway seemed to be football fields long and he still didn’t have an exit strategy.

The sound of gentle thuds followed him and he could only assume a giant Marki was behind. Just as he was about to turn and look, he took a hit so hard that he was catapulted into the wall before crumping onto his backside. The wind was knocked from his lungs and he struggled to catch his breath. As he winced staring up at the ceiling, trying to inhale, his view was suddenly filled by large grinning face. 

“Well there you are.” She said gleefully, “Still trying to run even after the commitment you made. Well sorry to say, Jason, you are stuck with me the rest of your life.” 

She pinched Jason between her fingers before lifting him to her face. With her oversized lips, she gave Jason a kiss, covering most of his head and shoulders in her moist embrace, before running her tongue invasively over his body. 

“Mmm. Now it’s time for you to be intimiate… more intimate than you’ve been in the last 3 years.” 

Jason could feel his hands and legs being tied, and even in his dazed state, he knew he was in trouble. He tried to fight but he was quickly subdued and restrained. His back was pushed flush against a rubbery surface while his limbs were constrained together behind him. He shook his hands several more times, hoping to break free but to no avail. He looked back to Marki who was dropping her panties to the floor. To Jason’s horror, he finally realized what he had been tied to. Marki bent down one last time and whispered to the miniature man.

“You are gonna give me more pleasure than you ever have, my little slave.” 

And at the conclusion of her words, Marki shoved the Jason-decorated dildo deep into her pussy. She smiled as she felt him squirm inside her, with each of his movements stimulating her g-spot. Her legs quivered in pleasure and her fingers eagerly worked the base of her sec toy. She pulled it out periodically, giving him a moment to breathe, only to reinsert the pink dildo once more. The motion was repeated continuously, with each unrelenting thrust becoming more aggressive than the last. It had been so long since they had had any sex that she felt like savoring every moment…every squirm. 

Jason was covered in pussy juice, and his infrequent gasps for air made the entire experience feel as though he was being waterboarded. His body rubbed against her insides as he slid in and out rhythmically from her pink lady parts. The light occasionally hit his eyes only to blind him before being plunged back into the wet darkness. He could feel her sexual pleasure building and the walls constricted around his vulnerable body until it feel like he was being crushed. Jason could hear her screams from inside her body as she climaxed with him inside. He felt like his body would pop at any moment when finally his pink restraint was tossed from the darkness. He landed harshly on the couch, still unable to move and covered in Marki’s cum. 

His exhausted body and hopeless mind wondered if this could possibly be the rest of his life. As he attempted to reassure himself that everything would be okay, a familiar sight engulfed his view and Marki’s sole descended upon his body. The last thing he saw before being smothered underfoot was the engraved “Servitude” on his proposal ring.